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Chapter 1 - The Mud-Demon

Tomoe stepped off the trail and stopped just short of the nearby tree line. She peered into the ominous gloom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her quarry. "Damn it… where'd he go?" she stamped her foot in frustration and tightened her grip on her spirit blade. "Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," she said, stepping into the forest. Thankfully the mud-demon was cutting a wide swath through the undergrowth, making the tracking easy. Pushing a side a low-hanging branch, she caught sight of a brown blur vanishing between the trees up ahead. Grinning and letting her spirit flow into her weapon she extended the blade and took off at a run. High-heeled leather boots crushed fallen twigs and dry leaves as she sped after her quarry. Her leather coat caught momentarily on a bush and she shrugged it off. "I'll be back for that when the demon's dead." Mentally, she reminded herself of all the information she had on these mud-demons. "Relatively slow, relies on overwhelming its prey with brute force," Tomoe said in between panted breaths. "Unimpressive powers unless in close proximity to large quantities of mud. Potential telepath and limited shapeshifting. This should be a jo–" Her breath caught for a moment when she cleared the next bend in the creature's warpath. Up ahead was a clearing in the forest, about 50 meters wide, of packed dirt. In the middle of the clearing was the demon. Obviously running out of energy it had turned to confront her. She let her gaze run up and down the large demon. It was obviously an older mud-demon, judging by its size. Curiously it didn't actually appear to be made of mud, more like raw clay, and was startlingly human in appearance. Gritting her teeth she stepped out into the clearing. "Nowhere to hide now, demon." The monster just stared balefully at her, a soft orange glow emanating from its eye-sockets. Her chest heaving from the run, Tomoe strode closer to the beast. Her hand flexed unconsciously around the hilt of her weapon and she patted her side for her gun before remembering she'd abandoned her coat in the woods. High-heeled leather boots encased her legs from her toes to just above her knees, and a short mini-skirt wrapped around her waist. Her tight tank-top clung to her pale skin with sweat and the scar over her right eye itched, but she was determined to end this chase as the victor. As she reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face, the mud-demon lunged. Startled, she backpedaled and parried its attacks desperately. She cursed her inexperience with the spirit-blade softly before regaining her footing and going on the offensive. Ducking under a clumsy swing of its arm, she flicked her wrist out and severed one of its hands. The beast bellowed in rage, flecks of moist dirt showering Tomoe's face in place of spittle. Before she could scurry out of the way, the demon slammed its fist into her back. Now sprawled across the packed dirt and winded, she couldn't avoid the following kick that sent her flying several feet through the air to land in a jumbled heap. Peering through her bangs with a grimace she looked on as the demon thrust its wounded arm into the dirt. After a moment its entire body shuddered and it pulled its arm from the earth, pebbles falling from the lump of dirt now slowly transforming into a new fist. With a titanic effort she shoved herself to her feet, picked up her spirit blade and renewed the blade with a mental push. Tomoe winced at the pain in her side. "That's gonna be a bruise tomorrow…" A bruise tomorrow will be the least of your problems, Sanada. Tomoe reeled in shock. I don't usually do this, as telepathy takes a great deal of effort, but I think in this case it might be worth it. Spitting on the ground in front of her she replied, "You won't be alive long enough to cherish it, demon!" Moments later she realized her mistake when the dirt she had just spat on rose into the air in front of her and flew over to the mud-demon to be absorbed by its body. Rapidly rethinking her idea to confront the demon in this dirt-packed arena she rushed forward, hoping to end the conflict as fast as possible. The research company that had sent her after the demon hadn't asked for proof of the kill, just that the stolen item be returned to them. She wasn't even sure what the item was but she figured it had to be nearby if the demon had stopped running. Looking for this? A small vial of translucent liquid bubbled forth from the demon's chest. Tomoe halted in her tracks, she didn't want to risk breaking the vial and ruining her contract. In her hesitation the demon flung a lump of clay at her, encasing her free hand and gluing it shut. She tried to shake it off to no avail. Slowly the clay flattened out and began to spread up her arm. Frantically, she closed the remaining gap between her and the mud-demon, kicking it to the ground and readying herself for the killing blow before the clay on her arm became a more serious problem. CRASH When her vision cleared, Tomoe was lying on her back on the other end of the clearing, the clay on her arm was gone and her spirt hilt lost to her. She propped herself on one elbow and looked over at the demon still lying prone on the dirt. A crater of charred earth lay in between them. "Lightning? What?" The demon looked back at her, grinned evilly and looked up to the darkened sky. The first telltale drops of rain fell on Tomoe's flushed skin and a sense of despair welled up within her. "Oh shit–" Ah Tomoe, it would appear the tables have turned… Panicking, Tomoe jumped to her hands and knees and searched frantically for her spirit hilt. The dirt surrounding her was rapidly softening into mud as the rain fell. The thought: "…Unimpressive powers unless in close proximity to large quantities of mud…" floated unbidden through her mind. A sigh parted her lips as she felt her fingers close around the familiar shape of her weapon's hilt, only to have it ripped from her grasp by a tendril of mud extending from the demon. Tomoe's face was a mask of horror as she caught sight of the mud demon now in its element. Several thick tentacles of mud and clay waved idly in the air, waiting for telepathic commands from the demon. She turned to crawl to the clearing's edge but made it only a few feet before the mud around her heeled boots solidified and trapped her mere inches from the salvation of the woods. The demon patiently strode up to the trapped woman, letting two of its tentacles wrap themselves tightly around her wrists before hoisting her into the air, spread eagled and helpless. Tomoe lifted her gaze to look into the demon's face, now eye to eye with the monster, and felt what remaining confidence she had in her vanish. A shiver ran up her spine when the demon's thoughts invaded her mind once again. You know, this might actually be the perfect opportunity for me to make use of the serum I stole. Before she could stop Tomoe found herself asking, "What does it do?" Oh you'll find out soon enough, don't worry. With a chuckle the demon reached out to her and in one fluid motion ripped her tank top and skirt from her body. "What are you doing!?" A slim tendril split from the demon's hand and wound its way into her panties, now soaked with the rain, and pulled them to the side. "Let me go you filth!" Hush, before that mouth of yours gets you in trouble. With renewed strength, Tomoe struggled frantically in the demon's grasp. "Release me this instant and I will drop the contract, I swear it!" The demon narrowed its eyes and frowned at her. Fool. You're in no position to bargain with me, and I warned you about speaking again. As Tomoe opened her mouth to argue again, a thick tentacle shot up from the demon's left arm and forced its way between her lips. A muffled scream of terror burst from her lungs before the tentacle began to slowly slide itself in and out of her mouth, lengthening imperceptibly with each thrust until the tip was sliding down her throat. Curiously the mud didn't cause her to gag and there was no taste of the dirt it was made from. Before she could come to grips with the assault on her face however, the vial of liquid that the demon had stolen once again bubbled forth from its chest and a grin split his face. You asked what this does, shall I tell you? Terrified, the demon hunter nodded her head as much as she could while the tentacle continued its violation of her throat. This is an experimental serum. Its purpose is relatively simple: it temporarily triples the number of times per second your nerves can fire. In short, it increases sensation by three times. A look of confusion furrowed Tomoe's brow. What could the demon possibly want with that? This particular strain of the serum only acts on nerves in specific areas of the body. More confusion. Most notably, the pleasure centers of the body. Realization struck the demon hunter like a thunderbolt. She shook her head desperately but could do nothing but watch while the mud-demon lowered the vial to her puckered ass. I've heard that the most effective and immediate way to inject it is to insert it here–and the demon thrust the vial harshly into her virgin ass, causing Tomoe to fling her head back and her eyes to widen–and then release the liquid. Tomoe felt a warm sensation flood her insides as the liquid was released, her eyes widening even further. At that instant, the tentacle of mud removed itself from her throat and a soul-felt scream split the air. The effect was immediate. The nerves in her ass lit up with sensation, intensifying the burning sensation of having a tentacle thrust deep into her ass, the rain still pouring down causing her nipples to harden like diamond and the water running down her thighs began to mingle with her own arousal. "Ffffffuck!" Not giving her time to adjust, the mud-demon drew the tentacle of mud slowly out of her ass until just the tip was inside her. The sensations pounding through her body from her ass were maddening and Tomoe's eyes began to roll up, her jaw hanging slack. A second and third tentacle took the opportunity to wind themselves across her lithe body, caressing her pale skin. The two tentacles wrapped around her modest breasts and squeezed, eliciting a moan from Tomoe before one of them slid between her lips and resumed the previous assault on her throat. "No more… please! Please no more!" Tomoe tried to get out around the muddy appendage sliding down her over-sensitized throat. I'm sorry dear, I can't hear you. The third tentacle, momentarily forgotten, had wrapped itself around her delicate waist and was now flicking its tip up and down the length of her cunt. Each pass provoked an involuntary shudder from Tomoe but consciously she wasn't even aware of it until it finally slid a few inches into her. As it wound its way inside her, a sliver split off from the main tentacle and encased her swollen clit, massaging it roughly. Unable to stop herself, Tomoe screamed around the tentacle in her mouth and came, her own cum being absorbed into the demon. Laughing at her humiliation the demon continued to push more and more of itself into her every hole. Tomoe could feel her insides swallowing the mud almost greedily. Enjoying yourself yet Sanada? She weakly shook her head, tears welling in her eyes as she denied the pleasure flooding her system. Determined to break her will, the demon growled and forced its tentacles deeper into her body, taking perverse enjoyment in watching her throat bulge slightly around the mud in her throat while her pussy spasmed with repeated mini orgasms. *** Several hours later *** Tomoe was fighting a losing battle in her head now, the rain had long since stopped but the field was still muddy and the demon seemed to be losing none of its strength. She had long since lost count of the number of orgasms it had forced upon her and the effects of the aphrodisiac seemed to be wearing off. Unfortunately her body didn't seem to need it anymore. Slowly her hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting back against the tentacles in her ass and cunt. Each thrust drove the one in her pussy against her cervix and with each impact a new wave of corrupt pleasure rushed through her sex-crazed mind. "I can't make him stop… I can't make him stop fucking me… Why won't he stop? Why can't I stop? I need to stop!" Don't be ridiculous Tomoe, we both know you're loving this. Tomoe tried to deny it but a particularly deep thrust finally breached her cervix and the tentacle shot forward into her womb, sending her eyes rolling up into her head in overwhelming pleasure. "Yessssss–No! No, I don't love it! You did this to me with that serum!" The serum's effects only last about 20 minutes, you've been fucking yourself on me for over three hours now. "No… you're lying!" Afraid not. Tomoe's pussy clamped down on the tentacle thrusting inside her as she came yet again, her fluids keeping the mud-demon strong. Just admit to yourself that it feels good. "No! No, it doesn't feel–OH FUCK!" Her retort was cut short by another deep thrust into her ass, the bulge of the tentacles lodged within her now visible through her toned stomach. "Fuck yes!" Her body was on fire now, her orgasm being prolonged again and again every time she slammed her hips back against the tentacles. Satisfied that the demon hunter was losing herself, the mud-demon let himself go and finally came. Warm fluid poured into her throat, womb and ass all at once and like a dam Tomoe's willpower finally broke. She swallowed the cum hungrily, reveling at the slight aftertaste of dirt but amazed at how sweet it was nonetheless. "Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming again! Give me more! Mooooore!" *** Several hours later *** Tomoe lay exhausted on the field of mud as the demon disappeared into the forest, her pussy and ass gaping and oozing cum. She reached down with one hand and spread herself wider, smiling lewdly at the display and rubbing her clit with her other hand. "Next time I'll check the weather report before facing a mud-demon, but this… this wasn't so bad."

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Chapter 7 - Liena's Make-Over

Nik opens his eyes to find himself floating above what appears to be a laboratory of some sort. There are tables with microscopes, test tubes and other things arranged in a way to make it easy to move around. The room's floor and walls are white and gray tiles.  In the center of the room stands a large, circular tank with green fluid inside and all sorts of cables attached to it. Inside the tank is a younger version of Joth that looks to be about 24 years old. Machines inside the tank are making incisions on his body and he has a clear mask over his mouth and nose to breathe through as strange fluids are pumped into his body. “Initiating the installation of telepathic capabilities into subject 12031.” A synthetic female voice comes from the speakers. Nik looks to the area in front of Joth's tank and sees two men dressed in lab coats standing before him. The man on the left has messy black hair, steel gray eyes, a slim build that makes him look rather fragile and has a slight tan, and a clean shaven but stern looking face. The man on the right has neatly combed back blonde hair, cyan eyes and a gentle face. Like the first man, he looks rather weak and pale. The man with the messy black hair looks to the blonde man and speaks in a stoic voice. “What's the status, Mr. Wilkins?” Wilkins looks up from his tablet, which has readings going across it. He speaks in a rather quiet voice. “It would seem that the subject is not showing any signs of rejection to the experiment, Doctor Mcgregor.” “Good.” Mcgregor nods as he looks at Joth. “The ability to use one's mind as a weapon will prove quite useful on the battlefield. What's the status on subject 14048?” Mcgregor and Wilkins looks over to another tank filled with fluid, that has a young man inside. The man looks to be no more than 23 with red hair and pale white skin. He has a slight build of muscle to him along with a two pack of abs. Wilkins checks his tablet and looks at the readings. “It would seem that the ability to switch genders has been implemented without complication.” Mcgregor nods again and smirks. “The ability to blend into a crowd will make for an excellent spy.” Wilkins looks to Mcgregor and works up his nerve to speak. “Um, sir? Is it really alright for us to do this to them?” Mcgregor looks to him with a raised eyebrow and Wilkins continues. “The previous subjects didn't last long and-” “The subjects didn't last long because they were failures. Do not dwell on such things but learn from them, Mr. Wilkins.” Wilkins nods. “Yes sir.” Mcgregor nods and turns to another tank that has the same liquid as the others. This one holds a man with short silver hair, slim build and dark skin. “What is the status of subject 23975?” Wilkins looks to the tablet in his hands. “The ability to teleport has been implanted successfully.” Mcgregor nods. “Good. The ability to teleport not only oneself but others can be useful at times. Though we should take steps to make sure that it isn't used for them to escape.” Wilkins nods and types in some commands. Nik furrows his brow as he listens to them talk. “They made ways to prevent these people from escaping? Horrible.” Nik looks to one of the computer screens in front of Joth and sees all of the experiments planned for him and their side effects. One side effect of note is the eventual breaking down of cells and the need to feed on....something unpleasant. The other thing of note is the risk that the subject can go insane if they use their power for too long or some such. Another side effect is that the subject will experience intense nightmares that might prevent them from sleeping. It is all very complicated stuff that he doesn't quite understand, but one thing he knows for sure is...”This is how monsters are made.” As Nik tries to think about what he just heard, the scene changes to the inside of Joth's cell. Joth and Siena are laying in bed together, Joth behind Siena and holding one of her legs up with one hand and the other is just under Siena's neck and gently groping one of her breasts as he thrusts deep inside her. Siena lets out a moan as Joth gently kisses her neck as he goes a little faster, sweat falling down both of their bodies. Siena gasps and turns her head and kisses Joth as she moans into his mouth and tastes him as he stops groping her breasts and reaches down and starts rubbing her clit. Siena screams in his mouth as she cums all over his huge cock that is thrusting so deep inside of her. Her eyes roll up as he dominates her tongue and his shaft gets hotter and hotter until it finally shoots its load into her womb and her body shakes as another orgasm goes through her. They lay in each other's arms as they are filled with the afterglow as they resume their kissing and then- Nik slowly opens his eyes as he feels a warm tongue moving around his shaft and feels hot breath against his thighs. He looks down and sees Liena sucking his cock hungrily. She looks up at him, her hazel eyes filled with lust, and gives a smile as she takes him deep into her throat, all the way to the base. “GLLLK ULLK” Nik can't help but stare as she swallows his cock so expertly. He can feel her throat working around his cock and her rough tongue gently licking one of his balls. 'Rough tongue?' Nik looks at her in confusion and then he hears a giggle in his head. 'Hehehe, what? Did you not know that we cat Viandi have rough tongues? Though I guess that is to be expected since this is the first time I've used it.' Nik's eyes widen as he realizes who the voice belongs to. “L-liena? You are able to use telepathy as well?” Liena giggles in his head as she bobs her head up and down his shaft as she plays with her clit with one hand and gropes her breasts with the other. 'Of course I can. I can do this and so much more.' Nik gasps and can't help but lean his head back as he gets the sensation of not only her throat working around him but her pussy as well. He grips the sheets and grunts as he shoots his hot load directly into Liena's stomach. Liena moans as orgasm rocks through her body from her masturbation. She drinks his cum happily and slowly slides up, being sure to take every last drop, all the way to the tip and gives it a kiss as she swallows the last of it. Liena smiles at him as she crawls on top of him and rubs her soaking wet pussy against his still hard cock, gently biting her lower lip. “Good morning, Nik. Did you sleep well?” Nik nods and lightly gasps as he feels her pussy start to envelop his cock as she lowers herself onto it. “I did sleep well. How about you?” Liena shakes her head as she lets out a low moan. “I haven't slept yet. Been up all night cleaning, healing and feeding the Viandi we brought back last night. You gave Vanessa quite the pounding last night. My pussy was twitching in jealousy.” “Well we can't be having that. You need your sleep and I will do what I can to satisfy you.” Nik says as he reaches up and takes firm hold of her hips, to which she gasps and moans as he pulls her lower onto his shaft. Liena leans forward so that her huge breasts squish against his chest as she looks into his eyes and smiles. “Mm...you're so considerate. Give me lots of your delicious cum!” Nik bucks his hips up, slamming the rest of his fuckrod into her, the tip slamming against her cervix as she lets out a gasp. Nik slowly pulls back to the tip, her pussy reluctant to let him go, and slams in again as she lets out a moan and she lays fully on top of him. “Oh my! You're thrusting a lot h-harder than usual! Wha- Mmph!” Nik pulls her into a kiss and she moans into his mouth as he dominates her tongue and thrusts at a nice rhythm. Orgasm rocks her body as she lets out a moan into his mouth and her eyes half close. Her eyes open wide as she feels something prod against her asshole and finds herself unable to look behind her. “I've watched you two selfishly play long enough!” Liena manages to break the kiss as she recognizes the voice. “V-vanessa!? What are you- Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” Liena gasps and moans as Vanessa's magical cock enters her asshole and she orgasms as both cocks inside her thrust at different intervals from each other. Liena lays her head against Nik's shoulder as the strength in her arms and legs gives out. “Fuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!! That feels s-so good! G-give me m-more! Mmmph!” Liena forces herself to kiss Nik to stifle her moans as she cums again and again and again as her eyes roll up. Nik dominates her tongue again as he and Vanessa thrust into Liena and can hear her telepathic words become garbled as her mind goes blank from each orgasm. As both fuckrods get hotter and hotter, both Vanessa and Nik hear Liena's voice in their heads. 'GIVE ME YOUR CUM! FILL ME UP UNTIL I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! I WANT IT!' Vanessa and Nik thrust in and hold as white cum shoots into Liena's womb and ass. Liena's eyes roll all the way up as the biggest orgasm she's ever had rips through her body as her belly expands and makes her tremble as she screams into Nik's mouth.  As the orgasm subsides, Liena breaks the kiss and lays her head against Nik's shoulder and pants along with Nik and Vanessa. Vanessa leans over Liena as she catches her breath. After a couple minutes, Vanessa slides out of Liena's ass, cum leaking out as Liena trembles from orgasm. She crawls around and gently picks up Liena's head, making her sit up as her eyes flutter open. Liena looks up at Vanessa and is about to ask what she is doing when Vanessa's magical cock enter her mouth. Liena lets out a gasp and a moan as her hands reach up to grab Vanessa's hips, seeming to try and push her away, but instead pulls her closer and has the shaft go deeper into her throat. Vanessa moans as her shaft makes Liena's throat stretch around it and she pulls out to the tip and slams back in as she holds onto the back of Liena's head. Nik stares up at Liena as she takes Vanessa's magic shaft all the way to the base and he hears Liena's voice in his head. 'I know what you have seen, Nik. You've seen a past that I did not wish for anyone to know.' After a few moments, she continues, her voice filled with shame and sorrow. 'I was a test subject in a lab to create super soldiers. I have fought in many wars and killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people for a cause that wasn't my own or what I wanted.' Nik frowns as he looks up, his eyes filled with sadness, at Liena's breasts as her throat is assaulted by Vanessa's thrusts and Liena continues. 'Since you haven't pushed me away or thought of me as a monster, please, do me one request. Use your power to change me however you wish. I don't want to be like this anymore. Please, save me from my eternal hell!' Nik grits his teeth as he remembers everything from his dreams and realizes that Liena is Joth in female form. He pulls out, allowing the large amounts of his seed to flow out of her, and moves from underneath Liena and then gets behind her and enters her pussy as he leans her forward. Liena lets out a muffled moan as she is put between him and Vanessa like a spitroast. 'I will save you, Joth. I don't know everything about you, but I know that you didn't deserve to suffer as you have.' Nik pulls out to the tip and thrusts deep inside of Liena, who lets out a loud muffled moan as she sucks Vanessa's magic cock harder. He starts pouring his magic into her body as he takes hold of her hips and continues thrusting at a steady rhythm. 'Mmph! Yes! Do whatever you want with me! Make me yours!' Vanessa gasps as she watches Liena's breasts and ass grows to full plumpness. Her skin changes to that of a peaches insides, her hair becomes a deep tangerine, her eyes turn a deep red, and her lips become plump and black. Her belly remains slender but her skin becomes incredibly smooth to the touch. Her cat ears and tail have orange and red swirls appear on them.  Liena moans as Nik picks up the pace as her body finishes changing, his and Vanessa's shafts becoming hotter. They both thrust in and hold as cum shoots down Liena's throat and deep into her womb and stomach. Once again, her stomach expands to the point that she appears pregnant with twins and her eyes roll up as orgasm rocks her. Vanessa moans as Liena swallows her hot seed down her throat in big gulps. Vanessa pulls out of Liena's mouth, Liena's soft lips come together as the magical shaft leaves it as she swallows the last of it. Nik pulls out and steps back, expecting a waterfall of cum to flow out, but none does. Instead, Liena's swollen belly shrinks down to its normal size and she takes a deep breath. Vanessa stares at Liena and then looks at Nik with a look of complete confusion on her face. “What did you do to mother, Nik?” Nik blinks a few times and then looks at Vanessa. “I, um, I changed her body using my power.” Vanessa's eyes widen in shock and she opens her mouth to say something, but Liena speaks, her voice has changed from its usual beautiful tones to a rather sultry tone. “Power has been fully restored. It has been so very long since I felt this much strength.” Vanessa and Nik both look at each other and then look at Liena. After a few moments, Nik speaks up. “Um, Liena? Are you alright?” Liena looks at them both and smiles brightly. “Never been better! I have so much energy that I'm not even tired anymore!” Vanessa's bunny ears perks up and she snaps out of her stupor. “Wait a minute! Just now you said 'Power has been fully restored.' What does that mean? Have you not been getting any rest and using too much of your power since you woke up, mother?” Liena looks to Vanessa and frowns. “Yes, daughter. I have not had rest and had been using an immense amount of my power to get us here quickly. My 'special' fruit had not been restoring enough of my power and I was about to run out.” Vanessa's ears raise in alarm and Nik remembers the fruit that she had said was forbidden. 'That weird fruit was meant to restore her power? Wait...' His eyes widen as he remembers what she had made the fruit from and remembers the side effects listed in his dream and he realizes what it was really meant for. Liena flinches slightly and then she tilts her head to the side. “Oh? Looks like we have a couple guests that wish to come aboard. Vanessa? Could you please go and see them aboard? I'll be right behind you.” Vanessa's eyes narrow as she looks at Liena but nods and dismisses her magical cock and gets dressed. “Yes, mother.” Vanessa leaves the room and Liena sighs as the door closes. Then she looks to Nik, sorrow and shame in her eyes. After a minute of silence, she speaks. “You've realized it, haven't you, Nik?” She watches him nod and looks away, her arms folding under her huge breasts. “As you saw in your dream, one of the side effects of the experiments performed on me was the urge to feed on certain....things....in order for my body to remain functioning.” Nik's eyes fill with sadness as he looks at Liena and he walks over to her and hugs her from behind, to which she gasps. Nik speaks softly in her ear. “I am sorry that you had to suffer so much alone. You don't have to force yourself to tell me anymore if you don't want to.” Liena relaxes in his arms and closes her eyes as she puts her own hands on his and smiles. “Thank you, Nik. For saving me from that hell of needing to feed on such awful things in order to keep my body together. You managed to replace it with a new type of food that is easy to obtain.” Liena turns and looks directly into his eyes with a peaceful smile on her face as her now red eyes meet his blue. He looks at her in confusion and she giggles. She leans against him and whispers in his ear. “Do you not know? You made it so that your cum is my new source of energy and what my body yearns for.” Nik blushes a little as he thinks of Liena's plump, black lips, sucking on his cock as her red eyes look up at him and his dick gets hard against her. Liena giggles and Nik blushes more as he remembers that she can read his mind. She whispers into his ear again, her voice even more sensual. “I am full right now but when I get hungry again, I will be more than happy to suck your big, thick, hard cock as much as you want.” Nik blushes as his rod throbs achingly hard against Liena's naked form and she frowns slightly. “You poor thing. Perhaps it would be too cruel of me to deny you pleasure when you're in so much pain.” With that, in one sensual motion, she descends to her knees and gently takes his cock into her hands, it being too big to wrap one hand around. She licks her lips as she starts to stroke his shaft with her soft hands. Precum starts to leak out of the tip as Nik lets out a breathy gasp as he watches her work. Liena smiles up at him and kisses the tip before she opens her mouth and starts taking it in. She uses her soft, juicy lips to suck on it gently as her rough tongue licks around the tip. Her breath is hot and her mouth feels so good as it caresses him. She takes in a deep breath, taking in his scent, and then pushes her head forward and takes more of his rod inside, stretching her throat tightly around him. She looks up at him and gives a little smile as lust builds in her eyes and she starts to suck harder as her eyes roll up in pleasure. She lets out a muffled moan and takes him all the way to the base as one of her hands massages his balls and the other plays with her pussy. Nik hears her speak to him in his mind. 'Does my new mouth and throat feel good on your cock?' His knees give a slight tremble as the pleasure nearly overwhelms him and he closes his eyes. “It feels amazing, Liena.” He hears a giggle in his mind but gasps as she suddenly stops sucking.. 'I'm glad. I have a fun idea. Grab the back of my head and fuck my throat. It will feel even better!' Nik starts to breathe heavily and slowly he reaches to the back of her head and slowly pulls his cock out to the tip, then slams it back in, making her forehead slap against his abs and her breasts jiggle as a moan escapes. She grabs hold of his thigh with one hand as she rubs her pussy faster as he continues to thrust into her throat, his fuckrod getting hotter and hotter. 'Mm....yes! Fuck my throat and give me your seed! SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD INTO MY STOMACH!!!' Nik slams in one last time and holds as he lets out a grunt and a large, hot load shoots down Liena's throat and into her stomach. Liena's eyes roll up as she cums on her fingers and she lets out a strangled moan as she swallows load after load of his cum happily. Nik pants as he pulls out slowly as his shaft finishes and there is a light pop as it exits Liena's mouth. Liena takes a deep, harsh breath as she swallows the last droplets of his cum. She gently lifts his cock up to her lips and puts the head back in and sucks the last of the cum out of the tip before letting it go and smiling up at him. “Do you feel better, now?” Nik breathes heavily but nods as his shaft goes soft and Liena smiles. She stands up and wraps her arms around his neck as she kisses him lovingly. He returns the kiss and finds that her mouth tastes like oranges and blackberries. His tongue dominates hers as he reaches around and grabs firm hold of her big, jiggly ass, which causes her to let out a low moan in his mouth. After a few moments, Liena breaks the kiss and steps back. “Mm. You are getting better at kissing. It likely won't be long now before you completely overwhelm me with just a kiss.”  A pair of tight blue jeans that hug her curves and yet doesn't restrict her movements, and a black, sleeveless shirt with three belts with buckles holding her breasts in place, hugging every curve, leaving nothing to imagination, with a V-shaped opening for her head that reveals the top of her cleavage appears over her form. She giggles as she sees the dumbstruck look on his face as he stares at her. “We should get going, Vanessa has been waiting for a while and there is much to do today.” Nik snaps out of it and he quickly gets dressed before following her out of the bedroom and to the break room. The break room is located near the center of the ship and is about the size of a school cafeteria. It has several rows of tables and chairs lined up in the center of it. There is a counter to one side with sections for food to be placed. The other side has a counter like what you'd find in a bar with an assortment of refreshing drinks on the shelves behind. The floor has gray zigzag patterns and the walls are a light blue with trees and mountains and blue oceans drawn on them. In the center of the room, there is a round stage with a pole in the very center of it. Above the stage are different colored lights aimed at the center of the stage and speakers built into the stage itself. Sitting on the stage's edge is Vanessa, who has removed her clothes and is holding Amelia's head to her crotch as Ginny is pounding into Amelia's pussy from behind. Amelia lets out loud moans as she eats Vanessa out and gasps and orgasms when Ginny smacks her ass. Amelia is wearing a collar that has intricate patterns in the form of stripes of a tiger in purple lines. An amethyst is set into the center of the collar and has the engraving, 'Ginny's bitch' in the center of it. Connected to the collar is many purple strings that expand into ribbons that wrap around her entire body, leaving plenty of her ebony skin to show and tying her arms behind her back.  Her body has gained more curves since the night before. Her ass and breasts are three times bigger and her lips are plumper. The whites of her eyes are now black and her purple irises are glowing slightly. Amelia licks deeper into Vanessa's pussy as Ginny thrusts faster and keeps hitting her cervix as her magical cock gets hotter and hotter. Vanessa gasps as she cums hard and leans her head back and moans as Ginny slams in once more and fills Amelia's womb with cum as Amelia's legs tremble from the orgasms she has had. As Nik wonders what happened to Amelia, he hears Liena's voice in his mind. 'Elant'ra.' Nik looks over to Liena, who smiles at the scene in front of them. 'What's that?' Liena smirks at him. 'In your language, it means Soul-Binding. Meaning that the one wearing that collar around their neck is their Master's eternal bitch. Their bodies change to their master's personal tastes and the design on the collar represents the master's own traits. Each one is unique and can only happen if the one that is to wear the collar is willing.' Nik watches as Amelia gets on her knees and starts sucking Ginny's cock as cum pools underneath her. 'Where does the collar come from?' Liena leans against him as she reaches into his pants and strokes his cock as she uses her power to help him get hard again. 'Why, from the locket, of course.' She watches as his eyes widen before she continues. 'The marriage ceremony with the locket is only the first of two stages. This means that those that wear a collar are both a bride and a bitch at the same time.' Nik stares at her as she licks her black lips and moves herself in front of him as she lets his pants fall. She rubs the tip of his shaft against the bottom of her pants and he gasps as he feels something wet and warm. After a moment, he realizes that she had ripped a hole in her pants so that his rod could get to her soaking wet pussy. Liena lets out a light moan as she has him enter her as Amelia takes Ginny's magical shaft down her throat, her throat stretching tightly around it. Nik gasps at how much tighter Liena is compared to before and how her insides feels like silk. He struggles to think straight as he tries to understand what Liena just said. 'T-then does that mean t-that the whole “marriage ceremony” is just a lie to get slaves? I'm confused.' Liena bites her lip as she takes him all the way inside her but looks back into his eyes. 'No. Nothing like that. Like I said before, the person wearing the collar has to be willing to become the other's bitch. They can choose to not be and their relationship would still grow. However, it is also important that the one that is to become the master is also willing to be the master. It's important for both to be in agreement.' Nik nods as he slowly pulls out to the tip and then slams back in, making her let out a light moan as her bound breasts swing up and then back down as her body trembles from the first orgasm. Nik wonders about the 'body changing' part as he looks at Liena's huge ass squishing against his abs as he slams inside of her again, making them jiggle through her pants. He wonders if he somehow bound Liena to him in a similar way that those with the collars are and gasps as she lets out a giggle into his mind. 'No, you haven't bound me to you, love. Mm... Though, I will admit that you have made me want you to dominate me a lot more than I used to. You must like that.' Nik wonders if that is true as he reaches around and gropes her breasts through her leather shirt as he thrusts faster. Liena gasps and moans as she leans her head against his shoulder, her back pushing against his chest, as he thrusts up into her. Nik remembers the night before at the concert hall. 'Wait, you had said last night that normally the bride gives the groom a locket. Doesn't that mean that the bride will always be the master?' Liena thinks as she moans from his continuous groping of her breasts and thrusting in so deep. 'Yes. That is the way it was in the past. But it is possible that Vanessa made some changes while I slept. Now, enough talking and fuck me!' Nik nods, deciding to ask Vanessa later, and thrusts faster and harder as he has Liena lean forward while he holds onto her arms from the elbows. Liena lets out a loud moan, not realizing that Vanessa, Amelia and Ginny are walking towards her. Liena's eyes rolls up as she has another intense orgasm and her tongue starts to hang out. “Oh yes! This feels so fucking good! Give it to me! Mmph!” Liena's eyes widen as Amelia kisses her as Ginny has her bent over and holding onto her elbows just like Nik. Vanessa leans against Nik and kisses him as he pounds Liena's pussy, her tongue being dominated by his as he uses his power to have an extra hand grope her breasts, making her moan. They share a moan as their tongues writhe together in absolute bliss as they are pounded hard. Both women scream into each other's mouths as Nik's and Ginny's cocks get hotter and hotter before they slam in and shoot their hot loads deep inside, making Liena and Amelia's stomachs expand until they appear nine months pregnant, as an intense orgasm makes their bodies shake so much that, if they weren't being held up by their partners, they'd fall. Nik breathes hard and pulls out of Liena and gently sits her down on the floor before sitting down behind her. Ginny does the same with Amelia and Vanessa sits down next to Nik, as Liena and Amelia kiss each other as cum pools under Amelia and Liena's stomach shrinks back to normal. King Theo Ragnburg looks at himself in the mirror in his private bedchambers, his clothes discarded on the floor. The room is large and spacious with a four poster bed on a tiered platform covered with silken sheets and many pillows. There is also a finely made wooden desk and dresser on the left side of the room, opposite the large window overlooking the city. His once finely tanned skin now has a light gray discoloration in places. His once powerful chest and arms now has slight pits in the muscles from his muscles sinking in. The whites of his eyes are yellowing and he has lost some of his hair. Many veins in his body resemble stretch marks, where the outer layers of veins are completely dead. 'This body doesn't have very long left to live. At this rate, it will die in merely a few days. I need to obtain a new body soon!' He looks out the window in the direction of the Flying Dutchess and smirks. 'But there is no need to worry. Very soon now I will have the strongest body in the universe. I will become a God!'  Grinning at this, he puts on a white shirt to cover his chest and arms. He opens a secret compartment drawer in his wooden desk and takes out a round ointment container. He opens it and begins applying it to his face, covering up the graying skin. He takes out a small bottle with a small tube at the top. He looks up and carefully lets a drop of the liquid inside into each eye, making the yellowish color turn to white.  There is a knock at the door and he puts the little objects away and quietly closes the door before saying, “Enter.” A servant enters the room and bows to the King. Without a word, the King motions for the servant to begin dressing him and the servant obeys. As the King's clothes are wrapped around his body, he looks off towards the duchess again - and grins.

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Chapter 1 - Snaring the Sovereign

Syndra drummed her nails against her chin, mocking pensive deliberation. Her silver hair draped luxuriously around her violet silk robe and her eyes glimmered with a malevolent light. "What to do, what to do. It appears I've caught a naughty little plant snooping around where she doesn't belong." One long lacquered nail stopped it's ministrations and rested against Syndra's full lips. Beneath her hovering feet, Zyra lay with her cheek pressed roughly to the forest floor. Her knees were spread slightly and her wrists bound in a dark and shimmering purple energy behind her back. Zyra licked her lips nervously. "Now Syndra, don't do anything too hasty... I'm sure we can work something out!" Zyra cast her eyes about frantically, looking for a way out. The undergrowth rustled softly but nothing became apparent. With a murmur of forgotten words, Syndra drifted to the ground by Zyra's head and leaned down over her ear. "Yes, I'm sure we can figure something out indeed." A wicked grin split her face from ear to ear and she gestured abruptly. Zyra was dragged to her knees and then her feet, wisps of deep purple magic entangling her legs and spreading them wide. Momentary confusion flitted over Zyra's face before grim realization set in. For the first time Zyra looked over her captor, head to toe, and her gaze caught on the growing bulge forming at Syndra's waist. Her plaited violet skirts finally parting to give way to a foot long--and growing--monstrosity! A bead of translucent pre-cum shimmered at the tip of Syndra's now erect cock. Fully erect it stood at nearly 16 inches long and it throbbed. Menacingly. Zyra's bonds brought her to eye level with the one-eyed beast and she licked her lips. Her eyes flitted to Syndra's who nodded in encouragement and Zyra shivered. Thoughts raced through her head and she once again cast about her surroundings, hoping for a way out. Once again there was a soft rustling in the undergrowth and then nothing. Syndra shifted closer to her and rested one perfectly manicured hand on Zyra's head, guiding her lips to brush against her glans. Zyra's eyes closed and the lids shuddered while she inhaled the intoxicating scent of sex. Almost unconsciously Zyra's lips parted and wrapped around the thick member before her. When her eyes opened again a fierce determination smoldered in their depths and she looked up to meet Syndra's own endless pools of indigo. Without breaking the gaze, Zyra began to slide her lips lower over Syndra's cock, her tongue flicking intermittently at the bulging vein underneath it. An inch disappeared, then another, then two more before Zyra paused. Syndra's eyes were narrowed but not out of anger, a shiver ran up her spine and just before she was going to pull Zyra further another rustle sounded in the brush behind her. She paid it no mind but Zyra took that moment to take a deep breath and shove herself forward. Her throat engulfed the remainder of Syndra's dick in a flash and Syndra found her bellybutton making it's acquaintance with Zyra's nose. "Oh g-god!" Syndra panted breathlessly. She could feel Zyra's neck distending around her, squeezing as it tried to swallow. Her hand wound it's way into Zyra's crimson hair and tightened, mercilessly holding Zyra in place. "So... so good...". With a visible effort Syndra regained her composure and pulled Zyra's head back. A scarlet line rimmed the base of her member where Zyra's lips had reached. Syndra stared at it in disbelief as it faded slowly, giving way to her pale skin's regular tone. "Damn. You're good at this, pet." Zyra's eyes narrowed at the name and then relaxed. Her rest was short-lived however as Syndra almost immediately began to slide back into the warmth of her throat. Syndra bottomed out once more began she abruptly began to pull herself out and fuck her subordinate's throat in earnest. "Glrk!" Zyra's eyes bulged as the force of her throat-fucking took her by surprise. Without warning, there was a pulse from the cock lodged practically in her stomach and then Syndra let loose a hearty groan. Hot cum surged into her belly, filling her to the brim in two quick jets. Still not finished, Syndra held Zyra fast and looked down to watch a dribble of her cum leak between Zyra's lips. With the next pulse the dribble became a steady flow and then a solitary drop oozed from Zyra's nostril. Another pulse. Zyra's nose began gushing cum like a veritable waterfall. Her eyes started to roll back into her head and Syndra chuckled. Finally finished, Syndra extricated herself from the plant woman's vice-like lips and with a gesture Zyra floated up to hover eye to eye with her captor. Syndra sat back into a throne of energy, recently conjured, and then beckoned Zyra's form closer. Remarkably, Syndra's massive member had yet to diminish at all. In fact, from Zyra's perspective, it actually looked slightly bigger. Still drifting lower, Zyra felt the tip of the cock brush against her thigh before it poked its way between her thighs. She came to rest almost sitting on top of it, the tip poking out obscenely from beneath her heart-shaped ass. Syndra flexed and Zyra felt her entire body lift slightly with the movement of the cock. "How... quaint." Zyra murmured before leaning forward to whisper in Syndra's ear. "You are, however, entirely underestimating me." A puzzled look came over Syndra's porcelain features. "Is that so-OH!" Syndra's eyes widened in shock. Zyra's moist cunt slide decadently up and down her shaft, coating it in her juices. With a sibilant hiss, Zyra's tongue wound into Syndra's ear, "yesssss." A solitary vine seemed to bloom out of Syndra's skin at the base of her cock right where Zyra's lips had ended on their first trip down the length, the scarlet line coming back in full force. It squeezed tightly, shutting off the last dribbles of cum and trapping the blood in Syndra's engorged member. "What are you doing?! You are in no position to take control here you... you... mmmm." Syndra's protests cut off as Zyra's tendril-like tongue slithered deeper into her ear canal, flicking almost lovingly against its walls. Syndra bucked her hips involuntarily and her eyelids fluttered at the sensation as the tip of Zyra's tongue eventually kissed what felt like her actual brain. "Why... whyyy-" "Hush my... pet." Zyra smirked at the twist of words and let her tongue plant soft seeds into Syndra's head, their shoots wrapping tightly around her mind and pulsating in time to Zyra's heartbeat. "I have plans for you." Unable to restrain herself any further, Zyra lifted her hips up and sank Syndra's full 18 inches inside her. The tip broke into her womb and an outline of Syndra's massive cock could be seen through her belly. "Oh yesss... such plans!" Syndra's magic withered away and Zyra's bindings came loose. Zyra wrapped her slender arms around Syndra's neck, a vine winding out of the undergrowth with a rustle. Syndra's violet eyes were unfocused, unseeing as the vine wrapped sinuously up her leg and then rammed itself deep into her ass. Over. And over. And over. With each shove of the tentacle inside her Syndra's member twitched, trying to cum. Maddening desire ran rampant through her mind as it was slowly molded to Zyra's will. "Please... please let me cum!" "Not yet my dear... not yet." The deep indigo glow of Syndra's eyes began to fade and give way tremulously to a crimson shimmer. "Pl-please?" "Almost..." Finally the last vestiges of Syndra's free will faded and her eyes blazed red. "Now. Cum." Syndra's cock spasmed as the vine wrapped around it's base released finally and the pent up climax overwhelmed her. Just before she passed out in bliss she could make out the form of Vayne stalking towards her through the trees. "Thank you Mistress Zyra..."  

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Chapter 4 - A concert? How fun!

Liena and Nik stand on the ship's bridge alone together, as Liena had sent Vanessa and Ariadne to go and make preparations for their arrival. As they watch the ship passes a mass of large asteroid-like objects floating in a vague circle. Nik looks at the objects with a frown and his fist clenches. “They say that this was planet Earth, where we humans once came from. That was before the Great Destroyer came and reduced it to this state after killing so many.” Liena frowns as she looks at the massive amounts of debris and then she raises a hand to her chest. “...I'm sorry, Nik. Such an awful thing to happen.” Nik turns to her and sees that tears are running down her cheeks and remembers. “Oh, you also lost your home planet.” Liena nods as she looks on. “Twice now.” Nik's brow furrows as he watches her walk to a monitor and types in some commands. An image comes up of a planet burning. He gasps as he recognizes the landmarks. “Is that Viandi?” Liena nods as she looks at him. “Yes. This is what I woke up to when your people had spent seven years fighting my children.” Nik flinches as guilt fills his heart and he walks over and holds Liena in his arms. “I am so sorry, Liena. I'll do everything I can to help set things right.” Liena returns his hug and looks into his eyes, her hazel eyes meeting his blue eyes, as she smiles sadly. “I know you will, Nik. Thank you.” Nik smiles back and then he realizes something. “Wait, seven years? I had thought that it had only been a week or maybe even a month?” Liena laughs in amusement and then looks him in the eyes. “Do you really think my children were so weak that they couldn't defend themselves? You've seen how Viandi fight first hand when I was teaching you. And I wasn't aiming to kill you, as one would in a war.” His eyes widen in shock as he realizes that she is right. There were so many times that she easily could've killed him before he even knew she was there. “Then how did they lose?” Liena frowns and looks away. “Unfortunately, my children aren't used to war. They have lived centuries without any conflict and it took everything they had to last as long as they did.” Nik hugs her closer as tears build up in his eyes, her soft breasts squishing against his chest. She looks into his blue eyes and smiles as she reaches a hand up and caresses his cheek. Liena opens her mouth to say something when a voice comes through the speakers. “Unidentified vessel, you are approaching the planet Mars. State your business or turn away now before you are shot down. Over.” They both look to the front of the ship and see that Mars has become much closer without them realizing. Liena smirks. “Well someone's friendly.” He frowns as she pulls out of the hug and walks to and takes a seat in the captain's chair before activating the communication system. The monitor turns on, revealing a woman dressed in a light gray uniform with a opening at the front. “This is Captain Liena of The Flying Dutchess and Great Mother of the Viandi people. I have come to take my children home and have brought a special someone with me.” Nik walks over and stands next to the captain's chair and looks at the woman in the monitor, who gasps. “Prince Nikolas!?” The woman has a slender jaw, green eyes and short, pink hair. She has a rather slender build and is pale as if she doesn't get a chance to go out much. Nik raises a hand in greeting. “Hello. Would you please allow us entrance to the docks?” The woman is about to nod but then she narrows her eyes with suspicion. “Wait a minute. How are you here when you were said to be dead? And with the 'Great Mother of the Viandi' no less!” Nik frowns as he looks at the woman. “Because the Great Mother saved my life and was kind enough to bring me here in exchange for getting her children back. Now open passage.” The woman nods and hurriedly types in commands. “Yes sir. Please go to dock D23 on the south side.” Liena smirks as she nods and closes communications. “Well that was amusing. You handled that very well. Though we'll be getting a lot of that from now on. Be ready.” Nik nods as they head to dock D23. Liena docks the ship and shuts down the main engines and gets up from the captain's chair as she looks at Nik. “Nik, there is something I want to ask you....about the Great Destroyer.” Nik turns his head and looks into Liena's hazel eyes. “Yes, Liena?” Liena thinks for a moment more. “Do you know where this Great Destroyer came from?” Nik fully faces her and shakes his head. “No. No one knows where he came from or why he attacked.” Liena narrows her eyes slightly. “Something so powerful that it's capable of destroying a planet doesn't come out of nowhere or attacks without reason. It must've come from somewhere and humanity must've done something to anger it.” She thinks for a moment more before adding. “Another possibility is that this Great Destroyer didn't even mean to destroy Earth. It could've lost control of its immense power just enough to destroy earth.” Nik thinks over her words and nods slightly. “I guess it is possible that that could happen. Now that I think about it, I recall that one of my ancestors had declared that no one should investigate earth or think about where the Great Destroyer came from or went.” Liena stares at him. “Don't you find that suspicious? Why would your ancestor declare such a law unless....” Nik's eyes slowly widens as he finishes her thought. “...unless he had something to hide.” Liena nods. “It would make the most sense. Which begs another question.” He continues. “What else was hidden?” Nik grits his teeth as he realizes something. “...the general didn't betray my father, did he? My father ordered the general to kill me on Viandi to start a war.” Liena nods. “Yes, that is correct, Nik. Your father was displeased that you had fallen in love with my daughter, Vanessa, and tried to have you removed.” Nik clenches his fist as tears stream down his face. “HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME!? WHO CAN I TRUST IF I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MY OWN FATHER!?” Liena holds him in her arms. “You can trust me, Nik. I admit that I haven't been the most honest with you but I will never betray you.” He sobs into her shoulder as he holds her close, her breasts squishing against him and her hand gently rubbing the back of his head as she sings a calming song quietly in his ear. After a few minutes he stands up straight and smiles at her. “Thank you, Liena. This means a lot.” Liena smiles and kisses him gently on the lips. “Happy to help, love.” Nik's eyes widen as he notices that she didn't say lover but before he can say anything, the door to the bridge opens and Vanessa walks in with something wrapped up in her hands. Vanessa raises an eyebrow at the scene before her and notices the remnants of tears still on his cheeks. “Is everything alright, Nik?” Nik nods and wipes his eyes. “Yeah, I'm feeling much better now. What do you have there?” Vanessa smirks and unwraps the parcel to reveal a black jacket with golden chain designs along the front and near the wrists as well as lining the top of the pockets. The pants are black and all of it is made of Henasar silk. “Ariadne wore herself out making this for you before we arrived. She's fast asleep now.” Nik looks at the outfit and remembers his father's betrayal and clenches his fist again. Liena puts her hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at her, her eyes filled with kindness. “I know how you feel, Nik. But please bear with it a little while longer.” Nik takes a deep breath and nods before smiling at her and Vanessa. “Thank you both for everything you've done. I should probably go get cleaned up before I put that on.” They both smile and nod as he leaves the room, heading to the showers. Vanessa looks at Liena after the door closes. “You told him?” Liena shakes her head. “He realized it himself.” Vanessa frowns and shakes in rage before Liena hugs her. “I know, daughter. I am angry too. But right now he needs us by his side.” Vanessa looks her mother in the eye, their matching eye colors looking back at one another with strong determination, and nods. “Right.” Liena nods. “Now let's go get cleaned up too. We want to look our best for where we're going.” Vanessa raises an eyebrow. “'Where we're going'?” Liena smiles and nods. “Apparently the King, Queen and Princess are attending a concert in a little bit. The King is the kind of man that won't believe that his son has returned unless he sees him for himself.” Vanessa looks at her curiously. “How do you....” Liena giggles. “I am a very good judge of character.” Vanessa nods and they leave to the shower room together. A middle aged man with a decent build of muscle and a goatee with golden bands wrapped around it, wearing a black shirt covered in buttons and stripes along with a furry cloak surrounding his body and black pants with thigh high boots, gets out of a white long flying car with golden rear view mirrors and underside. The man has black hair and blue eyes along with a stern face. He turns towards the long vehicle and raises his hand as a feminine hand reaches out and grabs hold. She has long, beautiful brown hair and green eyes and full lips. She has a rather average bust and petite butt that can't be seen underneath the dress she is wearing. It's a black dress with lots of frills and lace along it. Underneath she wears black pantyhose and black shoes. She has a black veil covering her face but without it, she is very beautiful. A young girl of about 18 comes out of the long vehicle. She has long black hair tied into a ponytail and green eyes and slender lips. She is wearing the same outfit as her mother and has a similar bust. Two women exit the long vehicle after them in chains and are wearing rags for clothing. One has long dark blue hair that reaches the middle of her back and lovely curves, with breasts the size of melons and a petite butt and orange eyes. Her ears are that of a cow with a spotted tail. The other has short red hair and a slender frame and a small bust and a butt the size of a pumpkin and yellows eyes. Her ears are that of a cat's with a long, bushy tail. Both are dirty and covered in bruises and cuts. They follow the Royal family with their heads lowered into a large building with flashing lights and pillars that hold up the awning. The inside is lavish with furniture and drinks fit for a castle. They are led to a rather spacious room on the top floor that has chairs of gold and purple padding which overlooks all of the theater. There is a raised half wall in front of them that houses machines that will activate if any potential assassins attempt to attack. At the bottom there are seats arranged on a slanted floor so that everyone can see the stage clearly. On the left and right side there are similar rooms to theirs. There are tall pillars that hold up the upward slanted ceiling. There looks to be enough room to fit about 300 people and there are Viandi standing in special sections where they have to stand at the back. The stage is around 30 feet wide and 15 feet back made of fine oak and a rich red curtain. Lights are built into the floor that are angled in a way to show anyone on stage but not blind them. The King checks his golden pocketwatch to see that there is 30 minutes to go before the show begins. A gentle knock comes from the door behind him and he answers in a dull voice. “Enter.” A young man of about 18 with a slender frame enters. He has black hair and teal eyes and wearing a simple messenger outfit. “Um, your majesty. Pardon the intrusion but something has come up.” The king grits his teeth. “Spit it out, boy!” The man nods. “Word has come from the communication station that a man matching Crowned Prince Nikolas' description is aboard a ship known as the Flying Dutchess, which has docked. A-and that he is accompanied by a woman who claims herself to be the Great Mother of the Viandi, sir!” The two viandi women in chains lift up their heads as they sit on the floor behind the royal family. The king growls. “Ridiculous! Get out of here!” The young man nods and rushes out with a quick, “Y-yes sir!” The queen looks at her husband. “But, dear. What if it's true?” The king growls again. “Its not! Remind me to find out who reported such a thing and have them executed!” The queen looks forward. “Yes dear.” Quietly the two viandi look to one another, hope in their eyes. The princess remains silent but is hopeful. 'Have you truly returned, brother?' Chen and Jack look around at Siena's private dressing room, their eyes full of amazement at all the pretty lights and colors of the room. The room is a large, circular room with a large desk with make up, lipstick and oils and lights all around the mirror. The walls are covered in purple curtains and some pictures of various things. Siena is putting on purple lipstick as she looks into the mirror and she smiles at the kids' reaction to the room. “Do you two like it?” They both look at her and nod excitedly. “It's amazing!” Siena giggles. “I'm glad you think so.” Siena is wearing a beautiful long dress that shows a moderate amount of cleavage and has two straps holding it up and a small opening in the back which is covered by her long black hair. “It's nearly time for the show to begin. Xavier!” The door opens and a short man in a rather fancy tuxedo enters the room. He has a slight mustache and his hair is combed back. He has a decent tan and has a small cane. “Yes, Miss Siena?” Siena turns to him with a smile. “Would you mind showing these two to a room that they can watch the performance from? Somewhere with a good view, please.” Xavier nods and smiles. “As you wish, Miss Siena. Come children. I will show you to your room.” Both children nod and follow him out of the door and he closes it behind them. Siena sighs. 'I hope Joth gets here soon. I would love to sing with him again.' Nik, Liena and Vanessa enter the front of the concert hall, both women linking arms on either side of him. Liena is wearing a long blue dress with purple lipstick and diamond earrings and shiny blue shoes and takes confidant strides. Vanessa is wearing a similar outfit and emerald earrings but has a more timid stride. They had no issues getting through customs and had plenty of stares and people with their jaws dropped, which there was no shortage of here as everyone's heads turn in their direction. One of the staff approaches them and looks at Liena. “Lady Siena! What are you doing here? You should be in your room getting ready!” Liena is about to open her mouth to say something when the young man grabs her wrist and pulls her forward. “Come on, there is not enough time to talk!” Liena looks back at Nik and Vanessa and gives a small wave. Another staff member walks up to them. “Um, Prince Nikolas. We received word of your arrival and have prepared a room for you and your guest. Please follow me.” Nik simply nods and follows the young man, not sure what is going on but isn't going to make a fuss about things. On the way he hears screaming and looks to where the source is coming from. He sees the man named Xavier wrestling Chen and Jack and trying to get them into some sort of closet. “Hey! What do you think you're doing to those two children?” Xavier stops as he looks towards Nik and gasps as he stares at Nik approaching him. “P-prince Nikolas! Pardon me sir! I was just trying to get these children out of the closet so that I can take them to a room for them to watch the performance!” Chen sticks her little head out. “He's lying! He's trying to lock us in here! Please help!” Xavier is about to round on the little girl when Nik stops him. “Enough! They can sit with me.” Xavier's jaw drops and he's about to object when he catches sight of the staff member behind Nik who is frantically shaking his head and making a slashing motion over his throat. Xavier slowly nods and bows his head as he releases the children. “As you wish, your highness. Please pardon me for my rude behavior.” Chen and Jack walks over to Nik and bow their heads. “Thank you, your highness.” Nik smiles. “You're quite welcome. What are your names?” They both look up at him and smile. “Chen and Jack. Mother Siena brought us with her to watch her performance.” Nik's eyes widen. “Mother Siena?” 'I feel like I've heard that name before today. Why can't I remember?' They both nod and Nik glares at Xavier. “I will have a word with her about this, then. Come Chen and Jack. The show will start soon.” They nod and follow him and Vanessa as they follow the staff member to a room that is similar to the King's and take a seat in the rich silver chair. The staff member brings in two smaller chairs of fine quality for the children, who sit happily. Liena is pushed into Siena private dressing room and the door slams shut. She looks in front of her and sees Siena staring at her in shock. “Well now, so you're the one I was confused for? It's been a long time, Siena.” Siena gasps as she looks Liena over. “...Joth? Is that you?” Liena smirks and folds her arms in front of her, pushing her breasts up. “I go by Liena now. Great Mother of the Viandi. Typical men not paying attention to our eyes or outfits.” Siena laughs. “Tell me about it! But damn you look fine!” Liena giggles. “Thanks sweet cheeks. You look hotter than ever before. In fact...” She walks over to her as Siena stands up and embraces her and pulls her into a hot kiss. Siena moans into the kiss, their tongues coiling together, and grabs Liena's ass and gives it a squeeze as she kisses back before Liena pulls back and smiles. “I wouldn't mind stripping you down and ravaging you like I used to!” Siena giggles. “Oooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me! But with how you look now, I think I would be the one dominating you!” Liena grins lewdly but gasps as there's a pounding at the door. “Five minutes, Miss Siena! Please hurry!” Siena sighs. “Yes, I'm coming!” She looks to Liena and smirks. “I got a fun idea. Why don't we surprise the crowd with a duet?” Liena grins. “Sounds like a lot of fun! We'll blow them away!” Siena giggles and smiles at her. “Also, 'Great Mother of the Viandi'? Really? You couldn't call yourself something better?” Liena giggles. “Its a long story. I'll catch you up later.” Siena nods and leads the way to the back of the stage. Surprisingly there are no people that see them on the way. She turns to Liena and smiles. “Wait here, I'll introduce you.” Liena nods and watches Siena's fine ass walk up the steps of the stage to the sound of cheering. Siena walks confidently to the center of the stage as her ass and breasts swing side to side with every step. She reaches the microphone and looks at all the people who quiet down. “Before I begin singing tonight, I'd like to introduce a special guest of mine. Introducing the Great Mother of the Viandi, Liena!” She raises a hand towards her and Liena walks into view with a grin. Her stride is graceful and her body jiggles in all the right ways. There are loud gasps as everyone stares at the pair as she reaches Siena. Chen gasps as she stares at Liena from where they are. “She's the Great Mother? She looks just like Mother Siena!” The King, Queen and Princess all gasp together as the two Viandi raise their heads and stare at the stage. “Mother is awake?” The king grits his teeth in anger as he stares at Liena. 'So you have finally shown yourself, Great Destroyer. This time you won't get away.' Liena giggles as she has a microphone appear in front of her. “Thanks sweet cheeks. It's a pleasure to be here. One more surprise for everyone. I brought a friend with me from Viandi. Introducing Prince Nikolas Charles!” She points in Nik's direction and a spotlight aims at him. He stands up and waves as everyone turns their heads and stare. The Royal family is speechless as they stare at him from their seats. Finally the Queen speaks. “It was true! He is alive!” The King stares in utter disbelief. “Impossible.” The two Viandi stare at them and then see Vanessa sitting behind him and tears of joy stream down their cheeks. “Sister Vanessa is with him? She didn't die!” Liena clears her throat and everyone faces her and Siena. “Now let the show begin.” In unison they sing a beautiful and uplifting song that cannot be described by words but fill all Viandi who hear it with hope and make the humans regain something that they had lost. There is a quiet accompaniment of musical instruments that joins them that seems to come from nowhere.

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Chapter 0 - Kat and Sarah

 My phone vibrated insistently against my left tit. I ignored the little fucker and thrust my tongue down Sarah's throat. After a few moments it stopped vibrating, I pulled back from the kiss with my sexy girlfriend and, panting for breath, reached down into my bra to pull out my phone. Sarah nuzzled up against me, kissing my neck and moaning quietly in my ear. Damn she's good. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her soft lips on my heated skin before looking down at my phone again to read the text from my baby sister. Hey Kat! I just got accepted at Tri-city Tech! I'll be moving into the campus dorms next week and I was wondering if I could chill at your place until then? Text me back! My ever-enthusiastic bubbly little baby sister was moving into town. Ohhhhh boy... Don't get me wrong, we get along – great even – but I hadn't seen her in almost a year and she'd never really been around me since I graduated college. Still, she was my baby sis and I loved her. sure thing kianna, when u gettin in? I mashed the send button and shoved my phone back into my bra while Sarah dragged me by the arm onto the dance floor. Sweaty bodies ground up against each other all around us and we were no exception. Sarah pulled me in close and rubbed her miniskirt-clad ass up against my crotch. She had this whole “schoolgirl” vibe going on right now and honestly it was pretty fucking hot. Tight little miniskirt, modestly heeled shoes, thigh-high white stockings and a button-up blouse that barely contained her perky C-cup tits and their hot pink encasing bra. Judging from the damp patch that was left on the front of my short-hemmed black dress, she wasn't wearing any panties either. Fuck. I bit my lip and pulled her hips hard into me, feeling the wetness spread as I confirmed my suspicions. I had to be careful though, can't get too excited out in public this. See, the thing is that I have a little bit of a secret down there. Sarah snaked her hand behind her back and squeezed my crotch through my dress. Ok, so maybe I lied, maybe it wasn't such a “little” secret after all. I moaned loudly and glared daggers at the back of Sarah's head while I felt my dick throb and threaten to lift up the front of my slinky little dress. The tiny matching black thong I was wearing was struggling and failing to contain my arousal. I grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled it away from my hardening dick. “You're fucking insatiable you little slut!” I groaned in her ear. Sarah didn't even reply, she just smiled back over her shoulder and kept grinding up against me. I couldn't tell if it was the overpowering bass in the club or my own heartbeat but I swear it was making my own B-cups jiggle in their lacy black bra. Or maybe it was just my sis texting me again. I ignored it for now and reached around Sarah to run my hands over her tight body. She had that annoying natural tan going for her and no tan lines that I've been able to find yet so I guess she probably tans in the nude. I slipped my fingertips into the hem of her skirt and ran them gently along her hip bones. Reward for my efforts came in the form of a shiver from her 22 year old body and she whirled around to kiss me sweetly on the lips. I cupped her ass and squeezed gently, caught up in our own little bubble of romance while the rest of the club lost their minds as the beat dropped. I decided I couldn't take it anymore and broke the kiss. Winking at her in the mesmerizing light show, I led her off the dance floor and weaved our way through the crowd to the door. Once outside, the volume dulled down to a low throb, while my own dull throb continued in my thong. I hailed a cab, fending off Sarah's attempts of public indecency long enough to get us back to my apartment. While Sarah paid for the cab, I checked my texts again. I get in tonight actually, I have a hotel room for the night and then I can head over to your place tomorrow morning? Classic Kianna, always afraid of imposing on everyone else. nonsense, come over 2nite, me n sarah just got bk frm the club I didn't even get a chance to protest when Sarah grabbed the phone out of my hand and hit send then dragged me to the bedroom. Ok, let's be honest, I wouldn't really have protested you know. Now that we were in the privacy of our apartment, I threw restraint to the wind and practically ripped Sarah's clothes off, pushing her backwards over our bed. Her naked tits bounced enticingly on her chest and she giggled up at me. I grinned wickedly back down at her and slowly reached down to grab the hem of my dress. Sensuously pulling it up, inch by inch, over my own toned 5'6” body I teased her. Hey, I've got a nice body ok? I like to flaunt it! She bit her bottom lip and pinched her left nipple with one hand while the other delved into her soaked pussy. “Ok enough already Kat! You win! God, just fuck meee...” her voice trailed off in a whine. Heheh, I always win. Inwardly congratulating myself at once again making my hot, petite girlfriend beg for it, I whipped my dress the rest of the way off and yanked my thong down, kicking it across the room. Stepping towards the bed, I reached up behind my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it to the opposite corner of the room. My nipples hardened in the A/C and goosebumps ran up and down my body. I cupped my tits and hefted them just enough to lick the tops. When I looked back down at Sarah though, her eyes were glued to my waist. I rolled my eyes. Of course, Slutty Little Sarah had dick on the mind and nothing would dissuade her. I dropped my tits and slipped my fingers around the swelling length of my cock. I can't really blame her for being addicted to it I guess, it was pretty fucking amazing if I do say so myself. I began to slowly rub the shaft, tip to base, and cupped my heavy balls with my other hand. “Does ickle Sarah want this?” Sarah nodded ponderously. My dick began to stiffen more, slowly reaching its full 13 inches. The head drooped down from the weight of it and a small drop of precum dripped from the end. “Are you suuuuuuuure?” I teased. Sarah nodded again, emphatically this time, practically drooling at the thought. I felt a trickle of my own drool ease its way down my thigh from my cunt, its lips slightly parted in arousal. I moved to grab her ankle but she beat me to it, eager as she was. She pulled her ankles up into the air and spread her legs wide. She certainly was a flexible girlfriend. Probably has something to do with the years of cheerleading she did. Her 5'3” body looked particularly diminutive bent nearly in two and framed against the length of my dick. I smiled widely. Sure I love to dominate her but I'm also starting to think I really might just plain love her. I pressed the head of my cock to her nether lips and had to take a deep breath as the heat poured off her cunt in waves. “Ohhhh fffuuuuuck...” I moaned, barely able to contain myself. Sarah, for her part, was just whimpering in need beneath me. “C'mon, c'monnnn fuck me Kat! I need it—ohhhh!” I drove the breath from her as I shoved several inches deep into her. Good thing this wasn't her first time with me. I knew I wasn't going to be gentle tonight and she was going to need every ounce of that fabled flexibility. Once I was partly in though, her pussy practically devoured my length. I sank slowly deeper and deeper into her, finally falling onto my outstretched arms, propping myself off her body. Her breaths were coming in shuddering gasps, her legs quivering and twitching while she strained to keep them spread for me. “What's the matter sweetie? Can't take the whole thing anymore?” I grunted, teasing her pride. She glared up at me between moans and I could feel her pussy squeeze the length of my cock inside her. My eyes nearly rolled up into my head and my elbows gave out, plunging the last several inches into her clenching velvety warmth. Unable to hold onto her ankles any longer, Sarah gasped silently and let her legs fall to rest on my shoulders. She may have been a cheerleader in college but I had been on the wrestling team (much to the boys' surprise) and I never let myself fall out of shape. I pulled my hips back and slammed them forward into her, watching in amusement as her tits bounced up nearly to her chin with each thrust. “Oh god, so full! Fuck me Kat! FUCK ME!” Who am I to deny a girl her last wish before death by orgasm? I chuckled and obliged my girlfriend, ramming into her harder and harder. Her head thrashed back and forth on the sheets and her hips bucked convulsively against me. I pressed my palm against the toned muscles of her belly and relished the feeling of my cock dominating her body through her skin. Her hands clenched into fists, balling the sheets up tightly as she came. There's something magical about the feeling of a hot young girl squirming on your dick as she cums her brains out. Being able to actually feel the slight impression of said dick through her belly only adds to it. I watched her start to pass out from the overwhelming orgasm (she always did, the selfish bitch!) and flicked her clit. That woke her up! “Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh!” she groaned, squirting a little onto my pelvis, her breathing ragged. “I'm not done yet Sarah! Your tight little womb is about to get packed full of my cum. How does that sound?” Sarah didn't even grace me with a reply, she just whimpered, a small smile spreading across her lips and a tendril of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. “Oh, that sounds great Kat! Please make me your bitch!” I mocked, speaking for my nearly catatonic girlfriend. “Ok Sarah! I'll fill you right up!” With that, I went back to my frantic pounding, feeling the familiar tingling begin deep in my balls. My thrusts grew shorter and faster as my impending orgasm loomed. I bit my lip and squeezed her calves as I bottomed out in her one last time. I knew Sarah could feel my cock swell, the tip opening up slightly inside her to let my baby batter gush out in torrents. Her hands clasped on her stomach, fingers caressing the outline of my cock through her skin while she babbled happily. “Ooooh yess, gimme gimme gimme! Cum cum cum!” A shiver ran down my spine listening to the nonsense she spouted. It turned me on like nothing else to listen to the gibbering mess I made of my otherwise intelligent girlfriend every time I fucked her like this. Pulse after pulse of hot cum splashed into her, swelling her belly slightly. With each wave I deposited inside her my vision faded a little more, darkness creeping around me and stars bursting behind my eyes. My legs twitched, their strength gone and I collapsed on top of her, our tits mashing against each other and our heartbeats pounding in our chests. My body continued to quiver in the aftershocks and then I felt Sarah reach down to thrust her fingers into my neglected cunt. With one last gasp I squeezed the invading digits and drooled another drop of cum into her abused pussy, my own pussy squirting and trembling around her fingers. Basking in the afterglow of another successful fucking session, I remembered my sister. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” I screamed, jumping up with newfound energy, my still mostly hard dick slurping out of Sarah's cum drenched lips. A veritable flood of my seed gushed from her gaping pussy and she moaned loudly at the sensation. “Ffuuuckkkk you gotta w-w-warn me if you're g-g-gonna do that Kat honey!” “I know, I know, I'm sorry! I gotta go shower and clean up for Kianna though!” “Ok, relax sweetie, go hop in the shower and I'll change the sheets...” she looked around at the mess. “Maybe more than the sheets,” she chuckled. Thanking her profusely, I covered her face in kisses and dashed off to the bathroom, dick flopping around gracelessly, sending droplets of cum all over the place in my wake. I snatched up my towel and my phone and looked at my texts before jumping in the shower. I mean, if you're sure it's no trouble I can head over tonight. I'll just cancel the reservation and head over? Should be there in an hour. I glanced at my watch as I turned on the water and dropped my phone on my towel. “Ten more minutes?!” Shit shit shit.

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Chapter 2 - Breaking Karlach, Day One

Poorly hushed moans and gasps wafted through the still night air from the tent next to her own, leaving Karlach tossing and turning throughout the night. Her infernal engine warming to the sounds and nearly singeing her blanket before she threw it outside in frustration. Unable to ignore it any longer, she gingerly wrapped her gigantic fist around her even larger cock, squeezing softly and luxuriating in the pressure as she slowly began stroking her burning flesh, the hours of teasing having turned her enormous shaft into a veritable leaky faucet of scaldingly hot pre-cum. Heated gasps and moans slipped from her lips as she tried to match her motions to the lurid sounds from next door, her feverish lust spilling out over her taut abs, pooling in her bellybutton before overflowing and running down her sides.   Images of Shadowheart’s legs thrown back, pinned by her head while some unidentified lover pounds her into a pile of satiny pillows flooded Karlach’s mind. Eyes shut tight, growling animalistic grunts, Karlach bucked her hips, the thought of dominating the small cleric’s body and overwhelming her with sheer force threatened to bring Karlach’s pleasure session to an explosive climax. Her free hand practically mauling her own breast, she gave up all pretense of keeping time with the sounds of Shadowheart’s none-too-subtle fucking. Her fist now a blur as it pumped her spasming cock, Karlach could no longer control herself, her hips twisting and back arching as she spurred herself towards impending release. Sweat poured from her brow, salt stinging her eyes where it slipped past her screwed-shut eyelids. Her infernal engine of a heart raced, the pistons screaming, her body so hot that for a brief lucid moment she was worried her tent might catch fire before her depravity subsumed all conscious thought once more.   Then finally, with one particularly loud cry from Shadowheart’s tent, Karlach burst. Rope after rope of thick cum exploded from her tip, dousing the bottom of her breasts, splashing across her toned stomach and leaving a river oozing between her cleavage and into the hollow of her throat where it pooled up and cascaded down her neck. Ragged, heavy breathing accompanied the sudden mental clarity and a flush of momentary embarrassment took over. Gods if only she could touch someone again, anyone! With an exasperated sigh she turned over, a few unbidden tears welling in the corner of her eyes as she prayed for sleep to take her, not even bothering to clean herself up. Despite the late hour and her sated lust, her cock continued to throb, rock-hard and unabated, the sounds of nearby love-making plaguing her thoughts.   And so it continued, night after night, for a week before Karlach finally could take no more. Rising from her bedroll in a huff, she stomped out into the camp, barely remembering to pull her leathers back on before she walked over to Shadowheart’s tent flap.   “Ahem, Shadowheart…” Karlach drifted off, desperately hoping the interruption by itself would be enough to quiet the Sharran and her late night antics. A few muffled voices from inside before a quiet response was issued.   “Yes? Karlach, is that you?”   Karlach rolled her eyes.   “Yes… look, could you keep it down? It’s just… I’m trying to sleep and I can hear you guys going at it like a pair of devils…”   Silence.   “Shadowheart? Uh… are you decent? Can I come in?”   Karlach’s pulse raced, she was torn between her lust wanting an excuse--any excuse--to barge in and take the cleric like a bitch in heat, and between her embarrassment and need to maintain the professional relationship with her traveling partners.   More silence.   “Ok I’m coming in…”   She steeled herself, drawing in a deep breath before ducking her head under the flap and stepping into the shadows inside. Once inside, she blinked her eyes to adjust to her racial darkvision, but found it unable to pierce the gloom. She supposed that would be par for the course for a disciple of Shar, the Nightmother.   “Helloooo, anybody here?” she lilted in a sing-song voice.   Suddenly, shadows lurched from every corner of the tent, wrapping themselves tightly around Karlach’s body. Confused but instantly alert, Karlach raged with all her considerable might, infernal heat raging within her heart, her eyes aglow with blazing fury but the shadowy tentacles imprisoning her held firm and unrelenting. Her muscles flexed and bulged, barbarian strength welling up from deep within, but slowly, inexorably, the tentacles forced her first to her knees, then pulled her feet up behind her, leaving her teetering on her knees momentarily before--with a lurch--she was lifted off the ground, her arms wrapped elbow to elbow behind her back. She felt another pair of thin tendrils winding their way up her back, around her neck, and over her face. One snaked across her mouth, silencing her grunts while the other slid across her forehead, yanking it back, arching her body like a bow. With inky gag in place and impossibly strong, yet wispy bondage imprisoning her, Karlach found she couldn’t move an inch, and her yells sounded like nothing more than whimpers.   Shadowheart stepped out from the perpetual gloom, one delicate finger reaching out to stroke Karlach’s chin as she leaned forward. ”Hello Karlach.”   Karlach instinctually flinched, her massive muscles straining to break the shadows’ hold. A glimmer of amusement flickered in Shadowheart’s eyes, the corner of her mouth curling upward in a smirk.   “Go on… rage for me…” she whispered into the bound Tiefling’s ear. A shiver ran down Karlach’s back, the lack of physical contact for years taking its toll on her. For a moment the fury reignited, her head turning ever so slightly in its bonds before it was yanked back. With an explosive sigh, Karlach finally relented, but eyes simmered like pools of molten gold. Shadowheart watched the fight drain from her prey’s body, reaching down the front of Karlach’s vest and cupped one of her heaving breasts, shadows roiling across her skin to protect her from the infernal heat boiling up from within the barbarian. Karlach’s breath hitched as Shadowheart found her nipple, one perfectly manicured fingernail scraping across the tender nub gently.   Karlach stared up at her captor, her gaze captured by Shadowheart’s beautiful eyes, hints of forest green shining and reflecting in Karlach’s pupils. Her face slackened briefly, momentarily caught up in awe of the angelic visage before her, her tongue slipping out beneath the shadow gagging her.   Shadowheart pulled her hand from the trapped Tiefling’s vest, snapping her fingers contemptuously, causing a large shadow to whip forward, slicing through Karlach’s clothes effortlessly. As the somewhat worn leather fell to the tent’s floor, Shadowheart arched an eyebrow, the entrapped Tiefling’s body left on full display… with a surprise. Her arm shot out, grasping Karlach’s unbroken horn and craning her neck back even farther.   “Well, well. Aren’t you full of surprises?” she slowly walked two fingers of her free hand down Karlach’s heaving chest, past her twitching abs, and resting softly on the tip of Karlach’s rapidly hardening cock. Karlach closed her eyes, her treacherous dick twitching and throbbing at the feather-light touch of the Sharran. Within moments her cock stood at its full length, hard as infernal iron and just as hot. Shadowheart slid her forefinger down to the underside of the pre-cum drooling member and flicked it upward, catching a large pearl of arousal on her fingertip and raising it to her mouth. Karlach opened her eyes, her breath choppy and irregular, just in time to watch Shadowheart open her mouth and drag her tongue seductively up the full length of her finger, swirling around the dew on her finger pad before sucking it down almost greedily. An unbidden husky moan escaped from the Tiefling’s throat, the sight before her fraying her emotions raw. Conflicting emotions warred within the touch-starved warrior, humiliation at her current disposition barely tempering her wildly flaring arousal. Somehow, beyond all belief, the petite Sharran was able to actually touch her!   For all her life Karlach had dominated and broken warriors she faced on the battlefield, the rush bleeding over into her non-existent love life. The brutal fighting coupled with her massive physique, and the unorthodox gigantic cock between her legs had always left Karlach envisioning her lovers smothered under her, their wills breaking in time with their bodies as she pounded them into the ground mercilessly. Trapped as she was, encased in unyielding shadow, gagged and teased, Karlach’s sense of self was flailing.   With a quiet whisper, the gloom surrounding the far side of the tent dissipated, and Karlach’s eyes went wide in shock. Lying face first on the ground, trussed up with her arms behind her back and twin tentacles of shadow pistoning languidly into her pale ass and cunt, was Isobel Thorm. Isobel’s eyes were rolled up into her head, black make-up smeared with tears, mouth forced open by a gag of inky blackness she drooled onto the cloth below her as her face was dragged back and forth, her pendulous tits swaying gently to the thrusts.   “Do you like what you see?”   Karlach never noticed Shadowheart stepping around behind her, her words suddenly slithering into her ear from behind in a quit whisper. Feeling the bonds loosen ever so slightly, Karlach gave an almost imperceptible nod, her dick twitching once more, a long string of steaming pre-cum dangling precariously from the neglected tip.   “I could give that to you, and so much more.”   I’m the top. She thought, clarity seizing Karlach’s mind and her brow furrowing. She shook her head emphatically, ‘no’.   “What’s the matter? Don’t you want the pleasure? The release? I know how pent up you must be after what, decades? Unable to touch, unable to feel intimacy…”   The gag between her clenched teeth gave way, allowing Karlach a few heated gasps.   “Not like that, I’m no one’s bottom bitch! No one will ever own me again! Fuck Zariel, and fuck you!”   Her words felt cheap, as she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the depraved sight in front of her, her breasts rising and falling too quickly to disguise, her throbbing, leaking cock betraying her lusts even more.   “Shhh, my pet. You’ll come to want it.”   A pale hand entered her periphery, a barely perceptible wispy collar of shadow dangling from one fingertip.   “In fact, I bet before the week is over, you’ll put this on yourself,” Shadowheart whispered into her opposite ear.   Karlach snorted her disagreement, eyes rolling. Everyone always thought they would finally be the one to top her, that she hadn’t met the right person yet. They were always wrong. Zariel had disabused her of that notion a long time ago. Shadowheart just chuckled, a sinister sound utterly at odds with the diminutive half-elf’s appearance.   “We’ll see.”   Shadowheart walked back around to Karlach’s front, stepping in between her and the lurid display of the poor Selunite having her brains fucked out.   “Do you know what my favorite spell is? It’s a recent gift from my Lady Shar, but it has opened so many doors.”   Karlach squinted up at her, unsure where the cleric was going with this.   “Geas.”   You will return to me every night this week, speaking to no one about what transpires.   Karlach felt a leaden net drape over her mind as the last word was uttered, an impossible weight smothering her conscious thought, leaving her eyes unfocused and glazed over, her body slack and unmoving before her mind returned to her. Shaking herself from her stupor she glared at Shadowheart and tried to scream out, to alert the camp.   Nothing came out.   Not a single breath, not a peep issued forth.   “What the fuck did you do to me!?”   “It’s a Geas, my dear Karlach. You will obey my command until I release you from it, and I will release you, if you make it through the week un-collared. Does that sound fair?”   It didn’t. But try as she might, Karlach couldn’t budge from her restraints, mental or physical, and finally slumped, nodding quietly, her hair draped over her face to hide her shame.   “Oh my dear, sweet, Karlach,” Shadowheart purred. “You’ll come around, I just know it.”   With that, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Karlach’s head, shadows melting from her lips in wisps, their intangible form siphoning away Karlach’s infernal heat and dissipating it into the night air.   “Tonight, tonight is not about you though. Tonight you watch,” and with that, the shadowy gag snaked across Karlach’s mouth again, stretching her jaw open and swallowing her frustrated grunts with ease.   Shadowheart tiptoed confidently across the blanketed floor, her toes sinking decadently into the velvety material.   “Do you know what my second favorite spell is?”   Shadowheart looked back over her shoulder to the bound and struggling form of the massive Tiefling barbarian. With a wink and a shrug, her dress of purest night shimmered and cascaded down her body, skin as pale as moonlight revealed in an instant, a perfect heart-shaped ass laid bare for Karlach’s eyes to drink in.   “Polymorph. It can be as dramatic as transforming into a mighty dragon, or as subtle as simply shaping the flesh as you see fit…”   Shadowheart turned, and jutting straight out from her hips was a huge cock, nearly as large as Karlach’s own, veins bulging prominently.   “This isn’t my normal form, but I find that sometimes… sometimes a more direct approach is necessary to show a slave her place.”   Karlach blinked in disbelief, head swimming with renewed lust, her throbbing member spasming, desperate for a warm, wet hole to bury into. More images flashed in her mind, picturing herself taking Shadowheart from behind, her pale cock grasped firmly in Karlach’s fist, denied her own orgasm as Karlach blasted her insides with rope after rope of cum. A quiet whimper sneaked its way past the gag at her mouth, like the whistle of steam from a boiling teapot. Karlach watched as Shadowheart curled her finger and Isobel’s bound form rose to match Karlach’s, a bizarre mirror to her own predicament as Isobel’s legs were pulled back like Karlach’s. So similar in position she could almost believe she was looking at a more petite, half-elf version of herself.   Shadowheart grinned evilly at her over Isobel’s shoulder, Isobel’s own eyes coming back into focus, her labored breaths calming as the shadow tentacles ceased their thrusting and slithered out of her to disappear amongst the rest of the gloomy interior of the tent. Stepping forward, Shadowheart’s massive, pale cock slid between Isobel’s thighs, her dripping arousal coating it liberally. Karlach watched as Isobel tried ineffectually to grind her cunt up and down the turgid member, desperate for attention. Shadowheart’s slender hand wrapped around her cock, comically small against its girth. So caught up in the moment, Karlach barely even registered the gags disappearing until she heard Isobel’s whiny pleading.   “Please Mistress, please! I need it so bad…”   Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Karlach’s eyes were glued to Shadowheart’s cock, the skin peeling back ever so slightly from the tip, a drop of pre-cum glistening before running down the length of her cum-vein. Her own cock twitched in sympathy, accompanied by a small jet of semi-translucent, infernally hot pre-cum. Gods she yearned to squash the Sharran beneath her, forcing her smaller dick to paint the ground white with her submission.   Shadowheart blew a kiss in Karlach’s direction as she lined her tip up between Isobel’s quivering ass cheeks. Isobel’s eyes widened in surprise, her eyelids hooding in lustful acceptance, gladly offering up her every hole to her new goddess. Inch after inch of hot Sharran cock slid into her backside, lubricated as it was by the mix of her juices and Shadowheart’s pre-cum.   “Yessss…” she moaned, crazed delight warping her face into a mask of submissive ecstasy.   Shadowheart reached up, cupping the Selunite’s jaw and tilting her head to the side while she whispered into her ear, her hips pumping a steady rhythm into the bound cleric.   “Tell Karlach how it feels, how wonderful it is to have your mistress fucking your tight ass. Explain just how properly, absolutely fucked she is.”   Tears of joy crept down Isobel’s face, her already ruined make-up streaking down her cheeks as a shadowy offering to Lady Shar.   “Oh gods Karlach, it’s divine… hnghh… I love it… I love it!”   Isobel’s slender frame shuddered, her nipples hard enough to cut glass as a jet of clear fluid shot from her quivering cunt, empty and fluttering desperately.   “I feel so full, it’s amaz--unff”   Coherent speech temporarily left Isobel as a particularly rough thrust slapped Shadowheart’s deceptively powerful hips against her soft ass. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, drool dripping from its tip, trailing a wet river across the tops of her juddering breasts.   Karlach whined. Her eyebrows creased in commiseration before she caught herself once more, blinking away stars from her vision, one image in her mind standing out among all the others.   A fleeting image of her on her back, legs held up in the air by her shoulders as Shadowheart pistoned into her ass, her immense red cock flapping against her stomach with loud slaps.   Then it was gone, replaced once more with visions of her taking the Sharran cleric in every imaginable position, dominating her like she had dominated every warrior before.   “Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee…”   Broken from her reverie by the unabashed squeals of the helpless Isobel, sweat poured from Karlach’s body, hissing as it dripped to the ground in tandem with the steady flow of pre-cum from her cock. She could no longer control its pulses, an uninterrupted stream of arousal splashing from its tip rather than pulses. Karlach wrenched her eyes from the massive pale cock splitting Isobel asunder, pleading wordlessly to Shadowheart. She wouldn’t admit it, but the fact of the matter was that she needed the cleric to release her so she could seek her own release.   Shadowheart shook her head, her smile widening, the slaps of her flesh against Isobel’s drowning out any thought in Karlach’s head beyond release. Seconds went by as slow as molasses, the building tension in Karlach’s body unbearable. By now Isobel had devolved into senseless gibbering, her thighs drenched in her girlcum, a sodden mess beneath her squelching in time to Shadowheart’s frenzied slamming. Karlach could swear she could see a faint bulge in the shape of the tip of Shadowheart’s cock pressing out from Isobel’s normally flat tummy. Her eyes barely focused, she stared as the telltale bulge seemed to swim, thrumming like a heartbeat as it consumed her, the edges of her vision darkening until the only thing left was the quivering flesh before her.   Out of the depths of her mindless haze, a single word drifted.   Cum.   And cum she did.   Karlach screamed. A veritable hose of hot white cum shot from her untouched cock, adding to the mess on the floor. Karlach’s head thrust back, eyes staring up at the ceiling, unseeing as she came. Every twitch, every throb, every spasm felt like her soul departing her body anew.   And still the wet sounds of sex drummed in her ears, Shadowheart’s stamina unflagging, her cock breaking the petite half-elf all over again. Unable to continue any longer, Isobel’s face fell slack, her head slumping forward with a feeble sigh as she fainted. Karlach’s cock still spewing its load ineffectually across the ground before her, Shadowheart finally buried herself to the hilt in Isobel’s ass, allowing her own climax to take hold. With quiet grunts, she blasted jet after jet into Isobel’s unresisting body.   Panting desperately, Karlach came to her senses, her vision no longer searing white. Her chest heaving, she looked down, staring in awe at the lake of steaming cum covering Shadowheart’s naked feet, shadowy wisps coiling up into the air where her skin was visible. She had never cum that hard in her life.   With a sickening slurp, Shadowheart slid her softening cock from Isobel’s gaping hole, a deluge of her own cum pouring forth, splashing loudly into the pool she stood in. She looked down at Karlach, her sweat-drenched hair plastered to her overwhelmed face, two horns crowning her head, one broken. Karlach’s molten gold eyes simmered as she stared up at her captor, shuddering breaths gasping, impatiently waiting for what comes next.   “That, my pet, was day one. I’ll see you tomorrow.”   Shadowheart winked, and with a flick of her wrist, Karlach tumbled free to the ground, landing face first in the evidence of her shame.   Unable to stop herself, her limbs righted themselves of their own accord and she found herself standing up, picking up her ruined leathers, and ducking out into the cool night air to slink back to her own tent, humiliation burning her cheeks.  

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Chapter 1 - Story about the Scouts

   The guard captain relaxed in his seat. It wasn’t often that he was able to enjoy a quiet, peaceful time, and he couldn’t afford to waste a single second of it. With the creatures that constantly emerged from the woods, the village prospered off of their exotic materials, but occasionally, suffered from the incursions.    The sound of the gagging from around his cock made him open one eye. The Page, a nice term for the guards’ cocksleeve, bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, coating it in her saliva and taking his length right to the base. He grunted as he grasped the back of her head and pushed until her nose touched his belly. She started to flail a little, but when he noticed that her eyes started to roll back, he relinquished.    “Good girl,” he murmured and gave her a loving pat on her cheek. While many seemed to think of the Page as just a relief job, not many realised how skilled of a courtesan she needed to be. To be able to satisfy every single one of the guards’ individual needs was a difficult task. He reached down with his boot and gently rubbed it against the bulge that strained against the girl’s breeches.    One of the guards on the other side of the gate, though, called out in warning. The captain’s eyes snapped open, alert. He rushed forwards, dragging the poor Page with him. He felt his cock sink slightly deeper into her throat as he pushed against the railing that overlooked the road. The captain gritted his teeth as he felt the throat tighten on his dick, the Page gagging for real as she tried to get a breath of air.    “Get the fuck out of our town!” one of the other guards shouted angrily as she shook her fist from above. Her armour jingled softly as the plates rattled from the force at which she moved. The captain knew that her last village had been swallowed up by the Magi, and she really wasn’t happy to see the Scouts walk through.    “Do you have your travel papers with you?’ The captain asked. He kept a straight face, despite the intense pleasure on his cock. The Page was in a fight for her life. If she didn’t get him to cum so that his cock would soften, she probably wouldn’t be able to stay conscious for much longer. Her hands flailed to try and get a grip and push herself forwards onto his length, despite every part of her brain telling her otherwise.    “I don’t know, why don’t you come down and check?” the leader of the Scouts asked as he watched the show with a faint amount of amusement. Although he couldn’t see the Page directly, the arms that scrabbled and clawed at the captain’s clothes were telling enough for what was happening. “Unless of course you’re concerned about tripping while your pants are down.”    “Not wearing any,” the captain replied as he flipped the leader of the scouts off. “But I guess you’d like the sight either way, wouldn’t you?” The leader of the scouts fished around in his coat for a moment, then pulled out a bunch of documents and held them up for the captain to see.    “I’m sure you were told to expect us anyway,” the leader mentioned. Behind the railing the captain struggled to keep his eyes open as he began to grind into Page’s face. Tears ran down her eyes. His cock was covered in sticky saliva as she sloppily tried to service him. With every fading second, she coughed and spluttered around his cock, trying anything she could to please him better. And by the way that he throbbed in her throat, she could tell that it was working. “The widower’s, at your service.”    “Let them through,” the captain grunted as he openly grabbed the Page’s head and ground her nose into his stomach. He gritted his teeth and let out a loud sigh of relief as his cock throbbed and poured the seed down her throat and into her stomach. She continued to gag on his cock as it seemed to grow while it came, stretching her throat out.    The Page’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she passed out from the lack of oxygen. Satisfied with her efforts, the captain let her slide to the ground as his cock popped free from her throat and continued to spurt his cum onto her face and neck. He gave a few breaths as he collected himself, then carefully milked the last of his seed out onto the Page’s clothes. He sighed in relief and sat back down on his chair, watching as the Scouts ignored the open sight.    A few of the other guards gave a couple of cheers as they applauded his efforts. The woman, however, signalled that it was her turn next. The captain didn’t envy the Page. With the scouts in town, the guards were going to take a lot of their frustrations out on her. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be needing to put in a requisition order for another tomorrow.    “I don’t want to be here,” one of the Scouts muttered to their leader as they walked through the village. The man in the centre glanced back at the group. They were clearly uncomfortable, and glanced sidelong at the villagers. He couldn’t blame either party, but their own cause was for the greater good. He adjusted the cloth armour on his shoulders, the burden that he had to bear. The Scout continued his murmur “Let’s get out of the open, Dieter.”    Nobody liked the scouts. In the Ewiden Kingdom, they spelled the seizure of people’s land. Only the inns would take them in, and even then, their prices seemed to skyrocket when the scouts were in town. The distinctive white armour sat like a coat on his shoulders, and pressed tight against his lean form.    A lengthened jacket protected them from most projectiles and magicks. It was emblazoned with the symbol of the Magi Municipality in the centre, the legion badge on one shoulder, and their own particular squad’s on the other. The jacket was the symbol of a Scout’s heritage, and no matter what, they carried it through hell as if it were their nation’s flag.    Underneath was a simple leather armour. It was soft and light. Not designed to take any direct blows from anything, but enough to take at least a little bit of the impact should they receive the strike. Of course, what was underneath that armour was for later as well. Most wore basic clothes to stop the chafing, others had different ideas.    The most interesting part about their uniform, though, was the metal frame that covered their jacket and armour. With small objects on their vitals and joints, indents in the centre glowed blue with energy. The outlet for the Magi’s power, it served as both protection and aggression when the time came, and was part of the reason that they were feared so.    “I had the same idea the second that we walked into this town,” Dieter told the man. He kept his eyes forward on the road. The image of the map that he had been given of the town was burned into his mind. “The sooner we set up for the night, the sooner we can get back out into the forest. This is our last stop before we start the exploration.”    The other scouts in the squad were of a similar build, traits that were distinctive of the Magi Municipality. Oftentimes it was attributed to their reliance on technology, others believed it to be an aesthetic choice. Many seemed to appreciate their form, though. While they weren’t as heavily muscled as the guards in the town, rarely would a purveyor find a single shred of fat on their bodies.    “Alright, so long as we’re in some sort of safety,” the Scout muttered. “I don’t think these guys like us very much.”    Dieter nodded to the man next to him. He didn’t especially like being in the direct attention of the villagers either. The way that they gripped their tools as if it was the scouts’ necks. He didn’t want to think what would have happened if they didn’t hold up to the fearsome reputation that preceded the group.    Not everyone could make it as a scout. More people died in basic training than did out in the field. It was a job that was required to be done, though. The ones that made it out of that hellish training were among the best soldiers that any of the Three Kingdoms could ask for.    The sight of the Inn that they had been notified about caused a great weight to lift off of his shoulders. Dieter gestured for his squad to follow him as they entered the establishment. Considered the truest of neutral territory, none dared to openly aggravate the other Kingdoms while they wished to drink from the publican’s tap.    That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be any kinder to them either, though. As the squad entered the establishment, they cast their eyes around at the others that sat around, and stared back from over the top of their drinks. A collection of workers and soldiers, they were almost all loyal to the Ewiden Kingdom. Not a good sign.    Dieter signalled for his troops to head to the table in the corner. They hurried over to it before any would dare to raise their voice. With the customers being so one-sided, it also wasn’t uncommon for parties to randomly go missing, but this was still their safest bet. The leader of the Scouts leaned against the bar and looked over at the tender, a woman in her mid-twenties. He couldn’t get a complete grasp over her nationality, but it was safe to assume that she was mixed anyway.    “I’m guessing some drinks for you and your friends?” she asked neutrally. It wasn’t broadcasted openly, but Dieter was thankful her tone wasn’t chilled. He was going to have to be very generous tonight. Placing several gold coins on the counter, he gave a cursory glance around the interior. Not many that were very interesting. A couple of flirty girls giggled as they gave him some suggestive looks. Their hands pulling up their dresses were a little bolder. “I’m guessing you’re interested in some company as well?”    “Ah, no, not for me,” Dieter quickly shook his hand and glanced over at one of the members of his squad, who had brightened considerably at the sight of the women. “One of my party members is a little more, ahem, inclined towards such endeavours.”    “Very diplomatic,” the woman gave a short laugh at his response. Leaning her elbow on the bar, she looked up at him. “So, what about yourself then? Are you ‘inclined’ towards those of another nature?”    “No, that’s nothing to do with that,” Dieter added hastily, earning another laugh from the woman. His eyes were a little distant as he continued. “No, I tend to have my fun after a mission is complete.” The woman nodded in understanding.    “I see, a working man,” she grinned. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked at him. “Well, I do like a uniform.” That comment threw Dieter off even more. He wasn’t by any means a novice, but a publican being so flirtatious was something that was new to him. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t interested in her, both because of her charm and the fact that she was putting a roof over their heads for the night, but there was a reason that he was so strict with his rules.    “Well, I do need to get back to my squad,” Dieter said as he took the drinks that she had poured and began to drag them off of the bench. He needed to get out of there before he made any mistakes. “I’ll see what I can do on my way back.” He gave her a respectful nod and returned to the group. They all smirked at him as he set the drinks down in front of them.    “What?”    “Come on, man,” one of them chuckled as he slapped Dieter on the back. He gave a warning look to the man, but the other ignored his superior officer pointedly and began to chug his drink.    “Look, it’s not like you’re getting any back home,” one of the women continued, earning another glare from Dieter. Unlike the first, she was undeterred. “Or are you managing to sneak into the girls’ barracks without any of our knowledge? Oh, you dog!”    “I’ll have none of that from you,” he snapped in return. “Or has someone managed to melt that title of ice queen?”    “Please, a queen is never without her pets, on or off the mission,” the woman cooed. Another of the girls at the table snorted into her drink, her face red. “Just because I’m not sneaking around in the parks like the others, doesn’t mean that I’m not having my fair share of fun.”    “All of you, quieten it down, we don’t want to make too much of a scene,” the last of their squad murmured from the back. He looked at rest of the squad through piercing red eyes. Dieter still wasn’t sure exactly what Red-eye was. He knew he was a part lapine, but in terms of gender, he had no clue. Red-eye slept in the male barracks, but no one had ever seen him change, and his figure was just enough to make people think that he was a flat chested girl. Mixed species were a rarity in the Municipality, so even there weren’t really any others that could help them just from the facial features. That didn’t make him any less popular, though.    “Alright, let’s have an early night, tonight,” Dieter told the squad after they had spent a moment in silence. They all nodded and started to finish their drinks. Dieter turned back to Flirt and tapped on his leg. “Try not to stay up too late, alright? I want to be gone before they can send word back.”    “Don’t worry, I’ll get started right away,” Flirt grinned as he pushed himself to his feet. He walked towards the two girls and bowed before them theatrically. They giggled slightly and gushed at his show, but one of them cast an eye towards Dieter, who ignored it and continued to converse with his squad. After seeing that she didn’t have his attention, she turned back to Flirt.    “I can’t believe an actual scout is here in this tavern,” one of the girls gasped as she poked at his uniform, tracing a finger on his badge and testing it’s stitching on his jacket. Flirt tutted and batted her hand away with a slight reprimand.    “Please, my commanding officer would stitch my balls here instead if he caught my jacket torn,” he joked to the girl, but took them both by the hand and pulled them to their feet. “But aye, I am a Scout, and proud of it, you know, we’re on a mission at the moment, but don’t tell anyone.” The last part of the sentence was spoken in a hushed tone, with a hand covering his mouth once again, theatrically.    “Oh, please, I would love to hear about all of your exploits,” the second girl giggled and pressed herself against him. Flirt glanced down at her breasts on his arm appreciatively.    “I would love to here the explicit details,” the other completed with a giggle of her own. As they looked at each other with twinkles in their eyes, Flirt looked back at the squad and mouthed something as he led them up the stairs to the rooms. Dieter shook his head and dragged himself back to his feet. The bartender smirked at him as he pulled himself towards her.    “Sorry to bother you again, but I would love it if I could grab the keys to our rooms, we’re probably going to turn in for another night,” he told her. As she started to open her mouth, he shook his head. “No, I’m not going to take the key to your room.”    “Really, did you think that I was going to be that forward?” the bartender asked him, a slight edge to her tone. Dieter all of a sudden looked a lot less sure of himself. “I’m not some kind of slut that offers herself to everybody that walks through the door.” Dieter was left in silence for a few moments before she broke out into a smile and slid several keys over to him. “Though yes, I did have that intention in mind.” Once again, Dieter found himself at wits end with her. Taking a few of the keys, he left two on the counter.    “We won’t need those, but thanks,” he replied shortly and left in a huff. Handing them to his squad, they each gave him a pat on the shoulder with a chuckle and left, until only he and Red-eye were left.    “I’m not going to-.”    “I don’t expect you to,” Dieter answered the lapine and handed Red-eye his key. “Get some rest, buddy, tomorrow’s going to be rough.” Red-eye nodded and bounded up the stairs rapidly. Dieter eyed the bartender out the corner of his eye. She was still staring at him with a confident smirk. He gritted his teeth and walked up the stairs.   *****   Flirt fell onto the bed and looked up at the pair of girls, his hands behind his head.    “So, you do this often?” he asked with a smile on their face. They looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to him. Their answer was guardedly careful.    “Well, only for handsome guys like you,” the first smiled and jumped onto the bed to straddle Flirt. Sitting down onto his lap, she leaned forwards and traced her hands along his sides. “Mmm, and fit guys like you as well.” She pulled up his shirt from underneath his jacket to reveal the toned muscles from years of training.    The other girl clambered onto the bed and sat herself behind his head. She leaned back and watched the show in front of her with a smile on her face. Both of the girls started to strip their clothes. First their blouses, to reveal the full breasts that Ewiden maids were so famous for. It was once said that their progenitors had laid with bovines. Although most of the other traits had vanished, that was one semblance they bore proudly.    “Well, I can count myself lucky that such gorgeous girls took a liking to me,” Flirt began to say. He paused when he saw a skirt and a pair of panties fly over his head from above. He couldn’t help but grin as the second girl moved herself forwards and planted her pussy directly on his lips.    A pair of strong arms gripped the girl’s waist and pulled her down, making sure that she couldn’t leave. She moaned as she felt him kiss her pussy, his tongue stroking up and down her folds, tasting her. A smirk formed on his face as he felt her shiver on top of his lips, and gave her pussy another kiss, encouraged by the steady flow of juices that dripped into his mouth.    Flirt gave a small start as he felt the first girl start to pull his pants down, and groaned as she felt his bulge through his boxers. It throbbed in her grasp and began to grow as the blood pumped into it. The thick cock was already three-quarters hard from just being in their presence, but she quickly whipped his boxers off of it so she could watch it harden to its full length.    The cock throbbed again as her hot breath washed over it, practically begging to be stuffed into a tight hole. A small drop of precum dotted the tip and began to flow down onto his stomach, where the girl licked it up, causing another throb from the cock.    “Ooh, I wonder what he wants us to do,” the second girl laughed aloud as she slowly started to ride his face, moaning softly as he continued to eat her out from blow. The first girl slid forwards in her straddling so that she could kiss the second girl, her hips just above his cock on his stomach. Flirt began to softly thrust upwards, his cock seeking a tight hole. He groaned into the second girl’s pussy as his hands gripped tighter from the frustration.    “Mm, fuck, I think he’s just about earned it,” the first girl breathed into the second’s mouth, she left a trail of kisses down her neck as she pulled back slightly, drawing a coo from her partner. The girl leaned backwards and wiggled out of her own bottoms. Once free, she tossed them to the side and positioned herself so that she could grind her pussy on Flirt’s still twitching dick.    Flirt moaned into them. His grip started to leave small scratches on the second girl’s skin, though not enough to break the skin. The intensity of the pleasure and the pain just increased the flow of her sweetness, and her grinding on his face came harder, rougher. The girl started to give small gasps as her eyes lost their focus, her hands taking their own grip on the first girl.    She gave a whimpering moan as she pressed forwards and kissed the first girl desperately, who seemed a little taken aback at the sudden need for attention. She didn’t mind it though, and returned the kiss deeply, reaching forwards to toy with the second girl’s breasts.    The first girl could feel her partner twitching with each and every touch, and enjoyed every small whimper and jerk as she teased at the pert nipples in front of her. The second girl’s legs tightened around Flirt’s head as she quivered and almost fell upon the first girl. She gave a loud ‘Ahn’ as her whole body spasmed from the pleasure that overcame her. Flirt enjoyed the tightening around his tongue as she came on him, her cum squirting over his face and cheeks.    With a loud moan, the second girl fell backwards off of Flirt, her chest heaving as she continued to moan with the afterglow of her orgasm. Desperately, she rubbed her pussy to continue the intense pleasure that spread throughout her body. The first girl gave a small giggle as she leaned down to start to lick and suck the juices from his cheeks.    “So, I heard from your captain that you’re on a mission,” she moaned as she continued to grind herself against Flirt. He gently placed his hands on her hips and assisted her in her grinding, feeling the now pooling precum mix with her own juices that flowed down over his cock. Flirt raised an eyebrow as the first girl pulled herself away from him to give him an empty minded, flirtatious look.    “Well, I really shouldn’t say too much,” he told her slowly, every second word accompanied by a soft pant as he felt his cock throb and tremble from the pressure created by the tightness between them. The first girl gave him a pleading look as she pushed herself right against the head of his dick.    “Please, I want to get out of this place,” she begged him, teasing the tip of his cock against her pussy. She gestured to her friend, who still gasped and panted from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. “She’s my best friend, we’ve wanted to escape from this place for ages. We won’t slow you down at all, we’re used to travelling through the forest.”    “Hmm,” Flirt made a great show of trying to make his choice, before he flashed a grin to the girl. “Well, I really shouldn’t disobey orders from my superiors, but… I suppose if you’re a good enough fuck, you might be able to change my mind.”    The girl gave a delighted smile as she pushed down on his dick. She moaned out as the thick member spread her lips and pushed deep inside of her. Flirt clenched his jaw as he felt her tight hole squeeze down on his cock, and pulled her in for a deep kiss.    The first girl gave a small, giggly shriek as Flirt rolled over, carrying her with him. He planted one hand next to the girl’s head, and stared down at her hungrily. Life on the road sometimes meant days or even weeks between stops at towns. Unlike Queen, Flirt preferred not to develop lasting relationships with people, and found most of his comfort in the spontaneous encounters of the village.    The girl shivered slightly as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Now, she was slightly unsure if she had bitten off more than she could chew. Flirt bent his head down, past her ear, and gave her a deep love bite, sucking on the skin to raise it and leave a mark that would last for days. She moaned at the sensation and pushed herself back against him.    Flirt enjoyed the sight of the girl bucking on his cock, desperately pushing back to get more of his length into her. He pushed himself back up and let her wriggle herself to swallow up even more of his dick in her pussy, panting and whimpering as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull her even further. Flirt gave a small chuckle as he took a hold of her ankles and unwound them from behind him.    The Scout pushed the legs to lay behind the girl’s head, exposing her pussy completely. She looked up at him and gave one last whimper before he pulled out and slammed his whole cock back inside of her with a deep groan of satisfaction. Steadily, the man began to rut her. There was no other word to describe his actions other than an intention to breed in the most animalistic sense.    The guttural sounds of pleasure that echoed out from her throat came in starts with every balls-deep thrust that he gave, the sound of his body hitting hers seeming to wake the second girl from her reverie as she watched them with fascination in her eyes.    Flirt gave her a knowing smirk as she crawled across the bed towards the first girl. Her hair fell across the other as she began to kiss the girl deeply, muting the receiving girl’s cries with muffled moans and whimpers.    She gave a small gasp as she felt the cock throb within her. The sudden stretching of her pussy made her spasm. Flirt had to admit that he was thankful that he kept such a tight grip on her ankles, else one of them might have kicked him in the face. He tensed up as he felt the tightening of his balls. A growl started deep in his throat as he continued to thrust through the intense feeling that was building in his loins.    The second girl cooed as she watched his face tighten from the effort of keeping himself from cumming. She continued to kiss the first girl, watching how every bit of stimulation that she caused played an effect on both of the others. Every tweak of the first girl’s nipple caused a tightening of her pussy, which in turn drew a snarling growl of animalistic pleasure from Flirt.    Unable to bear it anymore, Flirt pushed the first girl’s legs down until the touched the blanket beneath and buried his cock as deep as he could within her. The large length swelled up for a moment and drew her to orgasm as well, her pussy milking his cock as it started to pour his seed within her.    The cock spurted out his white cum, spattering the inside of her pussy with his thick seed. Her orgasm made her eyes roll back as her mouth lolled open from the explosion of pleasure within her. She shook and spasmed in his hands. The second girl grabbed a hold of her hands and pinned them down to stop her from hurting herself in the ecstatic rolls of pleasure that coursed through her.    She couldn’t stop herself from screaming from the intense explosion inside of her into the second girl’s mouth, who continued to kiss her lips and cheeks as she tactically let the shrieks of pleasure echo throughout the building. Giggling to herself, she looked up at Flirt, who himself stared down at the both of them with a glint in his eye.    “Alright, I’ve decided,” he grinned to them as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard as it popped free from the pussy, quickly followed by a trail of cum that leaked from the first girl’s now gaping hole. “I’m going to take the both of you with me, but you had both better survive the night, otherwise you’re not going to do so well on the trail.”    “Just let us know where we’re headed and we’ll pack our stuff to join you in the morning,” the second girl smiled up at him sweetly. Flirt looked down at her with a smile and nodded, then gestured to his cock. The second girl gave a small whoop of happiness as she clambered eagerly over the first girl to lean forwards and start to clean the mixture of cum and pussy juices off of Flirt’s cock, preparing it for her own hole.

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Chapter 3 - Ruining a Popstar

Dominion - Chapter 3 Tags: Anal, Ass Worship, Bad End, Bondage, Chastity, Drooling, Dub-con / Non-con, Extreme Edging, Gagging, Games, Impact Play, Justice for War Crimes, Latex, Lezdom, Mindbreak, Orgasm Denial, Public Humiliation, Rimming, Sexual Slavery, Spanking, Supportal Combat, Toys, Zoom calls, and probably more Shameless Twitter plug because this took an ungodly amount of work. As the sun set low into a bleeding orange sky, a lone woman sat in the dark, secluded corner of an event stadium’s nosebleed section. Her blue hair and pale skin were barely perceivable in the long shadow of the light. She preferred it this way; better for none to see the sneer she wore, looking down on the massive crowd of people below her and the singer they came to see. She almost pitied the poor girl atop the stage. She was clearly in over her head, maintaining her composure by the thinnest of margins as the rabid, frenzied mass of humanity before her screamed in concert to every note she sang. Two months ago, there would’ve been less than fifty people at one of her musical performances. Now there were thousands. She was an indie artist turned popstar overnight. A rising comet in the atmosphere of Runeterran fame. An idol in-the-making. Her’s was the story of the overlooked girl getting a shot. The tortured artist finally receiving recognition. The unlikeliest of success stories.  It made Sona want to wretch.  She was perhaps the only person in attendance that cared not for the music. It all seemed so painfully pretentious. Every song was about some nondescript, generalized, studio approved sadness the singer allegedly dealt with. Each verse was carefully constructed to dig its talons into the largest and most diverse amount of people possible. She was fishing with dynamite. Rigging the game. Lying. The masses, of course, were keen to eat it up like the ravenous curs they so desperately pretended not to be. They truly put the ‘fan' in fanatic, throwing themselves at the feet of their newfound goddess, despite knowing quite literally nothing about her actual personality.  And, despite the parasocial paradox, they still cheered her name, screaming it to the heavens as if she was god herself. “Se-ra-phine! Se-ra-phine! Se-ra-phine!”  They wanted an encore. A fitting finale to commemorate the concert. And yet, it was painfully obvious to anyone with a functioning brain (which, to be fair, might have only been Sona, considering that this was a Seraphine concert) that the singer was exhausted and wanted to exit the stage. Sweat rolled down her petite form, coating her skin in a thin sheen of viscous shine. Her lengthy pink hair had become tangled and frazzled and her expression showed the tell tale signs of fatigue. Even still, she disregarded the blatant discomfort painting her visage, flashing a bright and pearly smile to the crowd before singing: ♫ There’s a part of myself I’m missing ♫ The crowd went absolutely ballistic, becoming less of an organized mob of music lovers and more of a wild pack of human animals. All of them seemed to spasm and shake along with the singer’s final song. All except for Sona. She still sat there, isolated from the joy and ruckus of the masses. And yet, if one were to pay close attention, if one were to sift through the garbage and refuse that filled this stadium like an overflowing landfill, they may have noticed the faintest ghost of a smile spread across her features. Backstage, only minutes after the concert had ended, Seraphine slammed her dressing room’s door shut. Utterly spent, she slumped back against the black leather loveseat below her makeup mirror, weary, sweaty, and in desperate need for a shower, yet lacking the willpower to stand and drag herself to the nearest available one. She was silent, aside from an elongated, exasperated sigh that escaped her lips. It held within it more audible irritation than any word or phrase could communicate. Exhausted, the singer kicked her feet up on the couch and slipped into a deep, much needed sleep. Hours later, Seraphine awoke to a startlingly different setting that the one she fell asleep in. Although her eyes were open, all she saw was an expansive, suffocating darkness. She called out for help, but, to her horror, she couldn't hear the sound of her own voice. She tried again, louder this time, and still heard nothing. She could feel her own vocal cords vibrate as if they were making noise, and yet, was unable to hear it in any capacity. It was terrifying. As the Songstress’ body became less groggy and increasingly aware, she noticed that, in addition to not being able to see or hear, she also could not move. She felt tight, constricting ropes wrapped all across her skin, pinning her thighs against her calves and her arms against her back. Was she… suspended in the air? It sure felt that way, though with so many of her senses seemingly not functioning, it was hard to be sure of really anything at this point. That is, until a pair of dainty fingers gingerly lifted the blindfold covering the singer’s eyes.  Immediately, Seraphine’s vision went from total darkness to a sea of bright light; it completely overwhelmed her eyes, blinding her for a few seconds. As her eyes began adjusting to the light, she was able to barely make out the visage of a woman in front of her. Every second that passed allowed her to see this woman a little more clearly. Certain details became apparent to the singer, like her long, elegant, wavy blue hair, or her pale, smooth, unblemished skin, or her huge fucking rack, until finally, she was able to identify the mysterious lady.  Sona fucking Buvelle.  What a goddamn disaster. It was no secret that the two women hated each other. Seraphine had ‘borrowed’ much from Sona’s musical style when she first entered the scene. She publicly portrayed it as being inspired by the Maven, but Sona deemed it as blatant copying (to be fair, Seraphine actually agreed with her, though she’d never admit it outloud). They had a rather lengthy battle in court over the subject, but it became so muddled in details that it was eventually dismissed. Suffice to say, there was no love lost between the two artists. But, even then, it hardly explained her situation. Sure, Sona despised her, hated her, even, but would she really kidnap her? Drag her to a sterile, blank room and tie her up? Torture her with all manners of sexual degeneracy? Well… it was possible. Seraphine had heard whispers. Legends that painted the Maven as a truly remarkable connoisseur in the dark arts of bondage and domination. Some say that she had only taken an extended hiatus from music to explore her more… carnal side. Of course, most people would brush off the idea in an instant. Sona had always presented herself as this delicate, innocent beauty, incapable of harming the most helpless creature one could imagine. But Seraphine had already seen her true self. It came out several times during their legal battle. She knew that the Maven was capable of doing horrible things, and, as the Songstress gathered a better view of the bluenette’s attire, it became painfully apparent that those supposedly crazy rumors about her sex life held more than just a grain of truth. It seemed as though every article of clothing she wore was colored black and made from latex. Her pale, plump cleavage was on full display, bulging forth from her hourglass corset as if they wished to make a hasty escape. Her nipples and womanhood were only barely covered by the risqué garment. On her legs were a pair of shiny thigh-high boots that ended in tall stiletto heels, both of which looked pointy enough to take out an eye with ease. Running up her upper thighs was a pair of fishnet stockings. Her arms were adorned with elbow length black opera gloves, an oddly eloquent piece of an otherwise kinky ensemble.   Again, Seraphine attempted to speak, trying to question the Maven as to what was happening. And again, she heard no sound coming from her own voice.  Strangely, Sona’s lips curled from a small, cheeky grin to a wider smile as Seraphine attempted to communicate. Seraphine was utterly perplexed by the situation at large until the Maven reached up around her head and took off the noise cancelling earmuffs she’d apparently been wearing this entire time. “W-where am I?” The popstar questioned timidly, her own voice sounding strange. Her head was still spinning and her vision was still hazy but she pushed forward, asking, “How did I get here? What are you planning?”  “Right to it then, huh?” Sona mused, leaning her ass back against the wall behind her. “Fair play. I like a girl who’s straight to the point. Here’s the skinny: you’re currently in one of the many vacant rooms in the subterranean section of the Buvelle estate. As for how you got here, I have many powerful women at my disposal, and one particularly dark angelic beauty knows the perfect little sleep spell. We slipped into your dressing room after the concert ended and cast it on you before you saw us. After that, transportation was pretty mundane, especially with cloaking elixirs on hand.” “Have you gone mad?” Cried the pinkette. “Aren’t those insanely expensive?” “Quite.” The Maven whispered, strutting around the singer’s bound, dangling form, running one of her pale hands along the side of her exposed skin. “But their cost might as well be nothing in comparison to the prize they netted me.” Seraphine shivered from the Maven’s unwanted touch. However, in addition to Sona’s advances making the singer uncomfortable, it also forced upon her another revelation. One that was far more disconcerting than anything else up to this point. She was entirely naked. The only things she could even consider clothing were the multitude of constricting ropes that pressed tightly into her skin and held her in the air. She blamed her inability to notice this predicament earlier on her dazed mental state. Regardless, the cat was out of the bag now. Sona had nefarious, indecent plans. She was sure of it. “...what have you done?” Seraphine whispered. “Nothing yet.” Sona quipped. “But before we get to the fun part, I really think you should see yourself. Every girl needs to take a good long look in the mirror from time to time.” The Maven nonchalantly clapped twice, and upon doing so the one and only door to the room opened. A pair of women, both of which Seraphine did not recognize, wheeled in a massive mirror. It was easily six feet in height and perhaps half that in width. She was surprised they didn’t have to turn it sideways to fit it through the door. Seraphine inspected the women. The first one that caught her eye was tall and slender, with a dark complexion and... inviting… features, though the lusty french maid ensemble she wore probably played some part in that. The second woman was of a similar skin tone but was considerably shorter and had much more revealing clothing. Her upper half consisted of a short corset that failed to cover her breasts. Her exposed, stiff nipples were available for all to see, adorned with a pair of tightly wound clamps that connected via a metal chain. Her lower half was absent of anything, save for fishnet stockings that stopped at her upper thighs, and a bright, diamond encrusted buttplug that Seraphine could just barely spy between her (admittedly) thick ass cheeks. Written across said ass cheeks were the words "SLUT IN TRAINING".  As they worked on positioning the mirror in front of Seraphine, the singer couldn’t help but gulp in fear. These people were clearly her posse. Had they undergone the same thing that Sona had in store for her? Or were they willing servants that merely enjoyed all things debaucherous? The Songstress had no clue. In fact, she still knew next to nothing about this place, its inhabitants, and her place within it all. All she could confidently say is this one resounding truth: Sona Buvelle was truly a complete, utter, unbridled degenerate. Seraphine’s fear quickly turned to complete horror when Sona’s subordinates finally got the mirror situated. She was so distracted with her own predicament that she did not see the two women promptly leave the room after positioning the mirror in place (and, most notably, leave behind a rather large black duffel bag that the popstar imagined to be filled with all things lewd and crude).  Seraphine gazed into the mirror and saw herself, strewn up and dangling just a few feet above the floor. Her head was practically at Sona’s waist level. She’d essentially been hogtied, a commonplace bondage position she was aware of. However, due to the fact that she was suspended in the fucking air, the blue ropes that wrapped themselves over her body felt incredibly tight and constricting, as if they were digging into her skin. To make matters worse, her limbs weren’t the only things the Maven had bothered to tie up. Her breasts, small and perky as they were, looked slightly swollen and felt incredibly sensitive from being sandwiched between two ropes that ran perpendicular across her chest. The rope lowest to her stomach connected to another rope that traveled vertically down her navel, all the way to her womanhood before wrapping itself up the crack of her ass and then up her back. It was by far the most uncomfortable of all the ropes. How she had not noticed it up to this point was a complete mystery, though she figured the overwhelming nature of this situation and the resulting adrenaline rush had dulled her physical awareness. “Enjoying the view?” Sona jested, running her fingers through the singer’s pink hair in an almost possessive manner.  “...why?” Seraphine asked, her tone morose and desperate. “Why would you do all of this to me? I know we’ve had our issues, but doesn’t this response seem a bit… out of proportion?” The Maven popped back around to the front of Seraphine and squatted before her, her lips mere inches away from the singer’s. “Hmm.” She thought aloud. “It would be easy to say it’s because you stole my style, or that you never properly paid your dues in your rise to the top, or that you treat your Twitter followers like family members despite having never met them, but, to be honest, none of those are the reason why we’re here. Frankly, I’m only doing this because it’s fun. Because I love taking naive, bright-eyed popstars and turning them into carpet-munching sluts. Because there’s no greater sound than that of a woman moaning from being spanked, or tied up, or denied her orgasm. Because I have a talent for breaking people like you and bending them to my desires. And trust me, one way or another, you will break. They always break.” Seraphine was entirely powerless to Sona’s advances. All she could do was stare in a state of impotent terror as the Maven rifled through the bag. “Let’s start with something easy.” She whispered, pulling out a black ball gag complete with a leather strap and a similarly colored flogger. Naturally, Seraphine began to protest the moment she laid eyes on such devious instruments of torture, but her complaints were silenced quickly as Sona deftly worked the gag into her mouth before snapping the leather straps together behind her head.  “Don’t mind the ensuing spit. These things are designed to make the wearer drool excessively.” She winked, walking in circles around the suspended singer, a primal, predatory glint in her eyes. “Now… I could just spank you relentlessly with this whip until I’m satisfied, but I don’t see much fun in that. Where’s the drama? The intrigue? The high stakes?! I propose we play a game instead. And since you’re in no position to decline, you don’t really have a say in it. Here’s how it‘ll work: I’m going to flog that tight little ass of yours ten times. Every time I hear you make a noise I’ll add another spank to the total number you owe, and I’ll only stop after you’ve paid them all off. Got it? If you’re quiet, you can escape with only ten spanks. If you aren’t… well, we could be here awhile.” “Mm-mm!” Seraphine groaned, shaking her head in protest. “Mm-mm!” “That’s not enough?” Sona sighed. “Fine, I’ll sweeten the pot. If you complete the game in under 15 spanks, I’ll edge you three times with a hitachi as a reward. If you go any amount over that, I’m locking you up in chastity for a while as punishment. Does all of that sound good to you? Feel free to tell me if you don’t want to play.” “MphMhhPfHm!” “Sounds like a yes to me! Alright, here I go…” Seraphine waited with baited breath, her ass cheeks unintentionally flexing in anticipation for the first strike. She closed her eyes and waited for what she knew would be a brutal blow. She waited, and waited, and waited… and just as she opened her eyes to see what Sona was up to... THWAP! “AAAMPH!” The singer screamed into the gag, the flesh of her cheeks jiggling in recoil from the viscous slap. It felt as though each and every one of the flogger’s tassels had individually picked a different inch of her ass cheek to torment. “Tsk, tsk.” The Maven cooed. “One spank in and you’re already making noise? Not a good sign, dear. That’s one more spank on the docket.” CRACK! Only seconds later, her flogger came down once again, harder this time, and Seraphine could do nothing but muffle out a half scream in response. Sona clearly had no intention of letting her rest. “Again? You’re only making this harder on yourself, you know.” THWACK! “Eamph!” Seraphine groaned, her ass on fire as she could quite literally feel the heat from Sona’s vicious assault radiating off of her derrière. As if the situation wasn’t humiliating enough, she could both feel and see in the mirror the small collection of drool that had begun dripping down her chin. Most likely a result of her screaming, she surmised.  “If you think this will get easier, you’re wrong. You’ve nearly lost vibrator privileges already. Stiffen up!” SMACK! Another slap, another scream. The singer simply could not help herself. She’s never been one to try anything BDSM related in the bedroom. The most non-vanilla thing she’d ever engaged in during sex was simple name calling, and even that was pretty tame. Both her mind and ass were not trained to suffer such a brutal beating. Sona was true to her word. She did not go any easier as time went on. Seraphine lost the game fairly quickly, making an audible noise for the first 16 spanks in a row, though she couldn’t care less about the chastity that awaited her. She stopped counting how many times Sona had slapped her bottom after 30. By that point her chin was essentially covered in a pool of her own saliva, made worse by Sona occasionally taking a break from her spanking to collect a handful of Seraphine’s excess spit to rub it all over her face, in her hair, and even atop her plump, constricted breasts.  It was only after some nondescript amount of time had passed, as the overwhelming pain turned to something more manageable from repeated exposure, that she was able to stay quiet long enough to finish the game and subsequently pass out, still suspended in the air. What was most difficult for her mind to grapple with during those last few spanks was not the pain. On the contrary, it was the fact that, somewhere along the way, she’d begun to enjoy the beating. Find some twisted solace in its comforting consistency. By the end, she no longer had to suppress screams of agony. Instead, she had to suppress moans of unholy, disturbed pleasure. As her vision faded to darkness, her brain wracked itself with two burning questions: what in god’s earth did Sona have planned for her next? And, more importantly, what if she enjoyed it? Seraphine’s sleep was interrupted by the feeling of freezing cold water flooding across her features. Her eyes bolted open, looking around in a frenzy as she struggled to compute the sudden change in temperature. Her gaze quickly fell upon the cause of her discomfort: Sona, of course. She stood a few feet before the singer with an empty bucket and a sly smirk. “You’ve been out for a few hours, dear. Hope you enjoyed the rest.” Seraphine groaned, disappointed to hear it come out muffled as she realized she was still wearing the same black ball gag Sona had fastened to her earlier. She was no longer suspended in the air in an elaborate series of ropes; instead, she found herself locked in something much more medieval: a pillory. She’d been bent over at nearly a ninety degree angle so that her legs were standing straight and her ass was presented while her back was horizontal. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable position, especially with how Sona had made her essentially salute the sun with her athletic butt while having her hands and head being forced into tight wooden holes, but it sure beat dangling in the air with ropes constricting her breasts and riding up the crack of her ass. In addition to this, Sona had (perhaps unintentionally) cleansed much of her own spit from her body with the cold bucket of water. Her hair no longer felt sticky and gross, though trading that for cold and wet wasn’t a major improvement.  “You know, you were pretty terrible in that first game, Sera.” Sona mused, watching the singer’s face contort in anger. She cocked an eyebrow and continued, “Oh? Don’t like it when I call you by your nickname? I thought we were friends, Sera. You’ll hurt my feelings.” “fckyu.”  “You just might get the chance.” She quipped. “We’ll be trying a new game. It’s so simple that I bet even you can win. Ever heard of horny rock, paper, scissors?” Seraphine hesitantly shook her head. “It’s like regular rock, paper, scissors, except the loser of each round gets pleasured for a minute by the winner, then we play again. We do this until someone cums, at which point that person loses the game. Pretty easy, right? It’s like regular rock, paper, scissors, except with a sexual twist. We’ll use this timer to track the minute of pleasure.” Sona gestured to a small table just to the left of Seraphine that held a digital clock on it. “So, here are the stakes: If you win, I’ll let you go.” Seraphine’s eyes widened for a moment, her mind hanging onto the thinnest thread of hope that she truly meant what she said. However, her features quickly shifted to something akin to doubt as soon as she thought about it for more than three seconds. “Don’t look at me like that! I swear, if you make me cum first, I’ll release you from the pillory and set you free. I won’t bother you ever again. You have my word as a fellow artist.” Seraphine didn’t trust her, but her voice and tone did seem somewhat genuine. Plus, she had little to gain from lying about it. The popstar couldn’t exactly retaliate. She moaned out an ‘ok’ sound; a sign for Sona to continue explaining the rules. “If I win, all I ask is that you keep playing these dirty little games with me. It’s a pretty good deal, right?” She had a point. Seraphine was entirely powerless. Sona could keep her like this for as long as she pleased, yet was willing to risk it all on some stupid game of chance. If Seraphine lost, her situation merely remained the same. While she was sure there was some catch, if winning meant even the slightest chance of freedom, she had to take it. She mumbled another ‘ok’ to signify that she agreed to the terms. “Great. Now, obviously you can’t really pleasure me in your current state.” Sona dragged a lone finger across the singer’s hand, drinking in the lack of room it had for motion. “I’ve got a remedy, though.” The Maven reached into her black bag of mischief and took from it the oddest looking sex toy Seraphine had ever seen. It looked like a double-sided dildo colored midnight black… but something about it was different.  “I can tell you have no clue what this is. Allow me to enlighten you.” Sona unfastened Seraphine’s ball gag and let it fall to the floor. “This is a dildo gag. This small end goes in your mouth, just like this!” She exclaimed, shoving the 3 inch long fake phallus into the singer’s now vacant mouth before deftly connecting the straps behind her head. Seraphine groaned on the small cock, looking down to see that her new gag had another fake cock that was about seven inches in length and jutted from just beyond her lips out towards Sona. “Perfect. So now, if I lose a round, I can just slide myself up and down that shaft on your mouth. I’m sure you’ll love having my ass in your face. As for your pleasure…” Sona reached into her bag and produced a rather normal sized six inch strapon. She twirled it around for a few moments before equipping it. “You can handle this, right? I heard you were only into girls and I’ve seen the way your backup dances ogle that tight ass of yours when they dance behind you. I bet you’ve even let some of the prettier ones fuck you. But remember, you lost the spanking game, and, although I doubt you realize it, you’re currently wearing a chastity belt. So I literally can’t fuck your pussy, even if I wanted to. But don’t worry, your current panties are special.” Seraphine felt like an absolute moron for not feeling the metallic frame that clung to her nether regions sooner. After Sona had pointed it out, however, it became incredibly apparent. Though she could not see it, she could tell that the contraption tightly hugged her skin. “I actually have dozens of these chastity belts lying around. I had them handcrafted by a brilliant Piltovan engineer. This is the only key in existence that can open them.” Sona reached between her breasts and produced a small key which was hanging at the bottom of a thin silver necklace that the singer had failed to distinguish earlier. “It being a chastity belt and all, there is no way to access your cunt. It’s entirely blocked off with a thin layer of zippered steel. However…” Sona walked around the singer’s form, her heels clacking ominously as she positioned herself behind the singer’s still beaten red rear. She drug her palm across the songstress’ tender backside, trailing down, down, down until she placed a single fingertip on her captive’s most sacred hole. “The belt does leave a nice open space for your asshole.”  “Mfph!?” “That’s right. Every time you lose a round, I’ll pleasure you the only way I can. I’m going to fuck that undefiled ass of yours with my cock. And you’re going to learn to love it. Everyone here eventually does.” Seraphine’s face quickly contorted to despair as she realized just how easily she’d fallen into Sona’s trap. The Maven gave her a light slap on the ass before walking around in front of her once more, saying, “Alright, we go on shoot. Use your right hand to show whatever sign you choose. Ready?” Seraphine rigidly nodded, feeling a pit of anxiety building in her chest. It was true that she’d been fucked many times with a strapon before, but never in the ass. It was the one place she dared not venture sexually. Even feet stuff was more appealing in her mind.  “Best of luck, Sera!” Sona mocked, positioning her hands for the game. “Here we go: Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Seraphine closed her eyes in fear as she formed her right hand into a fist to signify rock. She figured it would be easier to accept her inevitable defeat and subsequent first time anal escapade if she didn’t actually watch herself lose. She slowly opened her eyes, only realizing in that moment that by closing them she gave Sona the chance to cheat by changing her sign to whatever was needed to beat her, and yet… The Maven’s right hand was formed in the shape of scissors. She’d lost to Seraphine’s rock. The Songstress released a breath through her nose she didn’t know she’d been holding. She analyzed Sona’s face, expecting to see irritation from losing the first round, but instead she only saw a meager smile. There was definitely some emotion across her features, but Seraphine couldn’t exactly make it out. It almost seemed as though... “Well darn, looks like I’ve suffered the first loss. Guess it’s time I take my punishment.” Yep, she was definitely excited about losing. Not that Seraphine minded. She hoped that maybe the Maven’ apparent horniness would result in her quickly cumming her brains out on the dildo and setting her free. That would leave her virgin asshole unsullied by the Maven’s long dick of the law. Sona turned around and unbuttoned the flap of her corset’s crotch region, hiking it up so that it rested over her midriff. As a result, her bare, pale ass cheeks were on full display, and Seraphine, despite her current situation, couldn’t resist ogling them in the moment. Regardless of how fucked up her mental state was, it was undeniable that Sona had an ass worth dying for. It was plump and voluptuous and soft, yet not overly large to the point of absurdity. It certainly had more bulk to it than her own rear. She backed herself up ever so slowly towards Seraphine’s face, inching her tempting derrière closer to the singer’s facially attached dildo until she finally had positioned her pussy just millimeters away from it.  “Alright, my forfeit officially starts…. now.” She said, hitting the timer so that it began counting upwards from zero while simultaneously impaling herself to the hilt of Seraphine’s dildo gag. The Songstress hadn’t expected her to take the entire cock so quickly, but that wasn’t even the most shocking part of the action, as it also resulted in her bodacious ass immediately and unexpectedly crashing directly into Seraphine’s face. It was only a moment ago that she was admiring it from a safe distance, yet now she found her entire face engulfed within its heavenly goodness. Her eyes, cheeks, and nose all found themselves trapped between the luscious cake of her tormentor, and though she would never admit it, in that moment, she could not help but enjoy it. Sona’s ass was divine; a delight to experience, a privilege to partake in. It felt so unbelievably soft, like diving face first into pillows. It even smelled amazing. Seraphine had been concerned on that front, but there was no denying the blissful lavender scent that tickled her nostrils as those round cheeks seemed to suffocate her in the best way possible. It was clear that Sona kept the delicate area incredibly sanitary, and, in just this one brief passage of time, Seraphine finally understood as to why eating ass had become such a popular sexual activity in the modern world. Sona’s ass pulled itself away from Seraphine’s face as quickly as it had appeared as the bluenette gained a steady tempo to ride the cock to. Seraphine couldn’t even see the timer any longer as her vision was constantly clouded from the continuous butt-to-face slaps she endured. At a certain point she almost began to feel delirious; the dull thud of Sona’s ass cheeks hitting her cheek bones, the constant sounds of the Maven’s moans, the ever-infatuating lavender scent— all of the stimuli combined into a hypnotic repetition that sent the Songstress into a trance of sorts. She began to forget about the timer and stopped caring about whether Sona orgasmed or not.  But, eventually, the timer hit one full minute, and Sona unceremoniously unsheathed herself from Seraphine’s cock gag, leaving behind a clear, viscous trail of her essence along the shaft of the fake member. “Phew, maybe that was a bit too fun. For both of us.” She winked. “Let’s go again: Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”  Seraphine, barely shaken from her ass worshipping stupor, had just enough time to choose a sign, casting scissors on instinct alone. Her eyes widened with mixture of shock and despair as she saw that Sona’s hand had curled into a fist. “That’s a rough break, Sera.” Sona stalked around the bound singer, grabbing a small bottle of lube from her duffel bag and lathering it over her pitch black member. After assuming the position behind Seraphine’s ass she poured a small amount of the lube onto the Songstress’ tight pucker, swirling and prodding it with her finger as if to warn her of impending entry. “Good god. I can tell you’ve never been fucked here. You're stupidly tight. What is wrong with you people? If you just had the balls to try it you’d see how good it feels. Whatever. I’ll warm you up first. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.” “Mmph!!!!” Seraphine protested, or, at least tried to, as she felt one of the Maven’s slender fingers slip inside her asshole. For a moment she only pushed it as deep as her first joint. Even then, the half-inch felt so foreign and unwanted and unlike anything Seraphine had ever felt before that all she could do in response was beg the Maven to stop, which, of course, came out as nothing more than jumbled nonsense and only succeeded in producing more drool, which at this point had formed a steady stream down her chin. Sona was intent on preparing the Songstress’ asshole properly though and she did not give her much time to rest on her laurels. She pushed her finger deeper, now up to the second joint, procuring a much more audible yelp from Seraphine, who was undoubtedly feeling an inkling of the pain that comes from first timing anal sex in ranked. Once again, Sona gave her captive a few seconds to acclimate to the new sensation before going further, but this time Seraphine’s ass would not give way. “Open your ass for me, Sera. This will be a lot easier on you if I don’t have to force it.” Sona said, sounding weirdly sincere. Even still, Seraphine could not comply. The feeling of the Maven’s finger up her ass was so alien and unusual and marginally painful that she could do nothing but grumble discombobulated pleas into her gag. “Ugh. Such a difficult girl.” Sona grumbled. “Just remember: I tried doing this the easy way first.” “Hmf?” Seraphine questioned, feeling Sona’s free hand caress her lower back and ass cheeks. Her touch was uncharacteristically soft and tender, stroking the singer’s skin as if they were lovers. It had a calming effect to it, providing an almost uncomfortably powerful sense of security that Seraphine wasn’t entirely sure how to describe. Little did she know that, among Sona’s large repertoire of magical capabilities, came an innate skill to calm the heart with mere physical contact. Of course, it wasn’t entirely useful all that often considering her sexual excursions often dealt with the darker side of human emotion. However, in this situation, it served a dubious purpose, sending pleasant tingles of warmth through the singer’s core as she found herself relaxing and forgetting about the finger currently lodged halfway up her ass. By proxy, Seraphine unintentionally unclenched herself, giving Sona’s digit a clear runway. She was finally able to slide it in up to her knuckle, eliciting a loud yelp from her captive.  “Shh.” She cooed softly, leaning over Seraphine’s back so that her breasts pressed into the singer’s skin and her mouth was only inches away from her ear. “There you go. Not that bad, huh?” Tears ran down Seraphine’s face. She hated everything about this. She hated that Sona had taken her to a sex dungeon against her will. She hated that she’d been forced to play sadistic little games for her captor’s amusement. She hated that her anal virginity had been claimed by her rival. But, most of all, she absolutely fucking hated the fact that, deep down, in a part of herself she would never show publicly, she was enjoying this. She hated that she felt her own excitement dripping down her thigh as Sona began pumping her finger in and out of her tight hole. She hated that her moans quickly turned from those of pain to those of pleasure. She hated that Sona’s strapon easily slid in after she removed her finger, and as she started the timer and began gently thrusting her cock up her ass, she found herself drowning in waves of pleasure that mixed oh-so-well with the pain. Perhaps most embarrassingly, she hated herself for actually feeling unhappy when the timer finally reached a full minute and Sona pulled out. There was an acute emptiness that washed over her in that moment; a longing for more that left her feeling hollow. Sona was keen to catch on, too, raising an eyebrow at the well-hidden but still observable appearance of dejection the Songstress wore in her expression.  “Another round, shall we?” Sona queried, counting down before casting her hand in the shape of paper. Seraphine picked scissors once again, and although she should have been happy to win the round, her disappointment only seemed to grow as Sona enthusiastically turned around and rode the her face once more, her rosy cheeks slapping against Seraphine’s pale visage with every slam of her hips. The Maven felt powerful ripples of pleasure tingle up her spine every time she sank herself onto the fake cock, in large part because of the physical penetration but perhaps equally due to how quickly she was breaking her rival. None of her slaves had ever longed to be fucked in the ass after their very first session, yet it was clear as day that Seraphine now actively wished to lose the game, wanting Sona’s strapon back in the only hole she currently had available. Perhaps the Songstress had a weak will, or perhaps she was a closeted sub that just needed a little push in the right direction. Regardless, while Sona enjoyed seeing the woman’s inhibitions and limits crumble, she did not wish for them to shatter too quickly. A resistant slave was always funner to tame. A little bit of fight went a long way. She hoped the singer had some spunk left in her, though it was beyond clear it would not be found in this game. Perhaps later, then. Sona once again unplanted herself from Seraphine’s face as the timer dinged one minute, leaving an even more abundant and creamier trail of cream in her wake than she had the first time. Seraphine’s gaze went from withdrawn to interested as they played another round, hoping for her own defeat. She got her wish, it seemed, as Sona won with paper over her own rock. The Songstress tried her best to hide the creeping moans and mewls that escaped her mouth as Sona’s strap found her ass once more, sliding in with much less resistance this time. The Maven sensed the singer’s weakness, amping up the power behind her thrusts as her hips bucked back before slamming forward, repeatedly driving the seven hard inches of her fake cock as deep as Seraphine’s ass could take. It only took thirty seconds for her to cum, her soft and prudent squeaks of pleasure suddenly transitioning to a torrent of loud and shameless moans muffled behind her gag. Sona’s thrusting slowed over time until it finally came to an end as Seraphine finished cumming. The Maven unsheathed herself from the woman’s ass and inspected her form, admiring her state as a post-orgasmic wreck with copious amounts of drool dribbling down her chin while her own essence managed to leak out from beneath her metallic chastity belt, coating her inner thighs as it made its way down her legs. Seraphine’s head slumped forward in exhaustion, her body feeling warm and satisfied from the orgasm yet also filthy and degraded from the amount of bodily fluids she’d covered herself with in conjunction with the fact that she just had one of the best of orgasms of her life by getting fucked in the ass. “I do believe that seals my victory in this round.” Sona jeered, searching absentmindedly through her bag of degeneracy. “I kind of expected a little more from you, Sera… I’ve never seen someone cum in just two rounds of horny rock, paper, scissors. First time for everything, I suppose. Honestly, I was going to plug that not-so-tight ass of yours after this round as a punishment, but now I think that denying you a buttplug might be a far worse punishment than giving you one.” Seraphine only offered a tired, disappointed groan in response, eyelids drooping as fatigue crept further over her, until she fell into a deep but not so peaceful sleep as her mind wandered and mulled over a perhaps newfound festish, or worse, addiction. The Songstress woke up after an unknown amount of time had passed in an entirely new set of circumstances. Her gag was (thankfully) gone again, giving her jaw a much needed reprieve. Any more time with that thing shoved in her mouth and she was certain she’d develop TMJ. Additionally, she could also feel that there was no longer cool metal lining her hips and womanhood, meaning the chastity belt must also be gone as well. However, this is where the pleasantries ended. She could tell that she hadn’t just lost the uncomfortable parts of her attire and had them replaced with normal clothing. On the contrary, she was still entirely naked, her nipples feeling stiff in the frigid air that occupied every inch of Sona’s sex dungeon. She found herself standing up in an ‘X’ position, legs and arms forcibly spread via two spreader bars. The bar around her ankles had chains emanating from its side that were nailed into the floor. Likewise, the bar around her wrists was tied to the ceiling in a similar fashion. In essence, she could not practically move around anymore than a tiny amount, and even that required great effort. The spreader bars ensured her hands and feet remained spread, and the chains nailed into the floor/ceiling ensured that she could not fall over or shift positions, instead being forced to stand straight. Coming to grips with her current situation, Seraphine attempted to turn her eyes to other parts of the room, however, it was incredibly difficult to see as the lights overhead were dimmed to such a degree that they might as well have not been on at all. And so, instead of scouring a near pitch black room for her tormentor, Seraphine merely decided to close her eyes and breathe deeply, trying to distract herself from the horrific reality she’d inexplicably been forced into.  Minutes passed without incident, the only sound filling Seraphine’s mind being her own meditative breaths, until she heard a flip get switched and saw the lights brighten to full as the room became fully illuminated. As she blinked the fuzziness away, her eyes widened at a most unusual sight. Directly in front of her, perhaps only ten feet away, was a woman the Songstress had never seen before, bound in exactly the same way that she had been and wearing the exact same amount of clothing she was, which, obviously, was zero. The mysterious figure had sharp, pointy ears, skin that was incredibly pale, and hair of a deep, rich purple hue. She had breasts that were certainly above the average size, so much so that they made Seraphine feel mildly self-conscious about her own less than impressive pair. Her nipples were dark, almost the same tint of purple that her hair was, and seemingly pierced with small metallic fragments in the shape of musical notes. She was clearly a woman that embodied the saying ‘thick as a bowl of oatmeal’. With wide hips, a flat stomach, and a huge rack, her body was curvy in all the right places, and, although Seraphine could not see the strange woman’s ass, she had a feeling that it was something worth swearing loyalty to.  The pinkette tore her gaze away from the woman’s impressive assets as her lechery faded and looked towards her fellow captive’s face only to find a pair of purple eyes staring right back at her. Something about her orbs was both captivating and haunting, sending mixed signals of longing and predation towards the Songstress. Seraphine noticed that, contrary to her own situation, this woman was wearing a gag. It looked very similar to the first one she’d been adorned with upon waking up in this nightmare: a black, medium sized ball gag. Apparently, she hadn’t had the privilege of shedding it quite yet. Turning her eyes elsewhere (mostly because the constant eye contact from her fellow prisoner was beginning to make her stomach roll over), Seraphine took in the room she found herself within. It was much different than the room she’d been in for her initial spanking game and subsequent horny rock, paper, scissors showdown. It was far… bleaker. While that first room had white walls and a similarly colored tiled floor, this one looked much more like a proper torture chamber. The walls were metallic and grey, covered with large splotches of dark brown rust and rot. The floor was made of cracked and stained concrete. There were various derelict pipes lining the ceiling, a few of them even leaking an occasional drop of unidentifiable liquid. Everything about this room screamed ‘get the FUCK out before you are murdered’. A creaky thunk roused Seraphine from her thoughts as the door to the worn down room swung open. In walked the Maven, her BDSM outfit properly fixed and covering herself, indicating that she’d rebuttoned her corset’s bottom. Her high heels clacked with every step she took upon the dilapidated concrete. She rolled a small cart beside her that was covered with a black cloth, hiding whatever twisted tools laid atop it. She stopped herself and the cart just before Seraphine and the mysterious woman, shooting a sickeningly sweet gaze towards the singer. “Ready for our third game, Ms. Popstar?” She asked, pausing to leave Seraphine time to respond. “I...  uh…” Seraphine stammered, having been so accustomed to the gag that it felt weird to not have it in. She continued, more assertively this time, “What fucked up thing do you have in store for me?” “Today we’ll be playing ‘Mercy’.” Sona grinned as she ripped the cloth off of her cart, revealing an assortment of whips and canes and other instruments of which their use Seraphine could not even begin to comprehend. “It’s a simple contest between two players, but this time you will not be competing against me. Instead, I’ve enlisted some outside help.” The Maven gestured towards the gagged woman tied up opposite of the Songstress. Seraphine’s head was spinning as she remembered the horrible pain she felt from Sona’s first spanking. Her rear still felt sore. Even so, she managed to gather her wits enough to stammer out,  “Who is she? Did you kidnap her as well?” “Her name is Morgana.” Sona answered. “And she is here of her own volition. She quite enjoys these sort of contests, you see. Anyway, the way ‘Mercy’ is played is pretty simple: I’ll pick any one of the lovely whipping devices on this cart and strike you one time on any part of your body that I see fit. Could be your ass, your tits, your thighs, even your pussy, if I feel like it. After I hit you once, I’ll hit Morgana once, and then I’ll hit you again, and so on and so forth. I’ll continue alternating like this until one of you surrenders the contest and says ‘mercy’, at which point that player will lose the game. I know you might think it would be hard to hear Morgana say mercy with that gag in her mouth, but she specifically requested to wear it during the contest.” Seraphine’s eyes filled with fear as she felt nervous tingling spread throughout her body. Having her ass spanked by the Maven was agonizing in its own right; she could not even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have her own cunt flogged or caned. She realized that this was the reason she had been ungagged and had her chastity belt removed. With the gag, she could not have said ‘mercy’, and with the belt, she could not have had her pussy spanked. What had felt like a minor reprieve had turned into despair. As it always was with Sona, nothing was as simple as it seemed. The Maven eyed the singer up and down as she trembled slightly against her restraints. Her body was already filthy, and they had really only just gotten started on her first training session. She was covered from chin to chest in drool and sweat and she reeked of sex. A sinister idea ran through the Maven’s mind. “As for rewards, if you win and last longer than Morgana, I will allow you an hour in my personal bathtub undisturbed.” Like a moth to flame, Seraphine’s eyes lifted and glowed with tense excitement. She felt twice as gross as she looked. It might not seem like much to most, but right now, offering her a warm bath was about as tempting as offering her eternal life.  “Is it… big?” “Bigger than you’ve ever seen.” “I-is the water hot?” “Hotter than you can believe.” Seraphine was a complete sucker for Sona’s snake oil sales pitch. She was hooked, and her mind had decided that all of the ensuing pain would be worth enduring for a truly majestic bath. “As for your punishment,” Sona grinned, cutting Seraphine away from her warm, wet daydream. “Should you lose, Morgana here will be giving you quite a detailed tattoo, the design of which will be my choosing.” “Y-you mean like a fake tattoo, right? Like one of those ones that comes off after a day? Right? Right???” “Nope. It’s permanent.” “Surely you can’t be serious!” “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley. Just don’t lose and you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Sona quipped, casually flicking the singer on her forehead. “Let’s begin.” The Maven unceremoniously equipped a riding crop, plucking it from her vast arsenal of instruments, before twirling it in her hand as she stalked around Seraphine’s bound form in a circular motion.  “Hmm.” She cooed, enjoying the view of Seraphine’s still crimson ass cheeks. “I wonder what I should strike first. So many choices…”  All Seraphine could do was whimper as she felt Sona drag the crop over her lower back and rear, in large part out of fear and anticipation for the incoming pain, but also because she knew not where the Maven would strike. Under normal circumstances, she’d hope for her hindquarters to be the target, as it seemed a much less painful option than her breasts or, god forbid, her womanhood. Yet, her ass had already suffered its own systematic, unrelenting, merciless spanking mere hours ago. Any more abuse and it would turn from a deep shade of red to a purple and bruised hue. Not to mention the horrible soreness she already felt back there would only breed more painful lashings. Sona strutted to Seraphine’s front, pausing as she looked the Songstress up and down. Even now, after all she had been subjected to, the popstar still felt twinges of embarrassment from her own exposure. It was difficult to meet her captor’s gaze when her breasts and pussy were simply on display. It felt as if she was just a slab of meat on the butcher’s market.  Sona’s brow unfurrowed as she finally selected her target. In her mind, Seraphine’s ass had already suffered enough punishment for the moment, and it was worth saving her pussy for later instead of striking from the jump. That left only one available item on the docket. She reared her arm back, holding the crop high in the air, before launching her arm down... THWACK! The Songstress howled in pain as Sona’s riding crop made a cracking impact against her right breast. The sheer force of the blow caused her B-cup sized melon to reverberate and bounce, the singer straining and lurching forward against all four of her binds as the sharp, searing pain spread throughout her chest. Her cries of agony only lasted a few seconds as her mind was able to process and compartmentalize the pain rather quickly, though that did little to soothe the persistent sting she felt afterwards. Seraphine took deep breaths, calming herself as she slumped back against her bindings. In hindsight, she had been fortunate. Whether purposefully or not, Sona had missed her nipple by a fraction of an inch. Any lower and Seraphine was confident that she would still be screaming. Sona said nothing, merely watching her plaything with a curious gaze as she steadied herself and recovered from the brutal blow. She gave her a few seconds to say mercy, but it became apparent that the popstar had no intention of surrendering that easily, so Sona curtly nodded and walked towards the other participant, trading her riding crop for a large black paddle on the way over. Seraphine watched, her vision somewhat dulled via the onset of tears, as Sona circled around Morgana. The busty woman’s reaction was… odd. There seemed to be no sense of fear in her. Her body did not tremble or show signs of anxiousness. Even her eyes refused to follow the Maven as she positioned herself behind her. Instead, those brilliant purple orbs locked onto Serpahine’s eyes, and the two held an inexplicably intense stare as Sona took a few steps away from Morgana as she eyed the pale woman’s exposed backside.  With a running start, the Maven swung the flat paddle against Morgana’s left ass cheek with a force at least thrice as powerful as the blow she’d administered to Seraphine mere moments prior. The force of the impact produced a thunderous CRACK that spread throughout the room like thunder and sent a shiver down Seraphine’s spine. Morgana let out a muffled cry around her gag that was much louder than Serpahine’s had been, yet it sounded more like a passionate whine than a scream of pain. Nevertheless, Morgana was unable to maintain eye contact any longer as her own lids closed tightly from the shock of Sona’s strike. Her reaction was one of extreme excruciation and Seraphine hoped the woman would flat out say mercy then and there, but she too was unwilling to break after the first round, her head silently slumping down as her groan faded. Sona wordlessly transitioned back to Seraphine, exchanging the paddle for a tawse. This time she wasted no time circling the singer to build tension, opting for a more direct approach as she immediately brought the tawse down hard on Seraphine’s left breast, landing it squarely on the singer’s nipple.  Seraphine thought the first strike hurt, yet it completely paled in comparison to this one. Her brain’s manner of dealing with the pain was relatively similar, though. She once again buckled against her restraints, however her screams were louder and more prolonged, and her mind felt uncomfortably hazy from the pain coursing through her body. She could feel the angry red mark the tawse had left on her nipple but refused to look down. It would probably only make it worse if she saw it, anyway. Sona once again gave the singer an opportunity to bow out of the contest but she remained steadfast in her resolve, grunting through clenched teeth as she refused to utter a single syllable of the word ‘mercy’. Shrugging, the Maven once again walked over towards Morgana, replacing the tawse for a wooden cane. This time she stood in front of the purple-haired woman, drawing the cane back with two hands as if it were a baseball bat before swinging it sideways across both of her breasts. Morgana’s bosom jiggled fervently as she screamed into her gag to high heaven, both of her areolas being caught in the crossfire of Sona’s sadistic little game.  Despite the fact that Seraphine was actively opposed to Morgana and should want her to be in as much pain as possible, she could not help but feel bad for the woman. The blows Sona had given her had been truly vicious, more so than the ones she herself had received. Her erratic, slurred howls were evidence of that. But, even still, she did not say mercy, and thus the nuclear warhead that was Sona Buvelle was once again pointed at Seraphine. The Songstress’ jaw dropped as she saw the Maven trade out her wooden cane for a bonafide, fully sized, wicked looking whip. There she was: famous and revered musician, Sona Buvelle, standing before her sex slave in dank sex dungeon, dressed to the nines in latex gear, with a six foot long black whip in her hand.  “I think I’ll be sticking to this one from here on out.” She smiled, twirling the intimidating weapon in her palm. She reared it back into the air, pausing for just a second which prompted Seraphine to close her eyes. A deafening, sharp CRACK clapped throughout the room, coinciding with the worst pain Seraphine had experienced thus far. The strike had not rained down upon her breasts, or her ass, or her thighs. No, Sona had finally gone and done it. She’d finally whipped the singer’s pussy. If her cries had been loud before, this one certainly dwarfed them, as Seraphine screamed so hard her throat burned. She felt an acute, isolated pain on the contacted area, and it persistently sent throbbing waves of misery to the singer’s brain. It took all of her willpower to not say mercy on the spot, and even then she had to try to distance her mind from the pain, thinking to herself: “Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. On a beach. Not in here. I am free. Not enslaved. Sipping cosmos. Being pampered. Foot massage. Busty secretary. Not enslaved. Not enslaved. Not enslaved.” To her credit, the singer’s mental fortifications were strong enough, if only barely, to stand unbroken through the onslaught pain. At this point it seemed utterly foolish to surrender; she’d already suffered three horrific blows. Surrendering would make them all for nothing. More pressing, surrendering would mean getting a permanent tattoo somewhere on her body, the design of which she was almost certain she would not enjoy. That was not an option. She would do whatever was needed to outlast this woman, pain be damned. The sound of the whip twirling through the air before its signature crack filled Seraphine’s ears. She brought her head up just in time to see it sliding off of Morgana’s left breast. A part of Seraphine was irritated that she’d gotten her womanhood whipped while Morgana’s breast had been whipped, but, by the same token, she could not even begin to imagine how painful it would be to have your breasts repeatedly abused time and time again. Another groaning wail escaped Morgana’s lips, this one louder than those prior as she tensed against her restraints, toes curling downwards from what the Songstress imagined to be sheer, unadulterated suffering. And yet, much to Seraphine’s chagrin, she did not utter the magic word. The woman simply had no quit in her. It seemed this would be a war of attrition. The Maven continued her alternating whip strikes for what felt like a half hour, finding her slaves’ blood curdling screams to be more appealing to her ears than Seraphine’s entire discography. She’d purposefully kept them both on their toes by striking different areas with seemingly no pattern, never wanting to do something as rudimentary and uninspired as merely alternating between ass, titties, and pussy on repeat. She preferred them to not know where the next blow was coming. The only constant in her strikes was her inconsistency. It was funner that way. In fact, about halfway through the half hour, she struck Seraphine on her breasts seven times in a row, just to see what would happen. It was like a science experiment. To the singer’s credit, she’d somehow managed to not surrender through it all, but her screams were near deafening, filled with tears and pleas of whipping somewhere else, anywhere else, the next time.  As for Morgana, Sona had continued to strike her with more force than her counterpart, however, her reason for doing so was not entirely out of cruelty. On the contrary, she knew Morgana had a very, very high pain tolerance, thus the game would be inherently unfair if she struck both of them with the exact same strength.  And yet, the game already was unfair. Tilted in such a way that the singer never actually stood any real chance of winning. Although Seraphine had not yet caught on to exactly how Sona had rigged it, the Maven had a feeling that she would realize soon enough.  THWACK!  Another blow landed onto Serpahine’s abused breasts. The popstar was quickly approaching a point of physical and mental exhaustion, her once loud screams now muted, diluted, and convoluted. She was past the point of begging, merely accepting the blows wordlessly and without protest. She looked like a complete and total wreck, her face stained with tears and running eyeliner, her tits marred with dozens of angry red streaks, or love marks, as Sona so eloquently called them. She lazily lifted her head up, looking at Morgana as she prepared to receive another blow. Despite Seraphine’s exhaustion, her opponent’s vigor seemed unshaken. Her shrieks remained as loud as they were from the first round of this abuse, although Seraphine began to notice that those same muffled screams and groans around her gag sounded oddly… erotic? The singer was unsure if that was the correct word for the peculiar noises the concubine produced, but it fit the bill well enough.  She watched with half interest as Sona winded the whip up, her target clearly the pale woman’s womanhood. She’d seen this routine literally dozens of times by now, and thus knew to expect yet another loud cry followed by a non-surrender. And yet… CRACK! The whip’s collision with Morgana’s cunt was as loud as ever, but this time she reacted differently. She lurched up against her bindings, toes curling completely downwards, fingers clenching into white knuckled fists. Large, purple feathered wings unfurled fully behind her, a surprise to the Songstress as, up to this point, she’d kept them hidden behind her back. Her voice echoed powerfully around the room, however, there was no trace of pain within it, but instead, bizarrely, only the unmistakable noises of intense pleasure. She moaned louder than any of her prior screams had been, and, as Seraphine’s eyes focused on the woman’s cunt, she saw her southern lips repeatedly contracting. Morgana was having an orgasm. An orgasm. She was fucking cumming from getting whipped on her pussy. “There it is.” Sona whispered, tenderly caressing her slave’s cheek. “I was wondering how long it would take you.” Morgana continued riding her orgasm for what felt like a minute, her breathing deep and desperate, her muscles rigid and taut and flexing tightly against their binds. Her folds leaked a viscous nectar which dripped down both of her inner thighs as her eyes refocused on her mistress. It was in that gaze that Seraphine saw the depths and intricacies of Morgana’s emotional state. There was trust in her eyes. Need. Desire. Tenderness. Loyalty. Even love. As perplexing as it was, she looked at Sona as though the woman who’d just spent a half hour whipping her mercilessly was her lover.  Though, when Sona turned herself away from the dark angel and narrowed her gaze towards Seraphine, her eyes were void of anything that resembled gentleness. They were cold. Angry. Hungry. Seraphine’s mind raced as Sona lazily searched for a new whipping device on her cart. Surely she had to surrender now, considering that her opponent seemed to be a complete and utter fucking painslut. How could she ever hope to outlast someone that derived pleasure from every strike? Morgana was able to even orgasm with hardly any stimulation aside from viscous blows to a few of her erogenous zones. The game was lost. Deep down, Seraphine knew this to be true. Hell, it was over before it even began, really. She never stood a chance against this. Prolonging it would only serve to bring her more whippings, and the pain radiating throughout her mercilessly abused breasts, ass, and cunt had already reached a fever pitch. Any more strikes and she might pass out, and that would only give Sona yet another opportunity to have her awaken to an entirely new set of tortuous circumstances.  As Sona approached, raising a tassel high above herself, her target clearly the Songstress’ breasts, Seraphine attempted to forfeit. “M… M…”  Sona paused, lowering her whip ever so slightly, looking down at the broken and beaten body of the singer before her. Her head hung limp, eyes foggy and distant but still filled with fear. Her lips quivered as they attempted to form the one word that would set her free from this torment. Momentarily, at least.  “M-... Me…Mer...” She couldn’t say it. Despite her best efforts, Seraphine could not utter the word. The weight of her punishment was far too much to allow her to do so. If it was anything else, any other degrading act spawned from the deeply disturbed, bottomless recesses of Sona’s corrupted mind, she could surrender without a second thought. But a tattoo? A permanent reminder of this day? How could she ever hope to mentally recover from this trauma with such a haunting memento stitched into her skin? Sona rolled her eyes and raised her whip. “M-m-mer-...”  The Maven’s head cocked sideways, fist clenching tightly around the whip’s base as she gave Seraphine one last moment to spit out the one word that could end this. “M-m-m-mer…” CRACK! “MERCY!” The act of surrendering seemed to sunder the last vestiges of Seraphine’s strength, shutting her eyes as a hollow, comforting darkness clouded her mind.   She felt dazed. Disoriented. Utterly spent. She wanted to stay like this for a while. Rest up. Embrace the numbness. Bask in its glorious nothingness. In this state, neither pain nor pleasure existed within her, only a groaning abyss where everything was drained into an unfeeling tranquility.  Alas, her curiosity could not be kept at bay. She cracked her eyes open just enough to peer outwards. What greeted her was a field of haze, most likely a side effect of the pain or the exhaustion or both. She was barely able to make out Sona unshackling Morgana from her bindings. They exchanged a few words. Quiet pleasantries no doubt. Morgana knelt low and kissed Sona’s hand. A sign of submission? Or perhaps loyalty? The Songstress had no earthly idea. Regardless, the two of them promptly approached her after Morgana paid her respects. They made quick work of her restraints, her arms falling limp by her sides. Her body was entirely unresponsive and unable to stand on its own, and the moment she was cut loose she fell forward, her face barreling straight for the concrete floor below. Yet, before she made contact with the dense surface, she felt a ginger pair of hands clasp her shoulders, saving her from a sure to be broken nose. Seraphine’s eyes raised. They met Sona’s. For a brief, almost impossibly tiny amount of time, she swore she saw genuine care in them. Genuine concern.  But it was fleeting. No soon after did her vision slip away once again. She felt herself fade in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes, vaguely feeling herself carried in Morgana’s arms as if she was a bride, noticing the tight, powerful embrace of her grip. She’d no idea the woman had such strength. She was placed onto a flat surface of some kind, perhaps a table, though she was not nearly awake enough to say so with any sort of confidence. They flipped her naked form over, turning her onto her stomach. She heard their distant murmurs above, her mind logging their last few words as she felt the throes of exhaustion grip her once again. “You know what to write, yes?” “Indeed I do, Mistress.” “And where to write it?” “Of course.” “One more thing. Make sure that she feels no pain.” Seraphine blinked away the dreariness from her eyes as she came to the world of the living. Above her spun a ceiling fan, its synchronized spinning almost hypnotic to her eye. Behind it, a plain ceiling colored in some soft shade of magenta. Easy on the eyes. She felt something cushiony beneath her. Her hands clasped at, determined to feel more of just whatever she was laying on. Considering all she’d been through today, she was sure it was just another one of Sona’s elaborate torture devices. Maybe it was a type of foam that caused horrific itching. Or perhaps it was some sort of remote controlled tickle machine. There was also the possibility that it was made up of deceptively comfortable pins and needles, and Sona could make it feel excruciatingly painful at her own behest. Or maybe it was just a bed. Sure, she could have just turned her head to the side and gazed down to confirm it, but she was tired. Severely tired. She’d already been whipped half to death, taken it up the ass for the first time, been tied up in a myriad of positions she hoped to never relive, and essentially fucked to sleep on multiple occasions. She was content just guessing for now. Though, to be honest, it really felt like a bed. It was probably a bed. “You’re finally awake.” She heard the familiar tone of the Maven call out, rousing her from her thoughts. “How do you feel?” Seraphine pinpointed the direction of Sona’s voice as somewhere towards her left, but she didn’t feel particularly inclined to turn her head to see her. Instead, she continued watching the mesmerizing fan blades overhead. “I’m spent.” She answered. No sass. No sarcasm. Just brutal honesty. “I had Morgana tend to your bruises. You shouldn’t feel much pain. Maybe a little sore. A little exhausted. But you can rest now.” “I doubt that.”  “Heh. I can see why you’re skeptical.” Sona snickered, her tone playful but authentic. “But I’m serious. Take a look around. This isn’t a trick. This is my bedroom.” That statement was plenty disturbing enough to rouse Seraphine from her staring contest with the fan. She turned her head to the side, towards Sona’s voice, only to find the woman in a shockingly ‘un-Sona’ like state. Gone was the BDSM gear, the latex boots and leather harness, the ball gags and nipple clamps, the lengthy dildos and intimidating whips. Instead, the Maven sat atop a brown leather chair mere feet away from her, wearing a warm pink dress with white flowery bits dangling from arm to arm, arcing across her cleavage. Seraphine examined the rest of the room, noting the few pieces of oil based artwork hanging from the walls, the cool blue walls, the nightstand to her right, and, of course, the fucking massive bed she currently laid on. She’d heard of beds even bigger than king sized, but this thing surely dwarfed even those. Its dimensions were utterly stupendous. So large that Seraphine figured that she and Sona could both lay sideways on it, their heads touching in the middle, and still have their entire bodies touching its soft, pillowy mattress. And yet, despite the bed’s almost seductive comfort, Seraphine could not shake the implication.  She was a lady, after all. Not a common harlot. “Th-this is your bed?” “Yes.” Sona answered. “Do you find it adequate?” There it was again. That strange, misplaced, uncomfortable authenticity. Seraphine could hardly stomach it. Sona sounded so caring. So genuinely concerned. Considering all her rival had put her through in the last few hours... or days, it was becoming difficult to keep track anymore, it was entirely unnerving to hear her speak in such a soft tone. Yet, a part of Seraphine wanted nothing more than to sink right into it.  “Y-yes, it’s very comfy… but…” “But you just want to rest in it.” Sona finished. “No funny business, right?” Seraphine curtly nodded to her. Sona moseyed over to the side of the bed Seraphine was laying on, looking gently down at the prone singer. Seraphine, all the while, had trouble keeping her heart from beating out of her chest. The Maven in her summer dress, with that slight smile on her face and the grainy rows of sunlight breaching through her window, looked so pure. So harmless. But her mind would not—could not—forget what that same pretty face had looked like before, smiling wickedly with every crack of her whip. She could not forget what her hands had done, regardless of how soft and dainty they looked now, mere hours ago, striking her poor bum with such agonizing force— Sona cut Seraphine from her thoughts by clasping her right hand onto her cheek. The Songstress flinched as though she’d been burned, but… it didn’t hurt. Her touch was tender and comforting and soft and warm. A part of her wanted to drown in it. “None of my strikes drew blood, but they were still quite painful, weren’t they?” Sona said gently. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. One filled with surprising sympathy. Dripping with care. Seraphine stood no chance. She nodded, subconsciously pressing her cheek further into Sona’s gentle embrace, eyes welling with long held tears.  “You’ve been through a lot today, haven’t you?” Said the Maven, her free hand running her fingers softly through Seraphine’s wavy, pink hair.  Another nod came from the singer, though this seemed to be the tipping point for her real tears to flow. Sona merely sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Seraphine’s face in her hands as she cried. The Maven’s little head pats and sweet words comforted the singer far more than she thought they would. Here she was, head in the arms of her torturer, bawling her eyes out. And yet, for some unholy, twisted, inexplicable reason, she felt completely and utterly safe to do so. In fact, she continued to weep peacefully in Sona’s embrace for an inordinate amount of time, tears born of trauma and pain flowing freely until she cried herself right into a deep and much needed sleep. This time, she was not transported to another room to be tortured once again, nor was she roused from her rest with a bucket of cold water or a cruel whipping. Instead, the Maven looked warmly down at her tranquil, vulnerable face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before she left the room, stealing one last glance as she closed the door. ‘Now then, what to do, what to do…’ From afar, the Buvelle estate was intimidating to gaze upon. It was a fortress perched alone atop a steep hill, a windy cobblestone road being the lone path to reach it. The high brick walls surrounding it kept its exterior mostly hidden, but what little amount could be seen through its wrought iron gate entrance was… vast. Perhaps that word described it best. It was a truly massive home. Some say it had more rooms than one could count after a full day of toiling. Such space could be seen as more of a burden than a blessing, and yet, Sona often found great joy meandering her way through her residence as if it were a labyrinth. During these walks, she had no real rhyme or reason as to the path she chose; she merely picked a hallway and started walking, listening keenly as she crept by every door along the way. Most of them were silent. Merely empty rooms devoid of life. Utterly pointless placeholders. Perhaps a few of them had never even been properly used. But every now and again, as she strolled down those endless corridors, one of the doors would whisper to her. Its voice was often quiet murmurs, or hushed moans, or cute little mewls. And those were the doors Sona loved to open. You see, many women lived in this house with her. And, like any good pet, they all answered to their one true Mistress. A mere beckon away at any time. Subservient to the core. However, just because they all enjoyed being under Sona’s heel did not mean they thought of each other as equals. In fact, as her harem of submissive concubines grew, so too did the rivalries between them. Each wanted to be Mistress’ favorite pet; the best fuck, the most durable plaything, the greatest sub.  Ironically, this desire led them to often try to dominate each other when Mistress wasn’t looking. It was some sort of pseudo-subjugation. In their minds, it was a way of proving they were the better slave. Of course, Sona was keen to chastise them (often verbally and physically) when she caught them in the act; only Mistress was allowed to dominate her slaves, after all. However, the Maven would be lying if she said she didn’t find it intensely arousing when she stumbled onto a pair of her playthings going at it like rabbits, each trying desperately to prove themselves superior. Sometimes it was a much more one sided affair, with one of the women having an upper hand and really letting the other one have it. Regardless, such was the reason she loved to wander the halls of the Buvelle estate when things were quiet. She searched for them, her pets, hoping to catch them in the act. Just the thought of the infinite possibilities that laid behind every door in her manor… it often ruined whatever panties she’d chosen to wear that day. Of course, the real irony in the situation was that Sona loved all of her girls equally. Even her newest one. Their little games and competitions were born under false pretenses. That didn’t make it any less fun to witness, though. And so, as Sona locked the door to her bedroom behind her, giving Seraphine her first proper reprieve since she’d arrived here, she found herself with little to do and a couple hours to burn. She looked around, gazing down the endless hallways that flanked her in three different directions. This was a big house. Perhaps she’d wander it for a while. “Nn! Cut it out! Get off of me!” “Nope, not until you admit defeat.” “Never!”  “We’ll see about that.” Nidalee smirked as she looked down at the Ixaocan pinned beneath her. Qiyana was a rowdy one, undoubtedly. Even in this position, with the Empress fully nude and on her back, she refused to surrender. She writhed and kicked as the Huntress straddled her knees on either side of her shoulders, and although her efforts to escape were entirely in vain, Nidalee appreciated the girl’s spunk all the same. However, with the majority of her body weight resting on Qiyana’s perky chest, the girl was in no position to force her off. And with the Huntress’ bare ass cheeks mere inches away from her face, the Empress had a decent idea of what her older sister had in mind. While Qiyana and Nidalee were not related by blood, they did serve the same master. They found the term ‘sister’ to be quite apt to describe their relationship. Nidalee, having been Sona’s pet longer than nearly any other woman here, was considered by most as the older sister, despite her age not necessarily being higher than the others. Her veteran status as a slave also came with an inflated ego. She might have been nothing more than a plaything, but at least she was one of the longest tenured playthings in the Buvelle estate. She had taken the unofficial role of foreman, often berating the others when they weren’t performing their tasks or chores up to scratch, and if they talked back, she was very inclined to take a more physical approach with her discipline.  She was relatively unchallenged in her place as top slave. Most of the others merely accepted this hierarchy as the way things were. Sona herself didn’t seem to mind Nidalee keeping the other girls in line, and she often gave her special treatment in ways the other playthings could only dream of. Still, Qiyana was amazed that Nidalee was a plaything at all. From the moment she met the caramel skinned woman she found her to have an incredibly domineering personality. She merely had an aura around her, much like Mistress herself, that made people want to submit to her demands. Hence the reason no one ever challenged her for the role of top slave. Well, almost no one. Then again, Qiyana herself used to be a dom. She was even pretty decent at it, too. But she’d met her match when she’d battled the Maven. Now she was content to serve, relishing in all of the perverse pleasures that came along with it. Perhaps Nidalee came to Sona in a similar fashion as herself. She’d give anything to hear the story, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to ask the Huntress for details. Although, the thought of Sona fucking Nidalee into sexual submission was certainly something she wanted to remember later… preferably right before she went to sleep. “Hey!” Came the Huntress’ dark, syrupy voice. “Don’t daydream while you’re staring at my ass. It’s rude.” Qiyana responded with a grunt, straining to get the woman off of her. It was times like these that she cursed her small stature. Most of the time she liked being a shortstack, but it came with the cost of limiting her in feisty wrestling matches like this one.  “Y’know, a little bird told me that Mistress is breaking in a new pet today…” Nidalee whispered in a deep, seductive tone, her palms firmly gripping Qiyana’s thighs to placate her thrashing legs. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” “Ahaha… Nope!” Qiyana lied. “Definitely not! I had no idea we were getting a new sister! Woooooow! I’m, like, super excited! And surprised! Super duper surprised. I had no idea. Honestly. No clue.” “...” “...” “...You’ve already seen her, haven’t you?” “Yep.” Nidalee’s expression grew curious. “Tell me about her. What does she look like? Is she innocent? Perverted? A brat, perhaps?” Qiyana fidgeted beneath the Huntress’ weight. “I’m… uh… not really supposed to say. Mistress’ orders and all that. She probably told you all about the new girl already, anyway.” Nidalee cocked an eyebrow. “My, my, if I didn’t know better I’d say you almost sound a bit jealous.”  “Hm!” Came Qiyana’s curt response, her eyes shifting away from Nidalee while her cheeks puffed out. “And now you’re pouting! Look at you!” Nidalee reached back and pinched her fellow Ixaocan’s cheek. “Chu are a cutie, aren’t you?” “Stop talking to me like that. It’s weird. Also, we are way off track. Like, way the fuck off track. We have definitely stumbled off the reservation. Wasn’t this interlude supposed to be fast, hot, and fun? A mental reset of sorts so that the reader doesn’t get overloaded on Seraphine torture and can enjoy some more lighthearted lezdom before the big finale? And why did the narrator start talking about the relationships between us slaves? I know it’s just worldbuilding, but could they be any more lazy? Nice exposition dump, jackass! I have one significant scene in the thirty thousand words of this chapter, and you use it like this? Eat me, dickhead. Oh well, I’m sure those strange allusions to someone in the harem challenging your position as the top slave mean nothing and surely aren’t setting up a fourth chapter to this story. That would just be ridiculous. Anyway, this whole thing has gotten way too meta now. We should probably go back to the whole push-pull sexy time thing we had going on. I have this feeling that if I keep talking like this something bad is gonna happen. Like black hole collapsing, heat death of the universe type of bad. Can you just stuff my face into your ass so we can move on?” “Ehehehe… Qiyana… what do you think you’re saying… Ahaha…” Nidalee looked around uncomfortably, her face tense, wearing a fake smile as if she was worried the room might cave in on her at any moment in some sort of vortex containing pure energy that would result in an earth-shattering supernova. “Just get back into character.” “Ahaha… very well…” Nidalee gulped, steadying herself. “Now, as I was saying earlier. Admit defeat and I’ll let you go, brat.” Qiyana’s lips turned into a sneer. “I’m a brat to Mistress, not to you. You’re just some big titted bimbo as far as I care. Mistress loves playing with me. She does it nearly every day. I’ll never admit defeat to someone like you!” “So,” Nidalee spoke, eyes narrowing on the girl behind her. “you’ve chosen death, then.” “What’s that supp—hmph!!!” Qiyana was cut off mid sentence by the Huntress slamming her brown, supple ass back, sandwiching the shorter woman’s face between her plush cheeks. Qiyana’s curses and cries alike were drowned out in the ocean of Nidalee’s soft, delectable flesh. What little could be heard came out as nothing more than rage-filled murmurs.  “Oh, Empress!” Nidalee moaned sarcastically, placing extra emphasis on Qiyana’s royal title as she grinded her ass on her face. “Mmm, that’s the spot, Empress!” Despite her sardonicism, Nidalee had to admit that Qiyana’s ministrations, albeit unintentional, did feel quite pleasurable. The hot breathed vulgarities that escaped the woman’s mouth tickled the Huntress’ womanhood in all the right places. Her unwilling face proved to be a fantastic pillow to hump. Most pleasing of all, though, was merely the act of dominating the petite girl like this. Qiyana talked a big game, often trying to be assertive towards the other slaves despite her subby brat fetish being common knowledge. She had a painfully obnoxious facade of superiority, flaunting her royal bloodline and mastery of elemental magic as if they actually meant anything in the Buvelle estate. Nidalee knew that the Empress’ pension for irritating others was almost certainly a thinly veiled attempt to incite them to challenge her; she knew because she’d known plenty of girls just like her. Brats that tried their best to provoke, taunt, and tease until someone was so fed up with them that they were forced face down onto a bed and given the spanking they’d so desperately craved. These girls, and by extension, Qiyana, wanted to be dominated. They loved to submit. But they didn’t like to do it willingly. They wanted their dom to earn it. To conquer them as if they were a nation to be plundered. And if they saw a single chink in their armor, a single flaw in their persona, they were more than capable of flipping the entire script. An inexperienced dom trying to handle someone like Qiyana would be fed to the sharks. By the end of the night they’d be tied up, worshipping the Empress’ feet while she claimed their ass with a vibrator. Qiyana was a paper tiger. If you didn’t know what you were doing, she would eat you alive. But Nidalee knew how to dominate. She was good at it. The only person who ever got to see her submissive side was Mistress Sona herself. Some bottom feeding brat did not deserve to see such a thing. She would give Qiyana exactly what she craved. Their Mistress was busy today, after all. The poor girl was probably lonely. Attention starved. In need of punishment. In need of discipline. As it just so happens, Nidalee was in the mood to discipline. “I wonder what the Ixtali would think if they could see their empress now.” She jeered, wanting to cut deep at the royal’s nationalism. Was it cruel to say such a thing? Without question. Personal matters were always difficult to use in the bedroom like this. Some things cut far too deep to be sexy. And yet, Qiyana utterly loved every second of it, her mind racing with thoughts such as: Yes! Belittle me! Mock me! Ridicule me! More, more, more! Nidalee grinned as she felt Qiyana’s resistance against her grinding hips falter. She no longer cursed angry words into her crotch, nor did her hands flounder in some desperate bid for escape. She was quiet. Calm. Breathing in deeply the scents of Nidalee’s nethers. The Huntress had her right where she wanted. Now she needed to turn things up a notch. “Oh? Giving up already? How very unbecoming for a warrior.” She taunted, bringing her palm down between Qiyana’s thighs, slapping her pussy with a mild but not miniscule amount of force.  “Mmh!” Qiyana whined, her voice muffled between the massive, curvaceous globes that systematically bounced on her face.  “...Did I just hear you moan from getting slapped on your fucking cunt?” It was a genuine question. Nidalee was unsure if that was a moan born from pleasure or pain. She supposed there was only one way to find out. The Huntress brought her hand down to Qiyana’s womanhood again while simultaneously lifting her ass an inch or two off of the Ixtali’s face, freeing her, if only for a moment, from the facesit. The result? THWACK! “ohhhH!” Nidalee bit her lip. That was definitely a moan. Music to her ears. A part of her wanted to turn over and kiss the pretty, delicate lips that produced such a blissful sound. Dominating others turned Nidalee on well enough, but hearing them enjoy themselves while she did it drove her absolutely crazy. She lived to hear people’s soft little mewls, or desperate whines, or brazen moans. She was a hunter. The very nature of such a life forced her to be auditorily inclined. And, right now, she wanted nothing more than to hear more moans from her fellow Ixtali. Unfortunately, Qiyana was not one to get off from soft kisses and sweet nothings. Such things were often nothing more to her than meaningless, hollow gestures. Thus, Nidalee had no choice but to continue punishing her. “You know, you talk so high and mighty in front of all the girls, but…” Nidalee sank her fat ass onto Qiyana’s face as she said the final word, emphasizing it for the sake of the pun. “I think you’re the biggest sub here.” “Wrong.” Qiyana squeaked, managing to find just enough space between the Huntress’ bodacious cheeks to get the word out coherently.  “Oh?” Nidalee smirked, administering a barrage of light, rapid fire smacks to Qiyana’s womanhood, eliciting a series of groans and mewls from the girl. “Yet you’re the only one who gets off from something as humiliating as this. Well, other than Morgana, but she’s all types of crazy. But I’ll give you a chance to prove me wrong. If you want me to stop…” Nidalee’s slaps came to a halt, her fingers now lightly, gently, sensually teasing Qiyana’s folds. “You only have to say so. Tell me exactly what you want me to do and I will do it.” A loud, palpable silence hung in the air. Qiyana made no sounds, save for her hot, heavy breaths while Nidalee toyed with her pussy.  “...stop…” “Hmm? Speak up, Empress.” “Don’t… stop…” Qiyana’s mewling, pathetic, downright desperate whimpers sent a rush of pure, unfettered dopamine to Nidalee’s brain. She hadn’t held such overwhelming dominion over another in a long, long time. It was ecstasy. It was exhilarating. It was power. And she needed more. “Show me how badly you want it.” She huffed, the slightest tinges of a blush coloring her cheeks a soft shade of crimson. “Show me which one of us is the real empress, and which one of us is just her throne.” With that statement, the last vestige of Qiyana’s rebellious fervor vanished. She’d finally submitted to her handler, accepting her newfound paramour’s compulsion to serve. And serve she would. Her tongue slipped free from between her lips, snaking its way over Nidalee’s womanhood, lapping slow, sensual strokes, over and over and over again. Overhead moans laced with dreamy desire was all the affirmation she needed to continue. Her deft work was soon rewarded, the shorter woman nearly purring with glee as she felt Nidalee’s hand return to its original task of giving her wet, needy womanhood the love taps she so miserably craved. Nidalee’s juices were fast to flow, quickly staining her submissive’s lips and filling her mouth. Qiyana did not hesitate to drink in the rich, potent liquid. Within it she detected a myriad of delectable tastes; Nidalee’s deep desire, her intense arousal, and the strong, almost overpowering scent of sex. But more prevalent than all of them was its sweetness. Like honey, or perhaps durian. The Ixtali thought that metaphor extended quite well to the Huntress. Tough and intimidating on her exterior, yet remarkably sweet inside. Perhaps she and Nidalee were not so different, after all. The Huntress tilted her head back as she loosed another wanton moan into the air, her free hand alternating between pinching and gently rubbing her own nipple. She wanted this high to last as long as possible, and the only way to ensure that was to continue her own stimulation. She wanted to choke on pleasure and overdose on desire.  As for her busy hand, she’d begun switching up her approach. She continued spanking Qiyana’s dripping folds, but also intermittently paused to tease and stroke and lightly finger her entrance. Then she’d return to spanking, yet alternate the strength and speed of her hand. All in an effort to keep Qiyana guessing. She wanted her to be on edge. To not know whether pain or pleasure was next to come. To not know which one she even wanted to come next. If her increasingly louder moans were any indication, the Ixtali seemed to approve of Nidalee’s new approach. The louder she got, the more turned on Nidalee became, losing her mind in a fuzzy pink haze of pleasure and unrestrained lust. She bounced her ass even harder upon Qiyana’s face, gyrating her hips faster as she essentially polished her womanhood up and down the Empress’ soft, waiting tongue. But, even still, it was not enough. She wanted more. Needed more.  “Lick all of me.” She whispered, her tone sultry and deep and commanding, yet laced with almost imperceptible traces of desperation. Qiyana was eager to obey, moving her own head up and down so that her tongue covered the entirety of Nidalee’s nethers, starting from her swollen clitoris before trailing up her southern lips and eventually finding her mark onto Nidalee’s perfect, brown asshole. The moment Qiyana’s tongue made contact with the tight rimmed pucker she heard her dominant cry out with delight, her groans now much higher in pitch from Ixtali’s oral ministrations on the sensitive area. Nidalee’s back arched as Qiyana continued licking both of her holes, going up and down, up and down, worshipping her body as if she was the rightful heir to the Ixtali throne. Nidalee knew her orgasm was close, far closer than she wished, but ultimately unavoidable if this continued for much longer. And judging by the way Qiyana’s moans matched a similar register as her own, she reasoned that they both had little time. It was all she could do not to drown in the rhapsodies of pleasure that overtook her mind, infecting it like a virus that spread white hot lust through every fiber of her body. She removed her hand from her breast and instead brought it to the back of Qiyana’s head, forcing the Empress’ juice covered face as deep into her ass as she could go, smothering her between her voluptuous, caramel colored cheeks. She relished in the loud, shameless moans Qiyana released into her flesh, a sign of her either struggling to breathe or struggling to contain her pleasure, or both. Nidalee didn’t care. All she cared about was the heat building up in her core, desperately looking for an avenue of release. The ministrations she administered to the Empress’ soaked womanhood sped up once more, rubbing her lips and clit at a fever pitch to the blissful sounds of schlicking grool as she felt herself reach her limit in harmony with Qiyana. Nidalee's pussy lips contracted as she leaked a large amount of her own essence into Qiyana’s waiting, quivering mouth. Her final orgasmic cry was not a cacophonous affair of loud mouthed moans; that honor was reserved for Qiyana, who essentially screamed between Nidalee’s cheeks as her own girlcum sprung forth like a leaky faucet, shooting with such strength that it went forward at least a few yards, almost certainly staining the carpet. No, Nidalee only uttered a long, continuous, high pitched whine for what felt like half a minute straight, her ass and pussy grinding viciously against Qiyana’s tongue as if it was sustaining her very life. Her hand all the while continued to jill her submissive’s drenched cunt, only easing up in speed when her own orgasm began to slowly but surely subside. Finally, after a near minute of orgasmic ecstasy, Nidalee turned herself over and collapsed atop her younger sister, breasts pressing into breasts, faces hovering mere inches away. For a long moment they merely rested there, eyes exchanging silent words their mouths could never have hoped to articulate. In almost any other setting, they knew they’d have been at each other’s throats. Qiyana was a royal by blood and the rightful Empress of Ixaocan and Nidalee was a feral outsider that roamed the surrounding jungles. One of them represented order and civilization, the other freedom and chaos. They were about as naturally born enemies as two people could be, and yet, being here, in the stretching, twisting, yawning hallways of the Buvelle Estate, allowed them to feel peaks of unimaginable pleasure. To feel primal and civilized. To feel totally and completely alive. And then, without prompting, they kissed. Neither knew which one of them initiated it, only that it mattered so little it was not worth examining. It was a kiss laced with deep undercurrents of carnality. It was slow and sensual, and served as a perfect way to cap off the afterglow of their extracurricular activities for the evening. Their eyes finally closed, and in their stead was only a strong connection between each other and an undying appreciation to the woman of this house for bringing to life such incomprehensible realities as the one they currently found themselves enjoying. There was nothing in all the realms of Runeterra that could possibly ruin this pure, passionate moment. “Ahem.” Scratch that. There was definitely one thing in all the realms of Runeterra that could possibly ruin this pure, passionate moment, and it just so happened that it was sitting about ten feet away from the embracing lovers. It was a scene straight from a horror movie. Nidalee and Qiyana both slowly turned their heads to the source of the noise, eyes going wide with terrifying realization as they set upon their goddess. She was seated in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, her body masked in darkness due to the extremely dim overhead lighting. One look at her face, smiling and calm yet with an angry vein bulging from her forehead, told the pair of playthings all they needed to know: they were in big trouble. Sona hadn’t wandered the halls for more than a half hour before she came to a door that concealed the sounds of muted moans and stifled whispers. She popped it open slowly, walking silently inside before seating herself in the corner. Qiyana and Nidalee had been so focused on each other, so distracted in the throes of their own union, that they’d failed to notice her altogether. Thus, she watched them copulate from the darkness, a lone hand traveling between her legs to lazily play with herself. She had no intention of interrupting them; they’d earned the right to make their own decisions, after all. So long as they knew that every decision, good or bad, brought with it consequences. The Maven stood from her seat, suckling her slickened fingers whilst she left the room. She paused in the doorway, turning her head sideways before issuing a single command:  “Crawl.” Qiyana and Nidalee needed no further explanation or prompt. They dismounted off each other, put their hands and knees to the carpet, and followed their mistress out of the room and down the hall like the dogs they were. They both had a pretty good idea of where they were going, too. The Buvelle Estate had such an overabundance of space that many rooms were duplicated for no reason other than convenience. For example, the mansion had four different kitchens, all equipped with state of the art culinary equipment, for no purpose other than to give each floor its own designated cooking area. Likewise, there were two swimming pools, three saunas, six game rooms, and twenty three showers. The subterranean section of the property held its own fair share of dank, dark rooms, most of which functioned as themed sex dungeons, such as the whipping room Seraphine found herself in earlier. It seemed as though every room within the Buvelle Estate had a copy of itself someplace else. Except for the discipline chamber. It stood alone. A special place for special girls to go when they’d broken the rules of the house. It was innocuous from the outside, a seemingly random, unmarked door in a sea of random, unmarked doors. But Sona, and every girl that she’d brought to it, could find its exact location while blindfolded. It was not an experience so easy to forget, after all. Located on the fourth floor, Nidalee and Qiyana had been forced to crawl up three flights of stairs, as well as down the lengths of multiple twisting hallways just to arrive at it. The Maven had led them there wordlessly, hips swaying deeply with every step, giving her pets something nice to gawk at before they received their punishment. The inside of the room was fairly drab. Red and beige carpet lined the floors, the walls were an inoffensive blue hue, and the ceiling was white. Lining all four of the walls, save for the doorway itself, were wooden dressers, at least twenty in total. Exhausted from walking a mile in a dog’s shoes, Nidalee watched with confusion as Sona fiddled around within a few of the dressers’ drawers. Then she pulled out rope, and things became much clearer.  An hour later, the only sounds from within the discipline chamber were muted, gagged moans, and the steady humming of a vibrator. Sona sat atop one of the dressers, her dress hiked up above her waist, long legs stretching down the dark wood while her bare ass rested against the hard surface. Once again, she was masturbaiting, her hand lazily jilling her pussy while she admired her handiwork. Qiyana and Nidalee sat in the middle of the room, positioned in such a way that they nearly braced against each other. Their faces were only separated by a few inches, once again looking into each other’s eyes, though, this time they did not wear expressions of passion and desire; instead, they both wore crazed looks of pleasure, constantly moaning into their ball gags. Their nipples managed to touch each other with ease (most likely due to Nidalee’s fat fucking tits), providing constant stimulation as they rubbed tips with every breath each woman took. Nidalee’s knees were raised while her feet were on the floor so that Qiyana’s legs could fit through the holes between them. For good measure, Sona had tied all of their extremities together. Calf to calf, arm to arm, they were completely immobilized. Stuck to each other with hardly any wiggle room. If this was where it ended, the punishment could be considered relatively tame, considering Sona’s pension for sadism. However, the real kicker of their situation came in the form of a hitachi wand stuck between both their pussies. It was set to its highest setting and held in place by the sheer lack of distance between their cunts.  It was fun for about five minutes. Then it became torture. Both women practically screamed into their gags as they were relentlessly overstimulated past the point of sanity. It had only been an hour but they’d both cum at least ten times thus far, and, judging from their moans, they showed no signs of slowing down.  Smiling at her handiwork, Sona once again had to force herself to stop masturbating. She hopped off of the dresser she’d been laying on, cleaned her essence off her fingers with her tongue, and walked to the exit.  “Since you two seem to just love fucking each other without my permission,” She began, turning back to glare at her pets. “I think it’s only fair that you spend some alone time together. I’ll be tending to your new sister for awhile, but don’t worry, I’ll let you out when I’m done with her.” Seraphine yawned as she sat up in Sona’s bed. Though she’d only slept for a few hours, her body greatly appreciated the much needed rest. Gone was the general ache she felt after the whipping session. Gone was the dull pain between her cheeks from her first time taking it in the backdoor. For the first time since she arrived at the Buvelle Estate she felt like a human instead of a toy. And yet, the musky grime of sex and sweat from Sona’s little games still reeked in the air. No amount of rest would cleanse those toxins from her skin. But a shower? A shower would do wonders to expunge the stench. And the door on the east side of the room sure looked like the entrance to a bathroom… Seraphine slithered out from the bed’s sheets like a snake, tip-toeing her way across the room as if any discernible noise would spell her demise. She opened the large door, cringing as it creaaaaaaked its way ajar before stepping inside. Her mouth nearly fell open from the sheer size of Sona’s personal bathroom. It came with a tricked out bathtub, a massive shower, multiple sinks, a luxurious looking toilet, an assortment of oils and creams, all sorts of skin care products, and a huge mirror that took up the entire back wall, save for the doorway. Seraphine chewed her lip, debating her choices. The bath was certainly tempting, with its multiple jacuzzi-like jets and built-in headrest, but, ultimately, she craved the feeling of a shower more. There was a certain beauty in its simplicity. The hot water falling from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet had a cleansing effect, as if it was not only washing away your filth, but also your very problems themselves. Cautiously turning the nozzle labeled ‘hot’, Seraphine watched as the showerhead drizzled ropes of water. She was unable to resist the shower’s tempting lure, throwing caution to the wayside as she hopped inside the its tiled domain. “Eep!” Hot. Way too hot. She turned the hot water nozzle back, gauging the temperature properly this time with her hand until it was satisfactory before stepping in once more, sighing as the blissfully hot water washed away much of the pain and trauma from earlier. There really was nothing like a hot shower. It was one of the simplest pleasures this world could offer.  Much to her own surprise, Seraphine found the boldness to use a few of the products Sona had stashed within the shower’s cubby. The shampoo worked wonders at cleansing her mane, but the soap… it was perfection. She covered her body with it, every nook and cranny, enjoying the lavender scent it emitted. There was one thought she could not shake, however, and it had been bothering her ever since she’d seen herself naked in the mirror. Why am I so horny? She truly had no idea. She should be anything but horny at this moment, but, for whatever reason, she could not deny her impulses. A hand trailed south, tending to her delicate southern lips. The other found its mark on her breasts, kneading in the soap and infrequently tweaking her nipples. She was gentle with her ministrations, treating her body with the pamper and care it deserved. A stark contrast to the barbaric handling she’d been subjected to prior.  Much to Seraphine’s chagrin, as she worked herself over under the warm waterfall of pure heroine that came from the showerhead, her mind continued to wander to the Maven. Her soft skin and dainty hands. Her plump, juicy breasts. Those puffy, red lips… Stop! Think of something else! ANYTHING ELSE! And so her mind wandered, ruminating back to some of her more memorable sexual exploits to escape her brain’s sudden fixation with the Maven’s naked form. She recalled the three groupies she’d let backstage after her second show as an official K/DA member in Piltover and what great fun they provided for the night. She’d never seen three women get into a physical altercation over who got to eat her out first before then, but she wasn’t complaining. It was oddly arousing, even. Or how could she forget the time she walked in on her manager changing? She’d strolled into that women’s office a hundred times before without knocking with no incident, but that time… well, she already knew the punctual, business oriented woman had huge knockers, but seeing them in person? How could she not jump her bones right then and there? Of course, her manager had no protest, which Seraphine thought to be odd, considering she was certain the slightly older woman was as straight as a metal pole. Then again, perhaps she was just another NPC in the vast sea of normies that gave her whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it. Ever since she became a popstar, that’s all they ever did. Cater to her. Pamper her. Whatever she desired, it was hers. It was nice… for a time. Living like royalty. But eventually, it began to grate on her. Irritate her. Always being told yes, no matter how ridiculous the request… sometimes she wanted someone around who would tell her no. Someone like Sona. Seraphine’s fingers sped up as her mind involuntarily pivoted back to that accursed woman. How her face was the benchmark for beauty, her body the pinnacle of the matronly female form. She had such a natural, almost mother-like quality about her, and yet, beyond that veil of innocence and purity was something so dark and cruel and twisted it could melt the golden hearts of saints into molten lust and wicked sin. As loathe as Seraphine was to admit it, the Maven had an intoxicating aura when she forsaken her caring, tender persona in favor of her true self. Her commands were so absolute and domineering, voice so sturdy and confident that it almost made her want to obey whatever fucked up, depraved order she issued. Covered in black latex, wielding that fake cock between her legs… it got Seraphine so hot and bothered she was close to losing it there and then, her fingers turning to a blur as schlicking noises echoed off the porcelain walls of Sona’s bathroom, her mind turning to a blank, orgastic haze until... STOP YOU IDIOT! She hesitantly removed her hand from her womanhood, edging and denying herself the orgasm she was so painfully close to achieving. It was for the greater good. At least, that’s what she told herself. How could she ever hope to escape this place if she gave into Sona’s mind games? If she allowed herself to be consumed by her lust? She had a life to live. A career to pursue. She’d only just hit the big time. What sense was there to throw all of that away this early in her life?  Seraphine finished her shower without further incident, doing her best to wash away the scent of arousal and shame that emanated from between her thighs. Still, it was hard to suppress the relief and bliss that came from feeling so clean. She’d felt utterly disgusting since she first arrived in this hellscape of a home, so being able to cleanse herself of that filth and muck… it was entirely therapeutic. She dried herself off in front of the wall-sized mirror, examining her own skin with an almost scientific diligence, wanting to see exactly how many blemishes her captor had left her. All in all, it really wasn’t too bad, at least on her front. There were some red marks around her breasts and pelvis that served as unfortunate reminders of Sona’s whips, but nothing that wouldn’t be gone within a few days' time.  Then she turned around to observe the back of her body. And she saw it. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a smattering of black lines on her left ass cheek. It was relatively small, perhaps only a few inches length and height wise, but as she focused her eyes further, she saw clearly that those black lines formed letters, and those letters formed words which read: Property of Sona Buvelle If lost, return to: 00120 Vatican City The wager with Morgana. How could she forget that Sona had promised her a tattoo if she lost?   Of all the things, she chose this? THIS? This was no bruise or bump that would fade away in a few days. This was permanent. An everlasting memorial to this horrific day she wished desperately to forget.  It also ensured that, should her career ever take a nosedive, there would be no chance of reviving it with a sextape. After all, how could she ever take it doggystyle on camera with this glaring embarrassment etched into her ass cheek? Sweltering rage bubbled dangerously beneath Seraphine’s skin. She wanted to punch something. Someone. She could easily summarize all of her time with Sona Buvelle as “taking it too far”, but this somehow surpassed even that. She hated Sona for doing this to her. She hated fate for placing her in this situation. She hated this horrific turn her life had taken seemingly overnight. But most of all, she hated the small part of herself that liked it.  But she refused to dwell on it. Refused to even look at the tattoo anymore. Doing so would only make her peer further into that part of herself, and she was unwilling to let even the smallest bit of it out of its cage. No, she was a popstar. An independent, powerful woman. A strong, steadfast voice in a constantly changing world. She was not somebody’s property. Back in Sona’s bedroom, Seraphine stretched her arms upwards and surveyed her surroundings. She was, thankfully, still alone, though that was certain to change at some point, she surmised. If that was the case, then perhaps a quick once-over at the Maven’s personal effects was worth doing sooner rather than later. After all, she may never get the chance to be alone in Sona’s room again, and she desperately wanted to take her mind off of the thing imprinted on her rear. She began with the Maven’s closet. It was… completely empty. An unsettling sight, undoubtedly. Such a large enclosure could have surely fit hundreds of clothes on its racks and in its drawers, yet it was utterly bare, save for a lone pair of pink lace panties at the far end of the little room. Seraphine approached it hesitantly, whispering to herself, “I don’t know man… those panties seem awfully sus…” In the end, Seraphine figured that wearing panties was better than being completely naked. Regardless of how suspicious they seemed. She moved towards the bluenette’s nightstands, rifling through their drawers, finding mostly old notes, formal letters, and an abundance of cotton swabs. Pretty normal stuff, she supposed. She was tempted to read the letters, but most of them looked like boring permits and deeds to her financial assets. Under the bed, then. That’s where people generally hide stuff, right? She searched in the darkness, bumping her head more than a few times against the bed frame. The underside was a labyrinth, considering the sheer size of the bed, and the carpet irritated her naked skin. But, eventually, deep within the dark enclosure, she came upon something that felt like a leathery book. She drug herself out from under the bed with it in hand before doing a quick examination. It had the appearance of an old-timey journal, like something you’d find in the desk of a privateer. It had the words “Book of Sin” written on its face in a pearly white font. Incredulous, Seraphine tried to open it, but was stopped due to a lock around its fore edge. Annoyed, she tried to pry it open harder, but, to the book’s credit, it had no give.  Her plundering adventure was cut short by the noise of approaching footsteps. She panickedly tossed the book under the bed and faced the door, trying her best to look like she hadn’t been snooping around.  In walked Ms. Buvelle, clad in nothing but a pair of black high heels and matching elbow length gloves. She firmly held a wand-like vibrator in her right hand, eliciting a throaty gulp from the pinkette. Despite the various outfits the Maven had worn thus far being incredibly erotic, she’d never exposed herself to such a degree. From this new perspective Seraphine was able to see every curve of Sona’s skin, every angle of succulent sinew followed by voluptuous, tempting flesh, and it became frustratingly apparent that her body truly was a temple. A dark, gothic cathedral for worship and adoration. A pyre for people’s piety to be immolated to the wicked, lustful gods burrowed within her soul. Seraphine may have been hot, but Sona was truly beautiful.  “I see you put on some clothes.” The Maven mused, walking circles around the unmoving singer, admiring her form. “I’d hardly call these clothes. Not that you would know.” “Ah, there’s that spunk I was missing. I was afraid I’d whipped it all out of you.” Seraphine’s brow crinkled in frustration. “I’m not that easy to break.” “I know.” Sona smiled, cupping a handful of the singer’s tight ass in her hand while grinding her ample breasts against her back. She lightly nibbled along the helpless girl’s neck, trailing light kisses and bites all the way up to her ear, before whispering, “I’m counting on it.” Seraphine mewled quietly from the bluenette’s sudden groping, but spoke in as even-keeled a voice as she could manage, saying, “Don’t get all handsy! You still n-need to answer for that tattoo!” “Hmm...” The maven purred, slowly trailing her right hand down Seraphine’s stomach, inching closer and closer to her womanhood. “So you didn’t like it then?”  “No, of course n—!” The Songstress stopped as Sona’s hand finally cupped her cunt, sending a jolt of tingling delight directly up her spine. “Oh?” Sona cooed, lightly teasing her lesser’s pussy with her hand’s gentle rubbing. “If you hate it so much, why are you so wet?” “I-I uh…” “And you reek of arousal. I can smell it through your shower. You weren’t touching yourself while I was gone, were you?” “No… I wouldn’t… do that.” “Oh? So would you like me to stop?” Sona whispered, her hot breath cascading down Seraphine’s neck. “N-no…” “Are you sure? Just say the word and I’ll stop touching you.” “...don’t stop…” “Don’t stop what?” “Don’t stop… please.” “Very well.” Seraphine suddenly felt herself hiked up into the air, panic coursing through her mind until she felt the soft embrace of the bed against her back. Sona was atop her in an instant, her body positioned like a crouching tiger ready to pounce. She crossed one leg over Seraphine’s stomach, bracing her tightly against the bed, while her left hand switched on the hitachi vibrator and brought it towards Seraphine’s dripping pussy. On her back, in a position like this, the Songstress was almost completely powerless to fight back against Sona’s advances. The moment that wand made contact with her clit, however, all thoughts of resistance went out the window. In fact, all of her cognitive skills in general seemed to sputter and die as she was reduced to little more than a mess of moans and pleas for more pleasure under Sona’s authoritative grasp.  From the start, the Maven had been intent on denying her cunt any form of pleasure. She’d teased just about every other part of her, even fucked her in the ass, just to avoid stimulating that one sacred place.  And what had the singer done the first moment she found solace? The first time she’d been left to her own devices? She did not collect her thoughts, or form an escape plan, or seek help. No, she jilled herself off in the shower like a bitch in heat. The only thing that prevented her orgasm was her mind’s disgust with itself for fantasizing about Sona.  But now, as the vibrator worked its magic up and down her slit, she had finally gotten what her body so desperately desired. The stimulation was utterly consuming, even through the lace panties, turning her mind into a smorgasbord of rapidly firing neurons, each activating and exploding in random directions as she groaned and whined with debaucherous delight. Her hands subsciously groped her own breasts, kneading them roughly while tweaking and pinching the tips of her nipples for added delectation. Sona had only been using the vibrator on her for what felt like a minute at most, but she could already feel the swell of an orgasm building between her loins. She’d no idea why Sona was content giving her a gift as sweet as this, but she wasn’t in the right mind to question or complain about it. All she could do was give herself to the pleasure, a pearly smile painting her face as she felt herself about to explode. And then, in an instant, it all came to a halt. Sona pulled the vibrator away, leaving her quivering, contracting womanhood without the morsel of further stimulation it needed to achieve release. Seraphine’s voice squeaked out a high pitched noise, something between a shriek of terror and a howl of pain, before her right hand instinctively attempted to travel to her pussy to finish the job. Sona was faster, catching the girl’s wrist in an iron-like grip far before it reached its destination. “WHY???” Seraphine screamed, a mixture of rage, frustration, and sheer disappointment evident in her tone. She was so unbelievably close. Another second or two with the vibrator and she would have been cumming her brains out. Instead, she was left with a near ruined orgasm, completely edged as she slowly but surely came down from the precipice of nearly squirting all over Sona’s bed.  “Because” Sona grinned. “Good girls don’t cum.” “Please god!” The pinkette wailed. “I need to cum!” “No you don’t.” Sona swiftly reached under her bed and pulled out a rectangular black box with the words “Box of Sin” written across it. Seraphine would have questioned how she had not discovered it earlier when she was under the bed, but her mind was far too distracted by her own suffering to think that deeply. The Maven reached into the box and pulled out a short rope and a small ball gag.  “We’ve been here before.” Seraphine said dryly, rolling her eyes. To prevent any unwanted orgasms, Sona tied Seraphine’s wrists together behind her back and silenced her protests with the gag. Now immobilized and unable to complain, Sona continued edging the pinkette, stimulating her dripping cunt through her panties with the hitachi.  “You don’t need to cum.” She reiterated. “You want to cum. What you really need to do is listen to me.” Seraphine’s only managed throaty moans in response, her hips twisting and thrusting wildly amidst the pleasure. “Girls like you… they annoy me the most.” Sona scoffed, pulling the vibrator away once more, resulting in a new cascade of muffled pleas from her prisoner. “You think you understand the world. You think you have real problems. But you don’t. Despite how badly you try to come across as a tortured artist, you aren’t fooling me, honey.” Somewhere deep down inside of Seraphine, amidst the squalling, relentless storm of pleasure that threatened to tear her very mind asunder, she finally rediscovered her anger. She furrowed her brows, stifled her moans, and gazed at her tormentor with a look of pure, unadulterated animus. Bound and gagged, it was all she could manage, and yet, the act, however mild, maintained her priorly waning desire for escape. She could not afford to let the pleasure consume her. She had to stay mad. Sona rolled her eyes at the pinkette’s protest. She brought the hitachi back once more, this time focusing it solely on her clit, forcing out moans the singer wished she could have choked back. “I know you haven’t written a lick of your own music since joining that godforsaken band of soulless ghouls.” Sona spoke, pausing to enjoy the sight of her subject once again shackled in the throes of pleasure, before continuing, “Do you really think any of them actually care about you? Do you really think they value your opinion? To them you’re just a tool. A means to crack into an untapped market of indie weirdos that like their music with a side of romanticized depression. Bunch of art school wannabes. Do you enjoy seeing your art bastardized by the monolithic corporate machine? Are you really happy with your life?” Seraphine’s back arched off the bed as she screamed into her gag, desperately trying to fight the urge to let the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure consume her. Using whatever meager amount of cognitive power she had left, the Songstress tried to focus on Sona’s words as opposed to the vibrator’s titillating hums and thrums, but even then, the Maven’s musings were beginning to feel like a twisting dagger in her heart. Loathe as she was to admit it, she couldn’t deny the validity of Sona’s accusations. Her fame felt so… contrived. Corporatized. Unearned. Truth be told, she’d been a lot happier when she was a nobody, making songs that only a few thousand individuals might stumble upon. At least then, they were her songs. Not K/DA’s. “So much has been given to you, Seraphine. They built you up so high that no one is brave enough to cut you down. Doesn’t it bother you that everyone walks on eggshells around you? That they kiss your ass at every opportunity? Doesn’t it all seem so utterly insincere?” Sona leaned her head forward, whispering into Seraphine’s ear tenderly as if the two were lovers, “Don’t you want someone who doesn’t ask you for your permission? Someone who will treat you like the trash you know you are?” Seraphine bit her lip as Sona removed the hitachi, once again only moments before her unreached orgasm, although, at this point, she was unsurprised. Still didn’t make it any less frustrating, though.  “I can be that person. I can show you exactly why good girls don’t cum. I can take what I want from you whenever I want, if only you let me.” The prolonged edging session in conjunction with Sona’s tempting words finally made Seraphine confront that tiny voice in her head she’d been trying to ignore since she arrived at the Buvelle Estate. Truth be told, a part of her had actively enjoyed every demented, deviant, and downright degenrate thing Sona had done to her. Not because she liked being whipped, or edged, or tied up, or fucked in the ass (although, on second thought, she was pretty sure she did like that one), but because all of those things had been done to her against her will. Without her consent. Without her permission.  She’d never really taken the time before to examine how irritating having everything she ever wanted was. Sure, it felt great to achieve her dreams, but, by the same token, it put a closing stamp on the journey itself. And she lived for that journey. The all nighters while writing lyrics, totally lost in the labyrinthine beauty of the creative process. The days she’d spent in her makeshift studio, a sprawling assembly of shoddy recording equipment and worn down instruments in her studio apartment, grinding it out in the hopes of finding just one good guitar riff, or drum fill, or chord progression.  But those days were gone now. Every piece of music she composed ran through dozens of producers before approval. Every word of every song was crafted by a team of professional writers. Sona wasn’t exactly wrong when she said the singer didn’t make her own music anymore. She couldn’t because they didn’t allow her to. But what could she do? Tell them no? Record labels don’t exactly take kindly to breaches of contract. She’d be blackballed from the industry in a heartbeat. Perhaps that’s why she was so unwilling to let that little voice in her head speak up before. If she accepted what Sona was proposing, if she gave in to this demented desire, this blue haired, big breasted devil on her shoulder, there would be no going back to her former life. Her role in K/DA, her fanbase, her fame and fortune, it would all just… end.  But… what if she wanted it to end? “You could live with me.” Whispered the Maven, dropping the vibrator to the bed in favor of her fingers, gently stroking the popstar’s dripping womanhood through her panties. “Here. In this lavish house with all of my lovely little pets. And every single day we could make the beautiful art you so desperately crave.”  Seraphine whined as Sona’s fingers worked her cunt, teasing every which way with painfully slow ministrations that were accuentated by the utterly soaked pair of panties she still wore. She’d been so close to cumming so many times that it felt like someone had simply left the tap on down there. As a result, she figured that these panties would probably never stop smelling like her cum, regardless of how many times they were washed. “I’ve always hated you, Seraphine.” Sona spoke softly, her venomous words completely opposed to her sweet, tender tone. “I mean, let’s get down to brass tacks here. You’re a bit of a pretentious cunt. You had the nerve to shamelessly copy my music for your own gain. You take advantage of mental illness and sell it for profit. You sold out. But, honestly, I could forgive all of that if you weren’t so damn unoriginal. Everything about the K/DA version of you is insufferably boring.” “Mmphk!” Seraphine gagged, head rolling back as Sona’s digits continued their diligent work. “But I’ve also always had a bit of an interest in you. Ever since I laid eyes on you in court… the way that tight little ass of yours swayed and shimmied in that skin tight, pleated skirt.” Sona said, pausing to utter something akin to a deep, guttural growl before she continued, “I think I’ve always wanted to turn you into a good girl. You see, we have many types of girls living here. Brats, painsluts, true submissives, slaves… but a good girl is hard to find. None of the women here fit the description. Despite how much they love being teased and degraded, whipped and spat on, tied up and fucked in the ass, they’re always thinking about that oh-so-sweet orgasm at the end of the yellow brick road. Sometimes even several orgasms. But a good girl understands that cumming means ending the pleasure. Why else would they call it “finishing”? A good girl doesn’t want to cum because she knows, if she has the willpower, the journey to an orgasm can be as long as she wants it to be. She doesn’t want to blow all of that ecstasy on one tiny, fleeting moment when she recognizes that she could make it last for hours, or days, or even months.” Seraphine’s eyes rolled upwards as Sona’s fingers continued to dance across her pussy. “Being a good girl isn’t about reaching a spectacular, orgiastic destination. It’s about having an everlasting, lustful journey, knowing each second you spend not cumming only makes you more desperate, more needy, more mindlessly obsessed with pleasure. A good girl appreciates the fact that her pussy is both her friend and foe. It is an object to be teased and titillated, abused to the edge of climax over and over and over again without ever going over the brink, otherwise that tiny taste of a vaginal orgasm might lead to an incurable addiction. A good girl knows that if she’s allowed to cum, it will only be from anal sex. She’ll learn to love getting her ass fucked by Mistress. She’ll find it more pleasurable than anything that can be done to her pathetic, neglected pussy. Although, considering how you reacted to our little pegging session earlier… I don’t think you’ll need much training in that department.” Seraphine’s moans had turned to quiet little mewls of desperation, her voice getting hoarse from the extended edging. She’d endured so much pleasure and denial and temptingly erotic whispers that her mind had finally reached its wits end. She had no strength left to rebel against Sona. No passion left to fight for her freedom. No wherewithal left to understand the gravity of what was happening. There was only pleasure. All consuming, mind melting pleasure.  “Being a good girl—” Sona grinned, her fingers speeding up and slowing down at seemingly random intervals, before continuing, “—is about living to obey your mistress. Offering your mind and body as property under her rule. Learning to serve, finding pleasure in that service, and accepting whatever pleasure she decides to give back.” Finally, after what had been well over twenty four hours of forced sexual deviancy, Seraphine’s will totally collapsed. Her thoughts dissipated into little more than a puddle of intoxicating need and desire as Sona’s words and the mindbending pleasure melded together into a wanton union of orgastic clarity. She was alone, floating in a sea of perpetual, torturous, beautiful ecstasy, each and every gentle ministration from Sona’s fingers forming a powerful new wave of euphoria which threw her in an undiscovered direction of indescribable bliss. Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp, the only sound confirming her to still be alive being the constant moans and groans that slipped from between her parted lips. Sona smiled at the broken toy below her, her fingers moving at an agonizingly slow pace as she reached her free hand forward, unclasping the gag from behind Seraphine’s head. She watched as it rolled out from her mouth and trailed down onto the bed, leaving a dark stain on the linen sheets from the drool and spit smeared over its spherical surface. She pulled herself up slightly so that her face hovered directly above Seraphine’s, and, while her fingers continued their gentle teasing, she posited the penultimate question of the evening: “Now, do you want to cum?” The Songstress' eyes refocused. They still had a milky haze of lust clouding them, but they appeared to be at least slightly more aware. She stared into the Maven’s piercing blue orbs, lips parting ever-so-slightly as she squeaked out her answer. “No… I don’t think I do. I’m… I’m a good girl, and good girls don’t cum, Mistress.” Sona leaned down and planted a genuine, enthusiastic kiss on Seraphine’s lips. She was happy. Oh-so-happy. This had been a long time coming. She always knew the singer would be quite the challenging tame the moment she decided she was worthy of being added to her harem. There may have been many aspects of Seraphine that she despised, but she could not deny the strength of her will. A will like that is rare. Most women break after a teensy bit of rope play and some mild whipping, but Seraphine had shrugged those off rather easily. She handled almost everything Sona could throw at her. In fact, the Maven could recall only one other individual under her thumb that proved to have a stronger spirit than the singer. Regardless, behind all of the fake glamour and soulless corporate pandering, Sona saw a woman with the will to succeed, no matter the cost. She knew she could turn her into a good girl. To be a good girl requires near indomitable willpower, and Seraphine had that in spades. How could the bluenette not be happy to see her finally break like this? Mewling and writhing around, covered in sweat and arousal, drunk on the pleasure of prolonged edging. A completely changed woman after a few hours of intense orgasm denial. It was a hell of a drug, after all.   Aside from the authentic joy Sona felt, the kiss had another purpose. It was important to show Seraphine affection at this juncture. While breaking a woman’s spirit was definitely the most difficult aspect of taming, the second was keeping them that way. Sona found that new playthings had a tendency to rebel or want out after a day or two of being subjugated. It required quite the balancing act to keep them around. Be too mean and they feel as if they are just an object; be too nice and they won’t respect their mistress. It was important to show them tenderness in small doses, at least at first. Thus, Sona leaned further into the kiss, pressing her large breasts into Seraphine’s smaller ones, exploring the popstar’s mouth with her tongue as she moaned small, lust-filled breaths. “You need to prove it.” Sona whispered, breaking the sloppy kiss as a rogue strand of spit kept their mouths connected for a moment longer. “You need to prove to me that you’re a good girl. You need to deny yourself without my help.” Sona cleared herself off the side of the bed and stood tall against the floor, her feet about shoulder-width apart. Seraphine took the small reprieve to gaze upon her master’s naked form; she was covered in sweat, much like the singer herself, which resulted in her body being coated with a sheen of shiny liquid. Her curves glistened in the bright light of the bedroom, every inch of her form being worthy of worship. The Songstress only wished she would be allowed to do so. “Hump leg.” Seraphine’s expression changed from one of lust to one of confusion-filled lust. Sona pointed at her left leg. “Hump. Leg. Now.” Not needing to be told thrice, Seraphine scooted her butt off the bed, leaving a trail of girl cum in her wake from her drenched panties. She kneeled in front of Sona, thighs spread wide, as she brought her cunt against Sona’s shin and began lightly humping her hips against it. “Good. Faster. And Harder.” The Maven commanded, reaching a hand down to lightly tease her own pussy. “Hump my leg like you mean it. Get yourself to the brink of orgasm and then deny yourself.” Seraphine complied with her mistress’ orders, thrusting her cunt rapidly into the Maven’s leg like a wild fucking animal, surprised at how extraordinarily good it felt. She could already feel a fresh helping of her own nectar coating the crotch of those pink lace panties she still wore.  “If you can deny yourself this one last time you’ll be mine forever, just as I’ll forever be yours.” Sona moaned, her fingers gliding rapidly between her thighs while her other hand reached up to her mouth to pop a finger inside. “If you do cum, though… you’ll never be welcome in this house again.” Sona’s words rang powerfully inside Seraphine’s head as she continued her task. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. For so long since she arrived here, she’d been looking for a way out. She’d played so many horrific games and underwent such incredibly cruel treatment just for the chance to escape and return to the life she’d been kidnapped from. And now, as she humped Sona’s leg like a bitch in heat, more aroused than she’d ever been in her entire life, all she had to do to earn that very freedom she’d wanted more than anything was let go of her inhibitions and cum her brains out.  And yet, cumming was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d learned some things about herself during her time at the Buvelle Estate. Things that one can only learn by being put through a baptism of fire. Truth was, she hated her life as a K/DA member. She hated the massive crowds, rabid fans, and profit obsessed businessmen that surrounded her work. But the fame and fortune she’d received from the deal had blinded her to that hatred. She could never tell why she was so unhappy all the time, only that she was.  Being here had finally revealed it all. It had shown her parts of herself she didn't know existed. Her willingness to serve. Her enjoyment of denial. Her delight in being a good girl. This life as a brainless, desperate, needy, permanently aroused, denial obsessed slut under the heel of Sona was well worth forsaking her membership in K/DA. It was worth forsaking everything.  Cumming against Sona’s leg was never an option in her mind. Not if it meant excommunication. The only choice was to do as she was told. And that’s exactly what she did. Seraphine progressively humped her mistress’ leg faster and harder, just as she’d been directed, her eyes lazily staring at Sona’s perfect pussy lips. It was not hard for her to get close to orgasm with such a great view, and as she did her moans got louder and more intense. Sona looked down at her slave, her expression relatively muted aside from the odd moan here or there she let slip due to her masturbation. She watched as Seraphine’s toes curled and muscles tightened, moans getting even louder as she brought herself to the furthermost edge of climax, only to pull her hips away mere nanoseconds before she could cum. The Maven surveyed the pinkette’s southern lips as they contracted in agony, wishing desperately for just a shred of further pleasure to finish the job. She saw the joy, the pain, and the pure ecstasy in Seraphine’s eyes as she denied herself for her mistress.  The scene pushed Sona way over the edge. She walked up to Seraphine, pushing the back of her head against the bed while hiking her own foot atop it. She positioned her pussy directly in front of her mouth. Furiously stroking her cunt, the Maven crooned in delight as she orgasmed, spraying her juices all over Seraphine’s face, painting her with a stupendous amount of well-earned girl cum. The singer lapped at it like a dog, savoring every drop of her mistress’ delicious essence, shining a toothy smile upwards when she saw her finally finish. Sona took a deep breath as her legs quivered. She stared down at Seraphine, her face and breasts covered with her cum, her pink panties utterly drenched in her own denial and arousal. She ran her hand through the singer’s hair, petting her like the good girl that she was. “You passed the test, Seraphine. Welcome to the family. Now let’s get rid of your other one.” Seraphine smiled a crooked and manic grin at the lewd scene before her.  After the Maven’s threatening yet enticingly mysterious words, she’d stripped the singer’s panties away and taken her to the underbelly of the Buvelle Estate, a place the pinkette was beginning to fancy more and more with every visit. Made to rest on her hands and knees atop a table, Sona locked her wrists and ankles into shackles attached to the wooden surface, though, frankly, they were more for show than anything else. She had no intention of resisting her Mistress’ advances. Not anymore. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of helplessness the shackles provided. Knowing that she was absolutely powerless, completely at Sona’s mercy. It was devilishly arousing. But what really turned her on was the mirror in front of her.  Even though it felt like ages ago, it had only been a relatively short period of time since Sona had brought Seraphine to her estate. It was in those first few moments after she woke up that the Maven had placed a very similarly styled mirror in front of her. In fact, it may even be the same one she found herself currently looking in. However, back then, before she’d undergone trial after agonizing trial, before she’d been reformed like iron being casted to steel, she’d absolutely hated the mirror. Seeing herself all tied up, like a mere object to be toyed with… it was degrading. Dehumanizing. Humiliating. Now, it was cathartic. Now, she lived for the very degradation she priorly ran from. She lived to gaze upon her own dishevelled hair and flushed red face. She lived to bask in the unapologetically needy, slutty, desperate look in her eyes. The mirror was once her personal hell. Now, it was her heaven. She smiled at the broken reflection that stared back at her, overjoyed to see what a dumb slut she had become. “You look so pretty like this, Seraphine.” Sona whispered, running her hand through Seraphine’s sweat-laden hair. “Like a queen.” Sona came around to the singer’s front, bending her knees slightly as she raised the soaked pair of pink lace panties over her head. “And every queen deserves her crown.” She slipped the defiled underwear onto Seraphine’s face, bejeweling her visage as if she was the sovereign of all sluts. The Maven oriented the garment so that the actual thong of the underwear, the pinpoint place where Seraphine had leaked her arousal for hours on end, was placed directly against the popstar’s nose and mouth. She wanted her to smell her own desire. To taste it. To wear it and own it. Seraphine did just that, drawing large, needy inhales against the clothing while her tongue licked its fabric, eyes crossing in glee as she tasted the accumulation of all her denial and shame. She could feel the wetness between her own thighs growing greater with every ticking second, and she delighted in the thought of how excited her utterly useless pussy had become. The only noise she could produce from the whirlwind of overloaded sensations were pathetically emphatic moans, her mouth's wide ‘o’ shape being evident through the fabric of her underwear. Sona merely stood back and watched, a sly smile on her face. She’d truly broken the girl down and built her up anew. Not even her most submissive pets would get so much authentic pleasure from something so deviant. She’d turned Seraphine into a brand new woman. There was only one step left to finalize that transformation for good. “We aren’t done yet, Seraphine.” Sona remarked, a pair of clothespins in one hand, a black marker in the other. “You have a date pretty soon with some important people, and we need to get you all dressed up.” Seraphine did nothing but moan and whimper with slutty joy as she watched the Maven in the mirror pin those clothespins on her already sore nipples. And when she started writing with that black marker across her skin? It was pure ecstasy. Though she hadn’t the faintest clue what her mistress wrote, she had a feeling it was something demeaning, or, at least she hoped it was.  “How do you feel about these words? Do you think they describe you, Seraphine?” Sona questioned, moving out of the way so that the pinkette could see herself in the mirror. On her forehead the Maven had written “K/DA SLUT”. Directly beneath her eyes, both of her cheeks were marked with a single word, the right being “LOVES” and the left being “CUM”. On her dangling breasts she’d written “SLAP ME <3”. But the popstar’s favorite, by far, was what her mistress had written on her ass. She only knew of it because Sona had taken a picture of her shapely rear with her phone and subsequently shown her the image. With one word on each ass cheek, she’d written “ANAL WHORE”, with two arrows pointing towards her tight little asshole. “Oh, Mistress.” The Songstress started, her voice dripping with desire. “These words… these phrases… they describe me perfectly.” “I’m glad you like them.” Sona smiled, sliding the panties off of Seraphine’s head and discarding them to the side. “And since you’ve been such a good girl for me, I think you’ve earned a reward.” The Maven positioned herself between Seraphine and the mirror, her shapely rear mere inches away from the pinkette’s face. Her eyes immediately lit up as she understood the implication. Sona wagged and danced and jiggled her ass, putting on a show for the ruined popstar, making her want it all the more desperately.  “Work for it.” She commanded. Seraphine lunged forward, attempting to spear her face directly between those two pillowy, pale cheeks of pure heaven, but, to her dismay, was only barely out of reach before she felt the table's shackles restrain her. She budged against them hard, throwing all of her weight forward with all of the force she could muster, but they didn’t give an inch. Even so, she was still painfully close to the ass of, in her mind, a literal goddess, and if she stuck out her tongue in just the right way, maybe she could just graze it. She did so accordingly, her tongue reaching out as far as it could muster, yet coming up only millimeters short from making direct contact with her mistress. It was a travesty to end all travesties.  And then, Sona threw her ass back. Seraphine and Sona alike cooed in pleasure as both parties got what they were looking for. For Sona, she’d dangled her butt out like bait and watched her little minnow fall into a trance. Getting her ass eaten was the cherry on top. For Seraphine, she’d finally gotten to taste the sweet, angelic pucker between those peachy cheeks. And it certainly did not disappoint. Seraphine’s tongue was that of a serpent, licking ravenous, exploratory strides in and around the entirety of Sona’s asshole. The delicate area tasted divine, having the same aroma of lavender the popstar had encountered earlier, though, in that situation, Seraphine could only watch Sona’s ass as it bounced and recoiled against her cheeks. This was the real deal. Sona turned her head back to look down, watching with a sharp look of satisfaction as Seraphine diligently tongue fucked her asshole. In the Maven’s mind, it was important to have her slaves eat her ass. In fact, she thought that any mistress worth her salt should do so. It was the ultimate act of subservience. It helped in making pets understand the true hierarchy of things, forcing them to see themselves as the bottom feeders that they were. The fact that she enjoyed being rimmed was just a bonus, really. And, judging by Seraphine’s enthusiasm, the Maven wasn’t the only one having a good time. “Mmph!” The Songstress moaned, her face squished tightly between Sona’s rotund ass cheeks. She licked with such fervor and hunger that it was almost animalistic, not that the Maven minded. She actually quite enjoyed watching her rival-turned-slave willingly suffocate herself in her ass. She thrived on schadenfreude, after all.  “You really love my ass, don’t you?” Sona teased, hot breaths escaping her mouth between nearly every other word. “I like that about you. One day I may even let you stick a finger in it.” Seraphine’s tongue seemed to work overtime in response to Sona’s tempting proposition, gliding circles around the rim of the Maven’s tight, forbidden hole before diving a half inch inwards, only to repeat the process all over again.  It was beginning to get difficult for Sona to contain herself. She normally had unmatchable sexual endurance, being able to last however long she wanted. She could cum in one minute or one hour, depending on what the situation called for. The exception to that rule was rimjobs. We all have our weaknesses, and those were certainly hers. Especially when the person administering said rimjob looked as submissive and breedable as Seraphine did. The zealousness and eagerness in her ass eating was simply too hot for even Sona to handle.  The Maven wished she could last longer. Wished she could savor this high for even a single minute more. But, unfortunately, even she had her limits. Reaching back, she grabbed a handful of Seraphine’s hair, shoving her face even deeper into her doughy ass cheeks, crowing in delight as the singer mewled out desperate, smothered moans into her flesh. “Cumming!” With no stimulation to any part of her body other than a tongue up her ass, Sona not only came, she came hard. And, for the second time that day, she’d managed to orgasm directly onto Seraphine’s face, though this one was particularly… explosive. She’d truly left her mark on the pinkette, coating her lips, cheeks, nose, even eyelids (they were closed at the moment of climax, much to Seraphine’s chagrin) in vicious, creamy girlcum that smelled almost as heavenly as it tasted.  Seraphine was like a rabid, ravenous creature, her tongue still diligently serving Sona’s twitching asshole as if she hadn’t just redecorated her face with a shade of transparent white liquid. Much in the same vein as her mistress, Seraphine did not want to let go. She wanted to enjoy every second she could in the presence of such a divine posterior. Bask for just a little while longer in her own ubiquitous pleasure that threatened to swallow her whole at any given moment. Well and truly, she did not want this moment to end. Alas, all good things eventually do. Sona allowed Seraphine another minute or so of uninterrupted ass worship before she finally separated her plump cheeks from her pet’s face. The singer stuck out her bottom lip to pout as the bluenette walked away, though she decided against voicing a verbal complaint for fear of backlash. “I believe you dropped this.” The Maven jested, picking up the pink panties from the ground. However, instead of returning them to their rightful spot over Seraphine’s head, Sona scrunched them up into a ball and shoved them into the popstar’s half open mouth, creating a makeshift gag. The taste and fragrance of Seraphine’s own depraved essence on the panties was quick to mix with Sona’s cum, as quite a bit of it still resided within Seraphine’s mouth. The result was an intoxicating carousel of scents and flavors that enchanted the vulnerable Songstress even further, her head spinning with desire as she felt even more arousal drip down her thighs from her neglected womanhood. It so miserably wanted attention, leaking nectar like tears in the rain. That only turned her on more.  “I think you’ve had enough of a break.” Sona said firmly, her serious tone snapping the Songstress from her cum-filled daydreams. The singer watched with bated breath as her mistress walked behind her, nearly out of view aside from the slight angle Seraphine could see of her in the mirror. She heard the bluenette dragging something towards her. She had no clue what it was, but if the Maven’s quiet grunts of exertion were any indication, it was probably rather heavy. “Quite some time ago,” Sona began, snapping a picture with her phone of whatever she’d positioned behind the popstar before continuing, “I was invited to a banquet in Piltover. It was held for the reopening of one of the cities’ most prestigious menageries. Pretty sure a terrorist had blown it to smithereens a few months prior, but that’s not really relevant.” Seraphine watched as Sona circled around to her front, tapping her chin somewhat sarcastically as if she actually cared about what happened in Piltover. “Anyway, as the festivities winded down and the sun began to set, I ended up talking a particularly well endowed cocktail waitress into inviting me back to her place for some extracurriculars. She was an alright lay, I guess. A bit too vanilla, but spirited nonetheless. However, I couldn’t take my eyes off this sort of… contraption… she had tucked away in the corner of her bedroom. It had a black, rectangular base about the size of a shoebox. Attached to the black base was a metal pole, maybe two, two and a half feet long, equipped with a dildo on its end. Naturally, I asked her what it did. I expected some sort of lengthy, nerdy explanation. You Piltovans are obnoxiously scientific, after all. Imagine my surprise when she offered me a visual demonstration of it in action. Gods, that was a sight.” Seraphine’s eyes widened as Sona showed her the picture she’d taken of the machine. She recognized it. In fact, it was very popular with women in Piltover. Most people just referred to it as a fucking machine, but in reality its name was: The Nuclear Hextech Fuckinator 3000 Gamma² A̴͍̔́͝b̷̘́́a̶̯̅̅d̶̛̹̄̌ḍ̷͉͊̽͆õ̴̖̩̊ń̸̗̩͖̇̊'̸̳̓ŝ̶̢͕͖ ̵̰͔͑D̷̪͗e̵̺̾m̴̻̔̓͂o̶͍̦̤̎̓n̷̛͕͉į̷̦̃c̶̣͋ ̶̰͔͔͝L̷͇̺̣̒͐͘o̶̟̿̅͠v̶̛̜̜͒͋ͅe̶̻͗ Edition (fun included, batteries not) Even the Songstress was not immune to its charm. It had gotten her through many lonely nights in her apartment, before fame and fortune had found her. It was insanely customizable, able to even thrust in rhythm to songs if one took the time to sync them properly to the device.  “The moment I watched that woman go to town on a remote controlled dildo was the moment I knew I needed one of these machines.” Sona said. “So I got one, used it a few times on myself, a few times on my girls, and eventually put it down here in storage. It’s been collecting dust ever since. I can hardly even remember the last time it saw action. But, you being from the City of Progress and all, I figured it was apropos to bust it out again.” Seraphine’s eyes glowed with anticipation. She’d hadn’t used a fucking machine in ages, and she’d been longing for its… special… touch.  “But don’t worry.” The Maven said, spitting into her hand and rubbing two fingers worth of the saliva onto the singer’s exposed asshole. “I have no intentions of using this bad boy on your cunt. We both know that part of you isn’t getting any attention for a long, long time. Instead, I want you to surrender your ass to me. Think you can do that for Mistress?” Seraphine nodded her head vigorously, moaning like a shameless whore the moment she felt those dainty, slick fingers tickle her backdoor. Her mind raced with anticipation, knowing full well that Sona didn’t just intend for a small session of assplay, but instead for the fucking machine to drill her rear until she couldn’t walk straight. Plus, she’d never had the courage to try a fucking machine in her butt before. Now, the idea of it seemed absolutely marvelous. “That’s my good girl.” The Maven whispered, pulling the dildo at the tip of the fucking machine forward just a bit, forcing the first few inches into Seraphine’s asshole. She was impressed with how little resistance her pet’s hole offered. Then again, she was pretty certain at this point that Seraphine had been a closeted buttslut her entire life. With everything in place, Sona flipped a switch on a handheld remote, causing the machine to stir to life. The fake cock buried half deep inside Seraphine’s ass began pumping back and forth like a piston, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging all of its seven inches back inside. Seraphine’s eyes rolled heavenward as the machine worked its magic. A myriad of sensations assaulted her body at seemingly all possible angles, like the constricting clamps around her wrists and ankles, or the hard wood table scratching at her palms and knees, or the balled up panty gag that smelled of her own desperation and cum, or the contraption’s dildo that pumped inch after blissful inch of fake cock into her ass. And being able to see all of it in the mirror? All of the shame hidden beneath her eyes and the pleasure that mixed so seamlessly with it. All of the little smiles and crazed moans that signified her willing descent into this life of a gooning, submissive, cumdrunk good girl. If any fragment of the original Seraphine remained within the popstar’s body, the mirror surely rendered it out of existence. All that remained was a pleasure obsessed airhead, only capable of thinking about how desperately she wanted her mistress to continue denying her worthless pussy. Her brain had been reborn into a one track mind that’s only directive was to serve her master‘s every whim, no matter how depraved.  She was once proud. Now she was pathetic. All Seraphine could recall as she stared at the mirror’s reflection of her makeup smeared, cum covered face, mouth wide with forbidden pleasure as she moaned from the machine’s constant pegging, was that throughout the short amount of time they’d spent together in this house, somehow, in the midst of all the pain and pleasure and ecstasy and denial, Sona had managed to whip her soul itself into submission. And yet, despite it all, the Maven was still unsatisfied. Yes, she’d successfully torn Seraphine down into little more than a pathetic, mewling, whining mess, groveling at her feet like a puppy for even the slightest pleasures, but, alas, there was still more soil to toil. The Songstress was indeed broken, but not completely ruined. Not yet. Seraphine vision was blurry and bouncy on account of her half lidded, unfocused eyes and the rhythmic impacts from the fucking machine’s thrusts against her ass. She was so caught up in the throes of pleasure that she failed to notice her mistress place a black stool a foot or two in front of her, residing in the space between the mirror and the pinkette’s face. Her obliviousness continued as she bit her lip, groaning and moaning with wanton desire as she felt herself completely and totally filled up, not even being cognitively aware enough to see Sona place a laptop atop the black stool, the screen pointed at Seraphine’s face. What did get the singer’s attention was the Maven slowing down the fucking machine’s speed to a snail’s pace, becoming much less like the hardcore pounding she desired and much more like a gentle teasing. Even at a pace as slow as this, most people would not consider any amount of dildo-in-ass play as mere teasing, but Seraphine had seemingly developed an overnight appetite for all things anal. She wanted more. As her brain slowly became aware of the lack of constant dopamine being sent up its neural pathways, her eyes refocused, a bewildered look on her face as she noticed the laptop in front of her.  “I’m glad you've finally come back to earth.” Sona jeered. “I have one last task for you today. It could very well be the most difficult one thus far, but perhaps also the most rewarding.” Sona ran her slender fingers tenderly down the popstar’s cheek, saying, “Living in this house with all of my lovely playthings is not a passing fancy. It’s not something you can just opt out of when you get bored. It is a lifelong commitment to servitude. Something many people are not comfortable with. If you really want to stay here, if you really want to be my one and only good girl, you must abandon your old life. Cut ties with everything and everyone you once held dear. Even one bridge left unburned is one you may later cross. You must understand, I don’t accept just anyone into this house. Only those with wills strong enough to know what it is they want in life and the courage to see that desire through to the end, bitter or otherwise.” Sona’s fingers danced atop the laptop’s keyboard, eventually opening an application named ‘Zoom’. Seraphine was familiar with it; she’d used it many times in the past for video conferences, mostly with her agent or executives at the studio. She was completely dumbstruck as to why Sona had it open now, though. However, as the Maven navigated her way further into the app, logging into Seraphine’s own account much to her surprise, the Songstress began to realize her sinister intentions. All that talk about abandoning her old life and burning bridges, it began to make more and more sense. There was only one bridge left in her life that the Maven wished for her to burn. Well, four bridges, really. Sona clicked on the upcoming meeting button. And there came the rub. Before her, on that bright, almost blinding computer screen, was a message with a clickable button at the bottom that read: K/DA Quarterly Group Call (BAND MEMBERS ONLY!!!) Join Meeting? Seraphine gazed forward, eyes shallow, face expressionless. She didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe. Merely stared at the screen as if it were a thousand yards away. She knew if that tiny, innocent, innocuous button was clicked, her account would join the call and the laptop’s webcam would instantly start streaming herself to her four bandmates. Her life, her entire life, would henceforth be over. All of her dreams, aspirations, wealth, and fame would be snuffed out instantly. The other K/DA members would take one look at her, shackled up like this, a fucking machine diddling her ass, using a pair of cum soaked panties as a gag, and see her as nothing more than a perverted pile of human trash. She’d be excommunicated from the music scene forever. “I will not force you to do this.” The Maven whispered gently, unclasping the shackle which binded Seraphine’s right hand to the table, giving it a full range of locomotion. “It must be your own choice. I give you full autonomy. Gaze inwards and decide.” Seraphine stared ahead, watching the four camera feeds of her bandmates, all of them looking rather bored as they waited for her to join the call. She was a few minutes late, after all. For a reason that escaped her, she looked harder at them each individually. Observing them. Studying them. Scanning them as if within the computer pixels that comprised their images laid the correct answer to this impossible choice. Ahri was looking down at her nails. Inspecting for any imperfections, Serpahine assumed. She was the one to recruit the Songstress into K/DA, and, as such, held a soft spot in her heart. Without Ahri, Seraphine would have remained a fringe artist at best, probably able to continue making music for only a few more years until it became unsustainable, forcing her to choose a different career path.  Evelynn was tapping away on her phone, her purple tinted, circular glasses hiding her eyes. Her being on her phone almost certainly meant that she was gossiping with someone, but she always was the designated diva of the band, so it wasn’t entirely out of place. Her status as a K/DA member could not be denied, though. She was a founder. Beyond reproach by all except Ahri. And even though she lived to stir drama, she was normally nothing but nice to her bandmates. Seraphine appreciated that. Akali had kicked her feet up onto her desk, leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed. From this angle, Seraphine could see the designer shoes she wore, probably costing more than most people made in a fiscal year. Akali did love expensive things, after all. Motorcycles, apparel, top-notch paint cans for her graffiti… she was a drip queen through and through and her lyrics showed it. But even though she came across as boastful in their songs, she was often fairly humble towards Seraphine. Never one to brag of her wealth or belittle others for their less expensive interests. Kai’Sa had her head buried in a book. Probably another romance novel, Seraphine imagined. She was definitely the quiet one of the group, expressing herself with dancing more so than words. She was also a homebody, generally absent more than any other member. She usually only came around before a music video or a tour cycle to help the girls with getting their choreography down. But, to her credit, she was an incredibly skilled dancer. The grace and fluidity she moved with often made Seraphine take pause just to observe her spectacle. In their brief conversations, she’d told Seraphine about how she grew up moving around very often and was happy she’d found permanent friends in K/DA that she didn’t have to leave. It was alway a story that touched the singer’s heart. Did Seraphine really want to banish herself from these people? Sure, they had their faults, but they were kind. Caring. Friendly. Traits most people in the music industry sorely lacked. She hadn’t known them for long, but they’d accepted her for who she was nonetheless. And she appreciated them for that. So what if she didn’t feel like she was being the best version of her artistic self? Plenty of people feel like they never reached their potential. Not many have the chance to make millions while doing so. Sona had shown the Songstress many things within herself that she did not know existed, and for that, Seraphine was thankful. But could she really live like this forever? Cut herself off from all her friends just to be somebody’s pet? Could that even be considered living? How could she throw away all of her companions for something like that? Sona was cruel. Domineering. Forceful. She’d abducted the popstar from her show just to make her play her sick little games. It wasn’t exactly a romantic start to whatever their relationship had evolved into. In fact, she was certain that if she went to the police after this she could get Sona thrown in jail, because there was no way any of her actions had been within the law.  Why did she want to protect the Maven? Why did she want to give in to her demands? What reason had she given her to live this lifestyle? How much of her sudden devotion to Sona was genuine, and how much was a result of her zealous brainwashing?  This was no way to live. Not like this. She wanted out. And yet, as Seraphine’s finger lingered over the keyboard’s trackpad, her mind heavily considering navigating to the top of the application to close it and end this charade, she could not help but hesitate. Her gaze was once again drawn to those same pixels she’d observed just a moment ago; the same pixels that had renewed her desire to break free from this life as an indentured sex toy, but this time under a different eye.  Sure, Ahri recruited her to the band, and from the outside looking in, it seemed like a genuine, heartwarming tale of a big artist discovering a smaller one and giving them a shot. But Ahri was vain. Self obsessed with her own image. Before she co-created K/DA with Evelynn, she had a great gig going as a more conventional pop artist. She claimed to have left her old studio over contract disputes, but Seraphine knew the truth: her last album hadn’t done so well on the charts, and she needed someone to blame. A scapegoat. It just couldn’t be her own fault. Did she really recruit her to K/DA because of her potential, or because it was great PR? Because whatever talent she saw in her to begin with had certainly never been utilized by her or any of the other writers on staff.  And Evelynn… Gods, Evelynn. Always the charmer. Always so damn sweet. It was such a painfully obvious facade. Everyone knew that she loved drama. She constantly talked shit on everyone behind their backs, band members included. But the next day? The next day she would greet them as if they were best friends. Deep down, Seraphine always knew she was a two-faced bitch. Considering how many times she’d personally complained to the Songstress about Ahri’s ‘slutty’ clothes and Kai’Sa’s ‘circulation killing’ leggings, she shuddered to imagine what the vocalist said about her when she was not around. Akali was no different. Everything about her personality was fake. The clothes, the cars, the sneakers… Seraphine knew she didn’t actually care for any of it, but rather had no choice except to be the group’s tomboy. Every other angle of focus group tested femininity was pretty much covered between the other four members. She was never going to have the tits of Ahri, the ass of Kai’Sa, the seductiveness of Evelynn, or the voice of Seraphine. So she became the group’s hypebeast, cashing in on confused preteens and drooling twitter users that thought wearing black platform boots and a jacket three sizes too big somehow made your worth as a human being exponentially increase. How could the Songstress be so sure that it was all just a persona? Well, she’d seen Akali’s bedroom. Once. It was an accident, really. The rapper had been showing Seraphine some pictures on her phone from a recent drunken excursion and scrolled one image too far. She’d navigated away from it as quickly as she came upon it, but it was already too late. Seraphine had seen enough. In that image were pink walls, pillows shaped like hearts, and a pair of catgirl headphones by the computer. On the wall, just above the purple lined bed sheets and MLP memorabilia, was a lone picture that showed Akali popping a bottle of champagne as she held up her newly signed contract with K/DA. Drip? Whips? Clout? What a complete farce. She was a closeted egirl. From that moment forward, Seraphine was sure that Akali preferred to spend her free time typing “uwu” to people on erotic roleplay discord servers instead of posting up in front of fast cars in all black everything. And then there was Kai’Sa. Sweet, tender Kai’Sa. The shy, introverted girl with killer dance moves. She was always going on and on and on about not having friends when she was younger, about having to move around and be displaced and not have a true home until she found K/DA, yet she spent hardly any time with the other members. She’d spoken to Seraphine only two times over the course of her first two months in the group. Talk about a rude welcome. It was clear that she only used that stupid sob story to keep everyone in the group feeling bad for her while she fucked off to god knows where on multi-week long benders that involved coke lines and strippers’ asses. K/DA being her home? What a crock of bullshit. K/DA was never her home. She just wanted them to think it was. The whole lot of them were fakes. Frauds with manufactured personas whose sole purpose was to take advantage of the market. They were artistically and morally bankrupt, whoring out their music, their personalities, even their very souls to the industry just to live a life of luxury. Were these people really worth fighting for? Did they really have a life worth living?  Were they even making art? Seraphine once believed that joining K/DA would only grow her artistic capabilities, but she’d been wrong. Horribly, terribly, dreadfully wrong. Pristine instruments and squeaky clean production removed all feeling of rawness and authenticity from her songs. Comfy recording studios gave her music no sense of edge. Abundance had left her hungry. It had taken her a long while to realize why her life had felt so meaningless since she joined the band, but now, in this very moment, as the weight of her entire life hung in the balance of one final decision, after she’d been kidnapped, beaten, taken against her will, and tortured by a truly cruel bitch named Sona Buvelle, she finally understood why she felt at peace here amidst the chaos, and why she felt so estranged with K/DA amidst the order.  Throughout all the pain and pleasure Sona had subjected her to, all the anal sex and whipped tits and edged orgasms, Seraphine had expierenced true authenticity. She had not just seen, but actually felt real art.   Because real art doesn’t lie. Real art doesn’t market itself to appease the masses. Real art is brutally honest. Real art is painful. Sona might have been spiteful, and sadistic, and mean-spirited, and demanding, and downright deranged, but, above all else, she was real. That was the difference between her and K/DA. She wore no mask. Pulled no punches. Laid no deceptions. She was completely and totally herself. Seraphine wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a true note from any of her bandmates. Thus, after all the back and forth, all the hesitancy and false assuredness, she’d finally made her decision. If living here with Sona as a mindless buttslut meant that she could continue experiencing the beauty that came from the realness of people, then she would. She would serve no purpose other than Mistress’ pleasure. She would find no greater joy than having her orgasms constantly denied. Her ass would be available for Mistress’ cock at all hours of the day. Seraphine took a deep breath. Her finger loomed over the mouse like an anvil teetering over the edge of a brick wall. She closed her eyes. Click Just as the laptop’s camera flicked on and showed the pinkette in all of her shame for her bandmates to see, so too did the fucking machine’s pace increase dramatically from a slow, methodical pegging to an all out jackhammering. The faces of her bandmates went pale, eyes locked onto her image as she routinely bucked and moaned like the whore she knew herself to be. All of the old and fresh cum on her face gave it a shiny, reflective sheen, and the panties still balled into her mouth were absolutely unmistakeable. Even with the gag in place, she could not withhold her voice. “Oh god, oh FUCK, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna…” Her breasts wobbled to and fro as the fucking machine railed her ass, and out of the corner of her eye she saw her Mistress smiling off camera, a hand between her legs working fervently as she enjoyed the show. Her bandmates' voices leapt forth from the computer as they finally began to react to what was unfolding before them. She could not tell who was speaking what; her mind far too scrambled from the ungodly amount of sensations she was feeling. “I always knew she was a disgusting slut.” “You are so out of the band.” “Can’t believe she likes it up the ass. What a fucking whore.” “It’s kind of impressive that she can take that cock, though...” The insults only spurred her on more. She wanted them to belittle her. Berate her. Make her feel ashamed. Make her feel worthless. Send her further into the headspin of drunken lust she was already experiencing. She glanced to the side, eyes meeting with Sona as she shot her a desperate look, eyes begging for permission to cum. The Maven was quick to oblige, happily nodding and giving her the green light for the big O.  Seraphine’s eyes rolled towards the ceiling, mind going entirely blank save for the tidal wave of soul shattering pleasure that finally bursted through the mental dam she’d put up just to last this long. Her bandmates recoiled in disgust as she came in front of them, her nectar erupting like a volcanic event from her untouched womanhood. All the while, she heard their snide remarks and revulsed comments echo through the air, but she wasn’t discouraged. In fact, she was happy. Surprised they even stuck around this long. If this really was the end, if this really was the last time she’d ever see them, she wanted to go out with a bang. Perhaps they were still watching out of morbid curiosity. It was not everyday you got to see a colleague in a situation like this, after all. Or perhaps the sight of their bandmate being relentlessly railed was simply too stunning to leave the call. Freezing would be an understandable reaction, no? But the theory that Seraphine chose to go with, and the one that just so happened to be closest to the truth, was that they found her current situation genuinely arousing to watch. Seraphine might not have had supermodel tits or a fat ass, but what she lacked in proportions she made up for in her girl next door vibes. She had a certain innocence about her; a devilishly cute shyness that stemmed from her being a mostly ordinary girl that just so happened to hit the big time.  Her bandmates had all been in the business long enough to know that a soul does not survive the music industry. Not for long, anyway. But Seraphine was still young, naive, and optimistic. She had a desire to make art, not dollars. She was pure. To see her corrupted like this, turned into a desperate, wailing, mewling puddle of insatiable lust that could do nothing but cum all over herself, it was as if they were watching a youthful flame be snuffed out in real time. Watching a friend lose all sense of innocence and decency she once had. Watching a woman become reduced to nothing more than her basic primal instinct to fuck. And it was way too hot to stop looking at. If one were perceptive, such as Sona was, they may have noticed that all of Seraphine’s bandmates had both of their hands visible to the camera at the beginning of the call. Yet now, minutes later, as their newest member fucked herself stupid on a plastic cock, they all seemed to have one hand off camera. Where those other hands snuck off to is anyone’s guess, really. They continued hurling insults her way, calling her all manner of pejoratives that essentially connotated down to “slut”. Though Sona was very curious as to what exactly a “Fopdoodle” was.  However, their insults and curses only fanned the flame between Seraphine’s loins more, her voice cracking and breaking until it became a steady, hoarse, high-pitched whine, mouth agape as her cum continued guzzling from her cunt onto the table below. But, eventually, her orgasm subsided. It had lasted at least a full minute, perhaps even two. Sona was even impressed. In all her many sexual exploits, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen someone cum that much.  She’d need to get a new table after this. The Maven used the remote to turn the fuck machine off, its metallic pole retracting back until the fake cock was released from the firm, hungry grip of Seraphine’s asshole. The Songstress had just enough time to flash her bandmates one last toothy grin, her face drenched with cum and sweat and smeared mascara, while she popped up her right hand to form a farewell peace sign before Sona closed the laptop from behind, cutting off what was assumedly her final communication with K/DA.  Seraphine promptly collapsed against the wooden table as Sona unclasped her remaining shackles. She was exhausted in every sense of the word, beaten into complete and utter submission by the powerful orgasm she’d just experienced. Even now, as she lay still in a small puddle of her own fresh cum, she’d no intention of moving. It smelled quite nice, actually. Like flowers. Or shame. Or both. She could lay like this forever. Unfortunately, no good thing is eternal. She felt a collar snap around her neck and opened her eyes, gazing upon her mistress towering over her, a sly smirk on her face as she held within her palm a leash which connected to the singer’s newest wardrobe addition. “Come on.” She said, her tone far firmer than the pinkette expected it to be. “You can rest tonight. For now, you need to be shown to your room.” “Of course, Mistress.” She answered, pulling herself off the table and standing beside the Maven, waiting for her to lead. “You misunderstand.” Sona scowled. “You’re mine now. You will not walk behind me as if we are equals. You will crawl, and I will lead. That is our relationship. You are my pet.” Seraphine dropped to her hands and knees, gaze falling to the floor by the Maven’s feet. “Yes, Mistress.” She squeaked out. “I apologize for my ineptitude.” “As you should.” Sona said, her face still stern until a grin spread across her matronly features. “We’ll do the room tour later. Right now we need to check on Qiyana and Nidalee. They might have completely lost their marbles by now.” Later that night, after several hours had passed and things had settled down, Sona found herself laying in bed, having the time of her life as she read K/DA’s announcement on all their social medias that they were splitting up with Seraphine for ‘creative differences’. She was genuinely surprised that they didn’t offer up the real reason they were terminating her contract with the band, but then again, who would even believe them? No one could possibly comprehend that the sweet, innocent, youthful star that was their newest member had become a rampant sex fiend seemingly overnight. And yet, as the Maven scrolled through each official page for the band, each news outlet covering the story, each talking head’s blog post on the subject, all she found were people showcasing support for her pet. Those crying foul play in her name; demanding justice for her removal from the band. Many had begun spinning batshit conspiracy theories that painted her as some sort of martyr.  And then she opened up Twitter. Bad choice. Always a bad choice. The various hashtags trending made her want to retch. A few of the most obnoxious ones were: #WeStandWithSera #K/DAisOverParty #SeraphineARMY #K/DALikesJeffBezos “No… no, no, no…” Sona whispered to herself, grimacing as she realized her miscalculation. From the beginning, she presumed that the vast majority of Seraphine’s fans were actually K/DA fans in disguise, and once she was gone from the band, they would want nothing to do with her. But the public outpouring of support proved her theory to be quite incorrect. They were sticking with her through thick and thin.  Considering that the Maven planned for Seraphine to never leave her estate again, that posed quite the problem. People would start asking questions, wondering where she was, poking around to find answers. Answers she could not afford to have revealed. Plus, her goal in all of this was to tear the Songstress down to bedrock. To strip away her entire livelihood. If the fans remained, then there was still more work to do. She wanted Seraphine to have nothing left but her and this mansion.  Fortunately, her pet’s brain was completely broken. She had an idea that would fix all of this. Another couple of hours later, as the sun began to rise in the morning, the Maven finally plopped herself into bed. She was hungry, had a headache, and was totally spent, but ultimately victorious. The fan situation had been rectified.  Turns out all she had to do was tell the Songstress to read aloud a little paragraph she’d personally written. All the while, she held her phone behind her back, secretly recording her voice. Of course, it wasn’t any usual piece of writing. Instead, the Maven had constructed quite a verbose set of text that centered around Seraphine’s hatred of her fans. Sona had gotten pretty colorful with the language, too. With all the time she spent despising the empty headed bottom feeders that worshipped the ground the singer walked on, it wasn’t exactly difficult to channel those feelings into text.  And, as expected, Seraphine read it out loud without question. Sona expected some sort of reaction, but the girl’s mind was so scrambled with sex and submission that she hadn’t the faintest idea of what was happening. Or, if she did, she simply did not care whatsoever. Regardless, Sona had her recording. A full three minute barnburner of Seraphine roasting her own dickass, pig-blooded, douchebaguette fans. A quick, anonymous call to the paparazzi later, and the audio had been leaked all over the internet within an hour. The Maven rolled to her side, checking Twitter again. This time she smiled. As she hoped, the outrage had swung the other way. Now the trending hashtags were: #KYSeraphine #SeraFRAUD #K/DAdidnothingwrong #Cringephine   The Maven turned her phone off and threw it aside, closing her eyes with a pearly grin plastered across her face. The job was finally over. The mission was complete. Now the only thing left was to write her report. She pulled a leathery journal off her night stand, the same one Seraphine had found under her bed earlier, titled the “Book of Sin”, and equipped a pen. This experience would make for a most interesting chapter... Book of Sin Sona’s Log 7/13/1003 AN 5:43 A.M. Some days are better than others. Some are worse. Most are somewhere in the middle. But every now and then, when the stars align just right, some days are so incomprehensibly gratifying that words cannot properly describe them. It took fifty-seven consecutive hours of sexual torture, but I have finally skinned Seraphine’s will down to the nerve and rebuilt her anew in my preferred image. And yet, this was not a journey of mere days, or weeks, or even months. This scheme was years in the making. Those who truly know me know that I am not cut from a forgiving cloth. I am petty, and spiteful, and prone to holding grudges against those who cross me. And none have crossed me more than Seraphine.  My music is my identity. It is the culmination of everything that makes me unique. Everything that defines my twenty-eight years of existence on this planet. Each note, a fragment of my soul. Each song, a shard of my life. To steal my music is to directly attack my personhood.  And I am not one to sit idly by when such things occur. Three years ago, at the beginning of it all, I attempted to settle this chicanery through the legal system. But the courts were worthless, bogged down with an endless assembly line of lawyers, all of which sought to represent the new rising star in pop music in hopes of becoming her full time attorney. That skinny broad was only twenty years of age then. Watching her youthful, vibrant face spout blatant lies and downright slander about my character and talents as a musician created a rage within me so bottomless that it still remains unquelled to this day.  Alas, the courts had failed me, peddling away my case into an unbreakable stalemate that eventually just… disappeared. Poofed into a frustrating nothingness where all sense of justice went to die. They made it clear that she would remain free to copy my style and capitalize off of my hard work.  My ego was bruised, but still unbowed.  I vowed revenge. If the legal system could not administer justice then I would simply have to procure it for myself. Above all else, I wanted to snuff out this simpering ember. What I needed most was information. Out went my feelers, seeking intel from my industry contacts, former managers, and trusted friends. Despite it all, most had nothing of value worth sharing. A common trend for people in the musical industry. But a few of my little birds sang an interesting song. All they knew were whispers. Rumors. Hearsay and conjecture. K/DA? Interested in her? Considering her as a potential new member in the coming years? Goldmine. Sure, I could have arranged for Morgana to aid me in kidnapping her immediately after the legal debacle. It would have been a lot easier, considering she had neither the massive fame nor extensive security detail that came with being a K/DA member. However, I knew that patience was not only my friend in this situation, but also my greatest weapon. Some call it a virtue, but I like to think of it as a dagger.  Seraphine was a rising star in the industry. That much was indubitable. But her fame had not yet reached its peak. She was still just an indie artist, after all. Joining K/DA would send her name to the stratosphere of stardom. All I had to do was wait. And wait I did, like a wolf buried chest deep in snow, freezing half to death as it starved for its first proper meal in god knows how long. I was the wolf, watching the rabbit dance before me, ears shifting constantly as it searched for dull roots hidden beneath thick blankets of white powder. I was the wolf, waiting stoically through aching hunger and biting cold for the rabbit to wander into its most vulnerable position, as rabbits often do.  She was on top of the world. A household name across all of Runeterra. A modern day queen.  I had waited patiently. Bided my time. Staved my hunger. Endured the cold.  Now I was ready to pounce.  What better time was there to reduce her to nothing more than a sniveling mess, groveling at my feet, than at the pinnacle of her fame? It was a story as old as time itself. David and Goliath. Beowulf and Grendel. Thor and Jörmungandr. We build skyscrapers so high because, deep down, we wish to see them fall.  Like the heroes of old, I can now say with confidence that I have felled the beast. Cut the screaming head of snakes from her body and replaced it with one that knows only pleasure and denial. Burned the witch on an ashen pyre of unwavering servitude to her one true master. I have achieved complete and total dominion over her mind, and yet, a small part of me is besieged by an acute sadness. A pin-prick of regret that comes from finishing one’s lengthy duty. I find that it is often the journey, not the destination, that brings us our brightest moments. And Alexander wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer, I suppose. Now that the path has been paved and there is time to gaze upon my work in retrospect, I can firmly conclude that the greatest aspect of my revenge against Seraphine does not lie in the constant state of tortuous arousal that she must henceforth undergo. It does not lie in her lifelong service of every whim and wish I can possibly fathom. It does not lie in her meteoric fall from fame and glory, burning every bridge she once had on the way down. No, all of those are merely lagniappe. Cherries atop the pie.  The greatest aspect of my revenge lies in her eagerness to do all of those things. That I have truly broken her mind. Bent her into a mindless creature that lives to serve. Removed from her all sense of self-preservation or personal advancement. Shackled her very soul under the heel of my boot. She has fallen victim to my deceitful wiles and sweet nothings. A believer of the false notion that I genuinely care about her. As if she is not just a rabbit, and I the wolf.  She once attacked my personhood.  So I took hers away. Fin

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Chapter 5 - Reunions and Interviews

After the performance ends, Nik's mother and sister embrace him, both shedding tears of joy as his mother kisses his cheek, which makes him blush. The King watches from the side with his arms folded in front of him. Vanessa, similarly, is being hugged by the two Viandi that were with the Royal family as they shed tears of joy. “Sister Vanessa! It's so good to see you alive and well! Did you wake mother and bring her here?” Vanessa smiles as tears of happiness falls from her cheeks as she hugs them both. “Yes. I managed to save her from some soldiers that were gonna take her away.” The two Viandi smile and lay their heads against her shoulders. Jack and Chen stay by Vanessa's side and just watch everything going on. The Queen pulls back and smiles as she looks into Nik's blue eyes. “It is so very good to see that you're alive, my son. But how is this possible? You were confirmed dead!” Nik is about to ask what she means when Vanessa clears her throat and he looks to her as the two Viandi continue hugging her. “The Great Mother revived him, your Highness. She spent about a month rebuilding his body.” Nik, the Queen, the Princess and even the King stare at Vanessa with wide eyes. The other people stare on in silence. The Queen finally speaks after a few moments of silence. “What? Is that true?” “That is correct, your Highness.” Everyone turns their attention to Liena, who is walking towards them down the hallway that had taken her to Siena's dressing room, Siena is at her side. “It greatly warms my heart to see so much happiness when one's child returns. Wouldn't her Highness agree?” The Queen nods and smiles. “I am most grateful to you for returning my son to life and bringing him back home, Great Mother.” Liena smiles and gently bows her head as she reaches them. “It was my pleasure. He was of great help to me and a very good student.” The Queen looks at Nik and then back to Liena in confusion. “Student?” Liena nods and smiles. “I have been teaching him how the Viandi fight and how to use the power he had laying dormant inside of him.” The Queen's and King's eyes widen and both stare at Nik, who smiles nervously. The Queen speaks after a few moments of awkward silence. “Is that so? I wasn't aware that he had any power inside of him.” Liena looks her in the eyes, her hazel eyes meeting the Queen's green eyes, and she smiles sweetly. “Yes. From the looks of things, I would have to say that he had inherited it from you, your Majesty.” The Queen's eyes widen as the King steps forward. “Ridiculous! I've watched this boy all his life and not once has he shown any signs of having power!” Liena looks the King in the eye and smiles. “Oh? Nik, dear, would you be so kind as to give your father a demonstration?” The King's eye twitches at how familiarly Liena speaks to Nik and is about to reprimand her when Nik speaks. “Yes, Liena.” The King and Queen both stare at Nik as he takes some metal scraps he had hidden in his pocket, and concentrates as he has a small emerald appear in his open hand. He focuses as power swirls around him as he levitates the metal pieces and the emerald out of his hands. He has the metal pieces merge together into a solid piece of metal in the shape of an oval locket. He then takes the emerald and sets it into the center of the metal locket, green colored lines etch themselves into the metal itself, taking the form of a bunny rabbit with the emerald hovering above its head. He then creates metal cords and fuse them together before putting them through a loop in the top of the locket and creates a hook and loop at the ends before it falls gently back into his hand. Nik takes a deep breath as sweat falls down his face and after a few moments he holds it up to Vanessa, who gasps as the other two Viandi step back and stare. “F-for me?” Nik nods and smiles as he puts it around her neck and she stares at it for a few moments before she hugs and kisses Nik passionately as people gasp. “Thank you! I love it so much!” Nik smiles and hugs her back. “Only the best for you, Vanessa.” Liena grins as Siena looks on in shock. “Well now, aren't you full of surprises? I know I didn't teach you to do that. Wherever did you get the idea from?” Nik shrugs and smiles sheepishly as everyone in the room stares at him. “It came to me in a dream.” Liena laughs as Siena stares at the locket around Vanessa's neck. “Is that right? How amusing!” Liena turns to the king and smiles. “Do you see, your Highness? He is extremely talented!” The King takes a few moments to collect his thoughts before he looks back at Liena. “Yes. It seems that he has a lot of potential.” Liena smiles and is about to say something when Chen and Jack run over to Siena. “Mother Siena!” Siena snaps out of her stupor and looks down at the two as they hug her and smiles. “Hello Chen and Jack. Did you two enjoy the performance?” They both nod and smile. Chen is the first to speak. “We got to sit with Prince Nikolas and Lady Vanessa!” Siena looks between them and Nik in confusion. “Oh? I thought it was strange that you two were sitting with him. How did that happen?” Nik speaks up as the two open their mouths. “Um, I caught a short man trying to lock them in a closet.” Siena's eyes widen and she looks down to the two kids who nod. “Mister Xavier tried to lock us in a closet, saying that he had plans for us. Then his Highness came and told the man to stop and that we could go and sit with him.” The King's, Queen's, Liena's and Siena's eyes all widen and Siena glares in the direction of Xavier's office. “Is that so? Stay right here, children. I'm gonna go have a word with Mister Xavier.” Siena takes a step and then stops and takes the time to bow to Nik. “Thank you for helping my children, your Highness. They mean the world to me.” Nik smiles and nods. “It was my pleasure. They are well behaved.” Liena looks at Siena with a frown. “I want to say 'don't do anything too drastic' but it seems that he's done this sort of thing before. I could hear quiet crying beneath the stage when I was singing with you.” Siena and everyone else stares at Liena, and then Siena speaks. “Is that so? Well I will leave that to you. As for not doing anything too 'drastic,' don't worry. I'm just gonna make it difficult for him to so much as get out of bed.” Liena winces. “Go get him, girl. Would love to talk to you afterwards so don't do anything that will get you taken away.” Siena smiles and then walks with purpose towards the owner's office. The Queen looks over at a pair of female guards who are standing nearby. “Go and make sure that she doesn't kill the man and also get some people under the stage to help whoever is trapped under there.” The two guards salute and set off after Siena, and call in some guards outside of the building to check on what is the source of the noises under the stage. Liena smiles and turns to the King. “It is getting pretty late. Tomorrow we can discuss the return of my children.” The King looks at his pocketwatch and sees that it's nearly midnight already. “Yes, I suppose you are correct. Then until tomorrow.” He turns and leaves the building while the Princess stands next to her mother. The Queen looks at Liena and then at the Viandi who are looking at Liena like sad kittens. She takes in a breath, closing her eyes and then opens them as she speaks a password. The collars and chains binding the Viandi fall to the ground with clangs. They look at their arms and legs in surprise and then stare at the Queen. The Queen turns and smiles at Liena. “For bringing my son back, I will ensure that no further harm comes to your children and have allowed the Viandi here to have their freedom.” Liena smiles and bows her head, and the other Viandi do that same. “I greatly appreciate your kindness, your majesty.” The Queen nods and smiles, then looks to Nik as he smiles. “Nik, dear. I will let you decide on whether you want to return or not. I know full well about what happened on Viandi and won't be angry if you choose to not return. All I want is for you to be happy.” Nik gasps and hugs her as she smiles. “Thank you, Mother. I'm honestly not sure if I want to come back yet or not.” The Queen smiles and hugs him close. “I understand, son. Take all the time you need. I will make sure your father understands.” Nik tenses as his anger builds again. “I'm not sure I can ever forgive him for what he's done or if I want to see him again.” The Queen nods sadly and kisses his cheek. “I know, son. What he did was unreasonably cruel. I have not forgiven him for it either and probably never will. You are free to make your own choices, just like you always wanted.” Nik nods and kisses his mother on the cheek and holds her for a little bit longer before he lets go. “See you tomorrow, Mother.” The Queen nods and smiles. “Sleep well, my son. Although...” She looks over to Vanessa, who hasn't stopped staring at Nik, her eyes filled with love. “Perhaps that will be difficult after that demonstration earlier.” Nik flushes a bright red as she giggles and walks away. The Princess hugs Nik tightly. “I don't want to be separated from you again, brother! It's been so painful without you here!” Nik hugs back and smiles. “I missed you too, Penny. I promise to come and see you as much as I can.” Penny cries softly as she holds onto him and then lets go and backs away. “You better or I will get you!” Nik smiles and nods before she turns and follows her mother. He turns to look at Liena and blinks as she is completely surrounded by the Viandi that were freed, who are all sobbing as she soothes them. She looks to him and smiles, which he returns. Vanessa walks over to him and hugs him and he hugs back. The people begin filtering out, some grumbling about losing their slaves and some happy to see so many touching moments. Siena returns shortly after, followed by the guards who are carrying a badly beaten and unconscious Xavier out of the building in cuffs. Following them is a group of about fifty children, who are starving and dirty, all have lines on their faces from their eyes that clearly show that they were crying a lot, being led by a group of guards. Nik walks over to them and has the guards leading the children stop. The children all stop and stare at him as he concentrates and creates several baskets of fruit for the children. Their eyes light up and thank him happily as they eat hungrily. The guards smile and nod at him and begin leading the children outside after he smiles back at them. Nik turns and walks back over to Vanessa and looks at Liena. “So, shall we return to the ship, Captain?” Liena smiles and nods. “Yes, tonight is gonna be busy with making sure everyone is healed, cleaned and fed before putting them to bed.” Nik smiles and gives a curt nod. “I will do everything I can to help.” Liena giggles as she looks at Vanessa, who has returned to hugging Nik. “We will just have to see about that.” He tilts his head with a puzzled look on his face but Liena just giggles. “You'll see soon enough.” He sighs and turns his head towards Siena and blinks as she has picked up Chen and Jack who are fast asleep in her arms. Siena smiles. “I should return to the orphanage to make sure the children are all asleep.” Liena frowns but nods. “Then I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow before I get you in my bed.” Liena wiggles her eyebrows and grins lewdly to which Siena laughs as the Viandi, Vanessa and Nik look on in confusion.. “Yeah, I guess we will have to put a rain check on that. Have a good night, babe.” Liena giggles and slaps Siena's ass as she walks by, to which she smiles. “Sleep well, sweet cheeks.” Siena giggles as she walks out the door. Nik looks at Liena, who shrugs and grins. “What? Did I ever say that I was into just men?” Nik shakes his head and smiles. “No, I guess not.” As they exit the building, a woman dressed in a light blue suit and has a medium sized blue skirt walks up to them. “Excuse me, Prince Nikolas! I'm Amelia Sone with the Gohd's news company. May I ask you some questions?” The woman has spaghetti like blonde hair with purple eyes and perky lips, a slender jaw, she has a modest bust and a petite butt. She's holding a strange, small, metal object that is in the shape of a rectangle. Nik blinks at the woman. “Um, sure.” Amelia smiles and presses a button on her little device. A medium sized droid floats by her side and activates its light and a red dot begins blinking. Amelia faces the bot and begins speaking into the device in her hand. “I'm here at the Gohd's concert hall with Prince Nikolas who was, until today, believed to be dead.” Amelia turns to Nik as Vanessa still holds onto him. “Prince Nikolas. How is it that you have come back from the dead and returned to us so quickly?” She points the device to Nik and he clears his throat. “The Great Mother, Liena, revived me and brought me here aboard her ship, The Flying Dutchess.” Nik raises a hand to indicate Liena who smiles and waves. Amelia's eyes widen as she looks at her and points the device to herself as she looks back to Nik. “That's incredible! And who is this woman that clings to you so tightly?” Amelia points the device to him again and he blushes. “This is Vanessa, one of the Seven Honorable Ladies of the Viandi and....my lover.” Amelia's eyes widen in shock as she stares at the blushing Vanessa. “L-lover? One of the Seven Honorable Ladies? From what I understand that means that you are one of the Great Mother's daughters and basically a princess in your own right!” Vanessa shyly nods as she clings to Nik and Liena laughs which has the camera and Amelia turn to her. “That is correct. Though I would like to correct his majesty on one thing. Vanessa is your wife now.” Both Amelia and Nik stare at Liena in surprise. “What?” Liena tilts her head and looks at Nik with a smile. “What? Did no one tell you that Viandi create a locket to signify marriage? Although normally, it's the bride who makes it.” Liena points at the locket that is hanging around Vanessa's neck and Vanessa blushes even more. Nik looks at the locket and then back at Liena. “I wasn't aware of that but.....I'm ok with it.” Vanessa jerks her head to look up at Nik, her eyes lighting up. “R-really?” Nik nods and smiles. “Of course. I love you, Vanessa.” Vanessa sheds tears of joy and kisses him as Amelia stares wide eyed and her jaw drops. After about a minute, Vanessa breaks the kiss. “I love you too!” Liena giggles, which snaps Amelia out of her stupor and she decides to turn her attention to Liena instead. She points the microphone to herself as the droid turns to Liena. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions, Great Mother of the Viandi?” Liena looks to Amelia and smiles as Amelia points the device to her. “Call me Liena, dear. And yes, ask away.” Amelia points the device to herself. “How do you feel to see one of your daughters married to a human male after what happened between the two races?” Liena smiles. “I am overjoyed that such a thing can still happen after such a horrible event. Though don't mistake that I am not furious with the humans for what they did, however I know that the Prince is not like the others. He was one of the few that tried to stop the war from happening.” Amelia points the microphone to herself. “You speak as if you were there but, from the Viandi that I have spoken to before, you were said to be inside a casket of crystal in an eternal slumber. How do you know about what he had done?” She points the microphone to Liena again who smirks. “I am aware of all things that have happened on the planet of Viandi for I am connected to not only the Guardian Spirits but to each of my Viandi children. I have felt what they felt, suffered what they have suffered and seen what they have seen.” Amelia's eyes fill with curiosity as she points the microphone to herself again. “Fascinating! How is such a thing possible and what can you tell me of the Guardian Spirits?” Liena gives an amused grin as the microphone is pointed to her again. “I have a special link with all of my children that can never be broken. As for the Guardian Spirits, their purpose is to protect the Viandi from outside forces that mean to harm them, such as asteroids and, to some extent, can lead the Viandi who have wandered into a dangerous place out to safety.” Amelia shakes her head in amazement as she points the microphone to herself again. “Astounding! So they act like a Guardian Angel? One that looks out for people who are in danger?” Liena gives a slight nod and Amelia continues. “That is amazing! Now, according to his and her majesty a little while ago, you appeared on stage with Miss Siena. How did that happen?” Liena smirks. “Well, funnily enough, one of the staff members mistook me for her and pulled me all the way to her dressing room. She and I had a good laugh on how men don't pay enough attention to our eyes or clothes. It was a lot of fun to sing with her on stage.” Amelia smirks and nods. “It sounds like you two got really close in such a short time.” Liena nods and grins wider. “Yes, in fact we talked about hanging out tomorrow and getting closer after I meet with his majesty.” Amelia blinks. “You plan to meet with Miss Siena tomorrow?” Liena keeps her wide smile and gives a curt nod. “Yes, we have a lot in common. Great looks, a love for singing, a fierce protection of our children.” Amelia tilts her head a bit and then gasps. “Are you talking about the owner of this concert hall leaving terribly beaten and in cuffs followed by about fifty children?” Liena nods. “Yes. If Siena was a Viandi, she'd be a tiger with how fiercely she reacted to that man trying to lock her children in a closet.” Amelia smiles. “A tiger momma, eh? A tiger momma that defends?” Liena giggles and shakes her head as she raises her hand and makes a clawing motion. “Oh no. Tiger momma no defend. She attack! Rawr!” Amelia giggles as she nods. “I see. Well it's good to hear that justice was served tonight. Hopefully the parents of those children will be overjoyed to have them home.” Liena nods. “I'm sure they will. It's always good to see a happy outcome to some things.” Amelia agrees and continues. “Now you said that you were planning to meet with his majesty tomorrow?” Liena nods and smiles. “Yes. I plan on discussing having my children returned to me.” Amelia nods. “Word is that you are the strongest of all the Viandi. Couldn't you just take them back by force? Why go through the trouble of talking about getting them back?” Liena frowns and sighs. “Honestly I would love to tear every human that has caused my children pain apart for what they have done. However that would make me just as bad, if not, worse than humans. We Viandi prefer peace over war. More than enough blood has been spilled over such this. Far too much.” Amelia nods in agreement. “Yes, war is a very ugly thing.” Liena sighs. “Yes, it is a very ugly thing. I would love to hear his majesty's justification for starting a war with my children when they had done nothing to warrant it.” Amelia stares at Liena for a moment. “You don't know? His majesty claimed that you were the Great Destroyer.” Liena blinks and gives her head a little shake as Nik and the other Viandi all stare. “What? The Great Destroyer? You mean the one that destroyed your home planet, Earth?” Amelia nods and Liena shakes her head. “No. I am not the Great Destroyer. I have killed in the wars on the planet that the Viandi came from but I did not destroy our planet and I didn't destroy Earth. His majesty must be mistaken.” Liena opens her mouth to keep going when she notices that a long, flying black car with a low ceiling, had parked next to them while the interview was going on. “It looks like our ride is here. Are we done? I have a lot of hungry mouths to feed and a lot of children to clean and heal.” Amelia blinks and looks at the Viandi waiting. “That does remind me, why do you have so many Viandi with you now?” Liena simply smiles. “Her majesty set them free as a show of gratitude for bringing her son back to life and brought him back here.” Amelia smiles. “Her majesty is most kind. I do have more questions but I won't keep you.” Liena smiles. “If you want to talk more, I am docked at D23. Come by anytime you like.” Amelia nods and turns the to the camera. “This has been Amelia Song of Gohd's news signing off. I hope you enjoyed this very interesting interview with his majesty Prince Nikolas and the Great Mother of the Viandi, Liena. Thank you and goodnight.” She turns the camera off and turns back to Liena, giving a slight bow. “Thank you for you time, Liena.” Liena smiles and nods. “Have a good night, Amelia.” She starts ushering the Viandi and Nik into the car and it takes off for the ship.

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Chapter 1 - Scouting Undercover

Scouting Undercover Eari trotted into the cave her contact had pointed out to her. Nazjatar had thus far been an incredibly unaccommodating visit for the Draenei monk and she couldn't wait to get her hooves back on dry land. She ran her hands down her skintight leather armor to smooth it, an unnecessary and meaningless habit she had developed as an apprentice and one that she had never been able to rid herself of. She kicked the lifeless corpse of a Zoatroid out of her path as she stepped into the damp cave, eager to get this assignment over with. "Ah, Eari, so glad you could come on such short notice. I have heard tale of your exploits and am grateful someone of such repute could assist us on this sensitive mission." Eari rolled her eyes at the obsequious tone. "I am here to help, in any way I can. The messenger was very discreet though and I hope you can do a better job explaining what the plan is." Adaru rubbed his hands together anxiously and glanced to his left at another pile of Zoatroid corpses. "We have been having great difficulty keeping tabs on the inner workings of the Naga here, and all of our covert operatives have been captured and made into 'mind-shackled' by these disgusting creatures. We need your help both infiltrating their base camp and finding information regarding the last Alliance hero we sent in. She has not reported in two days and we are concerned she may have been compromised." Eari listened to his tale, never taking her eyes from the pile of alien looking corpses. Unconsciously she ran her hands down her armor again, her unwittingly sensuous movements attracting the attention of Adaru. His gaze lingered on her pert breasts, encased in the form-fitting leather, her taut stomach, and overwhelmingly curvaceous ass before he shook himself from his reverie and waited for her response. "I take it you have a plan?" "Well, yes... that is where my hesitation stems from. You see, the only way we've been able to insert operatives into the Naga camp has been by using slain Zoatroids as a disguise. The Naga place Zoatroids on their prisoners and the Zoatroid somehow manipulates the minds of their victims into serving their masters. By putting a Zoatroid corpse on your head you should be able to pose as a mind-shackled and escape notice as you navigate their base." Eari didn't like the sound of putting one of those disgusting creatures atop her head, dead or not, but she could see no alternative. The Naga base camp was too well guarded for a frontal assault and she was not a master of deception even in the best circumstances. She swallowed nervously, nothing in her monk training had prepared her for this, still she steeled her nerves and nodded her head, the glow of her eyes dimming ever so slightly as she squinted at the pile of Zoatroids, trying to determine the least offensive corpse to claim. With no better guidance than her gut intuition, she picked one of the smaller tentacled creatures and made her way for the Naga camp. Adaru called out to her as she left, "one last thing, hero! Should you find a gnome that goes by the name Shivr, please do your best to retrieve her. She has invaluable information regarding the Naga's inner workings and if she were to fall into the hands of the Naga all might be lost." *** Eari peered from the corner of her hiding spot at the guards posted outside the camp. Sure enough, each Naga guard had an Alliance slave attending them with a Zoatroid perched atop their head. They stood perfectly motionless, devoted to their task with the utmost obedience. Another reason for Eari's reticence about the mission was her personal... fetish. As a monk, she had spent her entire life seeking control. Control of her mind, control of her body, control of her spirit. The concept of giving up control entirely was intoxicating. She bit her lip and stuffed her hand between her thick thighs, the heat radiating through her armor was palpable. After several deep breaths, she closed her eyes and calmed her mind, her steel will forcing her horniness into a tiny corner of her mind so she could perform the mission without distraction. Taking the corpse of the Zoatroid in both hands, she placed it atop her head, arranging the limp tentacles in such a way as to mimic the slaves she had seen, and also secure the creature to her head. Adopting what she imagined to be the most lifeless stance possible, she shuffled her way towards the entrance. Lifelessly, yet with purpose, she walked through the gate and into the den of snakes. Thankfully, neither guard called out to her or indeed took any special notice of her as she trudged her way determinedly inward to where she imagined the slave quarters might be. This close to the seat of Lady Vashj's power, a faint hum, almost like static, could be heard faintly. It sounded almost as if it were coming from inside her head, the magic was so powerful. With each enthralled slave she passed the dampness between her legs grew. Eari was positive that she would be dripping a trail before she was done here. The occasional monotone voice droned, like mental conditioning to turn up her libido. The hum of the magic like trance-inducing white noise. She forced her lust back into the corner of her mind with great effort, dismissing her earlier fantasies as just that: fantasy. The hum was just a hum, the monotone voice just a normal voice hijacked by Zoatroid influence. Still, she couldn't deny that her fantasies were becoming more distracting than she had initially imagined they might. "I have to get out of here quickly before I lose my mind for real," she muttered under her breath. It took the better part of an hour before she finally found what she was looking for. The slave quarters. In reality they were just a series of hastily erected tents towards the back of the camp, kept under close guard by Naga Myrmidon and free-floating Zoatroid alike. She bit her lip, her face tendrils squirming nervously. What if the Zoatroids noticed their comrade atop her head was dead? She had not planned for running into un-attached Zoatroids. The static hum in the back of her mind rose in intensity, her submissive desires rising to the forefront of her subconscious once again, threatening to overwhelm her and deliver her right into the waiting hands of the Naga. Maybe she should just give herself up and accept the yoke of the tentacled aliens like a good little Draenei slave. She had heard tale of a slave harem on her way here and the idea of throwing away her old life with the Alliance in favor of becoming a slut for the Naga thrilled her to the core. Eari shook her head, squashing the invasive thoughts with impunity. Once she was out of this forsaken underwater hell she would throw herself at the nearest stud with abandon, but until then she had a duty to the Alliance, and in fact the world. She rearranged the dead Zoatroids tentacles around her neck. They had shifted almost imperceptibly over the course of her undercover infiltration and she needed her cover to be as perfect as possible before she walked into the slave quarters. A faint tingle ran through her fingers as she moved the tentacles into position, her nerves getting the better of her briefly before her impossible resolve reasserted itself. With single-minded purpose she stepped forward, attempting the same brazen strategy that had worked for her thus far: look like you belong. Through no intention of her own, her hips swayed seductively, tail twitching as her hooves carried her steadfastly deeper and deeper into enemy territory. Her nipples were hard as diamonds now, the proximity to mind-controlled oblivion driving her subconscious libido into overdrive. Her earlier thoughts about dripping a trail behind her indeed proving true, as slowly one drop of liquid lust slid its way out from under her skintight bikini-like leather bottoms to hang precipitously between her thighs. First one drop, then a second. Then a veritable flood as she crossed into the tented area without being apprehended. She didn't dare look behind her, but she could have sworn she felt the gaze of each un-attached Zoatroid follow her with interest. From a passing conversation she had had with one of the other slaves, she had indeed learned of a gnome named Shivr that had been found attempting to funnel Naga weapons out of the camp. Her source had mentioned that Shivr had been relegated to that most dangerous area: the harem. Un-attached Zoatroids floated around every corner, moving from one slave to the other with no apparent rhyme or reason. Their presence served only to raise the stakes even higher. There would be no escape from here if she were discovered, this many Zoatroids would be impossible to avoid before one latched onto her. Before one wriggled its way into her mind and forced her to her knees. Before making her succumb to her innermost desires. Before driving every thought of resistance out of her soft and pliant brain. Before her indomitable will and resolve drooled from her cunt like a good little Naga slut. This close to Lady Vashj's palace the static hum was deafening, but hopefully for the last time Eari tempered her will into an adamantine weapon and pressed on. Her legs carried her towards the harem with a mind of their own, each clop of her hooves resounding in her mind and helping to focus her on her goal. Her armored bottoms squelched with each step, glistening juices trailing down her thighs. Her nipples cut into her top like diamonds, pointing the way forward. Eari paused before the tent-flap leading into the harem. She was so close to her goal, once she got Shivr she could finally make her way out of here. She took another breath, readjusted the tentacles strewn about her head and pulled the heavy tent-flap to the side to the sounds of moans and cries of passion barely heard over the overwhelming magic hum. What greeted her eyes was an orgy of indescribable depravity. Slaves of every race sucked, fucked, rode and were ridden by Naga. Across every surface, horizontal or otherwise lounged nubile female bodies in various states of undress. To her surprise, some slaves had no Zoatroid perched in squiggly wonder on their heads, but their sightless eyes and dreamy expressions gave them away for the lust-addled and mind-broken whores that they were. She cast about the room for her target briefly before realizing she was horrifically overdressed to be here as a slave. Forcing her shaking fingers into action, she stripped her armor as quickly as she dared without giving up her cover. The clasp at her back gave her some trouble before a set of helping hands unbuckled it for her. Without saying a word she dropped her leather bikini to the lushly carpeted floor and stepped out of it, her pussy throbbing in time to the hum in her head and quivering in the cool air. Drops of lust fell to the floor between her legs as she turned to regard her aide. Impaled atop a massive Myrmidons cock was the naked form of Shivr. No Zoatroid graced her head, giving Eari's eyes easy access to the diminutive gnome's sex-crazed expression. "Don't worry monk, you'll looooove it here! Eeek!" Shivr's ecstatic greeting was cut off by a particularly powerful thrust from the Myrmidon whose cock distended her tiny stomach. The bubble-gum pink haired gnome's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her tongue lolled lewdly from her mouth, drool dribbling down her chest and running in rivulets all the way from her small but perky breasts to join the mess of fluids gushing from her cock-stuffed cunt. The only piece of clothing adorning the former operative's body was a thin silver collar around her neck, a Naga pearl pulsing ominously at her throat. Eari found her gaze draw to the pearl, captured by its beauty and the hypnotice swirls of color cascading off its iridescent surface. Having finally regained her senses, Shivr reached out to Eari between bucks of the Myrmidons hips. "I see your Zoatroid has been sleeping for a while, don't worry. I can wake him up for you." The sentence sparked panic in the monk's slipping mind, alarms blaring and bubbling to the surface of her consciousness. "Asleep?!" she mumbled, her half-monotone voice tinged with fear, but also anticipation. "Oh yeah, asleep! Duh, that was my idea hehehe!" the gnome giggled as she poked and prodded at the slumbering creature on Eari's head. "After my master caught me and fucked my silly little brain into submission I told him how agents had been sneaking into the camp and came up with this great way to lay a trap for them. I put the Zoatroids to sleep with a little chemical concoction I put together and then once the spies are lured to me I wake them up and let them take over their hosts mind." Eari struggled to pull her gaze from the pearl in front of her, her hands feebly grasping at Shivr's as she felt the Zoatroid on her head stir from its slumber. Were her half-hearted attempts to dislodge it due to the pearl? The magical hum? The Zoatroid's muted presence on her head? Or... was it just her damnable fetish rearing its ugly head again. She could hardly tell. She hardly cared. The hum's insistence somehow grew even louder, drowning out every other thought with its pink haze. The pearl's thrumming colors consuming her entire view. The heady incense flooding the harem overpowering her nose. With only her sense of touch left to her, she could feel every shift and squirm of the awakening Zoatroid. Its tentacles shifting and searching for her ears. One enterprising tendril slithering into her mouth, prompting her befuddled mind to set her to sucking on it. "There, there Eari... you'll thank me for this soon enough!" Somewhere in the recesses of her brain, Eari found herself wondering how Shivr knew her name, but it was at that exact moment that one of the Zoatroids tentacles found the entrance to her ear and wriggled its way inside, flattening and twisting as it went. The alien sensation was enough to shake her from her trance and lucidity returned to her. She looked into Shivr's eyes, her pupils dilated with adoration. She had known it would come to this, deep down. She knew that this mission would be her undoing. The odds had been too stacked against her. Why had she continued then? What possible purpose could she have had in taking on this impossible feat? As her hands dropped to her sides, as the tentacle wormed its way into her head and pressed insistently up against the squishy surface of her brain, as she gave up all pretense of resistance, as her thighs quivered in anticipation, she knew. Her hands moved up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her lips curled into a devious smile. Her tail wrapped under her body and flicked teasingly at her clit. Her glowing eyes dimmed with unbridled lust. "Because I'm a good little Naga slut..." she whispered just before she lost herself again. Her Zoatroid's tentacles finally found purchase in her pliant brain matter, fucking her thoughts into oblivion. With every squeeze of her naive little mind, she could feel her vaunted willpower being subverted. Her precious steel-resolve giving in to this final, depraved fantasy. Her tail thrust whole-heartedly into her velvety cunt, her head drooped to watch her tail fuck her body in tandem with the Zoatroid fucking her mind. She watched as her silly little Alliance brain drooled out of her pussy, coating her tail liberally before she pulled it out and, with a wicked grin, shoved it between her tight ass-cheeks. Lubricated as it was with her sanity, she had no trouble in impaling herself on almost a foot of her own tail. She threw her head back and moaned, the exhale of breath carrying with it her last vestiges of pride. Shivr looked on as the once proud monk debased herself gleefully where she had fallen to her knees on the floor of the Naga harem. "Yes, yes you are a good little Naga slut. Now let's fill the good little slut's holes with Naga cock until she doesn't need a Zoatroid master anymore... just like me." Eari couldn't respond, her brain having leaked out onto the ground long ago. She simply drooled over her chest. Her face tendrils twitching and writhing in time with the tentacles in her ears. Her tail pumping away furiously in her luscious ass. Her needy cunt throbbing and squeezing in neglect. Her entire body shuddered and convulsed in the most powerful orgasm of her life and with one final, explosive squirt of girlcum from her slave-cunt it was over. There was nothing left. She was a good little Naga slut... forever.

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Chapter 10 - Preparations

Liena lands the double decker bus at the gates of the ship and opens the doors. She uses her power to split the seat that Nik and Ariadne are sitting on apart and smiles back at the Viandi sitting behind her. “Alright girls. I'm gonna drop you all off here. There is someone I want to pick up and I don't want to drag you girls everywhere with me.” The women all nod but cast a curious glance at Nik and Ariadne before they exit the bus and walk towards the ship. Vanessa is there to meet them, and the four Viandi that were in the throne room run up and hug her, which she returns and then leads them all inside. The seat that Nik and Ariadne are sitting on comes back together as the doors of the bus closes and it takes off. Nik turns to Liena to say something, when he feels a pair of hands unzip his pants and he looks over at Ariadne. He opens his mouth to say something but she presses her light blue lips against his in a hot kiss as she pulls out his cock and starts giving it a stroke as Liena giggles. “Don't worry. No one can see or hear what goes on in here, and it is gonna be an hour before we reach our destination. So feel free to have some fun.” Ariadne lets out a happy moan as she climbs on top of Nik, her beach ball sized breasts squishing against his chest as her dark gray skin glistens in the sunlight that comes through the windows. Her two lower arms reach down and move her panties to the side, revealing her soaking wet pussy as it quivers in excitement, and then she proceeds to rub it against his quickly hardening shaft. Nik gasps as she slides his hard cock deep inside of her in one movement, causing her pussy to spasm in orgasm as she moans into Nik's mouth. Ariadne breaks the kiss as she pants happily as her legs weaken from the pleasure. “Aaaaah, I've waited so long to have this cock inside me again. You're horrible for making me wait so long, Nik.” Liena smirks as handholds appear above Ariadne's head, who looks up and grins before taking firm hold with her upper two arms, as her lower arms grab onto Nik's shoulders for support. With a grunt, she lifts herself up, making his cock slowly slide out while her pussy squeezes it tightly all the way to the tip before she slams back down, making her ass slap against his thighs and causing her body to shiver from orgasm as he grunts. She continues to do this motion for a few thrusts before Nik grabs her ass and starts thrusting in time with her, causing her breasts to bounce up inside of her dress. She gasps and moans loudly as he overpowers her as the tip of his cock hits the entrance of her womb over and over and over again. Her arms get weak and are about to let go when the handholds turn into hands and grab her wrists, as an invisible force has her continue to ride him. She looks over at Liena, who grins as she licks her lips as the invisible force undoes Ariadne's dress from the top and lets her breasts fly freely in front of Nik's face. Nik notices that Ariadne's breasts are lactating milk, and he wraps his lips around one of her nipples and continues to thrust deep inside her as she squeaks and moans louder. Her six red eyes roll up along with her pink eyes as hearts form in them and her body trembles from one orgasm after another and her tongue starts to hang out limply. Nik switches to her other breast and starts to drink as he thrusts inside one final time and holds shooting his hot load into her womb, causing her stomach to expand. She throws her head back and screams as another intense orgasm rocks through her body. As her womb fills with his seed, she trembles as the pleasure starts to subside and Nik finishes drinking the milk from her other breast. The handholds release her arms and she slouches against Nik, panting heavily. Nik takes long, deep breaths and then lets her fall gently to her side onto the soft seats as she slides off of his cock and his cum starts leaking out of her pussy. He catches his breath and then he notices a wet sound coming from behind him. He looks back to see Liena sitting in the driver seat of the bus, leather pants hanging off of one leg and fingering her pussy underneath her panties, her eyes glazed over in lust and pleasure. Nik starts to panic and moves over to her to try to snap her out of it. He looks at the controls and notices that the bus is in auto-pilot mode and lets out a quiet snort as he realizes that she put the bus in auto-pilot so that she could masturbate. He gently moves her panties to the side as she continues to finger herself, still not noticing him in front of her as she pants like a bitch in heat. He lines his hardening cock with her pussy and waits for the perfect moment, when her fingers slip out and are about to go back in, he thrusts in all the way to the hilt. Liena's eyes widen as she lets out a loud gasp and her body trembles in orgasm as she snaps out of her stupor to see Nik looking into her eyes with a smirk. “N-nik?!” “Hello, Liena.” Nik slowly pulls out and slams back in, making her throw her head back. She screams as another orgasm rocks through her body as Nik thrusts all the way inside again at a faster pace. Nik smiles as he takes hold of her ass, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and pulls her halfway off the seat as he continues to slam deep inside her, making her body spasm. He leans forward and kisses her hard on the lips, making her moan happily into his mouth as he dominates her tongue and she wraps her legs around his waist as her arms grab hold of the back of her seat. Nik twirls his tongue around hers, rubbing it in all the right places that causes her eyes to roll up as the pleasure inside her mounts higher and higher. He takes in her orange-blackberry taste as he thrusts faster and repeatedly hits the entrance to her womb as her hands slip off of the seat's back and she wraps her arms around his neck as she moans louder into his mouth. He lifts her up and holds onto her plump ass as her breasts rub through her shirt against his chest. Nik thrusts in one final time and holds as he shoots his hot load directly into her womb as her eyes roll up and she orgasms as she screams into his mouth as her stomach bloats up to the point where she appears to be nine months pregnant. Nik breaks the kiss and looks into her red eyes as she pants and lets out a low moan as she smiles lewdly. “You.....you're getting better, Nik.” Nik smiles as he pulls out slowly and gently sits her down on her chair. Before he can get too far, she grabs his dick and pulls him over so that his cock is in front of her face. She smirks and takes the whole thing to the base down her throat as she sucks and licks along his hard shaft, making him gasp. His cock tingles from the sensitivity as she pulls back and releases it with a pop, completely clean. Nik undoes the buckles holding her breasts in her shirt and opens it before he leans down and starts sucking her dark orange nipples, drinking her milk as she moans. “Mm....that feels nice.” She thinks a moment and then looks down at Nik. “I think you should go talk to your mother. I noticed that there was something wrong with her while we were walking into the palace.” Nik stops sucking and looks up at her, worry in his eyes. He thinks a moment and then sits up and buckles his pants back up. “Send me back to the palace, Liena.” Liena smiles and nods. “Very well, Nik. I will see you at the ship.” Nik nods, and then Liena uses her power to teleport him away. A man drives quickly through flying traffic, nearly hitting several vehicles as people all around scream in fear and anger. The man has a rather large build, and is fat and balding with graying hair. He's wearing blue overalls and a simple button up white shirt that has sweat stains all over it. A spiffy blue jacket lays crumpled in the passenger seat next to him. The man curses under his breath before he begins speaking angrily to himself as he dodges another flying vehicle. “Damn that Amelia! Stupid bitch just had to release that recording to the public! His majesty ordered me to not have that recording released! Now it is my head that is gonna roll! I have to quickly get my family out of the city before he finds them!” The man arrives at a rather lush looking house that resembles a Victorian home with white walls and pillars of marble holding up a stone awning above the entrance. He quickly parks by the entrance and rushes inside. “Honey! Quickly pack your things and come outside! We have to leave!” He looks around as it is deathly quiet and quickly rushes upstairs towards the bedroom that he and his wife share. He bursts through the wooden double doors angrily and shouts. “DID YOU HEAR ME?! WE HAVE TO.....” His eyes widen in shock as he sees a woman that looks to be in her mid-fifties with white hair done up in a bun and wearing a long purple dress lying dead on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Standing behind her is a hideous creature that is about seven feet tall and is nothing but skin and bones. The creature has flesh missing in various places and strange spikes jutting out of various parts of its arms, legs and shoulders and has long, terrifying claws. The creature's eyes are solid white, and it has bare teeth that are covered in blood. The man screams in horror as he quickly backs away out the door and turns to run away, but the creature quickly catches up to him and digs its sharp claws into the man's flesh as he lets out a howl of pain. The man screams, and then is silenced as the creature rips out his throat. Outside, a squadron of soldiers led by Captain Nia stand at attention as a golden flying limo parks in the driveway. The window at the back of the vehicle opens revealing Theo Ragnburg. The soldiers salute and the King waves and looks at Captain Nia. “Begin the extermination of the creature inside.” Nia salutes and leads her soldiers inside the building. After a few tense moments, there are gunshots and shouts and a horrifying sound from a creature not of this world as an intense fight takes place inside the building. Soon the sounds of battle die down and the soldiers exit the building, some limping out from wounds that appear to have been done by claws. Nia approaches the golden limo again and salutes to Theo. “Mission accomplished, sir! The creature has been dealt with!” Theo nods. “Good work, Captain. Have your men looked after, and then go home for the remainder of the day to rest.” Nia bows. “Yes, your majesty! Thank you for your kindness!” Theo closes the window and looks toward the driver's window at the other end of the vehicle. “To the McGregor facility.” The driver gives an affirmative and takes off, heading deeper into the city. 'Ten thousand creatures will not be enough to weaken the Great Destroyer. I will need to release all of the experiments to make sure he is thoroughly weakened. They are of no use now, anyway.' Liena's double decker bus lands in front of an old building that looks like it was once a church, but now serves the purpose of a makeshift orphanage. The building is rather simple and made up of red bricks. It has an arched roof and double wooden doors. It has a symbol of a circle that is broken into several pieces above the door. Some of the stained glass windows have holes in them, ruining the pictures on them of men and women bowing before a glowing being and a destroyed planet behind it. Various construction vehicles surround the building, making it difficult to enjoy the green scenery that surrounds the building. Ariadne looks around at the beautiful countryside with tall grass and wild flowers. “This place is quite beautiful. It almost reminds me of home.” Liena looks around and smiles. “Yes. It does look much like how our home did.” Ariadne looks at Liena and frowns. “Are you really planning on letting Nik fight with you against such dangerous creatures?” Liena looks Ariadne in the eyes and frowns as she shakes her head. “No. I don't want him anywhere near such terrible creatures. I do have a plan on how to stop him but he will be quite upset with me afterwards.” Ariadne nods. “I'm sure he will, but at least he will be safe.” Liena smiles and nods. “Yes.” Ariadne looks at the former church in front of them and frowns at the machines surrounding it. “Such a beautiful place shouldn't have such ugly machines surrounding it. Why are those things here?” Liena looks at the images on the stained glass windows and frowns before she looks at the double wooden doors at the front of the former church. “Let's go find out.” Liena begins walking towards the entrance and Ariadne follows behind her. As they get close, she raises a hand and the doors open with a creak, revealing the broken down pews and make-shift desks within. They see that in the center of the room stands an altar on a raised platform. At the back of the altar stands a statue of a man with clawed gauntlets, and armor that looks to be a sort of breastplate, with spikes on the shoulder pads. In his hands he holds two sabers. The man has a menacing smile with sharp teeth, and his eyes are slits like a dragon's, filled with hate. Liena smirks at the statue as she and Ariadne walk into the room. “Well, this is an amusing sight. Is this what people imagined the Great Destroyer had looked like? They certainly went all out to make him look as evil and as terrifying as they could.” Ariadne opens her mouth to speak, when a giggle comes from a doorway to the right of the altar and a woman steps out. The woman is around 6'1” with breasts the size of melons and an ass the size of a pumpkin, her lips are full and a shade of purple. She has a light tan and her eyes are Blue and Orange. The nun outfit she wears hugs her curves deliciously as she looks at the two visitors. “That is correct, Liena. People were so afraid of the Great Destroyer's power that they made him as terrifying as possible.” Liena looks to Siena and giggles. “I thought as much. Good morning, Siena. You look great in that outfit.” Siena giggles as she walks over to the two and gives Liena a hug. “Thank you. But I bet you wanted to say something like, 'It would look better crumpled on my bedroom floor.' Correct?” Liena laughs as she returns the hug and grips Siena's ass. “Oh absolutely it would! Though I think I'll let you wear it for a little while before that happens!” Siena giggles as she lets out a slight moan and grips Liena's ass in return. “Mm....careful. The Gods might smite you.” Liena grins as she grips Siena's ass more aggressively, making the woman gasp and moan lightly. “I'd love to see them try to smite me, O' naughty nun.” Ariadne watches the two women flirting and teasing each other and imagines them dancing around the pole in the break room while singing for Nik. She hears Liena giggle in her mind. 'That does sound like a fun thing to do on his birthday tomorrow.' Ariadne blinks as she stares at Liena. '...H-how did you know it was going to be his birthday tomorrow?' Liena giggles as she rubs against Siena, making her blush. 'His mother was thinking about what to get him for his birthday.' “Um, mother Siena?” Siena gasps and pushes Liena away as she looks to the room she came from to see a woman that looks similar to Cait, hefting a rather large dark green duffel bag. “We're all packed and ready to leave.” The woman, that resembles cait, is five feet and two inches tall stands in the doorway. Her skin is of a pale or light peach tone, she has a slim, athletic build, small watermelon sized breasts and a petite ass. Her eyes are a deep green and her hair is short and gray with bangs over her forehead with a light blue highlight on the center one. She has gray ears like those of a gray cat and a big, bushy wolf tail. She wears a long, white sweatshirt with blue edging on the front pockets and along the bottom of the sweatshirt. Blue lines go from the top of the sweatshirt to just above her front pocket, going just over her breasts. Underneath the sweatshirt she wears a light blue T-shirt and light gray short shorts. Light blue socks cover her feet along with white shoes that has a blue outline. Siena tries to calm herself down and compose herself before she smiles sweetly. “Very good, Winter. Good timing since the Great Mother of the Viandi is here to take us to the ship.” Winter's eyes widen and she looks to Liena, who smiles and gives a wave. Winter blinks at Liena's new form and tilts her head curiously. “...Are you really the Great Mother?” Liena laughs and changes back to her less curvaceous and pale form. “Yes, dear Winter. I am the Great Mother. I have come to take all Viandi home.” Winter gasps and drops her duffel bag before running over and hugging Liena tightly. Tears flow down Winter's face as she holds onto Liena, burying her face between Liena's massive breasts as Liena gently rubs Winter's back. “There, there. Its ok, dear child. I am not going anywhere.” There is a light giggle from behind Winter and Liena looks towards a different doorway a little ways down the hall to see two women standing there. One is Cait carrying a gray duffel bag of her own. Next to her is a naked woman of around five feet tall and has light greenish/light blueish skin. She has long green hair that reaches down to her petite ass and breasts the size of watermelons with light blue areola and nipples. Her eyes are a light red and she has a rose in her hair. She has a soft, gentle face that is very beautiful and has green vines, with bumps along them, coiling around her body. Her legs are embedded into a giant flower and her fingernails are a light shade of purple. Cait is around the age of 26 with short, black hair that has red highlights on the edges of the bangs over her forehead, which goes to her eyes. She's around 5'2 with a slim frame and a very small bust. She has light blue eyes and pale white skin. On her head, she has wolf like gray ears and a bushy cat tail. She wears booty shorts and knee high boots of black with blue lines to outline the feet in a diamond shaped patterns. Over her knees are gold knee pads that are made of hardened steel. Around her chest she wears a black robe-like dress with light blue linings along the edges and a small belt wrapped around just under her chest to her back. The robe-like outfit splits from just below her breasts down to her thighs in a large V-shape. Her arms have a type of wrap that goes from her elbows to her wrists and tucks in between her index and middle fingers. She wears a black choker with a small golden coin-like shape around her neck. Liena smiles at the pair as she pets Winter. “Ah, hello Cait and Leila. Were you two up to something fun just now?” Cait blushes a little as Liena can see that Cait's clothes are rather disheveled as if she had quickly put them on. Leila simply giggles and gives a nod. “Cait was providing me some nourishment.” Liena giggles as Siena clears her throat and looks at Cait. “You should go and put your clothes on properly, Cait. They are messy.” Cait looks down and blushes a deeper shade of red and runs back into the room as Leila giggles and then gives Liena a polite bow. “It is good to see you, Great Mother.” Liena smiles and gives a slight bow of her head and releases Winter, letting the half wolf half cat woman go. “It is good to see you as well.” She looks at Winter. “Winter, would you mind helping your sister get dressed?” Winter nods and quickly walks over into Cait's room and closes the door as the two argue. Siena shakes her head and looks over to Leila. “Leila, would you mind getting dressed for a little while? We'll be going outside soon.” Leila nods as she hovers in the air with her flower. “As you wish, mother Siena. I'll be right back.” She floats off down the hallway to a different room and goes inside. Liena looks over at Ariadne with a smirk as the Henasar Princess stares after the plant woman and then looks back at Liena. Liena speaks. “Leila is a special kind of plant Viandi where she requires nutrition from not only the sun and water but also people. So don't be surprised if she comes to you and asks for your....I guess female cum would be the proper way to say it.” Ariadne blushes slightly as her eyes narrow and nods as she looks after Leila and gives a slight tsk at how shameless the plant woman is. Liena giggles and walks over to the altar with the two swords that rest on a red pillow inside the glass case. She looks up and looks at the statue of the man that stands at the back of the altar. Liena smirks as she looks at the statue more closely as Siena stands next to her. “The sculptor really went all out to make, what I assume, he envisioned the Great Destroyer to look like the most evil person in the world.” Siena nods as she looks at the statue. “It makes the most sense given what had happened. The reason that this church was built was because people feared that the Great Destroyer was a God that was angered and would come back to finish them off unless they prayed. As time passed, the King decreed that the church was to be dissolved.” Liena simply continues to look at the statue as she listens. “That is understandable. They built this place out of fear and once enough time passed, believed that he would never return.” Siena looks over to Liena and frowns. “Before the church dissolved, there were said to be a group of fanatics who wished for the Great Destroyer to return to finish the job.” Liena looks at Siena and raises an eyebrow. “Oh? I assume that the King of the time had them dealt with?” Siena nods. “Yes, but they weren't executed in the public eye. They were made to disappear.” Liena looks back at the statue. “I see. How curious.” She looks down at the twin sabers contained inside the glass case on top of a red pillow. The blades are a black steel with a slight lighter color along the edge. The hilt has a solid grip made out of a dark oak with three golden pegs holding it in place on the blade's tang, and the sabers each have a plain basket guard that reaches from the top edge of the hilt down to the pommel. Liena runs a hand against the glass as Siena looks at the swords and then back up to her. “It was said that these swords once belonged to the Great Destroyer himself. All that have tried to wield these swords in the past, have died horribly.” Liena lets out a laugh filled with mirth as Ariadne watches her worryingly. “Yes, I can detect some amount of power that still resides in these swords. These swords once held great power but now are merely a shadow of their former selves.” In one smooth motion, she lifts up the glass case's lid and the swords begin to hum with power. Liena takes firm hold of the two swords as Siena gasps and reaches out to stop her. Power surrounds Liena's hands as the blades thrum with power and a sort of shockwave shoots out, shattering the case and pushing everyone else back. The power inside the swords becomes overwhelmed by Liena's power and goes still. Liena smirks as she hefts the two blades easily. “I can see what these swords are capable of but it would appear that they have only one use left.” Siena grits her teeth and grabs onto Liena and holds onto her shoulders. “Don't scare me like that! You could've been hurt by those swords' power!” Liena gives a sheepish smile as she blushes slightly and gives her a slight nod. “I understand, sorry for scaring you, Siena. I'll be more careful.” Siena pulls Liena into a hug for a while before letting her go. After she takes a few steps back, Liena creates sheaths around the two swords and straps them to her back. Siena raises an eyebrow at Liena as she takes a step towards her. “For what reason did you remove those swords from their case? Why would you do something so foolish?” Liena looks at her and smiles. “I feel like they will come in handy for the creatures that his majesty asked me to hunt today.” Siena's eyebrows shoot up as her eyes widen and stares at Liena. “Creatures for you to hunt? By his majesty?” Liena nods. “Yes. In order for me to get my daughters back, I have to do a few tasks for him. Admittedly, I could just kill him and whoever gets in my way, but this way is less irritating.” Siena narrows her eyes and holds Liena close before whispering into her ear. “Be careful. That bastard has many tricks up his sleeves and will do whatever he can to kill you.” Liena smiles as she hugs Siena back and whispers in return. “I'm aware. That's why I'm choosing to do this alone.” Siena bites her lower lip as she hugs Liena tighter. She holds her close for a few more minutes before she pulls Liena into a kiss, which is returned happily. After a minute, the kiss breaks and they look into each other's eyes. Then they hear a light giggle and look over at the hallway to see Winter, Cait and a bunch of children along with a woman that Liena doesn't recognize. The woman is around five feet tall, with pale skin and green eyes. She has green hair that resembles the leaves of trees during spring, with one bang of hair higher above the rest and brushed backwards. Her shins, feet, forearms and hands are made out of wood. Her frame is slim and her breasts are the size of small melons with a bra that looks like a pair of leaves covering each of her nipples, and a sage green pair of panties with a pink flower attached to them around her hips. Liena looks the woman over and then nods with a smile. “Ah, that's right. You're able to change your form when you wish to walk like a normal person, Leila.” Leila smiles and gives a nod. Siena blushes slightly as Liena giggles and wraps an arm around Siena and hugs her close as she looks at those watching. She snaps her fingers and a gray bag appears in her hand with the image of the planet Mars on it. “Looks like everyone is ready to go. Lets be off.” The children all nod and follow her along with Ariadne and Siena walks with her, blushing slightly as their hips rub together as they walk towards the double decker bus parked outside. The double decker bus lands just outside the gate to the docks and Liena opens the doors and begins walking out, followed by the children, Cait, Leila, Winter, Siena and Ariadne. Once everyone has gotten off the bus, Liena snaps her fingers and the bus disappears. The children stare in amazement as it does, and then their mouths open wider as they see how huge the Flying Dutchess is where it sits in dock behind where the bus was. They walk up to the ship and Liena looks to her right and sees that the cargo compartment has been opened and the coffins are being unloaded and placed into box trucks. Liena smiles as they go up the boarding ramp and enter the ship. The children all look around the inside of the ship somewhat nervously. Liena looks at them and frowns slightly before she bends down and looks at them. “Are you worried because this is a new place and you heard stories of being on ships like this?” They all nod and Liena smiles warmly at them. “Don't worry, you'll be safe here. This ship isn't anything like the ships you heard about. Wait and see.” They don't say a word but simply nod as they stay together. Liena stands up as Siena pats the children on the head and smile warmly at them all. Vanessa comes out of her room and sees Liena and hurries over to her. “Mother, you're back! Where's Nik? Why isn't he with you?” Liena smiles as she looks at Vanessa. “He wanted to spend some time with his mother. Nothing to wo-” Vanessa looks Liena in the eyes, causing her to stop and blink as she sees the anger plain on Vanessa's face. “The others told me that he wanted to fight with you against some very dangerous creatures! Tell me you aren't going to let him do something so foolish!” Liena holds up her hands placatingly as she tries to calm Vanessa down. “Calm down, Vanessa. I am not going to take Nik with me. In fact, I have something to ask of you and your sisters to do for me to help with that.” Liena looks back at Ariadne, who blinks. “Ariadne, could you please show the children and Siena around the ship?” Ariadne sighs and nods. “As you wish, Great Mother.” She leads the children and Siena off as Liena walks with Vanessa in the opposite direction. Siena looks back and watches the pair walk away, her eyes focusing on Vanessa for a long moment before she turns back around. Liena leads Vanessa to the break room, where the other six of the seven honorable ladies sits, their bodies cleaned and a new set of clothes in the form of kimonos clinging to them. They look up and smile at Liena as she sits at the table along with Vanessa. Liena smiles at her seven daughters as she looks at each of them. “Beloved daughters. There is something I need to ask of you.” She takes in a deep breath as she closes her eyes and then breathes out as she opens them. “When Nik returns to the ship, do not let him leave to come after me. Do whatever you can, whether it is tie him down or lock him in a room or distract him with sex, until I return.” The seven Viandi women's eyes open wide and they look at each other, some blush. Tina, the one with Olive-green scales and a tail of a crocodile, speaks up. “Why do we need to distract him with sex? Isn't he a human and the only son of that bastard king that tortured us?” Vanessa shoots Tina a furious look, which causes her to flinch before Liena raises a hand. “Yes, he is a human and he is the son of that bastard. But he isn't like him. In fact, he hates his father for having him killed on Viandi. What he wants most of all, is to help me get the Viandi back and to get revenge on his father.” Liena turns her head to Vanessa and raises a hand. “As you can see, Vanessa here has completed the Elant'ra ritual with him, making them bound together.” The other Viandi stare at Vanessa and look at the etched collar around her neck. They see the man on the throne with the woman sitting on his lap. They look at the carving, confused, and look back to Liena. “As you can see, the etchings on her collar are greatly different from the regular ones. This carving was something that even I never thought would appear. It is the carving that belongs only to the Great Father.” All seven women gasp and stare at Liena in utter disbelief. Tiffany, the yellow skinned cheetah girl, is the first to speak after a few moments of silence. “H-how is that possible, mother? You have always been both the Great Father and the Great Mother. How can there be another?” Liena smiles solemnly. “I am not fully sure myself, Tiffany. It is possible that when he started to drink my milk, something hidden deep inside him, was slowly waking up. It's as if, despite him being human, he was able to harness the same power as a Viandi. Or maybe it has something to do with him having sex with me for the past week while we were traveling here. There are so many possible explanations ast to 'how'.” The six Viandi women's jaws drop as their eyes widen. Tina speaks up. “Y-you had sex with him, mother?” Liena blushes slightly and she gives a slight smile. “Yes I have. He's also altered my body to help me regain my strength more quickly and removed the......issues that my power caused me.” The six women give her confused looks and Liena changes back to her more voluptuous and black lipped form and they let out a gasp. Amanda, the cat woman with short red hair, speaks up. “H-how is this possible? He is actually powerful enough to alter another's body? Powerful enough to change mother's form?” Liena looks at her six uncertain daughters, sees the fear growing in their eyes, and sighs. “Daughters, please calm yourselves. This is in no way a bad thing. I already told you that Nik wishes to help us come together. There is no need to be afraid of him.” The women all look to each other and then look to Liena and nod. “Yes, mother. We will do what we can to keep him here.” Liena smiles warmly. “Thank you, my beloved daughters.” She gets up and goes around to each of her daughters and kisses them on the forehead and, then leaves the room. She walks to her bedroom but stops when she notices Siena standing outside her door. “Siena?” Siena gasps and looks over at Liena. “Oh, hello Liena. I was looking for you.” Liena smiles and walks over to the nun. “Oh? How strange that you would happen to find me by standing outside my bedroom door.” Siena laughs as she blushes a little. “I merely found my way here by chance. This ship is so big.” Liena stops in front of her and gives her a hug as she grins lewdly. “That's not the only thing that is big, love.” Siena laughs and smacks her hands into Liena's ass. “Oh, behave!” Liena giggles. “No way!” Siena thinks for a moment before she speaks a little more quietly. “Liena. Yesterday at the concert hall, there was a woman with Hazel eyes and blue hair, I believe she went by Vanessa, that was with you and the prince. Is she our daughter?” Liena's eyes widen slightly as her smile slips. “You mean you don't remember?” Siena shakes her head. “I vaguely remember being pregnant with your child in our cell but then.... my memory gets a little foggy.” Liena frowns more and sighs. “I see. That is unfortunate.” As Siena gives her a confused look, Liena shakes her head and gently rubs Siena's cheek with a hand and smiles. “I do know the reason why you don't remember but, unfortunately I don't have enough time to tell you. I need to get going to deal with those creatures.” Siena frowns and hugs Liena closer. “I don't want you to go. I know that bastard has something awful planned for you.” Liena holds her close and kisses her. “I know. I know that he has something working behind the scenes, but it isn't anything I can't handle....thanks to his son.” Siena's eyes widen slightly. Then she nods as if she understands. “Promise me you'll come back.” Liena smiles. “I promise to come back, Siena. We will never be apart ever again.”

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Chapter 2 - Starry Night

Zyra idly drummed her fingers on the armrest of her plant-throne, the gears in her head working overtime. She was lucky that her... encounter with Syndra had taken place during the daytime and during the height of her strength. Thankfully that part of her plan had gone through without a hitch but the next couple of acquisitions could prove difficult if she didn't come up with a better plan than dropping in on them and oozing sex in their general direction. A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she shifted her gaze to admire her new pets enjoying themselves. Vayne's svelte legs were wrapped over Syndra's own pale thighs, her lower lips stretched obscenely around the girth of the massive cock plowing into her body. Syndra's violet-painted nails providing stark contrast to the Nightstalker's porcelain complexion where they pinched her nipples. Vayne's head was lolling backwards over Syndra's left shoulder and her eyes held a vacant, glazed expression. "Stop toying with her pet." Zyra loved to rub in that title of affection, knowing how close Syndra had come to turning her plans on their head. Syndra smiled at her mistress and nodded meekly before lifting Vayne up and slamming her down one last time. Vayne's eyes rolled back into her head and a tendril of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth, no sound coming from her as she'd already screamed herself hoarse. Syndra's cock bulged out, tenting the skin above Vayne's womb before the definition began to fade, giving way to the softening effects of a gallon or more of cum flooding the hunter's insides. Shaking her head to clear it, Syndra returned to the dilemma at hand. As handy as it was to command a legion of plants and such, it had its drawbacks. Most obviously: she couldn't operate at night. She'd been lucky enough to catch Vayne unawares and during the day, even more so to tangle with Syndra at near noon when her strength was at its highest. Her next prey however... well she just wouldn't have such leisure. Caressing the roses growing at her side, Zyra lost herself in thought long enough for Syndra to extricate herself from Vayne's limp form and come to kneel between Zyra's absentmindedly-spread legs. Syndra leaned forward and lapped softly at the moist folds of her mistress, stirring her from her reverie. "Mmm, that's nice sweetie. Make Mistress Zyra feel gooood..." Glowing with praise, Syndra renewed her efforts to please her partner, her cock stiffening once more with arousal. "Insatiable little fiend aren't you?" Zyra chuckled. Syndra nodded in agreement and latched her lips around Zyra's plump red clit. An idea formed in her mind and Zyra cooed softly to her pet. "You love your Mistress right dearie?" Syndra nodded. "You'd do anything for her?" Another nod. A wicked grin split Zyra's beautiful visage. "Come then, I have a mission for you..." ***** Syndra stalked through the tall grass atop the hill, starlight guiding her search. Mistress Zyra had given her purpose and she was determined to prove her worth. Up ahead a soft glow framed the silhouette of someone sitting in the grass, head craned upward to gaze at the starry night sky. From this angle it was almost impossible to see the single horn protruding from the figure's forehead, the tell-tale sign that it was Soraka. "Can I help you, Syndra?" Soraka's lilting voice carried over the remaining distance clearly. Smirking, Syndra stepped up behind Soraka until she was a hand's breadth away. Her hand glowed with a purplish-red haze as she imbued the seed Zyra had given her with some potent magic of her own. She reached down and gingerly inserted it between her sopping folds where it was practically devoured by her needy pussy. Thankfully the Starchild hadn't noticed the movement and Syndra let out a sigh of relief, part one complete. "Actually, yes. I come seeking... refuge." "Refuge? From what?" Lifting her skirts to one side, Syndra willed herself to full erection and lewdly plopped her massive member on Soraka's shoulder, the tip leaking precum profusely down her shirt. A stunned Soraka could barely peep in resistance. "The what is hardly the issue. Where I seek refuge is more important I should think." Words failed the Starchild as she stared in disbelief at the 10 inches of girlmeat extending over her shoulder. Please with her performance so far, Syndra leaned down and whispered into Soraka's ear. "I seek refuge within you." Soraka gulped audibly. Her fall from grace after cursing Warwick had rendered void her immunity to the baser needs of humanity. It had been so very long since... She shook herself. "I'm afraid I can't help you then, ch-child." Soraka tried and failed to keep the tremble out of her voice. "Oh but I think you can. After all, your eyes haven't left my cock yet. Does the scent entice you?" That devil of the human mind played against Soraka. It was so hard, so very hard, to stop thinking of something once it was brought to your attention. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the heady musk of Syndra's sex. "N-n-no," she lied. "Is your sex not quivering with need?" Soraka's hands rushed to her crotch, hopelessly trying to smother the fiery need growing inside her. Her tail twitched impatiently. "Of course not!" Soraka blushed furiously. "Just admit that you want it. You've already fallen, what possible harm could one little tryst add?" Soraka felt herself nodding in agreement, after all there was some truth to Syndra's words. Wasn't there? She was vaguely aware of Syndra sitting down behind her, pulling her into her lap. The massive cock was trapped beneath Soraka's leg for a brief moment before it sprang free underneath her skirt, tenting it in perverse mockery. Briefly, Soraka imagined that it was her own and giggled. "It's ok, just relax. Let me soothe your needs." The barest of nods gave tell of Soraka's reluctant admittance. It was such a magnificent specimen after all, and it would feel oh so good to have it inside her... Syndra effortless lifted Soraka up, pulling her skirt up and rubbing the tip of her swollen cock between the dripping lips of Soraka's cunt. Each pass drew a shiver from the Starchild's body and served to arch her back further, tension drawing her tight like a bowstring. Without warning, Syndra stopped moving and Soraka's muscles quivered on the edge of release. Her eyes shot open in confusion and her lips parted in question however as Syndra shifted to press the tip of her cock against Soraka's puckered ass. "Wha-unf!" Syndra dropped Soraka's form and plunged into her ass, sinking nearly 8 inches in one go. Soraka did her best impression of a fish, her mouth opening and closing in silent gasps in time with her firm butt squeezing the invading shaft over and over. A deep, aching need overcame her and Soraka regained her senses long enough to let out a wail of pained ecstasy. Syndra licked at her ear and pulled Soraka another inch lower. "No... no more... too big!" "Nonsense pet." Syndra pinched Soraka's nipples and twisted gently. "You know you want the rest." Soraka shook her head no but her hips ground out a resounding yes. Syndra pinched harder and bucked her hips upwards, driving another several inches into the tight caress of Soraka's bowels. Soraka's mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out, fine muscle control completely failing her. "Split me... two... full... good... so much... cumming... cumming... cum-" Soraka stopped talking and let her lower lips finish her thoughts, her neglected pussy grasping the empty air and gushing juices all over Syndra's legs. It quivered for a moment longer before a second thrust from Syndra finally bottomed out inside her and Soraka stared weakly at the bulge in her stomach. Her hands grasped feebly at the tip of Syndra's cock and a blissful smile cracked the last vestiges of her sanity. She tried to lean down to kiss the tip through her belly and failed, settling with a half-assed attempt at a handjob, groping the cock through her skin as best she could. "How does it feel to be utterly destroyed by my cock, Starchild?" Soraka could barely speak, let alone form a coherent sentence, but she tried. "Feels... fffuck me! More! Good!" "Are you a slave to my cock?" Soraka nodded emphatically, her pussy gushing once more as Syndra's member rampaged through her intestines. "I have a Mistress Soraka, would you like to meet her? Would you like to be her slave too?" Confusion rippled across her features for a brief moment before Syndra drove home the point with another thrust and a flick of Soraka's as-yet unstimulated clit. Another emphatic nod. "Good... say it. No, scream it." "Fuck me Mistress Syndra! I'm a slave to your massive cock! I'm a slave to you and..." Soraka stumbled on the fact that she didn't yet know Syndra's mistress. "Mistress Zyra," Syndra supplied. "Fuck your meek slave and let me worship Mistress Zyra and Mistress Syndra!" "Excellent... one last thing, slave." "Mmm?" Soraka's capability for speech had finally run its course. She used what little strength she had left to pump herself up and down on the 18 inches of Syndra conquering her, body mind and soul. "Do you like my cock? Do you want one of your own?" A gleeful smile was accompanied with the most emphatic nod yet. "You have to promise me that you'll put it to good use, we have a plan for you." Soraka nodded vigorously, her lips trying to form the word "please" with no success. Syndra took pity on her new slave and finally let loose. Gallons of pent-up cum came flooding out in torrents, painting Soraka's insides white. Soraka gurgled happily as the warmth spread through her, filling her stomach in moments. A small bulge at the base of Syndra's cock slowly traveled up her length and finally burst into Soraka's ass. The seed that had been imbued with her energy shot forward, being absorbed instantly by Soraka's body. Soraka's brow furrowed and she mewled questioningly into Syndra's ear, unable to hold herself up anymore. Before she had time to reply, a flash of light and a sudden rush of growth brought Soraka's frayed attention to her groin. Inch after inch of pulsing flesh stretched and grew just above her clit. Soraka blinked. She had been expecting something more like Syndra's own dick... Staring back at her was the largest horse-cock she had ever seen. It had to be at least as big as Syndra's own 18 inches and was still growing. Syndra arched her eyebrow in amusement but said nothing, her own climax slowly coming to a close. Without a word, she nudged Soraka and the Starchild licked her lips before bending forward and wrapping her lips around her own girth. One final gush of Syndra's potent cum into her bowels was the last straw. Jerking wildly, Soraka's brand new cock began to empty itself into her willing gullet. Her own cum rushed down her throat to mix with the load already present in her belly, overflowed and flowed back up to spill from her mouth and nostrils in a creamy deluge. If she hadn't known better Soraka would've sworn she could even feel the cum winding its way back up her nose and sloshing around her brain.

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Chapter 4 - Moonfall

Diana opened her eyes to the darkness of the forest at midnight. Her shoulders ached and her wrists chafed where she'd been bound by some vine-like material. The last thing she remembered was Soraka convincing her to sit for dinner with her. Something in the drink had made her feel funny though. She couldn't remember anything more. She looked around, her pale silver orbs taking note of her surroundings. Immediately in front of her, less than an arm's length away, was an odd and vibrantly colored plant. Beyond that the undergrowth was entirely nondescript; nothing set it aside from any other spot in the boundless forests in the valley of her home. She focused back on the plant, it's peculiar coloring capturing her attention. Where had the plant come from? Why was she bound? What was going on? "Ah, you're awake I see." Diana started at the sound of someone's voice. Soraka? No... Zyra! Diana cast about frantically for the source of the voice until finally the plant-woman stepped forth from the shadows of a large oak. "What do you want?" Diana sneered. A soft, dangerous smile curled Zyra's lips but she said nothing. Zyra snapped her fingers and the plant in front of Diana came alive. A wide fan of what could only be described as plumage unfolded. It looked vaguely like a mad artist's rendition of a sunflower. Each petal was a different color, they weren't really petals either... more like a webbing. The strands of color and contrast seemed to twist and yank at the Lunari's mind, drawing her eyes to a single point where they met. Diana shook her head and, with great effort, turned back to Zyra. "Cute," she muttered. "Isn't it though? I call it a Mind-raker. I bred it myself to help me... convince people to help me." Diana gave the plant a sideways, guarded look and had to consciously stop herself from turning to face it. "What's it do?" If she could just stall for time, Diana reasoned, she might be able to think a way out of this. She wasn't sure what was going on or why she'd been abducted by Zyra and had even less of an idea as to how Soraka fit into the whole thing. Still, time was her ally. "Well, given enough time with the subject, it prunes the weeds from the mind." There was that nasty smile again. "It, quite bluntly, rakes the important thoughts and feelings to the foreground and leaves the unwanted mess behind." "A plant." "Yes?" "A plant does that..." Disbelief colored Diana's voice. "Yes." Zyra's eyes narrowed at the obvious skepticism. Diana's own eyes rolled. "Ok, sure." "Why don't we leave you alone with your new friend for a little while, see if it can't change your mind." An irrational sense of dread knotted itself in the pit of Diana's stomach. "Hang on a minute Zyra, let's not be hasty!" Zyra turned and walked back into the shadows. ***** Diana's gaze circled the strangely colored plant once more, slowly spiraling inward to that point in the center where she knew the colors met. They did meet didn't they? She was sure they did! She'd checked four times already, she was just checking again to make sure. Gods above this plant was frustrating. She couldn't figure out what it was supposed to do. She'd been sitting there for almost an hour and it had yet to move or take any form of apparent action. Still, she followed the maddening spiral to that ever elusive pinpoint of merging color and let her thoughts wander. What was it that Zyra had said the plant was for? Something stupid about pruning weeds and raking and whatnot. "Dumb plant-bitch. Can't just speak plainly can you?" Diana muttered under her breath. A twig snapped behind her but she dismissed it, the swirling colors obviously much more important right now. Footsteps worked closer and a gentle insistence at her shoulders eased Diana forward onto her chest, her slightly-upturned nose no more than an inch from the maddening foliage ensnaring her thoughts. Something in the back of her mind nagged at her, Diana couldn’t quite put her finger on it though and every time she thought she was getting close the damnable colors shifted and grabbed her attention. It was something about… damn. The plant twirled and danced in her vision, its patterns dizzying her with their brilliance. “For a stupid plant, it sure is… pretty…” Diana’s voice trailed off as she felt someone kneeling down behind her, soft fur bristling against the backs of her thighs and a gentle but insistent pressure against her puckered and… bare ass? Why was it bare? Confusion rippled across her features momentarily before the wonderful plant washed it all away. The pressure increased until finally her tight ring gave way to inch after inch of throbbing, warm… something. Diana started to turn her head to see what was going on but a sudden push from behind, several more inches of warm flesh and an almost nauseatingly bright flash of color from the plant stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating uncontrollably as the plants myriad of hues worked away on her now-pliable mind. “Something’s… not right…” Diana muttered, never so much as turning her head an inch. “I should… look away, gotta look away…” Another thrust into her upturned ass elicited a moan from her slightly parted lips and all thought of resistance was swept away like so much smoke in the wind. “Maybe I could keep looking, just for a little bit… besides, it feels so--unf--good.” The repeated slaps of someone’s hips hammering away at her ass nearly broke her reverie, but the plant assured her that it felt good, so good in fact that she really didn’t need to look back. Just keep staring forward and ignore the fact that the flat head of a horse-like cock was battering her prostate into submission, raising her own substantial cock into erection. Diana’s irises were barely a sliver around the blacks of her pupils now. The amazing plant helping her understand everything so much better now that she was solely focused on it. The patterns and colors shifted in time to the rhythm of the fucking she was receiving, punctuating each thrust with a gentle caress of her mind. Soothing instructions being drilled into her just like the two feet of Soraka’s massive equine appendage. “Soraka?” That’s right! Soraka was also a loving servant of Mistress Zyra! It all made so much more sense now! The sudden epiphany dragging a climax from Diana’s supple body. Streamers of cum jetted from her wildly flapping cock, painting her sweating torso white. The end of her climax didn’t stop Soraka from pounding deeper inside of her though, and it wasn’t long before Diana’s half-limp dick was slapping up at the bottoms of her breasts. It seemed to be trying to encourage the bulge showing in her abdomen now to continue its trek and deposit the cum she now knew she needed. With one last groan of effort, Soraka slammed her hips forward and collapsed on top of Diana, both of their gazes entranced by color swirling out of control from the plants center. Diana’s gaze never wavered as an obscene torrent of cum gushed through her, bubbling up in her throat and dribbling to the forest floor from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth. Soraka’s jaw was slack and her tongue lolled, panting from exhaustion. Their unseeing eyes glazed over and the only thing left in their soft brains was their unending devotion to Mistress Zyra. ​

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Chapter 2 - Bitch of a Witch

Kat looked up from the puddle of liquid pleasure she'd made on her chair and noticed the game was waiting for her to take control of her character again. Still feeling the effects of her most recent session of love-button-mashing tingle through her extremities she pulled her fingers out of their cozy abode and felt an odd compulsion to lick them clean. She caught herself with her mouth open and two digits poised and ready to tango with her tongue. Lowering her hand, she wiped them on her discarded shirt and grabbed her computer mouse. "Well that was fucking weird…" ***** Aylla let out a groan, pushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face and propped herself up on her elbow. It was sweltering, the sun beating down on her leather hood… "What? I don't remember… coming… here…" She got up and looked around in confusion, her last clear memory of facing off against the Butcher and… losing. She blushed at the thought of what had happened to her next, but she could also feel a familiar stirring between her legs. Turning around in a slow circle she notes the desert surrounding her, the smells of the nearby bazaar and the bustle of a small camp up ahead. Dusting herself off and puzzling over where she got the fresh outfit, she made for the camp. ***** Two hours later, Kat is cracking her fingers, rolling her neck back and forth and preparing herself to give Maghda the beating she so badly deserves. "Alright, this bitch is going down! Still kinda wondering where I got those new pieces of armor from… must've dropped from the Butcher, strange I don't remember it." Without another moment's hesitation, she clicked on the yellow glowing arch and saw her character step into Maghda's Lair. ***** Aylla whipped around the pillar and slammed her back against it, breathing heavily as a Dark Berserker barreled on by. "Shit that was close, thank the Heavens for my smoke screen." She crouched down, readied her crossbow and sent a quarrel flying through the back of the demon's skull. Poking her head around the pillar she noted one other Dark Berserker looking around for her futilely and Maghda with that insufferable blue aura around her signifying that she couldn't be damage. "Ok, one more demon, then I can finish her for good." Keeping her eyes focused on the target, she reached behind her, selected a quarrel with a fiery red tip and carefully loaded it. She lifted her weapon, centered the demon in the crosshairs and with a sharp twang, let fly. Several moments passed before Aylla realized that there was no quarrel in the air, no flaming demon in its death throes, and a pissed off witch and demon minion staring at her. A sheepish grin split her face and she reached back into her quiver, only to notice once again that it was empty… ***** "Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, cunt, ass, bitch!" screamed Kat, her bare breasts bouncing vigorously as if to emphasize each profanity. She was about to log out and reload from the last checkpoint when her screen flickered again. Her breathing quickened. "No way…" ***** Aylla tumbled away from the Dark Berserker's swinging mace, sighing in relief as she saw it embed itself in the sandy floor of the lair. Lifting her gaze to the surrounding pillars, she panicked when she realized Maghda had disappeared. "Where'd that bitch get to…" With a small yelp of surprise she felt her legs sweep out from under her, but instead of falling to her ass on the sand she simply floated in the air. She flailed, trying to figure out what was going on before she noticed that she was being buoyed by a magical cloud of energy, peppered with what looked like the occasional insect. Her efforts to regain her footing only served to start her spinning in the air, dizzying herself before coming to a stop upside down. She looked out across the arena, pillars seeming to hang from the sandy ground above her and to her horror, caught a glimpse of the Dark Berserker's mace now hanging freely at his side, and Maghda floating next to him. They were standing only 10 feet away. "Oh shi–" Her legs whipped around and she found herself upright, arms and legs spread out to either side of her and trapped in bonds of blue magic. With a steady buzzing sound the insects that had been keeping her afloat went to work on her clothes, consuming the leather and leaving the spare rivets and studs to fall to the ground. "Not again!" ***** Kat had one hand on the mouse, just in case she got control of her character again, and the other pressed tightly between her legs, thighs clamping down hard to keep her fingers from pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy. Her toes were curled, feet arched, eyes glued to the screen. She barely even noticed the subtle shifting of colors around the edges of the screen. [/i]***** The pale skin of the Demon Hunter glistened in the fading sunlight, sweat from the day spent out slaying demons and battling her way to the heart of Magdha's coven coating her body. It almost caused the occasional drip of arousal from between her legs to go unnoticed. Despite her being at the mercy of Maghda and her current minion, Aylla was having a hard time focusing on anything but the memory of what the Butcher had done to her in a similar situation. The memories came flooding back to her, and continued to flood right out of her pussy onto the sand beneath her. Why the fuck is this turning me on?' What is wrong with me? Aylla's reverie was broken by the realization that Maghda was now standing–no–floating, inches from her face, and the hot breath caressing the back of her neck signified that the Berserker was probably standing right behind her. She shuddered as the witch dragged her fingernail up one of Aylla's legs, her side, and flicked it across the tip of her nipple. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, she stared in what she hoped was defiance at Maghda's cruel grin. "Seems like the Butcher prepared you well for me," leered Maghda. Aylla twitched at the sound of the Butcher's name and pretended like it wasn't her nipple hardening and pressing insistently into Maghda's palm. She got nothing more for her efforts but Maghda's other hand reaching down to trace a fingertip up and down Aylla's nether lips, collecting her arousal as it went. Maghda lifted her fingertip in between their faces and took a long, painfully slow lick. "Delicious." ***** Kat's thighs had long since unclenched, her mouse-hand now urgently kneading her breast, pinching her nipple in between squeezes. Her other hand was crammed to the knuckle inside her cunt, fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly while she gushed her orgasm around them. Her eyes were glazed over in lust but she couldn't have missed a detail on the screen if she had wanted to. "Holy fuck this is hot." The edges of the screen were still softly pulsing in their ever-changing range of colors, also still unnoticed by the horny, climaxing 22 year old. ***** Aylla could feel the Berserker's thick cock brushing the back of her thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it passed. That wasn't her main focus though, currently her eyes were staring down at Maghda's crotch. She knew that witches often carried out lewd acts with their demons, she'd heard that they occasionally had orgies, but it had never occurred to her the potential difficulties of having an orgy with succubi and other female witches without a means of penetration aside from fingers and tongues. As her eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets, she now realized that sexually-themed magic could be used to alter your form just as easily as druids use the magic of nature to shape shift at will. This realization struck her because below Maghda's perfectly sculpted tits, below her flat stomach and between her toned thighs lay a monstrous cock currently working its way to a full standing ovation in admiration of Aylla's body. Maghda's cock wasn't as grand a specimen as the Berserker behind her, and certainly not even close to the size of the Butcher's, but it was still absurdly large for a woman. What was truly bizarre was the fact that instead of perturbing her or diminishing her arousal, the fact that Maghda had a throbbing cock (now at full mast, by the way) was only clouding her head in lust even more. Aylla's demonically enhanced, softly glowing red eyes couldn't tear themselves from the sight. She unconsciously licked her lips and found herself pressing backwards into the Dark Berserker, aching for some form of contact. She was rewarded for her efforts by finding the tip of the demon's cock press insistently against her rounded ass, poking closer and closer to her sex. "Ah ah ah, now now dear. You're not getting off that easily." Maghda reached down and rubbed her thumb over the head of the Berserker's cock, smiling at the twitch she caused and then gently easing the massive member away from Aylla's wanting pussy. "After all, ladies first right?'" With that, Maghda reached to her own thick, and sorely misplaced, manhood and nestled it softly between the swollen nether lips of the Demon Hunter, eliciting a quiet gasp. With agonizing slowness, Maghda let the enchantments holding Aylla up diminish until finally the weight of her body slid Aylla a few precious millimeters down the witch's shaft. Aylla's eyelids fluttered and she moaned loudly at the small relief. After a few moments the enchantments weakened again and this time Aylla slid down several inches. Her cunt devouring Maghda's cock without any trouble. Maghda closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the proud Demon Hunter's velvety warmth enveloping the tip of her cock. She took a deep breath and motioned to the Berserker who had been waiting patiently all this time. The Berserker realized that was his cue and grabbed Aylla's shoulders, drawing her out into a reclined position in the air, arms still spread out to either side of her head, but now at eye level with his twitching dick. Noticing the change in position, Aylla opened her mouth to comment and found her jaw being pried open by thick, hot, demon flesh. Her disgust rising up inside her, Aylla tried to scream but only succeeded in allowing the demon the chance to thrust deeper into her mouth, the tip of his cock gaining entrance to her throat. She gagged but inexplicably felt no sensation of suffocation. Her red eyes glared daggers at the heavy balls hanging inches away and she bit down, startling herself as the demon flesh didn't give at all and no sound of pain erupted from its owner. Before she could think of something else to get the vile demon out of her mouth and throat, she felt the other end of her body receive some attention. Jealous of the demon's position several inches deeper in Aylla, Maghda slammed her hips forward, hilting herself in the Hunter's cunt. Aylla's eyes bugged and she tried to scream at the intrusion, once again letting the demon lodged in her throat shove his cock deeper inside her. Feeling well and truly-for lack of a better word-fucked, Aylla resigned herself to the pleasure welling up in her body. For the next several minutes the only thoughts running through the Demon Hunter's mind were: How the fuck am I not dying for air. and Damn this bitch of a witch knows how to use that thing. As if hearing her thoughts, Maghda began to pick up the pace, slamming her hips home into Aylla and then pulling almost entirely out of her. Each shuddering thrust pushed the Demon Hunter further onto the Dark Berserker's cock until Maghda could see a noticeable bulge appear in Aylla's neck, slowly making its way towards her stomach. Halfway down the demons length, Aylla had her first orgasm. It began as a tingling in her toes, rushing up her legs like wildfire and exploding behind her eyes like starbursts. She felt her cunt spasm around Maghda and she could feel her cum gush out around the cock plugging her tight hole. From that point on the poor, abused Demon Hunter lost sense of time and just gave into the crashing waves of orgasm after orgasm wracking her body. She came again when Maghda unleashed the first torrent of witch-cum deep in her pussy, again when the Berserker finally bottomed out in her throat and unleashed his own load straight into her belly, and once more with the realization that the demon's hot seed just kept coming and coming, bloating her athletic figure to the point that she might be mistaken for pregnant. Finally the bliss of unconsciousness overtook her and her last waking thought was of how unbelievably good it felt to just let go and get fucked silly sometimes. Maghda pulled her slowly deflating cock from the gaping cunt of the Demon Hunter and remarked to the limp body still floating on its back in midair: "Oh, Belial will have fun with you…" ***** Kat's eyes were half-closed and a puddle of her cum had dripped down off her chair to collet on the floor beneath her. The tips of her perfect little toes rested in the evidence of the girl's self-enjoyment. One hand was idly playing with her swollen and extremely sensitive clit, rubbing it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, while the other hand had two of its fingers sliding back and forth across her tongue. The screen had not stopped it's scintillating display of colors since it had flickered and now that her character's rape was finally over the screen flickered again and the shifting colors disappeared. With a shake of her head, Kat seemed to wake up and looked down at the mess she made, her fingers still lodged in her mouth. She slurped once noisily and then got up to go take a shower. "Ok, Diablo is a lot more fun than I remember…"

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Chapter 7 - Completing the Soulstone (Part 2)

Kat arched her back into Adria's heaving chest. Her hands clapped over her petite breasts and her fingers scrabbled madly at the source of the mind-numbing sensations currently contorting her body like a live wire. Her nipples were erect, painfully so, and gaping open in the most delicious of manners. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her nearly vacant mind, amidst the cobwebs and dust of sanity, a stray thought picked itself up and coughed loudly. This is so fucked up. The thought turned and left. Someone was saying something, she couldn't make out what it was though. It probably didn't matter all that much considering how fucking amazing she felt. She traced her index fingers around her areola, drawing tiny spirals in the liquid sin that was somehow leaking into her. Damn that was nice. Another thought wandered through her mind and she hesitantly flicked a delicate fingernail over the tip of her nipple, shuddering as the feeling did strange things to her stomach. She flicked it again. Strange? She meant beautiful... or something. Awesome? No... sexy! Mmm. There was that strange voice again, she could almost isolate it now. On a wicked impulse she dipped her fingertip just inside her gaping nipple. Fireworks went off behind her eyes and she nearly passed out. She slid her finger deeper. Several moments passed before her subconscious reminded her lungs to breathe. God, there was that incessant voice again! What was it saying? She tried to focus on it, tried to pay attention to the mad ramblings of whoever it was. It sounded familiar but she couldn't quite put a face to it. Come on Kat, think! She wound a finger into her other nipple and watched the night sky of her imagination light up again. The voice seemed louder now, closer. Her head made a ponderous journey from lolling backward over the shoulder of... of... someone-- she couldn't remember who, it wasn't important--around to stare blankly out over the fortress parapets and finally lumbered to a halt staring down at... what was she staring at? Her fingers pumped slowly in and out and in and out... just like whatever it was she was staring at. She noted how the rhythms were slowly synchronizing. Yanking her errant thought processes back on track she squinted at the focus of her gaze. It was so mesmerizing, the unending cycle of in and out, just like her fingers. She giggled, or at least she thought she did. She wasn't sure anymore because that damn voice was so fucking loud! Like a mosquito by her ear, it just wouldn't go away. The annoying buzzing seemed to quiet for a moment as it gathered it's breath. Kat took a deep breath too, relief flooding her lungs. Once again she focused on the fascinating black object that was pummeling into someone's--Kat giggled again--someone's pussy! How naughty! Someone was getting fucked! By a big, black... what was that? She arched an immaculate eyebrow in confusion, her fingers unrelenting in their exploration of the insides of her own nipples. She shivered, sighed and closed her eyes as she came. When she opened them again she was met with the stark reality of the situation at hand. Ice cold clarity flushed the fogginess from her mind and like a rampant river washed away her delusions. Oh my fucking god that's me! I'm getting fucked! What the fucking fuck?! Kat's eyes widened, threatening to encompass her entire face. She was bouncing on the lap of the witch, Adria, who was pummeling her overstretched pussy for all she was worth. Her lips were stretched obscenely around the massive girth of the black soulstone as it thrust up into her. Each time it dragged back out, it squelched noisily and pulled a gush of fluid with it. She wasn't sure how much was her own cum and how much was the black essence of Azmodan somehow making its way through her body from her nipples to her cunt. Something clicked inside her and she made another discovery. That voice... that's me... Kat could finally focus on what she was saying, enough at least to note that she wasn't saying anything. In fact she was gibbering madly, gleeful gurgles and mewls dripping from her lips like a babbling brook. Babbling, heh, how fitting. Every time Adriah pumped in, the tip of the soulstone kissed the back of her womb and another surge of madness spilled forth from her mouth. Holy fuck it felt so good, so sinfully blissful, liquid ecstasy being pumped through her veins wouldn't have felt this good. With a sudden slurp the last of the black substance slid into her nipples around her fingers, still madly pistoning away. She could practically feel it winding its way through her body and jettisoning itself from her abused cunt with one last forceful, squirting orgasm. Her eyes latched on to the soulstone's shimmering black surface and it seemed to grow, expanding to take up her entire field of vision. The blackness swamped her thoughts and she passed out. **** Adria stood up and unceremoniously dumped the limp form of Kat on top of the Demon Hunter. Kat whimpered pitifully, her fingers still knuckle-deep in her puffy nipples where they seemed trapped by the tightness now that Azmodan's essence wasn't guiding the way. Adria smirked and turned to Leah where she sat on her haunches, unperturbed by the recent events. "Leah darling, the Soulstone is complete. Come to Mother." Leah mumbled her assent and crawled submissively to her looming mother's feet.

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Chapter 1 - The Butcher's Choice Meat

There was a solid "chunking" sound as Aylla's crossbow released another bolt, pinning the last daemon to the wall. She looked around the hallway, the torches seeming to cast more shadows than light. "Halls of Agony, hmmph. Maghda should be up ahead, I can sense her evil permeating this place." With that, the demon hunter pulled her hood back up over her head and gingerly stepped over the corpse of a Dark Berserker. Her heeled boots clicking against the stone floor, she held her crossbow at the ready as she arrived at a massive wooden door. "Cain will be avenged at last," she whispered, stepping through into a massive chamber. With an ominous slam the door shut behind her. ***** The first thing to catch her attention was that the floor was a giant grate, an infernal heat rising through it constantly. She paused at the entrance for a split second to look down, mesmerized by the pulsing glow. Looking up she can see her quarry on the other end of the room. "Maghda! Your time here is over!" "Is it, Demon Hunter'" A thundering crash resounded through the open space, shaking the grate and dropping Aylla to her knees. She looked around frantically. "What was that'!" A grin splits Maghda's face as she explains, "That, my dear Aylla, is the sound of your new friend." Then in a puff of smoke Maghda disappeared. Aylaa curses her luck, Maghda having escaped once again, before a second crash breaks her train of though. She scrambles to her feet and raises her crossbow at the gate looming opposite her. Through the cracks and crevices she can see a monstrous creature and it takes a monumental effort to keep her crossbow steady. She mutters a quick prayer to the heavens before the gate finally gives way beneath the mighty beasts swings. "Hello Aylla." The rumbling voice of the massive daemon in front of her reverberating in Aylla's chest. "What the fu-" was all she managed before it charged. She tumbled out of the way as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding being trampled into the grates. Her ears pick up a hiss from below and her finely honed reactions vault her once again out of harm's way, a gout of flame erupting where she had just been standing. Her heart begins to pound in her chest. I should've brought the Templar with me, what was his name' Kormac' Aylla's thoughts are once again interrupted as she rolls out of the way of a hook hurled at her by the beast. "Well, what are you called then beast' I would like to know the name of the creature I'm about to slay!" An awful, lopsided smile appears on its face. "Butcher." ***** Sweat pours down Aylla's shirt, partly from the heat and partly from her efforts to stay out of the Butcher's path. Momentarily stunned from its most recent charge into a wall, the Butcher sways back and forth tremulously. Aylla reaches for another bolt from her quiver and finds her fingers clutching air. Her eyes widen and she risks a glance at her hip. "Oh shit." The Butcher finally turns to face her again and notices her predicament. He pounds his cleaver into the ground and starts to walk towards her, taking his time now that she has nothing left to throw at him. Aylla looks around for something to use as a weapon, anything at all, even a cliché chandelier dropped from the ceiling would do! Realizing there's nothing left in the room she prepares herself for death, closing her demonically glowing red eyes and taking a deep breath, her ample bust swelling in its leather vest. She opens her eyes again and comes face to face with the Butchers loincloth. "Jesus, you could use that for a tent," she mutters under her breath. The Butcher raises its arm to smash Aylla into the ground for the final time. ***** Flicker. ***** "WHAT THE FUCK'! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" Kat screams at her now black computer screen. Almost as if it heard her, it shudders back on and her character Aylla was once again staring at an empty quiver. Kat frantically takes the controls again, hoping against hope she can find some way to kill the 2% health Butcher and claim her spot among the rest of the Diablo 3 players in Act 2 of Inferno. ***** "Oh shit." The Butcher final turns to face her again and notices her predicament. His strides across the grated floor are painfully slow as he… wait… is that… ***** Kat blinks a few times just in case her eyes are playing tricks on her. "Is that a giant boner' What the flying fuck." ***** After a few more steps the Butcher stands triumphant before Aylla, his loincloth doing nothing now to hide his raging cock. Aylla opens her eyes and feels her jaw drop immediately as she comes face to face with the most impressive demonstration of manhood she's ever come across. In hindsight, this was probably not her brightest moment. With a gleeful roar The Butcher bumps his hips forward and Aylla's lips graze the tip of it before she manages to throw herself backward, landing roughly on her ass. The Butcher doesn't seem pleased. ***** Kat reaches for the power button on her computer, having decided that it probably just needs a restart… or something. With her finger hovering just above it, she pauses. ***** The Butcher reaches down, picks Aylla up bodily and with a mighty rip, tears off her red cloak and her black leather leggings. He tosses them contemptuously over his shoulder and a torrent of flame erupts from the grates, incinerating them in seconds. Grabbing both of her seemingly dainty arms in one hand he holds her up in front of his face, her pale skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, chest heaving as she draws in ragged breaths. "What's going on' Why haven't you killed me yet'" she managed to gasp out, the heat of the room and the recent fight having exhausted her. "No want kill. Want… taste." The Butcher licks his lips as he finishes the cryptic statement and a look of puzzlement crosses Aylla's face. "Taste' Wha-" The Butcher flails his tongue wildly at her legs, coating them in saliva and every so often hitting brushing against her pussy. With each pass the tongue laps higher and higher up her legs, finally landing one long, solid lick along her lips. Aylla shivers uncontrollably at the sensation and then releases a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her eyes half-lidded, she does her best to look down at the giant muscle now comfortable resting against her sensitive and now swollen nether lips. Slowly, and with growing disbelief, her eyes begin to widen. She can feel the tip of the tongue sliding back and forth over and over again, working its way into her depths. She can see the fat tongue start to disappear inside her, coating her walls with drool to lubricate its way. After her body had performed a magical vanishing act on the first third of the tongue her eyes were starting to roll back into her head. Naturally the last thing she remembered seeing before they began their trek inwards was a slight bulge below her belly, the tip of the Butcher's tongue prodding against her insides in a euphoria-inducing, yet maddening manner. ***** Kat's finger still trembled a hair's breadth from the power button, but her eyes were glued to the screen in shock. A damp spot was growing between her legs and her thighs would ever so subtly slide against one another from time to time. ***** The Butcher was halfway through cramming his tongue into the amazingly warm and wet channel provided so graciously by Aylla when the first torrent of her juices exploded from her overtaxed pussy. Excited, he thrust harder into her, determined to get a repeat performance. Naturally he was frustrated when he found resistance to his tongue, now firmly lodged a solid 10 inches inside her. His eyes scrunched up in concentration as he shoved it forward again, unwittingly laying siege to the bedraggled Demon Hunter's cervix. At this, Aylla's eyelids pried themselves open to stare at the ceiling, her legs quivered uncontrollably and from deep within her a primal scream of lust intermingled with pain tore out of her throat. It was in that moment however that the Butcher managed to finally breach her cervix and slam home with the remainder of his tongue deep in her womb. It thrashed around wildly inside her, causing her head to tilt forward and stare at her bulging belly. A thin tendril of drool escaped from one corner of her open mouth before her gaping incredulity slowly transformed into a manic grin, her own tongue lolling out. With her last ounce of strength she lifted herself up slightly with her suspended arms and then dropped herself bodily on the appendage flailing inside her. The Butcher was promptly rewarded with another, larger gush of her juices as she came, and came hard. The orgasm washed over her like a purifying wave and she lost consciousness. ***** Kat's vision seemed to wobble as she took in the events being displayed on her screen. Her brain playing it over and over in her head like a broken record player. "What the fuck did I just watch'" Closely followed by: "Why is my chair wet'" Kat finally managed to look away from the screen of an unconscious, nude Demon Hunter suspended in midair by her arms and in no small part by the largest tongue Kat had ever seen crammed indelicately to the hilt in the Demon Hunter's body. She looked down slowly and saw both hands crammed down her panties, her shirt was missing, nipples harder than diamond and found herself wondering: "I didn't even know I had that much cum in me." [/i]

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Chapter 6 - Completing the Soulstone (Part 1)

Adria brushed a lock of her silver hair back and tucked it behind her ear. Subduing Tyrael had proven more difficult than she had anticipated and despite her youthful appearance she was feeling her age now. Her chest heaved with a particularly deep breath and then turned around to the sound of the door to her chambers opening. Leah walked in muttering something about the Black Soulstone before stopping suddenly, her eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious Tyrael slumped against the wall. "M-mother? What happened?" Bother. She had hoped it wouldn't come to this. "A flare from the Soulstone caught us unawares Leah, Tyrael was overwhelmed but I managed to fight the beasts back." "But, I didn't feel it flare at all..." Shit. Time for a change of tactics. "Leah dear, look into your mother's eyes. Would I lie to you?" Leah's glance shifted to her mother's dark eyes. She could see no deception there but still, something felt... wrong. As she moved to look away Adria spoke again. "Leah, focus. Your mother needs your attention." Leah stopped, staring deeper into the seemingly bottomless depths of Adria's eyes. She could feel a growing fatigue seep into her, felt her mother guiding her slowly to the door that led to the ramparts. "What's... going on..." "We're going outside for a breath of fresh air Leah, doesn't that sound nice?" In the corners of her mind Leah could sense something wasn't right. "No, I have to... help Tyrael." "But Leah dear, you're so tired. Come with mother outside where it's easier to relax. The angel can take care of himself." "Tired... need to... relax." "Yes, that's it dear, cum with Adria." Leah felt a peculiar tingling between her legs, her foggy mind unable to process what was going on. It was all she could do just to keep her eyes open and focusing on the warm, comforting, darkness in her mother's eyes. Wait--darkness? Leah tried to look away again, tried to turn back for Tyrael but Adria stopped her with a firm hand on her cheek. Confused, Leah started to reach up to pull her mother's hand away before Adria's words trickled through her head once more. "Leah, you will follow me outside. Now." Leah felt a compulsion deep within her to obey, and as the word 'obey' surfaced inside her she felt another tingle pass through her. Centered on her... her pussy. Leah shuddered at the word. "Obey?..." There it was again. This time the feeling stayed though, her legs parting slightly as she took one trembling step and then another after her retreating mother. Each step reinforced the feeling and stoked the fires inside her. "Yes Leah, obey your mother."  Adria grinned wickedly, her own pussy steadily dripping beneath her robes. Once outside she let her robes fall to the ground, Leah too lost in her eyes to notice anything but her growing arousal. Leah felt her mother's hands begin stripping her. Briefly she thought that she should be disturbed by this, that it wasn't normal, but then she caught a glimpse of something flickering in her mother's eyes. Her focus now centered once more on the pools of darkness before her, she fell to her knees naked. The only thing keeping her head from slumping forward were the supporting hands of her mother. Wasn't her mother so nice to her? Lifting her poor, tired head so she could continue to lose herself in those wonderful eyes. Yes, so nice... it would be even better if she could just-- "Ahhhh," Leah moaned, her fingers sliding slowly into her sopping pussy. Unblinking now, she felt herself tumbling forward into those magnificent eyes. Once again the word 'obey' sprang unbidden to mind and a small orgasm rippled through her. Obey--another orgasm. But, who to obey? The word is meaningless without a target. Before puzzlement could settle on Leah's tired brain she was once more distracted by a flicker somewhere in the deep darkness that seemed to surround her now. When did mother's eyes get so... so big? Of course! She should obey--another orgasm--mother! "Good Leah. Obey your mother." Leah's vision faded to black and her head slumped forward into her mother's lap. Adria petted her daughter's head softly, smiling evilly as she saw a dark cloaked figure making its way through the doorway. "Just in time, Aylla." *** Aylla pushed back the hood of her cloak and took in the sight before her. There was Adria, naked as the day she was born, sitting on a chair in the middle of a runic circle. She didn't look a day over 25. Kneeling in front of her was Leah, her body slack and her head resting in Adria's lap. She was also naked. Adria made a small gesture and Aylla's cloak flew off in a sudden gust of wind. A sense of excitement rushed through Adria as she caught sight of the inky blackness that swirled around the demon hunter's body. Then she noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. A frown marred her face. "Aylla, who is this?" "A... gift. From Azmodan." Adria looked up and down the girl's body, encased in the same material that Aylla was, and decided that perhaps this wasn't such a bad turn of events after all. "Whatever, you have the essence and that is all that matters. Leah, wake up and retrieve the Soulstone." Leah's eyes fluttered open and she stared straight ahead, unseeing. "Yes mother. I obey." Her pussy leaking with every step, Leah walked over to her clothes where they lay on the floor and pulled the black Soulstone from a pocket. She handed it to her mother before kneeling beside her and slipping one hand between her legs to toy with herself while she awaited her next order. Obeying felt good. So good. Adria lifted the Soulstone to her lips and blew gently across its surface. The stone began to shimmer and flow, reshaping itself. It hovered momentarily in the air before floating down to rest against Adria's clit where it began to vibrate intensely. Adria threw her head back and nearly screamed at the sensation. Barely managing to control herself lest she give cause for alarm, Adria took several ragged breaths and then gazed down to the stone where it had temporarily fused with her. The surface of the stone still seemed to flow, as if liquid, but it had taken a solid shape and fused with her body. Tentatively Adria reached out and touched it. Ecstasy flooded her body as the Soulstone erupted in vibrations once again. The pleasure nearly drove her mad, but she could feel a protrusion begin to grow above her clit and didn't stop until a foot of shimmering black cock stood proud at attention. Panting, Adria motioned Aylla closer. "You first." Aylla could barely contain herself during the spectacle and eagerly stepped forward, her spiked heels clicking against the stone. Leah moved out of the way just in time to avoid Aylla as she flung one leg over Adria's chair to straddle her. Aylla leaned forward and whispered breathily into the witch's ear. "I can't wait." *** Unable to wait any longer, Adria lifted her hands to the demon hunter's waist and pulled her lower. The tip of the Soulstone made contact with Aylla's sopping cunt and began to vibrate incessantly once more. Both women shuddered for a moment before Aylla's legs gave out and she plummeted down the full length in a matter of seconds. "F-fuck." Aylla's eyes stared out over Adria's head. Her chest heaved once, twice and then she came loudly. The heavenly vibrations of the Soulstone inside her proved too much for the corrupted demon hunter. Her arms wrapped around Adria's neck almost lovingly as she fell forward, pressing her breasts against Adria's. The black essence of Azmodan shifted under the pressure of contact and came alive. It pinched and pulled at her nipples, driving all thought from Aylla's mind. Her nipples puckered, tightening into tiny buds before a prickling sensation started to overtake the pleasure. Too overwhelmed to look down, Aylla rested her head on Adria's shoulder and let the feelings come. Without warning, the essence surged forward into her nipples. Aylla came again, her nipples sore from the intrusion but the Soulstone's command over her lower body unyielding. Her pussy lips tried weakly to grip the stone, to stop Adria's thrusting, but to no avail. With each thrust Aylla felt the essence pulse and flow deeper into her breasts. By now it had retreated from most of her body, only a small trace remained centered around her nipples where they gaped open. Aylla's mind was unravelling at the pleasure. The hot cock pumping slowly into her body warping her senses. Where at first the intrusion of her nipples had hurt, now it seemed so sinfully good. Adria pushed Aylla's tired body back and tilted her head down, tracing the last of the essence as it disappeared into the demon hunter's body with her tongue. Aylla was now completely naked with the exception of her spiked heels. With a giggle, Adria thrust her tongue into Aylla's still gaping nipple. Aylla screamed out again, hoarse from the unending orgasms. Her eyes began to roll back into her head as her cunt quivered around the burning hot Soulstone and she came one last time, her body feebly squirting one more time for good measure before she passed out. Adria stood up, Aylla's limp form still impaled on the Soulstone. Her legs wobbled uneasily, barely able to stand through the pleasure being forced upon her clit. As she let the demon hunter slide from her fake cock, a dribble of black essence squirted pathetically from Aylla's abused cunt before floating up into the tip of the Soulstone. "Excellent, the Soulstone is almost complete now..." Adria looked over to the girl that Aylla had brought with her. Kat was staring, eyes wide at the spectacle before her. Her hand had been sunk up to the wrist in her own needy pussy during the entire thing. "Yes... please... I want... I want that." With those words, Adria's eyes flashed darkly and Kat could feel her own nipples pinched and pulled, slowly opening up for the essence to flow into her. It felt divine.

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Chapter 8 - The Lord of Terr-Pleasure?

Adria leered down at her daughter, prostrate at her feet with perfect heart-shaped ass high in the air. The witch absent-mindedly ran a delicate finger-nail up and down the length of the Black Soulstone luxuriously, a shiver running up her spine in time with the motion. She made a slow twirling motion with her index finger and Leah obediently shuffled around in a half-circle. Her ass now presented to Adria, Leah moaned softly and wagged it back and forth. "There's a good girl, Leah." Adria lined up the massive head of the fake cock with her daughter's poised backdoor. A tingle ran through the Soulstone as it touched her flesh and jolted the witch's clit pleasurably. Adria's eyes rolled upwards and a gush of cum cascaded down her pale thighs. With painstaking slowness she began to press forward, spreading the young girl's tight ass wider with every movement. Leah's fingers scrabbled fruitlessly at the smooth stone beneath her as she squirmed, trying desperately to take the girth of her mother. Something whispered through the empty hallways of her mind, straining to make itself heard to her, to let her know that not all was right. Now halfway inside Leah's grasping ass, Adria made a clenched fist with her right hand and her eyes began to glow with the sinister hue of brimstone and fire. Flickering runes appeared on the Soulstone's surface and the glassy material began to shift nauseatingly. Leah's rear clenched uncontrollably at the sensation and her lips parted in a soft moan. Spurred on by her daughter's reaction, Adria slid several more inches deep into her bowels, the glow from the Soulstone so bright now it nearly shone through her skin. "Mother... it's warm mother. So warm..." "Shhh dear, it'll all be over soon." Over in the corner Kat was just coming to her senses, the post-orgasmic high slowly tapering off. Beside her Aylla was languidly stroking her semi-flaccid dick, trying to coax it to full attention. Kat opened her eyes, not quite able to move her limbs yet but the sight that welcomed her nearly shocked her out of her skin. Leah was pressing her breasts into the stone floor of the keep with as much force as she could muster, the knuckles on her splayed fingers white with tension and her ass nearly split into by the growing mass of the Black Soulstone. Only a few inches remained in the cool air and somehow Kat knew those last inches were terrifyingly important. "No... Leah snap out of it!" Kat's parched throat rasped. She reached out a hand tremulously to get the poor girl's attention but Leah's eyes were unseeing and a thin tendril of drool ran from her gasping lips. "It's so good..." "Leah!" Kat was cut off suddenly by Aylla's strong grip on her waist. Frantically thrashing she tried to break free, but the Demon Hunter's years of training and honing her body proved too much for the gamer. She felt her body being lifted into the air and poised delicately over her captor's lap. Kat stole a glance down and immediately regretted it. "No... not again Aylla! Leah needs our help! Please help!" Aylla either didn't hear or simply didn't care, her monstrous dick was finally awake and would not be denied. Azmodan's corruption had seemingly taken hold deep inside her mind and despite the fact that the black sludge had been drained from her body, she still yearned for more pleasure. Kat grimaced as the head of the massive appendage began to spread her cunt wide. Against her will, her body began to respond to the treatment and copious liquids streamed down the cock, aiding its passage. Aylla dipped two fingers into her own cunt, slathering them thick with her juices before ramming them deep down Kat's throat, cutting off her weak protests. Satisfied that the fiery redhead was preoccupied, Aylla bucked her hips upward and smiled to herself as Kat's body accepted nearly a foot of throbbing girl-cock. "Hnngh!" Kat groaned around the fingers in her mouth, her tongue feebly tracing and licking them clean. A barely detectable shake of her head was the last conscious action she took before her eyes crossed and another foot of cock plundered her cunt, spearing past her cervix and into her womb with ease. Her smooth, freckled skin bulged outward to make way for the pillar of flesh inside her and she mewled in unwanted pleasure, her cum pulsing in time to her frantically beating heart. Adria however was too focused on the task at hand to take note of the Demon Hunter's antics and slid the last inch of the Black Soulstone into Leah's rear. Leah's arms were now slack, having since run out of energy from mind-shattering orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm. Her perfect bee-stung lips gasped for air like a fish out of water. Adria pulled back, ignoring the indescribable pleasure running rampant through her body at the rape of her daughter. With a single eldritch word, she rammed her hips forward and embedded the Soulstone to the hilt once more in the nubile young body before her. Leah's eyes snapped open, wide as saucers, and her mouth gaped in a silent scream. A split second later searingly brilliant light poured from her eyes and mouth, her body shuddering under tremendous duress as Diablo, the Lord of Terror wrenched control of her, body mind and soul. For a brief moment Leah's ragged consciousness raged at the unfairness of it all before the Prime Evil's tainting touch overwhelmed her. Had Kat been able to make sense of anything beyond the two feet of plundering cock stretching her womb she might have objected. She might have screamed. She might have railed against her captors. She didn't. She just sat there on the lap of the corrupted Demon Hunter, cumming her brains out and bouncing limply to the thrusts of her own game character. **** After what seemed like an eternity, Adria opened her eyes, her chest heaving to keep up with her hammering heart. Before her stood, in all his glory, the Lord of Terror... err, her glory? The massive scaled beast before her was predominantly crimson, deepening to the black of the abyss at its fingertips and feet. A pair of curled horns rose in spires from it's demonic head, and a long serpentine tail twitched lazily behind it. Most notable however were the pair of large, supple-looking breasts perched upon the chest of the beast. A slavering cunt leaked steaming fluids from between its double-jointed legs and perched just above it was  the most magnificent cock Adria had ever seen. It was nearly four feet long and equine in shape. Adria had to have it. "Master... please let me service you!" A low rumble resonated from Diablo's chest, a chuckling sound. "Yes mother, come get your just rewards." Malevolent intelligence glittered in those demonic eyes and captivated the witch, a green haze overcoming her normally sharp mind. The word mother rang an alarm in her head but she ignored it, the only thing that mattered now was getting that perfect cock lodged as deep inside her as possible. Diablo sneered at the mortal woman before her and beckoned with one daintily taloned finger. Adria's body lifted into the air and floated dreamily forwards, her gaze never wavering, never deviating from the demons own. A soft pink tongue traced her lips in anticipation and then suddenly she stopped, her mind clear and coherent. Adria looked around in confusion, her waist perched above Diablo's massive organ. In a flash she realized her peril and struggled weakly against her bonds of air. "Master! Please! After all I've done for you!?" A wicked grin split the demon's face as she replied laconically. "Diablo and I are one mother." Adria's face froze in a mask of horror just as she felt her body inexorably drifting downward, the immense horse-shaped cock spearing her backside almost painfully. She felt nothing but pleasure as Diablo's... no her daughter's dick inched its way through her bowels. She felt nothing but pleasure when it bulged obscenely through her once-taught belly. She felt nothing but pleasure when it spread her perky tits apart. She felt nothing but pleasure when, accompanied by the creaking of her jaw, the flared tip of the massive horse cock breached her lips and stood quivering in the empty winter air. She felt nothing but indescribable pleasure as her entire body was resigned to nothing more than a cock-sleeve for the Lord of Terror. In fact, she felt nothing but sheer, indescribable, mind-searing pleasure as the cock began to twitch--shaking her entire body along with it--and spasm uncontrollably as it released it's demonic load onto the stone battlements, each pulse stripping away her sanity.

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Chapter 5 - Succumbing to Sin

Sorry this took so long to get up here! I was having a hard time visualizing how I wanted things to start coming together. Forewarning: things start to get a little weirder from this point on (also a little darker). Enjoy! ...I hope. Also feel free to leave comments with suggestions of what you might like to see happen. I have a pretty good idea now of how the rest of the story will finish up but there's room for small modifications/extra scenes if the idea is sound and goes with the general theme. ***** Kate woke up drenched. Her eyes fluttered open weakly and suddenly everything came rushing back to her. "Holy fucking shit what happened to me?!" she frantically ran her hands up and down her body, staring incredulously at the distinct lack of a bulge in her belly. There was no sign of what had gone on at all. The bed was soaked in her cum but no indication of the mess that had been inside her. Her hands trembling, she stood up and walked shakily over to her computer. The screen was black but she didn't remember turning it off. As she turned to go take a shower, the edges of the screen came to life once more. This time she noticed the strangely swirling colors on the edge of her vision though and her curiosity got the better of her. She reached over to the mousepad, gently brushed the mouse and the monitor returned to the game menu. With her attention now focused on the game, the whirl of colors faded into the background. Her jaw slackened slightly and before she could stop herself she was pulling her chair back. Some small voice in the back of her mind chose that moment to speak up and she shook her head to clear it. Pushing herself back from the computer, and being careful not to look back at her computer she paused to think. "Those colors… are doing something to me. What the fuck are they? Where did they come from?" she couldn't deny that a part of her wanted to look back at the computer and just enjoy what they did to her for a while, but she was too worried after last night. Despite her resolve, her nipples were hardening and a slow trickle of arousal was leaking from between her legs. Kate dragged her suddenly heavy body upright and practically dragged herself to the bathroom. Turning the shower on and stepping in, she set the temperature as cold as it would go and shivered under the water for several minutes. All it seemed to do though was harden her nipples even further. She could practically feel the water steaming off her feverishly hot skin. Sliding to the floor of the tub, she let one hand drift between her legs and slipped one finger inside her now drooling pussy. A small orgasm rolled through her body and she moaned in delight. "Maybe if I just watch for a little bit it won't be so bad… I mean, it felt so good, right?" Her fingers quickened their pace. "Besides, nothing lasting actually happened. I'm not actually pregnant or anything." Without noticing she'd managed to fit the better part of her fist inside her now and her other hand was reaching around underneath her. "…and what those demons were doing to Aylla…" Another orgasm crashed into her. "…was so fucking hot." She stood up, shut off the water and practically ran out the door to her computer. Shaking the mouse and tapping the spacebar at the same time, she impatiently waited for the colors to start their blissful assault on her mind. Seconds later she had unpaused the game and was slouched in her chair, one arm furiously pumping away at her slavering cunt, her eyes glazed over and her jaw slack. A thin tendril of drool slid from the corner of her mouth as she unquestioningly watched her Aylla step through the door to Azmodan's chamber. ***** Aylla vaulted away from another arcing line of fire, stumbling into a pillar and panting heavily. The infernal heat permeating the room was starting to get to her, a sheen of sweat covering her scandalously clad body. Her encounter with Cydenae had left her with nothing but a pair of demonically taloned high heel boots, a cloak and skintight leather pants so form-fitting that they looked painted on. The room shuddered as Azmodan took a ponderous step towards her. Gathering herself, she prepared to launch herself to the next pillar. With a burst she exploded from her hiding spot only to fall flat, her hands thrust out in front of her to break her fall. A look of sheer horror bloomed on her face as she saw the spreading black pool underneath her, sapping the strength from her limbs and rooting her in place on her hands and knees. "No… not again…" The low, rumbling voice of the Lord of Sin broke the air. "I'm afraid so my dear. Cheer up, we have someone to help you bear the burden this time." Confused, Aylla lifted her gaze to look across the room and saw a strange, flickering shape suspended in the air by thick tentacles of the black ooze currently gluing her to the floor. Before she could utter a word, she was hauled into the air herself. Moments later the two pools of sin connected and the other victim was brought over next to her. It was another woman but her entire body flickered constantly. ***** Kat would have looked confused had she been able to control her own body at that point. There, on the screen in front of her, was an exact copy of herself spread-eagled in mid air flickering like a candle. Across from was her character Aylla, in a similar predicament and with a curious look on her face. No matter how she felt about the situation though, her glazed expression never changed and her furiously pumping arm never stopped–couldn't stop. What she didn't notice was her own body shimmering, mirroring the image of herself on the computer screen. ***** Aylla felt the blackness ooze over what little armor she had, and where it passed her armor disappeared. Resignation flooded her mind and her shoulders slumped, her chin falling to her chest. The second she did so, a wave of arousal spread through her and a flush crept up her pale neck. A soft, sweet voice emerged from the strange flickering girl and called out to her. "Aylla, don't give up!" She lifted her head to peer at her fellow captive as one of the tendrils began to spread over her body, encasing her in the liquid embodiment of sin. It felt amazing, a low moan finding its way out of her throat. Whatever Cydenae had done to her body seemed to be permanent as she could feel her clit expanding once again in pulses of lust. "But… it feels so good…" "No Aylla! Come on! You can fight this!" Azmodan cackled in glee. "Kat… sweet, naïve Kat. Aylla's will was broken last night and you watched it happen. You of all people should know how she feels." Aylla's new cock was jutting from her body now, just as ludicrously large as she remembered it. Having done its work, the black goo dripped off her body and she was slowly lowered to the floor. "You… watched? And you didn't try to help me?" "Aylla, it's not like it sounds!" A shiver ran up Aylla's spine as she took a step towards Kat's flickering body, conflicting emotions warring inside her head. This poor girl was a victim, just like her, but instead of helping when Aylla had needed it she had simply stood by and watched? Still, no one deserved this humiliation. But it felt so good to give in. Where was her sense of pride? All those years spent training as a Demon Hunter, all that hatred fueling her journey and sustaining her! Who cares? The pleasure, the sheer bliss running rampant through her body was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Suddenly she was standing right behind Kat, the throbbing head of her cock pressed tightly to the lips of Kat's pussy. "Aylla! Stop!" Aylla could hear her, but something inside of her had snapped. "No." With that, she thrust forward and felt half of her massive cock disappear inside Kat's body. "Hnggh!" was all Kat managed to utter, her eyes popping in disbelief as her own character violated her. She looked down in disbelief at the outline of the Demon Hunter's dick bulging against her skin. Coherent words were beyond her now. ***** Kat shifted unconsciously in her chair as the massive pole was rammed into her. Her eyes were no less glazed over than before but her hands had stopped moving and lay trapped at her sides. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy gaped wide, as if filled with something the size of her arm. Her body continued to flicker, faster than before and with each passing moment she grew fainter. ***** Two tentacles of sin slithered over Kat's nude body, one wrapping itself around her neck and left breast, the other around her right breast and then waist. The massive intrusion of her body had shocked her into near silence but the grunts of Aylla reverberated through the chamber. With each thrust, Kat swore she could feel Aylla's cock growing. Thicker, then longer, then thicker again. "N-no more… too much!" Kat whispered breathlessly, her belly starting to tent outward slightly with each forward slam from the Demon Hunter. "You haven't felt what I've felt yet Kat…" Kat shook her head from side to side slowly as she felt the two tentacles intertwine and snake underneath her, rubbing sensuously against her clit before prodding at her ass. For a brief moment time seemed to stand still and then with a final push they slid into her. Her eyes bulged once more and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Out of ecstasy or pain, she couldn't tell. With every inch that was shoved into her bowels another inch was slammed into her cunt. Aylla was matching the tentacles stroke for stroke and Kat's body was showing it. Everywhere the tentacles touched her nerves were on fire with pleasure. Finally her voice came back to her. "Fuck! Y-y-yessssss!" Depravity had once again gotten a grip over Kat's mind and she turned her lust-filled gaze to stare in wonder at her belly. Aylla's cock had to be at least two feet long by now and yet Kat's body seemed just as elastic as Aylla's. Each thrust from the Demon Hunter fully embedded her dick inside Kat, sliding up into her ribcage. The tendrils of black sin had wormed their way almost entirely through her now and she could feel them starting to fill the bottom of her throat. For a brief moment she panicked as she wondered how she would breathe but then it was over. With one final thrust they emerged from her mouth and writhed in the air. Unsure and uncaring of how she was still alive, Kat slipped into unconsciousness. Aylla continued pounding into her though and every movement of her hips brought another flood of Kat's cum gushing out. Once more Aylla's eyes took on an eerie green glow as she reveled in the perversion of fucking this other woman senseless. Too late she noticed the intertwined tentacles wrapping themselves around the two bodies and coming to rest at her own puckered rosebud. She paused for a split second in her thrusts, her huge cock distending Kat's quivering body. Realization struck her like a thunderbolt and before she could do anything they forced their way inside her. As they wormed their way deeper into her body, the shock in her eyes faded and she let go of Kat's waist. They seemed to notice the change and stopped. "Keep… ugh. Keep going!" Aylla reached back behind her, letting her cock support the full weight of Kat's body and pulled her own ass cheeks wider. "Give me more!" The tentacles obliged and practically flowed through her willing body. Like Kat, she could feel them rising through her throat and finally spreading her mouth open. She managed to catch a glimpse of the tips wriggling in the air in front of her nose before the entire length of the two appendages started to vibrate inside the two victims. "Mmffhguuugh" was all the sound she could make around their thickness, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as it lolled. The pleasure that had been rising in her system finally peaked with the added stimulation and her hips reflexively started pumping once more. Kat took this moment to regain consciousness, just as Aylla began to spew forth the first jet of cum deep in her womb. The vibrating tentacles, the disproportionate cock and the torrent of cum flooding into her body all at once shattered her grip on reality and an unending orgasm took hold of her. As her belly expanded to accommodate the seemingly infinite supply of cum Aylla was dumping inside her, Kat once again felt the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness rushing up to comfort her. She had time for one more thought before blanking out. See, this wasn't so bad… ***** Azmodan turned to Aylla. "Take her back to the keep, Adria needs you." Aylla bowed her head and stood up, her cock hardening in anticipation. She grabbed the limp form of Kat and admired the new black outfits covering them. What at first looked like black leather was in fact a constantly shifting casing of Azmodan's liquid black essence. Her own top tightened around her nipples and she felt them pucker in response. "Yes master."

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Chapter 0 - Struggling in Vayne

Vayne tumbled to the right, whipped the immense crossbow from her back and condemned Renekton up against a tree. Having just secured the blessing of the Lizard Elder she felt confident and was ready to push with her team to end the match. Pushing her crimson glasses a little higher on the bridge of her nose, she stepped into the brush and re-holstered her massive crossbow. She dusted off her skin-tight leather pants and allowed herself a smirk. Renekton hadn't proved much trouble, Miss Fortune had been denied almost any gold and Ahri was constantly being harassed by the efforts of Warwick and Swain in the middle of the map. This match was practically over. Vayne looked to her arcane map, sigils glowing on the surface as they updated in real time to show her the position of her allies on the map and the positions of any visible enemies. Ahri was, of course, hugging her turret in the middle and letting Swain slaughter her minions in the lane. "Foolish fox, that's what you get for acting like a slut against a seasoned general." She glanced over to the top lane where Jax was wailing away at the inhibitor turret, Renekton not having respawned yet. Vayne tsked and glanced over at the enemy wraith camp where Amumu was trying desperately to get enough gold to buy an Aegis of the Legion. "Little mummy, no matter how hard you try Ahri will never show you the affection you want." Vayne tapped on the map and chuckled. Lastly she looked to the bottom lane where Miss Fortune was on the brink of death once again, getting pummeled by Blitzcrank on his own. Zyra was... wait, where was Zyra? Vayne's brow furrowed momentarily. It seemed that in Blitzcrank's haste to smash Miss Fortune into the ground he had neglected to ward... again. Vayne sighed and put the map away, pulling her long black hair back into a pony-tail once more starting off back to her lane. "Whatever, Zyra was just a support. Nothing to be worried about." From the other end of the bushes, just out of sight, two red eyes glinted in the shadows and blinked once before disappearing. *** Zyra rose quietly and stalked her prey back to the unwarded tri-brush. "Nothing to be worried about eh? Dumb librarian bitch, I'll give you something to worry about for years to come." *** Vayne reached out to push aside the tall grass of the tri-brush and stopped suddenly. What was that she just heard? It sounded like... leaves rustling? There were no leaves on the ground though... Realization crashed into her and she threw herself to the left as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding a spray of thorns. Unfortunately a few of the flying thorns slashed through her belt and she heard her crossbows clatter to the ground behind her as she tumbled upright. "Fuck." Her chest heaving with the sudden exertion Vayne looked up from her crouch into the malevolent gaze of Zyra, idly toying with a pair of vines before gesturing forward and ensnaring the huntress where she was. "Just a support eh? Nothing to worry about?" Zyra said. Vayne glared daggers at her captor, furious with herself for having been caught so easily. The vibrant green skin of Zyra glistened with what might have been sweat, or perhaps oil. Maybe the capture hadn't been as easy as she thought. She looked over the enemy support, taking note of her nudity with the smallest of blushes. She could at least have covered herself with a leaf or two, no? Instead, Zyra's modest chest was capped with rose colored nipples and her flat, toned stomach lead down to a similarly colored pair of lush lips resting delicately between her thighs. If Vayne didn't know better she would even have said that they were spread slightly. Zyra followed her gaze and then grinned deviously. "Don't worry, you'll be seeing it up close soon enough." Vayne shuddered at the thought and held her chin up defiantly. "Go ahead and finish me so we can get back to the match, witch." Zyra shook her head slowly and stepped closer. "You won't be getting off that easily," Zyra paused for a moment and then chuckled at some inside joke, "or maybe you will." Confusion wrinkled Vayne's brow as the vines ensnaring her pulled her wrists back behind her and brought her to her knees in front of Zyra's waist. Now that she was inches from Zyra's pussy she could clearly see that the lips were parted and oozing a clear nectar. It smelled... heavenly. Vayne shook her head and tried to focus. Zyra's taloned hand reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from Vayne's face and then tilted it back so she could look directly into her eyes. Vayne's glasses had flown off during her tumble and a pair of dark eyes stared back up at her. =13pxVayne sneered and yanked at her bindings futilely. "You should your save your strength gorgeous. You're going to need it." "You're insane if you think I'm going to do anything like that with you," Vayne spat back at her. Zyra leaned down right next to Vayne's ear and whispered dangerously, "Vayne my dear, sanity is for the weak." WIth that, Zyra's other hand reached forward, pulled back the top of Vayne's leather suit and dropped in a single seed. "What the fuck was that?!" In moments Vayne could feel the seed sprouting tiny tendrils inside her outfit and a network of the little things encasing her body. In a flash, the vines whipped outward and shred her costume to pieces before resettling in their lattice against her porcelain flesh. "You bitch!" Zyra laughed, and pinched one of her own nipples. A small drop of fluid leaked out onto her fingertip and she lowered her hand to smear the liquid against Vayne's lips. Vayne tried to spit it off but to no avail, her struggles had no effect on the seeds small vines either. "What is wrong with you?!" "With me? Nothing. With you? You're a frigid bitch with a holier than thou attitude and I intend to fix that... permanently." Vayne felt an inkling of fear at the sound of the last word and then darkness rushed up to meet her as the liquid drug on her lips finally knocked her out. *** When she woke up, Vayne was still encased in vines that had sprouted from that little seed but there was something different... she was... she was in a grove of similar looking vines and when she looked down she could see that the seed had grown larger. Resting on the petals of the largest flower she had ever seen was Zyra, still naked and now quite visibly aroused. Two of her fingers dipped down to her pussy and slid into her with a soft schlick. "Oh good, you're awake. I brought you back to my home so that I could witness this in private." "What are you talking about?" "You didn't think we were done out there did you? Oh no, that was just the beginning... and now of course comes my favorite part of the process." Zyra smiled deviously and leaned back against the petals while she toyed with herself. A hint of trepidation finally showed in Vayne's voice. "P-process?" Without warning the seed that had come to rest against her petite belly-button, thrummed and seemed to come to life. Vayne looked down in horror as a large vine emerged from one end of the seed. A deep crimson in color, it had no leaves and glistened with some oily secretion. As it grew, several smaller vines split off and dug into the hood of her clit, pulling it back to expose her sensitive bud. Vayne arched her back, the sensation somewhat uncomfortable and unfamiliar as cool air whispered across her clit. One of the small vines wrapped itself around her clit and began to constrict, tightening and causing blood to rush to her button. "Nngh." Vayne groaned. It hurt, but in a pleasant kind of aching way. The large vine had by now split into two and one end was prodding gently at her puckered rear, the oily on its tip seemed to be causing the tight ring of muscle to relax with every poke. The other end had already managed to wriggle almost an inch into Vayne's now dripping cunt. The combination of her poor clit being gently squeezed and an inch of writhing vine embedded in her pussy was too much for Vayne to bear and she shuddered in quiet climax. As she came down from her high, Vayne opened her eyes to find Zyra standing right before her. Zyra was spreading the lips of her own cunt right in front of Vayne's face and she had to struggle against an overwhelming urge to lean forward and lap at the sweet smelling nectar that dribbled down Zyra's thighs. Panting heavily, Vayne tried to plead with the plant-woman. "Ok Zyra, you've had your fun... please release me now." "No." "But the League--hnnggghh." Vayne was cut off as the vine at her rear finally found entrance and thrust forward. The driving force impaled her on the vine wriggling in her cunt and they simultaneously forced their way into her body. Vayne's jaw fell open and a loud moan filled the grove. The vine in her cunt was pulsating now, each pulse sending it further inside of her until it brushed against her cervix. If she had looked down she'd have seen a small bulge where the other vine was worming it's way through her rear. Almost a full foot and a half was now lodged inside her ass and she couldn't stop clenching around it as another orgasm crashed around her. "The League will come looking for me-eeeeeee!" Vayne tried to continue her thought but was interrupted once more. She looked down in shock to where two of the tiny vines that had been holding back the hood of her clit writhed insistently against her nipples before forcing their way in. It was the sensation of two tiny vines wriggling into her nipples that brought the high-pitched squeal from her lips. "That's not... that's not possible!" Zyra chuckled at the proud woman beneath her and tapped her affectionately on the forehead. "Of course it is dear, and so is this." Vayne looked back up at Zyra's gaping pussy in time to see two more tendrils wind their way from inside Zyra to reach out and tentatively brush her dainty nose. Vaynes eyes widened in disbelief, the vines in her breasts had begun to thrum within her and a slew of never before felt sensations bombarded her. Had she had the presence of mind to pay attention to her lower half she might have noticed that there was now a writhing mass underneath the skin of her once taught belly where the vine in her ass had continued its exploration and the vine now hammering away at her spasming cunt was bottoming out in her womb with each thrust. Zyra reached down and petted Vayne's head softly. "Farewell," she said with a smirk. The twin vines brushing against Vayne's nostrils slid upward and inside her nose. Vayne was frantically trying to free her hands but to no avail. Panicked she began thrashing her head back and forth. "No no no no nooooooooo!" Zyra felt the two tendrils continue to quest ever upward until finally, defying all logic, they rested against the pliant material of Vayne's brain. WIth a sigh, Zyra climaxed, and the end of the two vines opened up to let the flow of heavenly nectar pour out into Vayne's head. Vayne's eyes darted about wildly, the unwanted intrusion of her head fraying her sanity. And yet, despite herself, every pump of Zyra's cum into her brain triggered another wave of ecstasy. Slowly, her frantic thrashing began to quiet. Her eyes taking on a glassy appearance. "Can't... stop..." Zyra giggled. "Have to... fight it..." Her limbs slack in their confinement, Vayne's jaw fell slack and she felt a pressure building in her throat. "Something... not right..." Zyra reached down and caressed Vayne's neck, coaxing the vine inside her ever upward. With one last groan, she squirted the last of her cum into the slightly sloshing head of the once proud Night Huntress. Vayne's head lolled to one side, her nipples leaking milk, her cunt gushing juices as she came in an unending orgasm. "Yessss... s-so good... M-m-mistress Zyra-mmphhg," she mewled, her last words cut off by the vine that finally wriggled free and in front of her glazed over eyes. The tip of the vine bulged and split open before gushing more nectar onto Vayne's face. "That's right my pet. Give in to Mistress Zyra and lets go find some more additions to the garden."

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Chapter 5 - Breaking Karlach, Day Four

Karlach woke, still somewhat dazed, to dawn peaking through the trees and streaking the sky a brilliant tapestry of pinks and oranges. She continued to lay there for nearly an hour as the sun rose, marveling at the beauty of the world. Propping herself on her elbows, she looked down her body, amazed that for the first time since she could remember, her cock was not raging hard and insistent after a night’s sleep. She stood up and headed back towards camp, not sure how she was going to sneak back into her tent without anyone asking why she was naked in the middle of the woods in the morning. Disturbingly, as she walked through the forest, the looming potential for humiliation seemed to be turning her on. Every step closer, she felt her body pumping blood into her slowly hardening cock, and to make matters worse whenever she thought about it, it twitched and grew a little more. By the time she was back at camp, her relief at the lack of morning wood was completely replaced by a burning shame and a massive, aching, throbbing erection to match.   What the fuck is wrong with me?! What has Shadowheart done to me? Gods why am I so turned on by this… it must be part of that damn spell!   Casting furtive glances around the camp from the forest’s edge, she tiptoed her way back to her tent and slipped under the back of it, grateful that no one seemed to have noticed her, even if her softening cock disagreed. She paced back and forth for a few moments, thinking furiously about her options, then with a sigh grabbed her pack. Setting about her tent in a frenzy, she began packing everything she could fit, a calm resolve having taken her.   I’ll just have to leave. I can’t return to that damn witch’s tent tonight if I’m miles away before sunset. I’ll just find them all again when the Geas wears off.   After a few minutes, satisfied she’d taken everything she would need to survive for a few weeks on her own, she slipped back out the back of her tent and off into the woods. Leaving her tent to avoid suspicion, she set off in a random direction. Her emotions ranged from determined at first, to hopeful, then to sad, and finally settled on a strange numbness. Rock, tree, and brush passed with her paying them no mind, even a startled deer burst from the undergrowth and tore off with a loud rustle at her passing. Karlach just stared straight ahead.   I’ve got to make it as far as I can before anyone realizes I’m gone. I won’t be able to tell anyone why I’m leaving, and Shadowheart could surely just command me to come back.   Choking back a few tears at the thought of leaving behind the only friends she had made in as long as she could remember, she soldiered on for the better part of the morning before coming to a rocky outcropping overlooking a pond. She stopped for a brief rest and meal, then huffed, and carried on.   By noon, she figured she’d made it at least four or five miles, when her journey was interrupted. She lifted a foot to step forward, and felt her body freeze up. She tried as hard as she could just to make that one step, but after five solid minutes of struggle she pulled it back, gasping for breath as if she’d just run a marathon. She doubled over, hands on her knees and chest heaving.   What the fuck is going on?   Without even another instant to reflect, her body turned around and started marching back the way she came.   No! No, no, no, no! Gods damn this spell, and gods damn Shadowheart!   She choked back a few tears, a passenger in her body as it carried her back in the direction of camp, the Geas overpowering her and forcing her back to her tormentor before she could get too far away. Her return trip proved as uneventful as her initial departure, save for one, important, damning fact: her humiliation fueled arousal stirred her cock into raging erection. No matter how she tried to spin it, she was starting to realize that Shadowheart had awakened something awful inside her. Her usual dominant desires were still there, she still found the thought of breaking the cleric over her knee and taking her like a beast arousing. But… but she also found the memories from the past few nights of being made to cum for Shadowheart’s pleasure… captivating. Just reflecting on the last two nights was itself enough to cause her already raging erection to drool happily in her pants. So caught up in her revelation she was that she barely noticed the familiar signs of the camp up ahead, her mind having spun off into strange fantasies of what she would do to Shadowheart given the chance, and almost as distractingly, what Shadowheart was going to do to her tonight. As she slipped under the back of the tent once more, with but a few hours before sunset, she found herself biting her lip in anticipation.   Her eyes adjusting to the darker interior of the tent, she found a single note placed in the center of the floor:   Tut tut pet. Disappearing like that, you almost spoiled your gift. But let it be known that I am nothing if not a kind Mistress. I’ll see you tonight. -Shadowheart   ***   The last few hours before sunset passed without note, anxiety building in Karlach’s chest and boiling over right as she felt the tug of the Geas on her mind. Her hands undressed her of their own accord, her feet shuffling towards the tent flap. Just as last night, they carried her past Shadowheart’s–and Isobel’s, Karlach thought–tent, and off in the same direction she had gone previously. Back to Shadowheart’s strange shadowy throne.   Coming around the large oak, she saw Shadowheart perched once more on her throne of midnight, legs crossed and the gorgeous, shimmering dress of ink and starlight from the first night caressing her body like a lover. The slit up her thigh exposed ivory skin to the stray moonbeams cascading down through a lightly clouded sky. Sitting demurely on folded knees by the side of the throne was Isobel, hands placed one over the other in her lap, back straight and utterly naked. The only vestige of ‘clothing’ on her perfect, pale body was a collar not unlike the one Karlach had worn last night. Shadowy, wispy, and almost ethereal, it was linked by a similar chain up to Shadowheart’s right hand. Her hand lay open, palm up on the arm of the throne, with the links of the chain lying across her hand; so sure of her slave’s discipline she didn’t even need to grasp the chain.   Karlach swallowed deeply, and stepped out into the moonlit clearing, her feet carrying her right up to the throne. She stood there stock still for a brief moment before, at the arch of an immaculate eyebrow from Shadowheart, she knelt at her feet, and kissed the bare toes of her dangling foot.   What... why… why did I do that?   “Good girl.”   Karlach felt a surge of pleasure well up inside her, a shiver running down her back at the praise, followed swiftly by an uneasy sickness deep in her belly.   Shadowheart gestured idly in Karlach’s direction with her free hand, the shadowy collar forming around her neck and tightening until it wrapped around her neck like a choker. Karlach’s head lifted almost imperceptibly, and she lifted her eyes to look up to Shadowheart.   “Tonight I have another gift for you,” she closed her fist around Isobel’s leash, and uncrossed her legs, flashing yet more of her perfect, alabaster thigh. Shadowheart leaned forward, and dropped Isobel’s leash in Karlach’s open palms.   Karlach looked down at the offered chain, stunned. She looked back to Shadowheart, her eyes flitting over at Isobel, then back to Shadowheart. Isobel remained kneeling at her mistress’s side, impassive.   “Tonight I offer you a chance to perform for me. Let your rage shine, and show me what you want to do to me but can’t. I want to see the mighty barbarian dominate.”   Karlach swallowed the lump in her throat, giddy at the prospect but terrified that it might be a trick.   “Fuck it, what more can you do to me, eh?”   Karlach stood up, too focused on her prize to hear Shadowheart mutter quietly.   “Whatever I want, pet.”   Karlach tugged on Isobel’s chain, one meaty fist stroking her cock slowly while the other reeled the cleric in. Isobel finally reacted, crawling over to her mistress for the night on hands and knees, pale grey eyes aglow with lust.   “Suck my cock, slut, and trust me when I say: you’re going to want to make it messy.”   Isobel smiled up at Karlach from under her domineering cock, the shadow of it looming large across her upturned face. She reached up, wrapping slender fingers around its base and lifting it up so she could drag her tongue from Karlach’s cleft all the way to the constantly dripping cumslit. Karlach closed her eyes and moaned, relishing in the warm wet bath Isobel was giving her cock.   “Go on then, I’ve already seen what you can do with your throat.”   Needing no further enticing, Isobel opened her jaw wide, tongue stretching nearly to the tip of her chin, and devoured Karlach’s turgid member. Swallowing it in moments nearly to the base, Isobel slurped noisily, drool sliding from around her lips and dripping in long strings to coat the tops of her breasts. She started to pinch and rub at her nipples in excitement before Karlach interrupted her.   “Stop.”   Isobel paused halfway down Karlach’s cock, looking up at her with big beautiful eyes.   “I didn’t say you could pleasure yourself. This is for me.”   Isobel whined her disapproval, the vibrations from her throat giving the head of Karlach’s cock a delightful tingle, but she lowered her hands just the same. Her nipples somehow hardened even more now that she’d been denied. Her slickening pussy dripped, the silvery glint of arousal shining on her thighs. From her throne, Shadowheart smiled in approval, one hand slipping underneath her dress to rub gently at her own sex, fingers coming away soaked, she brought them to her lips and licked them clean before dipping them down again.   Karlach looked down at the bobbing head of the Selunite, every pass another inch of her angry red cock disappeared between her lips. She touched Isobel gently on the chin with her finger.   “Look at me.”   Isobel dropped her head lower, angling Karlach’s cock towards the ground without letting it leave her mouth, then peered up at Karlach with pouty eyes, pupils dilated in pleasure. Without missing a beat, she continued forward, swallowing Karlach to the base without ever breaking eye contact. Copious amounts of drool poured from Isobel’s overstretched mouth, running down her desperately swallowing neck in thick streams. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.   “Hold yourself there.”   Isobel obliged, the tears now streaming down her face, breath growing short. Her thighs clenched, arousal running fever hot across her skin.   “Do you want more?”   Isobel nodded, eyes still locked to Karlach’s own.   “Mmmhmmmm!” she moaned.   “Beg me for it, beg for me to cum down your whorish throat.”   Isobel’s eyes rolled back ever so slightly at the words, a shudder running through her body before she pulled herself gasping from Karlach’s cock. In between pants, and holding Karlach’s impressive cock firm to her face, Isobel begged.   “Please Kar–mistress! Please, please, please cum for me. I want to taste your seed, I want it to coat my slutty throat until I can’t get the taste out! I want to swallow every delicious drop!”   Karlach grinned from ear to ear. Reaching down to run her fingers through Isobel’s silver hair, she tilted Isobel’s head back and with her other hand guided the tip of her cock back between her parted lips.   “Get ready.”   Isobel opened her mouth wide, licking lovingly at the underside of Karlach’s dick. Her brow creased, pleading wordlessly for Karlach’s hot cum. The sight itself almost enough to bring Karlach over the edge, she instead pressed her hips forward and down, sheathing herself in one swift motion all the way to the base. Grabbing the back of Isobel’s head now with both hands, she began to flex her hips, slowly at first then with increasing speed.   Glrk, hrk, grrrk!   Throat slime slopped noisily from Isobel’s mouth with every outward pull, mirrored in kind by happy gagging sounds as Karlach would thrust back in. Isobel lost herself in dreamy subspace, letting her body be used as nothing more than a tool for the domineering Tiefling’s pleasure. Too well disciplined to forget Karlach’s order not to masturbate, she instead repeatedly clenched her fists at her side, her eyes rolling back ever so slightly as the depths of her warm, velvety throat was plumbed by Karlach’s cock.   Shadowheart watched, transfixed at the powerful scene in front of her, her hand plunging three fingers into her cunt in time to Karlach’s impassioned thrusts.   “Go on you magnificent beast… ruin her!” she whispered to herself.   The frenzied thrusting of her hips and looming climax set Karlach’s blood on fire, her infernal engine of a heart pounding hotter and faster. Despite the racing of her engine, the shadowy collar continued to siphon off heat just as fast as she could produce it. Karlach felt her innate barbarian rage growing, the freedom to finally fuck on her terms boiling inside her and fueling it brighter. With a roar she flung her head back and felt her cock start to jerk.   Barely coherent, Isobel subconsciously felt the telltale twitches of the cock lodged deep in her throat, and her hands shot out to grab on to Karlach’s thighs, she slammed her head forward, nose pressing right into Karlach’s pelvis. She reached around behind the Tiefling and slid a finger into her ass, curling it inside her and matching it with her other hand’s thumb rubbing at Karlach’s swollen clit.   Starbursts blasting behind her eyes, Karlach came. She held Isobel’s head tight with both hands, hips bucking spasmodically, her thighs like jelly as she shot rope after rope of hot white cum deep inside the submissive Selunite. Isobel for her part did her best to swallow every drop as she’d promised, but Karlach’s unleashed dominant streak fueled her orgasm to new heights. Unable to keep up with the flow of seed, it started to leak from around the seal her lips made, and a particularly large blast pooled up in the back of her throat, backflowing up through her nose. Sinuses stinging and eyes watering, two thin rivulets of cum dripped from Isobel’s nose to mix with the cum leaking around Karlach’s cock. Still she swallowed, determined not to give up. Karlach barely paid any mind, her rage now in full swing. As her cock gave its last few heavy spurts, she looked back down at the ruined face of Isobel, eyes rolled back, nose and lips leaking cum, throat slime coating her entire front, Karlach grinned.   “That’s a good look for you, slut.”   Barely conscious, Isobel still shuddered gleefully at the praise, her arms dangling at her sides. Karlach released her head, and Isobel slid listlessly from the barbarian’s conquering tool. She collapsed to the ground, hacking up a few wads of cum from her abused throat.   “Th-thank you, mis-mistress…”   A shadow loomed over Isobel, and she pried her eyes open to look up at Karlach, straddling her body, cock still rock hard.   “We’re not done yet…”   A lazy smile split Isobel’s face.   ***   An hour later, Isobel lay face first in the grass, her knees pulled up below her waist, arms at her sides, as Karlach’s massive rage-fueled body plowed into her.   “Oh gods… oh fuck yes… take me!” Isobel screamed.   Karlach had already dumped one more load in the insensate cleric’s tight cunt, well on her way to a third orgasm for the night. With every thrust, Karlach stared down at Isobel’s pale cheeks clapping. Each clap exposed the tight rosebud of her anus briefly before disappearing between the two gorgeous globes of flesh. Her breath hot and heavy, Karlach slid a thumb tentatively towards the tantalizing prize.   “More… more… more… more!”   More than happy to oblige, Karlach slid her thumb inside the winking rosebud, smiling evilly at the desperate wail it elicited.   “Fuck yessssss! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”   Karlach grabbed one of Isobel’s limp arms and pulled it behind her back, slamming harder and harder into the quivering cleric.   “You want more? I’ll give you more you filthy slut. What does Selune think of you now? Taking cock like a cheap whore for a Tiefling at the whim of a Sharran.”   “I don’t caaaaaaaaaare…” Isobel’s squeal trailed off as she came for the thousandth time, her spasming cunt squeezing Karlach’s cock, desperate to milk it of its pearly treasure. “Fill me up, please mistress! Fill my slutty Selunite hole full of your hot cum!”   Karlach flexed her thighs, clenching her ass as she felt her third orgasm of the night wash over her.   Gods yes, this is more like it! Breaking this silly cleric beneath me, making Shadowheart watch as I take her precious Isobel right in front of her, turning her into my slut.   Shadowheart’s right arm was a blur under her dress, ramming four fingers into her sopping cunt up to the knuckle while her left hand pinched and pulled at her nipple. She bit her lip as she watched the display, thrilled beyond all expectations at Karlach’s show of force.   Karlach blasted the welcoming womb of Isobel with another load of seed, thick drops splattering to the torn up ground beneath them.    “Hah–thank you–hah–mistress-hah…” Isobel panted.   Karlach slid her cock from Isobel’s sloppy hole, watching as it gaped loosely now, spilling half of her load noisily onto the grass. A wicked thought bloomed in Karlach’s feverish mind, and she caught some of the dribbling cum in her hand, smearing it into Isobel’s tight ass.   “Mmm…?”   Karlach grasped her tip, guiding it to the delicate bud of Isobel’s ass, and pushed gently forward.   “Oh–ohhhhhh fuckkkk.”   Panicked, Isobel squirmed and tried to crawl forward, worried about what the raging barbarian was about to do to her ass. Karlach though was not to be denied, her arm holding fast to Isobel’s hips as she pressed forward.   “Unggh, so tight…” she muttered as Isobel’s warm bowels clamped down around her invading cock.   Isobel was beyond words, panting, gasping, and gulping down breaths of air as she willed her ass to accommodate her mistress.   “Gently, please mistress! You’re so–fuck–big!”   Karlach grunted, whether in acquiescence or disdain no one knew. Finally, patience having worn thin, she slammed her hips the last several inches inside Isobel. Isobel screamed, her cunt fluttering and shooting two streams of clear fluid to splash on the ground.   “I… I… oh fuckkkk…” and she passed out, her limbs going limp. Uncaring, Karlach began to thrust, one hand wrapped around to Isobel’s previously flat tummy, feeling the tip of her cock hammer her hand through the cleric’s flesh. She relished in the feeling, pleased to know she was ruining Isobel just as much as Shadowheart had that first night. Thinking back to that first night, Karlach’s memories overwhelmed her and images of her cumming her brains out while she watched the petite Selunite get wrecked right before her eyes came rushing back. Even more arousing now for some reason than it had been at the time, Karlach felt herself growing tense again. The tight, spasming asshole she was thrusting into, and the constant jets of girlcum drenching her thighs was driving her quickly towards climax. Furious at the fact that the images of her first submission seemed to be fueling her orgasm, Karlach roared.   For a brief lucid moment, Karlach felt the iron chains of her Geas flex. Ice cold clarity washed through her veins, and she pummeled Isobel’s hips all the harder, roaring over and over again. With each rage imbued roar, Karlach felt the Geas’ hold over her weaken, flickering like a sputtering candle, until finally, just as she emptied her cock deep into the bowels of the unconscious and drooling Isobel, it snapped. Karlach froze, her twitching member the only muscle on her entire, massive body continuing to move. She turned her head to look at Shadowheart, her eyes closed, entire fist pushed up into her clenching cunt, her shimmering dress long gone. Karlach yanked herself out of Isobel’s ass, letting her crash to the ground in a puddle of her own cum, ass gaping and pouring fresh cum to mix with the puddle. Karlach stood up slowly with bated breath, her still jerking cock shooting errant strands of cum across the scant few feet to Shadowheart’s quivering body and the shadow throne she lay on. With a pounding heart she rushed forward, one hand grasping Shadowheart around the neck while the other lifted her ankle high into the air, exposing her squirting sex.   Shadowheart’s eyes shot open, her breath coming in choked gasps around Karlach’s tightening grip. Cold, dark fury blazed in her eyes and she willed the Geas she had wrapped around Karlach’s mind to bring her crashing to the ground… but nothing happened.   Wha-   Was all she managed to think, her hands grasping at the corded steel of Karlach’s forearm before Karlach slammed her hips forward and impaled Shadowheart’s still twitching cunt on every thick inch of her cock. Raging, exhilarated, Karlach thrust her hips in a blur, pounding Shadowheart for all that she was worth.   “Fuck, fuck fuck… take it you bitch! Not so high and mighty now are you? You’re just another slutty hole begging for my cock!”   Shadowheart’s eyes narrowed, but couldn’t deny the fucking she was getting was the best she’d ever had. Windpipe crushed by Karlach’s massive fist, she couldn’t voice her disagreement either. Enduring the furious pounding for now, she closed her eyes, her clenching cunt squirting in one long continuous orgasm. She reached out to Lady Shar, feeling the tenuous favor of the Night Mother reach back.   Let this be a lesson in humility, my Chosen.   Yes, Goddess.   With renewed strength, Shadowheart opened her eyes to stare up at Karlach. Her eyes now entirely black save for flecks of glinting white starlight, she poured her borrowed power into the collar around Karlach’s neck.   Hips a blur, Karlach started to cum again, her exhausted cock spewing thin ropes of her seed deep inside Shadowheart’s welcoming cunt. As she came, she felt her strength waning, each blast robbing her of more and more of her strength, the collar at her neck turning to ice. Suddenly shivering, her brow furrowed, one hand reaching up to touch the collar. Before her fingers met the surface of the collar it constricted, choking the air from her lungs. Karlach’s golden eyes bulged, noticing Shadowheart’s inky black eyes for the first time. Unable to speak, she reached up to claw at the collar, falling backward onto the grass, her still spasming cock shooting cum up at her own face and tits as she fell back.   Shadowheart rose from the throne, her pussy drooling spent cum, she lowered herself to her knees straddling Karlach’s hips and guided the slightly softer cock back to her sex.   “We. Are. Not. Done. Slave.”   Her dark, imperious eyes caught and held Karlach’s own, fear washed over her, the collar easing up ever so slightly. It took every ounce of Karlach’s strength just to continue breathing as Shadowheart slowly started to rise and fall, riding her with deliberate, careful motions. She swirled her hips in sensuous spirals as she thrust down on the exhausted barbarian’s cock.   “You will regret this outburst. But first, it appears I must teach your rebellious cock who its true mistress is.”   And Shadowheart rode Karlach, achingly slowly, through several more ever weaker orgasms, until for the second time in less than a week, Karlach’s cock was wrung utterly dry of any semblance of cum. Her soft cock slipping from its warm confines, Karlach stared up at her mistress.   “Please… no more…” she croaked, the collar still tight around her neck.   “The fact that it’s almost dawn is the only thing saving your pathetic cock, worm.”   Shadowheart stood up to her full height, eyes dark and majestic. She pressed Karlach’s limp cock to her solid abs with one dainty foot, massaging it with her toes, smearing cum up and down its length. Karlach whimpered as her cock gave one last, half-hearted twitch.   “Tomorrow, your real punishment begins.”   And with that, Karlach felt the cold steel chains of Geas wrap once more around her mind, a thousand times stronger than before.    

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Chapter 10 - The Finale?

Heavy, wet slaps echoed across the pinnacle of Heaven. The former Aspect of Hope grunted, slamming her hips up into her pet's defeated cunt and filling her to the brim with girlcum one more time. Kat's blissful, dazed expression barely flickered in acknowledgement, a lazy grin plastered on her face. A trickle of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth to mix with the veritable ocean of mixed juices that the two women lay in. Rakanoth cleared his throat with a rasp, drawing Auriel's attention. "You've had your fun, now bring her along." Auriel laughed, waved a gloved hand, and sat up. Kat's limp body lifted on unseen strings, dragging inch after endless inch of Auriel's new cock from her insides. With a last, obscene sucking sound she popped free, gushing pent-up seed from their fucking. With the mesmerizing effects of her captor's cock wearing off, Kat blinked, slowly coming to her senses. Shameful memory of the last several hours came rushing back to her, along with hours worth of pleasure. Eyes crossing and thighs squeezing together, she moaned, the embarrassment and built up pleasure wringing and unwilling orgasm from her. "Come along then pet, you've an audience with the new master of Heaven." Auriel beckoned and, with no better plan in mind, Kat felt herself following on shaky legs. Everywhere she looked she could see the ruin and devastation Diablo had wrought on Heaven. Fire and brimstone covered the landscape and in the distance, a Siegebreaker battered at one of the few gates still standing. A female angel to their left lay face down on the marble, her demonic captor pounding mercilessly into her backside, ethereal slaps accompanying the angel's impassioned moans. "If you like, we can pick up where we left off earlier," Auriel whispered into Kat's ear, licking her neck sensuously for emphasis. Kat shuddered, her eyes closing before she turned her gaze forward to a staircase where Rakanoth stood waiting. "Enough dawdling, the other Aspects have already been rounded up. Diablo has them now at the pinnacle." He gestured pointedly towards the stairs. Auriel sneered at the Archdemon. "Spoilsport." She turned back to Kat, "Well, I guess the boss is waiting." Kat took a deep breath and drifted past the two rivals and up the stairs. Rakanoth watched her for a moment before looking back to Auriel. "She's expecting you too." Auriel winced and with reluctant beats of her blackened wings, followed Kat up to the Pinnacle of Heaven. *************************************** Kat dipped her head under the archway as she stepped out onto Heaven's highest platform. Looking around in confusion, she continued to the center of the room. "Where's Diablo?" she muttered under her breath. Behind her, Auriel followed timidly. Wispy black shadows began to flow together, whirling in a multitude of eddies and streams before coalescing behind the corrupted angel, unnoticed by either of the room's two occupants. "Someone's been a very naughty girl," whispered the thickening shadows, the voice both soft and imperious. Kat spun, eyes going wide as she took in the spectacle unfolding across the platform. There, in all her terrifying glory, was the Prime Evil. Auriel's wings clasped in two hands, with another at her throat and the last cupped possessively over the corrupted angel's crotch. Pinned to the wall above the entryway were the empty husks of armor that once contained the other three Aspects. "N-naughty?" Auriel gasped, her new member betraying her under the ministrations of Diablo's talented hands. Her hooded head tilted down to watch as her rebellious cock swelled, quickly growing to its full length. "Very naughty... you tried to save Hope, bestowing it on the human like you did." Diablo's hand quickened, stroking Auriel's throbbing member and drawing a shuddering moan from the depths of her cowl. "I-I was just grouping the Aspects together for you!" "Of course you were. Do you know what we do with naughty angels, my dear?" A whimper escaped Auriel's lips, "...no?" "Let me show you." Auriel's gaze was fixated on the hand pumping her sensitive cock, so noticing the hellish red head of Diablo's own massive, horse-like cock twitch and begin to grow in the gap between Auriel's legs was easy. She swallowed, the pressure on her throat from Diablo increasing, forcing her to fight for her breaths. Across the floor, Kat stood dumbstruck by the scene playing out before her. Diablo's flared head pushed outward, inch after inch of demonic cock extending from the Prime Evil's sheath. Auriel's pale member quivered, over a foot of corrupted angel rapidly being outdone by Diablo's own abomination. The former Aspect felt a shiver of apprehension as Diablo opened her hand to include her own cock in the gentle stroking, Auriel's impressive cock dwarfed by the demon's still-growing monstrosity. "I'm going to use this," Diablo tapped the underside of her cock, "to pound every last vestige of sanity from your brain..." Auriel gulped loudly. "...and then you're going to beg me for more." Auriel shook her head, while a thick drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit of her cock-head, lubing up her tormentor's dick in preparation. "P-please... no..." Diablo ignored her pleas, two of her hands moving from the angel's wings to her thighs, pulling them up to either side of Auriel's body and spreading her wide for Kat's unobstructed viewing. Clear, viscous pre-cum flowed liberally from Diablo's tip as it angled up and pressed insistently against Auriel's weeping nether-lips. "Wave goodbye to your Mistress, human." Kat blinked, almost unconsciously she felt her hand drift upwards, waving lazily at her distressed Mistress. "Kat! Help me—hrrk!" Auriel's breath exploded from her lungs unbidden as Diablo's conquering rod rammed up into her, battering past her cervix and into the back of her womb in one thrust. Her fingers splayed out wide, a growing bulge tenting her previously flat stomach as the rampaging cock inside her pressed ever onward. Her own cock drooped slightly, cowed by the larger, animalistic prick of the Prime Evil. "Do you know why I had you and Auriel brought here to me, Kat?" The question broke Kat from her perverted reverie. Loud grunts of pleasure from the dominated Auriel doing their best to distract her from replying. "To... kill us?" A husky, disturbingly seductive chuckle rumbled from Diablo's throat. "Hah, no... nothing quite so crude. I wasn't lying to you when I said that Diablo and I were one now." Auriel's flagging cock stiffened and spurted a healthy load of cum, painting the tiles white with her pleasure as she orgasmed. Diablo grinned and picked up the pace, forcing the angel to shake her head frantically, her hands grasping the bulge in her stomach, feet kicking futilely. "I have a plan, an end to this miserable war between Heaven and Hell." Auriel's hooded head lolled forward, her neglected cock slapping loudly up between her bouncing breasts, flinging droplets of cum all over her delirious face. "It's true what they say you know, the best form of government is a benevolent dictator. No one to argue with, no differing opinions." Another geyser of cum erupted from Auriel's porcelain cock, spraying into the air like some obscene fountain. "With the creation of the Prime Evil, I was halfway there. All of Hell united behind one being - me. All I had to do was take the Aspects and creation would finally know peace." A flicker of confusion crossed Kat's face, peace? Why would Diablo want peace? Another laugh burst from the demon fucking Auriel's brains out. "Diablo didn't want peace... I did." Diablo reached one taloned finger up to tease at the slit of her captive's flapping member, eliciting a weak spurt of pearly white goo. "But Tyrael and this pesky little thing ruined everything when they bestowed their power on you." With one claw, Diablo guided Auriel's cock to her lips, coaxing the angel to open wide and swallow the tip of her dick, pressing it tightly between her tits. "Did you know, I can't actually take the Aspects of Hope and Justice from you. Not like I did with the others," she gestured behind her to the husks of armor adorning the wall, "because you're... human." She reached up and pulled back the defeated ex-Aspect's hood, exposing a cum-coated and broken angelic face slurping noisily at the head of her cock. "But not all is lost! There is a... light... at the end of the tunnel." Diablo grinned at Kat as she forced Auriel to swallow another load of cum, corrupted angelic jizz streaming from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth despite all her gulping. "I can't take the Aspects from you, but I can give you the other three... if you take them willingly." Kat swallowed, her nipples stiff and arousal running down her legs to drip on the cracked marble beneath her feet. "Why would you do that?" "I may not be able to rule by myself, but ruling side by side with you... I think I could get behind that." Diablo punctuated 'that' with a final thrust of her hips, finally letting her own orgasm take over and flooding Auriel's battered womb with demonic essence. "Oh god... so full..." Auriel mumbled, dropping her cock from between her lips, her hands pressing at her rapidly inflating belly. Seconds drew out into minutes as Diablo pumped a seemingly endless stream of jizz into the fallen angel. Finally sated, the Prime Evil grabbed Auriel by the neck, lifting her effortlessly off the two feet of hellish cock impaling her. Auriel's cock gave one last twitch as she came free, a sad little gush of cum oozing from the tip to join the gallons spewing from her destroyed cunt. Diablo looked at her mind-broken pet and smirked. "P-please... m-m-more..." "I told you," Diablo whispered back before dropping her in the sticky mess on the floor. With thundering steps, she crossed the room and thrust two clawed hands upwards, summoning a growth of demonic corruption from the ground into the form of a throne. Kat stood still, hypnotized by the image of her former Mistress lapping at the puddle of cum she lay in, nonsensical muttering tumbling from her lips between frantic licks of her tongue. Diablo coughed behind her. "Well?" Slowly, Kat turned around to face the imposing Prime Evil. Diablo lounged with her chin in one hand, elbow resting on the arm of her throne. Her other hands alternated between toying with her nipples and her still-turgid two foot cock. Kat licked her lips, eyes fixated on the massive member towering above her. When had she gotten so close? "Can I..." Kat shook her head, "can I have one of those?" Diablo laughed. *************************************** Kat crawled up onto Diablo's lap, hands frantically pumping at the imposing mountain of a cock, tongue savoring the mixed taste of the Prime Evil and Auriel's fucking. A river of pre-cum oozed out of the flared head, coating Kat's hair and dribbling down her face and neck, the heady scent only heightening Kat's arousal. "Yes little Kat, you can have your own cock. But you have to take it willingly..." Kat looked up into Diablo's eyes, mind slowly grasping the situation at hand. She took one more long lick as she stood up on Diablo's lap, turning her back to the demon, she grasped the head of the horse-like demonic cock in one hand, steadying herself against Diablo's shoulder with the other. She looked across the marbled floor to the unhinged fallen angel, where a last glimmer of lucidity flickered in Auriel's mind. "No... mortal..." Kat bit her lip, and sank her ass down onto the infernal abomination, shoving a full foot of well-lubricated demonic cock into her colon in one go. "Hnggghh... yesssss..." Kat sighed, "finally." She ground backward, before lifting herself up until just the tip remained inside her stretched asshole. Locking eyes with Auriel, she slammed herself down again, fourteen solid inches battering her insides to their will. Kat's eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled out as she forced the massive member ever deeper, an obscene bulge distending her belly, visible proof to her willing domination. Finally bottoming out with her cheeks resting on Diablo's thighs, Kat hung her head back and grinned crazily at the Prime Evil. "Please... I want to feel you fuck me all the way to here," she pointed to her throat. "With pleasure." Diablo smirked evilly, one clawed finger toying with Kat's mouth. Kat sucked greedily on the finger between her lips, eyes widening as she felt Diablo's member inside her lengthening, tears welled in her eyes as it rampaged through her body, demanding complete subservience. "And now for my end of the bargain..." With the tip of her clawed finger, Diablo pricked Kat's swollen clit, starbursts of pleasure exploding behind Kat's eyes. She looked down loopily at her rapidly growing clit, a smile splitting her face as it blossomed into a thirteen inch pillar of cockflesh, a pair of heavy balls drooping over her unused, soaked cunt. "It's... perfec—glrk" Kat gurgled, a distressing sensation suddenly robbing her of words. Diablo's still-growing, monstrous meatstick had finally reached her throat, the flared head conquering the last few inches of her body, forcing her jaw wide as it finally stopped. Kat reached up and stroked her throat lovingly with one hand, the other playing with her new rock-hard dick. "Is this what you wanted... pet?" With the ram-rod straight length of cock plundering her entire body, Kat couldn't nod, but she tried her best to smile around the length of dick stretching her mouth and blinked happily at her new Master. "Good. I wasn't lying when I said we would rule side by side... but I never said we would be equals." Realization flickered through Kat's eyes. Diablo grasped her fuck-puppet and began to slide Kat up and down torturously on her cock, heavenly light pulsing from Diablo's cock into Kat. The movement brought Kat's attention to her new prostate, squashed by the length of cock devastating her entire body. As she struggled for breath through the deep fucking of her throat, pleasure overwhelmed her mind, a geyser of cum shooting up to glaze her face and tits. Amidst all the rampant ecstasy, Kat found it hard to care that she'd been tricked. *************************************** Kat woke up with a start. Arms flailing, throwing her sweat-soaked sheets to the side. "Oh my god... was it all a dream?" she panted, chest heaving. She looked over to her computer and saw the all-too familiar "You Have Died" stamped across the screen. "Left the damn computer on again." She got up to turn it off, her balls and limp cock sliding free of the sheets. Kat stared down, dumbstruck, before rushing to the mirror, dick flapping ludicrously. Standing in front of the mirror, she reached up and gently fingered the black tattoo of a collar around her neck, her cock hardening as a smile played across her lips. "Mmmm, I can't wait to see you again... Master." *********** THE END ***********

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Chapter 1 - Isobel

Shadowheart could feel her heartbeat pounding in her lithe neck, her vision narrowing, darkness consuming her periphery until the only thing left was the scarred Aasimar before her. She tightened her grip on the Spear of Night, sweat slicking her palms and nerves causing an irrepressible tremor to course its way down her arms. Her head echoed loudly with Lady Shar’s urging, willing her to kill the Selunite and claim her rightful place as Shar’s Chosen, as a Dark Justiciar… as the Dark Justiciar. The time for conversation was over, her traveling companions watching her with bated breath. The cold fury of the Nightsong burned in her eyes, and for a moment the shadows abated, a soft melody swelled in her ears like birdsong, as captivating as the shimmering of the full moon over a glittering ocean.   She blinked and it was over. Suddenly standing right in front of the Nightsong, a heavy weight dragging her to the ground. She looked down at the spear jutting from the lifeless body of the Nightsong, at her hands clasping it tight in a death grip. Finally willing herself to let go, she could hear Lady Shar’s praise. A single glorious desire welling up inside her:   Dominate   The spear tumbled from her grasp and melted into wisps of shadow before it even hit the ground. As she turned to face her companions she could feel the shadows swelling around her, wrapping tight around her body and embracing her like the welcoming arms of a mother.   Go now, my Chosen. Go forth and conquer, bring the world under my heel and rule them as my Champion. Dominate, enslave, subjugate. None are your equal, and all your playthings to use as you see fit. Go.   A sensuous thrill ran down her spine, and as she looked down she saw the shadows twist and curl around her, reshaping her armor into the familiar dark steel of Shar’s chosen, of the Dark Justiciars. More glorious and beautiful than any she had seen before, her gauntleted hand turned over, fingers flexing and pulling wisps of shadow from the air around her. Experimentally she clenched her fist and felt the world warp to her will. Shadow stretching from the base of the stone pillar beside her and meeting her own shadow at her feet. With barely a thought she melted into the shadow, reappearing beside her companion, Tav.   “Let’s go, we’re done here.”   Tav, still shell-shocked at the murder of the Nightsong, blinked and then nodded, turning to follow Shadowheart back to camp and out of the Shadowfell. *****   Isobel chanted a few words, imploring her deity for a tiny mote of divine power to add to the shell of moonlight that protected Last Light’s Inn from the encroaching shadow curse. A tiny spark leapt from her palm and flitted out towards a growing crack in the shell, bolstering it. She coughed into her hand, fatigued by the constant need to reinforce the protective dome. Turning from her balcony she gasped in surprise as the shadows at the foot of her bed swelled and morphed, rising into the familiar shape of Shadowheart.   “That’s a new trick… or has Shar always blessed you so?”   A smirk split her face as Shadowheart replied.   “Lady Shar offers her most devoted followers incredible power. Perhaps you’d like a demonstration.”   Isobel’s eyes narrowed, there was no love lost between the opposing clerics, their deities’ long-standing feud fueling her skepticism.   “I think I’ll pass, thank you,” she sneered.   “I wasn’t asking.”   A mask of confusion covered Isobel’s face, fading rapidly to alarm as she watched Shadowheart reach out towards her and twist her hand into a fist. Suddenly her muscles seized, shadowy tendrils reaching towards her from all corners of the room as she felt the spell take hold of her body. She tried to scream but only strangled grunts leave her unmoving lips.   Slowly, agonizingly, Shadowheart stepped forward, crossing the room in measured steps while her armor shimmered, darkening and turning into inky mist before dissipating, leaving her clothed only in nebulous shadow before warping into an elaborate dress, black as a starless night. Each delicate step she takes exposes milky white thigh through slits up to her waist, the front of the dress plunging between her breasts, threatening to drip from her body altogether.   “Lady Shar has blessed me beyond your wildest imagination. You will be the first to witness my power, but most certainly not the last.”   Her words come out as a whisper in Isobel’s ear, Shadowheart’s lips not moving, but rather translated directly into her mind.   “Hold Person is a marvelous spell, don’t you think? Such a simple trick, but limitless in its potential uses.”   Isobel strained with every fiber of her being, imploring to her goddess, Selune, to aid her. A silvery beam of moonlight streamed through the open balcony, scattering the shadowy tendrils and freeing the moonlight cleric. Gasping and reeling, she inhaled to scream a warning to the rest of the Inn.   Stop.   A single hushed word tumbled from Shadowheart’s lips and Isobel felt the shadowy power sink into her mind, her jaw falling slack and eyes unfocusing for a brief moment.   “As is the spell Command. Now stop struggling pet, and Obey.”   Isobel’s will railed ineffectually against the second casting of the spell, her eyes glazing over once more and her arms falling limp to her sides.   “I will obey…” she droned, in a listless monotone.   Shadowheart reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Isobel’s face, tucking it behind her ear.   “Your beauty is wasted on Selune, let me reshape you in Lady Shar’s image.”   Even through the power of the spell, Isobel’s body shuddered, fear coursing through her veins, helpless to resist her tormentor. Still, she could feel her pulse quickening, and a telltale warmth spreading through her body, centering itself below her belly and an unwelcome itch between her thighs blooming in response. Sheer panic set in, entreaties to the moon goddess scattering against the shadowy prison around her mind, inwardly flailing, Isobel’s outward appearance betrayed none of her turmoil. Her eyes stared forward, unseeing. Her lips parted slightly, slack and unmoving. Her arms hanging limp at her sides, not even a twitch of the fingertip to be seen.   Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. There were a few muffled voices outside, and a moment later another knock.   Shadowheart cursed quietly then narrowed her eyes.   “Well, it looks like you’re saved… for now. I’m afraid I can’t let you off the leash quite yet though,” and with a flick of her fingers and a few words of power, she cast Geas on the trapped Selunite.   You will tell no one of what transpired here, nor warn anyone of how I have acted. Come find me at our camp.   Isobel felt the spell drape over her mind like a heavy net, squeezing briefly as it sets in… and then freedom, just in time to watch Shadowheart blow her a kiss and melt into the shadows at the foot of her bed. Shaking herself from her stupor, she opened the door for Tav, trying desperately to shake the effects of the Geas, but her mouth can’t find the words.   “Is everything alright Isobel? You seem… flustered.”   Isobel found herself unconsciously reassuring the slender drow, somehow the right words spilling from her mouth unbidden. The unshakable power of the Geas compelling her to protect Shadowheart’s secrets, Isobel shivered at the thought of what is to come. *****   Cursing under her breath, Shadowheart emerged from the shadows inside her tent, collapsing onto a veritable pile of pillows as black as pitch. Her inky dress pooling around her curves enticingly in stark contrast to her alabaster skin. The slender flap of fabric between her legs providing just the barest amount of modesty as she propped one dainty foot on an ottoman before her, her slipper shimmering and fading into nothingness, she crossed her legs, dangling the opposite slipper carefully from one perfectly manicured toe. Bobbing her foot and watching the slipper swing in tandem, she took in a deep breath, closed her eyes and sighed.   “I guess there’s nothing for it but to wait then.”   She leaned her head back onto the pile of pillows and relaxed, trying--and failing--to find patience while awaiting the arrival of her new project.   Eyes closed, she grinned as she remembered the incredible power Lady Shar had bestowed upon her and reached out with one hand and twisted it, willing the already shadowy confines of her tent to tumble into stygian darkness, the midnight material of her dress swallowing what little light intruded, her foot never ceasing it’s bobbing motion. As she relaxed her hand, the shadows retreated and moonlight spilled once more through the tent’s opening. Seconds turned to minutes as she flexed her newfound power, then minutes to hours, too anxious to sleep. Finally, in the small hours of the night, a shadow--not her own--darkened the entrance to her tent. A small glimmer of a smile creased Shadowheart’s face, her brilliant white teeth the only thing visible among the shadows as Isobel ducked under the tent flap.   With her arrival, the Geas from earlier in the day finally faded. Reacting as fast as possible, she opened her mouth, begging the moon goddess for guidance as she swelled with luminescence, starlight flickering across her skin. Reaching forward with a sweep of her arm, she opened her eyes, the irises and pupils gone, replaced by a pure white glow… but with nothing to release her spell upon. The tent was empty.   Shadowheart looked on with glee from the one corner that the magical light could not quite seem to penetrate, then willed herself once more into the Shadowfell, pooling beneath the Selunite’s feet before thrusting her shadowy form upwards and pressing one delicate finger against Isobel’s lips, a powerful Dispel Magic releasing from her fingertip as it touched Isobel’s skin.   Isobel’s eyes blinked and returned to their normal silvery hue, her held breath exploding from her lungs without a trace of the moon goddess’s power. Before she could react, the familiar tightening of her muscles swept across her body heralded Shadowheart’s cast of Hold Person. All the fury of Selune could muster was a quiet whimper from her chosen cleric, lips parted slightly in surprise.   “Now now, pet. That’s no way to greet your mistress.”   A solitary tear trickled down Isobel’s face as she found herself powerless once more in Shadowheart’s grasp. Shadowheart brushed the teardrop away with her thumb, pressing her lips softly to each cheek of the magically bound cleric.   “Hush, pet. You will thank me for this soon.”   Shadowheart stepped around her prey, a panther stalking its prey. As she trailed her finger across the holy robes, a wispy shadow followed behind, unraveling the cloth into shadowy mist until finally, after completing her circuit, the Selunite was left garbed in nothing but inky shadow.   Silence.   Shadowheart dropped once more into her pile of pillows, legs spread tantalizingly, the midnight dress draping itself across her supple body leaving nothing to the imagination.   Kneel.   Isobel felt the two commands settle across her mind, her mouth opening and closing without so much as a whisper before she tumbled to her knees. Cold fury seethed in her eyes as she stared up at the barely clothed Sharran. The cold of the night air seeped into her skin, the fading of her clothing into mist now eminently apparent in the forefront of her brain. Isobel felt goosebumps pimple across her bare skin, her dusky nipples tightening into pebbles.   “Aroused are we?”   Shame flushed her cheeks, but the Command spell prevented Isobel’s scathing retort. Arousal, or the cold night air, there was no way for an outside observer to tell the difference and no way for Isobel to defend her honor.   Smiling evilly, Shadowheart reached up to pinch at her own breast with her left hand, while her right drifted down to the shadows between her thighs. She slipped her hand under the thin strip of cloth and began to rub gently at her clit while her nipples pebbled into diamonds.   “I think it’s time I enjoyed these new powers, and it’s time for you to recognize your new mistress.”   Isobel grit her teeth, but her moonlit rage found no weakness in the spells compelling her.   “Your resistance is cute, but I grow tired of it.”   Crawl to me.   Isobel struggled with all her might, silently begging Selune for aid, but ultimately toppled forward onto her hands, and slowly, tremulously, crawled forward between Shadowheart’s long legs. Her naked form shivered and a hot flush swept across her skin, this time leaving no doubt as to its source as wetness slicked her lower lips. The proximity to the magnificent Sharran’s sex, and the power she exuded was heady, her soft musk filling Isobel’s senses. Unconsciously, Isobel licked her lips in anticipation, anxiety fraying her nerves. The rage in her eyes simmered still, but its previous heat dimmed, fighting desperately with lust.   “I want this to be slow. Agonizing. I want you to hate how much you want me. But ultimately, I want you to fall. Worship me as your new mistress, your goddess.”   Isobel clenched her jaw, her fury re-igniting at the Sharran’s words.   “Perfect. Now…”   Shadowheart lifted her foot from the floor, pressing her toes to the helpless cleric in front of her.   Worship me.   With the freedom to interpret the Command, but unable to resist, Isobel’s lips parted and she kissed the offered foot softly. Her kisses slowly trailing their way up her calf. Rewarded with a shiver from Shadowheart, and a quickening of the Sharran’s masturbation, Isobel continued her trail of kisses down the calf of her opposite leg. Shadowheart lifted her foot once more and pressed it to Isobel’s forehead, pushing her back slightly. Isobel panted, rosy arousal tinting her cheeks her eyes focused once more as the haze lifted from her mind.   “Now, pet. This is my favorite part. The offer of redemption.”   Isobel gazed up at her captor, exhausted, but hopeful.   “In a moment I will Command you again. With each lick you postpone my next Geas for five seconds.”   The offer extended, Isobel feels hope swelling in her breast briefly before Shadowheart continues.   “But every touch will be mirrored. You will feel each lick you give returned tenfold. If you can bring me to climax first I will set you free with nothing more than an oath of silence.”   Isobel’s eyes narrowed but she clung desperately to the possibility of freedom like a drowning sailor in a storm to a piece of driftwood.   “Any questions, pet?”   Isobel felt the compulsion of silence briefly lift.   “Geas is temporary, I will break free.”   Shadowheart pressed her toes to Isobel’s lips once more.   Silence.   “Tut, tut, pet. Now… begin.”   Lick.   Isobel’s vision clouded once more and she felt herself crawl forward, urged on by the hooking of Shadowheart’s leg around the back of her neck. Shadowheart pulled her dress to the side, allowing Isobel her first glance at the dewy lips of the Chosen Sharran, arousal dripping teasingly to the ground. Her lips suddenly dry, Isobel paused before the threat of the impending Geas returned to the forefront of her mind. With sudden, frantic haste she pressed her lips desperately to Shadowheart’s sex. She licked slowly up the full length of Shadowheart’s cunt, pausing at her clit to bathe it with her tongue and instantly regretted her decision. With mind-numbing potency, Isobel felt mirror shadowy tongues delve into her own sex, coaxing forth a gush of fluid that dripped through the intangible shadows. Her eyes rolling, Isobel panted, her hot breath warming Shadowheart’s clit while her tongue lolled.   “3… 2… 1…”   Desperation brought her back to her senses just in time to trail another lick up the Sharran’s cunt once more. This time more prepared, Isobel measured her pace, licking slowly but deliberately, determined to bring Shadowheart to orgasm. With each lick she could feel a small part of her die inside, the pleasure returned to her ten times over, blanketing her mind in ecstasy.   I can’t lose…   She licked again, counting the added seconds and steeling herself against the shadows lapping at her own liberally flowing juices.   Selune guide me.   She lifted her gaze to look up at Shadowheart, the Sharran cleric still pinching her own nipple, faster now, her breath hitched. Isobel felt the heel on her back press insistently against her, urging her silently onward. Unable to deny the beauty of the sight before her, Isobel continued to lick, faster now, Shadowheart’s own inky clothing dissipating into nothingness before her eyes. Longing to press her own fingers to her clit, Isobel licked ever faster, tears streaming down her face as a quiet realization began to set in.   Please, moon goddess, hear me in my time of need.   She had lost all sense of time now, her tongue lashing franticly at the sopping sex before her. Hazy arousal dripping wetly from between her legs, she spread her legs wider to give the shadows better access.   I don’t want to… I can’t stop… Please.   Shadowheart arched her back, pressing Isobel tighter against her cunt.   Forgive me, Selune.   Isobel’s eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue slipping inside Shadowheart’s sopping cunt while her lips kissed fervently at her swollen labia. A stream of clear fluid shot from Isobel’s sex, shadowy tendrils prying her lips apart as it quivered, her failure now all too apparent. Shadowheart’s smile spread, as she bucked her hips into the insensate Selunite’s unceasing worship. Finally letting climax take her, she drenched Isobel’s face in her cum, thighs quivering in bliss.   “I’m afraid you’ll find this Geas is… not quite so short-lived.”   Shadowheart reached for Shar’s power, imploring her for the guidance to cast Geas again, but this time far more powerfully. Like a net of purest night, the Geas spell settled over Isobel’s mind once more, but this time it was met with no resistance.   Isobel looked up adoringly at her new mistress through hooded eyes, tongue licking slowly at Shadowheart’s clit as the shadows at her cunt plunged into her over and over again.   I am your goddess now.   Freed of the Command spells binding her, Isobel’s tears continued, now tears of joy.   “Yes Goddess,” she whispered huskily between licks.   “How may I serve?”   Her hands no longer bound by the spell, Isobel wrapped one arm around Shadowheart’s thigh, snaking her other down to pinch softly at her clit, her gaze never breaking from her new goddess. Silently she willed the shadows fucking her to press even deeper inside her.  

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Chapter 2 - The Seedseer Finds Seeds Aplenty

Thirst for Y'shtola still intact? Check! 4:00 AM sleep deprived broken English writing? Double check! Fun fact: I wrote this entire story after not sleeping for two days and in 30 minutes while listening to the Oogie Boogie song. Sleep deprivation is a helluva drug! Will probably do a follow up to the story soonish. Next is Rowena and Y'shtola. For now, this shall be a really short story! The normally lively atmosphere of the Carline Canopy now laid quiet as the final adventuring party shuffled out the door into the cool night air. The sole patron remaining within the establishment was that of a miqo’te who was in the midst of thumbing through a small book, her fingers tracing along the slightly ridged lettering. The soft footfall of Mother Miounne shuffling around the tavern occasionally broke up the silence as she collected various dishes and mugs to be cleaned.  The white, fur-tipped ears of the miqo’te woman twitched as a familiar voice called out to her from behind in a gentle tone, “Y’shtola, a pleasure to see you once more.” As the Elder Seedseer approached the scion woman, she’d reach a hand out to rest atop Y’shtola’s left shoulder. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me at such a late hour.” A brief smile formed on Miqo'te woman’s face as she turned her head in the direction of Kan-E-Senna, “The pleasure is mine. It isn’t often I receive a personal summons, least of all from you. Would you care to have a seat? I’m sure Miounne wouldn’t mind starting a new pot of tea.”  “I’m afraid not. I had hoped to talk while we walked. If it isn’t too late we might be able to find Y'mhitra near Apkallu Falls. I had matters I wished to discuss with the both of you.” A look of confusion replaced the previous smile as Y’shtola was unsure just what business the Elder Seedseer might have with the both of them together. Nevertheless, she’d quickly stow her book in the small pack to her side and place a handful of gil down on the table in payment for the tea before rising to her feet and nodding at Kan-E. “Let us hope she is still there at this time.” As the two women rounded the corner into the opening that was known as Apkallu Falls, a sigh of disappointment escaped Kan-E’s lips as she shook her head, “It appears we might have been too late. Perhaps we should wait a spell to see if she should come back? If you aren’t opposed to spending just a little more time with me.” While the events of the day had already worn Y’shtola down enough to sleep, there was something about the sweet, soft-spoken voice in which Kan-E spoke that compelled her to stay, if only for a little longer. “I don’t mind at all. I’d relish the opportunity to hear from Y'mhitra once more. I have a few matters to discuss with her about teaching a certain someone the arts of a summoner…” The recent memory of the Warrior of Light summoning a simulacrum of Ifrit flashed across Y’shtola’s mind as she recalled just how many books had been lost to that little incident.  With a little guidance from Kan-E the two women would find a seat near the wall on a small wooden bench, the dim light of one of the lamps illuminating the duo as they sat and waited. The tranquility and noise from the small waterfall was enough to calm the slightly elevated senses of Y’shtola as she took to turning her head up and closing her eyes in peace. A look of serenity on her face as she relaxed in the cool Autumn night. It wasn’t until she felt a hand brush across the fabric of her robe did she snap to attention once more.  “Such fascinating design. Is it safe to assume that these are made by Tataru? From the fur lining along the top of the bodice to the intricate layering of frills in the skirt, this is truly a masterpiece of clothing. You wear it well, Y’shtola.” The gentle singsong voice of Kan-E was enough to put many a folk at ease, but with the way the Seedseer’s hand was running along the fabric and her body, a feeling of unease began to build as she recalled the last time the two had shared time alone. The recollection of the event in question was something Y’shtola was trying to force from her mind. From the slender curves to the pure white tone of her skin, there was not a single blemish she could recall from memory from their time alone at the Lotus Stand. She was like a doll she couldn’t take her eyes off of. The memory of that sordid evening was etched into Y’shtola’s mind for all eternity. Even long after she had lost her sight, the recollection of it was as clear as the moon, and try as she might, the wandering hand from Kan-E did little to help force such thoughts from her mind. The gentle rising of the fabric was all that Kan-E needed to see to know that her touching had the desired effect. A simple slip of the hand up beneath the black robe was the final confirmation she needed as the palm of her hand brushed across Y’shtola’s stiffened cock.  A loud groan echoed throughout the falls as Y’shtola felt the smooth palm wrap around her length to begin stroking up and down. Even in the absence of any form of lube Kan-E’s hand felt heavenly to the blind miqo’te. The tender ministrations sent a shiver of pleasure up along Y’shtola’s body as she couldn’t help but squirm in place at the painfully slow strokes.  “W - what if Y'mhitra were to show up?” Y’shtola spoke in a low tone, doing her best to refrain from giving into the building lust.  “Then it seems I will have both of my hands full with the two of you, wouldn’t I?” While Y’shtola may have been unable to see the expression Kan-E wore, the tone in which those words were said conveyed that the padjali woman was wearing perhaps the most smug and self-satisfied grin she might have ever worn in her life.  Despite the chilly night air, the normally light browned skin cheeks of Y’shtola were now flushed crimson as beads of sweat trickled down from her forehead and landing square on the dark fabric of her robe. It wasn’t long before the heavy panting that could only faintly be heard was instead replaced with the sound of something slick and sticky. Beads of precum had now thoroughly stained Kan-E's hand as she continued to tenderly stroke, squeeze and rub along the aching, twitching shaft. Occasionally pausing every few minutes to slide her hand down to the weighty orbs that rested below for a playful grope before returning her attention back to the turgid dick. It wouldn’t take long before the swelling sensation of pleasure reached a peak for Y’shtola. Every nerve in her body felt like they were on fire, so much so that even the slightest gust of wind washing across parts of her uncovered body was enough to elicit a quiet groan. Were it not for the fact that her padjali friend was intentionally stopping every time she got close to release, she might have very well stained the inside of her robe white with cum. “Please, Kane-E, I think enough is enough…” A desperate plea came from the miqo’te woman as she knew full well that whether she got off now was in the capable hands of her friend. “Please? Please what? You’ll need to be a lot more specific than that in what you want.” Every word Kane-E spoke was laced with a tone of superiority. She knew that she could make her dear friend beg, plead and whimper at every touch and revelled in every noise both loud and soft that Y’shtola made. If it weren’t for their current location, she knew well enough that she’d have stripped the scion woman bare and rode her until the morning light. Alas, she’d have to settle for her second favourite treat.  “Your mouth, your feet… just give me something. I just need some form of release.” Those sweet pleas of release were all Kan-E needed to hear as she took to her knees in front of Y’shtola, white robe sprawling out across the dirt. Without word or hesitation the seedseer took to Y’shtola’s problem with glee. The plush, warm lips were exactly what the pent up and frustrated miqo’te needed, as the moment she felt those lips wrap around the head of her shaft she’d let out a hiss of pleasure and reach a hand down to press against the back of Kan-E’s head in hopes to feel the svelte embrace of the padjali’s throat. A little push here, a thrust there, and before long Y’shtola found herself almost bottoming out within the Seedseer’s throat. It didn’t take long before the normally calm and composed scion was bucking her hips upward in a lust filled daze. The previously tranquil atmosphere of Apkallu Falls had been replaced with the sounds of loud, slightly muffled gags, retches and coughs as Kan-E held her ground between Y’shtola’s thighs, waiting for the moment her repressed lover let loose in her throat.  Given the frenzied pace at which scion was going, the Seedseer needn’t wait long as she felt a hand press against the back of her head, pushing her down to the base so that her lips kissed the base. A guttural noise emanated from the panting and heaving blind scion as she shifted from side to side against the oak bench as she continued to empty her backed up load straight into Kan-E’s stomach.  It’d take nearly a full minute before the hand pressing down against the back of the Seedseer’s head was released and she was allowed to slip free from the now hot, musky confines that was the space beneath Y’shtola’s robe. Despite the burning feeling between her own legs, Kan-E knew well enough that the noise that had come from her exhausted friend would draw attention from nearby guards, and rather than be discovered with her face beet red and covered in a strange, sticky substance, she’d instead elect to abscond back to the Lotus Stand with her currently recovering companion. At least if she could move the taller woman who struggled to get to her feet. Which, given, the time it was and the events that had just transpired, would be a task in itself. Still, the Elder Seedseer wasn’t about to have her sordid affairs with the scion come to light just yet. As such, she’d have to help the still dazed miqo’te woman to her feet so that the two could use one another as a means of support while they made their way back to the Lotus Stand. While Y’shtola was more than content to call it a night then and there and return to her room at the Carline Canopy, little did she know that with the aid of the Seedseer’s recovery magic, she was in for a long, pleasure filled night that the two soon wouldn’t forget.

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Chapter 8 - Elant'ra

After a few minutes, Liena and Amelia settle down and sit up straight, Liena sits next to Nik and Vanessa, while Amelia sits next to Ginny. Liena smiles at the pair as Amelia nuzzles against Ginny and Ginny looks to Liena. The hole in Liena's pants sews back together neatly as Liena smiles. “It is good to see you, Ginny.” Ginny smiles at Liena. “It is good to see you as well, Great Mother. Lady Vanessa told me of your recent change.” Liena giggles. “I see that you have completed the Elant'ra ritual.” Ginny blushes slightly but smiles as Amelia continues to nuzzle into her chest. “Yes, I made her necklace this morning. She was more than willing to become my bitch. She was also fired last night and decided to free me and expressed a desire to come here with me.” Liena smiles. “Is that so? Well she is more than welcome to join us. In fact, I was thinking of inviting all humans who love Viandi to come join us when I speak with his Highness today.” Ginny blinks, worry starts to fill her eyes as she remembers the interview that Amelia had with Liena last night. “I don't think that will work, Great Mother. The king is a very stubborn man and won't allow his subjects to join us. I've only been here for a short time but I was able to gather, from Amelia, that he hates peace and does not wish for the humans and the Viandi to be on equal grounds. He believes that we Viandi are the children of this 'Great Destroyer' of his.” Liena tilts her head as she thinks on this, and Nik, Amelia, and Vanessa all look at one another and then at Ginny. “Hmm....you are correct, Ginny. Normally, he would not think twice about preventing us from coexisting, let alone living on equal grounds. However, he underestimated our strength and his warriors are far weaker now than they were seven years ago. He is aware of my strength and will not act rashly against me. Instead, I suspect he will ask me to complete certain tasks that will prove draining even to me, in order to try to gain the upper hand.” Vanessa, Ginny, Nik and Amelia look at Liena with worry in their eyes. Liena laughs. “Oh, don't worry so much. I am quite well aware of what he will likely ask of me and have come up with ways to do them efficiently with minimal loss of strength. Also...” She looks to Nik and smiles. “I have obtained more strength and have a means of replenishing that strength.” Liena thinks for a moment and smiles as she looks at Amelia. “Amelia, do you still have the recording of our interview?” Amelia nods and stands and then walks over to the stage and takes the small, round disc out of her purse that was lying beside it, then walks back and hands it to Liena. “Here it is. My boss refused to accept it and claimed that I asked the wrong questions.” Liena gives a mirthy chuckle as she accepts the disc. “It wouldn't have mattered what you had asked. That old pervert just wanted you to become desperate enough to do whatever he wanted. He was likely planning on giving you a few days to weigh your options before you came crawling back for your job.” Amelia grits her teeth as rage flairs in her purple eyes. “AS IF! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I WOULD CRAWL TO THAT PERVERT!!!” Liena grins at Amelia as the former reporter huffs to calm herself down. “Yes, the old pervert is rather full of himself. I will publish this disc myself so that all my children will know that I have come for them. But, before that. Come closer, Amelia.” Amelia swallows slightly and sits down next to Liena and then gasps as Liena pulls her over and kisses her hotly. Amelia moans into the kiss as Liena dominates her tongue. Amelia's body shakes from pleasure and when the kiss ends, she is a panting mess and doesn't notice Liena opening her own shirt. Amelia gasps as Liena pushes her nipple into her mouth and Liena giggles. “You've been having sex for a long while and look thirsty. Drink my milk.” Amelia blushes slightly but starts sucking and obediently drinks Liena's chocolate shake flavored milk. Liena lets out a light moan and reaches out for Ginny to join in. Ginny gulps and slowly crawls on all fours to her, gently puts her lips to Liena's nipple, and starts sucking. “Mmm....this takes me back to when I was nursing all of the babies on Viandi by myself. They were all so hungry.” Nik looks at Liena from behind as he listens to what she said. During the week that he had been traveling with her to Mars, he had explored the ship when he wasn't training or having sex with her, Vanessa and Ariadne. There were many empty warehouse sized rooms throughout the ship, and a few warehouse sized rooms that were filled with coffins of those that had died on Viandi. But the only other beds he ever found were Liena's and the seven beds that were for her own children. If what Liena is saying is true then why were there no beds for the other Viandi children? 'She must have had more children than just those seven. The Viandi are an entire civilization of their own! That doesn't just emerge from seven girls and their mother, alone.' Nik notices Liena's back stiffen slightly, and she glances back at him. He blinks as he sees a small sign of pain in her eyes, and something else he isn't sure of, in her eyes. Shame? Regret? Those feelings disappear quickly, replaced by warmth and love as she looks him in the eye and smiles. “Would you like to drink some of my milk as well, Nik?” Nik slowly nods and moves in front of her on his hands and knees. Amelia stops as she notices Nik and lets go of Liena's nipple and then scoots to the side. Nik comes up and gently wraps his lips around Liena's vacant nipple and begins to drink her milk as she lets out a low moan. Her milk has a different texture to it compared to before. It goes down smoothly and has a more natural taste to it compared to before her change. He feels the energy that he spent on sex, return to him and he feels as if he is well rested as he continues to drink more and more. He hears Liena's voice in his head as she moans lightly as Vanessa takes Ginny's place. 'I know you have a lot of questions, Nik. However, the answer to that particular question is something that I do not wish to answer right now.' Nik looks into her red eyes questioningly and then his eyes widen as he remembers the Teranor and the Henasar. '...There were other creatures besides the Teranor and Henasar, weren't there, Liena?' Liena rubs the back of Nik's and Vanessa's heads as she smiles at them and lets out a light moan. She speaks in a playful voice in his head. 'Could've been....I also could've been a massive kidnapper and had the children sleep on the floor.' Nik finishes drinking and sits up as Vanessa finishes. He gives Liena a doubtful look and she giggles in his head. Nik looks over to Amelia and blinks as the ribbons that had once tied her arms behind her back wrap around her wrists up to her shoulders. More ribbons coming from nowhere wrap around her body and hug her curves, taking the form of a tank top and booty shorts. Liena smirks as she looks at Amelia and then looks back to Ginny. “Well, I guess I should show you two to your room and then have this disc processed into the ship before broadcasting it.” She holds up the disc that Amelia gave her. Amelia nods with a smile as she and Ginny stand up. Ginny smiles and bows politely. “Thank you, Great Mother. We will also take care of breakfast for you.” Liena smiles sweetly as she stands up. “I would not mind the help in cooking up breakfast. Come.” Liena turns and walks out the door as Amelia and Ginny follow behind her, leaving Nik and Vanessa alone in the break room. After a few minutes of silence, Nik looks over to Vanessa and blinks as she stares at him, a longing in her eyes. “Vanessa? What's wrong?” The blue haired bunny woman smiles and hops onto his lap, making him let out a grunt as her slightly plump ass lands on top of his thighs. She licks her lips as her hazel eyes looks into his blue eyes. As he is about to say something she leans forward and kisses him hotly as she wraps her arms and legs around him. Nik sits there shocked as she breaks the kiss and pants lightly. “I thought she'd never leave! It was so hard to hold myself back as I watched you fuck mother!” Nik blinks and then shake his head a little before he looks at her again. “Why would you hold yourself back? You were more than welcome to join.” Vanessa giggles as she grinds her bare, wet pussy against his hardening cock and bites her lips with excitement. “Because I just find it so hot watching you fuck Mother's brains out.” Nik blushes and then lets out a chuckle before he reaches around and takes a firm hold of her ass, making her let out a slight moan as he has her slide her pussy against his cock more slowly. “Is that so? Well then, what should I do with such a 'good' daughter that looks out for her mother?” Vanessa grins lewdly as she stares into his eyes. “You can start by making me your bitch!” Nik blushes slightly but he brings her pussy up to the tip of his arm thick shaft and then pulls her down to the first six inches, making her let out a scream as she orgasms from the sudden insertion. He slowly pulls her up and then slams her back down over and over at a decent rhythm as her melon sized breasts bounce in front of his face and she moans. “Oh, fuck yeeeessssss! Give it to me, Nik! Make me yours completely!” She throws her head back and moans louder as the locket around her neck starts to glow and her pussy wraps tight around his cock as he shoves more and more inside. Every now and then, Nik will stop having her go up and down and will instead have her grind forward and back and side to side. Vanessa's eyes roll up as she orgasms again and again while she rides his cock. The locket glows brighter and brighter, the glow moves along the necklace as well and expands it as the locket itself moves higher up to her neck. The kimono and panties that she left lying on the stage turn black and slither over to them and begins wrapping around her body as a ribbon-like substance encircle her breasts and ass and criss-cross along her body. Her breasts and ass swell to the size of pumpkins and her muscles become harder as the whites of her eyes turn black and have her hazel eyes give off a slight glow. Her lips turn a light shade of blue and becomes bigger and softer as her skin becomes silken smooth to the touch and her hair begins to sparkle. The former locket's glow subsides and reveals a collar with a ruby embedded in the center and small rabbits in different motions etched into it in red. There is another carving in the collar of a man sitting on a throne with what looks to be a woman sitting on his lap. On the ruby itself is engraved the words 'Nik's Bitch'. Nik's jaw drops as he stares at her new form and then he snaps out of it and kisses her lovingly as he holds her close to him and starts thrusting faster into her now silken smooth and tight pussy, its folds refusing to let him go. He thrusts in one final time and holds as he cums a huge, hot load deep inside her as she screams into his mouth as her stomach expands. After his cock stills Nik and Vanessa pant as they hold each other on the break room's cold floor, their tongues in a war as they kiss. Nik slowly pulls out and lets his cum flow out and pool onto the floor as she lets out a low moan and her body shakes from another orgasm. After a few more moments, they break the kiss and look into each other's eyes. Vanessa lays her head on his shoulder and lets out a long, satisfied sigh as she looks at him and smiles. “That felt so amazing. Amelia was right.” Nik raises an eyebrow as he looks at her and she giggles. “She had said that to bind herself to Ginny made her feel like....something she couldn't describe but it felt amazing. Then Ginny bent her over by the stage and started fucking her right in front of me. I decided to join in and have Amelia eat me out.” Nik's cock gets a little hard again as he listens to her speak but she closes her eyes and falls asleep before he could do anything. 'The strain from the change must've taken a lot out of her. I should take her to bed and let her rest.' With that thought in mind, he gently sits up while holding her to his chest and slowly stands up as he uses his power to button his pants back up before he walks out the door. Once he was in the hallway and heading towards Vanessa's room, which he had been in a couple times during the trip, he finds a curious sight directly outside Vanessa's door. He sees Ginny having Amelia bent over and pounding her pussy without mercy as Amelia screams into a round object that was placed into her mouth as her arms are bound to her legs and is only being kept from falling by the ribbons that are acting like supports as her breasts swing from every thrust, slapping against Vanessa's door. 'Damn, those two have some crazy stamina.' After minutes pass and the two are still going at it, Nik lets out a low tsk and gently sets Vanessa down on the ground before silently walking up behind the enraptured pair. He undoes his pants to reveal that his cock has become hard again. 'It seems that I've gained a lot of stamina as well. Normally I'd be dead tired by now.' Nik lets his pants fall to the floor as he takes hold of Ginny's hips and slide his cock into her pussy, causing her to gasp and let out a moan. “What the?!” “You two are blocking the way, so let's speed things up a bit.” Before she can say a word, Nik slowly pulls out and slams back in, more of his shaft going deep inside her and make her pussy spasm around his girth as her mouth opens. She takes hold of Amelia's hips and thrusts into her in sync with Nik's thrusts as pleasure takes over reason and her eyes start to roll up. Amelia moans louder as Ginny's thrusts become harder due to the added weight from Nik's thrusts. Nik reaches up to Ginny's head and turns it gently to the side so that she can look at him before he leans forward and kisses her on the lips, making her eyes go wide at first and then roll up as he dominates her tongue and makes her body shiver as orgasm after orgasm rocks through it. Nik slams in once more and holds as he shoots his hot load inside of Ginny's body and causes her stomach to expand as she cums inside of Amelia. Ginny moans lightly and pants as Nik breaks the kiss and slowly pulls out. Her magic cock disappears and she leans against the wall next to the door as Amelia's wraps become undone and allows her to move to the other side of the door and pants as both of their pussies leak cum down their legs and onto the floor. Nik zips up his pants and then goes back and picks up Vanessa before coming back and opening the door. He looks to Ginny and Amelia as they quietly watch him. “You two can come in to rest if you want.” Vanessa's room is much the same as Liena's except that it doesn't really have any furniture or decorations in it. There is just the queen sized bed in the center of the room. 'I should take Vanessa shopping to find some things to decorate this room with. It's just so barren.' He thinks for a moment more and then shakes his head. 'But I don't know how she would be treated if I did take her shopping. I should....ask her if it's a good idea, first.' He enters and gently lays Vanessa on one side of the bed. He blinks as Ginny gets on the other side of the bed and looks at him. Nik looks at the tanned tigress as Amelia gets on the bed and lays in the center. After a few moments of silence, Ginny speaks in a quiet voice. “That was rather bold of you to not only approach me from behind but to insert yourself and make me feel......so good. So good that......I want you to fuck me again.” Nik blinks and gives his head a little shake as he takes her words in. He feels his pants becoming undone and looks down to find Amelia's ribbons undoing his pants and he sees her give him a smile. The ribbons gently strokes his cock to full hardness again and pre-cum starts to leak out of the tip. The ribbon gently leads him by the arm to the other side of the bed as Ginny lifts up her legs and she looks at him pleadingly. “Please, fuck me again. I want to feel your cock deep inside.” Nik lets out a sigh and gets onto the bed before he takes hold of her legs and pushes them up to pin them against her chest, causing her breasts to squish together as she lets out a gasp. The tip of his cock brushes against her pussy, which gently suckles at it and she bites her lip. In one motion he slams his arm thick girth all the way to the balls, deep inside her and she throws her head back and screams as orgasm rips through her. He pulls out to the tip and slams back in again and again and again as she moans louder and louder. The constant rhythm of his thighs and balls slapping against her plump ass echoes around the room, as her pussy squeezes him achingly tight. Amelia plays with her pussy as she bites her lip and watches her mistress get pounded relentlessly. Ginny moans as she looks up at him. “Fuck! This is so good! I want to be yours! Please, make me your bitch!” Nik blinks but uses his power to create a locket with a sapphire set into it and the etchings in it carve the face of a tiger with little effort as he pounds her pussy and make her scream louder and cum all over his cock again and again. He has the locket put itself around her neck and as soon as it clasps together, it begins to glow and her clothes turn black and wrap around her body, as her breasts swell, rippling immensely even as her ass bulges and bounces more and more fatly against him, her thighs swelling with muscle and fat alike as Ginny’s entire body transforms just as Vanessa's did. Her bronzed skin and pussy becomes as smooth as silk as the whites of her eyes turn black and makes her emerald colored eyes glow beautifully. Her lips become plump and turn a light shade of red. The collar finishes and has pictures, etched in blue, of a tiger on the prowl and finding a mate on it and in the center of the sapphire are the words 'Nik's Bitch'. Nik slams in one final time and holds as hot cum flows down his shaft and shoots into her womb as her abs deform and her stomach expands from the sheer volume making her scream as she orgasms again, her eyes rolling up and her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. Cum leaks out from her pussy as he slowly pulls out, thick cum falling onto her breasts and face as he lets her hips go, her ass and legs falling gently onto the bed. After a few minutes, she catches her breath and finally speaks. “T...that was amazing!!! Master's cock is so much better than any Viandi cock!” Nik opens his mouth to say something, when he feels something warm, wet and wriggling around his cock. He looks down to find Amelia sucking hungrily on his shaft as she fingers herself and moans as she looks up at him. Ginny smirks as she looks at her. “Looks like she couldn't take it anymore. You'll have to satisfy her now, too.” Nik grunts as Amelia continues to suck and lick as she takes his shaft deeper into her throat, it stretching skin tight around him, while playing with herself. Amelia comes up and lets his cock go with a pop sound before slurping up and down the shaft, never breaking eye contact. “Mm, mistress' pussy juice on master's cock tastes amazing. I can't wait for it to be inside me too.” Amelia puts his cock back inside her mouth and sucks harder as she takes it deep into her throat again, causing it to stretch around his massive girth. Her tongue licks as much as it can reach as her eyes roll up in pleasure, as if the taste and smell of his cock is driving her to orgasm. Nik grits his teeth and takes hold of her head before he starts to thrust into her throat again and again and again as she lets out a muffled moan of joy. Nik slams in one more time and holds as he shoots his hot load down her throat, which she swallows happily as her body shakes from orgasm. As his cock stills, he pulls out and a little bit of cum sprays onto her face as he lets Amelia catch her breath as she swallows the rest of his cum and pants as if in a daze. Nik reaches down and picks her up by her ass as she lets out a drunken giggle and has his cock rub against her pussy. With some effort, she manages to speak in a pleading voice. “Please, fuck me too. I want to feel as good as Mistress felt.” Nik nods and he lowers her down onto his cock, her starving pussy sucks and squeezes it as it slides inside, making her let out a moan as another orgasm goes through her. Nik holds her in place as he begins to thrust deep inside and has her breasts squish against his chest as she looks into his eyes. “Mm, I can't believe I'm having sex with a prince! Please, fuck me as much as you want!” Nik kisses her hard as he thrusts faster inside of her, making her gasp and moan loudly into his mouth as his tongue dominates hers and makes her body tremble in an unending orgasm. Her eyes roll up as the collar around her neck glows and the drawings on it get a slight change as his fingers dig into her soft bubble butt. Soon enough he slams in one more time and holds as a hot load shoots deep inside her and causing her stomach to expand. Amelia breaks the kiss and throws her head back and screams as another, more intense, orgasm rips through her body. He slowly pulls out and lets the cum inside flow like a waterfall out of her as she continues to tremble in orgasm. Nik sets Amelia down on the bed next to Ginny and she pants as she catches her breath. After a few minutes, she gets on all fours and crawls over and gets on top of Ginny. She looks back over her shoulder at him as she takes firm hold of one of her ass cheeks and spreads it open to reveal her pussy as a little bit of cum still leaks out. “More!” Nik lets out a sigh and grabs Amelia by the hips before he slams deep inside her and makes her head snap up as her breasts swing up as she gasps and orgasm rocks her hard again. Her pussy squeezes his cock as he slides out to the tip and spasms as he slams back in at a steady pace as she moans and lays her head against Ginny's shoulder as their breasts squish and wobble together. After a few thrusts, Nik stops for a moment and focuses his power. A second cock takes shape beneath his first one, which he proceeds to ram into Ginny. Ginny's eyes go wide and she lets out a moan with Amelia as Nik thrusts into both of them at a steady pace. The pair of busty beauties hold each other close and kiss hotly to stifle their moans as they cum again and again from his thrusts. Soon Nik slams in and holds as cum shoots down his twin shafts into both of their wombs, filling them both up and making their stomachs expand to the point of being nine months pregnant. Both women scream into each other's mouths as their eyes roll up while orgasm rocks through their bodies. Once his cocks still, he pulls out and dismisses the second cock as cum pours out of both women's pussies as they lie there, completely unconscious. As he steps back and catches his breath, he notices that Amelia's collar now has both the stripes of a tiger that it had before but also of a man on a throne set into it. Upon closer inspection, he notices that the man has a woman seated near his legs. He looks over at Ginny's collar and sees the same thing, it being somewhat similar to what Vanessa's collar had. Nik blinks and wonders what this could mean when the door to the room opens. Nik looks to see Liena with a tray of cut up fruits standing there. Liena smiles as she walks towards the bed and sets plates for the three sleeping women onto a nearby table that appears out of the ground. She quietly signals Nik to follow her out and begins making her way out the door. Nik zips up his pants and follows her out, he gives one last glance at the three before the door closes. Liena lets out a slight giggle, which draws Nik's attention to her and she stares at him. “I had wondered where those two had run off to. Ginny had said that she wanted to help, but by the time I got to the kitchen I noticed that they had stopped following me.” Nik looks at her and then chuckles as he shakes his head. “I highly doubt that. You had told me that you are connected to this ship and know everything that goes on aboard it. You knew that they were having sex outside of Vanessa's bedroom door.” Liena laughs heartily as she looks at Nik, amusement in her eyes. “That is correct. After witnessing you fucking me, Ginny had wanted to do something that would increase the likelihood that you'd want to fuck her. I allowed her to do as she wanted.” Nik walks over to her and hugs her close, as she holds a plate to the side so that it wouldn't get in the way. He kisses her lovingly, which she returns and moans as his tongue mingles with hers. The taste of oranges and blackberries on her tongue and the softness of her lips is all that it takes to get him hard again. 'My, aren't we full of energy today! As much as I would love to have you fuck my brains out again, I'm afraid we don't have enough time.' Nik breaks the kiss and looks into her red eyes as a frown takes form on his face and she smiles warmly at him. Liena speaks softly as she takes a half step back. “We have to leave for the palace soon to meet with your father.” Nik lets out a sigh as Liena hands him a plate of fruit that are cut to resemble bacon and eggs made out of oranges and watermelon. He begins to eat as he follows her to the front of the ship and his raging hard-on slowly goes back down to a semi. At the entrance of the ship stands Ariadne in a long, black dress that goes down to her ankles. The dress hugs her curves amazingly skin tight and, if not for the webbing look that goes from her breasts to a choker with the design of a spider on it, her beach ball sized breasts look like they would just pop out of her dress. The webbing digs into her breasts giving them a patterned look. Black fabric also wraps around her chitin covered arms from the wrist to near the shoulders and her silver hair is left to dangle towards her pumpkin sized ass, a couple bangs hanging all the way down on top of her breasts. As soon as Nik sees her, his cock becomes harder than ever and visually stretches his pants, which makes Liena let out a hum of amusement. Nik blushes as he sees Ariadne's six red eyes and two pink focus on the tent in his pants and she licks her purple lips. Liena giggles as they reach Ariadne and smiles warmly at the Henasar Princess. “Good morning, Ariadne. Did you sleep well?” Ariadne nods as her two pink eyes turn and focus on Liena as her other six red ones continue to stare at Nik's cock with hunger. “Yes. It was most restful.” Her pink eyes looks to Nik and she smiles. “I'm glad that you like the outfit I made enough to continue wearing it. If there are any other types of clothing you want, just let me know, my love.” Nik blinks and looks at Ariadne, his hard-on momentarily forgotten, and smiles at her. “The outfit you made is very comfortable, Ariadne. I will be sure to let you know if I think of a different outfit for you to weave for me.” Ariadne smiles happily and she presses her huge breasts against his chest and kisses him sweetly, which he returns. After they break the kiss, she leans in and whispers in his ear. “I must admit that I was rather jealous that you fucked so many women this morning and yet haven't come back for me. You'll make up for that, won't you?” Nik's eyes widen and he swallows loudly as he stares at Ariadne's beautiful pink eyes and nods. “I would be more than happy to, Ariadne.” Happiness fills her eyes and she opens her mouth to say something but Liena interrupts with a smile. “Sorry to interrupt, my dears. But we really must be going or else we will be late.” Ariadne looks at Liena in irritation but nods and follows her out the airlock and into the ramp that leads down to the ground. The dock is a constant blur of activity as dock workers move to and fro along the docking bay performing various tasks. Nik does his best to calm down his dick but finds it hard with two amazing bubble butts swaying side to side in front of him. He decides to use his power to shield his tenting dick from any eyes that might be looking at them, which, upon closer inspection, they are. Everyone turns their heads to look at the gorgeous and strange women that are walking towards the gate. There is a black limo waiting for them outside the gates, a short man in a simple outfit stands by the door at the back and gives a bow. “Your majesty. Her majesty, Queen Olivia, sent me to give you a ride.” Nik nods and follows Liena and Ariadne inside, sitting between the two beauties as the man closes the door and walks over to the driver's side, and then the car starts and takes off. Nik sits back and tries to relax but then two pairs of huge breasts press against his sides. He looks to the two beautiful women and blushes as he recognizes the lust in their eyes. Liena unzips his pants and digs his cock out before she leans down and starts to lick it as she lets out a hot breath. “We may not have time for a satisfying fuck, but we just can't have you appear in front of your parents with a raging hard-on.” Ariadne kisses Nik hotly as he opens his mouth to speak and he finds himself returning the kiss and makes her moan as he reaches around and takes a handful of a huge breast in one hand, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, as Liena starts sucking his cock. Nik quickly dominates Ariadne's mouth by having his tongue move up and down hers and exploring her mouth as his lips press against hers. Ariadne breaks the kiss and breathes heavily as she looks into his eyes and then leans down and starts licking his shaft. Nik closes his eyes as he gropes both of their asses, making them moan as they take turns kissing and sucking his cock. After a few minutes, Nik grunts as he cums hard down Liena's throat, who swallows it happily. After his cock stills, Liena comes up and pulls Ariadne into a kiss and shares the cum left in her mouth. Ariadne swallows it happily and moans into the kiss as Nik continues to fondle hers and Liena's asses. Nik opens his eyes and looks at Liena as he remembers what happened earlier. “Liena?” Liena breaks the kiss and looks at him as Ariadne savors the taste of his cum. “Yes, Nik?” Nik looks into her red eyes and then describes what he had seen on Ginny's, Vanessa's and Amelia's collars. Liena listens carefully and when he finishes, she puts a hand to her chin in thought, squishing one of her breasts between her arm and chest as she does so. “Interesting. A man on a throne with a woman near his legs, and one on his lap, is rather peculiar. I will have to think on this.” She thinks to herself. 'It sounds like he might be the next Great Father of the Viandi. How is this possible?” Nik nods and looks at Ariadne and then looks at her dress. “...Wow. You're very sexy in that dress...” Ariadne lets out a giggle and Nik's face goes red as he realizes he said that out loud. Liena giggles as she watches and Ariadne speaks playfully as she leans against him. “I could tell by how hard your cock became when you saw me on the ship.” Nik blushes more as he slowly starts to get hard again but Ariadne pulls away and smiles at him. “Easy now, we don't want you to get hard so soon. I promise we will have lots of fun after our meeting.” Nik nods and tries to calm himself down. A young woman gets out of the rickety old bed inside the former church that had once been an orphanage and heads into the main room to find that the pews and tables have been arranged to make a make-shift dining table. Plates of few fruits and vegetables and other foods are on every plate, not enough to be filling but enough to eat. She is around the age of 26 with short, black hair that has red highlights on the edges of the bangs over her forehead, which goes to her eyes. She's around 5'2 with a slim frame and a very small bust. She has light blue eyes and pale white skin. On her head, she has wolf like gray ears and a bushy cat tail. She wears booty shorts and knee high boots of black with blue lines to outline the feet in a diamond shaped patterns. Over her knees are gold knee pads that are made of hardened steel. Around her chest she wears a black robe-like dress with light blue linings along the edges and a small belt wrapped around just under her chest to her back. The robe-like outfit splits from just below her breasts down to her thighs in a large V-shape. Her arms have a type of wrap that goes from her elbows to her wrists and tucks in between her index and middle fingers. She wears a black choker with a small golden coin-like shape around her neck. The woman looks to Siena, who is back in her nun outfit, as she finishes setting the table. Siena looks up to the woman and smiles at her. “Good morning, Cait. Did you sleep well?” Cait yawns and stretches, parts of her body sore from the uncomfortable bedding. “About as well as usual, Mother Siena.” She looks at the pitifully small amount of food and then looks back at Siena, worry in her eyes. “This isn't enough to feed everyone, Mother Siena.” Siena nods sadly as she lets out a sigh. “I know, dear. It is all that we have left and we don't have enough money to buy more. Not to mention....” She grits her teeth in rage. “That bastard king is going to evict us from our home today!” Cait gasps as she stares at Siena, shock and fear in her eyes. “What?! Where will we go?! This is the last place we have left to us!” Siena opens her mouth to answer when the small TV that was placed near the altar turns on by itself. The two women gasp and look towards it as the interview from last night plays. Siena stares at Liena's face as she listens to her speak. 'Joth? Is this your doing?' Siena blushes as Liena talks about going on a date with her and gives a giggle as she talks about what sort of Viandi she would be. “Tiger momma, eh?” Cait turns her head and stares at Siena with wide eyes. “You met the Great Mother?” Siena nods and smiles as the message of Liena's ship's location is spoken before the TV shuts off. “It looks like this is her doing. I guess we have somewhere to go now. Once breakfast is done, we will pack what we have left and leave for the docking bay of D23.” Cait gives a firm nod and smiles. “Yes!”

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Chapter 0 - Summary

This is the product of a request I had from someone using their original character and general idea. Not sure if they want to have more adventures with her in the future but I'll leave it open in case they do. If not I'll probably end up asking permission to continue using the character in my own work. Chapter 1: Tomoe vs Mud-Demon!

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Chapter 7 - Breaking Karlach, Day Six

Karlach woke, bleary-eyed, to the afternoon sun spilling into her tent. Her entire body ached as she propped herself up on her elbows. Standing at the entrance to her tent, Isobel held the tent flap open, her dusky make-up painting her face beautifully, highlighting her silvery eyes and pale cheeks.   “May I come in?”   Karlach grunted her assent, confused.   Isobel tip-toed inside, her bare feet not making a sound as she crossed the room. She kneeled down next to the barbarian and whispered into her ear.   “Mistress sent me to soothe your body in preparation for tonight, but I thought we could have some… fun while we’re at it.”   Karlach didn’t reply, she didn’t need to, her stiffening cock did the talking for her. Inside her mind, Slave watched with keen interest as Isobel leaned closer, pressing her soft, sweet lips to Karlach’s own. The submissive Selunite wrapped her arms around Karlach’s neck, kissing her passionately, slowly working one leg over her prone body to straddle the bewildered but willing Tiefling.   Karlach pulled back from the kiss for a moment, eyes alight and panting.   “Is there anything you’re not good at?” She husked.   Isobel smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously down at Karlach.   “No,” and with a wink, she captured Karlach’s mouth again, grinding her hips in a slow circle atop Karlach’s now raging-hard member.   Fair enough. Karlach thought, Slave nodding her agreement internally as they melted into the seductively gentle passions of their sister slave. Isobel unwrapped her arms from Karlach’s neck, sliding them down the barbarian’s thickly muscled shoulders and biceps. She squeezed Karlach’s arms appreciatively, eager to feel them pinning her down. She moaned happily into the Tiefling’s mouth, wiggling her hips, her lack of any clothing under her robe suddenly very apparent as her slick sex rubbed up and down, lubricating Karlach’s cock in preparation.   Karlach had to admit, despite her distaste for the collar around her neck and what it represented, she loved being able to touch people again, goosebumps prickling her skin as she reveled in the intimacy, the shadowy collar keeping her body temperature regulated. Encouraged by Isobel’s body squirming on top of her and the happy little moans leaking from between their lips, she grabbed the petite half-elf’s wrists and pulled them behind her back, rolling over to pin the cleric beneath her. She felt Isobel’s petite breasts squash under her own larger bust, her cute little nipples stiffly pressing into her, egging her on.   Breaking their kiss once more, Isobel’s sultry voice slithered into Karlach’s ear.   “Did you want the soothing before… or after you wreck me?”   Karlach groaned, her cock somehow hardening even more, all her aches and pains from the previous night washing away under the inferno of her lust for this tiny temptress.   “Consider me soothed, woman.”   “Then by all means, use me however you like,” Isobel punctuated her words with nibbles and kisses at Karlach’s ear.   The Tiefling growled, a feral sound welling up from deep inside her, and she wrapped one arm under Isobel’s pale, slim thigh, lifting her leg up onto her broad shoulders and guiding her swollen cock head down to split the cleric in two. Savoring the barest of penetration for only just long enough to lift Isobel’s other leg to mirror the first, Karlach planted her hands on either side of Isobel’s head, bright eyes shining down on her like twin suns.   “Ruin me,” came the silky voice of the trapped Selunite slave.   Karlach thrust with all her might, slamming her hips forward and bottoming out in Isobel’s warm and welcoming cunt in one smooth stroke. Isobel’s back arched, her legs kicking in the air behind Karlach’s head.   “Fuuuuck,” she whispered, struggling to keep her voice down. “You’re so big babe, I love the way you feel inside me.”   Karlach reveled in the praise being heaped on her, her dick’s twitches visible through Isobel’s stomach where it bulged around her impressive size. Isobel’s robe was split to the waist with slits on either side and it left the flap in the front flipped up and cascading down her side like a silken waterfall, acres of gleaming ivory skin open for Karlach’s eyes to feast. She reared back and thrust back in slowly, savoring every moment of Isobel’s flesh gripping and contracting around her. She lowered her head down to the side of the cleric’s slender neck, breath coming out in heated gasps, her hips moving on their own accord. Isobel’s nails raked down her back, the pain adding sharp, delightful contrast to the warm, soft pleasure encompassing her below.   Isobel started to moan quietly into Karlach’s ear, her hips rolling to meet the Tiefling’s on every stroke. She felt her a wave of pleasure building and roiling inside her, from the tips of her curled toes all the way to the top of her head. Her orgasm was fast approaching and she wanted nothing more than to share in it with her sister slave.   “I’m so close love, fill me up, paint my insides with your infernal seed.”   The seductive words seemed to be just what Karlach needed to push her over the edge, her slow pace building back up into a crescendo of skin slapping against skin, her cock jerking and jumping beneath the tight belly of the half-elf. Slamming forward one last time, she buried herself to the hilt, smashing her tip up against the petite woman’s cervix, bathing it in hot cum just as she was bidden.   “Hah-hah-hahhh…” Karlach panted, her muscles quivering and chest heaving. Isobel cooed softly up at her, her quivering and still orgasming cunt milking the mighty barbarian through the last throes of her climax.   “That’s a good girl, you treat me so well.” Isobel could feel the hot cum leaking from her stretched lips, dribbling down her crack and pooling under her ass. She ran her hands down Karlach’s face, her own legs still quivering and trembling where they still hung in the air, supported by Karlach’s shoulders. “As much as I would love to stay here like this, I must go. But before I do…”   She muttered a few hushed words and kissed Karlach’s forehead, a comforting wave of uplifting energy emanating from her lips where they touched her skin. Karlach could feel her aches and her pain, her exhaustion and her worries all bleeding away, washed away by the Selunite’s healing.   “Whoa, that is one hell of a pick-me-up.”   “My pleasure love, now if you don’t mind…” and Isobel wiggled underneath Karlach.   “Oh, um, right.” Karlach sheepishly pulled back, lowering the cleric’s legs back to the ground and standing up. “Don’t suppose you can do anything about the err… mess?”   “Afraid not,” Isobel pulled herself to her feet, smoothing out her robe and stepping daintily over the pool of cum. “See you tonight…” and she slipped out of the tent, hips swaying seductively as she left. Karlach watched her go, biting her lip and feeling her cock twitch limply at the display.   Keep it together Karlach, just one more day. —Yes, one more day before Mistress claims us for good!— Slave interjected. A shudder ran down Karlach’s body, but for the life of her she couldn’t pinpoint whether it was in fear - or anticipation.   ***   The rest of the day passed by slowly, but without incident. As the hour grew closer to sunset, Karlach’s heart began to race, her pulse quickening and nerves lent her voice a stammer and her movements grew shakier. She was torn, one part an eager schoolgirl planning to meet her crush, the other a prisoner on their way to final sentencing. Worst of all, her body was internally on fire but the collar wicked away her infernal heat leaving her body cool but emotions raw. Her dick couldn’t decide whether it was raging and ready or limply cowering. By the time she retired to her tent for the night she was so utterly confused that she walked straight to Shadowheart’s instead of her own.   She ducked under the flap, not even needing the Geas to compel her, and as the darkness swept over her body she felt Slave stir inside her mind. She’d been mostly quiet throughout the day, but now I’m the lair of their mistress, she reared up and jostled with Karlach, demanding equal share of their head.   “Well if it isn’t our lost little lamb. Strip.”   Her eyes now adjusted to the gloom, Karlach saw Shadowheart once again lounging on her personal throne, Isobel draped across her already naked form. She couldn’t help but appreciate the jaw-dropping beauty of the two naked women before her, pale skin and tight bodies, pert breasts capped by cute button nipples and already stiff nipples. She caught the barest of motion in her periphery: Shadowheart’s hand teasingly fingering a softly purring Isobel.   Slave registered the command and Karlach helped her comply. She peeled her worn leathers off, unconsciously slowing herself down as she dragged her pants down over her cock, letting its half-hard length spring up and bob back and forth enticingly. She took pleasure in the glint of desire she caught in Shadowheart’s eyes at the show, but hastily finished undressing lest she incur her wrath.   Standing in all her nude glory, her cock fully erect after the teasing show she’d put on, chest tight and heartbeat hammering away in her neck, Karlach patiently awaited her next task. Shadowheart whispered something inaudible to Isobel who whined and extricated herself from her mistress’s embrace. She folded herself onto her knees by the throne, eagerly awaiting the coming show, arousal trickling down her thighs and glistening her flesh.   Shadowheart stepped up to the taller Tiefling, tilting her head back to look up into her eyes. Without looking, she reached down and grabbed Karlach’s cock possessively, a drop of pre-cum squeezing from the tip.   “Whose cock is this?”   Slave knew the answer to this now.   “Karlach’s.”   Shadowheart squeezed harder.   “Karlach’s, Mistress.”   “Better. But by the end of the tonight, this will be mine.”   Karlach bristled but felt herself whimper and Slave nodded their head, eyes shimmering and gaze locked to the slender half-elf’s.   “Last night was a good start, tonight I’ll show you exactly where your place is: at my feet.” As Shadowheart spoke, her skin seemed to darken and absorb the little light that penetrated the tent, her body swelling with power. Karlach found her cock shrinking and instantly looked down, not wanting to lose it once more. Instead of seeing her member growing smaller and disappearing though, she saw Shadowheart’s hand growing larger. She looked back up and found herself suddenly eye to eye with the Sharran. Confused, she just watched as the cleric continued to grow, now towering over her, forcing Karlach to look up at someone for the first time. Her jaw dropped, Shadowheart’s growth stopping nearly a foot taller than her, and then she swelled again, muscles bulging out from her previously slight frame. Karlach watched in awe as Shadowheart slowly turned from diminutive to hulking before her eyes.   “And now for my favorite part…” Shadowheart reached up and wrapped her now massive fist in a handful of the shocked Tiefling’s hair, forcing her gaze down to her waist. Unable to look away, Karlach watched as the skin above Shadowheart’s cunt bulged and stretched, a perfectly sculpted cock emerging from her body. It protruded forward, already erect, and grew.. and grew… and grew. Transfixed, she stared as it continued until it dwarfed her own impressive rod. She felt her cock twitch and soften slightly, cowed by the near two feet of ivory bitchbreaker jutting firmly from Shadowheart and poking her in the belly. Her abs flexed, and she felt Slave lick their lips. Karlach swallowed loudly, for the first time in her life feeling small and vulnerable.   “They say size isn’t everything, but I’m willing to prove to you that you’re mine, big or small.” Shadowheart yanked Karlach’s head back, and dove forward in a crushing kiss. Realizing for the first time that night that she was unbound, and with no magical compulsion forcing her compliance, Karlach tried to pull back. Shadowheart’s grip was iron though, and held her firm, her free arm snaking around the small of Karlach’s back to press their bodies together, squashing their cocks together, Karlach’s normally towering womanhood feeling remarkably inadequate in comparison. Her struggles dying down into pleasurable submission, Karlach and Slave melted into the kiss, returning the passion in earnest. Several long moments passed as their tongues dueled, even Shadowheart’s tongue wrestling her own into submission. Karlach moaned into her mistress’s mouth, half-limp cock stirring once more and stiffening as her arousal spiked.   Shadowheart held her there for a few more seconds and then pulled back.   “How do you want to be taken… first?”   “I… I don’t.”   “Perfect.”   Karlach felt a wave of divine magic wash over her, and pulse quickened.   “Wha-“   “You’ll thank me later, don’t worry.” Then she was wrestled to the ground, her barbarian might fueling her muscles even if her soul wasn’t in the fight. Slave could tell her mistress expected—wanted, even—the struggle. Karlach herself wasn’t even sure what she wanted anymore, but struggle she did nonetheless - futilely. Shadowheart’s new muscles were like corded steel, completely unyielding. The feeling of being completely overpowered on a physical level was… intoxicating, and alien. Even with her infernal engine racing, burning up inside her chest hotter than it ever had before, the behemoth that Shadowheart had transformed into handled her like nothing more than an unruly child. Karlach felt her shameful lust at the humiliation of the act boil over and her cock shot one errant strand of precum with a powerful jerk, splashing across the underside of Shadowheart’s ivory leviathan, serving as nothing more than extra lubricant for her impending domination.   Shadowheart pinned Karlach’s wrists together above her head, spreading her legs apart just enough to slide between them, her precum-slickened monster poking insistently between Karlach’s asscheeks. Karlach shook her head ‘no’ but inside Slave was ecstatic.   “Try not to enjoy it too much, pet.”   Without further ado, Shadowheart pressed forward. Karlach clenched her ass but between her own shameful lust lubing her tormentor’s cock, and Shadowheart’s own liberally drooling tool, she stood no chance. The massive girth spread her open, stretching her wider than she’d ever imagined possible.   “Nnghh!” Her eyes shot wide, cock jumping as the pressure increased, the enormous slab of meat advancing inexorably, as inevitable as the tide. Inch after inch slid deeper inside her, one painstakingly slow crawl as her amazonian body was forced to accommodate an impossibly large cock. Muscles flexing, she stared down at their mating, the pale pillar disappearing slowly inside her, her guts being rearranged to its shape, an obscene bulge distending her stomach as it continued ever onward.   “Oh gods… how?!”   “I said you’d thank me later.”   Karlach’s breath caught in her throat as she felt for the first time in her life her prostate being squashed flat, Shadowheart’s monolith of a cock wrecking her insides. Her own impressive member jerked, spewing her first orgasm of the night warmly across her stomach and the bottom of her tits. As if through a mind of its own, she felt it soften slightly, even her cock in awe of its superior.   “Holyfuck.”   Shadowheart smirked, savoring the barbarian’s surprised deference. She finally bottomed out, buried deep in the Tiefling’s guts, her heavy, swollen balls resting against the impaled barbarian’s asscheeks. Her cock stretched Karlach out, its shape clearly visible through her stomach well past her navel.   “So full… is this what it feels like for her?” Karlach wondered aloud, her thoughts instantly going to her morning tryst with Isobel.   “No, this is,” and with that, Shadowheart dragged her hips back, Karlach’s flesh clinging to it desperately, as if not wanting to let it go. She pumped her hips forward, faster this time, flattening Karlach’s prostate again and being duly rewarded by another weak orgasm from Karlach’s rebellious cock. Karlach’s legs quaked, the sensations from deep inside her raw and unadulterated. Shadowheart started to fuck her, slowly, almost gently despite the impossibly large weapon she was wielding. Each bottoming drew forth an accompanying jet of cum from Karlach’s cock and whimper from her lips.   “Look how well trained and obedient your cock is for me.”   Truth be told, Karlach’s eyes had barely left it, watching her cumslit widen at the apex of every thrust, its pearly treasure shooting forth weakly to pool between her tits. It was hard to argue with the Sharran, her cock jumped when made to, it squirted as directed. It barely even belonged to her anymore.   “Whose cock is this?” Shadowheart asked again, not even bothering to touch it.   “M-m-mine!” Karlach whined.   Shadowheart slammed forward roughly, battering her abused prostate. Her cock flailed again, two ropes of cum shooting forth this time, the admonishing thrust from the half-elf fueling her release with added humiliation.   “Mine!” Karlach repeated, more firmly, not sure whether she was arguing because she believed it, or to egg Shadowheart on.   Shadowheart pumped away at her ass roughly without speaking another word, each slap of her heavy balls against Karlach’s ass paired with louder and louder grunts and moans from the overpowered Tiefling. After a few more minutes, Shadowheart repeated the question.   “Whose cock is it?”   “Mine?” Karlach whimpered, the constant orgasms wrung from her body wearing down her resolve.   “Very well. Just know that you brought this on yourself.”   Karlach gulped, but deep down she and Slave were in agreement: they wanted more.   Shadowheart released Karlach’s wrists, grabbing her ankles instead and folding her backwards like so much unresisting paper instead of the incredibly muscular warrior she was. Karlach found herself with her ankles pressed into the ground next to her head, her ass lifted into the air, still stuffed full of Shadowheart’s leviathan. Her own cock drooped slightly where it bobbed mere inches from her lips.   Yesss… do it! Slave begged in their mind.   In position again, Shadowheart began to stroke away, the wet slaps of her balls resounding in Karlach’s ears, her traitorous cock quickly adopting its new task of painting her lust-drunk face white. Karlach opened her mouth, welcoming the jets of cum into her throat whenever they made their mark. Most missed entirely, erratic as her cocks spasms were, flailing about with Shadowheart’s impassioned thrusts.   “Suck yourself, slave.”   Gleefully, Slave took over, trapping the tip of her cock between her lips and sucking powerfully. Mere seconds later, Karlach continued the task, swallowing down her salty cum with abandon, every press forward from the Sharran driving her cock deeper into her mouth until she felt it banging at the entrance to her throat. She relaxed her throat, and it slid inside, allowing her to deepthroat herself, shame burning her cheeks and empowering the inferno of lust inside her.   “Swallow every drop.”   Karlach closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sensations swamping her body. Her ass pummeled mercilessly by a cock even larger than her own; her stomach jumping and stretching around the monster between Shadowheart’s legs; her neglected cunt weeping generously and clenching with each forced orgasm; her cock warmly embraced by her own velvety throat. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of ever-increasingly large loads until it was too much. Unable to keep up with her steadily more powerful climaxes, the excess leaked from her lips and stung her sinuses as it oozed from her nostrils, her mouth and throat entirely backed up. And still Shadowheart pumped away.   “If you can’t manage to do it yourself, then you don’t get to at all.”   Karlach whined around her cock, her tongue swirling around her tip, so lost in pleasure she didn’t even register the humiliation of the act. Shadowheart stopped thrusting and flipped Karlach around, pressing her face down into the ground and drawing her up onto her knees, arms held tight behind her back by one of Shadowheart’s huge hands. Karlach ground her hips back, eager to feel the pressure in her guts once more, desperate for Shadowheart’s cock.   “Please…” she whined, staring up at her dominator out of the corner of her eye.   “You sound good begging.”   Karlach shivered in delight at the praise, and then shook harder as Shadowheart slammed forward, bottoming out in one powerful thrust. Somehow, Karlach’s cock rebounded, finding new strength as it hardened again into a steely ramrod.   “Yessss!”   Shadowheart fucked her mercilessly, Karlach’s untouched cunt squirting jets of girlcum against the Polymorphed Sharran’s slapping balls, her stiff cock shooting rope after rope of thick cum to the ground, flapping up against her bulging stomach with each thrust. Shadowheart could feel the Tiefling’s smaller, cowed cock slapping against her own through Karlach’s abs, the added sensation spurring on towards her own climax.   “Go on, beg some more, beg your mistress for her cum.”   Karlach’s eyes rolled, her quivering body barely holding on to consciousness. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew it would be admitting defeat on some level, but she didn’t care anymore. Slave had shown her just how good it felt to submit. She needed more.   “Please Shadowheart, please cum!”   “Who am I?”   “Mistress! Please cum in me Mistress!” Karlach continued, taking a cue from Isobel’s own pleas this morning. “Please fill me up, paint my insides white with your seed!”   “And whose cock is this?” Shadowheart reached around and squeezed Karlach’s wildly flailing cock, the pressure bringing it back to life once more.   “Yours! Your cock Mistress! Pleeaasseeee…”   Satisfied, Shadowheart released her pet, picking up her pace with renewed force. Karlach whimpered and moaned, feeling her mistress’s cock twitching inside her, warning of her impending orgasm.   “Yes yes yes, thank you Mistressss!”   Spurred on by Karlach’s submission, Shadowheart grunted, burying herself to the hilt in the insensate Tiefling and doing just as asked. A veritable flood of cum shot into the squirming Amazon, packing her guts with seed. Shadowheart’s balls tightened and clenching, unloading load after load into her pet. Karlach’s kicking feet slowed, her eyes rolling up into her head, body impossibly full between her Mistress’s cum and cock. As Shadowheart’s orgasm subsided and came to an end, Karlach groaned, cum leaking from her ass and dribbling down her neglected cunt.   “Thank youuu…”   “Don’t thank me yet, we’re not done.”   “Hnghh?” Karlach’s confused grunt squeaked out as she was suddenly lifted into the air, her legs held up, kicking fruitlessly in the air by her head. Shadowheart’s tree-trunk arms were snaked under and around Karlach’s thick thighs, pinning her legs up by her chest, her knees squashing her tits together, feet dangling in the air. Shadowheart grabbed onto the back of Karlach’s neck and head, completing the full-nelson hold and cementing Karlach’s fate.   “…shit.” Karlach whispered. She struggled, twisting and turning as best as she could, but all her efforts awarded her was the realization that Shadowheart had her entirely under control and defeated. Her cock jumped at the thought.   Yes, ruin me Mistress! Slave thought. Karlach gulped, not wanting to voice her agreement.   Shadowheart slowly lowered Karlach, bringing her ass down to rest stretched lewdly around base of Shadowheart’s cock.   “See how your body stretches around me. Even without magic binding you, your strength is no match for me. This is your final lesson. You. Are. Mine.”   Karlach couldn’t disagree any more, her stomach bulged, distended around two feet of Sharran cock, the strange magic of the cleric allowing her body to contort so insanely. Her own cock drooped, jutting out from her body, exhausted and outmatched. She flexed her cock, watching it jump pathetically. She flexed her muscles again, testing Shadowheart’s hold. Nothing. The Dark Justiciar was as unyielding as stone.   “Do it.” Karlach whispered, accepting her fate. “Ruin me…”   “Good girl.” Shadowheart grinned evilly, slowly starting to lift Karlach back up off her cock. Every agonizing inch was torture to Karlach, her ass clenched and gripped at the gargantuan cock that had so thoroughly made her its bitch. Then the real fucking began.   Karlach’s body was slammed down onto Shadowheart’s cocked over and over again, each bottoming forcing her to climax again. Her half-hard cock bounced and hopped gleefully to Shadowheart’s will, the tip drooling cum incessantly, orgasms blurring together. Shadowheart’s enormous cock battered at her prostate, turning it from center of her virility into a slutty bitchbutton, each press and squash washing Karlach’s brain with happy submission. Karlach had completely lost control of her muscles, feet kicking, toes curling, thighs shaking, she basked in defeat. Her jaw lay slack, tongue lolling around a cock-drunk grin, drool streaming from her lips and eyes glassy and unfocused. She would have happily been jerking herself off and finger-fucking her cunt had she been able to use her arms, but Shadowheart’s grip on her body was ironclad. Instead her fists alternatingly clenched and loosened, her body quivering as orgasm after orgasm was wrung from her body like water from a rag. Mind overwhelmed, she  babbled and gibbered senseless words in between her soft, girlish moans and squeals. Distantly she felt Shadowheart’s lips press against her neck and kiss her heated flesh. The brief contact was enough to bring lucidity back for a split second. Suddenly conscious of the pathetic sounds she was making and the humiliating conquering of her body, a flush of embarrassment bloomed across her cheeks.   “Go ahead, squeal for me. No one can hear us, Isobel silenced the tent.”   Karlach’s eyelashes fluttered, embracing her destruction, and her whimpery moans grew louder.   “Oh fuck yes! Harder Mistress! Wreck me!”   Shadowheart bit down tenderly on Karlach’s neck and shoulder, picking up her pace, Karlach’s cock matching her speed and slapping against her abs loudly.   “Oh gods, it’s so good! I’ve never…”   “And you never will again without me.”   Karlach groaned.   “Please Mistress… the mirror…”   Shadowheart smirked around a mouthful of Karlach’s shoulder.   “With pleasure.”   Shadows coalesced in front of the recklessly fucking duo, swirling into the shadowy full-length mirror that Karlach had grown to appreciate. Her golden eyes focused in on the image in front of her, goosebumps pimpling her skin as she took in the depravity. The once proud Tiefling barbarian reduced to a whimpery, girlish slut, moaning whorishly as her mistress destroyed her body. The bulging of her stomach around its conqueror delighted her perversely, watching her firm abs appear and disappear, struggling to contend with the impossibly large cock pillaging her guts. She found herself wishing she could see her prostate as it was repeatedly squashed against Shadowheart’s unyielding rod. Her gaze drifted instead to her partially limp cock as it bounced and flapped, wet plaps sounding out as it slapped against her stomach. She watched Shadowheart’s swollen balls hammering up against her cunt with every thrust, dreamily wondering what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around them as they came, depositing their load into some slut. Her sight continued upward, marveling at her feet dangling in the air by her head, toes curling and uncurling in bliss, the humiliating position adding tinder to the fire of her arousal.  Finally, she looked into her own eyes–her eyes, not Slave’s–entranced by the pathetic expression on the face staring back at her. Spellbound by the image of her subjugated body, she wailed and came. Jets of girlcum splashed from her cunt, accompanied by the last remnants of whatever she had left for brains spurting from the end of her cock.   And came.   Shadowheart fucked her through the most powerful orgasm she’d ever known, cumming her resistance out onto the tent floor with abandon. With one final thrust, the Sharran stopped, leviathan cock jerking inside Karlach, twitches and spasms visible through her distended stomach as Shadowheart filled her to the brim one last time.   “Whose cock is this?” Shadowheart whispered.   “Yours…” Karlach whimpered without hesitation, her body utterly wrecked and exhausted, Shadowheart’s softening cock slipping from her ruined ass and a deluge of cum pouring from her gaping hole as she was dropped bonelessly to the ground.    Shadowheart’s form rippled and shifted, returning to its natural slender elegance. She pressed her dainty foot to the side of Karlach’s face, smearing it into the pool of cum their relentless sex had caused. Karlach’s tongue darted out, subconsciously lapping at the mix of their seed, savoring its warmth and salty flavor. She turned her head to the side slightly, bathing Shadowheart’s foot lovingly, sucking the cum from her toes and swallowing.   “Good girl.”   Karlach–no… Mistress’s cock twitched at the praise, but it had nothing left to give.

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Chapter 1 - One Act Ends, Another Begins

Nariil smiled at his friend. “Well, I suppose I’m the first to bring the good news! The Destroyer is dead, and I am proud to say I was among those who ended him.” Remembering why he had stopped here, his smile vanished. “But I can go into more detail later. I’ve flown through Azshara, and through Ashenvale and all I’ve seen is our people being slaughtered! When I passed, we were on the brink of losing Ashara, and Silverwind Refuge… That wasn’t war, that was butchery! It looked as though they simply cut down civilians as they fled! Why don’t we have more soldiers here' Where are our allies'” Raene sighed. “We were pushed to our limit defending Hyjal. After the Guardians of Hyjal, we put the largest effort into defending the mountain and Nordrassil. Our numbers are diminished, our soldiers exhausted. But It is not without hope. As we speak we have Splintertree Post under siege, and we have a shot at taking the Warsong Lumber Mill. Our Human allies have also gained footholds in the Barrens, which will force the horde to divert its forces… We may be down, but we are NOT out.” Nariil sighed. “That is a small comfort, at least. I wish I could stay, but I must return to Darnassus. Tyrande asked me to return as soon as my work fighting Deathwing was complete.” “I understand. It would be an honor to fight beside you, but if the High Priestess has summoned you, you had better go.” They said their goodbyes, and Nariil exited the inn. He took a deep breath, and shifted into a bird, and flew off to the north. His flight over Darkshore was uneventful, and finally he could see Teldrassil in the distance. Instead of approaching Rut’Theran Village and taking the portal to Darnassus, he decided to fly up. Reaching the top of the tree, he flew into the city, and landed in front of the Temple of the Moon, and shifted back into his normal form. The guards at the door nodded at him in recognition as he walked into the temple. He couldn’t help but smile. The temple had a such a serene feeling to it, open to the sky, with the moonwell in the center, with the statue of Haidene, the first High Priestess of Elune. He walked to the back, and up the ramp to the balcony overlooking the first floor of the temple, and around to where the High Priestess herself stood. Nariil was surprised to see that Malfurion Stormrage was present, and not in Hyjal. Upon approaching, Nariil went to one knee out of respect to the leader of his race, Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune, and the leader of the Night Elven druids, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage. “Now now, Nariil. Get up, there’s no need for that.” Tyrande looked a bit exasperated, and Malfurion a bit amused. “After all you and your companions did, Nariil, it should be us bowing to you,” said Malfurion. “But all that is currently beside the point. Tyrande, if you will.” Tyrande turned around and put her hands on the short wall on the edge of the balcony and looked down at the temple floor below. “I need you to go to Stormwind. Someone needs to convince king Varian to commit more to the war with the orcs, and clearly the ambassador we have there now isn’t cut out for the job. You’re a war hero now, and Varian will respect that, and hopefully that means he will listen. He’s a good king, but can be a bit rash and tends to ignore most advice.” Nariil was taken aback. “But, High Priestess… Surely there is someone better to send' I’d be of far more use if you sent me back to Ashenvale, to fight!” Tyrande shook her head. “This isn’t an order for you to question, Nariil. Our best hope for success is to get more help from our allies, not for a single druid, no matter how strong, to enter the combat. Just remember, the fact that you are a warrior will make the king more willing to listen to you.” He sighed. “Very well. I shall do my best, Tyrande.” “Excellent. Secure a portal from one of the mages downstairs. We don’t have the time for you to fly, or take a ship. Elune-Adore.” Nariil turned from his leaders and began the walk back downstairs, feeling a bit numb. He felt guilty to not be able to go back and help his people by fighting, but if this is what the High Priestess thought this was the better plan… He secured a portal, and shortly after popped into the mage tower in Stormwind. No one paid him any mind, no doubt accustomed to people appearing there and walking out. This was not only a place of learning, but a transportation hub, Nariil realized. Nariil exited the mage tower, into the bright sunlight, and started off toward Stormwind Keep.

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Chapter 12 - To kill a bunch of monsters and then....

Liena stands in a large, open field of tall grass and weeds with the twin black steel sabers on her back as she opens her mouth wide in a song. The song is a hauntingly beautiful melody that lures the creatures from the sewers, streets, forests, everywhere and brings them all around her. She has a slender frame with nice curves, breasts the size of watermelons, her butt is about the same size as a pumpkin, long black hair hangs down to her lower back, hazel eyes, thin lips that look so very soft, and her skin is rather pale as if she hasn't been out in the sun for a very long time. She's wearing tight blue jeans that hug her curves and yet doesn't restrict her movements. A black, sleeveless shirt with three belts with buckles holding her breasts in place hugs her breasts snugly, with a V-shaped opening for her head that reveals the top of her cleavage. The creatures surrounding her all look alike but have various differences that gives the impression that some are 'fresher' than others. Most of the creatures are about seven feet tall and is nothing but skin and bones. The creatures have flesh missing in various places and strange spikes jutting out of various parts of their arms, legs and shoulders and have long, terrifying claws. The creatures' eyes are all solid white, and their teeth are bare and covered in blood. Some of the creatures have skin that's not quite as pale white as most, while some look to be of the Viandi. There are also two creatures that look quite fresh. One is a woman that looks to be in her mid-fifties with white hair done up in a bun and wearing a long purple dress that is ripped in a few places. The other is a man that has a rather large build, and is fat and balding with graying hair. He's wearing blue overalls and a simple button up white shirt that has sweat stains and rips all over it. Liena frowns as she looks at the creatures. “Poor souls. I shall save you from your everlasting torment.” When Liena sees the various Viandi, her eyes glow with rage and she grits her teeth. A surge of power emanates around her form as she closes her eyes and she starts to change. Her watermelon sized breasts shrinks into her chest and changes into a strong pair of pecs as her ass shrinks into a firm, muscular ass and a huge package. Her gentle, soft face turns into a rather stern one with a strong jaw and her hair becomes short. The straps that contained her breasts spreads lower down the body in equal sections and clearly shows the hard eight-pack of abs underneath as her arms become big and full of muscle. Scars of various kinds cover his body that shows that he has been in many tough battles. He opens his eyes and lets out a roar filled with rage. “DAMNED MONSTERS!!! HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A THING TO MY BELOVED DAUGHTERS!!!” In one swift motion, he takes the sabers from their sheathes and focuses power into the blades before throwing them far up into the air. He clenches his hands into fists and shouts: “DIVIDE AND RAIN DOWN ON THOSE AROUND ME!!!!” The two sabers separates into thousands of sabers that all aim down at the hordes of creatures and begin to rain down. The creatures let out a horrible scream as around ten blades stab into each of them and begin disintegrating their flesh and bones along with the swords themselves. As he watches the creatures disintegrate, without looking back, he raises his left hand and has a crysteel saber form in his hand to block a set of large claws from coming down on him. The blade is a mixture of silicon crystal and steel, forcibly bonded under compression to form a semi-transparent blade filled with numerous diamond-like occlusions within. The blade is a pale blue hue, but lightens towards the opaque edge of the blade, where a greater density of diamond occlusions forms an unbreakable edge. Joth casually looks back at the creature that tried to attack him from behind. “Ah, you must be the one that turned all of these people into your slaves.” The creature, unlike all the others, looks more human than the soul-less shells that surround them. Its skin is pale and its hair is wild and unkempt as it waves around in the wind. Its eyes are purely black like that of a shark, its mouth filled with sharp teeth and colored in blood as it snarls at Joth. It has foot long claws that are like swords and its body looks as if it is malnourished. Streaks of what could be tears go down its cheeks as if it had spent years crying. It growls at Joth as it glares balefully into his hazel eyes. It speaks in a hollow voice. “Who....are you?” Joth smirks contemptuously as he looks the creature in the eyes. “I am Joth, Great Father of the Viandi people...” In one motion, he pushes against the creature's claws and sends it flying back as he turns fully to face it and brandishes his sword. “...and your executioner!” The creature gives a toothy grin as it poises its claws to strike viciously. “We shall see about that!” Joth begins to sing a song that the screams of the creatures provides the acoustics to as he takes a step and appears to the right side of the creature and slashes horizontally. The creature lets out a sound which could be of surprise as it quickly blocks the blade with both sets of claws as it is pushed back. Joth lifts up his right fist and punches the creature square in the face, sending the creature flying back again.  The force of the blow was hard enough to kill a normal man, but for the creature, it just fractures its skull and breaks its nose. The creature's head knocks back from the sheer force but it takes a firm step and lurches its body forward in an attempt to headbutt, only for it to hit nothing but air. It looks around for Joth and sees nothing but the thousands of corpses disintegrating. Then it sees Joth a good one hundred feet away as he takes a stance that has his left arm go horizontal as he holds his sword, the tip pointed towards the center of the creature's chest. His left leg is held back while his right leg is forward and he is slightly crouched down. His right hand is hovering above the blade's side which is horizontal. He leaps forward as he has his sword thrust forward, a field of energy surrounds the blade, towards the creature, the creature only has enough time to let out an angry roar before Joth blows a hole right through it as he slides on the other side of it for several feet. King Theo stands in a room made out of white tiled floors and steel colored walls. The room is filled with computers with men and women seated at every station. The huge TV's on the wall all show different areas on the planet but the biggest one is zoomed onto the fight between Joth and the creatures. Theo clenches his jaw as Joth makes quick work of the creatures. 'Damn it! It would figure that a bunch of mindless monsters wouldn't be able to harm him.' A young man wearing a normal white button-up shirt and blue jeans with white hair and green eyes nervously looks at the monitor and then at the king. “Um, your majesty. What would you like for us to do?” Theo straightens as he looks at all the men and women seated in their chairs, looking at him, waiting for orders. “Release all of the experiments and send them after that man!” He says as he points at Joth on the center screen. The man gasps and is about to say something in protest but stops himself and nods. “Yes, your majesty.” All the men and women move together as they type in commands on their computers and warning sirens go off as, elsewhere in the facility, creatures of various sizes are released from their cages and led to a hallway that leads to the field that Joth and the creatures were fighting at by a robotic creature. The doors open and around three thousand creatures stream out into the fields, all heading in the same direction. Theo grins as he watches them run towards Joth's position. 'These experiments are no longer useful to me. So lets see how much more of his power they will use.' The creature crumbles to the ground as its body is unable to regenerate the huge, gaping hole in the center of its chest and gives a bitter laugh. “So, I can  finally die?” Joth nods as he looks down at the creature and looks it in the eyes as he frowns. “Yes. You no longer have to suffer. Go in peace and may your next life be far better.” The creature laughs and coughs up blood. “You sure do talk strange for a former soldier.” Joth slowly smirks as he watches the creature's body begin to disintegrate. “So, you could tell? Only a fellow experiment/soldier would be able to recognize the other.” “Ha! Hardly. I could tell because of your power. I remember those damned doctors exposing me to that power over and over in an attempt to track it. They wanted me to be able to hunt you down and bring you back. Guess they greatly underestimated your power or greatly overestimated mine.” Joth clenches his jaw as his rage builds up again. “Ah, of course. Mcgregor would want me to be brought back alive rather than dead. That bastard always was a crazy fool. He should've learned his lesson.” The creature laughs as more of its body disintegrates. “Amen to that! Good riddance that he has been dead for centuries.” It looks Joth in the eye. “I am sorry for turning your children into my slaves. The power they had put into me is....difficult to control. I hope that they will have happier lives whenever they are reborn, Great Father of the Viandi.....my brother in arms.” “Rest well, my brother in arms.” Joth says as the creature closes its eyes and fully disintegrates. Joth raises one of his hands in front of his face and looks at it with a serious look. 'How strange. I feel weaker than I should be. Have I used too much power in my anger by mistake or-' He gives a quick look around him. “....What's that sound?” Joth looks around the field as the last remains of all of the creatures finishes disintegrating, which leaves many patches of dead grass. He frowns and raises his hand before he looks quickly towards the north and sees the three thousand freed experiments running towards him. He lets out a sigh. “I see your game, Theo. You wish for me to waste more power on these creatures? Very well.” He takes the same stance as before, leveling his crysteel saber horizontally. He has his left leg take a step back and his right leg forward as he slightly crouches and has the tip pointed at the center of the mass of creatures. He leaps forward at blinding speed as energy builds around himself and his blade and, in the blink of an eye, is going through them. There are hundreds of surprised screams and growls as he barrels through them all and then skids to a halt a mile away and into the sky as he lifts his sword up, the tip pointing to the sky. “IGNITE!” Plumes of explosions and fire consumes the creatures, killing them all instantly as Joth slowly falls to the ground. He lands lightly and looks at all the fried corpses that are strewn across the land and all the scorched earth. He looks at one of the bodies and notices something laying next to them. He picks up a strange symbol of what appears to be a planet that was broken into pieces and a figure in the center of it. His eyes twitch in recognition and he looks down at the remains. “I see. So that is what happened to the fanatics of the Great Destroyer's followers. May you all find a better life the next time around.” As his sword dissolves, he raises his hand and restores the green fields to their former beauty and disintegrates the remains of the former test subjects before disappearing. Theo grits his teeth as Joth disappears from the big screen but smirks after a few moments. The man that is standing next to him looks up at him. “It would appear that we have failed to kill or even wound the Great Destroyer, your majesty. I offer my humblest apologies.” He bows solemnly. Theo looks at the man and then back at the screen. “I wasn't expecting to wound or kill him with just this. We have succeeded in making the Great Destroyer use much of his power which will make him weaker in the long run. In about two days time, he will be weak enough to capture. Good work, ladies and gentlemen.” They all give their thanks as he turns to the big doors behind him and leaves for his limo. Two hours later, Theo arrives at the palace, he walks up the steps to the entrance from the south gate. Captain Nia walks towards him from the top of the palace steps and salutes, putting her arm diagonally across her chest. “Welcome home, your majesty.” Captain Nia is five and a half feet tall and wears golden half-plate armor that covers her body while leaving her joints free. Her frame is slender and has a slight tan on her originally pale skin, she appears to have small breasts and a petite ass, the armor makes it difficult to discern. Her eyes are blue and her brown hair goes just beneath her shoulders. At her hip she carries a rapier with a strange mechanism near the hilt that resembles the trigger of a gun. When unsheathed, the blade has a light blue glow towards the tip that discharges energy into an opponent when the trigger is pulled. The blade itself is made out of adamantium. Theo nods to her as he continues into the palace, her following behind him as they walk towards the throne room. “How were things while I was away?” Captain Nia looks ahead as she walks slightly behind him. “Both Queen Olivia and Princess Penny left with Prince Nikolas around three hours ago.” Theo stops and looks back at the captain. “Is that so? Hmm...Thank you for telling me. You may go.” The captain salutes and returns to her duties as he resumes walking into the palace. 'Is this your doing, Great Destroyer? Whatever you plan on using them for will not work. I will make sure of that.' Nik opens his eyes to find himself walking through the great hall to the throne room from his private quarters of the palace. He grumbles quietly wondering what his father could want with him when he's about to leave aboard the royal star ship 'Excelsior'. He opens the doors to the throne room to find just his father is there and then.... Nik gasps as he sits up, his body covered in sweat and his breathing is harsh. He looks around him as he takes in deep breaths to find that he is sitting on top of Vanessa's bed. Vanessa is to his left and Ginny and Amelia are to his right. His mother Olivia and sister Penny lay down near his legs along with the other six members of the Seven honorable daughters. He calms himself down as he catches his breath. 'What the hell was that dream? What happened?' His body slightly aches and screams at him as he makes it move out of the bed carefully so as to not wake any of the girls. He opens the door to Vanessa's room and can hear the water of the showers running and harsh coughing. He raises an eyebrow and shakily walks to the shower room and looks inside. He can see Liena's clothes all over the floor and can see Liena on all fours, coughing harshly as the water pours down her body, removing the dirt and sweat from her fight. He lets out a breath and Liena goes still before she looks over at him. A rather raspy voice comes out from between her lips. “Ah Nik, you're awake. Did you have a bad dream?” He looks at her closely as he walks shakily towards her. He frowns as he can see that her normally full, beach ball sized breasts and ass are now petite, her arms and legs are slender and appear to be very weak. Her tangerine hair has become very pale and hides her face....but not enough to show that her lips are now slender and a trail of blood leaves her mouth. He remembers how she told him he could could go with her to fight the monsters, and instead had her daughters keep him preoccupied with sex until he passed out. Nik's anger starts to build up inside of him as he thinks about what happened. However, the anger of having been tricked slowly fades as Nik looks at her weakened form. He gets down on one knee in front of her as she twitches slightly. She lets out a gasp as he pulls her into a hug and returns the hug as her red eyes meet his blue, he can now see the bags under her eyes and the wrinkles on her face. Nik swallows as he can feel just how weak she really is now, compared to her usual strength, and it hurts. Liena swallows as she looks into his eyes and finally speaks in a quiet yet strained voice. “Nik....aren't you angry at me....for tricking you?” Nik swallows as he hugs her close and looks into her eyes as sadness and pain fills his. “...I was angry but....how can I remain so when I see you in this state?” Liena weakly holds him, her small breasts squishing against his chest as she looks into his blue eyes, her own eyes wavering for a moment. She smiles lightly at him. “....You are such a kind man....It is a curious thing how I can forget sometimes. Perhaps I'm getting old?” Nik chuckles as he looks into her beautiful red eyes. “I highly doubt that. You're young and extremely beautiful, kind, smart and loving. It's not easy to be a 'Great Mother' of an entire race and be expected to remember every little thing. I know I couldn't do that.” Liena giggles slightly before she coughs again into his chest as his words echo in her head for a moment. “Heh, you are quite the charmer. You seem to know just what to say to make the one in front of you feel special.” He smiles back. “I'm only being honest. If I wasn't, then you wouldn't trust me, would you?” Liena giggles lightly. “No, I would not trust you. I would most likely do terrible things to you if you weren't honest. Which begs the question.....what do you plan to do about me being so dishonest with you?” “This...” He kisses her lovingly, and she lets out a gasp and moan as he dominates her tongue, taking in her blackberry and orange taste, as his cock slowly enters her pussy. Her pussy walls aren't squeezing him as tightly as they usually do, her strength not that far from a normal woman at this point, but he's big enough that his cock stretches her pussy skin tight as he goes all the way to the entrance of her womb. She lets out a gasp as he lifts her up and puts her back against the cool surface of the magic shower wall that he creates as warm water continues to fall on them and wrap her legs around his waist before grabbing her petite ass. He thrusts deep inside her again and again and again as she moans into his mouth and cums from every thrust, not knowing where one orgasm ends and another starts. 'How do you....ahn.... have this much.....fuck....strength left after......oh yes!.......fucking my daughters, your sister, mother, Ginny and Amelia?' He deepens the kiss as he looks into her eyes. 'I have no idea. When I woke up, I had a lot more strength than I should have. Lately, my body has been recovering a lot more quickly, ever since I drank your milk for the first time. The aches I had before are also gone now for some reason.' He continues to thrust faster inside of her and then he slams and holds as he fills her womb as Liena's eyes roll up. Liena lets out a weak scream into his mouth as her body writhes in pleasure and her stomach expands to the point where she appears nine months pregnant. Liena's body remains like this for a moment and then shrinks back down to its normal, slender/muscular frame and her legs and arms fill with strength as they hug him and her pussy squeezes his cock more tightly and her breasts and ass fill to the size of melons. She breaks the kiss and pants as she catches her breath, looking into his eyes. “Is that so? How very strange. As I recall, you gained bigger muscles and seemed to gain more stamina as you drank my milk.” Liena bites her lower lip in thought as she looks at Nik but not focusing on his face as her pussy squeezes his huge fuck rod tightly with its new strength. Nik concentrates as hard as he can so that he doesn't cum again as her pussy squeezes and coils around him tightly. Finally, Liena focuses her eyes on Nik's face and frowns slightly. “Your body is quite the mystery, Nik. When a Viandi drinks my milk, they are merely fed and might get a temporary power boost that helps them grow. But your body does something else entirely.” Nik looks into her beautiful red eyes, confusion on his face as he thinks about her words. “What do you mean, Liena?” Liena shakes her head as she looks into Nik's blue eyes. “I'm not sure yet. There are far too many possibilities.” Nik remains silent for a few minutes as he thinks and then he readjusts his grip from her now melon sized ass to her juicy thighs as she lets out a gasp as his cock slides back so that its tip is just barely inside her. “Then lets find out what happens.” Before Liena could say a word, he thrusts all the way to the base of his cock, sending the tip into her womb and making her gasp and throw her head back as orgasm rocks through her. Nik puts one of her nipples into his mouth and starts to drink her milk as he pounds deep inside of her as she moans louder. Liena tries to speak but can only manage to moan as her mind is filled with such ecstasy that she can't quite think coherently. She blinks as she notices that Nik's body starts to glow and.....stretch. After a moment, she realizes that he's not stretching but something impossible is taking place as she watches another Nik take form next to him as he slams in and holds and fills her womb with his cum again, making her throw her head back and scream as her stomach bloats to the point where she appears nine months pregnant again. 'T-the ability to s-split!?! He should not be powerful enough to be able to do that yet!' The two Niks look at each other and blink as they are completely shocked that there is now two of them as Liena's body returns to its original shape again and her breasts and ass grow to the size of pumpkins. They both look at Liena as she pants in Nik's arms and her body quivers as tears of ecstasy falls down her cheeks and then look at each other and smirk. Nik pulls Liena away from the wall and lays down on a water bed that he created from the water droplets that collected at the bottom. Liena looks at him in a daze but her eyes focus as she lets out a gasp as the second Nik slides into her ass. “W-wait Nik! I just came and my body is n-not yet ready for m-more!” Nik smiles up at her as the other Nik takes hold of her waist. “But we want more. Also you do need to be punished for tricking me.” Liena opens her mouth to say something more but Nik kisses her to keep her quiet as both of them start ramming her ass and pussy at the same time. Liena screams into his mouth as her eyes roll up and an internal conflict takes place where she wants him to stop and where she wants to be fucked more.  It doesn't take long for her desire to be fucked more to win over the desire to stop as they change positions where she rides one Nik's cock as the other has her suck him off. Also where she's on all fours as Nik fucks her ass while the other fucks her throat and many other such positions. By the time they are done, it had been around one in the morning and Liena was barely conscious as she was covered in their cum. The two Nik's merged together and he collapsed onto the water bed and passes out next to her as her breasts and ass are once again the size of beach balls and her lips are full and her skin is smooth. Liena smiles as she weakly looks down at a locket that is resting on her chest. It has a dark red ruby in its center with an etching of a cat's face under it. He had created it before the two merged together again. “How very interesting.” Liena uses her power to turn off the water and teleports Nik back to Vanessa's room where the others instinctively hug him close as they sleep. Liena smiles as she teleports herself back to her room and rests. After she is gone a set of glowing purple eyes at a dark corner of the shower room slowly opens.

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Chapter 4 - Breaking Karlach, Day Three

Dawn arrived, quiet and unassuming, light filtering in on the exhausted form of Karlach. Troubled dreams verging on nightmares plagued her rest, what previously had been one or two misplaced images became a flood. Images of a pale foot pressing her face into the ground, images of her own cock being force-fed to her while it rained salty cum down her throat, images of her battered body posed on her knees in front of a shadowy mirror, cum dripping from her face and cock limp and empty. But with the breaking dawn had come respite, a return to her normal fantasies of pounding a weakly resisting Shadowheart into the ground while Tav watched from the sidelines, lilac eyes aglow with lust as she waited for her turn. A smile crept across her sleeping face and her tense body unfurled, basking in the morning light’s rays. As her dreams faded away, and consciousness asserted itself, Karlach felt the familiar aches of her bindings return, and her morning wood jutted skyward, not quite as firm and unyielding after its thorough draining.   Yawning, she picked herself up and grabbed her clothes, stumbling off in the direction of the river and rubbing sleep from her eyes. Sunlight glittered off the surface of the lazy river like scales of a dragon, and the peaceful image helped soothe Karlach’s bruised psyche. She lowered herself into its cool waters and started to scrub.   A quiet cough from behind her gave her a start and she whirled in place to see the beautiful face of Isobel looking up at her, naked with her silvery hair fanning out across the water, submerged up to her neck.   “What are you…”   Isobel touched a finger to her lips.   “Shhh,” and dove beneath the water.   Confused, Karlach stared down at the wavering image of Isobel under the surface when another voice called out to her.   “Oh, hey Karlach. Feeling better today?”   Tav slid into the water for her morning ritual, and before Karlach could turn to face her, the tiny hands of Isobel grasped her thighs firmly, before a warm velvety mouth swallowed the tip of her cock.   “Oh, yes much bett—errrrr!” her voice trailed off in a squeak at the sensation, eyes crossing momentarily as Isobel’s head began to bob. Thankful that her back was turned to her lithe Drow companion, she bucked her hips deeper into Isobel’s greedy lips, feeling the head of her cock graze lightly at the back of the priest’s throat. Staring down in disbelief she saw the telltale shadowy smoke curling from Isobel’s skin wherever it touched her, dissipating rapidly into the river’s flow. Pale grey eyes looked up at her with a devious glint and Isobel thrust her head further down Karlach’s impressive member. The already tight sensation of sucking suddenly clamped down like a vice as Karlach felt the muscles in Isobel’s throat start to massage her cock.   “Oh fuckkkk,” she whispered, “you are really good at that.”   “What’s that Karlach? Did you say something?”   “Err, uhh… no… just uh, talking to myself… as I do, haha…”   Karlach’s awkward stammering oddly enough put Tav at ease, smiling across the way at her adorably goofy friend.   “Alright then, want to borrow my soap? You seemed to like the smell yesterday.”   Tav began to wade closer to the imperiled barbarian. Karlach looked over her shoulder and felt a panic start to grip her, broken occasionally by another bob of Isobel’s head, seemingly determined to sheathe the entirety of Karlach’s massive dick in her gullet.   “Oh sure, uh, just toss it over!”   “Ok… don’t drop it!”   With a deft flick of her wrist, she flung the soap the last few feet to Karlach.   Plop.   Karlach’s outstretched hand missed it entirely, brain short-circuited by the feeling of Isobel’s soft lips kissing the base of her cock and pelvis, against all odds having managed to completely swallow Karlach.   Gods doesn’t she need to breathe?! Karlach thought.   “I’m so sorry! I’ll find it, don’t worry!”   Tav just chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, unconcerned.   “It’s fine, I have more. You can keep that one.”   Now finished with her bath, if perhaps a bit prematurely, Tav turned and headed for the shore, her light grey skin shining wetly as she stepped unashamedly from the river’s edge to towel herself off.   Karlach though, was completely entranced by the frenzied sucking and slurping at her waist. She could feel a buzzing starting in her toes, creeping it’s way up her calves and quivering her thighs. Isobel’s fingers dug in tighter, squeezing rhythmically at her fevered flesh, then let go and reached around behind Karlach, slipping her middle finger gently inside the giant barbarian’s ass.   Karlach’s vision turned white, the slender finger stroking her insides just enough to push her over the edge. Her hips bucked and jerked, hands shooting down into the water to grasp the back of Isobel’s head and hold it still, shoved straight to her pelvis as she deposited whatever cum her body had managed to produce overnight directly into Isobel’s happily waiting throat. She could feel the fluttering muscles in Isobel’s throat swallowing repeatedly, milking her once more for every delectable morsel. Panting, and sated, Karlach released the Selunite, watching dazedly as she emerged from the water, a small trickle of white dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Isobel reached up, scooped the tiny droplet back into her mouth and licked her lips.   “Thank you for… breakfast…” and with that she winked and swam off.   Stunned, Karlach just watched her go, not having the faintest inkling of what to say to what just happened.   ***   The rest of the day was pure torture. Tav led them ever onward towards Baldur’s Gate, but every step of the way Shadowheart watched as Isobel snuck furtive touches and squeezes in, constant teasing leaving Karlach’s head swimming and her pants tight. Miraculously, her body still had fluid left in it, as evidenced by the steamy mess her cunt was making. The soft squishes in her pants sounded deafening to her ears, but apparently no one noticed. Her constantly half-hard cock drooled pre-cum, staining her underwear with silvery slime.   Just before sunset, the party looking for a place to camp for the night, Shadowheart approached Karlach herself.   “How is my fiery pet feeling?”    Shadowheart’s sultry words raised the hairs on the back of Karlach’s neck, the constant attention from Isobel throughout the day had run her nerves ragged and frayed.   “I’m not your pet!” Karlach hissed back, her breath hitching as Shadowheart snuck a hand down and squeezed at her prominent bulge, another thick dollop of pre-cum oozing from the tip into her soaked underwear.   “Such a temper! I look forward to you proving your conviction later tonight…”   Shadowheart stalked off, her fingernails trailing across Karlach’s bare stomach as she left. Karlach glared at her back, rage and reckless fury building inside. She breathed deeply through her nose, exhaling loudly to calm herself and spun on her heel. She needed to find a way to break the Sharran devotee’s Geas, and soon.   ***   Numbly, Karlach felt herself going through the motions that evening, barely paying attention while she set up her tent and headed off to bathe. She peeled her pants and underwear off with a grotesque squelch, washing them in the nearby small lake that Tav had found for them to set camp by. Blissfully, no one interrupted her this time, and she felt the tension of the day leave her muscles, relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages. After a thorough soak, and a nearly missed meal, Karlach finally retired to her tent for the night, sneering at the fact that Shadowheart and Isobel seemed to make no effort to disguise their romances - both heading for Shadowheart’s tent, a telltale blush forming on Isobel’s ivory cheeks. Once inside, Karlach paced anxiously in her tent, not looking forward to what she knew was certain to be another rough night. Almost an hour passed with no sounds from Shadowheart’s tent before the now familiar tug on her mental chains pulled her outside. She didn’t even bother to hide her haste, rushing the short distance between their tents, trying to convince herself it was just because she wanted to get it over with. But strangely, her feet carried her right past Shadowheart’s tent and off in the direction of the small lake.   Pale moonlight streamed down through the darkened boughs of the trees, filtering down into the underbrush and dappling the trail Karlach walked half with shadow and half with soft, silvery light. Were she not walking towards an assuredly evil dominatrix and her slave, Karlach supposed it might have been an enchanting stroll through the woods. The lake, however, was not far from camp, and she reached it far sooner than she would’ve liked, steeling her mind for the lurid scene she was sure to find. Stepping around a particularly large oak, she let out a quiet gasp as Shadowheart and Isobel came into view.   Sprawled across a bizarre smoky throne in the center of a small clearing, tiny flecks of light shimmering from inside it like stars in the night sky, was Shadowheart. A beam of moonlight cast a spotlight around the throne, highlighting her porcelain features with an eerie glow. Isobel sat curled demurely on her side in Shadowheart’s lap, her head nuzzled close in the nape of her mistress’s neck, planting delicate kisses on the pale flesh while one of Shadowheart’s hands fingered idly at her pussy. Karlach stepped forward into the clearing, tucking her arms behind her without even realizing it, letting familiar ropes of shadow wrap them tightly together before she noticed what she was doing.   “I’m glad to see you’re starting to recognize your place, pet. But it makes me wonder… what happened? I thought you were going to convince me otherwise tonight?” Shadowheart smirked, her slender fingers continuing their slick exploration of Isobel’s folds.   Karlach tested her bonds, not bothering to respond to the snide remark. They flexed slightly, not quite as steely as the last two nights, but ultimately steadfast all the same. As she pondered the significance of the fact, she saw Shadowheart’s lips start to move.   Crawl to me.   The Command washed over her, forcing her first to one knee, then the other, the bindings around her arms loosening just long enough for her to bring her arms in front of her, landing on all fours. The shadows swarmed back around her wrists, shackling them together, leaving her able only to take short, shuffling steps towards the throne. One slim tendril split from the chains around her wrists, winding its way down to her waist, wrapped twice around the base of her cock, and then between her legs and up her back to form a smoky hand grasping a fistful of her hair and pulling backwards. Her head held up to maintain eye contact with the Sharran, consistent pressure on the base of her cock trapping the blood in her engorged member, she felt a solitary tear slide down her cheek. The fires of humiliation fueling her growing arousal, Karlach crept inch by inch towards the two clerics, unable to look away, and drooling a trail of pre-cum behind her as she went. After a long, excruciating minute, Karlach arrived at Shadowheart’s feet. The cleric lifted one pale foot to the Tiefling’s lips, watching Karlach’s eyes smolder with fury before she pressed her lips to the offered foot, kissing it softly.   “Tonight I have a gift for you. Something to show you the power of my Lady Shar, but I think you’ll find it quite enjoyable.”   Karlach’s brow furrowed, doubtful. Shadowheart lifted her hand from Isobel’s cunt, spiderwebs of glittering fluids stretching between her fingers. She turned her hand over in the air, muttered a few unintelligible words, and the webs of lust blackened and swirled, spinning in the air into a loop before swelling and flattening into the form of an inky collar. Recognition flashed in Karlach’s eyes: the same collar from the first night! The collar spun lazily in the air, drifting lower until it stopped, twirling slowly in front of Karlach’s face. Karlach watched, transfixed, as silver words flickered into existence across its surface spelling a single word:    ‘SLAVE’.   Karlach shuddered, the thin chain of shadow wrapped around her cock loosening and then tightening once more, a gush of pre-cum escaping and splashing to the ground. Her throat parched, her voice came out in a rasp.   “I’m not your slave… or your pet… or any other stupid words you come up with…”   Shadowheart stared down at her dispassionately, waiting for her tirade to finish.   “Yes you are, you just don’t know it yet.”   And with that, the collar shot out and clasped itself around the prostrate barbarian’s neck. Karlach felt its effects instantly, her infernal heat welling up with her rage, then being drawn up into her neck and siphoned away into the collar. Her infernal engine of a heart raced faster, another wave of heat flushing her body before likewise being drained by the collar. Heartbeat after heartbeat, the heat came and left in waves, until finally her body felt… normal? The hand of shadow grasping her hair and holding her head back let go, and her head slumped forward, staring down at her hands. She lifted one hand, disbelief plastered across her face as she reached out with shaking fingers and touched Shadowheart’s leg. Nothing. No sizzling of flesh, no smoky wisps carrying her heat off into the night… just regular flesh to flesh contact. She could touch someone. Panic rose up inside her, her chest heaving, but before it could fully set in, Shadowheart’s foot lifted her chin. Brilliant green eyes shone down at her, ensnaring her own golden ones.   “Shhh. You’re ok, pet. Calm.”   Despite her loathing hatred of what Shadowheart had done to her, Karlach felt her pounding heart slow, and her shaking body shiver once, twice, then went still. A pleasant coolness swept over her, emanating from the collar clasped around her neck. She reached up to touch it, but suddenly, in a flurry of motion, two chains whipped out from the collar, wrapping her wrists and dragging them behind her back. What little good will had been built by Shadowheart’s ‘gift’ spoiled instantly. Karlach thrashed, but her wrists remained pinned behind her back, and she lost her balance, tumbling forward. She fell into the space between Shadowheart’s thighs, her chin resting on the surprisingly soft surface of the throne, eyes staring straight ahead at the shadows hiding Shadowheart’s naked sex. A few muted whispers passed between the two clerics and Isobel extricated herself from her perch, stepping down and around behind Karlach. The shadows now lifted, Karlach found herself suddenly mere inches from the soft, slightly swollen lips of her tormentor’s pussy. As she stared, a thin sliver of lust dripped down, disappearing between Shadowheart’s ass cheeks. Karlach licked her lips unconsciously.   The feeling of slender fingers wrapping around her bound cock startled Karlach, Isobel’s body draping itself across her back, her petite breasts squashing against her. Soft kisses landed on either side of her spine, and the small hand began to pump slowly. Goosebumps raced across her body, accompanied by a quiet moan.   “I think, given the circumstances of my gift, a thanks is due?”   Karlach nodded dumbly, then shook herself and glared upward.   “Pet. We can do this one of two ways…”   Karlach snorted.   “Fine.”   Lick.   Shadowheart shifted her hips forward to the edge of the throne, its back warping and shifting forward to support her. Her nose now pressed tightly against Shadowheart’s pubic mound, Karlach inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of Night Orchids mixed with the tangy scent of female lust flooded her sinuses. Karlach’s tongue was already halfway out of her mouth when the leaden net of Command draped across her mind. The chains at her wrists suddenly disappeared, and Karlach used her freedom to instantly reach around underneath each of Shadowheart’s ivory thighs, diving into her task with renewed vigor. She was immediately rewarded both with a sharp intake of breath from Shadowheart, and faster stroking of her achingly hard cock by Isobel. Unbound for the first time since stepping into this nightmare, Karlach relished in the limited freedom of movement afforded her. The compulsion to lick weighed greatly on her, impossibly heavy, but the interpretation of the details of the Command was left to her. And so she licked. Furiously. Still in awe at the poisoned gift of touch she had been provided, Karlach aimed to at least make the most of it. Within mere moments, Shadowheart’s cunt clenched around her tongue and a hot spray of girlcum washed down Karlach’s throat. She swallowed greedily and kept going.   Isobel for her part was not to be outdone, feathering kisses down Karlach’s back, she knelt behind her, fist a blur, holding Karlach’s cock almost straight down, the tip inches from the ground as it began to jerk in her grasp. Karlach’s tongue paused briefly as her orgasm swept over her, the slightly painful position of her cock accenting her climax. The first jet of cum impacted the ground forcefully, splattering against her thighs, followed by four more ropes of spunk, a small pool forming between her legs. Isobel slowed her hand, then stopped, running one finger up across the still drooling cumslit, pulling away a pearly drop and sucking it off with a loud smack of her lips.   Slower.   Helpless to resist, Karlach slowed down, going from frenzied lashing with her tongue to soft, slow lavishes. She swirled her tongue around Shadowheart’s clit before prodding gently under the hood of the tiny nub, flicking it occasionally. With each flick, Shadowheart’s hips jumped in her grasp.   “Good, hah–very good…”   As small as it was, this tiny moment of control brought an ear-splitting grin to Karlach’s face, buried between pale thighs. Before she could relish it too deeply though, Isobel had lowered her face, pressing kisses down Karlach’s ass, then tonguing her own slit. One hand spread Karlach’s ass for better access to her cunt, the other resumed its rhythmic stroking of the massive red cock. Karlach grunted, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, but still she continued her worship. Shadowheart’s lithe legs lifted up, wrapping around Karlach’s neck, her back arched, thrusting her breasts upwards and her hands grasped Karlach’s horns tightly. The sweet sounds of her impassioned moans rang like music in Karlach’s ears, spurring her on to greater heights. With a surge of strength, she heaved, lifting the petite half-elf into the air on her broad shoulders. Isobel watched in awe, Karlach’s cock slipping from her fingers as she stood, springing upward and flinging cum to spatter across the abandoned throne. Now lifted high into the air, Shadowheart’s bucking hips ground her cunt into Karlach’s face, her clit rubbing deliciously against Karlach’s nose.   “Yes… oh gods yes!”   Shadowheart drenched Karlach’s face again.   “Keep going!”   A muffled voice murmured its assent into her sodden sex.   Isobel stood up and placed her hands on Karlach’s hips, guiding her slowly to turn around, and then sit on the vacant throne. Now with easy access to the throbbing tool of the barbarian, Isobel dove on top of it. Her practiced mouth swallowed the tip with ease, sliding lower and lower. She relaxed her throat and swallowed, inch after inch disappearing into her wetly massaging depths. A faint bulge stretched her neck, evidence of the gigantic dick’s passage. Isobel’s eyes rolled back into her skull, her tongue sliding out to caress the underside of the last few inches of Karlach’s impressive member. Her brain floating on cloud nine, a happy haze of submissive lust enveloping her, Isobel pressed forward to the base, her questing tongue finding the Tiefling’s clit. She pressed it firmly with the tip of her tongue, then flicked.   Karlach’s vision swam, a roaring climax crashing against her, no build-up, no warning. She roared into Shadowheart’s fluttering cunt while her cock was mercilessly milked by Isobel’s tight throat. Swallow after swallow, every single drop of her cum disappeared into the Selunite’s warm mouth. A quiet moan from the cleric thrummed around Karlach’s softening cock, triggering one last, half-hearted spurt. Isobel pulled herself from Karlach’s lap, swallowed loudly one more time, and then began to wash Karlach’s mostly limp dick with her tongue, devotedly cleaning it. Not having been given the word to stop, Karlach’s tired tongue continued its worship. Her shoulders burned with the effort of holding Shadowheart up through her climax. Sensing Karlach’s fatigue, Shadowheart unwrapped her shaky legs from around the barbarian’s neck, her breath ragged and uneven. She stood carefully on the arms of the throne, willing it to slowly melt into the ground, until she was left standing over Karlach’s face, the Tiefling lying on her back in the grass.   Shadowheart looked down at the hooded eyes of her prey: they stared straight up into the night sky, unfocused. She dropped to her knees, straddling Karlach’s face, then beckoned to Isobel with a curled finger. Isobel crept over to her mistress on hands and knees, positioned behind her, she wrapped her arms around Shadowheart’s waist and pressed her tits into the soft back of the Sharran. Isobel purred into Shadowheart’s ear, then began to finger her cunt with one hand, rubbing her tender clit with the other. Overstimulated, Shadowheart barely lasted a minute before she squirted three jets of clear fluid over Karlach’s face. The first stream splashed noisily into Karlach’s open mouth, the other two spraying across her face haphazardly as Shadowheart lost control of her hips, bucking them wildly. She leaned back into her doting slave, sighing and thoroughly drained. Isobel cupped her goddess’s breasts and massaged them gently, pressing soft kisses into her neck while she waited for her to come back to her senses. Eyelashes fluttering, Shadowheart looked back at the grey eyes of her first conquest.   “Take me back to our tent, I don’t think Karlach is going anywhere any time soon.”   As Isobel helped her to her feet, Shadowheart reached out with the power of Shar, and the collar around Karlach’s neck vanished.    

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Chapter 9 - An Aspect to Aspire To

The stars were out in all their glory when Kat came to. Lying on her back in a veritable lake of cum she stared up at them, watched the clouds drift by and wondered at the serenity of it. If she didn't feel so thoroughly fucked she might have enjoyed it more. She lay there, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity before a deep voice woke her from her reverie. “Mortal, you must go after the nephalem. The fate of the world lies in the balance.” Kat tilted her head back to see Tyrael standing behind her. “That is a horribly cliché line you know. And besides, what the fuck am I supposed to do? You saw what just happened right? I couldn't defend myself vs my own character, let alone her and the Prime-fucking-Evil. I'm butt-ass naked and have no fighting skills whatsoever. Please, Mr Archangel, enlighten me!” Tyrael looked up to the heavens and closed his eyes before closing the distance between them and kneeling to place his palm on her chest. He murmured something unintelligible and a soft glow encompassed him, phantom wings unfurled behind him and waved lazily in the wintry night air. Kat felt a pleasant warmth suffuse her and her entire body began to lift from the ground. Tyrael rose to his feet and drew her up with him, her back arched into his hand as she floated upwards. A warm tingling spread from his palm throughout her body, working its way down to her toes and fingertips and as it passed, a sense of duty overtook her. The glow from the Archangel grew brighter and brighter until it was all she could see. When the light finally passed, Tyrael was once again in his human form, a solemn look on his face as he regarded her. Kat looked up at the gates of Heaven in front of her. Where once they had been tall and proud, gleaming with purity, they were now a twisted and smoldering ruin. She looked over to Tyrael and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of an angelic wingtip. “Tyrael, what have you done?” she gasped. “Heaven is in need of a new Aspect of Justice. Now hurry, the Aspect of Hope needs you.” Kat stared, slack-jawed, for a few moments as the gravity of the situation crashed down around her. Unbidden, her wings undulated in serpentine fashion, casting their glow about the gloomy ruins like some otherworldly flickering candle. A tremor ran through the ground beneath them, galvanizing her into action. “Aspect of Hope, right... gotta go rescue a fucking Archangel. Totally normal.” Her wings pulled her into the air and she sped through the broken gates effortlessly. The instant she entered Heaven she felt a gentle tugging at her psyche, to her left she could feel Auriel's will glowing like a beacon as she battled Diablo's minions. If this was staying true to the game then she knew that Rakanoth would capture the Archangel and all of Heaven would lose hope. Kat frowned and blazed towards the beacon as fast as her new wings would carry her, lesser demons exploded in purifying, heavenly light at her passing. Ahead of her, the doorway to the Library of Fate loomed tall. Suddenly, Auriel's beacon flared incandescently then disappeared. “Fuck! Rakanoth must have gotten her already!” Below her, a group of Oppressor demons stood guard before the entrance to the Library of Fate. Kat hurtled towards them, slamming into the first and incinerating it on the spot. As the other three reeled from the impact she spun towards the next, Eldruin materializing in her hands and cleanly decapitated it. Her outspread wings seared demonic flesh from bone where it made contact and her free hand reached out to release a beam of holy light, banishing the last Oppressor back to Hell. The new Aspect of Justice stepped into the blue glow of the doorway in front of her, silent determination seething from every pore. Kat looked down at her booted heels as they crossed the threshold, taking in her armor for the first time since her appointment as an Archangel. “Funny. I don't remember Tyrael being clad so scantily...” she muttered, eyes narrowing with skepticism. Angelic armor did indeed protect her in the form of absurdly high-heeled thigh-length plate boots, what could only be accurately described as a heavenly chastity belt, and a plate bikini top that would have made Leia's Return of the Jedi slave outfit look chaste. Elbow length plate gauntlets completed the perverted outfit, somehow managing to look dainty. Kat sighed, her chest heaving and threatening to spill from its confines. “I guess some things just can't be helped.” She spun on one treacherously high stiletto heel and strode off in the direction of Rakanoth, Lord of Despair. Ominous laughter boomed from the gothic arches as she stepped into the main atrium. Sure enough, the imposing demon lord stood tall in the center of the floor, Auriel's imprisoned form barely visible behind him. “Tyrael? No... Kat! Flee! He is too powerful!” Auriel's pleas fell on deaf ears as Kat squared up to her opponent. Her grip tightened on Eldruin's hilt and her free hand clenched into a fist. Rakanoth spread his bladed arms wide, inviting her to attack. In a blink she was upon him, sword screaming as it clashed with his right arm in a blinding flash of light. Kat leaped back with preternatural speed, narrowly dodging the return sweep of his left arm. Surging forward again she dashed up his arm and with a powerful beat of her wings sent him stumbling forward as she propelled herself towards Auriel's prison. If I can just free her, together we can beat him... Kat prayed. Reaching out towards the Aspect of Hope, Kat felt herself jerk to a sudden stop, inches from her target. “No!” she screamed in frustration. She looked over her shoulder to see Rakanoth's twin arms impaling her wings, pinning them to the ground. She briefly marveled over the fact that she felt no pain from it but struggle as she might she couldn't pull herself free. Digging her heels into the marble as much as she could, she strained forward, Eldruin's rune engraved tip carving into the base of Auriel's prison. Maybe I can still cut her loose. Maybe. A powerful hand clapped down on her shoulder, its companion wrenching the holy sword from her grasp. “Fool, you should have simply fought,” the demon lord rasped. Confusion and despair rattled her to the core as she looked behind her to see Rakanoth's blades still pinning her wings while the demon stood next to her, taloned hands where the blades once were. He cast aside Eldruin and, palming her head, directed her gaze to Auriel's prison. “Watch, fledgling Aspect, as your precious Hope is extinguished.” Unable to pull away, Kat watched in horror as the corrupted growth encasing Auriel melted into a puddle leaving only her arms trapped before surging upwards and spearing past the Archangel's armored thighs. Auriel flung her head back and screamed, the corrupted growth breaking through her waist plate and driving deep into her pussy. Kat's jaw dropped, despair crawling its way into her mind with inky black tendrils. As terrifying as the scene in front of her was, she couldn't help but feel herself growing wet as she watched. Auriel's head snapped forward and her hooded gaze met Kat's. Kat felt more than saw a sense of pleading pass between them in that moment, the corrupted pillar impaling the Archangel's pussy beginning to ripple now with malice. As each shuddering wave made its way to Auriel's clenching lips a darkness spread to the base of her wings. She was no stranger to the baser forms of pleasure, but a habit of repression it seemed would be her downfall. A larger ripple flowed upwards into her core, melting thought away with tainted bliss as it delved deeper inside her, urging the pillar of demonic corruption onward in its conquest of her. “Kat, please... Help me... mnnngoohhhh,” Auriel's plea trailed off into a low, throaty moan the darkness spreading its way across her wings inching closer to the tips. “No no no no no... Not again...” A soft but steady dripping drew Kat's attention to her waist. Rakanoth had snapped her armor off, exposing her throbbing pussy lips to the air and letting her wetness trickle to the marble beneath her. Rakanoth sneered. “Your lower lips speak the truth that your mouth cannot.” Kat lifted her chin, staring back into the hood of the Aspect of Hope, silently willing her companion to prevail while a slender, clawed finger reached between her legs to flick her clit. Kats body shook and her will wavered. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and prayed for divine inspiration. It was so unfair, now that she finally had power she was still helpless against her own traitorous body. She couldn't help but think that maybe if she wasn't so perverted, if she didn't get off so hard on corruption, things would never have come to this. Another flick to her clit forced her eyes open as she squirted in orgasm, drenching the tiles. Auriel's own battle was faring no better. The phallic shape rippling inside her had met resistance at her cervix; slowly retreating now, it dragged hellishly against her walls pulling moisture from her body into the open for her captive audience. The shaft glistened with her heavenly juices, inches from Kat's face, proof that the Archangel was enjoying her torture at least on some level. Kat yearned to lick it, to taste the heavenly nectar, but her pinioned wings prevented her from doing more than staring lustfully. A crimson haze was clouding her mind with every passing second, thoughts of escape slowly wafting away on the breeze. Her hips bucked with Rakanoth's every surprisingly tender ministration. I'm so pathetic, I don't deserve to be a hero. I can't even stop myself from cumming when the fucking Archangel of Hope is being corrupted right in front of me. The second the idea of corruption entered her mind she came again. I'm so fucked up! She raged, her cunt spraying the marble again in orgasm. “Mortal... look at me!” Kat turned her barely open eyes upwards to meet Auriel's, lust running rampant through her body. “Together we are stronger...” the Archangel shivered as the corruption began its ponderous journey back into her spasming cunt, “...stronger than thisssss—ohhhhhhh Heavens yessss!” In the background Rakanoth snickered derisively, thrumming Kat's engorged clit with two relentless digits. “Mmhh, stronger... right...” Kat's sense of duty floundered in a sticky swamp of pleasure. A thin tendril of drool seeped from the corner of her slack mouth, sliding down her chin, her neck and between the valley of her bare, freckled breasts. Miraculously her gaze remained locked with Auriel's. Whether they were drawing strength from each other, or damning each other, neither knew. The darkness had nearly reached Auriel's wingtips now, an ominous feeling worming its way into Auriel's consciousness amidst the tainted bliss of Rakanoth's corruption. With a sudden flash of clarity, she sighed breathily into the air-partly in pleasure-and blew a kiss down to the ill-prepared Kat. The kiss slammed into Kat's forehead with the weight of a thousand worlds and a renewed strength flowed into her limbs, the haze of lust clouding her mind dissipating. Wide-eyed, she stared up at the Archangel, the black taint finally encompassing the last of her wings. I feel... Hope... Kat wondered privately. With that final act however, Auriel's last mental defenses crumbled like into dust. Her hooded head slumped and hung between her breasts, all strength gone from her. All the while the hateful pillar of demonic essence rippling between her legs grew thicker and longer, reaching up to her cervix once more. “Yesss... deeper now... deeper!” she gasped, “So goooood!” A solitary tear fell from her hood before the Archangel bucked her hips downwards into the invading presence, her cervix giving way to the pressure and letting the corruption spread into her womb. The growth grew rapidly upwards, pressing insistently against the inside of her taught belly, lifting Auriel off her feet and into the air. Her legs kicked feebly as her climax reached its crescendo, glittering droplets of her cum falling onto Kat's upturned face. “It is done. Come pet, let us entertain our guest before Diablo calls us.” Auriel's limp form shivered at the word 'pet' and she moaned huskily. “Yes Master...” with one beat of her powerful black wings she lifted herself off the magnificent, cock-shaped prison. “Ahhh, delicious,” she sighed as the tip of it left her gaping cunt. The ex-Aspect of Hope drifted lazily down to the naked form of her former rescuer. “I know you wished to taste me, hero, shall I grant you your wish?” Kat felt her chin grasped in the corrupt Archangel's hand and her neck craned upwards to meet the twin pinpoints of demonic green light in Auriel's hood. She knew she should look away but the mesmerizing light made it so hard. “N-no... I don't... want to.” “Come now Kat, look how sweetly I drip for your tongue.” Kat's eyes dropped of their own accord to the glistening honeypot inches from her face. The corrupted angel's hypnotic eyes finally out of her vision, rational thought threatened to regain control. She felt something tickling her lips, only to realize it was her own tongue, licking in anticipation of the delectable treat dangling right in front of her. “I-I can't... Auriel please don't make me do this!” “Oh honey, I don't need to make you do anything. You know you want this. Deep down, in the darkest corners of your perverse heart, you want this.” Kat's heart fluttered in reply, her breathing quickening. “It's not right...” Auriel tipped the heroine's head back, returning Kat to her gaze. “Is it not?” “Noo...?” the green glow emanating from Auriel's hood grew larger until it was all Kat could see. Rakanoth's fingers resumed their strumming of her clit, each beat driving her resistance further from mind. The poor, confused gamer was hopelessly overmatched. “It can't be right... something... something isn't right?” “How could it be wrong when it feels so good though, silly human.” “Feels so goooood... it does. It does feel good.” Kat's rational mind struggled to cope with the demonic power. Thrum. A mini-orgasm caused her legs to quake. “Just think how much better it would feel to slip your tongue between my lips and drown yourself in my cum.” “Better?” the befuddled redhead questioned. “I do want... to feel. Better.” Her nose brushed the angel's clit, reflexively inhaling the intoxicating scent of Auriel's juices. “Just one lick... one lick couldn't hurt?” “That's right sweetie, just one lick won't hurt at all. In fact, it'll feel really good.” “Yes... one lick... feels good...” Kat's tongue reached out tentatively, Rakanoth beating away her willpower with his fingers. The instant the tip of her tongue touched Auriel's lips, the Archangel came, flooding Kat's unprepared mouth with the most heavenly flavor imaginable. Kat's eyes rolled back into her head, another stronger climax causing her own cunt to grasp impotently, wishing there were something inside her. When she opened her eyes again, her tongue was lapping away devotedly, frantic to please Auriel. Her already sparkling emerald eyes grew unfocused, an eerie yet dim green glow overtaking them with each lick. “One more lick... just one more Mistress. Please...” “Yessss.... Fuck! Good pet... make Mistress cum again.” Rakanoth chuckled and stepped back to admire his work: a corrupted Archangel and Aspect of Hope, and her would-be rescuer and fledgling Aspect of Justice cumming their brains out. He turned and gathered up his blades then left to rejoin his brethren at Heaven's Pinnacle. “More pet, deeper!” Auriel moaned, pressing Kat's unresisting head harder into her quivering lips. Kat dutifully lapped and slurped at her Mistress's cunt, enthralled as Auriel's clit grew longer and fatter with every orgasm. Minutes of unending orgasm passed until finally the corrupt angel was left with a foot-long monster, slightly limp and draped over Kat's head. Kat licked the base of the member lovingly, her unfocused eyes gazing up into the dark hood, gaze never wavering from her Mistress. “Fffuck that feels amazing!” Auriel gasped, breaking the tension. Her new cock pulsed and a thick drop of precum coated the tip, oozing down into Kat's hair as her member stiffened. “Now my sweet, I'm going to shove this entire thing down your slutty little throat and you're going to love it, aren't you?” “Mmm, yes... Love it...” Kat mumbled monotonously, her lips spreading to engulf the tip. “Pet?” “Mmmf?” Smack. Kat's mouth protested loudly as her Mistress's cock was pulled from her. “We do this my way, slut. I know you'll love it more that way.” A shiver ran down Kat's spine as somewhere in the recesses of her mind her conscious self looked on in rapt amazement. Her battered psyche wanted nothing more than to break free and save Auriel yet, still, the inner image of herself was ramming its fist as deep into its needy cunt as it could while it watched. “Yes Mistress... You know best,” Kat droned. With that, Auriel unceremoniously shoved the majority of her abomination down the throat of the Aspect of Justice, thick precum coating the grasping walls of her throat as it went. Kat's neck bulged to make way for the massive cock, rapidly swallowing to ease its passage. Her greenly glowing eyes crossed to stare at the few inches outside her mouth as it conquered her body. With a barely heard moan, she slumped, her body hanging limply from Auriel's ravaging cock. Auriel grinned evilly, grabbing the young heroine's head between her hands and thrusting twice before cumming, pouring her tainted essence down Kat's greedy throat. “Good pet, go to sleep now...” cooed the Archangel. Kat's shattered mind smiled inwardly, basking in the glow of a job well done. Mistress is pleased with me. Feels so good. Sleep now...

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Chapter 1 - A Night In White. Y'shtola x F'lhaminn

I may be slacking on my English lessons. Sorry if this one seems worse than normal! I think I might just have something for women with white hair. Now to figure out who Y'shtola is going to get dick next... As the remaining members of the scions shuffled out from The Rising Stones, there were but three women left remaining in the main hall. The resident bartender Ephemie stood behind the counter, cleaning various empty glasses and mugs, wiping away the smudges of dirt that careless adventurers had left behind on the counter top. Opposite of her sat F'lhaminn who was seated on a stool, head held low and staring longingly at a cat’s-eye gemstone. It wasn’t until Ephemie cleared her throat did F'lhaminn snap from her stupor, a brief moment of confusion on her face before she briefly smiled at the bartender.  “Can I get you anything? Tea, water, or even alcohol?” For a long moment F'lhaminn paused, wondering whether she should drown herself in a mug of ale to help pass the remainder of the night in peace, but upon spying Y’shtola in the corner of the room with tea in hand did she think better of it.  “Just some tea, thanks. Could you bring it over to where Y’shtola is? I think I’ll be joining her for a time.” As F'lhaminn hoisted herself off the stool she’d begin to make her way over to Y’shtola to offer the woman a soft-spoken greeting, “Y’shtola? May I join you?”  In lieu of any words, Y’shtola only nodded her head as she took another short sip of her tea before setting it down on the saucer.  “And how are you doing this evening?” As F'lhaminn spoke she’d reach a hand out to gently rest it upon the blind sorceress's shoulder, as if to offer some modicum of comfort for whatever might have been ailing the woman.  “I’m quite well. Merely tired is all. Travelling from Limsa Lominsa, to Gridania, and then to Ishgard in the span of a single day has left me devoid of much energy. And you? How did you enjoy the festivities today? I heard through some incoherent, drunk rambling that our esteemed Warrior of Light tussled with a handful of other scions and nearly blew a hole in the side of the building.” A brief flicker of annoyance crossed Y’shtola’s face as she shook her head and sighed. “I really have to wonder whether or not that woman has even the slightest bit of sense to her.” A soft chuckle spilled forth from F'lhaminn lips as she shook her head as well, knowing all too well the damage that the elezen had caused earlier. “So it seems. It was quite fortuitous that she didn’t manage to injure anyone. You have your work cut out for you in training her. As for how I am, quite well. Perhaps a little forlorn but it’s only ever fleeting.  A look of confusion crossed Y’shtola’s face as she turned her gaze up to face F'lhaminn, and while she couldn’t see the woman, she could tell from her voice that she felt more than a little lonely. “Forlorn? Why is that? You know well and true that we all care deeply for you. You need but say the word and we’ll come to your side for matters both trivial and serious.” This time it was Y’shtola who reached out to comfort the older miqo’te woman, grabbing a hold of a hand and squeezing it gently as she smiled. “You know you’re always wanted here. You can always talk to us.”  F'lhaminn couldn’t help but smile at the sweet words as she spoke, “I’m well aware, thank you my dear. However, you may be somewhat mistaken in what it is I speak of.” As F'lhaminn looked around briefly to ensure that there was indeed no one else other than the two of them near the table, she would then lean in to whisper softly to Y’shtola, “I speak of matters relating to that of the bedroom.”  While initially the words took a few seconds to truly sink in, upon the realisation of what F'lhaminn had actually meant, the normally stoic and blank-faced Y’shtola turned a hue of red upon the revelation of such sensitive information.  “Just between us women, of course. I’d never share this with anyone else.” While F'lhaminn seemed mostly unperturbed by what she had just said, Y’shtola had become visibly embarrased by it. Shifting ever so slightly in her seat and readjusting her dress as if she was trying to conceal something. “But perhaps this is not the time or place to discuss such matters. We wouldn’t want anyone coming in mid-discussion and hearing such things.” With a soft cough Y’shtola cleared her throat and nodded briefly.  “Too right. Such things are better reserved for a quiet room.” As Y’shtola reached out a hand to lift the half-full cup of tea to her lips she’d suddenly feel something press up against her groin that’d force her to let out a soft groan of pleasure. A look of panic was now on her face as she attempted to shift the position of F'lhaminn’s foot from her crotch over to her knee, but her efforts bore no fruit as rather than moving it, it only forced the smooth sole to rub up against the rapidly tenting dress.  “What was that noise? Are you ill, Y’shtola? While F'lhaminn’s voice betrayed no sign of having intentionally stoked the fires of Y’shtola’s arousal, it wasn’t until the younger miqo’te woman attempted to reach down to move F'lhaminn’s foot did she hear a gentle warning being spoken. “Might I suggest you leave that alone? You never know when someone might walk in and discover you with a hand on my foot and that poorly hidden bulge beneath your dress.” While normally never one to back down, the potential of having her closely guarded secret being exposed by F'lhaminn was something she couldn’t risk. Let alone to any of the other members of the scions. With a timid nod she’d lift her hand back up and leave it to lay flat on the table, a look of discomfort on her face as she felt the fabric begin to rub and press against the head of her cock. All the while the smooth sole of F'lhaminn’s left foot continued to gently trace up and down along the length of it. The painfully slow tease was enough to cause Y’shtola to whimper softly as she began to try and reason with F'lhaminn. “Just.. How did you find out about it? What is—what do you want, F'lhaminn”? A moment of silence hung in the air before F'lhaminn spoke once more, “I believe I’ve told you already. That forlorn feeling. The body of another is what I want, and you have exactly what it is I desire for tonight.” With her remaining free hand F'lhaminn reached out to gently pull Y’shtola’s head forward so they could better speak to one another.  “You can come nice and quietly to the infirmary with me, or we can enjoy one another right here and now. While I have no qualms about such things, your not-so-little secret won’t be staying a secret for very long should we do it here. What will it be, Y’shtola?”  While the discomfort she felt between her legs paled in comparison to how she might feel should anyone else discover her secret, Y’shtola couldn’t deny that there was something… exciting about it. About being in such a relatively public place that someone might walk in and discover the two engaged in such acts was enough to almost cause Y’shtola to falter in her desire to keep such things hidden. It wasn’t until she felt F'lhaminn’s left foot slip under her stark black dress did she think better of such things. The dainty toes pressing up against the aching head of her cock caused her to let out a low hiss of pleasure as she began to squirm and writhe in her chair. “Infirmary, please.”  As F'lhaminn released the back of Y’shtola’s head she’d plant a tender kiss in the middle of the woman’s forehead before withdrawing her foot back to the confines of her shoe.  “I’ll head there now. You may take a few minutes to better compose yourself so that the tent in your dress isn’t as pronounced as it is now. It’d be counter-intuitive if anyone saw it now. You have five minutes, after that, I will work under the assumption that you simply fled and who knows? Ephemie might very well have a thing for gossip and rumours. I couldn’t imagine who she might tell about such an ‘accidental’ discovery.” While the words F'lhaminn spoke were said in such a sweet and loving tone, the threat behind them was anything but.  As F'lhaminn slowly walked away, Y’shtola was left with nothing but her own heavy breathing and the sounds of dishes clinking against one another as she did her best to better compose herself for the night ahead. As Y’shtola pressed her hand up against the door to Dawn’s Respite she’d take a deep breath to steady herself before finally pushing open the door. While her sight may have been gone now, she could still feel the presence of another in the room. As she gently leaned the door shut and twisted the lock, she’d feel a hand on her shoulder and a sweet voice in her ear.  “I thought you might have had second thoughts. Yet here you are. Positively shaking and a bundle of nerves. The stoic Y’shtola quivering in delight at being at the mercy of another. Are you always filled with such deviant thoughts? Is it of my lips gliding along your shaft? Or how about my pristinely smooth soles squeezing your cock?” Perhaps it was because she was still so excited from earlier, or maybe it was just a matter of pride, the chiding words sparked something within the younger miqo’te. Without giving F'lhaminn any form of warning, Y’shtola quickly spun around and grabbed at both of her hands while simultaneously pushing the woman back up against the stone walls. A soft gasp of surprise at the sudden turn events quickly gave way to a teasing laugh from F'lhaminn. “Oh? Has all that blood rushed elsewhere now? Giving way to those primal urges you seem so content to lock away.” Despite the change in position and at being pushed around, the haughty tone in which F'lhaminn spoke never once gave way. Rather, it seemed to only come on stronger as she leaned forward to stare into those pale white eyes that her aggressor had.  “Your naivety is almost admirable, Y’shtola. What do you think our hero might say when they discover that the quiet Y’shtola Rhul is nothing more than a repressed, hedonistic woman with a cock big enough to put anyone else to shame.”  As quickly as the sudden surge of aggression had risen did it wane. The lingering threat in the air was more than enough to put Y’shtola on the back foot as she released F'lhaminn and let her hands drop to her side in defeat. A mocking laughter echoed in her ears as Y’shtola once more felt something between her legs. “No need to feel so defeated. As I’ve told you before, I really have no desire to hurt or besmirch your good name. Only to enjoy your company. To make you feel good before you make me feel alive.” As if to add some sincerity to her words, F'lhaminn’s left hand had now slipped underneath the black garbs that Y’shtola was clad in to begin a teasingly slow handjob. The gentle stroking motion of F'lhaminn’s warm hand sent a shiver coursing up Y’shtola’s body as she stood there, mouth agape and tail twitching behind her in bliss.  “Just like that, Y’shtola. Make those exquisite faces of pleasure for me. Moan. I want to see who you are. Not the repressed, near emotionless woman I so often see. Tell me your desires. Give in to me..” As strong-willed as Y’shtola thought she was, the gentle whispers into her ears in conjunction with the handjob she was receiving was far too much for even her to ignore.  Rather than struggle in vain, Y’shtola yielded to the demand. A howl of pleasure echoed through the room as she let out a carefree moan of pleasure before finally being pushed over the edge to her first orgasm. The spurts of sticky cream quickly coating the inside of her previously blackened dress, as well as slathering the majority of F'lhaminn’s hand that was still clutching around her shaft. The normally light brown skin of the blind sorceress was now flushed crimson as she panted and heaved, struggling to catch her breath as F'lhaminn’s hand continued to idly stroke up and down, the slick sounds of the handjob now producing a quite audible noise for anyone to potentially hear from behind the door.  “That wasn’t so bad, was it? But the night is still far from over.” Upon hearing those final words a slight knot formed in Y’shtola’s stomach as she realised now that she might have bitten off more than she could handle this time around. However, given the fact that her cock was still gripped within F'lhaminn’s hand, she had little choice but to be carefully guided over to one of the beds nearby. It wasn’t until she felt the disappointing release of F'lhaminn’s hand did she take a seat and sprawl out across the bed, hiking up her dress as she tried her best to get comfortable despite the state of things.  In the dim light of the room the still flaccid cock continued to drool sticky cum from the head, beads splattering on the previously pristine bedsheets. But even the brief respite from F'lhaminn’s endless teasing was short lived as rather than the gentle touch of a hand, a pair of lips had been brushed across the sensitive crown. A loud yelp of surprise spilt forth from Y’shtola’s mouth as she shuddered in ecstasy. “Oh I like that noise.. Let’s see what other sounds you can make.” Despite her best efforts to remain composed and to not give the songstress what she further desired, it didn’t take long before even that idea crumbled to dust when she felt the soft, pillowy lips of F'lhaminn wrap around the aching head. Every single nerve was on end as little by little she could feel the slick, hot embrace of F'lhaminn’s mouth descend down along her cock. It took all her will and then some to not simply grab at a handful of hair and simply pound away as some self-gratifying act of revenge and pleasure. The only thing that stopped her was the fact she could feel a hand carefully cupping the tender and sensitive balls that rested just below her cock.  All the while F'lhaminn had long since given way to her own desires. Devoid of any sort of undergarment beneath her dress as she had been prepared for this the moment she’d left Y’shtola alone. A small puddle of her arousal had begun to pool on the floor, her own body awash in excitement and anticipation at the moment she’d finally be able to straddle such a thick dick. It wasn’t until she had hit nearly the half-way point down she did feel a burning sensation in her lungs. Despite this feeling, it only served to further stoke the embers of her arousal. So much so that she’d relinquish the hold against Y’shtola’s sack to begin fingering herself. At first she’d begin with a single digit to tease herself with. It was only fair, she thought to herself. If the woman she had put through so much torment was suffering, she’d teeter herself on the edge just the same. The deft digit slowly sliding up between the wet lips an halting only an ilm or two in. The surge of pleasure had forced F'lhaminn to make a gurgling, wet gagging noise as she did her best to continue swallowing down ilm after ilm of Y’shotla’s fat cock. However, even despite her earnest efforts, the ache in her jaw and the lack of oxygen was beginning to take a toll on her body. With vision blurring and legs quivering she’d have to put her practice of deep throating on hold for the time being.  The wet coughs and violent retches that came from F'lhaminn sent pleasurable vibrations down along the shaft. It wasn’t until Y’shtola felt the cool night air once again wash across her cock did she begin to whimper while looking down at F'lhaminn who was now struggling to catch her breath. Even through it all F'lhaminn continued to gingerly push and pull her index finger in and out, carefully crooking the tip of it to better brush along the sensitive nerves inside. If she had any less concern she might have very well simply fingered herself to completion right then and there, leaving Y’shtola to sort out her own arousal. But the thought of such an impressive member before her eyes was one she couldn’t pass up. Let alone when it was ready and willing to go, and who knew just when Y’shtola might even talk to her after this was over.  As much as it pained her to do so, F'lhaminn withdrew the slender digit that was slick with her own juices and brought it up to Y’shtola’s mouth, teasing the finger forward so that the woman could clamber onto it and get a preview of just what she might have in the future.  While her legs were still shaken and wobbly, F'lhaminn did her best to hoist herself off from the floor and onto the bed. The mewling sounds as Y’shtola continued to suckle against her finger brought a warm feeling of happiness over her, if only briefly. It wasn’t until she pulled the saliva slick fingertip from the mouth of the blind miqo’te did she shove the woman over to lay flat on the bed. “No more games. No more fighting me. We’ll finish together..” The sweet words were all Y’shtola needed to hear as she nodded. The next thing she’d feel was the sweet embrace of F'lhaminn’s pussy as it clenched around the head of her dick. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm the poor, repressed miqo’te as F'lhaminn took her sweet time in adjusting herself. The girth and length of it took some getting used to as it was more than enough to cause some minor discomfort for her, if only for a minute. The achingly long descent down was tortuous for the pair of women as neither of them wanted to rush things. But rush things they did. Whether it was because Y’shtola had been suppressing most of her urges for years now, or because F'lhaminn had gone without for so long, both of them seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time. With no regard for prolonging the sensation, the two began to meet each other's thrusts. Every buck upward from Y’shtola was met by a press down from F'lhaminn as without fail Y’shtola would bottom out inside F'lhaminn entirely. Only stopping for mere moments to catch her breath before continuing the frantic rutting that would soon see the two pressed together in a sweaty embrace.  The rising pleasure bubbling in their body would soon reach a peak as F'lhaminn leaned down to press her lips against Y’shtola’s own. Tongue slipping forth and beginning to entwine and bat the other, the two miqo’te sharing a passionate, perhaps loving kiss as one final thrust sealed the two in a passionate lock of ecstasy. Even with the previous hefty amount of cum drained from Y’shtola, this orgasm was no less potent in the amount that began to empty inside F'lhaminn. The two women holding each other tight as they rode their first orgasm together, lips locked against one another as it wasn’t until the final remaining trickle of Y’shtola’s orgasm had subsided did they pull free from the kiss.  If either of the two could speak, they might almost certainly have said something they might regret in the morning, but for now they chose to enjoy the calming silence of the night. The only noise that could be heard was that of their breathing as it wasn’t long before they were at it again. This time, with Y’shtola rolling over onto her back and pinning the woman beneath her as the two continued in various positions and places in the infirmary before finally passing out on one of the beds. 

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Chapter 1 - Introduction

INTRODUCTION Joe slipped quietly along the side of the dark green house and stopped quietly at the corner. He peered around the corner to see if there were any people out for a midnight stroll. Overhead, the giant form of Jupiter took up most of the night sky. He sneaked over to one of the windows and looked inside. The room was dark, unlit, and unoccupied. He raised a hand and beckoned his friends who were hiding in the woods, to come over. Slowly they came out, they were clad in dark clothing for camouflage, and they crouched and stumbled over. “Everyone get here OK?” Hissed Joe. Murmurs of confirmation came from the darkness that was shrouding the kids in darkness. “Steve's not here.” whispered an individual. Joe squinted in the darkness, trying to make out the speaker's face. “Is that you Max?” asked Joe. “Yeah, its me, I think Steve chickened out on us.” Joe frowned. Steve hadn't chickened out from the last couple raids they'd had. “We'll have to go without him. We can't waste time, this is a big house, when we get in, each of you spread out and take a room. Stay out of the top floor until we're ready.” With that he took out his laser pointer. It looked like a really big silver pen. The end was tapered into a sort of nozzle-type thing and there were small buttons running along the entire length. He brandished his laser and turned on the laser. A low humming sound was emitted from the laser as a small point of intensely focused red light appeared on the window. Joe slowly cut a large hole into the glass. He put away the laser, and then, carefully pulled it out with a suction cup. He reached in through the hole and disabled the lock carefully, and pushed the window up. He waved his hand through the open window, and his troupe of friends climbed carefully through the window. Once they were through they fanned out and each quickly sneaked into a room. After a half an hour, they all regrouped at the foot of the elevator. “Did we get a good haul?” asked Joe. The others nodded and murmured in assent. “Alright, let's go upstairs then.” Everyone piled into the elevator. Someone pushed a button. The elevator zoomed to the second floor. Once again everyone separated into different rooms. Twenty minutes later everyone converged near the elevator again. Joe signaled for them to go back downstairs, and they rode the elevator back to the first floor. They went to the room where they came from and started to climb out the open window, when the loud piercing noise of police sirens startled them. They panicked, and shoved to get at the window. About four people got out in time, then the police were at the house. Joe ran through the house trying to find a hiding spot, when the police started pounding the doors. “Open up! We know you are in there! We have this building surrounded! Come OUT with you're hands up!” Joe frantically tried to find somewhere to hide. “Hey Joe! Over here!” Joe looked in the direction of the sound. It was Bobby he was standing in front of an open closet door. Just then there was a loud boom and thump. Joe ran over to Bobby. “Shit! That was the front door I think!” shouted Joe. “In here, I found a second door!” Said Bobby. Joe looked into the closet. There was a second electronic door in the back of the closet, hidden by a gigantic mirror. “There is no escape! Decease and desist now!” “C'mon Joe, in, in, in!” Joe ducked in and went through the second door. Bobby quickly closed the closet door, moved the mirror back in place, and slipped through the doorway as well. There was a 'click' as the second door closed automatically. Joe and Bobby were alone in the dark. The lights automatically turned on. Light flooded the room. Several very expensive-looking consoles sat on an antique desk that seemed to be made out of wood. The walls of the room were whitewashed but covered with all kinds of media from pictures to posters to paintings to news articles. In the far corner there was a CONIVR pod, a Complete Neural Immersion Virtual Reality pod. A automated life support system was set up right next to it. In fact it was hooked directly to the CONIVR pod. “Whoa, is that real wood? I mean it actually looks real,” exclaimed Bobby. Joe walked over to the consoles, examining them. Bobby looked at the walls with wonder, “Is that paper? Real paper? My God, real paper was used like a hundred years ago! Can you believe this Joe, this guy must be rich as hell!” “Gal” “What?” “The owner's a girl” “How'd you know?” Asked Bobby. Joe nodded towards the CONIVR pod, then continued tampering with the console. Joe walked over and peered into the glass, and saw the face of a young women, who could've been anywhere from her early-twenties to early thirties. She had luscious brown hair that fell to her shoulders and past in thick waves. Her face was finely sculpted with high cheekbones, and a flawless jawline. She had a cute slightly upturned nose and a pair of perfect lips. Her long eyelashes fluttered with her eyelids as she delved in her virtual slumber. “Damn, she's gorgeous!” muttered Bobby. He looked over to the desk, where Joe was still absorbed with the consoles. “Any idea who she is Joe?” He asked. “Maybe if I can get into this console.” Joe replied. Bobby walked over to stand beside Joe at the desk. “I thought you said you couldn't hack.” “I can't.” “Idiot, stand aside.” commanded Bobby. Joe backed away. Bobby took out his PMC (Portable Micro Console), and started typing quickly on it's interface. “I thought you said you couldn't hack either.” “Yeah, at the time, that was true, however, I happen to be a very capable programmer. I also learned a some things from Mac. I've actually been working on a couple of projects lately that have let me enter any database, any network with ease. They aren't viruses either, so they don't leave trails... Ha! I'm in!” Bobby put his PMC away, and started typing on the consoles. “Her name is... Keira, and it doesn't give a last name, hmm that's strange.” “What?” “She's the owner of A-ax...ix...oxe-” “It's pronounced 'axiroya,' it's an English translation from Meslieo, it means roughly 'source of flesh.' It's just called Triple X for short.” “How do you know so much about it?” “Triple X is supposed to be for the rich 'upper' class,” Joe made mock quotes with his fingers. “My cousin was invited to a special party there by one of his friends, he also did a research project on it in school. He told me all about it.” “What's 'source of flesh' supposed to mean?” “I have no idea.” “Ok, what is she doing in that CONIVR Pod?” “She's in a game called Enpos.” “Hmmm, never heard of it, which company made it? “All it gives is Artha Orelan.” “Never heard of them.” “Me neither, and here's the crazy thing, she's been playing this game for about a month. Non-stop.” “What?! How can anyone play one game for that long?” “I think there's probably something wrong with the game, and she can't exit. The game itself isn't copyrighted, and the engine is unsigned. Its probably illegal.” “What's the point of making an illegal game? It's just... a game” “Well I heard that if you can actually buy custom made games off the black market. There are usually crazy developers who can make you a game according to your specifications. Usually it takes a team of people to create a decent game but, these black market developers hack into other games, steal the streams of code that they need, and insert it in their own game. This is illegal. They also have very powerful programs that help them build these games, these programs make the game completely seamless. These programs are illegal. These programs also need a really fast processor to run well. So, what happens is the developers end up over-clocking their processors, which is of course, is also illegal. Because of all this, The games that they produce are not only very high-end, but also very expensive, hard to come by, and usually impossible to copy,” explained Bobby. “How do you know all this?” “I'm a programmer, I'm in the loop.” “Ok... then what are you going to do? Disconnect her?” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Isn't that dangerous?” “Not if I do it carefully.” “Yeah, and if you screw up then we'll get landed in JV” “You worry too much.” “This isn't even any of our business, we should just walk away.” “With the cops still patrolling outside? I don't think so, we're stuck here. We might as well entertain ourselves” “By screwing around with this woman's game? Do you know how much more shit we'd get in if someone found out?” “No one's going to find out.” Bobby started to type on the console. “Eventually they will.” “Yeah, right.” “I'm serious Bobby, we're already in trouble for breaking and entering, not to mention theft as well.” “Yeah, yeah, ok” “Bobby, seriously!” “Disconnecting now...” “What!?” “Let's see, five seconds to end the program.” “Oh man, we are gonna get sooo screwed” “...one, zero.” The CONIVR Pod shuddered, and hissed, releasing compressed air, as its doors slowly slid open. Trapped air hissed as it escaped, and steam blew out, fogging the room momentarily. The steam cleared to reveal the still form of the gorgeous woman. All she was wearing was a skintight, rubber-like suit. There were cords and tubes connected to sockets on her suit all over her body. She didn't move. “I my God Joe, you probably killed her!” panicked Bobby. The woman's eyes snapped open.

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Chapter 9 - A meeting with a King and three tasks

The palace is a large, multi-tiered building that has several towers spread out around it, with the very top of it in the shape of an upside down tear. The towers are the size of skyscrapers and are positioned at the points of an octagon. The castle itself has many windows at even intervals which are stained in various colors and depict images of a kingdom rising up from nothing after the destruction of Earth. There are football sized courtyards inside the South, East and West gates and a large cemetery in the North section. The courtyards have various types of plants and trees growing in their garden sections. A limo lands and parks at the Southern gate and its short driver lets Nik, Liena and Ariadne out. He bows his head to Nik and then returns to his vehicle and takes off. Liena smirks as she walks with Nik and Ariadne towards the entrance of the castle. Nik stands next to Liena and gives her a sidelong glance to see that she had reverted to her less curvaceous form. Her skin is pale white instead of peach orange, her lips are a light pink shade. Her breasts are the size of watermelons and her ass is the size of pumpkins. Her eyes are hazel instead of red and long black hair flows down to her lower back with a few bangs in front of her forehead and two long bangs going down to either side of her breasts. She is wearing her kimono with flowers and various colors on it. Liena looks over at him and smiles as he looks her up and down. “It's better to go like this since it would be a pain to explain my new form to your parents. I'll change back when we return to the ship.” Nik nods as they walk and casts another sideways glance at her and waves hello to the various guards and servants that call out to him with a smile. 'I wonder if it is possible for Liena to have a collar and become my bitch too?' He sees Liena cast him a sideways glance and sees her blush slightly and give a small smile....then he blushes as he remembers that she can read his mind. Why does he always forget about that? He hears a giggle in his head and looks back to Liena. 'Hehe! It is possible for me to become your bitch, if you really want me to.' Nik blushes deeper and opens his mouth to say something when he hears a female voice call his name and gasps as Penny runs into him, knocking him slightly off balance. He has to look down at her smiling face, what with her being a head shorter than he is, and smiles at her. “Good morning, Penny. Did you sleep well?” Penny is wearing a dress that is made up of three layers with different shades of pink. The layer that surrounds her legs to her knees is a dark pink with frills on the bottom. The second layer is a lighter shade of pink and reaches down from her waist to her upper thigh area but opens in the front in a V-shape. The final layer goes from her waist up to her neck and is the same shade of pink as the lowest layer. A big blue ribbon wraps around her waist and there is a big bow in the back just above her petite ass. The dress opens in a V-shape from the top of her average chest, showing a tiny bit of cleavage, and she wears a blue ascot. Ribbons tie around her arms, but leaves the arms of the dress near her wrists loose and flowing freely. She wears pink high heeled boots that go up to her knees and has a trident shaped top of lace. A golden diadem with three emeralds are embedded into the front of it rests over her forehead. She looks up at him with her green eyes as her long black hair settles behind her and she gives a shake of the head. “Not really! I missed you so much, big brother!” Liena smiles as she watches this little interaction. Nik smiles as he looks at Penny and gives her a hug. “I'm sorry to hear that, sister.” Penny looks at Liena and gives a polite smile. “Good morning, Great Mother Liena.” Liena smiles sweetly as she looks at Penny. “Good morning, Princess Penny.” Nik looks behind Penny and realizes that they are at the bottom of the stairs that leads up to the palace itself. About halfway up, walking towards them, is Nik's mother Queen Olivia. She is wearing a orange dress that reaches down to her ankles. Lace ropes stretches down her form from just beneath her breasts to her waist, the bottom of each bearing frills along it. She is wearing light blue short high heels shoes that look to be made of some sort of crystal material. She has elbow high gloves that are a very light shade of orange. A golden diadem with four sapphires embedded into the front of it rests over her forehead. Her brown hair blows gently in the wind behind her as she reaches the bottom and walks over to Nik. Penny moves to the side to let her mother hug Nik, but stares at Ariadne with a confused look on her face. Olivia kisses Nik's cheek, which makes him flush a bright red, and smiles at him. “Good morning, my son. Did you sleep well?” Nik smiles and nods as he looks into her green eyes. “Yes, mother. I slept very well.” Olivia smiles sweetly and gives him a knowing look, then she turns to Liena. “Good morning miss Liena.” Liena smiles as she looks Olivia in the eye. “Good Morning, Queen Olivia. Did you sleep well?” Olivia gives a curt nod.. “...Yes, I slept quite well.” Liena notices the slight hesitation in her voice and opens her mouth to say something when she notices a woman in armor standing behind Olivia, who had not been there before. She stands at is five and a half feet tall and wears golden halfplate armor that covers her body while leaving her joints free. Her frame is slender and has a slight tan on her originally pale skin, she appears to have small breasts and a petite ass, the armor makes it difficult to discern. Her eyes are blue and her brown hair goes just beneath her shoulders. At her hip she carries a rapier with a strange mechanism near the hilt that resembles the trigger of a gun. When unsheathed, the blade has a light blue glow towards the tip that discharges energy into an opponent when the trigger is pulled. The blade itself is made out of adamantium. Olivia looks over to the woman and smiles at her. “Ah, there you are, Captain Nia. I was starting to wonder where you were.” The woman called Nia gives a smart salute. “I'm sorry for causing you to worry, your highness. I was up late last night finishing up on some reports.” Olivia nods and smiles at the captain. “It is alright, Captain. I just hope that you got some sleep last night.” Nia nods and Olivia turns back to Liena. “Oh, sorry. This is captain Nia of the special task force. She-” “Is one of the soldiers who killed several of my children in the war.” Liena interrupts as she stares at the brown haired captain, who looks down as a small bit of rage fills Liena's eyes. Olivia, Penny and Ariadne stare at Liena in alarm as Nik gently grabs Liena's shoulder and has her look at him. Liena blinks a few times and the rage inside her subsides. Liena takes a few moments to compose herself and gives Nia an apologetic bow. “It is nice to meet you, Captain Nia. I'm sorry for just now. I lost my composure.” Nia licks her lips nervously and then gives a nod. “It is quite alright, Great Mother Liena. I completely understand your anger.” She looks back at Queen Olivia and gives a bow. “Your majesty, I shall go ahead to give my report to the King.” Olivia gives a nod and then looks at Ariadne as Nia walks up the stairs. “Oh, I'm sorry, miss. I didn't notice you. May I ask who you are?” Ariadne gives a polite bow and looks Olivia in the eyes. “I am Princess Ariadne of the Henasar people. I am the last of my kind.” Olivia stares at Ariadne as her eyes go wide and Penny also stares at her. “Princess of the Henasar? I...wasn't aware that the Henasar had royalty.” Ariadne nods. “Yes. Our kind rarely came out from our underground palace unless we needed to speak to the Great Mother or her daughters about things.” Ariadne gives Liena a small bow, which Liena returns with a smile. Olivia gives a small nod and looks Ariadne in her pink eyes. “I see. So what brings you here, Princess Ariadne?” Ariadne frowns. “I have come to....ask for the return of my mother's crown that you humans stole from her corpse.” Olivia's eyes widen in shock as she stares at Ariadne along with Penny and Nik. Nik blinks a few times and then looks at his mother and then back to Ariadne. “I-is that true? The soldiers robbed your mother of her crown?” Ariadne looks him in the eye and nods solemnly. “They did, Nik. I was injured and watched them take what they wanted. The crown that was taken was something that the Great Mother herself made for my mother's great grandmother long ago and had been passed down from generation to generation.” Nik's fists clench as anger rises within him, but before he can say a word, Olivia speaks. “I see. I am truly sorry about this. I will do what I can to have it returned to you. I believe there were some objects turned in to the museum last week. I think there was a crown among the pieces.” Liena puts a hand on both Ariadne's and Nik's shoulders and gives Olivia a small bow. “That would be very appreciated, your Highness. But we can sort that out later. Right now, we should...Oh! I almost forgot.” She looks Olivia in the eyes as she starts to speak. “I brought the soldiers that have died in the war with me so that their families could pay their respects.” Olivia's eyes widen and then she gives a respectful bow. “I greatly appreciate that, miss Liena. I will make sure to let the dock workers know to offload them and will notify their families later today.” Liena nods and smiles. “Now we should go meet with his majesty. We've kept him waiting for a while.” Olivia nods and leads the way up the stairs as Nik calms down. He takes Ariadne by the hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, which she returns as she blushes. Penny looks at the two and gives a small humph as she walks alongside her mother. Olivia eyes the two curiously and then continues on with a small smile, occasionally wincing slightly as she climbs up the stairs. Liena eyes her up curiously but doesn't say anything. They walk down a long corridor made of marble with a red carpet that goes down the center of the hallway towards two huge wooden double doors. There are guards stationed every ten feet, all dressed in red and silver armor with the symbol of a red planet emblazoned on their chests. The guards standing by the double doors give a bow to Olivia, Penny and Nik and open the doors to the throne room. The throne room is large with zig-zag patterned tiles racing along the floor. The walls are made of white marble and have large, high reaching windows that stretch up to the forty foot high ceiling which is being held up by massive marble pillars with grooves all along their surfaces. A large, ornate chandelier made of rubies and diamonds hangs in the center of the room, along with smaller ones near the corners. At the end of the room is a multi-tiered platform with one throne of diamond in the center, a smaller gold throne on its left and a smaller silver throne on its right. The room has guards standing underneath each window and a few heavily armored ones standing at the foot of the thrones. On the center diamond throne sits King Theo Ragnburg dressed in royal robes. He wears a red coat with golden streamers outlining the edges and golden buttons going down the middle. A puffy white shirt shows underneath, with a little bit of lace coming out near his neck and fluffy cuffs near his wrists. His pants are a black leather that shines in the light and he wears black leather boots on his feet, and a golden crown with rubies embedded in the front which sits on his forehead. Next to the golden throne sits four women in rags and chains on the floor. One is a silver-eyed, silver and golden haired beauty whose hair reaches to the middle of her back, she has slender golden and silver lips, and a slim body with skin that is a combination of gold and silver. Her breasts are the size of apples and she has a petite ass along with the ears and tail of a wolf. The second is a gold haired woman whose hair goes down to her shoulders, with skin the color of the sun, yellow eyes, and full gold lips. She has an athletic build with breasts the size of large oranges and a slightly big ass, roughly the size of small watermelons and has the ears and tail of a cheetah. The third has wavy orange hair that doesn't go past her shoulders, skin that is a light red, and brilliant light red eyes. She has plump light orange lips and a less athletic build, but breasts the size of pumpkins and a slim ass along with the ears and tail of a fox. The final one has sage green hair that reaches down to her slender ass, eyes of a deep crimson, slender dark green lips and breasts the size of grapefruits with the tail of a crocodile and her body is covered in olive green scales. The four look up as they hear the doors open and their eyes light up as Liena follows Olivia and Penny into the room. They shout together: “Mother!” Before the King has a chance to clear his throat or Olivia and Penny have reached their seats, Liena appears in front of the four women. Liena giggles as she waves at the girls and smiles widely. “Samantha, Tiffany, Becky and Tina! It warms my heart to see you four alive and well.” She reaches down and gently pets each of the girls heads and kisses each of their foreheads as tears roll down their cheeks. She stands up straight and smiles down at them, then she tilts her head to the side as she looks them over. “You girls haven't had much to eat, have you? Here!” Liena snaps her fingers and four fruit baskets filled with apples, bananas, peaches, grapes and well cooked steaks appears in front of the women who let out happy noises of various kinds and start to eat. Liena smiles as she watches them eat. “Now you four be patient, I'll be taking you out of here very soon.” “That will depend on if you can take care of a few things, Great Destroyer.” Liena glares at King Theo, who looks her right in the eyes as his wife and daughter take their seats on either side of him and the guards near the throne move to grab her, realizing that she had gotten behind them somehow. She takes one step back and is instantly standing next to Nik and Ariadne, giving a smug smirk as the guards that tried to grab her stumble. “Is that so, your majesty? What things could you possibly need my help with that you couldn't do yourself?” The heavily armored guards growl and bang the butts of their spears onto the ground as they glare at Liena. “How dare you speak to his majesty like that! Know your place, Viandi!” Liena laughs mirthfully and releases a small burst of power that makes the room shake and the armored guards stumble to their knees as Nik and Ariadne take a step back from Liena. They stare in disbelief as the power subsides and Liena glowers down at the guards. “You should watch your mouths you little runts. It took seven long years for your pathetic forces to defeat my daughters, when it would've taken me a single day to destroy all of you!” Theo frowns as he looks directly at her and raises a hand to silence his guards as they rev themselves up to say something more, and then he speaks. “That is quite enough. There is no need for hostilities at this time. The tasks I would like for you to carry out are three rather simple things, in exchange, you will get back all of your children. Do you agree to these terms, Great 'Mother' of the Viandi?” Liena simply nods and watches him closely as he continues. “Good. First, there have been creatures that have been feeding on my subjects lately and they have become difficult to track down and deal with. What I ask of you is to hunt these creatures down and kill them all.” Liena looks at him with an amused look on her face. “And just how many creatures are we talking about?” “Ten thousand.” Nik and Ariadne stare at Theo in disbelief as they quietly listen. Liena simply chuckles as Nik and Ariadne look at her, mouths open. “Just ten thousand? Is that all? Would you mind telling me how there have come to be so many?” Theo closes his eyes for a moment and takes in a breath before he opens them again and looks at her. “Originally, there was only one, it was a test subject that managed to escape from a facility on the other side of the planet. At first, other test subjects that were trained for dealing with it, were sent but it somehow managed to convert them to its side. Once we realized what was going on, we tried sending more powerful soldiers after it and it killed them all by itself and used some sort of power to bring them back.” Liena raises an eyebrow as she listens to the King's words. “How curious for it to have such an ability and such power. Let me guess, it is far too powerful for you yourself to deal with?” The guards go to say something but are silenced by Theo as he looks at Liena hard. “That is incorrect. I have no reason to waste my great expanse of power to deal with them now that you are here.” Liena nods as she thinks over his words and smiles. “These creatures are a threat to not only your subjects but to my daughters as well. Very well. I will deal with these creatures today...in exchange for my daughters that are currently held in this castle of yours.” Captain Nia, who is standing to the side of the room among the other guards, glares at Liena as she takes a step forward angrily. “You dare make light of his majesty's request by trying to force him into a deal!?” Liena lazily looks over at the captain and smirks. “Who says I'm making light of his request? It is reasonable that if I am to take on such an annoying task for him then I should be allowed to have something in return upfront to make it worth my while.” Captain Nia clenches her fists as she glares at Liena more fiercely. “My friends were among the soldiers that that creature killed and made into its slaves! Are you saying that they were so weak in comparison to you?!” Liena looks Nia in the eyes calmly. “That is correct. You and your soldiers are so very weak from the war with my daughters that you weren't much of a match for this creature of yours.” Nia opens her mouth to say something as her fists shake before Olivia clears her throat and looks at her. “Enough, Captain Nia. I understand that you are angry over losing your men but you must calm down. It is not unreasonable for his majesty to do this much for the Great 'Mother's' help.” “Yes your majesty. Pardon the interruption. It won't happen again.” Nia gives a sharp bow and backs away to the wall but continues to glare at Liena. Theo sighs as he continues. “If that is all that will get you to help us then so be it.” He looks at a soldier standing by the large doors behind Liena. “You! Go to the dungeons and have the Viandi brought up!” The soldier salutes and heads down the hallway as Liena turns her head to look after the soldier that is quickly shrinking in the distance. She thinks of sending Nik and Ariadne along with him but changes her mind. Olivia looks to the four Viandi seated on the floor next to her. “Novos.” The chains and collars fall to the ground with a clink as the women all gasp and look at their wrists, ankles and the necks of one another. They quickly get up and run over to Liena as the baskets disappear along with whatever mess was left behind. They all hug Liena and cry as Liena smiles and kisses their foreheads again. She looks up at Theo and smiles. “What is the second task you wish to ask of me, your majesty?” “The second task I ask of you is to deal with the rebels that have been wreaking havoc over the past month.” Liena smirks as she looks him in the eye. “Oh? They must be troublesome. Do you care what method I use to deal with them?” Theo looks at her sternly as he thinks over his words carefully. “I see your intent. I will not allow you to recruit them. If you try to have them join you to try and overthrow me or anything of the sort, I will give the killing order to all the other cities on this planet to kill any and all Viandi on sight.” Liena glares at him but gives a nod. “Very well. And the third?” Theo looks at her suspiciously. 'That was too easy for her to accept. Also it won't tire her out as much as the experiments would. This one should be far more difficult.' He looks her in the eye as he clears his throat. “The third task is to restore the planet that you destroyed a thousand years ago. To restore the planet Earth.” Liena's eyes widen for a moment before she narrows them as she looks him in the eyes. “...The planet that I destroyed? What makes you so sure that I am the one that destroyed your home world?” King Theo sits up straight as he stares back into Liena's eyes. “The reason as to why I call you the Great Destroyer is because of, not just your immense power, which you demonstrated just now, but also I have heard from your 'daughters' that you are able to change from man to woman just like the Great Destroyer could. Not only that but when I first saw you through the images that my men had taken, I just knew you were the Great Destroyer.” Liena narrows her eyes as her ears twitch in annoyance. Then she looks back at the four Viandi women that are standing behind her and notices that they are looking away, shivering in fear. She can see the horrible scars on the women's bodies and her eyes tighten in fury. “Ah, the methods you used to obtain such information is quite clear.....However....” A surge of power emanates around her form as she closes her eyes and she starts to change. Her watermelon sized breasts shrinks into her chest and changes into a strong pair of pecs as her ass shrinks into a firm, muscular ass and a huge package. Her gentle, soft face turns into a rather stern one with a strong jaw and her hair becomes short. The straps that contained her breasts spreads lower down the body in equal sections and clearly shows the hard eight-pack of abs underneath as her arms become big and full of muscle. Scars of various kinds cover his body that shows that he has been in many tough battles. Joth takes in a deep breath and then opens his eyes to reveal the hazel glow that his eyes have taken and what appears to be electricity surges across his body as all eyes stare at him. He glares at Theo, his eyes filled with murderous hate as he grinds his teeth and speaks in a rather gravelly voice. “That is not an excuse to call me this 'Great Destroyer' of yours. How dare you do such horrible things to my beloved daughters!” The guards in the room go to grab their weapons but a powerful force makes them fall to their knees as if a great pressure is holding them down. The room trembles from the sheer power and cracks form in the walls, floor and ceiling. Ariadne and the four Viandi women take a step back as they stare wide eyed at the man before them. Nik fights his way forward through the pressure, using his own power to negate the effects and puts a hand on Joth's shoulder, causing him to look back at him. “Joth! Calm down!” Joth stares at Nik, fury in his eyes as he looks at the young prince. He closes his eyes and the power surrounding him and the room subsides. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly before opening his eyes again to reveal calmness. Joth looks back to the three seated Royals, Olivia and Penny stare at him in fear while Theo seems to have no reaction. Slowly Joth speaks. “My apologies for the outburst. I am very protective of my children.” He closes his eyes again and his form shifts to his female version once again. She opens her eyes as she takes in a breath. “I agree to the third task.” Without another word, she turns and walks out the huge double doors of the throne room. Nik, Ariadne and the other Viandi look after her and then follow after her without looking back. As they reach the entrance to the palace, they walk into a big, ornate welcoming room that has a big chandelier made out of gems and crystals hanging from the ceiling. Twin staircases rise in a big semi-circle, from the center of the room to the top floor. There are lots of paintings of family members of the past and of Nik when he was little hanging on the walls. Coming from the hallway on the opposite side of the room is the guard that was sent and a large number of Viandi of various races following him. When they see Liena, the Viandi's eyes all widen and they start moving a little more quickly, some of them stumbling a little. They all stop before reaching Liena. “Novos.” The chains and collars all clatter to the ground noisily, making some of the guards wince and the various women gasp. Liena simply smiles and raises a hand slightly, before an orange vehicle in the shape of a double decker bus takes form next to her as the guards all stare in disbelief. “Come, my children. Lets return to the ship and I can heal and feed you all.” The women all nod and follow her, some crying tears of joy, as they get aboard the strange vehicle as Liena sits in the drivers seat. They all take turns thanking Liena and kissing her, touching her and asking her if she is really here. “Of course I'm here, my children. I would never allow you to wallow in despair.” They bow their heads and thank her again before they go and sit down in comfy seats that feels like they are being hugged by air. Fruit baskets with some meats appear on the Viandi's laps and they begin to eat hungrily as Liena looks to Nik and Ariadne as they climb aboard. They gasp as a seat the size of a bench rises from the ground next to Liena, who smiles as she looks at the two. After a moment's hesitation, they take their seat and Liena closes the doors to the double decker bus and starts driving easily through the palace doors as the guards duck and stare after the strange vehicle as it flies into the sky. Nik looks to Liena to say something but stops himself as he watches her take her new form again. Her lips turn black and become plump, her breasts and ass expand to full pumpkin size, her skin turns to the orange of a peach's interior and her hair turns back to its dark orange color as her irises become red. Without looking at him, she speaks quietly. “Thank you for stopping me, Nik. If you hadn't.....I don't know what I would've done, but it wouldn't have been pleasant.” Nik watches her hands clench around the steering wheel and he gently places a hand on her shoulder. “You're welcome, Liena. I am....sorry for what my father has done to your children.” “Hmph. Bastard doesn't deserve to have any children....let alone you.” She looks sidelong at Nik, her red eyes meeting his blue ones. “Be sure to not become like him, love.” Nik nods as he looks back. “I promise I won't be like him. No way would I ever become someone so horrible.” Liena smiles at him, before looking forward as they fly out over the city and in among many other flying cars. After a little while, Nik speaks again. “...Are you really planning on fighting ten thousand monsters all by yourself?” Liena remains silent for what feels like hours as the Viandi behind her all watch and listen to the conversation quietly before she speaks. “...That would be best since it will be very dangerous. However, it is also because of that that it would be unwise for me to do so alone.” Nik looks at her, strong determination in his eyes. “Let me fight with you! The people that they have killed are mine and, I don't want you to fight alone!” Liena stares at him in shock as she uses her power to drive the bus without crashing. She stares into his eyes and can see the strong determination in them and can just tell that he won't take no for an answer. She snorts in amusement and looks forward. “Very well, but I will be getting Vanessa to help you since you are not yet ready to fight such creatures.” Nik nods as he accepts her answer and looks forward at the city, thinking of the people below that are suffering from the creatures and his father's rule. 'I refuse to let anyone else suffer for the mistakes of my father!' Liena casts him a sidelong glance and smiles to herself as she thinks. 'You will soon have the power to do just that, my King.'

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 1: Allura

CHAPTER 1 Allura woke up. She had been sleeping the hollow of a big misshapen tree's roots. She crawled out slowly and yawned. She looked around her, it was day, the daylight was sparkling through the layers of branches and leaves of the dense forest canopy. Allura stood, and brushed the dirt off herself. She turned left from the tree and walked a while until she came upon a rushing stream. She drank some of the water, and then washed her face and soaked her hair with it. With her hair dripping wet, she stood and started walking south. She walked all day, rarely stopping until, near sundown, she came to a small house nestled between two large trees, in a clearing. A large sign in front of the house read, “BEWARE MONSTER.” Suddenly out of the foliage, a massive beast crashed through and stopped right in front of Allura. It stood a whole head taller than Allura. It had the basic body structure of a centaur, but with notable differences. It's torso was covered in light brown, shaggy hair that ended where its first front legs were. It's head resembled a dog's, and its arms were massive crustacean claws. It's four legs and lower abdomen were reptilian, they were covered in scales, heavily muscular, and almost resembled lizard's legs. The creature's rear end was topped off with a long reptilian tail, complete with spikes on the end. The beast stood in front of Keira panting happily like a dog who sees his master after a long day. It licked Keira's face several times then waited. “Calm down, Alli's home, I bet you want your reward don't you? Well, just let me freshen up a little.” She went inside, peeled off all of her clothing then went back outside again, naked. Her brown nipples hardened from the coolness of the evening air. The monster came over and enthusiastically started licking her large round breasts. Allura felt the temperature rise just a little. She kneeled and crawled under the monster. There she found it's unsheathed cock. She took, and began stroking it lightly. It hardened a little. She rubbed it over, under and between her breasts. She kissed it lightly, and continued kissing down to the head, until she kissed the little slit at the tip. She tasted salty precum on her lips and deemed the cock ready. She licked the entire thing over, then she pushed it slowly into her mouth and down her throat. She applied a strong suction while sliding the massive cock in and out of her throat. She gave head like she worshiped the monster's tool. Back and forth she went, faster and faster, sucking harder and harder, as if starved for the monster's white cream. She felt him shudder, the sign that he was going to shoot. She pulled out quickly and opened her mouth, she begged silently for it to cum. The monster shivered, then it's cock shot a thick stream of cum into Allura's mouth, but it didn't stop there. It kept spraying it's seed all over Allura's face and breasts. When it stopped Allura licked the head clean, she swallowed the cum and rubbed it into her face and skin like it was lotion. “Good boy,” she whispered. She knew that the monster could hear her, as well as understand her pretty well. She crawled out from underneath the monster and stood in front of it. “Since you've been such a good boy while I've been gone for so long, you can have a special treat today.” She got down on all fours and bared her ass at the monster. He barked excitedly. He climbed on and penetrated her with his long monster cock. He supported himself with his large arms. He slowly began thrusting in and out of her. Allura gasped in pleasure. As she loosened up a little, The beast increased his speed. After a few minutes of pumping, Allura cried out from her first orgasm. The monster went all out, and vigorously jammed his cock in and out of Allura's wet sex. She moved in rhythm with the monster, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Her mouth was open in a small o. She had at least three more explosive orgasms, after that she lost count. The monster only got more excited with each orgasm she had. Finally after what seemed like the hundredth orgasm the monster stopped and sprayed his warm gooey semen deep within Allura. He pulled out finally and stepped back, allowing Allura some room to breathe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Major Steve Jackson stepped through the door carefully, but quickly with his gun drawn. He signaled to his men to fan out behind him. “Search every room!” He shouted over the blaring sirens. His men quickly divided into four groups of three and started searching the rooms thoroughly. Steve went with the first group. They filed into the living room, there was a kid hiding in the closet. Percy arrested, and escorted him outside while Steve, Bill, and Rick moved on. Steve and his team searched the entire building and arrested a total of five kids. Their ages ranged from 13 to 16. They had turned off the sirens and were preparing to take the kids back to the station. “Hey Percy, did you get the owner of the house?” Asked Jackson “Yes Sir, its a women named Keira... that's all the information I got,” replied Percy. “What? No age? No occupation? No-” An earsplitting scream pierced the night. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Steve and Percy both drew their guns, and were joined by Rick as they rushed into the house again. “It was definitely female, I'd say adult,” commented Rick. They quickly searched the entire house and met up in the kitchen. “I got nothing,” said Steve. “Same.” “Yeah, nothing.” Then another scream racketed through the house. “AAAHHHH-AHHH-UHHHH UHH!” “Sounds like she being muffled by someone.” “Let's go.” They ran in the direction of the noise, and came to a closet. Percy opened the door and went through in one fluid motion. Steve followed, with Rick bringing up the rear. They took out flashlights and inspected the room. It was just an ordinary closet except that the coats were in total disarray, scattered on the floor. A life size mirror also lay on the floor, shattered and broken. At the back was an electronic door which would have been concealed perfectly by the mirror. Steve stepped through the glass to the door, the door opened automatically. Steve stepped through, Percy and Rick followed. The room's walls were white and covered with An assortment of paper media. In the far corner there was a CoNIVR pod, with an automated life support system set up right next to it. There was a desk with consoles set up on top. There were two kids on the floor, not moving. Their clothes were torn and their faces were pale. Percy and Rick both checked a kid over. “What happened?” asked Steve. “Shit, this kid almost doesn't have a pulse, he can't get enough oxygen.” exclaimed Percy. “This kid's gone,” replied Rick. “Damn, what happened here?” Steve muttered to himself. “Sir, we have to get this kid to a hospital.” “Yeah, bring them both.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Allura had been riding on her monster's back all day. After a day of traveling they had made it to the edge of the forest. Allura got down from the monster's back and found a suitable tree to sleep in for the night. The monster went off to hunt for food. Allura took off her clothes and climbed the tree and crawled into a small alcove like clearing among the thick branches. The branches in the clearing all had big, bright green flower buds on them, whereas the rest of the tree was quite bare and dry. Allura could see, from the tree, the golden brown desert that stretched endlessly beyond the forest. She fell asleep wondering if she could actually survive the desert. In the middle of the night she was awakened by a touch. She opened her eyes groggily and looked around. There was a bright green vine wrapped around her right breast. She shrugged and lay back down. Something soft and moist started poking her stomach, and another something slithered over her cheek. Startled she opened her eyes and looked again. There were bright green vines everywhere, upon Allura sitting up, they moved faster. Dozens of vines of all sizes curled over her body and caressed her, as if trying to reassure her that there was no danger. Allura knew what was happening, she submitted herself to it. The vines lifted her about three feet into the air. Vines wrapped around her thighs, pulled them up to her stomach and spread them. Vines held her arms down behind her back and arched her back in the process. Vines ensnared her large breasts in round curls. The buds opened and were placed onto her erect nipples. Allura felt something squeeze her nipples tightly, and she felt liquid start dribbling out of her nipples. Allura moaned with pleasure. She adored getting milked. Small, light vines tickled and rubbed Allura wherever she was sensitive. A large vine with the familiar bright green bud on the tip, rose up, and forced its way into Allura's mouth. She opened her mouth wide, and then sucked at it hard. The vines, as if sensing her eagerness, sped themselves up. The vine in her mouth was slid in and out with speedy thrusts. Allura felt it bulge, and a thick, syrupy liquid rushed into her mouth. It was sweet! It was sweet as nectar. The moment Allura tasted the plant's goo, it launched another thick vine into her pussy. It started slithering in and out in a steady rhythm. The plant nectar had something in it, a chemical of some sort, that was sending Allura into euphoria. Not only was the plant giving her intense pleasure with its vines but the delicious nectar it produced had strong drug-like qualities to it. Allura was in such a high state of ecstasy, she wouldn't have been able to move, even if she wanted to. Another vine, even thicker than the one in her pussy, shoved its way up Allura's ass pussy. Allura gasped. She moaned, and the plant, as if knowing her needs, intensified it's attentions. The vines were thrust faster, and harder into her two pussies. Her breasts were squeezed, and milker harder. The thin tendrils found out her ticklish spots, and fluttered about. The more pleasure she felt, the harder she sucked on the vine in her mouth, the more nectar it produced, the more drunken in ecstasy Allura became. It was a never ending cycle. Allura reached a level of pleasure so extreme that she was experiencing at least five orgasms per minute. Her body couldn't take anymore and collapsed under the sensory overload. The last thought she had before she passed out was, “Nooooo, It's not enough. I want more!” It was never enough for Allura. When she woke up she was still in the same place, the cradle of bud covered branches up in an old tree. The buds were all closed and not a single thing stirred. Allura might have dismissed it all for a dream if she wasn't covered in dried yellow plant nectar. She moved a hand down to stroke her breasts, and stopped. Her round globes were not there, her chest was almost flat! The tree had sucked her completely dry! This had never happened to Allura before. She knew that they would grow back very fast, but already she missed their weight. She climbed down from the tree and went to search for water. She didn't find any. She reasoned that the desert was probably too close for a stream to live. She went back to the tree that she spent the night in. She touched the trunk and said, “Establish portal.” At her words, a green circle with an 'X' inside appeared on the tree's trunk. The green symbol burned into the tree and then faded away, leaving an imprint branded on the tree. She kissed the tree, and started digging at its base. After a minute she found what she had buried the day before, a whistle. She brushed some dirt off the instrument and then blew into it. Almost immediately, Allura heard a loud howl, that she knew belonged to her monster. After a minute he came crashing through the forest to meet Allura. She dressed, and got onto the monster's back. Together they started the journey into the desert.

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Chapter 3 - Laying with the Lord of Lies

Kat stepped out of the hot shower feeling refreshed, and still inexplicably horny. Despite the growing lake of her juices forming around the base of her computer chair, she hadn't curbed her lust in the slightest. Sighing, she headed downstairs, silently grateful for the fact that she didn't have a roommate and started rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat. Everything she picked up made a brief detour in the "can I fuck this'" section of her brain before landing at the "can I eat this'" section. Sighing, she settled on an orange, peeled it and headed back to her computer. Tiptoeing around the pool of girl-cum she sat down and picked up the loot still sitting on the screen, all of it somehow being an upgrade and unsurprisingly covering less of her character's body than the previous outfit. "Whatever, on to the next quest I guess," she took a bite out of one of the orange slices, letting it dribble down her chin without a care in the world. ***** Aylla stepped across another snake-man's corpse, plucking a dagger from it's chest as she did. Her absurdly long stiletto heels clicking on the stone bridge, she made her way to the Emperor's forum. Leah blasted the door with a burst of magic and collapsed, leaving Aylla to face Belial alone once again. Taking a few brief moments to check and double check her ammo supply, Aylla steeled herself for the coming encounter. She had to admit to herself, perhaps a little grudgingly, that even though she hadn't necessarily won her last two boss fights they certainly hadn't been unpleasant. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled her most recent run-in with Maghda. Snapping back to reality, Aylla cast her red eyes about the room. There were a few snake guards but no sign of– "Welcome Aylla, Maghda has told me all about you." Belial's deep voice crashed through forum and sent the Demon Hunter to her knees panting. She drew in a few deep breaths to steady herself, and in an explosion of action sprung to her feet. She fired off bolt after bolt of demon-purging hatred, shredding the snake guards in moments and forcing the Lord of Lies to face her himself. There was nowhere to hide in the small semi-circular space so she contented herself with waiting until the absolute last possible moment to duck under Belial's sweeping arms to dash away and continue her never-ending stream of fire. For a moment she allowed herself a brief smile, thinking to herself that this time there would be no abuse of her body. This time, she would take down the bastard with her dignity in tact… ***** Kat could feel her reactions slowing down, a look of confusion spreading across her face. This was usually when the flicker happened… where was it' She was surprised at her own reluctance to finish the fight without the now seemingly routine sex fantasies. She bit her lip, felt the sweat beading on her porcelain skin, then brushed a stray lock of her red hair out of her face. Her green eyes focused back on the action and she prepared for phase 3. So intent on noticing the flicker of the screen she never realized that the colors around the edge were starting to shift ever so slightly and her tight little pussy had already begun responding accordingly. ***** With a scream of primal rage, Belial teleported to Aylla. Exhausted, she couldn't muster up enough discipline to cloak herself in shadows once more. Couldn't manage to duck under the swing of his fist. Couldn't manage to pick herself up off the floor before he set upon her again. Couldn't manage to stop a swarm of magical insects from stripping her body of its armor in seconds. She looked up at the Lord of Lies, her glowing red eyes having dimmed to a soft smolder. "Fuck me." "Is that an invitation?" Belial rumbled with a sneer. For several moments Aylla wasn't even sure herself whether she was asking for a literal fucking, or just crying out against her futile situation. Belial however didn't wait to hear her reply. He leaned in close and let his tongue slide down her neck, wrapping itself around one pert breast and flicking the tip of her nipples repeatedly. Aylla flinched with every maddening flick, her body betraying her once again with its growing arousal. Her chest was growing tight, nipples hardening into points and a slow trickle of her juices dribbling from her swollen lips down her ass to pool under her. At last she couldn't hold it in any longer and a low moan escaped from her rebellious mouth. Taking it as permission to continue, Belial lowered his arm and spread her legs wide, her quivering muscles offering no meaningful resistance. She lifted her head to stare down her sweating body at the lewd display. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she growled up at the demon, a haze of lust gripping her mind. Belial stared down into her eyes, pulled his tongue from its ministrations on her nipple and breathed out a noxious gas directly into her own open mouth. She coughed and spluttered but couldn't keep from inhaling several lungfuls of the magic. Aylla felt the spell take effect almost immediately, a tingling growing at the base of her skull and wrapping itself around her brain, exerting the barest amount of pressure. Her thoughts became fuzzy and her legs spread of their own accord, her tongue lolling out and her eyes unfocusing. ***** Kat had now managed to stuff her entire fist inside her cunt, flexing her fingers over and over and spurting girl-cum around her hand with each spasm. Despite being in the never-ending throes of an orgasm her eyes were glued to the screen, had she been capable of coherent thought she would have felt the very same insistent pressure warping her thoughts, the very same tingling at the base of her skull. Instead she just thrust her fist deeper inside her, arching her back and breaking eye contact with the screen for a split second. That split second was all she needed to free herself momentarily from the mesmerizing shifting colors on her monitor, all she needed to regain some semblance of control. Her pussy walls flexed powerfully around her hand one more time and she came crashing back into her body. "Holy fucking hell what the flying fuck is shit fuck fuck FUCK." Gathering her senses, she withdrew her sopping hand from its warm home and stared at it, dumbfounded. "There's just no way…" After a few more moments of disbelief, she could feel the beginnings of an infectious grin perk up the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward, took a long slow lick, and then reached down to continue fisting herself at the incredible scene still going on in her game. Her shimmering green eyes returned to the screen and then she was under its spell again. The tingling at the base of her skull now spreading throughout her body, warping it in some imperceptible way. ***** Aylla had never felt anything like the pleasure that was coursing through her body now. She was still craning her neck to stare at the Lord of Lies working his magic between her legs. Disbelief didn't even cover what was going through the stunning Demon Hunter's head right now. What she saw never even really registered with her sense of reality, it just passed through her brain and straight to her sensory perception. Belial's spell seemed to have rearranged the way the Demon Hunter's physiology. She was currently staring at an impossibly large bulge in her belly, watching it recede, and then shuddering in mind-melting (or it would have been if she'd been possessed of her mind) orgasm as one of the lords of Hell thrust his entire arm inside her. Her stomach would stretch obscenely around his fist, rising up almost to her breasts before retreating again with his exit. "Don't… stop… unghhhh, fucking me!" Belial was ecstatic that the Demon Hunter's form had proven resilient enough to bear the brunt of his magic. He was hoping that she might maintain consciousness long enough for him to use her body in his full form. ***** Kat could feel her own body tingling as the Demon Hunter's had, feel her own physiology changing slightly. She wasn't consciously aware of the changes rampaging through her body however as she didn't have a two foot long arm thrashing its way inside her. She did however notice that with each thrust of her own fist, a little more of her arm was being sucked inside her quivering lips. Her thighs, calves, feet and dainty toes were now coated in her own juices with more flowing freely from her sex. Her jaw hung slack, drool forming in the corner of her mouth and every so often falling from her sweet lips to join the puddle of bodily fluids under her ass. She perhaps should have been wondering why the game was still going on without any input from her end, or maybe she should have been wondering how the game was having a physical effect on her body in the first place. Instead the only thing going through her mind was that she needed more of it. She needed to keep cumming, keep playing, and keep losing herself to the bliss of the game. ***** Finally Belial could restrain himself no longer. He pulled his arm from the Demon Hunter's spasming body and stood up, shrouding himself in magic as he started to morph into his larger, true form. Aylla never stopped cumming, her body still imagining the impossible feeling of her insides reshaping themselves around the demon's arm. It struck her briefly that she should probably have felt quite a bit more than a little pain at the intrusion, but she ignored that thought and continued to focus on the pleasure echoing throughout her. Finally the tingling in her nerves stopped and she realized the spell had done its work, whether permanent or not she didn't know. "Fuck I need to get out of here before anything worse happens." Aylla rolled herself over onto her stomach and pushed herself up to her hands and knees, the effects of her lust finally wearing down a bit. Just as she was reaching for her crossbow, she heard a booming laugh behind her. "Oh fuck…" She tried to crawl away from it as fast as she could, slipping in the puddle of cum she'd squirted during her abuse. Belial reached down and lifted the flailing Demon Hunter into the air. As she stared below her at the floor, she saw Belial's lower half come into view. "Oh fuck no! No, no, no, no, NO! That thing is not going inside me!" "Now now Aylla, what do you think I was preparing you for? Did you think my spell was simply for your own benefit? That I just wanted to shove my arm up to your chest without causing you pain? Don't be naïve." Aylla was squirming wildly, frantic in her attempts to get away. Hanging below her at full mast was Belial's enormous cock. It was a writhing mass of… well it looked to be made up primarily of green magic and buzzing black specks. She was thankful at least that they weren't insects. What was truly terrifying however was that the damn thing looked like it was at least three feet long. There was no way it could fit inside her petite body. Uncaring, Belial lowered the Demon Hunter onto the tip of his massive member, spreading her legs apart as he did. She felt the tip press insistently against her soaked sex, eagerly awaiting admission. With a slow and terrible pressure, the demon lord began to force his way inside her. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she let out a piercing wail as her cunt finally split wide enough to swallow the head of his cock. "Holy fuuuuuck it's huge!" she panted, nearly spiraling into orgasm just at the initial entry. She kept her head thrown back, trying to avoid looking at the massive organ now forcing its way into her womb. ***** Kat meanwhile couldn't stop staring at her beloved character being turned into a fuck-toy of the Lord of Lies. She knew she should probably feel disgusted at it, that she should probably turn off her computer, maybe call up Blizzard and ask what the fuck was going on. There were a lot of things she should be doing. One of things that was most definitely not on that list, and was probably first and foremost on the list of things she shouldn't be doing, was to be ramming her fist as hard and fast into her cunt as was humanly possible. The other thing that was most assuredly not on that list was to feel a deep-seated envy of her Demon Hunter. There was no way that Kat should be jealous of getting speared on a three foot long, demonic cock. The fact of the matter is, she was. ***** Several minutes had passed since Aylla's womb had swallowed the inhuman cock housed between Belial's legs–several excruciatingly pleasurable minutes of endless orgasm. Her mind was rapidly degenerating into a soft putty where the only discernible thought was for the demon to continue hilting himself in her athletic body, stretching her stomach out to insane proportions somehow painlessly. The buzzing black specks running up and down his cock fluttered against Aylla's insides, lighting up centers of pleasure that she hadn't known existed, that probably shouldn't have existed at all. Belial continued to slam himself into Aylla's willing pussy, distending her stomach out past her breasts until his flesh-wrapped cock filled her entire field of vision. Aylla just watched, mesmerized by the sensations inside her and the appearing/disappearing act that was going on before her eyes. Her voice had gone hoarse from her screaming passion and her jaw was slack. Even her arms and legs were limp in the demon's grasp as he used them to pull her body up and down his member. Finally she felt a twitch inside her. Then another. Belial was about to cum. Finding the strength to scream out one more time, Aylla let loose an ear-splitting shriek as she felt her insides roil with the influx of torrent after torrent of demonic cum, triggering another climax. It began pouring out of her used cunt in gallons, squeezing around the tight seal she had on Belial's cock. More and more however remained trapped in her belly, inflating it slowly at first and then faster until finally she flew off the enormous dick. She landed unceremoniously in a pool of warm cum, her mouth open to let it flow in. After a couple of half-hearted swallows she smiled blissfully and began to lose consciousness, her distended stomach somehow oozing Belial's spunk out of her belly-button. Just another one of the spells changes to her body she guessed before blacking out. ***** Kat was now sliding the better part of her forearm into herself over and over again. She wasn't even sure how she was flexible enough to pull the feat off, but she did. With her free hand she pinched her clit roughly, watching as her Demon Hunter's body ballooned impossibly with Belial's seed. Kat joined Aylla with a glass-shattering shriek of her own as she came, her pussy trying to milk her arm for cum of her own. Breathless and slightly disappointed that she wouldn't get to feel what it was like to be pumped full of demonic cum, Kat passed out herself, her arm sliding out of her pussy. Amazingly, her lips closed on themselves in seconds, leaving no trace that she had just had most of her arm splitting them wide. Slumping in her cum-soaked chair, Kat's mind turned back to the events of the past night and replayed them over and over in her dreams. Replaying every last second and image, including the wildly distorted colors that danced around the edges of her vision.

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Chapter 0 - Dark To Light

Short. Spent a week recovering my jab and feel like I forgot 90% of my English lessons I've learned in the past 3 months. Send halp. The loud clang of metal crashing down on the marbled floor reverberated through the air as a heavy, scarlet greatsword was deflected and knocked out of the hands of the woman wielding it. The sudden loss of her weapon staggered Yesui for a fraction of a second, but that was more than enough for the sin eater that stood before her to capitalize on. A singular swipe from the sin eater’s stark, white claws saw the already battered and bruised armour completely crumble, scraps of metal shattering and scattering across the marbled floor. The force of the blow was enough to send the warrior of darkness reeling back, bare from the waist up save for an ivory coloured bra that’d do very little to ward off any further blows. As Yesui struggled to rise to her feet she felt a sharp pain course through body, the damage from the earlier strike having finally done enough to keep the elezen woman down for the time being. As she craned her neck up to look at the advancing woman turned sin eater, Yesui couldn’t help but curse herself for foolishly coming alone to fight it. With a loud yowl of pain she’d rise to her feet one last time and cock back a fist to at least try and stun the creature as it neared her.  Alas, in her current physical condition, the blow that connected to the toned abs of the creature was nothing more than a glancing blow. In return for the punch the sin eater easily swatted Norvrandt’s saviour and hero to the floor. A panting and heaving Yesui could do naught else but stare at the blank, emotionless face of the sin eater now looming over her. The creature’s face and complexion looked pristine, almost doll-like, strands of golden hair shimmered under the brilliant light of the sky. For the briefest of moments Yesui almost admired the monster’s figure, from the pale skin adorned with the occasional streaks of gold, to the gleaming circlets that were present on either hand and leg. Compared to the monstrous form of most sin eaters, Yesui couldn’t help but find it curious that some retained such strange forms.  Her wandering state of mind didn’t last long as almost immediately she took notice of something that she was sure didn’t exist mere minutes ago during their battle. A lengthy, thick shaft was now erect, beads of thin, white fluid was already oozing from the tip and down onto the floor next to where her head was. The sudden display of perversion from the sin eater had stunned Yesui into silence, at least until she took notice that the woman was now beginning to kneel down, straddling over her head with a hand on her cock.  Even if the creature couldn’t speak, the intention was clear: that thing was going to use her mouth as a means for relief. As Yesui reached a fist up to attempt another swing, she’d be met with a harsh slap across the face that’d send her vision reeling and head aching. It wasn’t until she felt something warm and wet splatter across her cheek did she come to her senses long enough to see the turgid head of the woman’s cock now mere ilms from her lips. As opened her mouth to utter a series of swear words, she’d feel the warm, aching length jam down past her lips and down into her mouth. The crown of her cock quickly pressing back up against Yesui’s throat as she began to cough and gag around it, hands feebly tapping at the creature’s thigh in a vain attempt to push the sin eater off her.  Try as she might, in her battered and bruised state the great warrior of darkness was helpless to free herself from the situation at hand. Even the frantic kicking of her legs did little to help, as the only effect it seemed to have was to deprive herself of the oxygen in her lungs all that much faster. Ilm by agonizing ilm did the feminine sin eater begin to lower herself down against Yesui’s face, determined to bottom out. And bottom out she did, between the harsh, wet gagging sounds Norvrandt’s hero made and the slick noise of the sin eater’s dick slipping in and out from her Yesui’s mouth and throat, even from a distance one would easily be able to discern just what might be transpiring.   The gentle plapping of balls against a chin echoed through the air as the futile fight Yesui had been giving had finally given way, the lack of oxygen proving her downfall. As what once began in a gentle rhythmic motion had now escalated into a full blown bout of balls deep face fucking, the shlick sounds of dick sliding in and out of a throat joined the chorus of wet, gags and retches. All the while it took every onze of strength Yesui had to not asphyxiate around the invading member, the occasional breath of air she’d receive upon every pull back was enough to allow her to remain barely cognizant of what was happening. After a few minutes of chin battering and face bruising face fucking did Yesui begin to feel a familiar sensation. The occasional twitch of the cock in her throat signified that the sin eater was nearing the end of her fun. As the creature shunted her hips forward down against the trapped Yesui, she could feel the sudden clench of the large, heavy orbs that now rested against her chin. The first wave of nut began pumping directly down into her stomach, the thin, warm fluid was strangely devoid of taste as even despite the fact that nearly the entirety of the sin eater’s cock was lodged down her throat, she had still managed to receive some of it in her mouth. As the seconds ticked by the sin eater’s orgasm seemed to show no signs of stopping or slowing down. A wave of panic had now started to rise anew as she worried whether she might actually pass out. Were it not for the eventual feeling of the sin eater beginning to pull out, she might have begun to fight back once more, as little as that would have done. A gentle pop could be heard as the slick head was now pulled free, the momentary freedom allowed Yesui to turn on her side to cough and spit out portions of the load that had been blasted into her stomach, throat and mouth. It was only when she placed her hand out in front of her did she notice a slight change in her physique. Where once was a perfectly normal, darkened hand was now completely marble white. The shade of it was almost a mirror image of the floor beneath her. As a coughing fit rocked her body she now felt a strange feeling washing over her body, a sensation of warmth emanated from her stomach, as if something was gradually changing her physique. Splotches of milky white fluid was flung onto the floor as what Yesui had originally thought was nothing more than the cum was in all likelihood another form of corrupted aether that was used to turn others into sin eaters. Were she not amidst her current situation she might almost have scooped it up to study it further. A feeling of panic now started to form as Yesui realised just what was happening; the female sin eater was turning her into one of their own. Yesui’s moment of brief freedom was interrupted as she felt two large hands wrap around her midsection, hoisting her up with ease. It wasn’t until she looked down did she notice just what the monster had in store for her. The still turgid cock twitched in the air, ready and eager to plunge inside and violate her fully. To turn the once proud and brave warrior of darkness into another of their ranks. The frantic kicking and hollering began anew as with a simple swipe of the razor-like claws did the lower half of her armour fall away into nothing save for a pair of black panties that would soon be stained white.  Through all the desperate kicks, expletives and occasional swings, not a single attempt bore any fruit. As Yesui turned her head to stare at the still emotionless face of the sin eater, she felt a warm pang in her chest. For a mere moment she felt safe, content. As if there was something inside her that resonated with the one who was about to violate her. A quick shake of her head was enough to clear such ridiculous notions from her head, at least before she felt the crown of the sin eater’s cock begin to push up against the fabric that shielded her pussy.  With one single, merciless upward thrust did the sin eater tear through the flimsy fabric and straight up inside the woman she now had wrapped in a single arm. A guttural groan of what almost sounded like pleasure emanated from Yesui’s mouth, a flash of pleasure rocked her body as even despite the horrific circumstances, something within her felt that it was right. The normally gradual aetheric corruption had instead begun in earnest, perhaps in part due to the fact that she was now having the sin eater’s seed inside the slick, wet walls. The girthy cock stretched and rubbed along the sensitive nerves in just the right way that for the fraction of a second, she almost liked it. Were it not for Yesui looking down at her own body, she might have very well helped the creature to accomplish what she wanted. Instead, to her horror, she saw the telltale sign of corruption rapidly spreading along her lower extremities. The previously pristine, tanned skin was now marble white, the corruption beginning to take hold in a matter of minutes; her entire lower half was stained white, not unlike the one who was currently pounding away inside her.  Try as she might, be it kicks or screams, the protesting voice from Yesui gradually faded. The vision in her eyes had now started to fade over, turning the world white as she felt the familiar feeling of warmth inside her body take over. A feeling of belonging. As the rhythmic pace of thrusts from the sin eater reached a crescendo, the large wave of corrupted aether began to flood Yesui’s womb, ensuring that she would be fully turned into yet another of their numbers. The final few pumps of corrupted aether now saw the transformation complete as Yesui now sat peacefully atop her cock, face as emotionless as the one who had turned her. A steady flow of bleached fluid now trickled down onto the floor as the once dauntless champion of Norvrandt was nothing more than a sin eater, ready to turn both allies and enemies alike into what she had become.  The first victims of conversion would be the people rushing up the stairs on the opposite end of the arena, her former comrades and scions would be the first to be forgiven. From that day forth all of the inhabitants of Norvrandt would come to  fear their previously hailed champion. Where once stood the Warrior of Darkness, now stood a new sin eater. One by the name of Forgiven Ardor

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Chapter 0 - A Tirade Too Far

“Cheers!”  Cried out the handful of patrons that were seated at the bar. While the tavern at Stilltide was small, the alcohol and company were no less pleasant than any other. “Can you believe what she said to me? To me?!” The normally soft-spoken Rena was already deep in the cups as she continued her usual evening tirade on a subject that all the fellow patrons were used to by now. “I slay sin eaters for breakfast, and she has the nerve to treat me like a child! Have I ever told you that she threatened to put me over her knee if I didn’t return to my room? And all because I’m more physically inclined than magical. I don’t need to be smart to hit people with my sword!”  While most denizens of the first had the impression that the fabled warrior of darkness was a stalwart and reclusive woman, only the residents of Stillwater knew the truth. That the normally composed Rena was a foul-mouthed drunkard who regularly visited the fishing village to rant about whatever problem of the day had arisen. Albeit, every problem in recent weeks seemed to focus on one person in particular. Rare was the night that didn’t end with the tavern being filled with Rena’s incoherent rambling and shouting about her fellow scion, Y’shtola Rhul. “I should have dumped that cup of tea on her head when I had the chance. The hoighty toighty jerk thinks just because I can't understand her fancy aetherology conversation that I'm inept or incompetent!” A long silence hung in the air as Rena raised her mug and proceeded to down the remaining half of ale that was left in her cup before finally slamming it down and ordering for more. “Ohhh if she were here now… I’d give her a piece of my mind!” It was at that moment when an unusual guest walked through the batwing doors. While the other patrons at the bar saw clearly just who it was, it seemed Rena had remained completely oblivious to the surprise visitor. It was then that another woman to the right of Rena spoke up with a wicked grin on her face, “And just what would you say to your friend? Really let it all out!” Without hesitation or reluctance, Rena began on an expletive filled rant that both silenced the room and lasted for far too long than even Theva the bartender was comfortable with. It wasn’t until Rena had finished swearing one last time did a voice ring out from behind her, “Is that truly what you think of me?” A pang of fear crept up through the viera woman’s body, ears twitching slightly as she knew all too well who the voice belonged to. As Rena slowly spun around on the barstool to face Y’shtola, she felt an impending sense of dread from the venom laced in the otherwise innocuous statement. Already Rena’s mind was racing with any and all ways to talk herself out of the grave she had dug for herself. “Y’shtola! It’s uh.. Go-good to see you. I can explain everything if you just hear me out! I swear that it isn’t as bad as it originally sounded.” Stammered Rena, desperate to salvage her friendship with the miqo’te woman in any way she could. However, Rena’s ale addled brain could only think of one bad idea after another. Ranging from simply bolting out the door to drinking herself into a stupor to escape from the situation. After a few seconds of awkward silence Rena simply hung her head and resigned herself to the brutal scolding she was sure to receive.  Much to her surprise, no such thing came. It was only when Rena lifted her head to lock eyes with her fellow scion did she see something that cut her to the very core; a hurt look was now present on Y’shtola’s face as she finally spoke, “What ever do you mean? I understand we all need to let loose our frustrations in one form or another. Truth be told, I’d rather you holler them out than chase after yet another sin eater when you’re supposed to be recovering.” The sudden shift in tone was enough to put Rena on edge as she struggled to comprehend what she was hearing, unsure whether she was truly awake or not. “Regardless, alcoholic binges aren’t exactly what I had in mind when I told you to take some time for yourself. I had assumed you’d find far more meaningful ways to recuperate.” With an exasperated sigh and shake of her head Y’shtola couldn’t help but wonder just why their supposed hero was so fond of alcohol. “You’re an adult who can do as they please. If you find my concern for you so troublesome, I shall refrain from doing such things in the future. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself, after all. My apologies if my looking out for you caused you any undue stress.” The words cut through Rena like a knife as she realised that despite what Y’shtola might have said, it was clear that her unwarranted and mostly untrue rant had hurt her friend. Before she could even manage a real apology Y’shtola had already turned to leave without so much as a goodbye. A long, uncomfortable silence hung in the air before Rena sighed and shook her head in disappointment with herself. As Rena fumbled through her seemingly bottomless bag for the key to her room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of lingering regret over what had been said earlier. She’d make a silent vow to herself to slow down on the alcohol for a time as she finally pulled out the iron key to the room. With a twist of the doorknob she’d enter with a sigh, shoulders slumped down and eyes cast to the floor as she truly felt miserable. “You certainly took your time in returning.” The sudden voice snapped Rena to attention as she saw Y’shtola sitting on the chair near her writing desk, legs crossed and a disappointed look on her face. “Y’shtola! Look, I know I have a lot to apologise for, and you know me, I’m not exactly great with words. Just hear me out before yo-”  “Stop talking.” The cold tone behind those two simple words was enough to immediately silence Rena who had now stopped dead in her tracks half-way through the room. “So you find all my fretting over you to be a bother, is that it? That perhaps I might be overbearing in my concern for a friend and comrade? Too ‘motherly’ as you so lovingly put it earlier.” Rena couldn’t help but wince as her previously mentioned mother comment was thrown back in her face, but remained silent nonetheless. “If that is the case, I shall endeavour to give you more of your freedom without my concern bogging you down.” As Y’shtola uncrossed her legs she’d tap her left black high-heeled cover foot on a spot in front of her, beckoning over the now timid viera. Without a single word of complaint Rena slowly made her way over, stopping a few ilms away from Y’shtola. The staggering height difference that normally intimidated most people mattered very little now. Despite the difference in both strength and stature, Rena couldn’t help but feel powerless in her current predicament, worried whether her earlier outburst in the tavern had deeply affected their friendship. Rena’s face a mixture of emotions as she fought with herself to keep quiet, letting the raging torrent of thoughts settle in her mind as she waited to hear what Y'shtola had to say. “For a short time I debated on cutting personal ties with you. Keeping things strictly professional and nothing more. However, I’d rather not jeopardize the scions due to a few uncouth words that were said during an intoxicated ramble.” A grin had started to form on Rena’s face as she realised she might just be off the hook without so much as a lecture. Let alone the complete ruination of a lengthy friendship. The elation, however, would only last a few moments before Y’shtola continued to speak, “But you aren’t forgiven just yet. For now, take a seat in front of me and tell me your thoughts. I’m keen to hear what you have to say. What you might be able to offer me as compensation for the rather unsavoury picture you appear to have been painting behind my back. I believe I overheard the words witch and bitch a few times, did I not? It's no small wonder that a few people from Stilltide seem to have curious opinions on me.” The request initially caught Rena off guard, as it took Y’shtola clearing her throat to finally get the woman to comply. While the floor wasn’t overly comfortable, the choice between an irate Y’shtola or a sore bottom wasn’t much of a choice at all. With no hesitation Rena proceeded to take a seat directly in front of the chair, doing her best to avert any accidental updress spying that might further agitate Y’shtola. It was only when she felt the weight of both legs resting on either side of her shoulders did it finally click in her mind that maybe there was some ulterior motive to Y’shtola being in her room. Even so, she wasn’t one to shy away from at least trying to mend some of the damage her crass remarks had done. “I know a simple apology won’t smooth things over. I did say a lot of things I didn’t mean. Some parts of it was alcohol infused idiocy, other parts were just the general frustration of not being allowed to adventure as I pleased. You know being tied down and having my freedom stifled is something I hate. Either way, it doesn’t excuse what I said in the slightest. For that, I’m truly and deeply sorry. If there is anything I can do for you, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.” It was those final words that brought a smile to Y’shtola’s face. The promise of anything she wanted was such a tantalising offer that she couldn’t help but let her mind wander for a time. It was only when she felt a hand jostle her left leg did she stop the racing of thoughts in her head. “Are you alright? You looked like you were spacing out for a minute. It is getting kind of late, so it might be time to turn in for the night.” As Rena attempted to rise to her feet she was met with a disapproving click of the tongue as Y’shtola pressed down against the viera to keep her in place. “You did say whatever it is I desire, did you not? It just so happens I may have something you can placate me with for tonight. That’s assuming your previous statement is actually true.” A low hiss escaped Rena’s mouth as the slight pain from the increased weight stopped her mid-way up. It was only when she nearly fell face forward against the miqo’te woman’s lap did she finally notice something she’d never seen before. Whether it was simply due to having never paid a great deal of attention, or because Y’shtola was hiding it from everyone else, she couldn’t really say.  The telltale signs of  something tenting up the dress could be seen even in the dim light of the room. Rather than cast any attention to what it might be, Rena instead let out a sigh and turned her gaze up at the woman who was keeping her in place. “Very well. What is it you want? Some tea? I can put a pot on so that we can enjoy some before we both head off to sleep.” In lieu of a worded response, Y’shtola proceeded to reach her left hand down to the scarlet haired woman. The slender digits gently brushed through the well-maintained locks of hair before finally seizing a handful of the precious strands in her hand to pull the woman forward against her lap. Were it not for the quick thinking on Rena’s part, she might have very well ended up face planting against whatever was now pitching up the black dress. Both of her hands quickly reaching out to the chair, palms pressing firmly against the oak edge of it and halting her descent ever so slightly as she now stared up in disbelief at her friend. “W-what exactly is it you want?!” A disappointed sigh slipped forth from Y’shtola’s mouth as she shook her head, muttering something under her breath. The remaining free hand wasted little time in now hiking up the hem of her near skin-tight dress to finally reveal what Rena had been previously oblivious to. Even in what dim light there was in the room it was plain to see that what Y’shtola had between her legs was anything but normal. In lieu of a glistening pair of lips that most might have been expecting to find was an impressively lengthy cock. The sheer size of it had to have been close to an entire fulm in length. Which was to say nothing about the girth of it, as Rena was almost certain that it’d barely fit within the grip of one of her hands. Just below the turgid, twitching shaft was something equally impressive. A heavy, clean shaven pouch the size of oranges was resting comfortably below on the oak chair. The sight was something to behold, to say the least. If Rena had even the slightest bit of sexual experience she might have been stunned to see something so large and abnormal, especially on someone of such height. However, due to her relative inexperience in such matters, she wasn’t exactly certain whether or not this was something to be impressed by. Rather than ponder on this thought, she’d begin to use the palm of her hands to push herself back up into a more comfortable sitting position. A look of shock and wonder on her face as she wasn’t fully certain just how something like that could be hidden so expertly beneath such a tight, form fitting dress.  “I can only imagine the look you must be wearing right now. Bewildered and worried? Or perhaps a look of lust? Sometimes being blind can truly rob you of such precious little moments. Nevertheless, you did say I could have whatever it is I desired. I’m sure it should come as no surprise as to what it is I want now…”  A moment of silence descended upon the room before Rena finally spoke up, “I - I thought you’d mean something along the lines of food and drink. Surely you can’t be serious?” With the vice-like grip Y’shtola still had on a large lock of hair, Rena couldn’t exactly go very far from the blind sorceress even if she wanted to. It wasn’t until she felt a gentle tug of her hair was she certain that Y’shtola had meant what she said. Despite the gentle nudging of the blind scion, there was one minor detail that was completely unknown to all but Rena herself. She was completely and utterly inept in such things. Having dedicated her life to the pursuit of combat and adventuring, she had spared very little time to exploring the pleasures of the flesh. It wasn’t until Y’shtola gave another harsh tug on the sensitive strands again did she have some sort of inkling that perhaps something might have been amiss with her fellow scion. The small bit of hesitation was enough to tip her off that maybe she had the wrong idea of Rena after all. “Mm… wait a moment. Don’t tell me that the fabled slayer of gods, the bane of the imperials and light warden slaying warrior of darkness is.. Ignorant in the ways of pleasure?” As Y’shtola chucked to herself she couldn’t help but find the fact that someone like Rena had remained chaste all this time. The soft chuckle slowly gave way to a hearty laugh as the absurdity of it had finally set it on her.  The normally sun-kissed cheeks of Rena had started to turn a shade of crimson in embarrassment at the revelation. A frown crossed her face as she resisted the urge to lash out. The fear of hurting the woman whose legs she was currently trapped between was the only thing currently stopping her. It was while Y’shtola was busy giggling to herself did Rena think to mutter something to herself, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you overgrown cat..” While the words were spoken softly, the sensitive hearing that all miqo’te had could easily discern such things. The friendly smile quickly gave way to a menacing glare as the cat remark quickly cut the jovial mood short. “An overgrown cat, am I? If that’s the case, allow me to indulge in what cats are known for. After all, we’re selfish creatures, are we not?” The words were spoken in a low hiss as without any warning Rena soon found herself being forcefully yanked forward without mercy. The nose of the viera woman was now being pressed up tightly against the taut, smooth pouch. With a cruel, harsh grip Y’shtola proceeded to casually drag and control the movement of Rena’s head back and forth, making sure that every part of the woman’s face was acquainted with the ever so slightly sweaty pair of miqo’te balls. As both legs now wrapped tightly around Rena’s head she quickly realised the mistake she’d made in calling the woman an overgrown cat. The normally calm and composed scion was now glaring daggers at the viera who was being held up close and personal against her sack. A sneer sat on her face as she started to speak down to the well and truly trapped Rena, “If I'm nothing more than a cat to you, what does that make you? A harmless little bunny. Do you know what cats are? Predators. As for rabbits? Nothing more than prey…” Dread now began to build as Rena realised that she may have gone too far with her remark. While she knew that Y’shtola would never truly hurt her, it did little to assuage her fears of what she had in store for her should she remain in her current position beneath the woman. However, given the fact that both her nose and part of her lips were now partially obstructed by the leathery pouch, there was little she could actually do to voice her complaint, let alone apologise for the slip of the tongue in calling her a cat. The only noise that could be heard was the muffled sound of Rena mumbling from below. Whether it was the intention of the ball smothered viera or not, the gentle vibrations from the feeble attempts at speech produced a rather pleasurable sensation for Y’shtola. One that was enough to elicit a soft coo of appreciation for the unexpected gift of pleasure.  “What was that? Did you have something to say to me? I couldn’t quite make it out. You’ll have to speak up ever so slightly. It can be oh so difficult to hear you when you’re nearly smothered beneath my balls.” The excitement of the situation had softened Y’shtola’s icy glare to that of one filled with glee. The idle ball smothering lasted for no longer than a minute but by the time Rena was pulled free from the warm, slightly musky pair, she was beet red and sweating heavily.  Every deep, heavy gasp of air that Rena took was filled with the scent of Y’shtola’s sack that was still only a few ilms away from her nose, threatening to once again cut off her speech should she say the wrong thing. “I said I was sorry! You cattish, blind little bi-” Rena didn’t even get the chance to finish hurling the last of her insults before she was once again brought back down into the miqo’te’s crotch.  “You did say I was being overly motherly, isn’t that correct? How about I become something else for you? If not motherly, perhaps mistress. That does have a rather delightful ring to it.. Mistress Y’shtola and her pet rabbit Rena. Does that not sound appealing to you? I know I'd certainly enjoy it.” Whether Rena wanted to or not, the tight grip Y’shtola still had on her hair remained in place and it was a simple matter for her to forcefully nod Rena’s head up and down in faux agreement. “Oh, I’m glad you concur with it. I may not be able to drill lessons on etiquette and aetherology into that thick skull of yours, but I can quite easily teach you how to be a well-behaved pet. It’s time for your first lesson: Controlling your breathing. Given your impressive stamina, I’ve no doubt that you’re more than capable in passing this one.” The entire time Rena had been nose first against the impressively sized sack, she had more than enough time to thoroughly examine the twitching and bouncing cock that was directly above her face. The head of it oozed out beads of precum that were now landing on the previously pristine hair she had so diligently taken care of all her life, matting and sticking strands together as Rena could only look up in no small amount of annoyance. While the viera woman wasn’t exactly certain what Y’shtola had meant, it didn’t take long for her to figure it out when she was pulled up and away from the now positively sweat drenched balls. The mess left behind it being equal parts sweat and spit from Rena’s mouth. Rena was almost certain even if she bathed and washed up now, she'd in all likelihood still reek of Y'shtola's balls for the remainder of the night. The freedom was short lived as it didn’t take long before her head was once more guided up. This time towards the imposing cock that she might very well be choking down soon if she couldn’t manage to squirm her way free.  “We’ve a long night ahead of us. Deep breaths, Rena. There is no failing these lessons..” A worrying sensation had started to form in the pit of Rena’s stomach as she realised just where and how she’d be spending the next eight hours. Rather than protest and put up a futile fight, she’d instead part her lips wide while also letting her tongue loll out against her bottom lip.Thinking to herself that maybe if she could satiate the irritated scion sooner than later, she'd be free all that much quicker. However, despite the somewhat harsh and unusual treatment, Rena couldn’t help but find something… alluring about the way Y’shtola was behaving. From the cold, demeaning manner in which spoke, to the now intoxicating musk that the balls below gave off, everything about the blind scion was now beginning to excite her. Not that she’d ever give the woman the satisfaction of knowing, especially after the fact she had been compared to that of a common house rabbit. With one last long look up, Rena willingly wrapped her lips around the thick crown as she started the first of many lessons for the evening. One that’d see her face painted white and covered in sweat and a stomach full of copious amounts of cum.  Coincidentally, it was the following morning that Rena could now be seen sporting a nondescript black collar around her throat. The single letter Y could be seen embroidered upon the centre of it. A mystery to both the denizens of the first and the source. A hidden message that the great champion of Eorzea and Norvrandt was, behind closed doors, a mewling and obedient toy for a blind miqo’te named Y’shtola. A few days after that night The gentle pitter-patter of rain falling upon the awning of the balcony could only vaguely be made out as the more audible sound of retching and gagging punctuated the air in waves. Seated in a rather cosy and comfortably padded chair sat the scion sorceress Y'shtola who was in the midst of enjoying a warm cup of tea on the chilly Autumn evening. Between her legs sat the fabled Warrior of Darkness, slayer of sin eaters and monsters galore. Or at least she used to be. In recent days she'd been relegated to nothing more than an object of sexual pleasure for the sorceress. Whether it was Rena dutifully clambering to her cock head underneath the table as she studied away in the Cabinet of Curiosity, or pinning the viera woman to the bed and claiming her ass for herself. There were very few places in the Crystarium that Y'shtola had yet to use her beloved hero turned pet. Save for one. The idea had been brewing in her head since that fateful day. The thought of showing all the citizens of the Crystarium just what their legendary hero truly was beneath the stoic mask. After all, they'd be returning to the source any day now, it wouldn't do to let such a rare opportunity slip through her fingers. It was only when she felt a sudden spike of pleasure did she snap from her lust addled thoughts. It appeared that Rena had finally hit her stride as she had once more hilted the entirety of her cock down inside the cock sleeve she called a throat. The mounting ecstasy was nearly enough to drive Y'shtola to the edge. Were it not for the fact that she wanted to prolong the sensation, she might have very well grabbed a hold of the soft, fuzzy ears of the viera woman and face fucked her until she was unconscious on the floor. Instead, Y'shtola saw fit to show some small appreciation in letting Rena do as she pleased. And do as she pleased she did. While Rena was still inept in the art of giving a blowjob, her fervent attempts at bobbing her head up and down didn't go unappreciated. Nor did the meagre attempt at tonguing the pair of balls that occasionally pressed up against her chin. She was desperate to show some form of improvement for which she might get praised for. Even if only a little. The thought of Y'shtola patting her head or rubbing her ears caused the large ears to twitch and wiggle ever so slightly. The sight of such an endearing thing elicited a soft giggle from Y'shtola as she was nearly impressed over the fact that someone could get such excitement and glee from the mere acting of deep throating her. However, it wouldn't be long before the diligent lips of her suck slut had finally done enough to bring even Y'shtola over the edge. Try as she might, the tight, warm embrace of Rena's throat proved far too stimulating to hold back for long. Nor did it help that the viera woman was particularly talented in being able to hold her breath for great periods of time. An endearing trait, Y'shtola thought to herself. One that she was going to have to put to use in more than just oral bouts of delight. It was only when Rena had brought a hand up to her own throat to begin stroking and massaging along the bulge Y'shtola's cock made did Rena hear the low telltale hiss of pleasure as she knew that she was about to receive yet another large load of cum. Perhaps more on instinct than anything else, Rena slid forward and brought up both hands to either side of Y'shtola's waist, pulling the miqo'te woman in all that much closer so as to ensure that not a single glistening part of her cock was free from the embrace of her mouth and throat. She didn't even want to take the chance that even a single drop of the treat was wasted as wave after wave of sticky, thin cream began to pour down Rena's throat and directly into her stomach. So much so that if she wasn't in the midst of struggling for air, she might question just where it all came from given the fact she'd previously dumped another load across her face earlier in the afternoon. Regardless of her pressing need for oxygen, it only took Rena casting her gaze up for a few seconds to see the blissful face of Y'shtola for her to find it all worth it. Oxygen be damned, she was going to ensure that the blind scion was completely satiated in every way she could manage, and while Rena wasn't the most sexually experienced, what she lacked in knowledge she more than made up in with enthusiasm. It wasn't until Rena felt a familiar tugging on her sensitive ears did she deign to begin lifting her head. Little by little she'd carefully let free the cock she'd been just moments ago slavering over. The gradually softening length continued to ooze out globs of cum as the heavy layer of saliva that coated Y'shtola's cock glistened under the soft light of the nearby lamp. A look of contentment was now present on the normally blank-faced sorceress. While she wasn't one to normally show a great deal of emotion, she couldn't help but smile at knowing that Rena's face was, in all likelihood, a mess of cum, spit and sweat. While she couldn't fully confirm it herself, it was what Rena did next that impressed Y'shtola all that much more. While normally Rena was one to prefer to keep her face and hair clean, there was something about the elated look she saw on Y'shtola's face that made her want to please her miqo'te mistress further. With her left hand she'd gently grab a hold of the gradually softening shaft and brought it down across her face with a loud, resounding plap. A spattering of spit flinging off the shaft as without even an onze of shame she'd begin to use both face and hair as a means to wipe away the mess that remained on Y'shtola's cock. In between gentle swipes of the still slick shaft Rena paused to indulge in something she had also grown to love; the heady musk that came from Y'shtola's balls was one she'd found next to impossible to resist. More often than not Rena sat in bed for hours fantasising about the pair of balls she so adored. Imagining that they were pressed squarely underneath her nostrils, drowning her in the scent as she furiously masturbated to the thought of Y'shtola smothering her beneath them. After a few minutes of idle cleaning Rena had finally managed to clean the majority of spit that remained across the now flaccid dick. Rather than let it rest anywhere else, she'd let it sit idly across the centre of her face as she began to speak from beneath it, "Not too terrible, am I? And here you were making fun of me a few days ago for being chaste. I think I'm owed a little apology!" The curious comment earned a small chortle from Y'shtola as she shook her head, "Not quite. You're singularly talented in holding your breath. That isn't a feat worth boasting about. You'll receive recognition when you do something memorable and worth noting." While Y'shtola couldn't help but agree with Rena about her remarkable improvement in sexual matters, she wasn't about to let the woman know that. Lest it go to her head and she ended up trying something reckless next time around. A look of disappointment formed on Rena's face as she started to pout at the lack of compliments or gratitude for all she'd done over the course of this week. "You know, you can stand be a little charitable with me. I do a lot for you! And it isn't like we'll be spending a great deal of time together in the future. Once you and the other scions get back to the source, you'll have your hands full with other matters. I doubt we'll get the chance to do much of anything." On that point, Y'shtola couldn't argue. As soon as they manage to cross back over they'd have their hands full in recovering their strength and catching up on matters that had been put off due to their absence. "I know that all too well. Which is why I've come up with a plan to make the most out of our final day tomorrow. Would you care to hear it? Or perhaps you'd like it to be a surprise?" While Rena loved nothing more than a good surprise, it was the smirk that had appeared on Y'shtola's face that made her think better about not knowing it. "I think I'd like to know just what it is you had in mind. Enlighten me! Maybe I can even help out if it's a surprise party!" The thoughts had already started to pour into her mind as she thought of all the people she could possibly invite. All the alcohol she might imbibe with friends and comrades before she departed from their shard for a time. All those thoughts came to a crashing halt when she heard what Y'shtola had to say next. "You're so fond of taverns and alcohol, aren't you? What better way to say goodbye to your friends than with a small show. Some exhibitionism for them at The Wandering Stairs. We'll let that brave and stoic facade of yours drop and show just how you act behind closed doors. They'll get to see the way you debase yourself beneath me. The adoration you have for huffing and breathing in the scent of my balls. Those quite endearing maneuvers you do with your tongue as you run it up along the underside of my cock. Then, they'll get to see you scarlet-faced and panting as you slobber and drool around my shaft, whoring yourself out and begging for more. I'll touch and violate every ilm of your body, pet. We'll show the people of the first that their esteemed hero was, in actuality, nothing more than a drooling, depraved woman of lust." As Rena listened on carefully, she'd begin to feel a stirring in her breast. A tinge of excitement had started to build as she leaned on every word that was spoken. She couldn't help but feel equal parts excited and worried as for what was to come. As Y'shtola finished speaking she'd reach her right hand down to gingerly brush a thumb across the sensitive tip of Rena's right ear. "For now, you may indulge in that perverse love you have for scents and my sack to your heart's content. Enjoy it while you can." Before Rena could even retort she was already being guided by Y'shtola's left hand, head being gently nudged forward against the impressively large ballsack. Any sort of complaint or remark she might make would have to wait. As much as she'd hate to admit it, there was precious little she wouldn't do to worship such a remarkable set of nuts. So it was that the two women enjoyed the remainder of the night where they were. With Rena lavishing and huffing across Y'shtola's ample balls. The two of them eager for what tomorrow afternoon would bring. This is probably the end of this short story. Might write a third part of it. Not sure! If you have any suggestions for npcs or something of the sort, let me know!

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Chapter 1 - Beginning of the End

********************************************[br] Any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated. If you loved it, liked it, hated it, or want to see something else written about it please feel free to let me know.[br] ********************************************[br] High priestess Taeris blasted another daemon with a gout of crackling blue flame: the essence of Asuryan. Her sea grey eyes cast about the battlefield around her. Chaos spawn ran rampant through the ranks, daemons cackled gleefully as they tore into the ranks of High Elf spearmen, shrugging off attacks that would have slain mortals with ease. Not for the first time that day despair welled up inside of her. The battle had been raging for hours now with no sign of slowing down. The forces of Chaos had swept down on the High Elves like a plague, razing caravans and supply lines without mercy as the High Elf army was en route to the coast. The priestess knew that unless she did something soon, the army would be crushed and all hope of relief for the Empire would be swept away like so much driftwood in a flood.[br] She whirled her ivory staff in a dazzling blur, splitting a daemonette of Slaanesh nearly in half with its arcane force. Breathing a little heavier, she finally caught sight of the Greater Daemon directing the mad ranks of Chaos. She muttered a spell and, in a coruscating blink of light and blue flame, appeared in front of the towering behemoth. Her robe was torn in several places, revealing the tantalizing alabaster skin beneath it. Her skin was unmarred despite the gashes in her robe and a light sheen of sweat coated her body. What was left of the regal robe hung in strips of cloth that left nothing to the imagination: her perfectly rounded breasts, just enough to spill over a handful, her flat stomach, the gentle sway from her waist to her hips and a breathtakingly beautiful ass. As though a miracle sent from Asuryan himself though, none of her most private places were exposed to the hungry gaze of the daemonic army around her.[br] Slightly disoriented, she leaned on her staff for a brief moment while she gained her senses. In front of her the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh loomed. Viscous saliva dripped from its slender, tubular mouth and a tongue the size of a grown elf's arm flicked out to taste the air. Baleful green eyes burned with a malevolent light as it took in the beauty before it. One taloned hand clenched in anticipation, the other firmly clasped around its sword, the runes and the very metal beneath twisting in a mind-reeling orgy of death. Two more arms sprouting from its back ended in long, wickedly curved pincers capable of snapping a tree in half. More glistening and sickeningly thick fluid dripped from the claws leaving a cloying aroma lingering in the air. The flap of cloth dangling from a gold chain around its waist rose slightly as the the Prince of Chaos' general reveled in the thought of ravaging the centuries old elf in front of it. Its hoofed feet pawing the ground for a moment, it charged.[br] Taeris at last got her bearings in time to dive under a sweep of the daemon's clawed arms, the tip of which finally pierced the enchantments around her and broke the skin. A bright red line appeared on her right arm, coated in the liquid that had been oozing from the massive pincers. A wave of heat washed over the High Priestess, flushing her skin a rosy pink. The Prince of Chaos was known for indulging in lewd activities on the battlefield and afterwards. The cut on her arm was a sharp reminder of that.[br] She rose to her feet and with a word of resonating power, a torrent of white hot flame burst from her hand, engulfing the Greater Daemon in the flame of Asuryan. A wild shriek pierced the air and the maddened daemon lunged forward again. Taeris was ready for it this time and met its runeblade with her ivory staff, the feedback was immense as the magics within the two weapons crackled and pulsed, each trying to outdo the other. With a mighty roar and a surge of dark energy the Keeper gave a final push and the ivory staff cracked, then split in two. The stunned priestess gaped for a moment at her ruined weapon before casting it aside and drawing her own runeblade. It was slender and dainty in comparison to the mighty sword the daemon wielded and she prayed to Asuryan for strength.[br] The battlefield around the two generals had fallen into a lull, the awe-inspiring clash in the midst of the battle drawing daemon and elf alike. For a brief moment the area around the two combatants was dead silent, then the Greater Daemon flicked its tongue out again and raised its taloned hand in a peculiar gesture. Shadowy tendrils ripped out of the ground around the priestess and enveloped her lithe body, with a shout of surprise she dropped her sword and the tendrils instantly flicked it away, quivering as they touched the magical weapon. Cursing her stupidity Taeris closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She threw her head back, let out a scream of rage then opened her eyes again. When she opened them, a brilliant and blinding blue light seared out from her, vaporizing the shadows and forcing the Keeper to stagger backwards. While it floundered in the blinding light, she dove for her sword, felt her fingers wrap around the hilt and brought it sweeping around in a dazzling arc, shearing off one of the demon's clawed arms.[br] The Keeper of Secrets shrieked in pain, it had not felt pain like this in millennia. Filled with a primal rage it whirled upon its attacker, raining down a flurry of impossibly fast blows. The priestess fell back under the onslaught, panic filling her mind for a brief moment before she once again felt a gash open up her skin and she looked down to her thigh where its remaining claw had sliced another brilliant red line. This one was longer and slightly deeper than the first and where one had given her only a slight rush, the heady feelings of lust that swept through her left her wobbling on weak knees. Her hazy sea-grey eyes tried to focus on the daemon but could find no purchase. She stumbled to her knees, leaning heavily on the magical sword miraculously still in her grasp. She panted heavily, half from the exertion and half from the arousal running rampant through her perfect body. A massive shadow blotted out the sun and she managed to crane her neck up to look. The Keeper of Secrets towered over her and with another gesture of its taloned hand the last remnants of her arcane robes blew apart in shreds. Pleasure wracked her body and she swam in the tides of it, swamping her thoughts into oblivion.[br] The spell on the surrounding hosts broke at last and the remaining High Elves tried to flee, their general defeated. The men were cut down swiftly and mercilessly, the women… the women were pounced upon by daemons of all shapes and sizes, their armor and clothes ripped apart and thrown to the wind. Thousands of small cuts appeared across the hauntingly beautiful bodies of the elves as they lay in the dust, viscous fluid dripping from slavering jaws and wickedly sharp talons into the wounds, inciting a maddening lust that soon filled the field with moans and cries of pleasure. As the last remnants of sanity fled the warriors on the field and an orgy of epic proportions unravelled around her, Taeris mustered the strength to return to her exhausted body and face the Greater Daemon once more.[br] As she dragged herself to her feet however, she noticed a change in the mighty daemon. The claws were gone, replaced with two perfectly sculpted arms, brazen and beautiful. The sword also was gone and in its place was a writhing whip of abyssal energy, crackling even as she watched it. The face had remained the same, the impossible long tongue flickering out now and again to delight in the scents and aromas filling the air from the rampant sex now taking place between elves and daemons. The most noticeable change however was the distinctly missing flap of cloth in front of the daemon's waist. Where it had hung was now the naked member of the daemon. Massive and slowly rising in arousal it was already 10 inches long and at least 3 inches around–it wasn't even fully erect. She gasped and another wave of lust washed through her, spurred on in part by the orgy around her, in part by the thick venom that was still working its way through her veins and in part by the sight of the massive cock hanging in front of her. The bastion of resolve that had once been so steadfast in her mind was slowly crumbling at the edges, the proud pennants now hanging limp and the ramparts deserted. She tried to lift her sword, but her protesting limbs wouldn't obey her anymore.[br] The Keeper of Secrets had never before understood what it was to serve its lord, the Prince of Chaos, until now. The feeling of euphoria that swept rampant through its body as Slaanesh took its body as an avatar was almost unbearable.[br] High Priestess Taeris had never known defeat, but as her weak mind stumbled along in its thoughts like a babbling brook over too many stones she realized she would not make it through the day alive. An unsteady resolve overtook her and she looked up defiantly at the Greater Daemon's mesmerizing green eyes, not realizing that she was in the presence of the Prince of Chaos himself. As her weary, sea-grey eyes met his malicious lambent green eyes she froze. She noticed now the true change that had overcome the daemon and for the last time that day, despair welled in her stomach like a knot.[br] At last the prey recognizes the predator. A thought invaded her mind. She shook her head and her eyes widened in shock. Yes, I can speak to you here in your own head. Did you truly think your pitiful warding would hold me back' Did you truly think you could contend with a God'[br] Taeris fell back onto her ass and her hands scrabbled in the dirt, trying feebly to drag herself away from the visage before her.[br] Ah ah ah. Not so fast. The avatar of Slaanesh clicked its fingers and the beautiful priestess rose into the air suspended by nothing, arms and legs flailing wildly as a panicked strength took hold.[br] "No, no please…" she mumbled.[br] Please' Please what' You slaughtered countless numbers of my minions, the effort required to send them here is beyond your mortal imagination. The frustration you have caused me is unbelievable but you must realize that not even a masterful sorceress and military genius such as yourself can win every battle, every war'[br] "Forgive me, I beg of you…"[br] No. There is no forgiveness in Chaos. With that, a tear in the fabric of the world opened behind her and she was unceremoniously flung through. The avatar followed at its own pace, enjoying for a moment the screams of pleasure piercing the air as thousands of High Elves suddenly climaxed at once. The presence of a God on the battlefield could not go long unnoticed. He had already noticed the changes overcoming some of them: the fear in their eyes replaced with lust, and now with a crazed glint their sanity fled them in their most dire moments, all thought of hope disappearing under the unending haze of bliss. A murmur rippled through the air as the army gave into the Prince's will and the murmur grew, exploding at last into a single word: "Slaanesh!"[br] The avatar grinned and stepped through the portal to its prize.[br] [br] Taeris cast about helplessly for a way out, there was nothing. No light, no sound, no hope. Gathering the last shreds of her dignity she stood up and lifted her chin haughtily at the approaching God. Despite having left the mortal plane it retained its massive, eerily beautiful body: four arms, a long slender mouth, a massive and very much erect cock and a twitching serpentine tail. Taeris' chin dropped a fraction of an inch as the sheer presence of the being before her nearly overwhelmed her again. She began to pray to Asuryan for deliverance.[br] Hah, you think your feeble God can save you here' From me' Even on your world Asuryan is at best a close second to my power, here in my domain he is nothing. My brothers would relish the thought of tasting your "God".[br] Taeris shivered at the thought and ceased her prayers.[br] "Do what you will to me, I will never succumb to your ways. My body is my temple, pure and strong."[br] So pure' So strong' The thick tail tilted her chin to meet his eyes and she was lost, swimming in its depths. Where once there had been an eerie green glow now there was a mystical and bottomless pit of the purest black. I am left doubting.[br] "Y-your kind has no place on my w-world," she managed to stutter.[br] My kind' My dear, I am no daemon. I am a GOD! The being roared in her mind, I go where I wish, mortal. It spat the last word with disgust and its tail left her chin, apparently being the last thing supporting the battered elf. She fell to her hands and knees panting heavily, thankful that eye contact with the creature had at last been broken. The realization that she was still naked hit her, and despite her disgust she could muster no strength to cover herself.[br] Modesty, pathetic. Taeris grimaced at the God's words and clenched her hands into fists. Suddenly and without warning she flew upright, arms and legs spread-eagle around her. She gasped and more of the thick venom dripped from the avatar's arm-like tongue to land across her pert breasts, her soft nipples instantly hardening.[br] "Unggh…" she moaned. "P-please," she said again, her thoughts stumbling like a newborn calf.[br] Please' What is it you wish' The God grinned wickedly at her predicament. Taeris at last got a grip on her senses and her resolve strengthened.[br] "I will never beg you, filth." She spat as she said the words. The avatar's eyes narrowed and its tongue whipped out across her cheek, leaving a trail of yet more venom on her face. She shuddered at the direct contact and felt her slit growing wet despite her wishes. Horrified at the betrayal of her body, her temple, she opened her mouth in a scream that was instantly cut off as the God's tongue slipped inside. Her muffled cries of half-hearted protest thrummed against the avatar's tongue and it shivered in delight.[br] "Mmnfff…" she moaned, eyes half-lidded in unabated pleasure as she swallowed the viscous venom by the mouthful.[br] This can't be happening, she thought, I can't be enjoying this. But her body told her otherwise. What had at first been a slight wetting of her cunt was now a veritable flood of sweet, sticky fluid gushing down her thighs. The avatar's tongue writhed around inside her mouth, coating her throat with more lust-inducing ichor. Her thoughts of resistance began to melt away under the merciless assault. At last the tongue was pulled from her mouth and she sighed in relief. Her eyes were now closed, and thus she was unprepared for the sudden reappearance of the tongue, now on her breasts. Her nipples, already stiff from the venom, puckered slightly and extended even further.[br] "Oh goddddd." But the tongue continued downwards to her cunt, dripping its poison onto her swollen cilt. Her eyes shot open and starbursts flared in her mind, cracking more of her mental bastion in resounding crashes. Mortar dust drifted down from the walls. Her first orgasm crashed down around her, shattering the foundations of reality. "What do you waaaaaaaant," she wailed as the tongue slid into her depths, caressing the hot folds of her cunt.[br] I should have thought that would be obvious by now, I want you to submit. You WILL be mine by the end of this.[br] Taeris could barely find it in herself to deny the claims.[br] "No… no you are everything I – OH FUCK YES!" the priestess screamed as her once pure temple was violated. She panted wildly as she came again… and again… and again. Her body thrashed against the tongue writhing inside her, the arm-like appendage moving like a living thing inside of her, filling her to the brink and then some. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that this was what she was giving up when she donned the robes of the order of Asuryan, devoting her body and soul to her God. She could barely think rational thoughts, let alone dream up any resistance to the Prince of Chaos' ministrations. "M-m-more… please…" her luscious lips finally spit out.[br] I see you are warming up to me. The God cackled in her mind, sending shivers of fear and pleasure down her spine.[br] "I… can't… stop… cumming!" She screamed as another orgasm swept through her body.[br] You can have all this and more… much more… all you have to do is submit.[br] A distant part of her sex-crazed mind raged at the priestess. Something about the purity of her resolve. She ignored it.[br] "Submit' Submit hooooooow'" The last word turned into a howl of pleasure as the thick tongue plunged deeper inside of her, its entire length now ravaging the body of the High Priestess.[br] You will understand… soon.[br] Her mind raced in an effort to stop the unbearable torture of her body. The bastion of hope in her mind crumbled a little further, massive blocks of stone crashing down around her. Finally the once-haughty priestess could take no more.[br] "I submit! I submit! Please tell me what you need!"[br] The God's massive cock twitched in anticipation and it withdrew its tongue from her slippery cunt, her cum flooding out as it departed. Taeris' head lolled on her chest and she drew deep, ragged breaths.[br] "What do you want me to say'" She mumbled, a solitary tear trailing down her flushed cheek.[br] I think you know the answer to that question.[br] "No… no I can't… I can't do it." The god sneered and stepped forward, its cock twitched again and then pores all over it oozed more of the thick venom that had so devastated the priestess. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched, "Please no… don't put that in me. You'll tear me in two!"[br] As if I care.[br] Taeris gasped when she felt the tip of the giant cock press against her cunt, a mini orgasm pummeling her already battered body as the venom mixed with her juices. The last stones holding up her now decrepit mental bastion finally shattered.[br] "Fuck me…" she mumbled.[br] What was that'[br] "Fuck me!" she said, a little louder.[br] I can't hear you.[br] "PLEASE. FUCK. ME." She screamed in between deep breaths.[br] There, that wasn't so hard was it' The God grinned at its final victory. It plunged forward, thrusting nearly half of its now 15-inch cock into the slender frame of the High Priestess.[br] "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She shrieked, a mind-blowing orgasm wracking her body. The sensations of the impossibly huge cock sliding slowly in and out of her dripping cunt were melting her thoughts like butter. Whatever had been holding her up released its hold on her and she crashed onto the massive, daemonic cock. She screamed her lust as another orgasm overtook her before she had come down from the first. Slaanesh let her fall limply to the floor, sliding off his cock for a moment before his body shrank to a more human size. While his frame shrunk however, his cock remained the same staggering size. Taeris quickly flung herself onto her chest, her knees lifting her rounded ass high in the air.[br] "Fuck my ass, please please fuck it! I need to feel that massive cock inside me! Please!" Slaanesh smiled, guiding the tip of his cock to her slightly puckered pink rosebud.[br] "Yes! Fuck me master! Fuck my tight ass, fill me with your daemonic seed!" She could no longer contain herself and thrust back onto his cock, spearing herself on the tip of it. Her hands flashed back to her ass and she pulled hard on her two cheeks, spreading them for her God to admire. He thrust forward and his hips slammed into her ass causing it to jiggle slightly.[br] "Ungggghh yes!" Taeris began to cum, her ass gripping the daemonic cock deep inside her and pulsing with the waves of her orgasm. At the peak of her orgasm she felt something slide under her and brush lightly against her slit. Her orgasm crescendoed again and began to climb higher. She felt the God's serpentine tail slide into her cunt and begin to thrash wildly inside her, the tip of it flicking across every soft spot she had ever known, and some she hadn't. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her orgasm continued its maddening ascent into bliss.[br] "I… love… being… fucked… like… this! Please don't stopfmmmggrrnnn…" she trailed off as the writhing tongue of the Prince of Chaos found her mouth, forcing itself inside her and down her throat, constantly secreting the wondrous venom. [br] With every agonizingly blissful moment that passed Taeris felt the daemon's tongue slide deeper down her throat, igniting every nerve it passed on its way. Through a mind too clouded with lust and pleasure to care she noticed the length of the demonic cock inside her slowly stretch and bulge impossibly against her insides, as if it were straining to meet Slaanesh's tongue. Finally, and for a brief moment, she realized the impossibility of the situation. She realized it just in time for the god's tongue to light a new fire of desire around the soft tissue currently caressing the massive cock inside her. At that point the last semblances of sanity fled the High Priestess and she was flung headlong into endless orgasms.[br] Slaanesh grinned wickedly as he continued to ravage the High Elf prostrate in front of him. Her fingers white with the effort of pulling her ass cheeks apart for his 3-inch thick cock. The demonic glow of energy flooded down his cock into her ass, covering her in madly twisting runes of his pure essence. Finally he came, his hot seed spilling into her and overflowing around his still thrusting cock. A few drops dribbled down to her spent cunt as his tail withdrew. His tongue finally pulled out of her throat and let her utter a few gurgles of bliss before she turned around and lapped up the solitary drop that had landed on the ground beneath them before reaching up feebly, grabbing his massive member and slathering it with her saliva. She frantically tried to slurp up every last drop of his seed, mewling her submission to the God before her all the while. Unnoticed, the the runes on her ass slowly multiplied to cover her body.

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Chapter 6 - Breaking Karlach, Day Five

Still fuming at her pet’s attempted rebellion, Shadowheart clenched her fist, willing long tentacles of inky blackness to coalesce around Karlach’s body, wrapping her tightly and then constricting. She watched with barely simmering rage, the tendrils slithering and coiling, stretching the Tiefling’s body into submission. Two snakes of smoky darkness wrapped around her breasts, trapping the blood, before continuing up to merge with her icy collar. Four more whipped down her legs and arms, twining themselves around her fingers and toes and wrenching her bound limbs behind her body. Her arms held at the small of her back, forearm to forearm, hands pressed against their opposing elbow, her legs folded at the knee and bound thigh to calf. By the time Shadowheart finished, Karlach was wrapped like a fetishized present in an intricate lattice network of rope-thin and pulsating shadow, leaving nothing hidden.   Bound, helpless, and gagged just like the first night, Karlach could do no more than whimper, the impossibly cold collar at her neck draining any heat from her infernal engine before it could be used to fuel her barbarian rage. She watched Shadowheart through shimmering golden eyes, toes curling and fingers twitching, as Shadowheart put the finishing touches on her artwork: a collar not unlike the one around her neck—though much smaller—appeared in the air around the base of Karlach’s cock, now stirring once more with arousal at her plight. Its form wavered for a moment, then clamped down snug on her cock with a sense of finality.   Shadowheart flicked a finger at her trussed up prey and Karlach floated upward until her head was level with Shadowheart’s breasts. She spun slowly in the air, back arched by her bindings, cock forced into erection once more by its collar, stopping with her gaze locked to Shadowheart. An involuntary shudder of fear coursed through Karlach, the dark eyes of her captor having given way once more to her normal viridian green. Her eyes shone like emerald-encased hellfire, glaring down at the traitorous pet.   A long moment of silence passed, then Shadowheart nodded once, seemingly satisfied, and spun on her heel back towards camp.   “Come, Isobel, before we’re missed.”   Isobel, barely conscious, staggered to her feet and trailed after her mistress, Karlach’s silent form bobbing along behind them in the air.   ***   Safely secreted back into the perpetual gloom of her tent, Shadowheart waved a hand over herself and Isobel, a wave of cleansing magic wiping away their exhaustion and cleansing their bodies in a way no amount of time in bathing in a lake would ever manage. Her quiet rage having mostly subsided over the course of the walk back, Shadowheart turned to regard the still bound and floating form of Karlach with disdain. She reached out and tipped the barbarian’s chin upward to capture her gaze.   “I see I’ve been lax in… properly administering your training. We’ll start today.”   The intricate web of shadows wrapping around Karlach’s body pulsed, and she floated higher. Shadowheart trailed her fingers down Karlach’s neck and chest, stopping briefly to pinch one of her nipples before continuing to their goal: her impressive cock.   “This,” Shadowheart squeezed the mostly limp member, stroking it softly as she did, “belongs to me.”   Karlach whimpered around her gag of darkness, her cock still not fully recovered from her milking, overstimulation fraying her nerves.   “It’s time you learned that.”   Shadowheart leaned in and kissed Karlach’s forehead softly, then her cheek, her ear, her neck. Karlach’s eyelids fluttered at the suddenly sweet attention of the domineering Sharran. A moan spilled from her throat and a tiny trickle of drool dripped around the gag from the corner of her mouth. Shadowheart’s smile widened and she pressed her lips to Karlach’s, savoring the heated moan. Lips pressed together, Karlach felt a strange sensation sweep across her body from the point of contact. Her skin flushed in its passing, until the heat centered around her cock, Shadowheart’s delicate ministrations stopping as she palmed the hardening member. Unable to watch, Karlach could only wait in confusion as it suddenly felt like Shadowheart’s hand grew larger and larger, encompassing her entire cock in moments. Her brows creased as finally the sensations stopped… but she couldn’t feel anything down there anymore. Just Shadowheart’s dainty hand pressed against her mound.   Shadowheart released the barbarian from their kiss and pulled away, the familiar shadowy mirror appearing in front of the barbarian as she did. Karlach stared at her reflection in shock: her cock was gone.   “Mmmppphhh!” she tried to scream.   “I told you. It belongs to me now. I’ll give it back to you if you’ve been good.”   Karlach squirmed, trying to break free of her bindings, trying to summon her infernal rage, but the collar kept sapping her heat and the bindings—while flexible—stood firm.   Shadowheart gestured idly as she stepped towards the tent’s entrance, her armor appearing from the shadows and forming itself around her body as she moved. Two thick tentacles of shadow rose from the floor beneath Karlach, one pressing insistently against her cunt and the other teasing her ass.   “Enjoy these while you wait for me tonight.”   The tentacles pushed forward, sliding slowly, torturously, into Karlach’s ass and cunt, spreading them open deliciously. The strange sensations of being fucked with no cock to stimulate left Karlach whining, but Shadowheart had already stepped out into the morning.   ***   The first hour was the worst. The alien sensations kept Karlach just on the edge of release but never quite there. Her brain knew she should have a hard cock raging and twitching but didn’t, Karlach was going crazy trying to hump the air, desperate for even the slightest touch to her phantom-limb cock.   The tentacles plunging into her body alternated, one thrusting in while the other dragged out, achingly slow, never quite enough to bring her to orgasm. Every attempt to push back into them only further frustrated her as they would stop entirely, punishing her for seeking out pleasure on her own.   By the end of the second hour, Karlach was barely able to focus on anything but the slow thrusting of the shadows into her weeping cunt and twitching ass. Her entire body quivered with pent-up release, no stiff member to drip pre-cum to the floor or spew thick ropes of cum.   Three hours in, Karlach was insensate. Her eyes stared forward at the mirror, barely conscious of anything but the unbelievably arousing sight of the bound Tiefling before her. Her brain had almost entirely disassociated herself from her reflection, focusing instead on the slick pumping in her cunt, her juices dribbling to the ground… focusing on her stuffed ass, the pleasant fullness welling up all the way to her chest, swelling and subsiding like waves on the shore. She stared and drooled, body quivering but perpetually left on edge. As soon as she felt an orgasm creeping up the tentacles would stop, waiting for it to subside before picking back up.   After the third hour had passed, time had lost all meaning for her. The hours passed in a lust-filled haze, unfocused eyes fluttering, a veritable waterfall of drool pouring from her mouth to match the one dripping around the shadow slithering in and out of her stretched and swollen pussy. She drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the day, body humming and buzzing with unfulfilled pleasures.   ***   Shadowheart ducked into her tent, pale moonlight silhouetting her against the starry night sky. Karlach’s quaking body hung right where she had been left, eyes staring forward in rapt amazement at her reflection. Sweat-drenched hair plastered to her face, skin flushed and fever-hot despite the cooling effects of the collar around her neck.   “Perfect. Isobel, go fetch a basin of cool water and a waterskin.”   Isobel’s eyes flickered over to her fellow slave and hummed, half in appreciation and half envy.   “Yes mistress.”   Shadowheart stepped across the tent and conjured herself a chair of shadow right next to her prize. She gently tucked a few errant strands of hair behind Karlach’s ear, the extra stimulation eliciting a moan from the barely coherent Tiefling.   “Shhh, my sweet. There there.”   Karlach’s eyes closed, the soft praise soothing the raging inferno of lust inside her, desperate for release. Isobel returned quickly with the waterskin and basin, then stripped naked and knelt by her mistress’s feet, eager and waiting. Shadowheart took the waterskin and willed the gag away, then carefully coaxed a few mouthfuls of water into Karlach’s parched mouth.   “Th-thank you,” Karlach stammered once her overloaded brain could register words again. She continued to stare at the reflection in front of her, barely blinking.   That’s not me… I’m… Karlach… not a helpless slut tied up and needy. That’s… that’s Slave.   Her mind was struggling, trying to find some way to reconcile her sense of self with the image in the mirror. It couldn’t be her. She was a proud, dominant, beautiful woman. She wasn’t a pet to anyone, she made them her pets. She… she continued to stare.   Shadowheart continued to whisper soothing sounds in Karlach’s ear while she drip-fed her water. Nodding her head at Isobel, the naked Selunite picked up a cloth and dampened it in the water basin before beginning to delicately wipe away the half-dried sweat from Karlach’s body.   I’m… Karlach? No… where-where’s my cock? I have a cock… Karlach has a cock.   Faced with the image of a trussed up Tiefling, aching cunt still being slowly fucked by a smoky tentacle, body twitching occasionally, Karlach couldn’t see herself anymore. No evidence remained of her impressive member, the center of her dominant self had been replaced with an uninhibited view of her sopping cunt and swollen clit. She blinked. Swallowed another mouthful of water.   “Have you been a good slave?”   Karlach watched the reflection nod its head. Of course the slave in the mirror had been good! She’d been watching it the whole day. Hadn’t been able to look away!   “Yesss…” her mind didn’t even process the word as her own.   “Good slaves get to cum, do you want to cum?”   “Yessss!” more needy now, breathless in its desperation, Karlach watched Slave reply.   The tentacle plunging into her ass picked up its pace slightly. Isobel continued to wipe her down with gentle caresses. Shadowheart put the waterskin down, leaning in closer and kissing softly at her slave’s neck and ear.   “Who are you?” She whispered.   “Karlach?”   “No.”   A long moment passed. Karlach’s body twitched in tandem with Slave’s.   “S-slave?” Slave breathed, barely audible.   “Good girl.”   Slave moaned, eyes fluttering, the praise washing over her with delicious abandon.   “And who am I?”   Slave knew the answer to this one, it lay deep in her subconscious like a treasure.   “Mistressss…”   “Good girl, cum for me Slave.” Shadowheart husked.   Slave whimpered and came. Her fluids sprayed across Isobel’s naked body, squirting in waves around the tentacle still slowly plumbing her depths. She came, and came, each jet of fluid carrying with it more of the Tiefling Karlach, leaving her body empty for Slave to take over.   Several long minutes passed, the only sound in the room Slave’s haggard breathing. Her head slumped forward, body spasming, Shadowheart held her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she came down. Finally, Karlach lifted her head and stared at her reflection, the merging of Slave and Karlach almost complete.   I’m not that pathetic slave… I can’t be… I’m Karlach, damn it!   But instead of defiance, the reflection stared back at her with lust-filled eyes. She found Shadowheart in the mirror and stared at her doe-eyed.   Shadowheart gave a side-eyed glance at Isobel, with the barest of nods, and the Selunite dropped her damp cloth to lean in and start softly tonguing at Karlach’s weeping sex. Each tantalizing drag of her tongue was met with a fresh gush of girlcum, continuing to wear away at the beleaguered Tiefling’s mind.   Oh… ohhhh godsss.   “What do good little slaves say when they’ve been allowed to cum?”   Slave muttered something just under her breath, each word tumbling from her lips, imperceptible.   “I didn’t hear you, Slave.”   “Th-Thank you M-Mistressss…” Slave mumbled, louder now.   Shadowheart kissed her temple approvingly.   “Very good. Does Slave want a cock?”   Slave nodded her head dumbly, barely aware of her surroundings, her conscious mind floating lazily along, drifting through subspace like a meandering stream. Shadowheart began to unravel her Polymorph spell, allowing the Tiefling’s body to slowly reassert its natural form.   “Whose cock is this?” she whispered sultrily, grasping it with a feather-light touch and starting to stroke.   “M-mine?”   “No, slaves don’t own things.”   Slave tried to think.   “Mistress’s?” Slave whispered.   “No, not yet. Soon. You’re almost there, pet.”   Dumbfounded, Slave stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes unfocused, mouth drooling, cunt still spasming and squirting her occasional orgasm into Isobel’s eager mouth. The cock wasn’t hers, of course not… it had been gone all day. Mistress doesn’t own it… yet. Who…   Oh.   A lazy smile curled across Slave’s lips as the realization hit her:   “Karlach’s…”   “Very good, Slave.”   With the Polymorph spell having finally fizzled into nothing, Karlach’s raging cock sat proudly jutting forward once more, throbbing and swollen, Shadowheart’s perfectly manicured fingers dancing across the head like ballerinas.   Slave understood now: Mistress owned her body, Slave owned Karlach, Karlach owned her cock. She wanted, no needed Mistress to also own her cock. Karlach needed to give it up to her. Her hips bucked with the realization.   “Does Karlach want to cum with her big…”   Shadowheart squeezed the base of Karlach’s cock and watched a drop of pre-cum ooze from the tip.   “Fat…”   Isobel crawled around to the front of her floating sister, dragging her tongue up the length of the impressive pillar of flesh, swallowing its pearly treasure with glee.   “Cock?”   Slave whimpered, nodding her head in a silent plea.   “Go on, Slave. Let Karlach beg for it.”   Slave whined, but ultimately she gave in, letting Karlach take over.   “Please… no more… let me cum!”   Isobel sank half of Karlach’s cock into the silky confines of her throat, swallowing and massaging it with her tongue. Gulping down pre-cum as fast as it dripped from the tip.   “Look at me, pet. You know who I am now, deep down you know. A part of you has accepted the truth. What. Is. My. Name.”   Karlach looked at the mirror, at Slave staring back at her with pleading, puppy dog eyes. She turned her gaze to Shadowheart, to her perfect porcelain face beaming down at her beatifically.   “Mistress.” She moaned.   With a loving smile from the domineering half-elf, Karlach’s cock came.   Spurt.   Her eyes crossed.   Spurt.   Her tongue lolled.   Spurt.   Her lips twisted into a happy grin. Slave and Karlach both basked in the warmth of their orgasm, each pulse of cum shooting down Isobel’s throat bringing the two closer and closer together.   “Cum for me, Slave. Cum your brains out.”   And she did.   Karlach didn’t even register the encouragement from her mistress, she couldn’t, she was too busy happily shooting every ounce of her meager resistance into Isobel’s greedy gullet. Every squirt of cum took with it her fears, her worries, her self. Isobel did her best to keep up, swallowing frantically, but Karlach’s joyful abandonment of self preservation overflowed. It spilled from her lips, dribbled from her nostrils, and still it gushed. A weak orgasm shuddered through Isobel, the pleasure of servitude bringing a smile to her overtaxed mouth.   Minutes passed as Karlach and Slave quivered in their mistress’s arms, her seductive voice cooing quietly in their ear.   “You’ve been so good. Now it’s time for you to please me.” Shadowheart pet the Tiefling’s head lovingly, a flick of her finger morphing the shadowy mirror once more into her starry throne.   Isobel slumped from Karlach’s cock, hands drifting down to toy with her own neglected cunt and tits. Karlach’s body drifted over to the throne, her bindings wrapping around her still, but allowing her legs to unfurl as she was sat down on the inky surface. Shadowheart kneeled down to straddle her slave’s hips, pressing the still hard cock up between their warm bodies as she pressed repeated kisses to Karlach’s lips. Her feet tucked underneath her, ass resting on her heels as she ground her clit against the underside of the barbarian’s trapped cock.   In a daze, and with her arms still bound behind her in a lattice of shadowy ropes, Karlach—and Slave—relished the attention. She babbled her thanks over and over into her mistress’s insistent lips, her hips lifting to try and eek out every ounce of contact.   “Fuck me, Slave.”   And Shadowheart lifted her hips up, one hand guiding the angry tip of Karlach’s cock to her slick lips. She slowly pressed her hips down, letting her sex kiss the tip of Karlach’s cock like a long-lost lover, before swallowing it to the base in one long stroke. Shadowheart closed her eyes, luxuriating in the fullness in her cunt and moaning into her slave’s mouth.   Karlach lost herself once more and Slave took over, eagerly flexing her ass to give shallow thrusts into her mistress. Each upward clench bulged Shadowheart’s toned stomach ever so slightly outward. For nearly an hour, the harsh, demanding Dark Justiciar was gone, replaced by a soft, sweet half-elf grinding her hips into her mate’s. She rode Karlach slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of the Tiefling’s enormous red cock. Her sex gripped the infernal cock tight, her walls massaging it, clinging to it with every ounce of her being. At some point Isobel stood up and wrapped her arms around her Mistress, massaging her petite breasts gently as she rode the barbarian. The three of them moved together, all concern for the outside world gone, every inkling of dominance and submission gone, the only thing that remained was a sense of belonging.   Shadowheart came to her senses first, her cunt clenching uncontrollably around the steely rod inside her, drooling her orgasm out around the hot flesh impaling her. Her thighs quaked, toes curling in ecstasy as she rode out her climax, her quivering cunt milking Karlach’s own orgasm from her. Karlach had regained her own mind as well, but did nothing more than continue Slave’s previous slow flexing, fascinated by the change in her captor, lips and tongue returning the slow sensuous kiss they had been locked in. Isobel’s massaging of Shadowheart’s breasts had slowed to a crawl and eventually stopped, seemingly asleep with her own tits pressed against her mistress’s back. Karlach grunted her release into Shadowheart’s mouth, warm splashes of cum bathing Shadowheart’s walls. Shadowheart continued to ride her slowly through the orgasm, milking every last drop of cum from the Tiefling, savoring the feeling of the mighty cock softening inside her.   She pulled away from their kiss panting, her sweet breath like perfume to Karlach’s senses. As she locked her sparkling green eyes to Karlach’s molten pools of gold, she smiled. She cupped the barbarian’s face in her hands and squeezed Karlach’s limp cock once more with her sex before lifting herself off, a river of cum pouring from her.   “That was wonderful, pet. See? You could have this every night as my slave. Think about it, you have one more day before our week is over.” Shadowheart climbed off Karlach’s exhausted body. “Now go clean yourself up, I’ll see you tomorrow for our last night.”   Karlach could barely even sigh, completely drained both mentally and physically. Isobel helped her to her feet and guided her back to her tent, leaving her with the water basin and a cloth before returning to Shadowheart.   The Sharran cleric lay on her bed of satiny black pillows, arms spread wide to welcome her Selunite pet.   “Come to me, my sweet.”   Isobel slid into the welcoming embrace of her mistress and purred in her ear, nestling against her neck before they both drifted off to sleep.   ***   Back in her tent, Karlach mindlessly went through the motions of cleaning herself with the damp cloth, her mind split asunder, head now housing Slave and Karlach both. As soon as she finished her bathing, she collapsed onto her bed, exhaustion swamping her twin minds. Unsure if she had the strength to survive the next night, unsure if she even wanted to, the darkness of a dreamless sleep swallowed Karlach and Slave together.

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Chapter 2 - An Old Friend

Nariil’s first meeting with King Varian went miserably. He would simply not listen to him, and so eventually Nariil excused himself for some fresh air and to clear his head. We made his way to the castles courtyard and sat down beneath a tree, and took a moment to regain his composure, closing his eyes for a moment. A second later, his rest was cut short by a familiar voice. “NARIIL!” The shout startled him, and he leapt to his feet, and looked in the direction it came from. “Marcus!” A human, about six foot three, very muscular with short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard ran headlong into him, and embraced him. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon after we brought the Destroyer down!” Nariil returned the embrace for a moment, and they broke away. “I didn’t either. I expected a return to Darnassus and some relaxation, but it wasn’t to be. The orcs are on the offensive throughout my peoples lands, and the High Priestess send me here to try to convince king Varian to send more help.” “Well, once you can get him to pay attention it shouldn’t be too difficult. Varian hates the Horde with every fiber of his being, so it will boil down to an argument of where to fight them, I’ll wager.” Nariil and Marcus, a paladin, had been friends for ages, since shortly before the fall of the Lich King. They’d been at that battle together, as well. “You know him better than I do, Marcus. I tried to get through to him today, he simply wouldn’t listen.” “You’ll get through to him. Say, have you found a place to stay in the city yet' If not, you’re welcome to stay with me. My place is just outside town, in Goldshire.” Nariil thought about it for a moment. “That would be wonderful. We really haven’t gotten to spend enough time with each other unless we’re busy saving the world.” Marcus grinned. “Well, hopefully you won’t find me too boring without my mace in some bastards face!” The two laughed, and Marcus led Nariil along the canals and through the streets of Stormwind, and out into Elwynn Forest. Marcus’s house in Goldshire was a moderately sized two story building by Crystal Lake. Marcus unlocked the door and showed Nariil inside. “Home sweet home,” Marcus said happily. “It’s not much, but its mine.” “It’s excellent. I would much rather stay out here than in the city. With the park destroyed, Stormwind is simply too far from nature.” “Well,” said Marcus, “You’ll certainly find a lot of nature in Elwynn. If by nature you mean vicious wolves, murlocs and kobolds… But, anyways. I’ll show you upstairs to your room.” Marcus brought Nariil upstairs, and showed him to a small room overlooking the lake. “Here it is. Not very big, but it should do…” “Like I said, your home is excellent. I am grateful that you are willing to let me stay here.” “You’re one of my best friends, Nariil. You can stay as long as you like.” With that, Marcus left Nariil to put his few things in order and look around his room. Nariil noticed plants on the windowsill. Or what had once been plants. Now they were little more than withered stalks and fallen leaves. He used his connection to reach out to them, see if they could be saved, but they were dead. He recalled seeing dead plants around the front of the house too, which he thought was odd. He determined to ask Marcus about it. Nariil walked downstairs to find Marcus sitting at the kitchen table reading a flyer. “What’s that about'” inquired Nariil. “Oh, it’s how they’re getting the word out about Deathwing! Posted it on every door in Stormwind and Elwynn by now, I’ll bet.” “Ah. Well, people are sure to be happy to hear that.” Nariil walked over to the table and sat down next to Marcus. “So, I couldn’t help but notice your house is kind of covered in dead plants'” Marcus sighed and gazed out the window. “Yeah… There are, aren’t there'” “Would you like me to replace them' Being a druid and all, I’m pretty good with plants.” “No! I mean, no… It’s fine.” Marcus fidgeted nervously at the mention of removing the plants. “Is everything alright, Marcus' They’re just plants...” “They’re not just plants, Nariil. They’re… All I have left of… of…” He trailed off. Nariil put his hand on his friends shoulder. “Of who'” Marcus sighed again. “His name was Eric. We were… He was my…” “Oh.” Nariil didn’t know what to say. He’d had no idea his friend had a lover, let alone a male one. Not that Nariil had a problem with that… In fact, he himself had always been attracted to men. After they first met, in fact, he would often imagine himself and Marcus together, but… That always seemed impossible. “Was' I don’t mean to pry, but… what happened'” “It was just before this whole mess with Deathwing started. He was in the army, see, and he was sent up to Southshore when the Alliance got word it might be under threat from the Forsaken. Well, as you know, it turned out they were right… and they bombed the town into oblivion with their damn plague! There wasn’t even a body left to recover…” Nariil moved closer to his friend, and put an arm around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I’ve seen what the Horde does, but… I’ve never had it happen to someone close to me. I’m here for you, Marcus. Whatever you need.” Marcus smiled a bit. “You’re such a good friend, Nariil… I’m so glad you’re here.”

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Chapter 3 - Breaking Karlach, Day Two

Karlach stumbled into her tent and collapsed on her bedroll, shuddering breaths shaking her shoulders, then slowly subsiding into an almost eerie calm before sleep finally took her. When she woke the next morning, her body ached all over, her muscles sore from her binding and explosive climax the night before. She rose groggily to her feet, an uncomfortable stickiness coating her body promoted her to grab a fresh set of clothes and rush off to bathe in the river.   Karlach stepped into the river’s languid flow, steam hissing and floating up into a cloud around her as she sighed. She let herself soak for a few moments, sinking to her neck in the cool water, her infernal heat temporarily abating. She dunked her head under the surface and screamed into the river, coming up for air feeling infinitely more relaxed. Seeing Tav approaching for her own morning bath, Karlach hastily set to scrubbing the dried evidence of last night’s activities from her body. Morning after mental clarity steeled her mind, and she looked up as Tav stepped into the water to join her, her golden eyes bright and shining like the dawn at her back.   She opened her mouth to expose Shadowheart, and felt her jaw tense up, closing on its own. Shock and frustration lit up her face and she tried again, furious. Her mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water.   “Did you want to tell me something Karlach?”   “Yes, did you?” Shadowheart interrupted, stepping unnoticed from the long morning shadows of a nearby tree.   Karlach glared daggers at the new arrival, her impressive willpower held at bay by the power of the Geas the Sharran had laid over her.   “No, nothing…” she muttered, jaw clenched and teeth gritted angrily, “just stretching my muscles.”   A knowing smirk curled Shadowheart’s lips and she tilted her head mockingly. The oblivious Tav shrugged her slim shoulders, going back to scrubbing her soft haze-grey skin with a chunk of lavender scented soap. The sweet smell wafted across the river surface, soothing Karlach’s expression as she took in a deep breath, her desire for the leader of their camp no secret to anyone. She felt a stirring in her loins and flushed, not wanting to make things awkward she stammered a few nonsensible excuses and grabbed her things, dressing hurriedly and stumbling off in the direction of her tent.   “Well, that was strange,” Tav whispered to Shadowheart, her lilac eyes following the retreating form of the hulking barbarian.   “Indeed,” Shadowheart replied.   ***   All through the day Karlach tried over and over to bring up the danger in their midst, failing every time. Exhausted by her repeated straining against the Geas’ compulsion, Karlach felt the sweet bliss of sleep welcome her with open arms that night. She dreamed strange, feverish dreams of her tormentor, unable to shake the image of her being broken over Karlach’s cock. But just as last night, interspersed amongst the scenes of domination was a faint wisp of a vision. Of her bound by shadow, back arched, cum spewing messily onto the floor below her while she watched Shadowheart wreck Isobel’s body with her own impressive Polymorphed cock. Waking with a start in the middle of the night, sweat drenched and hot, Karlach threw her blanket off and gulped desperate breaths of cool night air. The soft sounds of nocturnal nature drifted in from outside, soothing her emotions, but before she could lay back down to sleep, she felt it.   The iron chains wrapped around her mind dragged her to her feet, naked and flushed with simmering arousal, she felt her feet shuffling towards the tent flap. Her jutting cock swayed ponderously side to side, the pillar of flesh slapping her thighs, its considerable bulk lending weight to the impacts. Karlach’s bowed head kept her staring at her cock as she walked, steaming drops of pre-cum flinging from the drooling tip, a particularly thick strand drooping precariously as she found herself suddenly in front Shadowheart’s tent. Unable to tear her gaze from her traitorous member, she brushed past the tent flap and into her personal shadowy hell.   Familiar bindings of inky night curled around her towering body, rage at her predicament shaking her from head to toe. Shadowheart sat amidst her throne of pillows, legs spread wide to allow an attentive Isobel access to her perpetually dripping cunt. The disgraced Selunite lapping dotingly at the dewy flesh before her, a dreamy expression of bliss plastered across her face. For a split second, Karlach’s rage burned so hot she felt the shadows coiling around her flex and give. She took a step towards the clerics, arms jerking forward before the tentacle bindings snapped back into place, driving her to her knees.   Concern flashed across the porcelain features of the dominant Sharran, dissipating as quickly as it came once her power reasserted itself.   “Tut tut, pet. Know your place.”   Karlach squirmed at the mention of the word ‘pet’, but found no more leeway in her trappings. Shadowheart patted Isobel gently on the head.   “Very good, slave, but your goddess needs to show Karlach her new world order.”   Isobel whined her quiet disapproval but moved out of the way without hesitation, her need to obey greater than her lust. She perched on her knees in the corner, a shadowy chain wrapping around her slender neck to a shiver of delight. She laid her hands delicately in her lap, resisting the urge to finger herself without Mistress’s permission.   Shadowheart slowly, languorously, extricated herself from her throne of cushions, naked and glorious as she walked over to Karlach.   Lick.   Karlach’s tongue flopped from her mouth, breath steaming in puffs, her eyes crossing as they tried to focus on the perfect pussy presented to her. Unable to control her own body, she played passenger in her mind as the Command forced her tongue to bathe Shadowheart’s already sopping cunt with further love.   Shadowheart let out a barely audible moan as the shadowy gifts of Shar drifted from her skin where it was met with Karlach’s fiery heat. She looked down into the eyes of her soon to be slave and delighted in the vacant expression on her face, knowing somewhere deep inside a wild Karlach raged.   “Yesterday I said it wasn’t about you. Tonight however is about you. Only about you, in fact. Tonight we find the limits of your stamina.”   In the recesses of her mind, Karlach’s consciousness railed against its prison, desperate to be free, not wanting to see what the rest of the night held for her. But the Command gripped her like a vice, her lashing tongue rewarding her with a hot spray of Shadowheart’s girlcum, the fluttering cunt drenching the Tiefling’s face as it gushed. Still she continued to lick, not given the approval to stop, each flick of her tongue across the tender nub of Shadowheart’s clit eliciting another shiver from the half-elf’s petite frame. Languishing in the unwilling worship from below, Shadowheart twirled one hand in Karlach’s hair, pressing her even tighter, while her other hand gestured in strange motions, tracing divine symbols in the air and conjuring a massive, ornate oval mirror against one wall of her tent. With a pleased sigh, she released her hold on the bound barbarian, and with a delicate finger turned Karlach’s gaze to the mirror.   As the spellbound haze bled from her brain, Karlach found her eyes coming into focus staring through a mirror at herself, her naked body flush with arousal, Shadowheart’s fluids dripping from her face. She was a mess. She watched, immobile, as Shadowheart crouched down behind her, one slender arm reaching around to grasp her twitching cock at the base, a pearl of pre-cum escaping her cumslit and drooling down the length of flesh to roll over Shadowheart’s fingers.   Her eyes lit up, golden irises shimmering like liquid sunlight, not from rage but arousal. She couldn’t deny the image in front of her was hot. She swallows noisily, trying to temper her emotions, but Shadowheart took that moment to start slowly pumping her cock, coaxing drop after drop from her aching member, so full of blood she could feel her pulse echo back through Shadowheart’s squeezing fingers. She gasped loudly, shaking her head, willing desperately for the unwanted emotions within her to stop.   But the Sharran kept pumping.   A needy moan burst from Karlach’s suddenly dry lips, her tongue running over the plush pillows to apply some kind of moisture. Shadowheart leaned in, her soft lips pressing against Karlach’s ear and whispering in dulcet tones.   “Look at yourself pet. Look at your needy expression, your eyes clouded with lust, body quaking beneath my touch. How can you think you’re anything but mine.”   Karlach blinked slowly, the seductive words slithering into her ear canal and dripping like poison across her brain. She shook her head to clear it, and grunted.   “Never!”   She meant for it to come out with conviction, but it was barely audible above the slick sounds of Shadowheart’s perfectly manicured fingers stroking her, stoking the fires of her lust with expert control.   “You can fight, rage, squirm all you want, but deep down you know that I’m right. You know by the end of the week you’ll be nothing more than my toy.”   Karlach snorted, her breath hot and gasping, at odds with her mental picture of rebuttal. She could feel an orgasm welling up inside her, her toes curling, fists clenching and unclenching, muscles straining against the shadowy chains that held her. She screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to see her reflection when it came.     Open your eyes.   The authoritative husky Command pried them open, pinning her gaze to the pathetic display in the mirror. She barely recognized the needy mess of a woman before her. Shadowheart’s hand was covered in pre-cum, shadowy smoke pouring off it to protect her from the heat. Her pace never sped up, never slowed, just patiently pumping Karlach’s slobbering tool, eroding her willpower stroke by stroke.   “One…”   Karlach blinked again, holding back whimpers and moans. The pumping continued.   “Two…”   Her emotions tied themselves in knots, impending release clouding her mind, denial of her submission ever-present but assaulted by the mirror’s display.   “Three.”   And the floodgates let loose.   Karlach screamed, her vision going blank as the first rope of cum shot from her cock, arcing almost in slow motion it splattered messily across mirror-Karlach’s face. Subconsciously, her tongue snaked out to taste herself before she realized what she was doing and her cheeks bloomed with rosy humiliation. Gulping air like a woman drowning, her spurts continued, trailing off in a sticky mess burbling from the tip and coating Shadowheart’s blessedly still hand.   “A wonderful start pet.”   Karlach could feel the emphasis on the last word, shame hammering in her chest.   “No… I’m not.”   Unsure if she was speaking to Shadowheart, or trying to convince herself, Karlach whispered the words.   “Ready for round two?”   Numb, Karlach didn’t respond, eyes still glued to her reflection she watched passively as her body was spun around and upside down, winding up with her shoulders pressed into the soggy mess coating the floor, her hips in the air, ass resting against Shadowheart’s pert breasts. She could feel the tiny pebbles of her captor’s nipples digging into her voluminous cheeks, egging her on. The Command spell faded for a moment, allowing her to look up between her legs at the slyly grinning face of the cleric, hand still grasped tightly around her flagging cock. Shadowheart squeezed gently, a rush of blood pumping back into the pillar of Tiefling womanhood. Stunned at her body’s betrayal, Karlach leaned her head back as far as she could to look away, but the mirror’s reflection trapped her again.   Watch.   And Shadowheart started again, the pearly, glistening goo from Karlach’s last release dripping slowly down her stomach and pooling in the creases of her upturned breasts. She stared forlornly, but with growing arousal as the slender rivers of cum widened into thick streams, winding their way around the hills and valleys of her body to slide from between her cleavage. She lifted her chin, struggling to keep at least her face clean, the Command keeping her focused on her reflection once more.   Karlach felt a puff of hot breath against her as-of-yet ignored cunt. It rarely saw much attention, enraptured as she usually was with the throbbing dick atop it, but still she felt it clench with sticky wetness in anticipation.   “Your body is truly a delight.”   Shadowheart’s soft words spilled into Karlach’s squirming cunt, followed swiftly by the silken touches of a skilled tongue. Karlach’s eyes tried to roll back, but the spell’s hold over body kept her focused on the new sensations overwhelming her. The slow, steady pumping of her cock, the slippery wetness welling up from inside her cunt as Shadowheart’s expert tongue coaxed a gush of fluid out from inside her. If she could move, her hips would be thrashing, but as it was they twitched and bucked, her motions limited to an inch here, a hair there.   Her need boiled and bubbled inside her, spilling up from her throat in a reedy whine.   “Fuuuuuuck.”   “That’s it, pet, break for me.”   Stars burst behind her eyes at the shameful words, another explosive climax stolen from her body, her cock throbbing mightily as it shot thick ropes of viscous seed down her chest, a few errant strands making their way all the way to her face. Karlach’s tongue once more sought out the delectable morsels, this time finding them on her lips, cheek, and nose. She swallowed, the wet heat coating the inside of her throat. And still, Shadowheart’s relentless fist pumped.   Karlach blinked back tears, her hyper sensitive flesh tender to the touch, but a dark need for more bade her continue. She stared into the mirror, portal to her downfall, and her eyes met the Sharran dominatrix’s. An unspoken plea glimmered between them, unwilling submissive to her queenly dominant:   More.   With a grin, Shadowheart obliged, pressing down on Karlach’s hips, bending her body tighter with a surprising strength, until the tip of Karlach’s cum-weeping cock touched her lips. She pressed her lips together tightly, denying entry, not wanting to give up this last bastion, but Shadowheart would not be denied.   Open your mouth, suck. Then swallow.   The familiar leaden weight of Command crushed Karlach’s resolve like a bug.   Her lips split and her neck craned forward just as Shadowheart pushed her hips the rest of the way down. The mighty Tiefling barbarian coiled like a spring, several inches of her cock enveloped in the warmth of her own mouth. Karlach stared up at Shadowheart, golden eyes dueling with forest green, then her tongue slithered around her cock, slipping into her cumslit and coaxing the barest gush of cum from inside. It trickled out, slowly at first then rushing, pooling inside her mouth and overflowing. The tight seal of her lips around her cock broken by a stream of white. She swallowed again, unable to keep up with the constant flow.   Shadowheart finally sped up, her hand stroking just a hint faster, spurred on by Karlach’s begrudging acceptance. Spellbound or not it was hot. Shadowheart hid her grin in Karlach’s quivering quim, occasional jets of clear fluid spraying up to drip down her chin as she continued her ministrations. Slowly at first, but faster and faster, until her hand was a blur up and down Karlach’s cock. Muffled whimpers and groans floated up from below, the restrained Tiefling having given up all hope of staying quiet during her deliberate milking. The best she could hope for now was an early release so she could slink off back to her tent and curl up in shame. Another gulp of sizzlingly hot cum washed down her throat, half of the load spilling down her cheeks and face, a salty stinging sensation welling up in her sinuses as a tiny drip back-flowed through her nose.   Karlach jerked once, twice, her cock spasming as another powerful orgasm swept over her. This time the gush of accompanying salty treasure was greatly diminished, barely a trickle compared to before but still more than her beleaguered mouth could handle. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled shakily, breath labored and tits shaking like jelly in the throes of her climax.   No more, please… she thought, praying Shadowheart could read her mind, and yet desperately wishing she couldn’t.   Whether unable or unwilling to hear her thoughts, Shadowheart didn’t stop. As the Tiefling’s latest orgasm began to dwindle, Shadowheart jerked her prey’s cock from its hole, letting the last pathetic spurts drip over Karlach’s upturned face, her tongue lolled out, mouth wide open and gasping, throat still swallowing the massive backlog of cum. Her eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, she lay there patiently as Shadowheart painted her face with her own tool.   Karlach blinked lazily, her sightless eyes glazed over, strings of cum linking her eyelashes together and gluing the lids half-shut. With a quiet whimper her softening cock twitched, half-heartedly squeezing a few meager drops of cum, their weight not quite enough to break the strand connecting them to her tip. Her tongue limply quested forward, offering respite for the wayward drops in her waiting mouth. Shadowheart’s soft grip squeezed and twisted, coaxing the last vestiges of cum from Karlach’s achingly dry cock. It had pulsed its last real jet long ago, with nothing left to give Karlach lay wilted and absolutely covered in her gooey white humiliation. Shadowheart giggled softly, releasing Karlach’s limp cock at last. Standing up, she left Karlach’s exhausted hips to slam back to the ground, splashing warm cum across the Sharran’s bare legs.   Shadowheart took a step over the defeated Tiefling, straddling her heaving chest, then lifted one dainty, cum-soaked foot towards Karlach’s mouth.   “Go on then…”   Karlach’s gaze smoldered up at the proffered foot, then past it up to Shadowheart’s face. Her lips compressed, she somehow found the energy to shake her head no.   “Suit yourself.” Open wide and clean me.   Karlach’s already bruised resolve stood no chance against the new Command and her jaw fell open. Shadowheart pressed her toes down into the waiting maw and let Karlach’s tongue wash over her, slurping the mess down greedily, yet unwillingly. The shame of the act burned down Karlach’s spine like wildfire, eliciting another feeble twitch of her flaccid cock, nothing left inside to spew forth. Tender moments passed, Shadowheart staring down at Karlach as her tongue worked over each individual toe. Finally satisfied, she lowered her foot back down into the sodden mess, ruining Karlach’s efforts, before lifting her opposite foot and repeating the act. Another twitch. Another dry jerk of her empty cock.   Shadowheart slowly lowered her hips down, kneeling on either side of Karlach’s head, her steaming cunt inches from Karlach’s panting mouth. She reached down and grabbed hold of Karlach’s horns and tilted her head back ever so slightly, then rubbed her slit once across the waiting lips below. Instinctively, Karlach’s tongue shot out to swipe at her clit as it passed. Shadowheart bucked her hips at the touch and then dropped the rest of the way onto Karlach’s face.   Worship.   Karlach needed no more encouragement, body willing and eager but mind exhausted and stubbornly refusing to give in. Still, with the power of the Command coursing through her, her slithering tongue wormed its way inside the molten honey pot smothering her and was rewarded with a splash of fluid. She swallowed it like water to a woman dying of thirst.   Lick.   Swallow.   Lick.   The minutes dragged by as she repeated the cycle over and over, her hot cum cooling around her, gluing her back to the ground while she washed her face in Shadowheart’s squirting girlcum. Shadowheart let go of Karlach’s horns and leaned back, her hands squishing into the cum soaked blanket covering the tent floor, she looked over to Isobel patiently waiting in the corner and nodded.   Thankful, the Selunite spread her legs and began ramming her fingers inside her drooling cunt with frenzied fervor. Her pale skin practically glowed, shining in the gloom like moonlight. Her thighs quivered and shook, blessed release gushing forth in a growing wet spot around her knees.   Shadowheart bucked her hips once more onto Karlach’s questing mouth, rubbing her clit with her cum-coated fingers and sighing sweetly as she came again. With her legs shaking, she struggled to her feet and willed the shadows to flip Karlach onto her stomach, then pulled her back onto her knees, face first in the pool of cum. Shadowheart’s foot pressed down on the side of Karlach’s face, turning it to force her to look over at Isobel debasing herself in the corner. Karlach absent-mindedly felt her tongue scoop a few morsels of cum into her mouth and she swallowed. She found the taste of her shame and humiliation… intoxicating.   And then release.   No more tentacles binding her, no Command compelling her mind, no domineering, soft foot pressed into her face–just plain exhaustion. Her tongue scooped once more before she shook herself out of her stupor. Hands tremulously planting in the mess, she lifted herself to her feet. She looked over to Shadowheart, head bowed, and felt the familiar weight of her Geas willing her out into the cold night air. This time she headed straight for the river, unwilling to sleep in the evidence of the night’s activities. A few chilling words followed her out into the dark:   “See you tomorrow.”

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Chapter 4 - The Changes of Cydenae

When Kat awoke several hours later her eyes were unfocused and her skin was flushed. She straightened herself shakily in her chair, and without even thinking she started to guide her character through the next Act. The shimmering play of colors around the edges of her screen bore deep into her mind, twisting her thoughts as they twisted themselves.[br] "I've got to play more, got to fuck more…"[br] Somewhere deep inside her a small part of her consciousness raged. [br] Fuck more? Are you serious? You're playing a goddamn Demon Hunter, not a whore![br] Rage as it might though, it couldn't take control of her limbs, couldn't stop Kat's fingers from clicking frantically through hordes of hellspawn, couldn't stop her toned legs from spreading themselves lewdly as she passed quest after quest. By the time she finally reached the spire leading down to Azmodan, that small part inside of her wasn't even sure it wanted to.[br] *****[br] Aylla strode through hordes of demons, laying them low with her twin crossbows in seconds. Her sable cloak was torn, her hood thrown back and her glowing red eyes fierce with determination. Her emotions were waging a war within her. Conflicting feelings of hatred for the demons around her, shame for succumbing to the immeasurable pleasure that she'd been shown in her latest encounters and determination to reach her next target. If someone had asked her what she planned to do when she confronted him, they would have been rewarded with a long silence belying her own indecision.[br] Perhaps an even better indication of the turmoil raging within the haughty woman was the change her armor had taken. Slowly twisting from vaunted imitations of angelic wings and shining gold emblems to a dark, buttressed fortress of gothic skulls and smoky metal. Her boots had gone from modest heels to tapered stilettos, keeping her on the very tip of her toes. The spike of the stiletto sharp and cruel. Where previously form fitting leather had encased her thighs, now there was nothing but bare, pale flesh. Her thigh high boots providing sharp contrast to the light skin of her legs. Her large crossbow had been traded for twin handheld contraptions, their handles in the shape of nude women entwined with demon lovers. Even her chest armor had begun to show signs of her corruption; the once modest leather now replaced with skin-tight fabric that seemed to drip from her every curve in sensuous delight.[br] Flicking her hair back over her shoulder, Aylla surveyed the carnage around her.[br] "This is a start."[br] "Mmm, yes, delightful."[br] Aylla whipped her head around in search of the sibilant voice now echoing through the empty chamber.[br] "Up here, lovely."[br] As she arched her head upwards, Aylla couldn't help but shudder. Hanging delicately from a thread of gossamer was a grotesque vision from her nightmares. Soft blue flesh intermingled with glossy black chitin to make up the form of Cydenae, the Maiden of Lust.[br] "I've heard stories of you, traveller, but I had not expected you to be so… enticing."[br] "Who are you?"[br] The creature paused, then lowered herself further to hang upside down right in front of the Demon Hunter's face.[br] "I, am Cydenae. consort to Azmodan."[br] With that the half spider, half woman daemonette leaned in and grabbed Aylla's head, pulled her in close and locked her in a soul-crushing kiss.[br] [/i]*****[br] The screen blacked out for the beginning of the cutscene and Kat's eyes snapped into focus. "What the fuck is going onnnn…"[br] Her last word trailed off into a moan. Startled, she looked down and gasped in shock as her cum-soaked chair came into view. Her right hand was idly playing with her clit while her left was rolling the little pink nub of her nipple between forefinger and thumb. As hard as she tried though, she couldn't will herself to stop. Eventually a second moan was coaxed from her lush lips and her back arched in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, sending another wave of her nectar to coat the insides of her thighs.[br] "Oh fuuuuuck!"[br] The last thing she remembered had been the soft tingling at the base of her skull and the bizarre fuck-fest she had witnessed at the hands of Belial. Before she could make any sense of what was happening to her though, the screen came back to life and the cutscene started. Once again swirling colors bled from the monitor straight into her brain and rational thought left her. Her eyes glazed over, her hands picked up their ministrations in renewed frenzy and her jaw slackened.[br] "Mmm, more… need moooore…"[br] The corners of her beautiful mouth turned up in a wicked grin and she lifted one hand up to lick it clean of her cum.[br] *****[br] Aylla stood in shock while the Maiden of Lust sucked on her tongue, barely even registering the twin pricks of the daemonette's fangs as Cydenae bit down on her tongue. Venom pumped into the Demon Hunter's body, overwhelming her senses in a chemical blaze. Her eyes slanted in pleasure and the red glow faded and guttered out like a candle only to be replaced by an eerie green. As the liquid fire of Cydenae's poison wound its way through Aylla's system, she could feel her body undergoing changes. Her petite, firm breasts swelled and her nipples puffed out. Where once had been a small but shapely apple-sized bust was now a pair of gravity defying tits, the size of which were just enough to overflow the Maiden's hands. Her raven hair shimmered once then flowed, lengthening into a beautiful braid that dangled just above her heart-shaped ass.[br] With a soft sigh, Cydenae broke the kiss and watched her work unfold in front of her. Aylla, now no longer held up by the arms of the daemonette, sank to the floor. Her arms reached down to her taut belly where she could feel her insides twisting and rearranging. The poison of the Maiden of Lust effecting changes on her physiology unseen to the outside eye. Where Aylla could only wonder at the changes though, Cydenae grinned inwardly. Inside the proud Demon Hunter her womb was expanding, taking over the majority of her insides. Her ribcage flexed to allow her vital organs to crowd closer to her throat and her nerves growing rapidly, flowing over her womb and intestines in a vast network. Knowingly, Cydenae let her gaze drift down to Aylla's womanhood.[br] "And now for the grand finale…"[br] Aylla bit her lip when she felt her intestines become cradled in new bundles of nerves, pleasure shooting through her system where previously she had felt nothing. The words of the daemonette though had her look up in confusion, and then follow her gaze down to stare at her swelling clit. The little button of flesh poked out from its hood, growing in arousal. Aylla's eyes widened as it continued to grow, lengthening with each convulsion of her body.[br] "Wh–what's happening to me!'"[br] "My dear, sweet Aylla… you're being prepared."[br] "Prepared? Ungh…" Another convulsion wracked her body and her clit shot out several more inches, now resembling more a throbbing cock than anything else. "Prepared for what?!"[br] "Shhhh. There, there my darling. That is for me to know, and you to find out."[br] Aylla's new girl-cock extended over half a foot from her body now, twitching wildly in the air. Slowly the tip opened up and the first drops of pre-cum dribbled out. The Demon Hunter stared in shock, body still quaking in the aftereffects of the poison.[br] "This is wrong… so wrong."[br] Cydenae frowned at the little cock, lowered herself once more and let the swirling golden irises of her eyes envelop the Demon Hunter in their warmth.[br] "Look at me Aylla, can't you feel my love pouring into you'"[br] Aylla could do nothing but nod slowly, the sensation of falling forward into pools of molten gold enveloping her.[br] "Would I do anything to hurt you'"[br] Aylla shook her head tremulously. She leaned forward slowly, lips parting with a gasp and a thin tendril of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth.[br] "Good, come closer my dear… just a little closer…"[br] Aylla was now inches from Cydenae's face.[br] "Now give us a kiss."[br] With that, the Maiden of Lust shot forward the last inch and sank her fangs into the willing Demon Hunter's tongue once more, pleasure radiating through her body as more venom pumped into her tongue. The small cock between her legs reacted instantly, swelling and growing again and again until finally the flow of change-inducing poison stopped and Aylla was left with a massive cock, easily two feet long and as thick as her arm. When she opened her eyes again they were glowing fiercely, a solid green. She reached out tentatively and touched her cock and gasped at the sensation, her cock almost as sensitive as her clit had once been. Wrapping her delicate fingers around the shaft, she stroked it once and then felt it spasm, shooting thick streams of girl-cum straight into the air.[br] "I feel… I feel perfect," Aylla whispered.[br] *****[br] Kat was lost in her own world of lust, the bizarre turn of events sparking wicked thoughts in her head. She had lost count of the number of times she squirted a fountain of her own juices while watching the scene unfold. Her eyes, still glazed from the never-ending maelstrom of colors assaulting her brain, wandered over to the Maiden of Lust on the screen. [br] Her health bar hadn't been touched.[br] *****[br] Aylla felt a whisper in her head, the soft caress of Cydenae's will imploring her to spread her legs wider. Somewhere deep within her she thought she heard a voice begging her not to do it. Pleading for the sake of her sanity. Without a care in the world she squashed that voice beneath her heel, and as she did so she felt something inside her snap. She lifted her legs in the air, pulling them wide in a near split and licking her lips as she did so.[br] "Like this, Mistress'"[br] "Just like that."[br] Cydenae dropped to the ground and swayed sensuously over to the prone figure before her. A soft crack sounded as Cydenae lowered herself between the Demon Hunter's legs and Aylla was treated to a view of her ovipositor. Her lust-addled mind eager for more, Aylla let her tongue loll out to the side and she reached forward to ram the glossy black tube into her cunt. Cydenae smiled down at her and thrust forward, aiding the Demon Hunter in impaling herself on the protrusion. As the thick tube began to disappear deep within Aylla's body her eyes rolled into her head at the pleasure. Her enhanced and overly-sensitive body crashing in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. With each inch that entered her her cock twitched, sending another spurt of girl cum to splash onto her face and tits. Finally the tip breached her cervix and entered her womb.[br] "You will help me ensure that a new line of demons rushes forth from hell, the likes of which have never been seen before."[br] Aylla's mind swam with the idea, her cunt convulsing around the thick ovipositor now lodged deep within her womb. A wicked thought emerged amidst the chaos and she leaned her head forward, grabbed her pulsing dick and licked the tip of it. The taboo feeling of licking her own cock sent shivers down her spine and she leaned farther forward, enveloping the head of it in her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue delicately around it, swallowing each load of fresh cum as it gushed into her throat. [br] Three mouthfuls later she felt a bulge at the entrance of her pussy and she opened her eyes, lips still wrapped tightly around her the tip of her cock. Several bulges were making their way down Cydenae's ovipositor and the first was now making its way into Aylla's body.[br] "Oh shit," she mumbled, at last releasing her dick while she stared. "Oh shit yes…"[br] With a grunt, Cydenae pushed again and the first egg was swallowed by Aylla's cunt lips. The Demon Hunter was immediately wracked with pleasure as she felt the egg traveling up into her womb. It slid past her cervix, making way for several more to follow.[br] "I can't… take any more… too much…"[br] "Nonsense my dear, you can take them all."[br] Cydenae grunted again and thrust with renewed vigor, several more eggs sliding into Aylla's body alongside the first. By the third egg her stomach could be seen bulging past the ovipositor's outline. By the fourth the Demon Hunter's eyes were crossed and her belly was so swollen it looked like she might give birth at any second. By the fifth she was screaming in pleasure and had stopped caring what her body looked like, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.[br] "Fuck yes! More! More! Fill me to the brim with your eggs!"[br] "Don't worry, Aylla, I will."[br] Cydenae grinned lustily at the depraved shell of a hero beneath her and forced the last egg into her womb.[br] "Aylla, open your eyes."[br] With great difficulty Aylla managed to look up at her Mistress, sweat plastering her hair to her face, a flush spreading across her neck and cum-covered breasts.[br] "Oh god… so full…" she panted.[br] "Oh dear, sweet Aylla. There's one more thing that must be done."[br] Confusion twisted her face and the Demon Hunter opened her mouth.[br] "Wha–"[br] At that second a flood of warm, sticky fluid rushed through the ovipositor still lodged deep in her body. It flowed over the eggs, fertilizing them and sticking them to the walls of her womb. Aylla's eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her cock spurting load after load of cum into her open mouth and across her face.[br] "That."[br] *****[br] Kat had felt a second wave of tingling sensation spread out over her body when her Demon Hunter had been bitten. She hadn't realized the significance of it however until the first egg had been placed in Aylla's body. Now she was sitting in her chair, one hand fingering her ass and the other mauling her breasts as she stared, transfixed, at the unmistakable bulge in her own belly.[br] "This isn't possible…"[br] Her ass squeezed her fingers and she spasmed into another orgasm. When she came to, a second bulge was resting by the first.[br] "No… no fucking way…"[br] A third orgasm wracked her sweating body.[br] "Can't be happening to me."[br] A fourth.[br] "Unghhhh yesssssssssss."[br] A fifth.[br] "Fill me like that whore Demon Hunter! Make me your bitch!"[br] The last egg popped into place and Kat slid bonelessly from her chair.[br] "Feel so, so goooooood," she moaned.[br] Forgetting the last step of the process, Kat tried to stand, tried to make her way over to her bed.[br] Gush[br] The wave of fertilizing slime that seemed to come from nowhere splashed up into her womb, grossly distended by the multiple eggs now lodged within it. It swirled somewhere in her chest before coming to a sloshing stop as Kat collapsed on the floor in a puddle of her own juices and Cydenae's cum. She scooped up handful after handful of the mixture and slurped it down noisily, reveling in the degradation.

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Chapter 3 - Success!

Weeks passed. Most days Nariil couldn’t even get an audience with the king, much less try to persuade him to aid the Night Elves. It was beginning to look completely hopeless until one day Marcus decided to go along with him to give it a try. They entered the keep and requested an audience, which was granted. They approached the king and made the necessary courtesies. Before Nariil could begin to talk, however, Marcus began. “Your Highness, You know why my good friend is here. You know what he wants, you know what he NEEDS. His people are fighting the Horde- and unfortunately, they seem to be losing. Without Ashenvale, the Alliance loses a valuable source of lumber, as well as our closest foothold to Durotar and Orgrimmar itself. If you wait any longer to send troops to help the Night Elves, there may not be Night Elves left to help!” Varian stood up. “We are already launching an invasion of the barrens. We’re also fighting the Horde on many other fronts. Why is this one more important than the others'” “Because, my liege, this is the front where a very civilization stands on the brink of destruction!” Nariil exclaimed. “My people were weary from the fight on Hyjal, and with the destruction in Darkshore we were ill prepared to deal with this kind of attack. You didn’t see it, Varian. The butchery- civilians cut down trying to flee for safety, their bodies left out to rot… The goblins are there now, as well as the orcs. They’ve taken over Azshara, and once they move their attention from there and start helping the orcs in Ashenvale, if we don’t have help, we’re doomed.” Varian sighed, and sat back down. “Well you are nothing if not persistent. And you raise good points.” There was a long pause. “Very well. I will send aid to Ashenvale. I shall send word t Tyrande at once. You may go, I have other matters I must turn my attention to.” As they exited the keep, Nariil suddenly gave Marcus a hug. “I cannot possibly repay you for that. I think the only reason he listened to that was because it came from someone that wasn’t me…” Marcus smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I didn’t do that to earn any favors from you; I did it because you’re my friend.” They walked home in mostly silence, but Nariil couldn’t help but stare at his friend. It kept creeping into his mind how handsome Marcus was, with his strong build and smiling face… But then he’d force himself to think of other things. Eventually he noticed Marcus was starting back at him, smirking. “Why do you keep looking at me like that, Nariil'” “I… because…” Nariil trailed off and looked away. There was silence until they got home. Marcus closed the door behind him when they entered, then turned and grabbed Nariil, and pushed him up against the wall, grinning. “I know what you want, Nariil…” Nariil mumbled some more, staring back at Marcus. The next thing he knew, Marcus was kissing him, and then he was kissing him back… Those seconds felt like a lifetime, but then it was over. Nariil dropped to his knees, and quickly undid Marcus’s pants, letting his manhood drop free. He took it in one hand and it immediately began to harden as Nariil stroked it. Once it was fully erect, he took it into his mouth, and began to bob his head back and forth, sucking gently at first, but then harder. Nariil looked up, and locked eyes with Marcus, and stopped. Marcus then grabbed the back of Nariil’s head, and pushed it forward until he was balls deep in his mouth, only letting go when Nariil began to gag. He then got back to work by himself, and a few moments later Marcus came. Nariil managed to swallow most of it, but pulled back for air and got some on his face. Marcus knelt down and licked Nariil’s face clean, then sat down next to him and took him in his arms. Still breathing heavily, Marcus held Nariil close. “That was amazing, Nariil… I’ve wanted this ever since you came here.” Nariil closed his eyes and leaned into Marcus. “I’ve wanted this since we first met… I never thought this day would actually come.” Marcus kissed him, then they both leaned back against the wall, and fell asleep.

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Chapter 7 - A Surprise Offer

Things went well the next few weeks. Everyone in the house was happy and full of energy (especially Marcus and Eric, as Nariil could hear every night.) Eric had even begun to spend part of his time in his worgen form. Nariil did find he was spending more time by himself, which he thought was to be expected, at least until things “settled down” a bit between his two friends. One day he was called into Stormwind to speak with the king and a night elf messenger who had just arrived from Darnassus. He arrived at the castle and was ushered into a large room to the side of the throne room, where the king and the messenger were standing around a large table with a map of Ashenvale on it. The king turned to him as he walked up to the table. “Nariil, you’re here. Excellent.” He gestured at the map. It seemed to be divided by color: blue for areas controlled by the Alliance, and red for areas controlled by the Horde. “As you can see, we’re making excellent progress. We’ve retaken Silverwind Refuge, broken the siege on Maestra’s Post, and destroyed Zoram’Gar Outpost. We also expect to take Splintertree Post any day now, barring massive Horde reinforcements, but we’re doing our best to keep them busy in the Barrens to prevent them from sending anyone.” “That’s fantastic news, Your Highness. Is there anything I can do'” The other night elf spoke up. “If I may, King Varian'” The king nodded his assent, and he continued. “To acknowledge your actions against the Scourge in Northrend, and against Deathwing, High Priestess Tyrande and Archdruid Malfurion have decided to allow you some more time to rest. Don’t worry though, they will send for you when they need you.” “Alright. I am rather settled in here, anyways, and would prefer not to leave right away. Thank you for filling me in, it’s wonderful to know we’re taking back Ashenvale. I know we couldn’t have done this without your help, Your Majesty. My people and I are in your debt.” “You and your people are part o the Alliance, Nariil, and the Alliance takes care of its people. I know that your leaders would do the same for us if it was our homeland under attack. Now, I have another meeting that is about to begin, if you wouldn’t mind leaving. Until next time, be well, Nariil.” Nariil bowed and exited, exiting the castle smiling. He left the city and headed back toward home. He entered the house and found Eric and Marcus sitting at the table in the kitchen. Marcus looked a little embarrassed but Eric had a big smile on his face. “Ah, there you are Nariil! Marcus and I have been talking, and we have an… interesting offer for you.” Eric gestured for Nariil to sit down at the table with them. He sat. “Alright… what is it'” “I don’t think you’ll be interested… It’s silly…” Marcus was looking more and more embarrassed. “We’ll let him decide. Nariil, we both know how you feel about Marcus. And I know he still feels the same for you. And to be blunt, I see what he sees in you. I’m becoming pretty attracted to you as well. So… That brings us to the offer. Marcus and I have decided to ask you if you’d like to… become a part of our relationship' A ménage à trois, as it were. I know it’s a bit unorthodox… But the two of us would both like to be with you, and we know at least you would like to be with Marcus.” Nariil was dumbstruck. He wasn’t sure what to say. Yes, he did still want to be with Marcus, and yes, Eric was a wonderful, attractive man that he had felt himself beginning to fall for… But, he’d never considered being non-monogamous. Still… the offer was tempting. “And of course,” Eric said, “There would be other… benefits.” He slipped a hand under the table and touched Nariil on his inner thigh. His cock was almost instantly rock hard. Nariil quickly stood up from the table and started for the door. “I need to… I have to think about it,” he stammered as he exited. Nariil rushed off into the woods and sat down under a tree and caught his breath. He took a moment to clear his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he began to consider it. I love Marcus… And I could definitely see myself feeling the same for Eric… And when he touched me… He undid his pants, letting his manhood pop free. He began to stroke himself with one hand, while the other found his ass, and he began to finger himself. He was about ready to burst when he heard a twig snap, and the moment was gone. “Huh. I thought you might be out here… I found him, Marcus!” Came the low, growling voice of a worgen. “E-Eric! I was… I was just..” The worgen walked over and pulled Nariil to his feet, and pinned him against the tree. Marcus walked up behind him, grinning. “Now now, there’s no need to explain. We both know you want this.”Eric guided Nariil’s hand to the worgen’s crotch, where he felt a massive bulge through the cloth. “Oh, I see by your face that you’re definitely interested now.” The worgen kissed him, then bit him gently on the neck, although not hard enough to break the skin. The worgen tore off the druid’s clothes, then his own shirt. Nariil saw Marcus taking off his clothes as well. Nariil dropped to his knees and undid the worgen’s pants, letting lose the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was almost as long as his forearm, and about half as thick. Nariil started licking and sucking on his balls, then licked the massive shaft from base to head, then opened wide and took as much of it as he could in his mouth. He only managed to get about a third of it in at once, but the worgen started moaning just the same, placing a hand on the back of the druids head, pushing him down on his cock until he gagged before letting go. Then Marcus was standing there as well. “Come on Eric, I get a turn too.” The human had his cock in hand, which while not nearly as big as the worgen’s, was still impressive. Nariil switched to Marcus, and was able to take his cock in his mouth down to the base. He reached over to rub the worgen’s cock while his mouth was busy elsewhere. He went back and forth between them for a while, when the worgen picked him up off the ground and pressed him against the tree. Nariil wrapped his legs around him, and felt the worgens massive manhood pressing against his hole, oozing precum. “This is gonna hurt at first, Nariil,” growled the worgen, “but if Marcus can take it, I’m sure you can…” Marcus grinned at him. “Don’t worry. It’s amazing, just wait.” Nariil had a brief stab of fear as the worgen began to push, but that was gone the second the tip of the cock was inside him. He cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and the worgen slowly slid more of his massive manhood inside him. The sense of pleasure built up more and more as Eric filled him, and by the time it was all the way in he felt almost ready to cum. The worgen began to thrust, slowly at first, then a little faster, then faster. Nariil was soon clinging to the worgens fur, moaning loudly as he was rammed against the tree, his legs wrapped around Eric’s waist. It wasn’t long before the elf came, spraying cum over his own stomach and into the fur of the worgen’s stomach and chest. And not long after that, the worgen sped up, ramming his ass with a reckless abandon that caused Nariil’s mind to go blank except for the amazing feeling of being fucked, his mouth hanging half open. The worgen howled as he came, and Nariil could feel it filling him even further, and as the worgen pulled out he could feel it running down his thigh and dripping to the ground. Eric set him down on his feet, but he stumbled and fell to the ground, landing on his stomach with an “Oomf!” Marcus flipped him onto his back, and knelt with one knee on either side of the druid’s neck, and put a hand on the back of his head. He lifted Nariil’s head up with that hand, and guided his cock into his mouth with the other. Still partially out of it, it took a moment for Nariil to completely register it and began to suck. It didn’t take long at all for the human to cum. Nariil tried to pull his head back but Marcus’s hand prevented him, forcing him to swallow every drop of cum. Then he pulled out and lay down next to Nariil and pulled him into his arms. Then Eric was there as well, lying down the druid’s other side, and wrapped his arms around him as well. “Well… Have you made your decision yet'” The worgen asked slyly. “What do you think'” The druid kissed the worgen, then Marcus. The worgen nuzzled his neck and gave him another soft bite, while Marcus kissed him again and again. They lay there for some time, and Nariil was almost asleep when he felt something poking him. “Well, look at that,” the worgen said. “Looks like my ‘little’ friend is awake.” Then he felt something on the other side as well. “Hey, mine too,” said Marcus. “I guess we’ll just have to do something about that, now won’t we'” The worgen sat up, picked the druid up with one hand, and used the other to wrap his legs around him. Then he felt Marcus behind him. The worgen began to lower him onto his cock. About halfway down, Nariil felt something else poking at his ass… Looking back, he realized what was going on- they meant to both fuck him at once! “Wait, wait a second guys. I can barely take Eric; you won’t both fit at the same time!” “Oh, I’m sure we’ll make it work…” And the worgen did not hesitate. He continued to lower the druid down, and with a pop the second cock was in the druid’s ass. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck….” The druid moaned softly, his hard cock pressing against the worgen’s stomach. He felt like he was going to be torn open, but it felt so damn good… “Mm, you’re so tight…” The worgen began lifting and lowering him faster, closed his teeth around the druid’s neck, almost but not quite breaking the skin. Marcus reached around and started stroking Nariil’s cock, kissing the back of his neck between the worgen’s jaws. None of them lasted as long this time, the three cumming almost simultaneously and collapsing back onto the ground, Nariil sandwiched between worgen and human. He pressed as close to Eric as he could, loving the feel of the worgen’s soft fur, just as Marcus pressed in as close to Nariil on the other side. “Mmm… You two are wonderful…” Nariil quietly muttered. “I love you both,” said Marcus softly. “As do I,” said Eric, in his deep, bestial voice. The three of them slept there tonight, on the forest floor. It was the best any of them had slept for as long as they could remember. And in their sleep, they all had smiles on their faces.

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Chapter 9 - Prisoner of War

Nariil stared up at the towering orc, not daring to speak. “So, what would twenty night elves be doing flying around my tent at night' Surely not an attempt on my life' Are you really that stupid to think you could take on the mighty Garrosh Hellscream'” Garrosh and his guards laughed at the notion. “Well, it looks like you were wrong. And, after questioning your friends who didn’t pass out and determined you were the leader, we killed them.” “No… All of them' You son of a bitch, just wait, your day is coming! The Alliance will-“ Garrosh kicked him in the stomach, knocking the breath from him. “The Alliance will fall, worm. None can stand before the Horde. Not the Night Elves, not the humans, no one!” Nariil simply glared at the orc. Garrosh gestured for his guards to leave. “You know, it’s not every day I have a naked tied up Night Elf on my floor,” said Garrosh. “I may just have to take advantage of this situation.” Nariils eyes widened with fear. “No. No, wait. You don’t mean you’re going to…'” Garrosh laughed and pulled out a dagger. He cut the ropes attaching his hands and feet to each other, but still leaving his hands and feet bound. He picked the druid up and propped him up against the wall of the tent. He undid his armor, revealing the most muscled body Nariil had ever seen. Then he removed his leggings, and revealed the most terrifyingly large cock he had ever seen. A bit longer than his forearm, and as thick, the very sight made his ass hurt. “No, you can’t. That will never fit, you’re going to kill me with-“ The orc backhanded him, knocking him to the side. The orc propped him back up. “Stay silent or I’ll cut out your tongue, elf. Now open wide, or you’ll be sorry.” Nariil hesitated a moment, and opened his mouth. The orc shoved his cock inside as far as he could, which wasn’t very far. It got barely a quarter of the way in before Nariil began to choke, and Garrosh began to thrust. He was quickly frustrated by how shallow he had to stay, so he picked the elf up again and bent him over the cot that served as the Warchief’s bed. “Please, no, you’re going to rip me in half!” Nariil begged for mercy. In return, the massive orc smacked his ass so hard Nariil nearly felt like he’d pass out. He decided to stay silent after that. Garrosh pressed his gigantic cock against Nariil’s ass, and thrust inside as quickly as he could, first a quarter of the way, then half, then three quarters, and finally all the way. Nariil screamed out in pain, tears running down his face. This cock was several inches longer than Eric’s, and twice as thick. The orc fucked him mercilessly, giving his ass a hard smack now and then. He grabbed the druid’s ponytail and pulled back hard, causing his back to arch painfully. The pain of it all made Nariil dizzy. “Fuck your ass is so tight… I may not kill you after all, elf. I could certainly use a bitch like you for stress relief now and then.” Nariil simply sobbed as his ass was rammed over and over again for what felt like hours. Eventually, the thrusts came more quickly, and finally Garrosh pushed in as deep as he could and held for a moment, then pulled out. Nariil felt a gush of cum leave his ass, running down his legs and onto the dirt floor. Nariil looked back at his captor. “P…please, no more…” Garrosh laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m done for now. But what kind of Warchief would I be if I didn’t share the spoils of war with my men'” And Garrosh grabbed the druid’s ponytail and dragged him painfully from the tent towards the main camp. He dumped him in front of a campfire where an orc, a troll and a tauren were sitting. “Here. Use him as you’d like, but don’t kill him. He’s mine.” Garrosh walked back to his tent. “’Ey, look at dis. I haven’t fucked a Night Elf in a long time.” The troll grabbed at his crotch.” The tauren chucked. “Don’t get too excited. I’ve seen Garrosh pissing; I doubt he’ll be particularly tight if he just got fucked by him. Although, he’s small for a night elf. He’ll probably still be a good fuck.” The orc just pulled out his dick and stroked until it got hard. The tauren followed suit. Nariil thanked Elune that his cock was smaller than he had expected, about the same size as Eric’s. Then the orc, who was just a bit smaller than the tauren. The orc cut the ropes binding his hands and feet. The tauren picked him up and pulled him onto his lap. “Alright, elf. Ride me. I’m not doing the work here, and if you do a bad job, you bet your ass Garrosh will hear.” Nariil took a deep breath and lowered himself onto the tauren’s cock. After Garrosh, this was far easier. He started riding the tauren, raising himself up and down. “Look at me, bitch. Tell me you want my cock inside you.” Nariil looked away and stayed silent, and the tauren slapped him. “Y…your cock feels so good inside me, sir. Please, don’t hit me again.” The tauren chucked. “You’re a lucky little bitch, aren’t you' Thank me for letting you ride my cock.” “Thank you, sir. I don’t deserve your cock.” Nariil was nearly in tears. The tauren tossed him onto the ground and then pulled him up so he was on his hands and knees. He started fucking him hard now, causing Nariil to grunt with each thrust. The troll then thrust his cock into his mouth, and Nariil had no choice but to suck. The orc walked over and shoved the troll aside and put his in instead. They made him switch between them for a while, then the tauren picked him up and propped him up against the log he had been sitting on. The three stood in front of Nariil, jacking off. The three came almost simultaneously. The tauren caught him straight in the face, the massive amount of cum nearly covering it fully. The troll and orc got him on the stomach and chest. The tauren ran two of his fingers through the cum on Nariil’s face, and held them in front of his mouth. “Clean my fingers, elf. Lick my cum off like the little slut you are.” Nariil complied, licking and sucking the cum off the taurens fingers. The tauren then picked him up and slung him over his shoulder. “Gonna have to get you cleaned up before we bring you back to the Warchief. He won’t want his new slut covered in other men’s cum.” Nariil found himself dumped in a trough of water. The tauren ordered him to clean himself, and he did. Once he was finished, the tauren tied him up again and carried him back to Garrosh’s tent. “Where should I leave him, Warchief'” “Just dump him in the corner. He’ll sleep in the dirt. Druid’s like dirt, don’t they'” Garrosh laughed. The tauren laughed as well, and tossed Nariil roughly to the floor in the corner of the tent and left. Garrosh knelt down and slapped his ass, less painfully this time. “You and I are going to have a great time together, elf. Be a good little bitch, and you won’t get hurt. Disobey, and you’ll be an example for your people.” Garrosh turned away and extinguished the candles in the tent, and went to sleep. Nariil couldn’t sleep that night. He simply lay there, thinking of Marcus and Eric, wondering what they would do when they heard this news. For the first time in a long time, he found himself dreading the morning.

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Chapter 4 - Loving by the Lake

It was dark when Nariil awoke, still in Marcus’s arms. He could hear him breathing, and feel it on the back of his neck. He gently released himself from his lover’s arms, stood up and stretched. He looked down at Marcus and smiled. I’ve wanted this for so long now, he thought. I never thought this could happen… Quietly, Nariil exited the house into the night, and walked over to the shore of the lake. The moon was full, giving everything an almost mystical appearance. Reaching the shore, he took of his clothing and piled it in the grass before wading into the water. He continued out until he could no longer stand, and stuck his head under water, and bathed. After a few moments he was done, and climbed onto a rock by the shore and lay down. His mind wandered back to his time with Marcus that afternoon, and before long his hand wandered to his crotch… After all, he thought, I “helped” him, but not myself… Thinking of Marcus, his cock quickly hardened and he began to stroke it. With his other hand he reached down and cupped his balls, and gently massaged them. It didn’t take long for him to climax, squirting cum all over his stomach and chest. He slid his finger across them, gathering some up, then licked it off. “Having fun without me, are you'” came the voice from behind him. Nariil sat up and turned around, and saw Marcus. “Ah… I wanted to go for a swim, and you were still asleep… And I just started thinking about earlier and… I couldn’t help myself.” He shrugged. Marcus walked over and climbed onto the rock, and sat down next to Nariil. He put an arm around him, pulled him close and kissed him. Marcus stopped just long enough to get his shirt off, then pushed his lover onto his back and climbed on top of him, kissing and gently biting his neck. He worked his way down, kissing his chest, biting the elf’s nipples, then down more, kissing his belly button, then worked his way down past his cock and balls where his tongue found its target… Marcus began working Nariils asshole with his tongue, swirling around the rim and pushing just slightly inside. Nariil began to moan softly and his back arched as his cock began to re-harden. “Oh, Marcus… Don’t stop…” “Don’t worry, Nariil. I’m just getting started!” Then he moved his mouth back to his lovers cock, licking it from his balls to the tip, then took It into his mouth, down to the base. Then he took his hand, and slowly slid two fingers into Nariil’s hole. “Mmm, Nariil,” he whispered, stopping his work for a moment, “you’re so tight… This isn’t your first time, is it'” The silence he got in response was all the answer he needed. Marcus got up to his knees, and flipped Nariil over onto his stomach. He climbed on top of him, and positioned himself, pushing the tip of his cock gently against his lover’s virgin hole. He slowly pushed himself in, which brought a long, low moan from the night elf’s throat. Marcus began fucking him slowly at first, but sped up steadily. Nariil couldn’t think straight. His was a world of pleasure, moaning softly as he was filled by his lover. He tried to reach under himself to stroke his cock, but at this point, the steady thrusts of his lover kept him pinned to the rock. Before long, though, he found himself climaxing simply from being fucked, and he closed his eyes and surrendered to the ecstasy of it all. Shortly after, Marcus’s thrusts became shorter and shallower, then he just held for a moment, before collapsing down on Nariil’s back. Nariil managed to turn himself over, though he was still under Marcus. Marcus once more began to kiss and bite at his neck for a few moments, before rolling off onto his back, panting heavily. “Fuck, Nariil… That was amazing…” He paused and looked over at the elf. “I love you, Nariil. And from now on, that amazing ass of yours is going to be all mine…” Nariil closed his eyes and smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…” Marcus wrapped his arms around Nariil and pulled him close, and the two stared silently up at the moon and stars.

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Chapter 5 - Return

About an hour had passed in silence, when it was broken by a loud crack of thunder, and it began to rain. Marcus immediately stood up, and then offered a hand down to Nariil, who looked a bit confused. “Come on, we’re going to get soaked if we stay out here. Let’s go inside.” Nariil just stretched. “A little rain never hurt anyone… It’s so refreshing. I could sleep out here tonight.” Marcus crossed his arms. “Come on now. Don’t make me carry you.” Nariil simply closed his eyes. “Alright, I warned you…” Marcus reached down and picked Nariil up and hung him over his shoulder. “You’re such a spoilsport, Marcus. Come on, put me down!” Marcus just kept walking, though. He carried him back into the house, up the stairs and dropped him on the bed. Before Nariil knew what was happening Marcus was fucking him again, but this time he only lasted about a minute before climaxing, then rolled onto his side and fell asleep almost immediately. Nariil stared out the window at the storm for a bit before falling asleep, and it seemed like just moments later before he jolted awake at a sound. Light was streaming through the window and he could hear birds chirping outside, and then the noise came again. Someone was knocking at the front door. He looked over at Marcus, who looked about as deeply asleep as possible. Sighing, Nariil pulled on some pants and walked downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He opened the door, and there was a man. He was about six feet tall, with red hair tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing battered plate armor with the lion of Stormwind emblazoned on the front, and holding his helmet under his arm. He’d tied a horse to the fence by the path in front of the house. The man looked utterly confused to see Nariil there, and just stood there staring at him. “Can I (yawn) help you'” Nariil asked. The man hesitated for a moment before speaking. “It’s been a while, I might have the wrong house… Does Marcus still live here'” “Yes, of course. He’s asleep, though. I didn’t want to wake him up. He had a… late night.” Nariil blushed slightly thinking about it. The man did not look like he understood, but didn’t press the matter. “Well… Do you think you could get him for me' It’s quite important.” “Who shall I tell him wants to see him'” The man simply replied, “Eric.” Nariil’s jaw dropped. “You’re… He… I’ll… I’ll just go get him, then.” And he rushed upstairs. “Marcus!” He shook the sleeping paladin, attempting to wake him up. “Ngh...” Marcus grumbled. “Not… yet… five more minutes…” Sighing, Nariil slapped him sharply. “This is important, damnit. You’ve got a visitor.” Scowling, Marcus sat up, rubbing his cheek where he’d been slapped. “It had better be the damn king himself to warrant that, Nariil.” “Not the king. There’s a man at the door who introduced himself as Eric.” Marcus’s eyes went wide, and he darted out of the bedroom without even bothering to put on clothes. Nariil followed him downstairs and leaned on the stairs railing to see what was going on outside. Eric looked visibly upset to see Marcus. “So… You’ve got a half naked elf in your house, and you run out to greet me naked' Is this what it looks like'” “Eric, they told me you were dead! They told me everyone in Southshore had been killed by the Forsaken! I did wait but… It’s been over a year…” Eric sighed. “I managed to escape into Silverpine, trying to get to Gilneas, but the damn undead captured me. They did preform some terrible experiments on me, and I only barely managed to escape about a month ago. I… suppose I can’t be mad at you for moving on, but this raises the question… What happens now'” At this point, Nariil walked out the door. Barely containing his tears, he spoke. “I’ll tell you what happens now. I’ll go. I was only supposed to stay long enough to secure the kings support for the war in Ashenvale… I just…” His voice broke, and he glanced over at Marcus. “I love you, Marcus, but I can’t come between the two of you.” Nariil turned back inside and started upstairs to gather his things. While packing, he heard footsteps behind him, and turned to the door to see Eric standing there. “I’m sorry about this… I know this can’t be easy for you. You’re Nariil, yes' Marcus spoke of you often after the two of you fought the Lich King together.” Nariil turned back to his packing. “Yes, that’s me. And… don’t worry about it. It was silly for me to think I could be with Marcus to begin with. I’m the one who should be sorry, after all, I slept with your partner…” “Don’t give me that. I know Marcus, and I’d bet all the gold in Booty Bay that he was the one who started the whole thing.” “Well… yes…” Nariil sighed. “You don’t have to go, Nariil. You and Marcus are such good friends; even if you can’t be together romantically it shouldn’t end that. I’m sure he’d let you stay here, if you still wanted to, although I would understand if you wouldn’t be comfortable with that.” Nariil paused for a moment. “You’d be alright having someone who is in love with your partner living in the same house with the two of you'” Eric shrugged. “I think you’ll be able to control yourself. Marcus told me you were a druid. You’re all about balance and calm, aren’t you'” Eric smirked. Nariil couldn’t help but laugh. “Well… I would hate to leave. Lover or no, Marcus is my best friend and I couldn’t stand to lose that.” “Far be it from me to come between friends. If you give your word you won’t try to keep up this… thing… with Marcus, you have my blessing to stay.” Nariil turned and smiled. “Thank you. I’ll start unpacking again. And Eric, I won’t forget this. If you need anything from me, just ask.” Eric smiled back. “Of course. I’ll leave you to it, Marcus and I have about a years worth of catching up to do…”

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Chapter 6 - Revelation

Nariil found the next few weeks incredibly awkward. Eric and Marcus were, understandably, inseparable. He was happy for Marcus, but something about Eric just seemed off. There was something odd about his eyes that he couldn’t put his finger on, and just about every night Nariil would wake up to the sound of him leaving the house. He thought about bringing it all up with Marcus, but decided against it. Finally his curiosity got the better of him. One night, when Nariil heard Eric leaving the house, Nariil waited about five minutes, shifted into his cat form, and followed him into the woods. He tracked him by smell- and immediately realized something was very off about it. He simply didn’t smell human, but once again he couldn’t quite say what the smell was. Then, another smell overpowered the one he was tracking- the scent of a wolf. Nariil immediately thought of Eric. One human, alone and unarmed, would have a difficult time fighting off a wolf. He picked up the pace, heading in the direction the scent had been in. Nariil heard the howl. It wasn’t a normal howl, he could tell that at once. Worse, it was coming from where he estimated Eric to be. He began to sprint, and shortly burst into a clearing. And there was Eric. Or what had to be Eric, anyways. Nariil had seen worgen before, so he instantly recognized what it was. Nariil shifted back to his normal elven form, and walked forward slowly. “Eric…' Is that you'” Clearly startled, the worgen quickly spun around to see who was there. In a low, growling voice, he said, “…Nariil. I should have figured it would be you who found me out. Curiosity killed the cat, as they always say. Not that I’m going to kill you…” “Does Marcus know about this, Eric'” “Of course not. Do you really think he’d stay with me if he knew what I am now' I don’t care what the Gilneans say, this is in fact a curse, not a blessing. Besides… I’m still trying to master being able to change at will. That’s why I come out here, it tends to happen at night… Out here I can practice in privacy. Or should I say could'” “Don’t be ridiculous. Once you’ve mastered it, it’s pretty much like being a shapeshifter, like I am. Only with less options. And, I mean, Marcus went for me, didn’t me' I’m sure he’ll stay with you. At any rate, you need to be honest with him and tell him about this. He’ll find out sooner or later, I’m sure.” Eric sighed. “You’re probably right… But I’m not quite ready to tell him yet. I’d like to get this whole transformation thing a bit more under control before revealing it.” Nariil thought for a moment. “Well… I might be able to help you with that. My ability to shapeshift is a natural gift, but one that took much practice to master. It’s possible the techniques my shan’do taught me to help you get the hang of it.” “You really think you can help' I certainly wouldn’t turn it down. You have no idea how frustrating it is, the slightest change in mood can set off the change. I need to get this down.” “The best thing I can think of that would help is simple meditation. You need to let go of your worries about it, and try to maintain a state of calm. It should help you when you feel that you’re about to change, and I believe it should even help you learn to shift at will.” Eric nodded. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Thank you, Nariil. I can see why Marcus values you so much as a friend.” Nariil smiled. “I do what I can. Now, why not begin now'” The next few weeks, Nariil and Eric would head off into the woods at night for Eric’s practice. Nariil thought he was making progress astonishingly quickly, but Eric still thought the process painfully slow, but did not quit. About two months into the training, Eric finally got it down. He could not only keep himself from changing during a mood swings that came so often with being a worgen, but could shift at will. “Nariil, I can’t believe I can finally do this. Thank you so much. I’ll find some way to repay you for this, I swear.” “Really, Eric, don’t worry about it. I consider you a friend now, especially after all this time we’ve spent together, and what are friends for if not helping each other'” “Say what you like, I will find a way to repay you.” Nariil shrugged. “Suit yourself. So, are you ready to tell Marcus'” “I think so. Would you mind being there' I feel like I may need some support doing this.” “Of course I will. Now come on, let’s go home. We’ll tell him in the morning.” Morning came. Nariil was the first one awake. He dressed and made his way downstairs, and decided that this morning he’d cook breakfast for everyone. The smell of food quickly woke up Marcus, and Eric was not far behind. The two sat down at the table and Marcus mumbled a thank you to Nariil for cooking, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. They ate breakfast in silence, although Nariil kept glancing at Eric, who seemed to be avoiding his gaze. Once everyone had finished eating, Nariil decided to break the ice. “So, Eric and I had an interesting conversation last night.” “Oh, really' What about'” Marcus seemed only vaguely interested, still not fully awake. “That’s really up for him to say. Why don’t you tell him, Eric'” Eric sighed, and looked to Nariil, who smiled and nodded encouragingly. “Marcus…” he hesitated, but Nariil patted his shoulder and he seemed to gain some courage. “Marcus I haven’t been honest with you since I’ve been back. There’s a reason that I was able to escape Hillsbrad…” he took a deep breath. “I’m a worgen.” Marcus looked confused for a moment. “What' Why would you keep that from me'” “Because until now, I had no control over it. You probably noticed I disappeared occasionally' Ever since I was turned, I’ve had these terrible mood swings… And until recently, whenever that would happen I would start to change… I couldn’t control it. But, Nariil saw me leaving the house one night a couple of months ago and followed me, and saw what I was. He helped me learn to control it, so now I don’t have to worry about the mood swings, and I can change at will. And… I thought if you knew I was a worgen, you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore…” “Don’t be ridiculous, Eric. I love you. So you’re a worgen' What does it matter' You’re still you!” Marcus got up and embraced Eric. The two began to kiss, and Nariil decided this was probably a good time to excuse himself, so he left the house smiling, feeling that he’d done a good deed.

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Chapter 8 - Capture

The following weeks passed in a blur of love and sex. There were days where Nariil could hardly walk, having been fucked many times in one night by his lovers. He had never been as happy in his life as he was now, going to sleep each night between Marcus and Eric, snuggled between the soft fur of the worgen and the muscular form of the human. Everything was going wonderfully. Then came the letter. The envelope identified it as from Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune, and leader of the Night Elf people. Nariil knew what it would mean before he even read it. “What do you mean you have to leave'” Eric demanded. “She can’t force you to go!” “You have to stay. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Marcus was visibly distraught. Nariil sighed. “She can’t force me, but I’m going. I asked her to call me back if I was needed, and apparently I am. The leader of the group of druids fighting in Ashenvale was killed, and she and Archdruid Malfurion think I’m the best choice to replace her. It’s really just for show, the war in Ashenvale is all but won, according to the reports King Varian has been showing me. I shouldn’t be gone more than a month or two.” “When do you leave'” Eric asked dejectedly. “It says I’m to report to Astranaar as soon as possible, so I suppose today.” Nariil didn’t really have anything he needed to bring with him other than his leather armor, so he just put that on. His lovers walked with him to the docks in silence. When they reached the boat, they both embraced him in turn. “Stay safe,” Eric whispered. “Come back as soon as you can, Nariil.” Marcus hugged him again. “If anything happens to you…” “I’ll be fine, you two. I probably won’t even see combat. And even if I do, I was part of the force that fought its way through Icecrown Citadel to kill the Lich King, and part of the force that broke the siege of Wyrmrest Temple and killed Deathwing. I think I can handle a few orcs.” The three said their final goodbyes, and Nariil boarded the ship. As it departed, he watched his two lovers fade into the distance until he could no longer see them. The voyage took a few days. Upon arriving at Rut’theran village, he hired a hippogryph to take him to astranaar. That journey took a few hours, and he landed at Astranaar. He wound his way to the inn, which was serving as the headquarters for the combined Night Elf and human forces. The Night Elves were being led by Shandris Feathermoon, General of the Sentinel Army. She shook his hand when he arrived. “You must be Nariil. I’ve heard great things about you from Tyrande and Malfurion. Anyone with your experience is a welcome addition to this fight.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shandris. Tyrande and Malfurion have spoken well of you also. But, we should get down to business. Where am I needed'” Shandris led him over to a table with a map spread over it. She pointed to Splintertree Post. “Yesterday, we received word from our forces besieging Splintertree that a force led by Garrosh Hellscream himself broke the siege and resecured the Post. Our intelligence also tells us he intends to march against Astranaar soon. As druids, you and your team can pose as the local wildlife, and hopefully ambush and kill Hellscream once he leads his forces against us. Without him, leadership should pass to Vol’Jin, who has been a vocal critic of Hellscream and his policies ever since Thrall chose him as his replacement as Warchief. He should be much easier to negotiate with, and hopefully we can end the war without much further bloodshed.” Nariil was surprised. “I was told the war here was all but won. Although I suppose when the son of Grom Hellscream wants something done, he will do it himself. He won’t be an easy kill, I fear. He’ll be surrounded by the Kor’korn, the best soldiers the Horde has. How many druids will I have under my command'” “There will be twenty of you in all. All very experienced and proven in battle. They’re the best we have to offer. And with you leading them, you should be able to take him out and retreat before the rest of the force knows what’s hit them. We’ll need you to leave immediately, since we don’t know exactly when the orcs intend to move.” “Very well. Tell my team to meet me by the bridge, we’ll fly over there as soon as possible.” They bowed to each other and said their goodbyes, and Nariil walked to the bridge out of town and waited a few minutes before his squad appeared. He explained the mission, and they shifted into birds and began to fly. Nariil’s plan was simple. Fly over the horde until they had an opportunity to strike, then shift back into birds and escape. It would be simple, or so he hoped. They hadn’t even arrived at Splintertree when they encountered the Horde host. Nariil spotted Garrosh fairly quickly, but he was in the middle of the army and it would have been impossible to kill him with so many others around. So they waited. Night fell, and the orcs halted and began to set up a camp. Garrosh and the Kor’kron set up a little bit away from the rest of the army, and Nariil and his druids began to circle, waiting for the majority of the activity around the camp to subside. Finally it seemed as if their opportunity had arrived. Nariil chirped the signal to attack. That was when the first druid let out a loud squawk and plummeted from the sky. Suddenly the druids started falling, Nariil felt a blinding pain in his head, and then sensed himself falling. The last thing he felt was a painful crunch as he hit the ground in his elven form. Nariil awoke. Before opening his eyes, he tried to assess the situation. He could feel that he was hogtied, lying on his side in the dirt. His armor was gone, as were his clothes. Then he opened his eyes. He was in a tent. He saw two orcs guarding the entry flap. He turned his head slowly, trying to see what he could before it was noticed that he was awake. But at that moment, one of the guards happened to look his way. The orc said something to his companion in their crude tongue, and left. A few moments later, Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Horde, Son of Grom, entered the tent, with a wide grin on his face. “Now now,” he said. “What do we have here'”

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Chapter 11 - A (very) Brief Intermission

Marcus heard a knock at the door. He went to answer it, and found a messenger standing outside. “Letter for you, sir,” the young man said, handing him an envelope. Marcus tipped the boy and sent him off. He was surprised to see the letter had the Darnassian seal on it. “Hey, Eric, come here. I think Nariil’s sent us a letter!” He sat down at the table and waited for Eric to appear. Eric walked down the stairs and sat down by Marcus. “Well, don’t just sit there. Open it.” Marcus broke the seal. The letter was short. This letter is being sent to you because king Wrynn tells me you are incredibly close to Nariil. It is my unfortunate duty to inform you of the circumstances. Nariil was on a mission for us when he was captured by the Horde, and is believed to be the personal prison of Warchief Garrosh Hellscream himself. We are working to secure his release, but so far have met with no success. Nariil is a good friend of mine as well, and I promise you I shall not rest until he is freed. I will keep you updated with any further news. ~Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune Shocked, Marcus dropped the letter. Eric picked it up and read it. “No,” Eric stated simply. “It can’t be true. She’s mistaken, it must be some other druid…” “Damnit, why did we let him go' I knew something like this would happen.”Marcus buried his face in his hands. “This is bad… You know Garrosh’s reputation. What if he kills him' What if-“ “Don’t you dare say that, Marcus!” Eric interrupted. “You read the letter… They’ll free him. They’ll do something. Maybe an exchange of prisoners, maybe they’ll cede some land… maybe... maybe….” “It’s clear what we have to do, you know. We need to get to Darnassus and meet with Tyrande. We have to help somehow; we can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Marcus slammed his palm down on the table. “You’re right. We need to go to the docks and find a ship.” Eric paused. “Get your armor and weapons. I have a feeling we’ll need them once we’re there.” Marcus and Eric gathered their weapons and armor, and a few other possessions, and headed off to the city. They bought passage on a ship headed for Rut’theran village, and set off.

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Chapter 14 - Vacation

Nariil woke the next morning before dawn to something poking him sharply in the lower back. He tried to roll over, but Eric had him in a vice grip, and by the sound of the Worgen’s snoring he wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. Waking up fully, he realized what it was. Nariil thought Eric must be having a very good dream, then. He thought about what he could do about it. He didn’t want to wake him up. He couldn’t roll over. Then he had an idea. He reached back and managed to undo the worgen’s pants, freeing his manhood. Then he pulled his own pants down just enough to expose his ass. He took hold of the worgen’s cock and moved it into position. He took a deep breath, and slowly pushed himself back against it, driving it into his hole. The worgen grunted in his sleep, tightened his already nearly crushing grip on the elf, and began to thrust, and gave Nariil’s neck a lick. The worgen started sleep-fucking him, still snoring slightly, but with little grunts in between snores as he thrust. The worgen was being surprisingly gentle. This was the first time he’d fucked Nariil that he hadn’t simply pounded away with reckless abandon. Nariil closed his eyes and moaned softly, and the worgen nuzzled into his neck while fucking him. The elf reached down to his own crotch, and began stroking his cock. Eric sped up, still being much more gentle than usual, and came, filling Nariil’s ass with cum. A few seconds later Nariil came as well. The worgen pulled him even closer, and Nariil was almost having trouble breathing. He decided this was the time to wake him up, before he suffocated. “Uh… Eric' Wake up. Eric!” Eric mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake. Nariil sighed, and then shouted. “ERIC!” The worgen woke up startled, sitting straight up. “Huh' What… What’s going on'” He yawned loudly, and looked over at Nariil. “And why is your ass leaking cum'” “Well… You woke me up with that thing, poking me in the back. So, I decided to… help you out. I have to say, as much as I love how you usually fuck me, you’re a lot gentler in your sleep. You should try that when you’re awake.” “Hmf. But Nariil, I’m a worgen. I like it ruff.” He chucked to himself. Nariil swatted him on the nose. “That, my love, was the absolute worst joke I have ever heard.” The worgen laughed. “Ah, come on. Throw a dog a bone!” Nariil got up. “That’s it, I’m leaving. I don’t want to hear this. “Ah, come on. Lighten up.” Eric stood up as well. He walked around the bed and hugged Nariil. “You really liked it being gentler, huh'” Nariil nodded the affirmative. “Well, I guess I can give it a try next time.” He gave his lover a kiss. “Excellent. Now, I love you Eric but you’ve been crushing me all night. I love it when you’re holding me, but I need some breathing room.” Nariil pulled away. The worgen looked a little disappointed. “Alright. It’s not my fault I enjoy holding you. I think it’s because you’re smaller than most night elves. Like a teddy bear. But you know, night elf.” Nariil rolled his eyes. “Come on, I’m not THAT short.” “Honey, you’re like a full head and a half shorter than the average night elf. That’s kinda short.” The druid sighed. “I guess. Still, my whole race can’t be seven feet tall and buff. Some of us have to be short. You know, statistically. Besides, you’re the great one to hug. All that fur. You’re so soft.” Eric laughed. “Well, it does give you something to hold on to when you’re riding my cock, I suppose.” The two dressed and walked downstairs for their first breakfast without Marcus. The two ate in silence. “So, what should we do today'” asked Nariil once they were finished. “Well, we could always go back upstairs…” suggested the ever-horny worgen. “The sun is barely up and you’ve already fucked me once. It’s not entirely my fault you weren’t awake to enjoy it.” “Fine. What do you want to do'” Nariil thought about it. “Well, Marcus will be gone indefinitely. Why don’t we go for a trip as well'” “That could work. Where would you want to go'” “Hmm. Well… I hear Stranglethorn can be nice. If you can stand the goblins, anyways.” “No. I can’t stand the little bastards. You know, we could always just go to Darnassus. The only time I’ve been able to visit was meeting with Tyrande to plan our rescue of you. It’s a beautiful city, I would like to actually be able to enjoy it for a while.” “That actually sounds nice,” said Nariil. “Everywhere on Teldrassil is beautiful, there’s no way a tour could stop in Darnassus.” “Excellent. This should be nice. It’s been forever since I was able to take a trip that wasn’t in response to some kind of crisis. Let’s leave as soon as possible; I want to get my mind off of Marcus not being here. You head down to the docks and see when the next ship will be sailing. I’ll stay back and pack, and write a letter to Marcus, so he’ll know where we are.” Nariil walked into Stormwind and over to the docks. He learned that a ship would be leaving that afternoon, and it would be fairly inexpensive to buy passage. He paid the captain, and returned to the house to tell Eric. “Excellent. I was afraid we’d have to wait a day or two.” Eric was just finishing the packing. “Yeah, this will be nice. I haven’t had a chance to enjoy Darnassus myself since before the Lich King fell. After that, it was straight to fighting the Horde for a month, then defending Hyjal… then taking the fight to Deathwing.” “Well, I can’t boast quite as impressive a resume, but I was fighting the Forsaken for some time. It’s been a long time without a vacation for me as well.” The two headed back to the docks, Eric insisting on carrying their luggage, not that they brought much more than clothes. They boarded the ship and were given a room to share. The trip took a few days. On the rare occasion that Eric would let him leave the room, the crew and other passengers gave him strange looks. Nariil could only suspect that he and Eric were being louder than was appropriate… Arriving at Rut’theran village, the captain and crew did not seem sad to see them go. In fact, Nariil thought they seemed rather relieved. He couldn’t help but blush every time one of them looked at him. Eric, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the situation. Once off the ship, they headed for the portal linking Rut’theran to Darnassus, and took it up. They located the inn, and paid for a room. They paid for a week up front, being unsure how long they would be staying. Once they got settled, it was approaching evening. “Well, should we just head to bed, or is there something you’d like to do before that'” asked Eric, putting away the last of the clothing. “Oh, just follow me.” Nariil led Eric out of the building, across a series of stone bridges towards the edge of the city. A small river ran from the lake Darnassus was situated on towards the edge of the tree, and at the edge a rather beautiful waterfall tumbled down to the ocean below. Nariil sat down on the edge, and Eric did the same. “This city is incredibly beautiful. Did you grow up here'” “No,” replied Nariil. “I grew up in Ashenvale. That seems like so long ago now. It seems like yesterday when my people had no idea the Alliance or Horde even existed.” “Wait, what' How old are you'” “I’m only two hundred… I’m not that old. Tyrande and Malfurion are over ten thousand years old. Although, we’re no longer immortal after the Battle for Mount Hyjal.” “Wow. You don’t look older than twenty.” Eric looked him up and down. “I have to say, it’s kind of odd knowing I’ve been fucking someone about eight times my age.” “Well, I’m essentially twenty. Our ageing process is strange. Do Malfurion or Tyrande look ten thousand to you' To mean, it doesn’t look like they’re more than forty.” “True…” Eric put an arm around Nariil. “Sometime you’ll have to tell me about that battle. Hard to imagine humans fighting alongside orcs.” “Sometime. But not tonight. Let’s just enjoy the sunset…” Nariil leaned against Eric, and gazed over the cliff into the distance. “I love you, Eric. I’m so glad we decided to do this. “So am I, Nariil. You and I have never really had any alone time. It will be wonderful to spend some time with just you. I love you too. Eric pulled Nariil closer, and closed his eyes, breathing in the cool evening air. Nariil soon fell asleep against his lover, and Eric gently picked him up and carried him back to the inn, where he laid him down on the bed. Gazing down at the elf, Eric thought about how lucky he was to have Nariil and Marcus. He lay down next to the elf, and smiled as he put his arms around him. This was going to be a good trip, he thought, and drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 2 - Unintentional Attraction chaper 2

Aethas opened his eyes, vaguely remembering the previous night... a memory which was made all the more real by the weight of the elf lying on top of him. He smiled for a moment, remembering how wonderful it had been, although he had never imagined his first time with a man. After a few moments of lying there silently, Naril stirred and opened his amber eyes, and gazed into his own, smiling. “good morning, Naril” the young warlock said softly. “Good morning to you as well, Aethas,” another smile between them and Naril was up, but not before giving Aethas a kiss on the lips. “Would you like something to eat?” “Yes, please, I’m starving”. He didn’t realize it, but he hadn’t eaten since the morning before, it seemed like an eternity ago now… he watched as Naril walked to the small kitchen and lit a fire in the stove, and began to prepare some eggs and some deer meat. His stomach growled loudly at the delicious smell of it. Naril laughed and looked over. “I’m glad someone likes my cooking. My cat won’t come near it.” He gestured out the window, where his nightsaber was eating a freshly killed deer while his horse watched in from a distance. Aethas laughed and walked over to the older man. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks for offering, but its actually about done… after breakfast, though, there are some things id like you to help me with if you don’t mind.” “Not at all.” They ate breakfast in silence, smiling at each other through most of it, and when they were done eating, they went outside. “Well, Aethas, as you no doubt know, the orcs to the south are cutting down the forest left and right, they have even enlisted goblins to build monstrous machines to cut down trees at frightening speed.” Aethas nodded. It was common knowledge, even as far away as Stormwind. “What I’d like you to do, is help me sneak in and try to sabotage them a bit. I do it now and again, and it sets them back for a while, and I figure with two of us…” “Of course! I’d be happy to help with that, but… I’m much more effective if I bring Nalham, he’s more of a friend than a slave, and I’m much stronger when he’s with me, so if you’ll met me summon him…” “I see no issue with you bringing the imp along, go ahead,” the elder druid kindly said. “Thank you.” He said a quick incantation and was greeted with a somewhat less irate imp than normal, rather happy to see him. “Aethas! Master! You ok? I was worried when I was banished!” Aethas smiled at the small green creature. “Everything’s fine. The elf turns out to be quite friendly, you know, and we’re going to go help him out with a few things.” The imp nodded happily as Naril watched it closely. “Adorably things, aren’t imps? They almost seem harmless…” the druid said with a wry smile. An hour later, they were sneaking through the woods at the edge of the large logging camp the Warsong orcs had set up. Naril whispered to both Aethas and Nalham, “You can both conjure fire, I want you both to set fire to their stored lumber, the machinery, anything you can, then meet me back here in ten minutes, I’m going after the foreman.” And with those parting words, he swiftly shifted into a panther and slunk into the woods. Aethas and Nalham split up as well, Aethas heading toward the more heavily guarded portion of the encampment. He got to a position where he could aim a spell well, and cast an immolation spell on a pile of logs which quickly spread to the nearby buildings and machinery. To his disappointment, as he watched it burn, a few of what he could only guess were shamans ran over and began to call the power of the elements to extinguish the fire. As he turned to try to leave the area of quickly gathering orcs, a strong arm grabbed him around the neck and grabbed him back into the clearing. The orc that grabbed him yelled something in orcish, then looked at him and grinned, and said in poor common, “You regret real soon,” and punched him square in the jaw, causing him to scream in pain. His mind was a whirlwind. This isn’t happening, no, no, Naril will save me, he thought, he has to, I know it, he won’t let this happen… but even as he thought that, another few orcs walked over, talking excitedly in orcish, grinning happily at the human cowering at their feet. They stared at him almost hungrily, and the one that appeared to be in charge undid his pants, and his cock fell out… which terrified Aethas. An orc cock, as it turned out, was a different thing than a night elf one. For one, it was longer. And another thing, it was more than a bit thicker. “Please,” he said, hoping they could understand, and more importantly, would care, “I can’t do this, don’t make me do this…!” The orcs simply laughed at this, and the one with his cock out had started stroking it, and it quickly got hard, and soon after that it was forced into his mouth. The orc fucking his mouth obviously had never dealt with a smaller creature before, treating him as roughly as he probably would one of his own kind, and as his mouth was violated one of the other orcs bound his hands. This has to be a dream… It isn’t happening, there isn’t a massive orc raping me… but then a sharp slap to his ass made him realize that he was, indeed, awake. Again and again the spanking came, laughter erupting from the orcs each time. Right as the hardest slap yet landed, the orc pulled back, and came all over his face, covering his face with his load, which also amused the orcs greatly. After this, he was shifted unceremoniously onto his hands and knees, as another orc took the leaders spot at his mouth, and the leader moved back to his ass, slapping his ass a few times before forcing his cock in, causing Aethas to try to scream in pain, even with the massive orc cock in his mouth. Tears running down his face as he was fucked ruthlessly in both holes, he prayed for someone- anyone- to rescue him, he didn’t care who. The worst part was that despite the pain… ever since the orc had started fucking his ass, he’d felt his cock starting to harden, which made him feel sick. He didn’t want to like this! His stiffening cock didn’t escape the notice of the orcs, either. One of them pointed it out, and they all laughed at him, and one of kneeled down next to him and started to rub his hard member, and he forced himself to close his eyes… and think of something… anything… else! He thought of Naril…. He felt betrayed, for this, but at the same time, he knew it wasn’t his fault. Not directly, at least. And… he was a nice man… “if I get out of this,” he thought, “I’m never leaving his sight again.”…. but his thoughts were shattered by two consecutive loads, one in his ass, and one all over his face. He was expecting more, but now they just tied him to a pole, and left him. Peons walked by, pointing and laughing sometimes, but mostly he was ignored. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, hands tied to a pole, covered in orc cum, waiting for who knows what. Night fell, and once again, he had that feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes, looked into the forest, praying to the gods he had no faith in for Naril… or anyone who would help him. As he stared, a sleek panther bounded out of the forest toward him, and before he could react, cut the ropes with its claws, and shifted back into its normal form… Naril. “Aethas, I am so sorry! This is all my fault!” he grabbed the tired, beaten, and raped boy, picked him up, and ran. The last thing Aethas remembered was angry shouting in orcish. He hurt. Everywhere. At least he was on a bed, thought the warlock. A…. bed….? His eyes burst open, to find himself back in Naril’s house, but with the elder druid nowhere in sight. He could only manage to sit up, the pain was too much to stand. Looking down, he saw bruises all over himself, and he started to remember what had happened the last time he could remember…. Orcs… rape… beatings… he cleared his mind. That wasn’t important right now, as fantastic as that seemed. He called out the druids name, but all that came out was a hoarse rasp. He forced himself up onto his feet and he stumbled outside, grabbing the small fence outside of the house to stabilize himself. He tried calling out again, but still only rasps came out. Looking, he saw his horse, but not Naril’s nightsaber. Trying to calm himself, he went back inside and got back in bed. “I’m sure he’s just visiting town or something,” he whispered to himself. “he wouldn’t just leave me here alone for long….” And before he knew it, he was asleep. He awoke the next morning feeling much stronger, and able to walk. He was able to search the immediate area around the house for Naril, but found nothing. “This just is not right….” He was really starting to worry now. The hours went by as he sat in front of the house, expecting any second Naril to come through the trees and sweep him off his feet. Eventually he had to eat, so he went inside and had some bread, but that was all he could eat. He spent the rest of the day watching for the druid who had saved his life, but to no avail. Once night fell he was exhausted, and had no choice but to go back to bed. The next few days passed in pretty much the same way, until about four days had passed. Aethas was awake, eating something, when he heard a low grunt and a thud outside the house, so he rushed outside to see Naril lying there, covered in blood and cut up terribly. “NARIL!” he screamed, rushing to his side. “What happened to you?” The druid coughed several times, and after some labored breathing, he responded. “After… what the orcs… did to you…. I couldn’t just let… let them go… I had to get re…. revenge… I killed… so many…. But they… kept coming… there are so many of them… I hardly escaped…” “I can tell that! What can I do for you, you’re badly injured! I….. I can try to bandage you… I don’t know much about healing or first aid…” his voice trailed off into a sob, he was terrified. “There are…. Healing herbs… and bandages… in the house. If you bring them to me… I can tell you what to do… don’t worry, Aethas. It will be ok.” Naril sounded less than sure of this himself, but it helped Aethas feel a bit better anyways. He rushed inside and got the bandages and herbs, and once back outside Naril talked him through applying the herbs and bandages. After that, he carefully picked him up and brought him inside, no easy task for the weaker male. He put the elder druid on the bed on which he had been sleeping, knelt down next to him, put his head down on the bed and started to cry. “I was so scared when you were gone, Naril. After what happened, I… I never wanted to be away from you again… I wanted to tell you…. I love you, Naril…” The druid was silent for a moment, his eyes closed, breathing ragged. “Aethas…” he reached out and touched the younger mans cheek. “I love you as well. It’s amazing. Love isn’t supposed to happen this fast… but I knew, Aethas, I knew…. As soon as we started talking. And then when I saw what those brutes had done to you…” the wounded man shuddered. “I just… snapped. I knew I had to get you out of there, and then I had to kill them. And oh, I killed them. I got all the ones that hurt you, and many, many more…” he paused, and coughed up blood. “Shh. Go to sleep, Naril… you need to rest now…. You can’t dwell on that now…” He kissed the older man on the cheek as tears ran down his face.

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Chapter 12 - Rescue

Nariil knew something was up. He had been here for several weeks, servicing his new master. These days his prime concern was pleasing his master. It was his purpose now, after all. He thought he probably had a life before his Warchief, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Not that it mattered. He took care of Garrosh, and Garrosh took care of his Slut. Finally, his master told him what was going on. “Well, Slut. You’ve got visitors coming. Baine Bloodhoof and Vol’jin talked me into allowing emissaries to try to broker some kind of trade. But don’t worry. I won’t give you up. After all, you’re my little pet, aren’t you'” No, he thought. NO, that’s not… not right… The crystal in his new collar flared a bright green, and the doubt was gone. “Yes, master. I never want to leave you, master, please don’t let them take me.” Garrosh patted him on the head. “That’s what I like to hear. You’ve earned a reward. After this meeting, I’m going to give you a nice, hard fucking. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Slut'” NO, Nariil thought desperately. But the magic was too much for him to resist, and the thought of servicing his master was again his deepest desire. “Yes, master. I only live to serve you.” Garrosh led Nariil into the central chamber of Grommash Hold, where his throne was, and where the meeting would be. Nariil took his place by his master’s side. He had finally earned the privilege of not being leashed, as long as he remained on all floors, which he happily complied with. After all, he was no better than an animal. “Alright. Send them in.” Garrosh glared at the door. Flanked by Kor’kron, a Night Elf entered, followed by a worgen and a human. Nariil thought all three looked familiar… but he couldn’t place them. The three newcomers looked shocked when they saw Nariil, nude and collared, smiling happily up at Garrosh. “Ah, welcome to Orgrimmar, Tyrande.” Garrosh grinned at her. “I take it you’re here for my precious pet'” “What the hell have you done to him, you son of a bitch!” The worgen growled furiously, and looked as if he was about to attack, but the human put a hand on his shoulder and whispered something to him. He appeared to calm down a little. “Garrosh, my friend asks a good question,” the elf Nariil supposed must be Tyrande asked. “What have you done to him'” “Why, I’ve made him my little pet. He took a little breaking in, but you’d be surprised what a little Blood Elf magic can accomplish. That collar was a fantastic idea. Tell them how happy you are here, Slut.” Garrosh put a hand on his pet’s shoulder. “I love it here. Please don’t take me away from my master, I only live to serve him. I’m a good boy, and he treats me well.” “See' He doesn’t want to leave. And I do so enjoy having him here. He’s quite… talented, if you catch my drift.” “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” the worgen drew his sword, and the Kor’kron quickly followed suit. Before more trouble broke out, Tyrande spoke. “Eric, calm yourself! Violence will not aid us now! Put away your sword or wait outside!” For a moment it seemed as if the worgen would not obey, but he let out a low grown and did sheathe his sword. “Now Garrosh. There must be something you’d be willing to trade for him. A prisoner exchange' We have orcs in our custody, you must know that. Wouldn’t several dozen warriors back be worth the freedom of one druid'” Tyrande was calm despite the clear tension in the room. Vol’jin, who Nariil had not noticed was in the room, spoke up. “Warchief, I urge ya to listen to da priestess. What ya be doin’ isn’t right. Messin’ wit minds like dis is dangerous business.” “Silence, troll. No one asked your opinion. Now Tyrande. It’s true, I would like to have my soldiers back. But I’ve come to quite enjoy his company. You’re going to have to offer more than that.” Tyrande looked clearly conflicted. The room was silent for a moment, when Marcus spoke up. “Warchief. Nariil means the world to Eric and I. We live together, the three of us are lovers. Our lives aren’t complete without him. We’ll do whatever it takes to get him back. Please, Garrosh, what do you want for him'” Garrosh looked down at Nariil, then back to Marcus. “That’s quite a touching story. I’m sure we can work something out…” “Wait, master' No, don’t give me up! You told me you wouldn’t give me to them!” “Did I tell you to speak, Slut' Keep your mouth shut. Now. I’ll tell you what… I want to fuck the worgen. Just once. I’d wager he’s never taken anything up that ass of his before. That, and the release of your prisoners. That’s my only offer, take it or leave it.” Eric looked more furious than ever. “What' You’ve got to be kidding me! I won’t… I can’t…” He trailed off, and sighed. “That’s really the only way, you son of a bitch'” Garrosh nodded. “Fine. If it will free Nariil… I’ll do it.” “Why do you want to take me away from master so badly' Who are you' And why do you keep calling me Nariil' My name is Slut. Master says so.” “You really don’t remember us, Nariil' We live together, back in Elwynn forest. You and Marcus and I. We love you, Nariil, and you love us. Don’t you remember'” Nariil simply stared blankly back at him. Eric sighed. “Where and when do you want this, Garrosh'” Eric growled at the warchief. “Why, right here and now, of course. In front of everyone.” “You’ve got to be kidding me! Is your only goal to humiliate me'” “Of course. You’re just getting that' Now, come on. Don’t you want to free your friend' Or are you getting cold feet'” Without another word, Eric walked up to the orc and knelt in front of him. He undid Garrosh’s pants, and hesitated. He’d never done any of this before. Never given a blowjob, never been fucked. He began by licking the massive cock, and then took it in his mouth, being careful not to scrape the cock with his fangs. Garrosh stiffened quickly, “Mmmm,” Garrosh moaned. “Not quite as good as my Slut, but not bad… Now, get on your hands and knees... Time to test that ass of yours.” Eric complied, and Garrosh quickly positioned himself, and thrust himself all the way in with one brutal push. Eric roared out in pain, which drew a laugh from Garrosh. Garrosh fucked him brutally for what felt like hours. The Kor’kron laughed and cheered on their leader, while Marcus and Tyrande looked away. Garrosh pulled out suddenly, then moved in front of the worgen and started jacking off. “Look at me, worgen. Look me right in the eyes while I cum all over your face.” Eric glared up at Garrosh, and shortly after the orc came, covering the worgen’s face in cum. “Ahhh. There we go.” Garrosh pulled his pants back on. “Alright. Take the Slut. He’s yours.” “What' No master, please don’t-“ Garrosh took the collar off. Nariil first looked sad. Then confused. And then furious. “You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you for what you did to me!” The druid lunged at Garrosh, but Eric intercepted him and caught him. “Nariil, calm down. We’re leaving.” Nariil finally recognized him. “Eric' Marcus' You… You came for me'” He wrapped his arms around the worgen and buried his face in his fur, and began to sob. “By Elune, it’s been so awful… thank you for coming…” Eric picked Nariil up. “Shh. It’s alright, we’re taking you home.” The worgen carried Nariil out of the building, and Marcus and Tyrande followed. They exited the city and made their way to where they’d left their mounts, three nightsabers. Eric set Nariil down on his feet, and he wobbled a bit, having not stood up in nearly a month. “Nariil, it is so good to see you again… You have no idea how terrified we were when we heard what had happened.” Marcus embraced him. “I love you, Nariil.” “As do I,” said Eric, wrapping his arms around the both of them. Tyrande smiled at them and waited for them to finish, then mounted her nightsaber. “Come on, now. We have quite a distance to travel before we can get the three of you home. Nariil mounted up behind Eric, and wrapped his arms around him, laying his head against the worgen’s back. “I never want to be away from you two again. You two mean everything to me.” “We feel the same way, trust me,” said Eric softly. And the four of them rode of toward Ashenvale.

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Chapter 10 - Garrosh's new Pet

Nariil awoke to Garrosh kicking him in the stomach. “Wake up, elf. It’s time to move.” Garrosh picked him up and slung him over his shoulder and carried him out of the tent. Nariil did not speak. Garrosh carried him over to where the riding wolves were penned in. He tied the druid to the back of one, and mounted another. Looking around, Nariil saw that the camp was mostly packed up. It wasn’t long before the army began to move. Garrosh and his Kor’kron, however, did not follow and instead started back the other way. “Where are we going'” Nariil dared to ask. One of the Kor’kron growled. “You will address him as Warchief, prisoner. If you’re lucky and ask nicely, he may even respond to you.” Without looking back at him, Garosh grunted. “Bringing you back to Orgrimmar. We’ve learned you’re a special favorite of Tyrande and Malfurion. In addition to being my new bitch, you’ll make an excellent political prisoner.” “If you expect they’ll stop fighting just because you have me, you’re wrong.” At least, Nariil hoped so. “We’ll see. Like I said, you’re also my new bitch. Don’t get used to nights like last night, I won’t be sharing anymore. Unless you’re a bad boy. In which case, I’ll leave you out for all of Orgrimmar to fuck.” Nariil did not respond. The thought of being fucked by hundreds or more members of the various Horde races was not a pleasant one. He wished he was home. But, he determined to do nothing to anger the orc- Garrosh was known for his cruelty. The trip back to Orgrimmar took several days. Nariil had never seen the city before, and it seemed to him it was about the ugliest place he had ever seen. Brown and red were the prevailing colors, on the buildings and the landscape, with scarcely a plant to be seen. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of members of the Horde lined the streets to cheer Garrosh on. Nariil noticed it was mostly orcs, very few members of the other races had come out to witness their leader’s return. During the trip through the town Nariil was mocked and taunted more than once by orcs in broken common. They all seemed to find the sight of a nude Night Elf tied to the back of a riding wolf an incredibly funny sight. One orc called out asking Garrosh permission to fuck him. Garrosh laughed and said, “Maybe later.” Finally they reached Grommash Hold, the Warchief’s residence. Garrosh dismounted, cut Nariil’s bindings. Nariil slid off the wolf and stood there. “Come on now, get moving. Or can Night Elves not walk'” Garrosh gave him a hard slap on the ass, nearly knocking Nariil to the ground. Stumbling back to his feet, Nariil walked toward the imposing structure, trying not to look at the throng of orcs around him. One wrong move, he knew, and he’d be a fuck toy for them all. Garrosh followed him inside, and then led the druid to his throne. He whispered something to one of his guards, who rushed outside for a moment, then came back with a leather collar with a short chain leash attatched. “Druids are basically animals, aren’t they' Well, all animals should wear a collar.” Garrosh put the collar on the elf, and attatched the chain to his throne. “And an animal should never be far from his master. I think it’s time to lay down a few basic rules. You will not speak unless spoken to. You are to obey every order I give without hesitation. On the rare occasions that I allow you off of your leash, you will not attempt to run. And under no circumstance will you attempt to shapeshift. The other offenses will result in you being a sex toy for hundreds of orcs. Running away or shapeshifting, however, will win you death. Not a swift one, either. Do you understand'” “Yes, Warchief. I understand.” “Excellent. Follow those simple rules and you’ll be rewarded. I’ll treat you as well as I treat my wolf.” Garrosh sat on his throne. “Now, sit down next to your master like a good pet.” Nariil complied, saying nothing. He would not risk angering the orc. Shortly after, emissaries from the Forsaken entered. They had a long list of requests for the war in Gilneas, each more revolting than the last. Nariil realized that Garrosh had no patience for this part of his job, and sent them on their way after only a few minutes, denying every request. The orc grunted and looked at Nariil. “What is your name, elf'” “Nariil, sir.” “Not anymore. Your name now is Slut. Right now you may only be a bitch, but before long I’ll have you turned into a good slut. You’ll be begging for my cock once I’ve got you broken in.” The Warchief sent his Kor’kron from the room, stood up, and removed his leggings, exposing his cock. It was frightening, even when soft. “Now. You will get me hard, and you will make me cum. You will use your mouth and hands. And when I cum, you will swallow every drop. If so much as one drop escapes your mouth, you will be punished. You will sleep out in the mud with the wolves. But if you’re a good boy and drink up every last bit, I’ll let you sleep in my bed with me. Now begin.” Nariil crawled over to the orc, kneeling between his legs. He could barely get his mouth around the head of the orcs cock, so he began by licking and sucking on his massive balls. He couldn’t fit one hand around the orcs manhood, so he used both to begin to stroke the orc. He moved his mouth from the orcs balls to the tip of his cock, taking in as much as he could and working it with his tongue. “Come on, boy. Get more of that in your mouth, or there will be trouble.” Nariil forced his mouth open as wide as he could, and managed to take in a few more inches. He worked harder at his rather pathetic blowjob while working the rest of the orc’s cock with his hands. His jaw was beginning to ache, and his arms were getting tired, but he was too afraid of the orc to stop. Garrosh began to breathe heavily, and Nariil realized he was going to cum. The orc exploded in his mouth, and the druid gulped down the cum as quickly as he could, praying he could swallow it all. Finally it was gone. He had succeeded in sucking the orc dry, without spilling a drop. “Hmm. Good job, Slut. We’ll have to keep practicing this until you can get more of me in your mouth, though. And don’t worry. Your ass won’t be neglected either. Now, lie down at my feet like a good boy.” Nariil curled up on the orcs feet and remained there for the rest of the day. Petitioner after petitioner came in, asking the Warchief for one thing or another. Garrosh denied them all. It didn’t matter whether they came asking for food to feed their families, justice for a crime committed against them, or anything else. He just seemed not to care. Night fell, and Garrosh detached the leash from his throne and stood up. Nariil made to stand up as well, but Garrosh stopped him. “What kind of animal do you know who walks on two feet' You’ll stay on all fours, I think. Now crawl.” Nariil obeyed. Garrosh led him to another room in the hold, with a large table covered in delicious looking food. Garrosh sat at the table and Nariil sat next to him. Garrosh piled some food in a bowl, and set it before Nariil. “Just for being such a good boy, you get some of the best food on the table. I treat my pets nicely, don’t I, Slut'” “Yes, sir. Thank you, Warchief.” Nariil reached for the bow, but Garrosh smacked him on the back of the head. “Since when do animals have hands' You don’t get to use those to eat, Slut. Use your mouth.” Nariil lowered his face to the bowl and tore off a chunk of meat with his teeth. It was delicious, he had to admit. Garrosh gave him a bowl of water as well, which he drank quickly. He finished eating quickly, and patiently sat by his new master’s side. Every now and then Garrosh would reach down and scratch his head. After dinner, Garrosh led Nariil to his bedchamber. Garrosh lay down, and Nariil sat down next to the bed. “Get up here, druid. You’re going to be a good boy and sleep by my feet.” Still afraid of the orc, he quickly obeyed. He climbed up and settled on the foot of the bed. Exhausted, it didn’t take Nariil long to fall asleep. He dreamt of Marcus and Eric, and woke up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down his face. He wondered if he’d ever see them again. He listened to Garrosh’s heavy snoring, and for a moment considered turning into a cat and ripping his throat out. But what if he failed' Was it worth the risk' Nariil decided against it. He tried to get back to sleep, but couldn’t. He stared at the wall, wishing he were anywhere but where he was. Unfortunately, wishes only work in fiction. Nariil was trapped.

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Chapter 13 - Departure

“No way. I won’t allow it, Marcus. You’re not going anywhere.” Eric was adamant. “Yeah, I can’t say I approve of this either. We all just got back home.” Nariil was not a fan either. Marcus was exasperated. He’d received a tempting offer. He and a select few other paladins had received an invitation to travel to Light’s Hope Chapel in the Eastern Plaguelands to train under some of the best the Argent Dawn had to offer. He’d expected his lovers to be excited at his opportunity. But no. “Come on you two. This is great! I’m not even going to an active war zone. The scourge in the Plaguelands is all but wiped out!” Nariil was not convinced. “Like the war against the Horde in Ashenvale was all but won'” “Look, you two. I’m doing this. This is the kind of opportunity I’ve dreamed about since I was little! I’m going to meet Tirion Fordring, Eligor Dawnbringer… Nariil, think about if you could get the opportunity to meet and learn from Cenarius!” “Well,” Nariil muttered, “In Hyjal I kind of-“ “Exactly! You got to live that dream, now it’s my turn. I’m going, and that’s the end of it.” Defeated, Nariil and Eric looked at each other and sighed. “I swear, Marcus, if you get yourself into trouble, I’m going to find you, find who hurt you, and kill you both. Then I will find a way to bring you back, and then I will lock you in a room for the rest of your life to keep you out of trouble. I’m already considering doing that for Nariil.” Eric sounded serious. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put that past him. He still won’t let me more than five feet away from him.” Nariil rolled his eyes. “Anyways… When do you leave'” “Tomorrow. I need to get there as soon as possible.” “By the Light, what is with you two and having to leave suddenly'” Eric was not happy. “Well… Just because I’m leaving tomorrow doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun tonight…” Marcus said slyly. Eric grunted. “Oh, I thought what we’re doing tonight would be obvious, considering the fact that you’re leaving. But, I think we’re going to do something a little different tonight…” And without warning, the worgen grabbed Marcus, whirled him around and pushed him up against the wall. He undid the human’s belt, and used it to bind his arms behind him. “Eric, what the hell are you doing'” “Oh, shut up and enjoy it, Marcus.” Eric proceeded to tear off the rest of the paladin’s clothes. “Now Nariil, get your clothes off and get your ass over here.” Grinning, Nariil did as he was told. “Alright Nariil. This is going to be a big night for you, and for Marcus too.” “What are you talking about, Eric' Answer m-“ The worgen shoved the tattered remains of the paladins underwear into his mouth and pressed him against the wall again. “That’s enough out of you. Now, as I was saying. Nariil, get your dick hard, because you’re going to be using it. On Marcus.” “Wait, what' Really' I never thought either one of you would let me do that.” “Well, Marcus never had a problem when I was fucking him. Then again, and I mean this in the most loving way possible, Nariil, you’re kind of a little cock whore. I love you, but you’re not the top. However, Marcus is annoying me with his departure, and I think you deserve it at least once, so here’s your chance. You might not get another, so if you wanna know what it feels like, go ahead.” Nariil blushed. What Eric was saying was true, though. He had never really felt the urge to be the one doing the fucking. Still, why not try it once' And so he moved into place, put his hands on Marcus’s hips, and pushed himself inside. He started slowly fucking him, and it didn’t take long for him to realize what the big deal was. This was great. Not quite as great as being on the receiving end, he thought, but still great. Just as he was really starting to enjoy it, Eric moved in behind him, and wrapped his arms around him. “Now now, I said you got to fuck him, I didn’t say I didn’t get to fuck you…” And Eric pushed into him. Now this was something else. Being in the middle like this, his cock in Marcus with Eric fucking him, now THIS was amazing. He thrust into Marcus, and Eric thrust into him, and Nariil was in heaven. In no time at all, he came, filling Marcu’s ass with cum, and shortly after Eric did the same in his. Marcus slid to the floor panting, and Nariil and Eric lay down on either side, with Marcus bound and gagged in the middle. The two put their arms around him. “One hell of a goodbye,” muttered Nariil. “I’ll say. I love you, Marcus. You’d better stay safe.” Eric nuzzled into Marcus. “Mmff, mmf mfff,” Said Marcus. Morning came, and it was time for Marcus to go. Not that his lovers made it easy for him. He was very nearly late, because, sleeping on either side of him they did not wake up as early as Marcus had hoped. He was certain he would be late, and bound and gagged as he was, he could do nothing but “Mmff!” to get their attention. It wasn’t working. But finally Eric woke up, Eric sat up and yawned, and looked down smiling at Marcus, who glared back up at him. “Aww, you’re not angry are you' Don’t worry. You won’t miss your gryphon.” He pulled the cloth out of the human’s mouth, and un did the belt around his wrists. Once Marcus got up, Nariil woke up. “Morning already'” he yawned. “You two. When I return, I will get you back for that. Mark my word.” Marcus turned to the stairs to get his belongings in order. Eric slapped his ass as he turned. “Yeah, yeah. We’re so afraid.” Marcus grumbled as he climbed the stairs. He put on his armor and gathered the belongings he would be taking with him, and then walked with his lovers into Stormwind, who saw him of f as he climbed on a gryphon and was on his way. Once he was gone, Eric turned to Nariil. “Well, it’ll just be the two of us for a while, then. Should be fun.” Nariil was a little worried by how the worgen was grinning at him. It was a look that said something along the lines of, “you won’t be leaving the bedroom for the next three months.” Although, was that really a bad thing'

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Chapter 15 - Meanwhile, Elsewhere...

Marcus had not enjoyed lying to his lovers. He hopped off of the gryphon as it landed in Menethil Harbor, and turned his eyes to the docks. His journey was not, as he had told them, to Light’s Hope Chapel and the Argent Dawn for training, but rather to Theramore Isle, to assist his good friend, the powerful mage, and the city’s leader, Lady Jaina Proudmoore. Jaina had written him asking for his help in training the city’s soldiers. With the recent fighting in the Barrens and Ashenvale, she had deemed it prudent to prepare for any eventuality. Jaina was well known amongst the races of the world not only as possibly the most powerful mortal mage, but also as the often sole voice crying out for peace in a sea of angry shouts for war. And so, the fact that his friend asked for his help in such a way, he knew it was serious and could not refuse. The letter had urged him to keep the matter quiet- knowing that Theramore was strengthening its defenses would make it an even bigger target than it already was. He had been directed to the ship The Lady Mehley, and it’s Captain “Stash” Torgoley. Jaina had also included a letter to show the captain. Marcus handed the captain the letter. “I was told to present this to you to secure passage the Theramore. By the orders of Lady Proudmoore herself.” The captain quickly read the letter. “Yes, this seems all in order. Welcome aboard…'” “Marcus. And thank you. How long will the journey take, if I may ask'” “With good weather, it should take no more than three days. Now, allow me to show you to your quarters'” The captain led Marcus to a small room that he suspected was probably usually a storage closet. He thanked him, and then closed the door, put his things down in the corner and lay down on the hammock that had been provided for him. Staring up at the ceiling, he thought of Eric and Nariil, and once more felt a pang of guilt at his deception. As worried as they were at his supposed trip to the Eastern Plaguelands, they would have been beside themselves if they knew he was travelling to just outside an active warzone. He began to doze off, thinking about his two lovers. A loud burst of laughter from nearby woke him up, and he found he could not get back to sleep. His until now innocent thoughts of the worgen and elf he’d left at home had filled his mind, but it wasn’t long before he began to remember other times. He smiled as he remembered the feel of Nariil’s mouth around his cock, or Eric fucking him while gently nipping at his neck. He pulled his clothes off, and started stroking himself with his left hand, and took two fingers on his right and pushed them into his ass. It took what seemed like ages, but finally he could feel himself about to cum. And just when it seemed the moment was there, there was a loud crash, the ship heaved to the side and he was flung from his hammock, slamming hard into the wall. He rose to his feet. He felt the sting of blood dripping into his eye, and tried to wipe it away. The sound of men shouting was followed by the sound of several loud thuds, and the roar of what Marcus knew were orcs. Then came the sound of steel on steel. Pausing only to put on pants and grab his sword, Marcus rushed out of his room. Emerging onto the deck, he saw what he’d suspected- The Lady Mehley was being boarded by a Horde ship. The orcs outnumbered the humans on their ship, but this ship travelled some of the most dangerous waters in the world for Alliance ships. These were no ordinary sailors, but soldiers from Theramore and Stormwind alike stationed on the ship to protect it. They would not go down without a fight. Marcus saw one of the crewmen falter, then fall under an orc’s axe. He took that opportunity to dive into the fray, and quickly cut the orc down. He fought more carefully than he might have otherwise, wearing only cloth pants. He cut through another orc and was about to move on to the next, when he felt a sudden intense pain in his side. He reached blindly with his free hand to where the pain was, and his hand wrapped around the shaft of an arrow. He took a step forward, when another caught him in the shoulder, causing him to drop his sword. He fell to his knees, clutching at his wounds, and looked around. The last thing he saw was a mace rushing towards his face. He woke up lying on something soft. A bed, he told himself. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing. There was something covering them. He tried to reach up to feel what it was, but moving his arm caused him to cry out in pain, and he could feel something warm running off of his arm from his shoulder. He realized he was bleeding. He heard footsteps, and a small gasp. The footsteps hurried away. “H…hello' Who…who’s there' Where am I'” his throat was dry, it hurt to talk. He waited in silence for a few moments, ears straining for any sounds. Finally, he heard footsteps. He thought there were two people, muttering to each other. The footsteps got louder and louder, finally stopping directly in front of him. “Here he is, My Lady. You said to get you as soon as he awoke.” “Yes, doctor VanHowzen. You’ve done well. Is he well enough to speak'” The familiar voice brought Marcus immense relief. “I… I believe so, Jaina. If I could… trouble you for some water'” “Marcus! Of course.” Jaina muttered an incantation, and she held a cup to his lips. He opened, and drank. It felt like it had been years since he had anything to drink. “Thank you. I feel much better…” his mind turned to the events on the ship. “What happened to The Lady Mehley' How did I get here'” Jaina sighed. “Well, she managed to fight off the orc ship, barely. You really took a beating. Two arrows, and a blow to the head to the point I could barely recognize you. You’ve been unconscious for about a week. What were you thinking rushing off to battle without any kind of armor'” “It takes a while to get into plate, Jaina. I had to rush up to help.” Marcus grunted in pain. “Well… What’s the damage'” The other voice, apparently doctor VanHowzen, spoke up. “You’ll make a full recovery, except… Your right eye was damaged very badly, and you went too long without magical healing for it to be able to help. We’re unsure if you’ll ever regain vision in it.” Marcus sighed. “Well… It could be worse, right' At least I’m alive.” “True. Well, there are other patients I need to tend to. If you require me, just call. Lady Jaina. Marcus.” The doctor exited. “Ugh… I am going to be in so much trouble when I get home…” Marcus groaned. “Hm' Why'” Jaina asked politely. “Oh… I haven’t had a chance to write you… Well, Eric’s back. He didn’t actually die in Southshore, he managed to escape to Silverpine… He’s a worgen now, but he’s back home which is the important part. And then there’s…” Marcus trailed off and felt himself blush. “Come on Marcus, out with it. Are you really going to keep me in the dark' What could be so embarrassing that you won’t tell me'” Jaina teased him. “You won’t approve. But fine. While I thought Eric was dead, during the fight against Deathwing, I met this Night Elf named Nariil… He and I became good friends very quickly. We parted after the Destroyer was killed, but he was sent to Stormwind not long after to lobby the king for help for his people. He started living with me, and… One thing led to another…” “Oh, dear. What happened when Eric got back'” “Well… Nariil understood and let me go back to Eric, but we let him keep living with us. He helped Eric out immensely with some of the complications that come with being a worgen, and, well he must have grown on him because…” Marcus paused. “Like I said, you won’t approve. Eric talked me into… inviting Nariil into our relationship.” “That… That is interesting. Are you happy with the arrangement' It’s certainly not… conventional.” “I am, actually. They’re both just incredible; I can’t imagine living without either of them.” He groaned again. “And they’re both going to kill me… Damn you, Jaina, telling me to keep this secret. They don’t even know where I actually am! How am I going to explain that I’m blind in one eye'” Jaina sighed. ‘I guess at this point I can’t really expect you to keep this a secret, at least not from them. Would you like me to send them a letter'” “Yeah, that would be good. Just… tell them what happened and that I’m safe, and that I’ll write them myself as soon as I can.” “Alright. Well, you should keep resting. Do you need anything before I go'” Jaina touched his shoulder. “No, I think I’m fine. Thank you.” Jaina bade him goodnight, and left. Marcus shortly drifted off to sleep. When he woke, he felt a lot better. He slowly tested his shoulder, seeing if he could move it. He slowly sat up, with a few cringes of pain. He reached up to the bandage over his eyes, and pulled it off. He took a deep breath before opening them. The doctor had been right, he had no sight in his right eye. He sighed, and got to his feet. He was a little wobbly after lying down for so long, but he managed not to fall. He walked out of the small room he’d been placed in, and out into the hallway. It was strangely silent, and there was only light from one direction, so he followed it. There were stairs at the end of the hallway, going up. Marcus climbed them slowly, leaning against the railing. At the top of the stairs, he finally recognized where he was. This was Foothold Citadel. From here he could find the tower where Jaina lived. He encountered no one else until he stepped out into the sunlight outside of the Citadel, where he was stopped by a pair of guards. “Hey now, where are you going' Aren’t you one of the doctors patients'” “I’m better. I need to speak to Lady Proudmoore,” Marcus explained. The guards looked at each other. “She did visit him earlier, I think,” said one. “Yeah, but I don’t know who he is, and the Lady is probably busy.” “If she’s busy, I will return another time, but at least let me go and see.” Marcus stumbled a bit, trying to step forward. One of the guards caught him. “Yeah, alright. I’ll escort you there. Be back in a few minutes.” The guard led Marcus to the tower in silence, and helped him up the many flights of stairs to Jaina’s study at the top. Jaina was there, gathered around a table. With her were a surprising group- there was a draenei, two dwarves, several other humans, and a Night Elf that Marcus had met once before- General Shandris Feathermoon. Marcus sighed. Things could never be easy, could they'

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Chapter 1 - Unintentional Attraction

Aethas woke up earlier than usual that morning to a crash of thunder. He woke up with a start and looked outside into the gloom, faint light seeping through the heavy clouds and rain, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He realized there was no use going back to sleep at this point, so he just got up and muttered the quick incantation to summon his imp, Nalham, who appeared with his usual curses and complaints. “Isn’t it a bit early to be summoning me? Demons need sleep too, you know!”. The imp complained bitterly under his breath as he waited for the warlock to get dressed. “Hush, Nalham, not now. It’s not that early. I’ve decided, today’s the day. I’m taking our shards back from the satyr.” The shards. Even as he thought of them, his lust for power grew hot in his chest. He needed them for his more powerful rituals, and the damnable satyrs had stolen them all. “Really? All this time, and you’re choosing TODAY? And NOW? Couldn’t you wait until after breakfast?!” the imp truly was in a foul mood. The warlock sighed and glanced at his demonic friend before putting on his shirt. “After this, I won’t need to use you as much anymore. I’ll be able to summon others, you know that. It’s in your best interest. Now silence, come.’ He finished dressing and walked downstairs, grabbing a small bit of bread and giving some to the ever complaining imp as they walked out of the house he’d rented several months before. He went to the stables and picked up his horse, and was on his way. After a silent ride through the storm, he neared the satyr’s crude village built amongst the ancient night elf ruins. He dismounted and tied his horse to a tree, and started toward it, eyes and ears alert to every sound around him. He suddenly felt the feeling he was being watched, and stopped to look around for a few seconds, but when he saw nothing, and with impatient grumbles from Nalham, he continued on his way. Walking into the eerily silent camp, he immediately noticed something was wrong when he saw nothing around, no guards, nothing moving. He headed towards a crude demonic shrine of some sort. Laughable, really, he thought. The power he had from the demons was so much stronger than theirs. “Watch out!” Screeched Nalham, and Aethas whirled around to see a night elf standing behind him, wearing elaborate leather armor and a staff. For a moment, the two simply stared at each other, the Human warlock staring into the night elf’s eyes. He was nervous, the elf looked strong enough to bash his head in with the staff, and was at least two heads taller than he was. Then the elf spoke. “What are you doing here, human? And why do you travel with…. That?” he said, gesturing at Nalham. “Why I am here is none of your business, elf, and as for my friend here, I should think its obvious. Tell me why you’re here and maybe I’ll tell you why I’m here.’ The night elf grinned. “Very well, I’ll play your game. I’m here to wipe out these demonic creatures. Recently, I’ve been sensing stronger activity than usual... I believe these black shards I’ve found are responsible for it.” The warlock’s heart skipped a beat. His shards! “You found them! My shards!” The elf raised an eyebrow. “Why would you have something like this? These are shards of a powerful demon’s armor, they only have the most sinister of uses…. I wouldn’t be much of a druid if I didn’t hand them over to the Cenarion Circle.” “No!” Aethas began to panic. “Please, they belong to me! I’ll explain anything you need me to, I need those shards back! “Fine, but we can’t talk here. Wait back by the road, where you left your horse. I’ll bring my mount and I’ll take you somewhere we can speak.” “….yes, of course.” So, he walked back to the road, untied his horse and mounted, waiting for the elf to return. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon, the druid returned, riding one of the elegant nightsabers that the night elves were famous for. “Follow me, warlock.” It took a bit over an hour to reach the apparent destination, a small house on a cliff overlooking the Windfury River on the border of Azshara. The druid got off his mount and instructed Aethas to do the same, which he did. The druid spoke in a language he could not understand, and the horse wandered off somewhere. “Inside, please.” It was more of an order than a request, thought the nervous warlock. “First… Your name, human? Mine is Naril, Druid of the Cenarion Circle.” “I… I am Aethas. A warlock, as you know.” “An honor. Now. If you don’t mind telling me all you know of the shards and your plans for them…?” Aethas breathed deeply. “The shards. When I was a child, a demon appeared before me in a dream, and showed me where to find the shards, buried in a chest in the forest near my house… by then, I’d already started learning magic, I could summon Nalham here…. Anyways. I continued with my demonic studies with… others, in Stormwind for a few years, before going out on my own…. I learned that I could harness the shards to summon more powerful demons to do my bidding, but while I was setting up the ritual, I was ambushed by the satyrs and they stole the shards.” He finished the story, and there were a few moments of silence. “I see. May I ask what you were intending to do with these demons? You don’t seem the malevolent type to me…” The young warlock looked into the druids eyes for a moment before answering. “For a while I asked myself the same question, but I realized after a while that what I felt I needed to do with my powers is to fight what is wrong with this world. The scourge, the horde, the black dragonflight and…” his voice trailed off. The older, taller man put his hand on the warlock’s shoulder. “You don’t need these to do that, Aethas. Many people have learned over the years that demonic powers are not to be trifled with.” The younger male was suddenly filled with anger. ‘You don’t understand, you have your powers and I have mine! What if I was to tell you not to use YOUR powers? This is what I can do, why shouldn’t I do it?” He got up and tipped over a table in his anger.” The druid got up and grabbed him, pulled him close and slapped him, looking him in the face. “Calm down, I did not mean to insult you, I merely meant to say you do not need these shards to empower yourself…” The warlock tried to pull away, but the druid held on. “Let go, why are you grabbing me?” He continued struggling, trying to pull away. Naril continued to stare into the younger mans eyes intently as he held him close, trying to contain the younger ones rage. He felt the younger mans pain, he’d had these issues with others when trying to become a druid. “You don’t get it, I do understand… My friends, my family, none of thought I should follow this path.” The warlock slowly calmed down, and stared back into the older mans eyes, starting to feel awkward about being in the arms of another man, for whatever reason. He looked away. “p…please, let me go. I’m calmed down now.” The older man held him tightly for another moment, then let go and sat down. “I apologize… it’s been so long since I’ve held anyone, and you remind me of… someone I used to know. I think it’s your eyes… he had green eyes too. Several minutes of silence followed. Aethas broke the silence by asking, “Where is your family now? Are you alone out here?” Naril sighed sadly. “My family is dead. I was not always alone out here, I lived here with a man, my lover, for many years, but he was killed some time ago. He’s who you remind me of…” “I’m sorry… I know how you feel, my entire family was killed when I was a very small child.” The longest pause yet. During the pause, the older druid moved closer and closer to Aethas, slowly, inch by inch, until, suddenly, as it seemed to the warlock, that he was right next to him. Naril slowly slid his arm around him. Aethas’s eyes widened, and he looked into the older mans eyes. “Wh-“ “Shhh.” The older man shushed him, then kissed him tenderly on the lips, wrapping both arms around him. “You’re so handsome…” he leaned closer against him, kissing his lips and neck. “I… I don’t… I’ve never…oh…” His voice trailed off, starting to enjoy the tender, loving kisses he was receiving from the man, and now that he thought about it, he was rather handsome, wasn’t he? Maybe he should just…. Let this happen? The druid reached his arm down, feeling the young man’s rear, then reached his hand into his pants and gave it a squeeze. This drew a blush and a surprised squeal from the warlock, who looked away, embarrassed, while the Naril merely smiled at him and continued to kiss him. He took his hand out of the back of his pants and moved it to the front, rubbing the front of his pants, and quickly the younger man blushed even more as his cock started to harden. He backed up slightly, then lowered himself down and undid the younger mans pants, releasing the erect member from the confines of his pants and he began to rub it with one hand, and massage his balls with the other. “Oh… that’s…. that’s good….” The warlock moaned slightly, and began thrusting ever so slightly into the mans hand. “I can make it even better,” Naril whispered, and licked his partner’s cock from base to tip, then took it slowly into his mouth. Once in, he moved his head back and forth slowly, licking the head, still gently massaging the balls. “Oh… oh yes… don’t stop, please…” moaning louder, thrusting slightly faster into the older man, and he came, cum spurting out into the druids mouth and face as he pulled back. “Oh, no, I’m sorry!” I didn’t mean to! Licking his lips and smiling, the older man wiped his face with his hand and kissed the warlock tenderly on the lips. “That’s what your supposed to do, Aethas… What else would you be supposed to do?” He shrugged weakly as they stared into each others eyes, and fell asleep in each others arms.

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Chapter 1 - Shadows in the Night chaper 1

The rogue stalked through the night, high elven ears keen to any sounds around him. As he approached his target, a semi-large manor, he grinned to himself. He’d been preparing for this for a long, long time. He nimbly climbed the stone wall surrounding the house, landing silently in a garden on the other side. A quick survey of his surroundings and he headed straight for the door he’d picked as his entrance, a small servants entrance on the side. He picked the lock easily; such a crude lock couldn’t have kept out a cat. Dressed in all black, with his raven hair tied back in a ponytail, he would have been an imposing sight… if anyone could even see him. Silently he moved through the manors lower floor, hunting for one thing in particular- a ring. The ring was nothing special, but it had a long history of being stolen by the most skilled thieves from the most well protected vaults. But he wasn’t worried. The owner was a paladin, so sure of the virtue of others he simply slept with it on his bedside table, and didn’t even hire guards to stand outside his mansion. He slowly, quietly, walked up the staircase to the second floor, and walked toward where he knew the paladins’ bedroom was. Upon reaching the door, he opened it slowly, and snuck in and looked around carefully. Something wasn’t right…. The paladin wasn’t in his bed! He knew he was here, what was going on? He moved further in anyways, over to the bed, and looked on the table where he’d learned the ring would be… but it wasn’t there! “Looking for this?” a voice from behind him asked mockingly, and before he could even turn around, he was hit sharply in the back of the head and the next thing he knew everything was darkness. His eyes fluttered open slowly, and had the human paladin grinning smugly to greet him. He tried to move, but found that not only was he bound, but rather almost suspended by his wrists from a beam across the ceiling, and was completely nude. “Good morning, sunshine.” The paladin continued grinning, and circled around him, eyeing him up and down. “I like you. Sexy, fit…” he slapped his ass. “And I bet that ass is nice and tight. The rogue glared at the human. “You’ll never find out, paladin!” The human glared back and slapped the elf hard across the face. “I don’t see you having much choice in the matter, thief. Although, I suppose I COULD just kill you…” And before he knew it, his own dagger was pressed against his throat. “Want to change your stance, elf?” “Y…yes. Don’t kill me. Please.” The human grinned. “That’s better… but its missing something. Please what?” Humiliated, the elf looked away. “Please, sir” he muttered quietly, which earned him another slap. “Say it louder, bitch!” “Please, sir!” he said, trying not to look into his captors eyes. “Better.” The human moved behind the slightly shorter elf, smelling his dark hair and feeling up his muscular body. “I think I’m going to enjoy this… you do want this, don’t you, slut?” “y..yes sir…” he mumbled quietly, which got him a hard slap on the ass. “Louder! You will answer me properly or you will be punished like the little bitch you are!” “Yes sir! I want you to … use my body however… however you want!” Still feeling up his captive, he kissed the elf’s neck a couple times. “Say please, slut.” “Please!” Humiliated, he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the groping hands and his own stiffening penis. The human walked over to a small table and got what looked like a metal penis to the elf, he’d never seen anything like it before. The human saw the surprise on his captive’s eyes. “I had it made special for these kinds of situations. Goblins will do anything for gold, don’t you know?” he moved over behind him again, and kneeled down, and spread the rogues ass cheeks. “Mmm… Looks tight, just like I thought. Have you ever been fucked before, boy?” “No, sir. I’ve never been with a man.” The paladin’s grin widened at the thought of probing the boys virgin ass. “You’re going to enjoy this, boy. Whether you like it or not.” And with that, the dildo was shoved roughly into his ass, causing the young rogue to gasp in pain at the intrusion. He worked it faster and faster, and the rogues pained gasps turned slowly into pleasured moans, which he tried futilely to stifle. “Please sir, s…stop!” “But your cock is so hard elf, you must be enjoying this, whether you like it or not!” he pulled the dildo out of the boys ass and stood up and got in front of him. “Open your mouth, slut.” He did, and the metal was quickly inserted into his mouth. The human kept it there for a few moments before withdrawing and putting it back on the table he’d gotten it from. “Does… that mean you’re done, sir?” He asked nervously, knowing the answer was no. “Of course not, I’m just starting to have fun with you!” The human laughed as he moved back behind his prisoner. He undid his own pants, and his own erect cock, even larger than the piece of metal he’d already been fucked by, was enough to worry and excite the captured rogue. “Tell me you want me to hurt you, slut. Tell me you want me to ravage your tight hole! Beg me for it!” He couldn’t do it. He tried to open his mouth, say the words, but all that came out was a pathetic gargling. For that, he got a hard slap on the face. “Say it! Say it or you’ll pay, slut!” “I can’t, sir, please! Do what you want, just don’t make me say it!” another hard slap, then another. “Say it, or you WILL be sorry!” He was disgusted at himself. “Please… Sir. Fuck me, abuse me, I’m your toy, your little slut… use me however you want, pound my tight hole as hard as you can…” “That’s better.” Even so, he got a hard slap on the ass. Then, faster than he thought possible, the humans dick was inside him, pounding his hole furiously. At first, it was nothing but pain- but as it went on, he started to enjoy it, as detestable as he found the idea of being used like this. Detestable, but, at the same time… No! He thought, it wasn’t hot, it must just be a… a natural reaction. The human reached around and started stroking his captive’s hard cock, which drew a surprised gasp, and then a pleasured moan from the young elf. “Please… Don’t, Sir…” “Shh. Just enjoy it, little elf. This is the nicest thing I’m going to do for you,” he said, and started fucking the rogue even harder, drawing gasps of pain from the smaller man. A few more moments of this was all it took for the elf to climax, cum spurting out of his cock onto the floor in front of him, and just after, the other man moaned loudly, and he felt him explode inside him, cum spilling into his ass. Then, in one fluid motion, the human cut the elf down, and forced him onto his hands and knees. He pointed to the cum on the floor. “Clean it up. Now.” The elf looked for something to wipe it up with, and the paladin laughed. “With your tongue, slut.” “My… tongue?” His head was shoved down to within an inch of his pool of seed, and the paladin slapped his ass hard. “Clean it now, boy!” “Yes…. Sir.” Humiliated, he began licking cum up off the stone floor, until he’d swallowed it all. Then he sat up, looking at the paladin nervously. The paladin pointed to his cock, still hard. “Looks like your ass wasn’t good enough, slut. Open your mouth.” ‘Yes Sir.” He opened his mouth, and the larger man shoved his cock in, and, grabbing the back of his head, began thrusting madly into his mouth, causing him to gag. “Oh, yes, you little slut, you like this don’t you? You like being used and abused by me, don’t you?” with his other hand, he reached up and began to play with one of his own nipples. Eyes watering and nearly starved for air, the young rogue tried to pull his head away so he could gasp for air, but to no avail, and the human showed no signs of relenting. It went on like this for quite some time, until the man suddenly pulled out, only to shoot his load all over the elf’s face, and in his mouth. Roughly the larger man picked up the rogue, carrying him out of the room over his shoulder, up two flights of stairs, and tossed him down on a bed. The human left the room and the elf heard the click of the door locking behind him. He wanted to panic, to try to escape, but he couldn’t he was too tired, and soon he was asleep. He woke up what he assumed was sometime the next morning, he could not be sure, for there were no windows in the room. He sat up and looked around. It was a fairly nice room, with a large bed that he’d slept on, a chest of drawers, a large mirror and a wardrobe. He looked through the chest of drawers and the wardrobe, but they were empty. “Great,” he muttered, “I get to stay naked.” He looked in the mirror, and winced. His face was bruised, as was a good deal of his back. He heard the click of the door unlocking, and turned around to see the paladin entering the room, carrying a tray of food, which he set down on a small table next to the bed. “For you. I figured you’d be hungry by now.” The rogue walked over slowly, and sat down on the bed, and began to eat. It was an awkward silence, while he ate the larger man stared at him. “My name is Tellan, by the way.” The elf looked up curiously. He’d only been expecting more violence from the man. “My…. My name is Althan, Sir.” “You don’t have to call me that now, Althan. Now you can just call me Tellan.” He looked the elf over. “I’m… sorry about the bruises, I guess I didn’t realize how rough I was… I meant to hit you, yeah, but, not that hard… I can probably get something to help the pain, if you’d like.” “I’d be very grateful for that, Si-… Tellan. If it isn’t too much trouble…” “Of course not. I feel bad for hurting you that badly.” The human left the room, and when he returned he not only carried a small container of salve for the bruises, but also some clothes for him. “Thank you, very much,” Althan said with a smile. “I can’t let you leave, Althan,” Tellan said suddenly. Althan looked at the larger man. “Why? I’m sorry I tried to steal from you… the ring, you must… know about it…” “That isn’t it. You belong to me now, Althan, whether you like it or not.” The rogue shook his head. “You can’t do this! You have no right, you can turn me into the guards, but you can’t… you can’t just keep me here!” The human put his hand on the elf’s shoulder. “Hush. You’re staying here, in my house, within the walls. I’ll treat you well, unless you misbehave… in which case, we may need a repeat of last night, which I don’t think you want.” Tears began to run down the young elf’s face, and the paladin sat down next to him and held him close. “Please… let me leave, I can’t stay here…” “I’m sorry, Althan, I just can’t… now please, just put the clothes on, and come with me. He put the clothes on, and was lead by Tellan out of the room. He led him out to the garden. He hadn’t noticed how beautiful it was before, in the dark of night. “You can come out here as much as you like, Althan,” said Tellan, while smiling. Over the next days and weeks, the two grew steadily closer, and the only incident was another bound fuck when he tried to escape the day after, which is when he learned not to try again. Tellan was becoming steadily sweeter to Althan, and Althan was beginning to trust him. “Althan?” Tellan asked the young man sitting next to him, “If I were to take you out somewhere, could I trust you not to run?” “I don’t have any reason to run anymore, Tellan, I’m happy here now...” “Well, I’m about to go to dinner at a restaurant, and I would really like to take you with me… Wait here.” The taller man left the room for a moment, and returned carrying a small leather collar and a leash. “You… you aren’t serious, are you? You’re going to take me out in public… with that?” “Until I’m completely sure I can trust you, I don’t see that I have another choice,” the human said, grinning slightly as he slipped the collar onto the young rogue and attached the leash. “This isn’t necessary, Tellan…” he said softly, trying to be as sweet as possible. The taller man kissed him on the lips, but shook his head. “Behave this time, and we’ll see about next time.” The rogue sighed and nodded, waiting for his master to lead him, but he didn’t move. “Dogs are supposed to walk on all fours, my dear.” Tellan grinned wryly at the look of shock on the elf’s face. “You can’t really expect me to… walk like a dog…” he blushed, angered at how at the same how he hated this, he found it turning him on. “Do you remember what happened last time you disobeyed me?” The paladin was starting to get impatient. The elf sighed softly. “Yes, Sir.” He got down on his hands and knees, and his master led him out the door. Out in the street, the strange appearance of a high elf on a leash drew strange glances and laughter from many. “This is so humiliating, sir….” And yet, he could not ignore his stiffening cock. A small child ran up, and asked the paladin, “Why do you have that man on a leash?” to which Tellan smiled and responded, “I don’t see a man, I just see a dog. And dogs should stay on a leash. Bark, dog!” Humiliated, Althan barked twice for his master, and the child ran away giggling to her mother, tugging on her skirt and pointing back at the strange sight. The mother pulled her child away. Several minutes later, they were at the restaurant. Althan expected to be allowed to sit at a table, but again, he was wrong. Tellan just told the waiter to get the elf a bowl of scraps or leftovers from the kitchen and let him eat it on the floor, while he himself had an elaborate meal. He got several compliments on his ‘dog’, but also several people were critical of why an elf would be kept on a leash. After dinner, he was lead by his master to the park, where he was forced to piss on a tree, before going home. Once home, he was tied up, but gently, and fucked lovingly on his bed, then left there in the darkness overnight, crying.

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Chapter 3 - Unintentional Attraction chaper 3

The sun rose on the cold morning. Aethas had not slept in days, as Naril had never woken up. He was exhausted, but he sat diligently by his lovers side, occasionally tipping some water into his mouth, or into his own, praying to the gods he had no faith in for some kind of help. It had been nearly a week, hadn’t it? He couldn’t tell, it felt like a year. Every now and then the druid would stir, mumble in his sleep, but nothing more, so the warlock kept his solemn vigil. Around noon, Aethas had to move. He went outside to breathe some fresh air, just for a minute. While he was out there, he heard a moan from inside, so he rushed back in, and saw Naril trying to take off some of his bandages. “Stop that, you need those!” he rushed over and tried to get him to lay down. “How…. How long was I asleep? I have such a headache…” he rubbed his temples tenderly, wincing a bit. “Nearly a week…. I was so scared I was going to lose you, Naril… you have no idea… I haven’t slept….. I’ve hardly eaten….” Before Aethas could stop him, Naril took of his bandages, and to his surprise, his wounds were completely healed. “That’s…. spectacular… I can’t believe it, how could all those wounds be healed already?” Naril smiled wisely and simply said, “Never doubt the power of nature.” He held the smaller man close to him. “You’re shaking. You need to eat something.” Aethas nodded weakly and got up and turned toward the kitchen when Naril stopped him. “No, let me. I’m better now. YOU’RE the one that needs help now.” He sighed. “I don’t ALWAYS want to be the helpless one, Naril…” he said with a small smile. As if to prove a point, Naril gave a very gentle push, and Aethas easily fell back onto the bed. “See? Let me make you something.” The warlock grumbled an ok. Watching the older man get up and walk, moving as fluidly as a much younger man, let alone an uninjured one, was remarkable. Watched until the man was finished cooking, then ate as if it was his last meal. After he finished, he walked up to his lover and kissed him on the lips, a long, passionate kiss. “I’ve been waiting a week for that,” he said happily as he turned back toward the bed, only to have the older man’s hands wrap around his waist. He looked back, and was met with another kiss. He turned around, into the embrace, as he and his lover kissed for a while, and eventually just stared into each other’s eyes. Eventually the older man reached down and undid both of their pants as they stood there, letting them fall to the ground, and started rubbing both of their cocks together, and they both immediately start stiffening in his hand, and his lover squirming in his other arm. “Mm, my love… the feel of your skin against mine… my cock against yours…” his sentence ended in a long, soft moan. Aethas was too busy moaning himself to respond trying to find something to lean against while simultaneously leaning into his lover, thrusting ever so slightly into his lovers hand, and against his hard member. Naril took his hand that wasn’t busy rubbing their cocks together, and reached it around to finger the younger mans asshole. Aethas was startled at the sudden intrusion, but a quick kiss from his lover calmed him down, and soon he was moaning louder than ever. Another minute or so of this was all it took for the younger man to climax, and Naril wasn’t far behind. After they both came, they lay down on the bed, Naril on top, kissing furiously, his cock pressed against the warlock’s asshole. “Do it, Naril, fuck me, please,” panted Aethas, desperate for more. “Are you sure?” Naril asked, remembered the boys last experience with anal sex. “Yes, please, fuck me!” he gasped, kissing his lover again and again, like a man condemned. Naril slowly entered his young partner, listening to his pleasured gasps and moans as he did. He started gently, fucking him slowly, easing into it, speeding up slowly, but steadily, until he was pounding the smaller man so hard the bed was rocking violently, and he was practically screaming in pleasure. Eventually, they both came again, at which point the druid collapsed on top of the young warlock, and soon they both fell asleep. “Wake up!!! Aethas, Wake up!!!” Aethas jerked his head up, hearing Naril screaming in such a panicked way, he got up quickly, still naked, and rushed outside where he’d heard him. It didn’t take him long to realize the issue- the forest was ablaze! Not a small fire, the entire surrounding area was on fire! “What happened here?! Was it the orcs? The Satyr?” “I don’t know, we have to get out of here though! The only way is off the cliff, into the river!” Grabbing a pair of pants as fast as he could, Aethas quickly joined Naril on the ledge. “Hold my hand!” Naril told him, and grabbed his hand. They jumped. The fall was awful. He kept his eyes closed the whole time. They landed with a painful splash, and for a moment Aethas was sure they were going to drown, but he never let go of Naril’s hand, and before he knew it they were above water again. They quickly swam to the other side of the river and climbed out, collapsing on the side, panting heavily. “Are you ok, Naril?” “I’m more worried about you… Are you ok?” After a while of assure each other that they were indeed alright, they decided to face the issue of where to go next. “We should head to Astranaar,” said Aethas. “They must know what’s going on. “No,” Naril disagreed. “We should head directly for the Cenarion Circle in Moonglade. They will know more than mere sentinels.” “You’re probably right about that,” Conceded Aethas, and they began towards moonglade.

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Chapter 2 - Aftermath

Kuroka scrambled out of the bed as fast she could, slightly hurting Kuroka’s feelings. It wasn’t like she actually penetrated her or anything.  “I. HATE. YOU.” Koneko screeched the last three words and they struck Kuroka at her core.  And something snapped.  “NO! No, damn it! You’re not leaving!” She zipped over to the closed bedroom door, almost tripping over herself from the switch from orgasmic bliss to this shit. She grabbed Koneko’s arm harshly. “Kuroka, what are you-” Kuroka leaned in close, inches from Koneko’s face. “I’ll MAKE you love me again!” She snarled, keeping her voice low. “If you try any-” Koneko wrestled her arm away from Kuroka, surprising her. And, in the next moment, slapped her with her opposite hand as hard as she could. Kuroka yelped in pain and stumbled backward. That slap really hurt. She heard Koneko grab the doorknob in the next moment so Kuroka took all her effort to shrug the pain off for a moment to just get her sister again. She surged forward and tackled Koneko to the floor which made the both of them grunt in pain.  “Stop moving,” Kuroka hissed malevolently to Koneko, who was struggling relentlessly. Kuroka wasn’t having a hard time keeping her weak sister under her grasp since it wasn’t some bitch slap from out of nowhere. It was kind of amusing seeing her try to get out of her grasp so hard to no avail. She could see Koneko’s small chest puff up and down so quickly. She must be scared.  Was it bad that Kuroka liked seeing that? It wasn’t like Kuroka was going to actually hurt her. “You have the looks,” Kuroka growled under her breath, “But no brawn. None at all.” Kuroka picked her sister up in a vice grip and took her back to the cum-stained bed but not before turning the bedside lamp on. “What the hell?” Koneko spit out some bits of cum that had made it into her mouth before. Laying her on the bed Kuroka could finally get a decent look at her sister without the darkness. Her face was absolutely covered. A critical hit of a strand forced Koneko to one eye closed too. Fuck, Kuroka was going to get a boner again before she knew it. Koneko once again scrambled off the bed again and gazed down at her ruined nightgown. ”A-All I did was fall asleep in your bed,” she said, at a loss for words. “I-I- What’s wrong with you, Kuroka?!” “I couldn’t even take this off in front of you??” Kuroka didn’t respond but deflated under her sister’s angry gaze. The mood whiplash was real. It didn’t feel right that all…this happened purely because of Kuroka and her selfish “needs”. As if she couldn’t have just masturbated in another room or something. “Well?! Say something!” Koneko screeched.  Kuroka repeated nothing. There wasn’t anything she could say! What, ‘Oh, my bad. I got super horny and just had to bust on you.’? She couldn’t look at Koneko at all. Crippling shame washed over her body - colder than the drying cum. Koneko’s good eye kept rapidly looking at the bed and back on her body. Kuroka was sure Koneko would never ever forgive her. What if she never wants to see me again?! One horrible decision and she’s going to lose her little sister forever! “You freak…” muttered Koneko. “H-huh?!” “YOU FUCKING FREAK!” She hurled her scream at Kuroka. Her face and hands were curled in unbridled rage. “All I wanted,” her voice broke for a second, “All I wanted was to relax with you! Was lying down in a nightgown too much for you, horndog???” Kuroka could feel layers of her being being violently stripped away piece by piece. Her mouth was agape.  Koneko looked down at her cum-covered cloth again disgustedly and looked like she shrinking down. Down down down to get away from her own nightgown and skin. “A shower won’t even begin to be enough to get rid of your FILTH,” she said, “I HATE you, Kuroka!” And with the words she dreaded hearing the most, Koneko resumed leaving the room. Hatehatehatehatehatehate. Her beloved little truly hated her now. Kuroka’s bottom lip trembled until she chanced a look at Koneko’s face.  Koneko wasn’t even looking at her. Just staring straight at the door. That’s when it hit Kuroka, Am I dead to her? That horrible, dreadful realization ground whatever was shattered in Kuroka into dust. Poof.  And when you’re hurt? You get even.  Koneko was at the door and about to leave. If she hates me then it wouldn’t matter if I did this. It was the second time but Kuroka bounded over to Koneko and wrapped her arms from behind her and they crashed to the ground. “Ouch! Get off of me!!” spit out Koneko. They had fallen hard - Kuroka flat on top of Koneko’s back - and Koneko was right back to struggle valiantly to no damn avail. There was no way Kuroka was going to back down now. Not again. Koneko could barely turn her head around to look at Kuroka but judging from her small gasp of terror, what she saw in Kuroka’s face wasn’t good. “G-get off of me!” She said that again with renewed anger. “As if I want to even be around you again! I HATE YOU!” Those FUCKING words. They drilled a hole straight into Kuroka’s heart. She adored and loved her sister so much and yet… Koneko suddenly bucked upward and almost headbutted her. Whether that was intentional or not, it pissed Kuroka off even more.  “NO! NO! NO! You’re NOT leaving!” Kuroka tightened her grip on Koneko’s slim wrists. She cried out but Kuroka couldn’t hear. “I’ll MAKE you love me again!” Kuroka knew that Koneko knew what she meant by that. From Kuroka’s point of view, she was naked on a hot piece of ass who NEEDED to learn how loved she truly was. And as expected, her cock was nearly fully hard again through this full ordeal. Still hard enough to shoot more cum to compliment the white walls. Kuroka didn’t want to hurt Koneko. They were still sisters after all. “You just need to relax,” she cooed in her sister’s ear. Koneko was nothing but a wilting flower right now but Kuroka would have that problem pollinated soon enough. “I stared at your body for so long. Do you know what kind of agony I had to sit through?” Kuroka said. She reached a hand down and rested on Koneko’s used thigh, tiptoeing to the place she’d never dared to be before.  “Someone- someone normal should be able to sleep next to their sibling and not assault them.” Koneko hissed. “I was always afraid of you too,” “Koneko continued, “A girl with a penis?? As if you’d ever turn to be a sister I’d care about.” Kuroka froze. The sincerity in Koneko’s voice. It was killing her. Koneko managed to turn her head to her side, enough for Kuroka to see half of a full, sadistic smile on her little sister’s face. “I will never love a freak like you.” Was this what it felt like? To have zero options left? Koneko still looked at Kuroka with that smile, obviously anticipating to be let go. Well, if that was how Koneko wanted to treat her sister then she was going to get a taste of her own medicine. A BIG taste. “Aw~ What’s wrong, limp dick? Lose your nerve?” Koneko snarled. Rage spiked under Kuroka’s skin but she barely managed to keep her voice steady. “No,” She said calmly, “But I’m going to make you lose yours.” With precisely zero effort, Kuroka turned her sister around onto her back. Kuroka wanted to gaze at Koneko’s shitty attitude. It was unfortunate, but it was going to be ironed out sooner or later. Koneko couldn’t do a damn thing about her being forced to let Kuroka behold her cum-encrusted face and attire and face. Her face was still that perfect shade of tomato red and Kuroka wanted to keep the good times rolling. “I think,” she murmured softly, “This is the best way to start things off. You WILL understand how much I love you.” “!” Koneko couldn’t say anything since Kuroka closed her eyes and kissed her on the lips. Butterflies exploded in her stomach, like the ones you’d get from experiencing your first kiss.  Despite those happy butterflies, she could guess it was all revulsion from Koneko. She tried to jerk her head away but that only fueled Kuroka’s desire for a juicy kiss even more. She snaked her arm behind Koneko’s back enough to embrace her and rub her head a little too! The more Koneko pushed back, the more she had to push! Kuroka pushed her tongue into Koneko’s mouth with an inward giggle. Pushing me away won’t work, my silly little kitten~ thought Kuroka. It was adorable of a fight her little sister was putting up without doing much of anything at all! Koneko was clawing at her back now, but it was nothing but a pleasant backscratch to her lusty mind. Plus, she was making damn sure to ground her hips into her baby sister. “OHVE NOOOML!” Koneko - voice slurred with Kuroka’s tongue in her mouth - rapidly used her head to continually “point” to the window to their right to get Kuroka’s attention. Kuroka rolled her eyes but did so despite her renewed erection threatening to destroy Koneko’s pussy if it got the chance. Kuroka's eyes widened at what she saw and scrambled off of Koneko and rapidly jerked off over her sister’s fear-ridden body. It was only right for her to mark her cum dumpster with her semen right before it all ended. Oppenheimer turned the sex into a threesome as his nuclear bomb-style nut ripped the girls off the planet.  The end.

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Chapter 1 - #0001 Bulbasaur - A Long Journey Begins

Featured Characters and Pokémon: Leaf x m!Bulbasaur Tags: Happy Sex, Tentacle (Vine) Sex, Female Masturbation “The early Pidgey catches the Caterpie! Let’s go go go!”  Leaf’s mom’s words echoed in her head. She’d woken Leaf up after she’d somehow slept through her - imported - Loudred alarm clock. “We’ll have to get you one designed after Exploud next!” Her mom joked from the bedroom door as Leaf ran around her room faster than a Jolteon! And just like that she was out the door and headed to Professor Oak’s Lab with minimal issues. “Excuse me! Sorry!” Leaf barely dodged the ONE dude on the lone road to the lab. “That’s Pallet Town for ya,” She grumbled. “Come for the lab and stay for the…not much else.” Everyone in Pallet knew Leaf’s extreme desire to spread her wings and blast out of her hometown with the force of a Boomburst. When Leaf wasn’t being forced to help her mom around the house like an underpaid Machoke she was pouring over the Pokémon Trainer Handbook her mom had bought her during one of her monthly trips to the Poké Mart in Viridian City. It was a wonderful gift in anticipation that Leaf was going out to pick up  a Pokémon from Professor Oak in the coming months. From what she read and absorbed from the handbook, it was extremely unlikely that the Gym Leader in Viridian would accept her as a challenger so Pewter City was Leaf’s best bet for her first-ever Gym Badge! And what type did Brock specialize in? Rock-types! Leaf snickered to herself, enjoying her cleverness. The Lab was within her sight and she already knew the best way to make the first two Gyms on her journey a piece of cake!  Blue probably had chosen his Pokémon already and Leaf knew the extent of his “research” was choosing the Pokémon that “matched my name best!”. Leaf loved Blue like a brother but she wished he took such a life-changing decision more seriously. At least his decision made it much easier for her to pick a handsome Bulbasaur! * * * * “PROFESSSSORRRR!!!” Leaf announced her presence to the lab - startling the aides - but she carried on anyway and made a beeline for the back of it. Professor Oak was still patiently waiting for her. He held his hand out in a ‘STOP’ motion and Leaf skidded to a stop in front of the three Poké Balls to the right of both of them. Oak nervously laughed. “With the grace of a racing Rhyhorn, my dear…”  “Where the heck is Blue, Professor Oak? I wanna battle him!” Leaf looked around the lab eagerly, expecting him to pop out and do just that “Blue? BLUEEEE!” Get your butt out here! I didn’t come here not to battle someone today, y’know!!” “It’s nearly afternoon!” Oak laughed, “Even my grandson couldn’t wait for you any longer and took off with his Squirtle just as quickly as you entered. Besides, you don’t even have a Pokémon yourself just yet!  He was right and Leaf understood she had to take a chill pill…even if she and Bulbasaur were going to become the greatest duo Kanto had ever seen! Oak started scratching his chin, “I should call Blue back in here so Squirtle can cool you down!” “Okay, okay…you're just a barrel of laughs today aren’t you, Professor?”  Leaf grumbled to herself. “Alright, no more dilly-dallying! It’s time for you to pick your partner!” Oak said. He gestured to the two last Poke Balls sitting on the holder and Leaf knew immediately which one she wanted to pick. She carefully reached out and let her fingers graze the Poke Ball. The top side had a cute little green symbol so all the newbie trainers would know which Pokemon was inside. Not Leaf though - she already knew, of course! Without hesitation, Leaf grabbed the Poke Ball and lifted it in the air in anticipation. Bulbasaur was about to come out! She could barely contain her excitement! It was a rustle and a shake before it burst open with an amazing white light. The beam spilled out of the ball and fell to the floor with a flourish of sparks! The white light quickly formed an unmistakable bulb and adorable face to match! There was no mistaking that as anything other than a Bulbasaur! “EEEE!” Leaf clapped her hands together excitedly. It was finally happening! Her very own Pokémon! Bulbasaur stretched forward and backward with an adorably great big yawn while his vines extended from his bulb and got a good stretch too. Leaf was mesmerized by it. He shook away his tiredness and looked expectantly at Professor Oak. “Oh! I’m afraid you’re not under my care anymore Bulba. Your trainer is right there!” He pointed at Leaf.  Bulbasaur tilted his head at Oak, “Bulba?” He turned around slowly and looked up at Leaf, his curiosity piqued. Leaf knew that this was the one time in her life she should be calm and collected about something so she tentatively knelt in front of Bulbasaur and held her hand out and waited for him to accept it. Oak stood off to the side with a slight and serene-looking smile which helped calm Leaf’s nerves.  Bulbasaur tentatively reached out with a vine and grazed fingertips just like how Leaf did it with his Poké Ball. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, inspecting his vine and it made Leaf’s breath caught in a hitch. What if he doesn’t like me?! It would crush her! But…but! Bulbasaur tilted his and smiled up at Leaf. “Bul-ba! Saur!” If that wasn’t a clear “Nice to meet you!” then Leaf didn’t know what was!  “YAYYYY! Nice to meet you - hm - Bulba!!! LET’S GOOO!” She picked him up with two hands and made like a Zubat out of hell to FINALLY start her journey to become a Pokémon Champion! “I’LL BE CHAMP BEFORE YOU, BLUE! ME AND BULBA SWEAR!” In her excitement, she kinda forgot she was there with Oak and his aides but there was no time - she had to get to that tall grass that mercilessly stood unforgivingly in her path for so many years!  “Hm?” Leaf was about to step into Route 1 but she heard a voice behind her faintly.  It didn’t seem right to have Bulbasaur cooped up in his Poké Ball again so soon so she and him were gonna take the first steps into Route 1 together. He nuzzled her chest, “Ba!” “Leaf, please wait! You still need a Pokédex!” Professor Oak half jogged, half ran to Leaf and Bulbasaur, frantically waving a Pokédex in his hand. He nearly collapsed in front of the pair but managed to catch his breath. “Fin-fin-finish my life’s work, you two…” He gasped again. “Woo, I’m not as young as I used to be…I need to ask Elm if he has any X Speed…I don’t want to make a trip to the Poké Mart again!” He passed the Pokédex to Leaf and she gladly accepted it with a smile. Leaf grinned. “Thank you, Professor Oak. For everything.” She knelt to check on Bulbasaur for a moment and decided to keep out of his Poké Ball for now and headed off to Route 1 with Oak waving her off and a new friend by her side. * * * * “BULBASAUR??! Why didn’t you dodge that Gust? It was right in front of you, damn it!” Leaf was fuming so badly that even a Rawst Berry couldn’t cure her flames. Through her ranting, she noticed something Bulbasaur. Her harsh words and actions were making her Pokémon slowly edge away from her. And if the way she was treating him wasn’t bad enough, Leaf could see Bulba’s eyes welling with tears! All at once a muddy water-sized wave of regret and shame rolled over her. Her eyes stung with tears.”Bulby! N-never mind!” She called out, “Please, come here! Please!” She ran over to Bulbasaur and Leaf coddled him the way her mother used to do to her. “Th-The number one thing my mom and Professor Oak told m-m-me… W-was that Pokémon are our friends and partn-” Leaf choked back on her  WAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Leaf finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into a fit blubbering and tears. “L-let’s-” she sniffled, “Let’s go back home for tonight, Bulby.” She held Bulbasaur tighter to her chest and headed home silently with her head down. * * * *  Leaf’s mom completely understood the situation and let Leaf head to her room with Bulby immediately. Thank you too, Mom… Hours had passed since she’d gotten to her room but Leaf was desperate to feel some kind of connection again and she hoped the time she had given to Bulbasaur feel a little bit better. She gently placed Bulbasaur in the middle of her bed and sat down next to him. For the first time in her life, Leaf didn’t feel like saying anything. Bulby was avoiding eye contact with her but at least he wasn’t moving away from her life before… “Um, Bulby?” She traced his bulb lightly, tracking her finger from the soft glow of the moonlight. Her window was cracked open too. The Kanto countryside was something Leaf adored since she was a kid, it was the main reason why she wanted to be a Pokémon Trainer in the first place. To make many friends, adventures, memories… She mindlessly swung her legs in and out of the underside of her bed. “It all starts with you…Bulby.” Her bottom lip trembled, keeping an eye on her finger, she didn’t want to lose the moment. “I’m sorry.” Leaf didn’t know what else to say so continued tracing Bulby’s bulb. It was so impressive looking and a lot of power was encased in it. Energy from the sun could heal him because of it, his strong vines to protect himself and Leaf if anything bad happened…It made Leaf feel even worse about the way she treated him. Hours could’ve passed with the two of them like that but Bulbasaur suddenly stood up, shocking Leaf. “Bulby?” She questioned but he silently walked over to her and settled down in her lap and closed his eyes. “Aww, Bulby. I’ve got you, I’m here.” Leaf fully pet his head now, gingerly rubbing it. Bulby turned his head toward her hand more and that made Leaf happier more than anything that had happened this (previously) crummy day. Her spirits were soaring upward so she let herself gather Bulby into her arms and scooted back a little, turned, and laid down with him peacefully resting on her stomach.  Leaf felt so calm and happy that she almost fell asleep but she was only “disturbed” when Bulby’s vines came out. It came as nothing but a blank shock to her when it - again - grazed the sides of her body like a lover would. Shocked yeah, but not unwelcome. She opened her sleepy eyes and they adjusted to the darkness after a moment. “Bulby..?” She looked at him but Bulby’s eyes were closed but he didn’t seem to be asleep. “Um….you can keep going.” Leaf had no idea what the right answer to this situation was but she knew deep down she already trusted Bulbasaur more than anything and felt that he felt the same about her. Taking it as permission from her, one long vine started to slowly coil up Leaf’s right leg.”Oh! That’s different..” Leaf didn’t know what to say. The vine was thick and strong but comforting too. Her toes kept curling and uncurling as the vine started touching just about her knee. It was hard to explain, but the biggest feeling Leaf was feeling right then was a LOT of Butterfree in her stomach. Her legs unconsciously tightened and untightened. She squeezed her eyes shut and held Bulby close while the vine turned higher and higher up her bare leg. It was making her sweat too, that was crazy to her. She wished she knew what Bulby was thinking but his eyes were still shut. But, Leaf could’ve sworn she saw a slight smile on his face. “Mmm?” She gripped her shirt tightly, and the tip of the vine finally stopped and rested just on her pussy. Leaf was almost glad she still had her panties on…This situation was overwhelming but in the best way. Excitement charged the air for the both of them and Leaf nearly giggled as Bulby’s right vine started touching her chest. He tugged her shirt up easily and Leaf sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him to stop. The vine around her leg was consistently tightening and untightening, pushing against her pussy for a moment then pulling away. He was teasing her!  It was making Leaf breathless and hot to the touch. She had taken her hat off ages and it was a good thing too, she was starting to sweat and it felt so good. What was bringing her to the edge was Bulby also touching her breast. He nuzzled closer to her and his other vine crossed over left and right over her aroused nipples. “Mm~!” A moan squeaked out of Leaf’s mouth. “Bulbyyy,” she whined under her breath. “I’m just gonna’ do it, you’re making me feel so good.” Leaf moved her hand away from patting Bulby’s head and moved it down to her wettening crotch. A thousand Shock Wave from her clit to her brain. It felt amazing to touch it directly, even if she didn’t feel like pulling her underwear down. She couldn’t Bulby was in the perfect spot! He was so warm and his vines were working her leg, pussy, and breasts just right. “Yes, Bulby! Keep that pace, don’t stop!” Leaf somehow kept her voice down low enough to say that but words quickly became less needed for them to communicate in this intimate moment. Leaf closed her eyes and brushed her index and middle finger with added pressure on her clit again. Her body felt so supercharged that even that could’ve made her cum if she had her Vibravator in her pussy too. She kept rubbing her clit and her pussy was so slick from her state of arousal, she felt like a broken record for continuing to think of how amazing it felt.  No way she saw her day ending like this but she loved Bulbasaur with her whole heart. The little, pleasurable, shocks that made Leaf tighten her legs together were nothing but bursts of pleasure weren’t gonna stop the river just under her panties. But it just wasn’t enough to make her cum yet! For about 2.2 seconds until she felt Bulby sensed the frantic rubbing of her pussy and decided to take the reins from there. It was so hot to Leaf that he still didn’t feel the need to open his eyes and adjust himself when what he was doing already was driving her mind wild. He stretched the vine that was wrapped around her leg just enough so he could wrap the tip around Leaf’s hand. He took control and guided her to an amazing orgasm. “Mm, yes Bulby! Do that!” Leaf was almost afraid that she would hurt Bulby with how strongly she was holding his vine but he smoothly took over her pace and move her hand faster and faster over her pussy. “Oh? O-oh! Mm??” Leaf struggled to say anything now. Her pussy was sensitive to the touch, her orgasm was close and Bulby wasn’t letting up. “A-ahhh! Bulby!!” The tight feeling in Leaf’s loins was reaching the point of no return and Leaf was seeing stars. Her hand was tangled up in Bulby’s strong vine as they kept her pussy so strongly, so fast.FUCK! Leaf’s mind cried out with ecstasy as she came. Her body locked up, barely aware of anything but her cumming and of course Bulby. Her legs smashed together while she savored the orgasm, her body staying so tight to milk the pleasure from her hand and his vine as long as it could. Leaf’s first orgasm from a Pokémon and it was perfect.  “I love you so much, Bulby.” “Bul-ba-saur, Bulbasaur.” They sunk into a deep and peaceful sleep. * * * * Thanks for reading! My Patreon will feature exclusive art of every chapter for Tier 2 and above subscribers AND an exclusive series - Pokémoan Red and Blue (every female trainer and trainer class in Kanto banged by Red - for patrons at Tier 4 and above! Posted weekly!

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Chapter 1 - Uno

Camilla hummed without a care in the world as she picked flowers for her beloved big brother, Corrin. Elise was the one who brought up the wonderful idea of picking some in honor of him bringing both their families together. She was wearing her normal attire that showcased her beautifully firm D-cup breasts. No wonder Corrin always averted his eyes when they interacted, she was a knockout. In her humble opinion, of course.   She swung her shapely hips from side to side as she carefully picked each and every flower. Like the color of his Omega Yato and blazing eyes - and the color of the blood of her enemies who dared to hurt her family - she chose the reddest flowers that she could find. She bent over to collect the last flower she needed, unaware of the menacing eyes that followed her every step and perfectly curved ass. It was a shame her garb blocked her salivating viewer from the more sensitive bits. Camilla was still locked away in her fantasy world, unaware of the multiple red eyes boring into her from the trees that surrounded the field of flowers. Humming a little ditty that was quite reminiscent of Azura's favorite song, she began to head back to her siblings in the castle. Well, she tried to, anyway. "H-huh?!" she said as she fell to the hard ground dumbly. She guessed from the heaviness she felt in her limbs at that moment someone must've used a staff to cast Slow on her. Her confusion on who it was ended quickly though, as out of the corner of Camilla's eye from her facedown position she saw a group of nasty goblins quickly moving toward her with what she guessed to be glee. Fear caught in her throat. But in the back of her mind, they were honestly nothing quite like what Camilla imagined them to be. Instead of large, hulking monsters that towered over her, she saw small, grotesque little creatures closing in on her with their tongues out. She struggled to stand but she only successful got up to her knees, which was coincidentally the perfect blowjob-receiving position. Those goblins must've certainly thought they bagged a special kind of girl, one that was apparently already read for their hard cocks. Camilla cringed away from them as the first thing that hit her scents was the stench. Forget a shower once in a while, these fuckers smelled like they'd never even seen a bar of soap. Camilla's beautifully long purple hair glowed with her nice-smelling shampoo and the last thing she wanted was any of them ruining it. One goblin reached for the grand prize already, her prized tits. "Get away from me, you disgusting little gremlin!" she snarled. However, since she couldn't reach for her ax, she opted for a swift headbutt instead. The goblin recoiled in pain before three appeared out of nowhere from Camilla's point-of-view and pulled her hair back, restraining her head. She cried out in pain, hoping someone would hear her. The sun still shined high in the sky, so there was no doubt to Camilla that someone must've heard her scream. ...Right? Even though the effects of that damnable spell was already beginning to wear off, Camilla's head, arms, and legs were restrained so she'd be on her knees like a good girl. The goblin she had headbutted stumbled up to her and painfully slapped her right on the face. Camilla gasped in a mix of anger and pain, but no tears fell. It would take something much more than a wimpy slap to break someone like her. That is until she noticed that every single goblin of the sizable pack had a large erection. It didn't take a genius to understand that the small, beady black eyes the goblins used to look her up and down meant she was about to get fucked whether she wanted to or not. And she kindaaaaa did? It's not like she had much to do in the castle at the moment. Xander and Leo had things pretty much under control and Corrin and Azura was probably still fucking in their throne room day after day. Camilla recoiled as the goblin she had slapped his rock-hard cock across her cheek. Her full, pouty lips also catching the strand of pre-cum that fell from his engorged cock. As much as she wanted to hate it and break away, the pungent smell was invading her senses and making her mind, for the lack of a better word, "woozy". Without warning, the goblin snarled and shoved his dick's full length down her throat. Cut off guard, Camilla's eyes began to water as her gag reflex was tested at the fucking snake that was pulsing deep in her mouth. She didn't exactly want to savor the test, but it just happened. With her tongue laying flat in her mouth and the goblin's desperate thrusts made it obvious that she was going to taste his stinky cum if she liked it or not. The creature popped his cock out of her throat, splattering her tear-stained face with his cum and her spit. As much as Camilla wanted to grab her ax and slice the fuck out of the beast in front of her, she had to admit there was something intoxicating about being used like this. Hell, even her pussy was dripping constantly. There wasn't much time until her sweet bud was a waterfall of nectar. The goblins restraining her were far too strong for her to merely break free of. Instead, they pushed her onto hands and knees and spread her legs. Camilla could now freely turn her head around and saw that the creatures chattered amongst themselves excitedly, seeing the large wet spot on her barely-covered butt. Was it odd that Camilla didn't exactly feel fearful in her situation? The worst thing that was happening was that the goblins were clearly going to use her for their sexual satisfaction but outside of that, she knew they were just going to fuck off after that go back to their little hovels in the forest after emptying their full ballsacks. Without warning, one of the goblins behind her brandished a knife and sliced open her clothes, barely avoiding Camilla's white skin. Her clothes fell to the ground uselessly, and she could hear the grotesque creatures behind her probably arguing who could fuck her first. It felt degrading that she, a princess of Nohr, was going to be used than nothing more than a fuck toy for some gross goblins. Enough of the arguing, one of the goblin shoved his unlubed penis right into Camilla's pretty wet bud. "!!!!" Camilla gasped, and instinctively pushed forward to get the monster's horse out of her but to no avail. Some of the other goblins still had their hands on her and now Camilla noticed that they were equally as hard. The goblin behind thrust into her pussy with his large cock without a care in the word, letting the girl in front of him cry out in pain as the thick rod penetrated her again and again. Camilla could feel the hot liquid drip down her legs from their unwanted meeting. One of the goblins on her side growled and moved in front of her face, pushing his green cock into her face, clashing against her white skin.  Camilla didn't want the goblin to shove it into her mouth as rudely as the goblin did, so she opened her mouth and willingly accepted his cock with her tongue out. Still, even a gesture as nice as that didn't stop him from jackhammering the fuck out of her mouth just as it happened before.  She wished she could've sighed in annoyance, one more goblin pushed his cock into her hand so she jacked him off just so she could hurry up and deliver Corrin her beautiful flowers. ...Speaking of the flowers, they were right under Camilla's spit roasted body as the goblins shoved their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass with wild abandon. Wait a minute, how compatible was goblin semen again? A jolt of fear brought Camilla out of her bored reverie, she didn't want to get pregnant by these assholes! Whenever she offered her body up for money back at the castle she always had the foresight to make the men use a condom.  Trying to speak, Camilla struggled to stand but there was a sudden flash of silver as a blade was pressed against her throat. Their intentions were clear: take their cocks like a good slut or die. Camilla preferred living so she choked back a sob and even more cock while they abused her even more. All three goblins suddenly groaned and shoved their cocks as far forward and deep as they could into her and shot multiple ropes of their hot load inside of her and down her face. Spitting whatever cum she could out of her mouth out, Camilla tried to stand before four more goblins replaced the three she just satisfied and another knife was against her throat.  The gangbangs continued as Camilla's body was used and abused. The second group's fourth goblin's cock was long enough to lay under her and thrust his pre-cum covered cock into the pussy above. Camilla wanted to snarl herself as she felt her asshole invaded by a foreign item. Not even the men she hooked up with were allowed to use precious ass! She groaned while goblin spread her cheeks and relentless slapped them while thrusting without a care in the world. Load after load was blown into her fertile pussy. So much so that Camilla couldn't keep track of how many goblins gripped her tits while orgasming. At this point, with the amount of cum in her pussy, she was sure that her boobs were about to start lactating.  Ooh wouldn't that be wonderful? She'd be able to serenade Corrin to suck from her swollen boobs and she'd jerk off his hard cock... Free of charge, of course. Even becoming pregnant with a couple of goblin babies didn't look so bad in comparison! All she needed to do was shove them And with those thoughts swirling in her head, Camilla's tune changed very quickly. "Yeah! Fuck this cow's pussy you studs!" she yelled at the goblins the moment the second cum-covered cock retreated from her drooling mouth. By now the goblin's trusted her enough to run away so Camilla reached behind her used her finger's to spread her pussy as far her lips could be stretched. Load after load would fill her burning pussy and she didn't feel like there was nearly enough to quench her desires for more cock and cum. The semen on her face, back, and body were nice but she just wanted a neverending stream of potent cum running into her honeypot.  Their appearance no longer bothered her either. If such creatures were willing to share their delicious baby-making seed into her then she could look past their still admittedly ugly bodies. Aside from their low-hanging balls and cocks, of course. In fact, Camilla was willing to kiss and look them in the eyes to max her sexiness factor and get ever-closer to her ultimate fantasy with Corrin. Maybe even Elise would be down to try it? Her adorable baby sister looking up at her as she got drunk on Camilla's precious milk was enough to make her cum right then and there. "Mmm!" she moaned with yet another cock in her mouth. Her pussy flooded with her slick juices as increased her backward humps into the goblin behind her. She rode her orgasm out and made the goblin cum too. Even more cum flooded her pussy and Camilla wasn't even sure if she was definitely filled up yet. Surely the best part of her could and should take more dick? She reached over to any goblin that was close enough for her to play with their churning balls, hoping to face less sex and more baby batter for her begging pussy.  Her vision was filled with so much dick that her movements became almost robotic. A ball tease there, a wink there, and the mass of goblins was putty in her hands. It wasn't that far from her actions with her long list of suitors back at the castle. "Mwah!" Camilla planted a sloppy wet kiss the cockhead of retreating goblin and made a show of licking her lips at the next one in line. The flowers forgotten, her nostrils were filled with the scent of cum, cum, and more cum! Camilla excitedly redoubled her efforts to make each and every goblin cum. The blade against her throat was forgotten long ago. Hell, if anything, there was probably a goblin humping against her the outside of her throat just to get off. That was the kind of mania she was causing among them. If the goblins could whoop and holler as they were serviced by the beauty in front of them, they certainly would have. Camilla could already tell they were tripping over themselves and pushing past each other just for a chance for Camilla to touch their cocks. *Poor things*, Camilla thought. She knew herself that she was going to each and every one of them before the sunset. There was no need to act like uncivilized monsters. Oh, wait. Aside from the frantic thrusting and dick slapping going on, the goblins treated as respectfully they knew. No harm was coming to their precious cumdump and Camilla didn't dare try to change their opinion on that.  Through her cock-covered vision, Camilla saw a slightly shorter goblin with exposed breasts akin to her own size that seemed to be egging the other goblins on. She held a staff and she seemed to be the one who cast Slow on her those hours beforehand. That was a shame. If only she was getting fucked too, Camilla would've enjoyed some competition. At this point, her pussy was making sloshing noises as Camilla was completely full of goblin semen. There was no doubt in her mind that she was pregnant was many many little goblin children. The Deeprealms were about to get many like purple-haired goblins running around, that was for sure. Behind her, the last goblin collapsed as he sent his own contribution into Camilla's boiling melting pot. All around her, Camilla had dazed and knocked-out goblins who couldn't have possibly handled such a perfect body even that short time. Blew their minds she did.  Reaching down, Camilla rubbed the leaking cum from the fresh load into her pussy. It really was a shame Elise wasn't here, she would have loved to have a warm, tasty pie right now. Filled with cream, of course. Camilla stood up and lovingly fingered her pussy, planning on going back to the castle naked to fully cement herself as the personal toy of the forest goblins. There were probably going to be some guys who wanted to fuck on the way too. Her mind filled with nothing but the thoughts of cum, Camilla and her sex-stained body headed back to the castle with a smile on her face.

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Chapter 1 - Coming of Age - Keeper of the Grove.

Deep in the Forests of Ahsenvale, their lives a Curious kind of creature, Children of the Demigod Cenarius, the Dryads. With the Lower body of a stag or doe, and the upper body of a Night elf, these Graceful creatures are the guardians and caretakers of nature. Despite this, they can be quite Mischievous and playful at times, then again, what is life worth if you're not enjoying it? Our story begins with one such Dryad, her name is Lynriana, young for her kind, and curious about everything, Her hair long enough to reach her lower back, her skin a soft purple, and her eyes large pellucid and curious, her lips carrying a soft smile, her chest, of a modest size, a handful each. However, there comes a time in every dryads life, just like it does with every other living being, to reproduce, and Lyn was going through that exact phase. Confused about the signals she was getting from her own body she tried to seek help, but all of her sisters simply told her to go see the keeper.  So one day, she gathered the courage and went to see the keeper, dryads being much more numerous than they, so often one keeper looked out for a whole group of dryads. Walking though the grove to his abode, thoughts were racing though her head. But as she stood in front of him, she was stunned, he was magnificent, She had seen him many times before, but never feeling quite like this. She blushed, and almost backed away to run off before he addressed her. “Why have you come before me, Lynriana?” She hesitated, but decided to speak truthfully. “Keeper, Lately I have been experiencing some.. Weird feelings, the other sisters told me to see you.” He'd looked at her. “indeed?” She nodded, He stepped closer, sniffing the air around her. “Oh yes, I think I know what your problem is..” He grinned, something Lyn was quite unnerved about.  ”You are becoming an adult, Lynriana, and a very beautiful one at that.” She blushed further. ”A-adult?” He nodded, ”And what you are feeling, is the natural response. Simply put, you're going into heat for the first time, don't worry, I'll help you, as I've helped all your sisters, it is my duty.””H-heat?” she look at him, circling her, then for the first time, she became aware of her own body, shyly covering up her modest breasts with her hands. ”As nature Dictates it, you are ready to bear offspring, it is my duty to ensure that you carry on our race, Don't worry, I'll try to be as gentle as I can, It'll hurt, but it is necessary. I'll Cast a spell on you that dampens the pain.” She'd nod slowly, afraid of what was to come, but reassured by his words, he had indeed always been kind to her and her sisters. She could feel a tingle between her hind legs as the spell took effect, it tickled her, in a good way. ”Are you ready?” He asked, she nodded, he stepped behind her, before rearing up resting on on her back, she'd grunt and buck slightly from the weight, but keep her ground, he'd wrap his arms around her waist, as he adjusted himself. ”That's it.” Then she felt it, a hard flared object pushing against her sex, She gasped out as he continued to push forward gently, her petals spread slowly with his gentle pushes. With a grunt, he managed to push the tip in, forcing Lyn to cry out in pain, the feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, He waited, allowed her to accustom. With a nod from her he began to buck into her deeper, grunting softly, the pain was there, but a new feeling was welling up in her, between her legs, it felt good, and she relished it, soon it was drowning the pain, and she began to pant lightly. He praised her with sweet whispers in her ears, she simply giggled in return, nothing mattered anymore but the thick slab of meat deep inside of her, by now her juices were leaking out, making the lovemaking ease along. They kept going like this for several minutes, eventually their stamina was drained, and he roared in Climax, she gasped as she felt how his cock throbbed, before filling her insides with hot sticky sperm, loving it. Groaning as he kept cumming. Eventually the stream would subside and he pulls out, stroking her head. ”You have done well, Lynriana, I am proud of you.” She smiled. ”Will I bear young now?” She asked. perhaps, It is up to the goddess.”  Lyn left with a whole new view on life, not satisfied from the short tryst with the keeper she wanted more, she wanted to taste what life was like, so she set herself a goal, to mate with every creature in Ashenvale.

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Chapter 1 - One Kiss Is All It Takes

Darling ♫ Darling ♫ I’m almost home, my darling! ♥ Miia happily hummed to herself and slithered along. Her head moved left and right in a pendulum kind of way - light and without a care in the world. It was almost as if the cloudless sky and empty sidewalk encouraged Miia to return home faster! She had a  peerlessly happy mood like this and it was only natural for her to develop a slight tunnel vision when the house and her beloved darling were the only things on Miia’s mind.  She was wearing a bright yellow sundress that she made sure that darling complimented her before leaving the house earlier that morning. Miia merrily slithered along without intent to stop or slow down for ANYTHING or ANYONE! That is a very precious time that could instead be spent with her darling! That was her plan at least. But life has a funny way of changing quickly and drastically.  While the sidewalk was still evident in front of Miia she only realized at the last moment that a woman was hanging out at the front of an alleyway that somehow still managed to look seedy despite the shining sun overhead.  I hope she didn’t notice me… Miia thought to herself, nearly slithering…sideways to avoid the random woman. She didn’t mind engaging in conversation with others - especially when she could flaunt the yellow sundress that her darling picked out for her - but instead of wasting time talking about her darling Miia wanted to be with her darling. She tried to keep slithering along but the woman addressed her directly just as passed by. “Hey, you!” The woman had a surprisingly energetic vibe to it, if not rude. She held her arm out to prevent Miia from continuing her slither. Miia wanted to leave ASAP but she felt it would’ve been rude of her not to comment on the pretty purple fingernail polish and lipstick the women had on. It complimented her dark skin and blonde hair, even if Miia’s sundress was just a bit better. “Um, what’s your name? I like your lipstick too...” Miia halfheartedly tried to start a conversation and compliment the woman in the same breath but the woman impolitely rolled her eyes at Miia’s words in a “Yes. I KNOW that.” type of way. “I think I’ll let you call me Ayaka since we’re gonna get to know each other right here and right now!” “?!” Miia felt very put off by her words. She didn’t want to mingle with someone who would say such forward things to someone she just met, no way! “I think I’ll be going now…” The sudden attention already weirded Miia out so escalating that to touch made her want to slither away from this strange woman as fast as possible. “I really need to go - sorry!” She tried to slither to the left but that frustratingly took more time to do than for the woman who simply stepped once to her right. “What do you want??” Miia raised her voice, silently hoping that someone - or a certain someone - would come along and get this person away from her. But the last thing she wanted happened instead. The black woman stepped forward close enough that Miia’s internal alarm bells started blaring. “I-!” Miia began to move away but the woman was surprisingly strong given her slender frame, and grabbed Miia’s arm. Miia was shaking like a leaf now as the woman used her other to force their eyes to meet. “Calm down.” The woman spoke calmly but full of force. It scared Miia in a way she’d never felt before. “You’ve just kept talking and talking, jeez. I can’t focus on your best features when the whiniest one keeps blabbering on,” she said. Miia tried to interrupt her but the woman covered her mouth with her hand. The woman kept it firm against her mouth despite Miia’s vigorous head shaking. She barely registered and didn’t care what she meant by “best features” either. That was something that only mattered when her Darlong was around. “Why don’t you just relax you fuc- OUCH!!” The woman yelped in pain, Miia had bitten down on a finger that was sticking out further than the others and finally wrestled the woman’s hand from her face.  Then, her feeling of reassurance was cut short. “I will not let something like you get away from me.” The woman hissed at Miia, her voice low. “I noticed you from a mile away. And how couldn’t I? Thank fuck your body already did the talking for you.” She leered at Miia like some desperate pervert, which scared her. Ayaka - which just came to Miia since her “not giving this woman another thought” plan fell through - moistened her lips like some cliche attacker and the situation would’ve made Miia laugh if she wasn’t terrified to her tail and back. “Let’s go somewhere more private. Now.” Ayaka suddenly wrapped both of her strong arms around Miia and dragged her away from the sunny sidewalk, and over to the right where a dark alleyway was hidden between two tall buildings. Miia was quick to yelp for help but Ayaka was just as fast in steering her into the cramped, dark alleyway where there was barely enough room for her to breathe. Ayaka pushed her through first but just as she was about halfway in, Ayaka yanked her back with her long red hair. Miia yelped in pain but couldn’t even turn around because of how close the walls were. Only Ayaka stood right behind her and a dead end was in front.  Ayaka chuckled venomously. “This is my favorite part. The chase is always fun but I love to see how a monster like you will react to my kisses?” Miia didn’t get what she meant by that but Ayaka giggled the last part like a flytrap that was going to snap. “Get ready,” she whispered, mere centimeters behind Miia’s vulnerable face. “And get used to it.  She planted her thick lips onto Miia’s own so it was expected she’d start resisting again. “No-mpf!” Miia violently shook her head to wrestle he lips away from Ayaka but she was fast - she quickly had a hand on the back of Miia’s head to keep her head as still as she could while their lips were pressed against each other.  Miia hated kissing someone who wasn’t her Darling. Why did someone like Ayaka even single her out in the first palace anyway!? She tried to move or get away or do something but Ayaka tightened her lips and her other arm wrapped around Miia’s lower back. “Mm mm mmm~” Ayaka hummed with a singsongy tune. She was perfectly content at the moment with Miia as long as it was going to take for the monster to change her tune. It was gonna be so hot when they pulled away and Miia’s fair-colored lips stained with the deep purple of her lipstick. Her little mind wasn’t going to need much coaxing either. But considering how much Ayaka could tell her prey was already relaxing her guard since dragging her into the alley. Miia felt Ayaka’s tongue pushing against her teeth. A thousand words there for sure but it scared her. She didn’t feel repulsed anymore which troubled her even more because it felt like she could keep going if their tongues ended up intertwining.  Our tongues are totally gonna intertwine, thought Ayaka. If this thing wasn’t going to give her what she wanted then she was perfectly fine with takin’ from a monster instead.  No more games.  Ayaka pulled her lips away from Miia’s for a second and dived right back on Miia’s cheek.  Mmm mwah! Mwah!!” Ayaka plastered Miia’s soft white cheek with full, thick kisses. Her purple lipstick rings contrasted so nicely with her skin, that it really turned Ayaka on. Miia mumbled or grumbled something but they were ignored because  Ayaka was determined to snap up another potential plaything. She planted her lips on Miia’s opposite cheek, pushing her and smushing her lips as hard as she could so the pop! sounds were nicely exaggerated. “More and more and more and more kisses for you!” Ayaka sloppily attacked Miia’s whole face and neck with an abundance of kisses. So much so that her lipstick was beginning to smear on Miia’s soft skin. The lamia’s head was rapidly shaking left and right to throw the woman off of her but Ayaka’s lips were relentless. She ran her fingers through Miia’s hair to entangle and emerge more new, strange feelings in Miia’s defenseless brain. Once thoughts of her previous Darling were quickly becoming distorted and harder to focus on. Of course, you’re struggling. I’m better than anyone you ever had! Ayaka licked and suckled on Miia’s neck while she played with the monster’s breasts. She wanted to do everything that would overload Miia’s senses for the coming factory reset.  “I..u-um, mm, um? Mm..!?” Miia’s head was rolling on the inside and out. The dizzy feeling made it difficult to remember where she was but she had to support the one person who was there for her right now - Ayaka. She tried to prop her head against Ayaka’s head but did it so poorly that she just ended up nuzzling her as a good girl would.  Miia was panting now. Her tongue unfurled out of her mouth while she saw blinking lights and stars in her vision. Her mind hurt so much but the only thing keeping her steady was if she focused on…Aya! “D-darling?” She could barely say that since Ayaka was even kissing up her tongue now but Miia needed something to latch on to while her mind was being broken into. Anything.  “Yeah yeah yeah…darling this, darling that.” Ayaka mockingly repeated her word with a roll of her eyes and a wave of her hand. She pulled her wet lips away from Miia’s covered face and felt her body pulse vindictively at Miia’s confusion and neediness. She coaxed her new…Darling? No. I’m never calling a monster that. She squeezed Miia’s arm tightly and “coaxed” her new kissing bag into realizing that they were done with the alleyway.  A ‘come here’ motion from her hand was enough for Miia to get the hint and slithered after Ayaka’s every step and hung on every word. She didn’t remember what happened before Aya kissed her and she didn’t care. Darling was going to whisk her away to someplace better!

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Chapter 1 - Rank 10

Ren and Morgana stood outside Tae Takemi's clinic, deep in conversation against the chilly winds of December. "Come on Ren! We need to hurry if we're gonna' get to the fatty tuna in time!" Morgana whispered, "I neeeeed it!" Sighing, Ren opened his bag to let the self-proclaimed not-a-cat out.  "Go ask Ann or Ryuji to get you some tuna, I'm busy," he whispered back, hoping Takemi wouldn't notice him talking to a cat. "But I bet Ann is busy modeling and I don't want to go with Ryuji!" "And I need this guts to finally get Iwai to freakin' rank 8! He's my second to last confidant Morgana, I'll buy you extra tuna later!" "Promise?" "Yes!" Grumbling, Morgana left Ren as he entered the clinic, with high hopes for finally getting even closer to that damn platinum trophy. "As if a 'Legendary Phantom Thief' has to babysit a cat every day," Ren muttered. There wasn't much going on outside as Ren settled into his normal spot in the clinic, waiting for Takemi to administer one of her guts-boosting clinical tests. She seemed to be feeling better ever since he and the Phantom Thieves changed the heart of Shoichi Oyamada, though for some reason still getting lost in thought now and again, to Ren's surprise. Maybe he missed something with her confidant? The door opened and Takemi walked in with a dangerous-looking, dark green drink. She handed it to him briskly, a clipboard in hand. "Drink up my little guinea pig, these results are the most important!" she commanded, an equally dangerous gleam in her eyes. Ren, being the gutsy man he was, downed the drink in one clean shot. ...And immediately keeled over. When he came to, Takemi was checking his muscles like normal but Ren felt different this time around. Like his senses were set to overdrive now that she was so close to him. Before he could speak, however, Takemi explained the drug he gave him. "It's an aphrodisiac," she said, "I've been meaning to get into a different market than usual and since you're a reliable guinea pig I thought you'd be the best one to use it on." She winked at him and went back to recording the results on her clipboard. Ren felt his face flush as she talked. He honestly barely heard a word she said and focused on her clothes, now seeing them in a new light. The short black dress she had on did hug her nicely despite her small breasts. There was something incredibly sexy about her wearing a casual dress along with a mature lab coat.  But the thing that attracted Ren the most at that moment was her legs that seemed to go on forever. Toned white legs coupled with cute toes. Ren felt a slight shiver go down his neck. If only there was some way he could get her to take off her restricting attire. His prayers were quickly answered as it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist for Takemi to notice that her patient's breathing had increased tenfold since the drink and a major tent in his pants had cropped up while looking at her. "My my, what a naughty boy you're being right now. Staring at your doctor while she tests you is bad taste you know~" she winked at him. Still slightly ignoring her words, Ren jumped when Talemi rubbed her hand against his bulge. "Guinea pigs are meant to be at the mercy of their master," she said, her hand slow and deliberate in its movements, "But I suppose I'll take pity on my best tester just this once." Giving him another wink while Ren nodded vacantly under the effects of the aphrodisiac, Takemi unzipped his pants to let out an impressively-sized cock. Takemi gasped, her hand already getting some pre-cum on it as she rubbed the growing erection. "I guessed from your measurements but I never thought you'd be this big." She put her head down to his sex and licked her lips before giving the tip a big kiss. "It's been so long so I had a nice juicy cock all to myself." she moaned. As if she was under the effects of the same drug herself, Takemi's nipples poked out cutely from her dress as she continued to service Ren. Wanting her to feel some pleasure too, Ren reached down and albeit roughly rubbed her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers. He was a virgin, but there was nothing the leader of the Phantom Thieves couldn't accomplish. Namely, tapping her ass. "Mmm," Takemi hummed, half his engorged cock throbbing deep in her throat. She was obviously savoring his taste as her mouth made loud sucking noises as his cock and her mouth was quickly covered in spit and pre-cum. Ren rolled his head back as Takemi reached down and pulled on his balls, hoping for a hot release in the next coming moments. As if she was a wizard, Ren felt himself tighten up shake rather painfully while Takemi continued to choke all of his inches. She felt his cock swell and looked up at him seductively as he shot load after load down her skilled throat. Takemi stood up with a smirk on her face. From Ren's sitting position he could already tell Takemi was plenty aroused too. Her dress had ridden up during the blowjob and Takemi's pa- "N-no panties?" Ren stuttered, showing his inexperience with sex for the first time. "Well, when you're over here I can't help but a little excited and sometimes I prefer easy access." A mischievous smile on her cum-stained lips, Takemi swung her leg around to straddle Ren's hips, his penis at her leaking entrance. If the blowjob was anything to go by, Ren couldn't wait to see what his sexy doctor had in store in her pussy. "Yesss, finally.." Takemi moaned as she slowly lowered her hips into Ren's own. The tightness and heat overwhelmed immediately. Her slick pussy accommodated his large cock far easier than he thought but it felt like a warm vice was entrapping him. Ren was sure that he'd try his damnedest not to cum for as long as he could. Panting heavily, Takemi used her shapely legs to give him the first and best ride of his life. Her honey dripped down his legs and it took all of Ren's willpower not to just scoop it up like a dehydrated man. Instead, he helped Takemi take off her coat and gripped the hem of her dress to raise it just above her perky and delicious-looking breasts. Rock hard, Ren shifted his hips upward so the both of them could feel as much pleasure as they could. Takemi's long nail gripped into his back and that little pain made for a lifetime of pleasure right then. She locked her legs around him too as her pussy spasmed and tightened down on his cock with joy.  Ren gripped Takemi's perfect ass as he went to town on her breasts, eliciting many moans from her. The aphrodisiac was doing its job, Ren knew his stamina would've certainly run out by now if Takemi hadn't given him the drug. His mind was starting to clear of its haze a little, but all he wanted right then was to plow Takemi's brains out. Picking her up, Takemi gave a short gasp as he laid her down on the floor and fucked her like an animal. Her red skin complimented the short screams of pleasure she gasped as Ren didn't let up on the force of their lovemaking. His pants and her dress were stained and smelled of the mindblowing sex they had as he fucked her raw. Still, all good things must cum to an end and Ren felt a familiar tingling in his balls as Takemi was wrapped around him tighter than the leash Ryuji no doubt had Morgana on as they went to get tuna. Without warning, he unleashed his second and probably not the last load of the day into Takemi's starving pussy. Realizing what he did, she moaned like some common whore and rolled her sweaty hips into him and milked his cock for all it was worth. The blissfully warm feeling he was spread into both of their panting, hot bodies. Collapsing onto Takemi, she continued to squeeze Ren's cock just get one last taste of him down there before they regretfully parted. Takemi looked him over with a dazed expression on her face and Ren wondered if she was going to want him to clean her up. "I think," she said, "the test was a success." -- "Man, I needed that. Thanks for dusting those cobwebs, Amamiya." With a cocky smirk on his face, Ren adjusted his glasses. ?! I am thou, thou art I... Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath, Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart Thou hast awakened to the ultimate secret of Death, granting thee infinite power... "Fuck yes! One more rank 10 to go!!" said Ren.

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Chapter 1 - Let's Meet (mostly) Everyone!

The Magisticky Café sat on an always-bustling street with an assortment of shops as far as the eye could see. Despite only being open for the past 3 years or so, the café has already become the place to visit at least once in South Sun City. Men, Women, and even other *special* guests saw fit to visit from time to time. The Café prided itself on being one of the cleanest places to get your fix of food and fucks. The cleaning fairies were always on-call if the customer or server got too “warmed up”. The overall look was modeled after a normal maid café. With not-too-high prices, the café was also a fun place for couples to enter for a bite to eat if they chose to do so.  As the clock struck twelve the Magisticky Café was in full swing during lunchtime as usual. If there was nothing else I would expect from my life, I know that every day would be a great one at my job. I was employed as a waiter only a year ago and was 18 and fresh out of High School. As with most jobs like this, I was extremely nervous to start over the fear of displeasing the customers or making an ass out of myself. Thankfully, aside from the incident known only as “dick pic cake”, my boat has had relatively smooth sailing this whole time. My co-workers were honestly the best part of my job. They all made me feel more welcome in my first month at the café than the 18 years I wasted at my parents’ house. The café itself was fairly large from what I’ve seen. A full-size dining room for customers, a kitchen, and a breakroom made up the ground floor while the second floor was for more *intimate* service. Boss was a second mom to me at this point. A head shorter, 12 years older than me, and long scarlet-colored hair that damn near reached the floor. If anyone needed a hairnet, it was her. New hires swore up and down that they’ve seen her mane move but no evidence has ever been documented. It was the work of a deal with the devil. “Araki!”  As if on cue, Boss was snapping her fingers in front of me as her glasses flashed impatiently.  “Ye-?” I began, but she cut me off.  “You look like you’ve been thinking of weird things again. Get back to work!” she snapped, and I swear it looked like a tendril of hair was coming for me.  “Of course not! You know I’m the least pervy guy here!” I said. She stared at me, unconvinced. Well, that’s what I hoped I was anyway. “You know we don’t have time for this right now,” Boss said, pointing at my rising amount of plates. We were standing in the kitchen so of course, there wasn’t time to mess around. “I gotcha, don’t worry,” I said, quickly gathering my plates to give to customers. It was hard for me to believe at first that Magisticky could be this active every single day. The work was tough, but it paid as highly as I was handsome. I quickly delivered my orders with a smile and stopped at one that was finishing up. “Are we all finished, ladies?” I asked the trio of women smoothly. They looked around Boss’s age or a little younger, I wasn’t sure. I could also hear my co-workers pulling off their charms to their guests. I liked to think I could pull off the “suave” look well. The fake glasses I wear added to the allure quite a bit. The brunette, who seemed to be the leader of the trio, eyed me up and down. Now, with a job like this, it was normal. Some are more brazen than others though. “Obviously fake glasses,” one whispered to her friends. “But he wears them well!” “Oh my, such a strong, slim body..” “I wouldn’t mind running my hands through that dark hair of his, to be honest…” I could see the three of them mutter a few more comments here and there - and I’ll admit, I wanted to ride that ego wave for as long as possible. They conversed for a few more seconds and it seemed as though I won the leader’s approval. “We had a *wonderful* meal, Mr. Arata!” My first name was on my uniform so no surprise there. “My girls and I were just wondering if there was any dessert you could recommend to us?”  My heartbeat quickened. Working at a café with services like this meant that repeat customers were highly likely.  Takayuki and his muscles meant that girls attracted to that sort of thing would come back for more. Or Hikaru and his crossdressing tendencies and baby face made him a popular one to re-request too. My only slip up here in the past year is that I had next to none that specifically asked for me. Having a job was better than nothing, but still… Get-the-hot-brunette-and-possibly-her-friends-to-fall-head-over-heels-over-the-arata-araki-special  I adjusted my glasses and zeroed in on my target. “Why don’t we choose together?” I asked and offered my hand to her. Her two friends giggled while she blushed, so far so good. She accepted my outstretched hand and I ran my finger down the sizable list of desserts with my free hand. “Let’s see, strawberry shortcake, hot chocolate, lava cakes, hm…” I murmured to myself. “Might I suggest some mini strawberry tarts for my beautiful group here? A dreamy mix of lemon juice, cream cheese, and strawberries that’ll melt in your mouth.” Damn, if I didn’t even turn myself on right then. My hand holder for this adventure looks appreciative but, “I’m sorry, I’m allergic to strawberries.” she said. I quickly cleared my throat. “My mistake, would a side slice of our chocolate-bourbon pecan pie be to your satisfaction instead?” I prayed she’d say yes since the strawberry tarts were the thing I had memorized a sexy introduction for. She gave a sharp clap of laughter, startling the shit out of me. Thankfully, I kept my composure “Oh, you card,” she laughed. “Part 2 of your strategy is to get us to order chocolate and alcohol. I’ll be putty in your hands if you keep this up!” I never had such a forward customer before, so this was a nice change of pace.  “I would hope that happens soon rather than later.” I winked at her and straightened up, letting go of her hand. “So the pie, ladies?” I asked and was met with an agreeable yes. I wrote their order down and headed for the kitchen. Inside, our resident crossdresser Hikaru was relaxing with Junko, whose sported smallish breasts and “delinquent” attitude made them quite the combo for many of our customers. Hikaru noticed me walk into the blazing kitchen and waved me over while fanning his face, his blonde hair glowed brightly. “Heya, Arata!” Just another day! :D?” he said.  I chuckled, “You know it! It's as hot as ever.”  Junko shook her head, her long highlighted green and black hair still somehow flowing effortlessly despite the heat. “Please. A month later the blasted AC still hasn’t been fixed. We’ll be known as the Sticky Café before we know it.” Hikaru rolled his eyes, “Oh please, Junky! Thi-”  “I told you NOT to call me that!” Junko snapped at him. “This heat is perfect for us!” he continued, “We’ll pop out of this stuffy kitchen all flustered and red-faced and it’ll be the *perfect* way to fall “helplessly” into our worried customer’s arms!”  Eyes gleaming and body twirling, I was damn sure the next time he left the kitchen his guest was going to have a reason to tip exceptionally well. Junko scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to sit in here and melt my ass off just for a couple of extra bucks.” To my surprise, Hikaru was still going. “...And then the ruggedly handsome and buff customer will gather me in his arms in a bridal carry and maybe even offer me some of his drink to make sure I have enough strength to stand!”  Hikari stared off dreamily into the distance for a few seconds before snapping his head over to me, his eyes shining. “Arata! Let’s test it out!” Junko snorted while it was my turn to scoff. “You know I don’t swing that way,” I said, shaking my head. Hikaru pouted but immediately recovered and turned to Junko enthusiastically. “Junko, you’re strong and give off manly vibes, will you-”  “No.” Rather than be discouraged, he ran off to our other colleagues for the exclusive chance to “be his sweet prince”. It was one of the many reasons why I loved working here. My co-workers were easily the best part of my job. Junko and I finished talking and I hurried to get my table’s order in.  As active as the café was, most of us only had two or three customers at any given moment. It certainly worked out for us since it gave us all the time to have a relaxed conversation with each other or the customers, adding to the welcoming atmosphere. I was returning to my table to chitchat when I noticed Yumi was hurriedly cleaning her table since her patrons had just departed. Her long, inky black hair was tied up in a ponytail at the moment and the maid uniform made her look that much cuter ‘cause of it. ...Not to mention her very real cat ears and tail. The Magisticky Café’s happy endings weren’t the only thing we were known for. I slyly sneaked up on her, aware that our customers were about to receive a show. Barely restraining my urge to touch her tail, I put my face close to her ear and blew into it softly. “KYAAAA?!!” she screamed and whirled around, her foot nearly coming in contact with my dick. Thankfully, I’ve trained myself for actions such as that by now. I cheerily raised my hand in a short wave. “Heya, Yumi! How’s it going?”  “Your first interaction with me today and you pull that crap?!” she hissed angrily. She didn’t have any fur on her skin, but her tail was bristling up in anger and her green eyes were nearly slit.  “Aw it’s fine, isn’t it? You don’t have any customers right now anyway.” I said.  “That doesn’t matter,” she hissed again, “what if I was carrying dishes or something?” I waved her off. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t have done it if it could’ve hurt you.” The customers around us seemed to have noticed my little stunt but it did look like I startled her. “I’m sorry. Look, how about I treat you to a special dinner after work to make it up to you?” I started reaching for my glasses but she cut me off. “If you try to adjust or flash your glasses or whatever I’ll kill you,” said Yumi. “I-it’s my special move though!” “A move isn’t special if you use it every day, Arata!” “You’re just jealous you don’t have glasses to mess with!” “Hmph! You think so?” Yumi snatched my very stylish glasses off my face and put them on. Almost immediately my heart started pounding like the trio of ladies made me earlier. She mimicked my mannerisms with my glasses perfectly and honestly looked hot doing so.  While mesmerized by her actions, a tall shadow passed over me. All at once, my life flashed before my eyes. “ARATA!” The man behind me playfully slapped the fuck out of my back. Thank goodness I didn’t have my glasses on, or else they would’ve been knocked off. “How’s my best buddy doing?” Takayuki grinned. I swear, the man’s muscles bulged with every word he said. In contrast to our fairly normal hair colors, Taka’s hair was a dark purple that looked admittedly really good on him. “Nothing much man, just trying to get this pretty lady to date me again.” I laughed. Takayuki clicked his tongue in a teasing way. “Barking up the wrong tree there, if only the fair maiden would open her heart to at least one man here.” “Hey! I’m right here!” Yumi said, “And both of you know dating is frowned upon here!” In all fairness, it was. Not many customers were comfortable with hooking up with a person in a relationship, open or not. Takayuki looked me over with a contemplative look on his face. “You know what you need, Araki? Some big, bulging muscles!” I heard a snort of laughter from Yumi and I shot her a look. “Thanks but no thanks. With you as my mentor, I won’t be able to stop the constant need to do push-ups, sit-ups, uh, dick-ups…” He nodded. “True, true… not everyone is capable of my perfect regimen. You know I was talking to a bodybuilder yesterday who didn’t even know what a dick-up was? Can you believe that?” “Anyway, time for me to head over to my beautiful table, one lady said she wondered what it was like to hang off of someone’s arm!” Takayuki clapped my and Yumi’s backs in farewell and headed for his section. Sighing, Yumi handed me my glasses back and continued with the table. “I don't know how we stay in business sometimes.” “I think it’s the atmosphere.” She shrugged in response. “You got a point. If nothing else, we’re super comfortable with each other.” Yumi then stopped wiping and looked at me. “Oh, right! The beach getaway is in a week, you’ll be ready for it, right?” I laughed. “No way I’d be underprepared for one of my favorite vacations. Hanging out with you guys is so much fun!” Yumi nodded, and in a rare moment, gave me a serene smile. “You’re right, I love hanging out with all of you too.” Some time passed - I had gotten the brunette leader of the trio’s phone number as she and her girls had left for work. The café always closed at 7 pm and was located right next to a bus stop for people who walked to work in case of strange individuals hanging around. South Sun, in general, was packed with many different shops and homes were at most a few blocks away so the commute wasn’t bad at all. The beach trip was in a week - getaways like it were a bi-monthly affair and provided by Big Boss, Boss’ husband, and owner of the Magisticky Cafeé. Legend says he was there for the construction of the café but now handles the business side of everything at home. No one has ever met Big Boss but Boss speaks very highly of him, judging by the kissy-face text messages she sends him when one of us colleagues “accidentally” looks over her shoulder when she’s in her office. “See ya tomorrow, Boss.” I waved to her and headed out. My mood changed on the walk home from the café to the apartment complex. “I’m home…” My voice trailed off in my lonely apartment. Again.

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Chapter 1 - Zelda and Urbosa

“So you can what?!” Urbosa instinctively stepped back from Princess Zelda. The both of them were standing naked in Zelda’s room and Urbosa had only just gotten comfortable being unclothed while Zelda was being so unnaturally domming in personality tonight. Whenever they had sex before Zelda was considerably more...meek and this level of feistiness was unexpected! Zelda casually brushed her long blonde hair away from her breasts. She was blushing but she wasn’t avoiding meeting Urbosa’s gaze like she normally did! “So I can FUCK you!” she giggled. Urbosa knew she was talking in a coarser, rough way too but she didn’t say anything in response.  “You’re always on top of me, Urbosa. Pounding the fuck out of your cute little princess as her fat cock shoots so many thick loads onto her own face.” Zelda giggled again as Urbosa looked away in embarrassment. “Yeah! She’d be unable to think of anything since her ass is also struggling to take all of her beloved warrior’s hardness into her too!” “I’ll be gentle, you know?” Her face sobered a little, “I just think it’d be fair for me to have a chance to fuck my love into you since you’ve done it to me so many times already. Don’t you agree?” She lowered her hand and touch her cock, barely able to even wrap her fingers around it to jerk off. “Hehe~ I can’t wait for you to know how it feels to be wholly SPLIT open, Urbosa. Lying on a bed, nearly consciousness. Continuously reminiscing what just happened in your head just moments ago. You’ll beg for me to do you again and again like you’re my bitch!” “Zelda!” Urbosa attempted to chastise her foul mouth but an unbidden image of her sexy princess panting on top of her flashed in her mind. You can’t exactly hide an erection while you’re naked either. Urbosa’s fat cock slowly, arousingly thickened until it was up against her toned stomach. Zelda watched with a growing smirk the whole time.  “Hah! You totally got hard just imagining being on the receiving end of my dick, didn’t you?!” Urbosa froze as Zelda stepped over to her and kissed her in an instant. She wrapped her arms around her lover first, taking the lead for the first time as naturally as she could. Urbosa could feel how much Zelda wanted this role change to be fun and sexy for the both of them and, despite her own misgivings, she gave in to the kiss. Closing her eyes, she slowly craned her head and placed both her hands on the middle of the shorter girl’s back to tighten the hug. Their chocolate and vanilla cocks were sitting straight up in the middle of their muscular bodies and that only added to the passion Zelda was giving off in droves. Before Urbosa could really get into it Zelda pulled away from her. “Let’s make it a reality. On your knees!” Zelda reached up and pushed downward on Urbosa’s shoulders with just enough force to not hurt her. Urbosa found it slightly amusing for a moment that her knee height to Zelda meant her gaze was just below her big breasts. Urbosa looked up and Zelda did a “move along” type of gesture with her hand. “I won’t stay patient for much longer Urbosa,” she warned her. Urbosa nodded and looked back at the big cock right in front of her. Whenever she fucked Zelda before she loved to slam inside of her with wild abandon while leaving her poor cock unattended and instead ordering Zelda to focus on cumming without her hands. She’d grit her teeth and listen to her command and without fail she’d cum just before Urbosa popped off in her ass with an even larger load of hot cum. Urbosa closed her eyes and kissed the tip of Zelda’s dry cock. It was how she assumed Zelda wanted to start things off, anyway. Urbosa kept her hands in her lap since she knew any attempt to masturbate before she coaxed some pre-cum out of Zelda’s cock would be deemed unacceptable.  “More already!” Zelda hissed to her from above. “Do you know how much I would’ve done for you by now?” That was true. Urbosa was getting too lost in her thoughts when she should be giving everything to the princess. She lightly traced her tongue over her blue lipstick, trying to get enough spit in her mouth for a sticky blowjob deserving of Princess Zelda. The blue rings that’ll be around her cock soon enough were just a loving bonus for the both of them! Urbosa opened her mouth and engulfed the first couple of inches with ease. She wasn’t used to giving blowjobs to anyone anymore, much less her beautiful Zelda. No chance in hell she was out of practice but damn, couldn’t she just fuck her ass instead? The taste was an arousing mix of Zelda’s body and… some sort of fruity shampoo she used from her daily bath earlier that night. Urbosa focused on suckling the thickheaded cock, the scent of both her and Zelda getting into her head just a teensy bit already. The inches she swallowed became smoother and slicker to move in her mouth. Urbosa hoped Zelda was enjoying her efforts so far. “Mmk. That’s it,” Zelda said in a sickly-sweet sort of voice. “?!” Two hands quickly gripped the back of Urbosa’s head and plunged her face forward, much further down on Zelda’s dick than she meant to ever engulf. “Zledf! !!” Eyes wide, she coughed and struggled to take in the large amount of Zelda’s length that lewdly bulged in her throat. Like it or not, all of the dick in her mouth and throat was getting a good coating now.  Urbosa expected Zelda to remove her hands so Urbosa could focus on blowing her but her slowness cost her dearly. “What the fuck were you doing? Just mesmerized by the sight?” Both of Zelda’s hands held a tight vice-like grip on Urbosa’s hair. Her throat would be fulllllllll of cock one second and then the next second - which Urbosa used to desperately breathe in life-giving air - she’d see a grotesque penis that could only be sated by her body. “Can’t believe I have to do this myself,” Zelda moaned. “Oh well. You can finally experience what it’s like to be my cocksleeve now, Urbosa! Isn’t that wonderful?” Zelda didn’t care if she could respond and she knew that Urbosa knew it too.  Princess Zelda was already completely dominating her and they hadn’t even gotten to the main course just yet. Urbosa’s eye stung with tears under the merciless pressure her throat was choking through. Her own cock throbbed with need but she didn’t dare make a move to touch it. Instead of pretty blue rings in neat order on Zelda’s cock Urbosa could barely make out a blue smear of spit and pre-cum all the while she could barely fit all of Zelda in her. Her tongue was smashed against the bottom of her lips and lewdly stuck out as the cock constantly fucked against it. Urbosa would cough and pathetically try to push Zelda’s legs away from her but the strength exuded in her dominator’s arms was far too much for her to do anything in a kneeling position. “T-Take it all!” Zelda gasped. She gripped Urbosa’s red ponytail even harder and Urbosa felt thankful as cum forcefully shot inside of her mouth and back out all over Zelda’s cock and balls since Urbosa struggled to swallow it all. Zelda finally - Urbosa thought it wasn’t slightly rude that Zelda wasn’t even thrusting. The nerve of her actually using her just like some nameless fleshlight! - threw Urbosa’s head away from her privates with a pop!  Zelda looked down at Urbosa devilishly. “Get ready, Urbosa. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Chapter 1 - Nightmares of Caves and Bugs

Ehrendil blinked, she looked around and found herself in a damp cave. A small hole in the roof was all light she had, luckily she was a night elf who's eyes were accustomed to the dark. She got up, realizing that she was in naught but her sleepwear, a simply silken nightshirt, she suddenly realized how cool the cave was, getting up would not work, the walls were sand, only held in place by the dampness. However on the far wall she saw a tunnel, she decided to follow it, rather than be stuck here.  Walking along the tunnel it twisted and winded, all light had gone and she could only find her way with the help og her low-light vision to see shadows, feeling her way along the wall to be sure. She suddenly felt the tunnel opening up into another cave, dim light shined from the other end, then she heard it, a low chittering, then saw it, several large insectoids, silithids.. She curses and crawled up against the wall, hoping they do not spot her, all but in vain, they knew she was here and went straight for her, several of the creatures surrounded her, she kicked and screamed as they approached in an attempt to keep them at bay and it seemed to work, for a moment. She suddenly felt a stinging pain in her shoulder, turning to look, a lucky silithid had managed to reach her with it's stinger. She began feeling dizzy and nauseous. "I'm gonna die.." she thought, but then everything went black.  She woke up feeling fuzzy all over, she tried moving her arms and legs but she couldn't, up until now she had kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see what was around her, but now she opened them. She was in a very similar cave to the last too, the walls however were covered in a gooey purple substance, and so was she, she realized as she looked down herself, her hand and feet had been swallowed by the stuff, incapacitate her and tendrils had been locked around her thighs, arms, stomach and chest, she also found that she had been stripped of the little clothing she had. Several silithids were skittering across the room with an insectoid hurry, not all that different to that of ants, suddenly four of them closed on her and the grabbed her hands and feet, the goo retracted and they pulled her down and dragged her across the floor to the middle of the room, she tried struggling, but her body felt numb and weak, and the silithid held her in an iron grasp, she cried out for help, it echoed through the cavern, but there were no help to find, she was alone, in the middle of a silithid hive and she was going to die, of that she was sure. As they reached the middle, the silithid pinned her down, more silithid joined them, standing in a ring around them, the suddenly she noticed a shadow looming above her, she closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable. But there was no sudden pain, no life being snuffed, no blood, just the chittering of silithids, then she felt it, a long stiff slickness against her thigh. She whimpered, then there was a sharp pain in her neck, after a moment she started feeling warm all over, and her loins started burning, she whimpered again, feeling weak the slick stiffness moved up along her thigh, reaching her bare sex, it started pushing, Ehrendil began to pant, even the slightest caress of a breeze across her lips sent her into a world of pleasure.she could barely concentrate "What the hell did they drug me with? And what are they doing?" then it entered, filling her with hard slick tube, she cried in ecstasy as it continued pushing deeper and deeper, soon it pushed past her weakened cervix, hilting her utterly. Ehrendil was lost to the aphrodisiac of the drug they gave her, unable to provide any resistance, she clawed helplessly at the sand floor, around her, the silithids twitched and shook their wings excitedly. Then she felt it, something moving along the tube, a round object the size of her fist was pushed past her lips and through her tunnel.  The object filled her, squeezing against her walls as it slowly pushed deeper and deeper, then with a wet plop, it was deposited in her womb, she moaned out, it wasn't long before another followed, the round objects, Eggs, she figured where being pushed forward into her at a steady pace, now Soon she could feel her belly being filled, yet the orbs would continue to fill her, bloating her slowly with ever orb placed within, her belly first looked like she had a decent meal, then slowly expanding further and further.  Once her belly bulged about twice the original size, the eggs stopped coming and she groaned out, the large tube was removed slowly, sealing the eggs in her womb, she whimpered, but her ordeal was far from over yet, the rest of the Silithids chittered loudly, soon another silithid was behind her, mounting her, she looked between her legs, finding a new, smaller shaft pushing forward to her sex, feeling as the cold hardness of it slipped inside, her body shook in euphoria, from the drug still affecting her mind, and soon the silithid begin to mate her in deep slow thrust, sending shivers though Ehrendil each time, her tunnel already soaked beyond wet, juice dripping onto the sand, running down her thighs, pooling beneath her.  The Silithid doesn't take his time, and quickly begins chittering excitedly as a splash of sticky cream is deposited across the eggs, he pulls out, and soon after, she would already be filled by a new silithid. Over and over they mounted her, every time depositing another load of silithid spunk into her womb to fertilize the eggs, the panted and moaned, lost in endless orgasm form the seemingly endless matings. It seems like hours, then finally, the silthids no longer mounted her and she fell on her back, panting for her life, the silthids has released her, and left her on the floor. Then everything went black once more.  She woke up feeling herself wrapped in something fuzzy, remembering the last ordeal, she quickly attempted to sit up, looking around in the dark room, it was smaller, and the buzz of wings were gone, so too was the smell of Silithid and desert, it smelled of home, she then found herself in a bed, placing a hand on her stomach, she found it to be normal sized, but just to make sure, she checked between her legs aswell, no silithis goo, just an extremely wet bedsheet, she looked down to her side, seeing the green hair of a familiar shape, she cuddled down to it and nuzzled into the hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her mates hair before dozing of once again, happy with it all just being a dream.

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Chapter 1 - Big Sis Wins

“Tick tock…” “Tick tock...”  Kuroka hummed blissfully and watched her big cock swung left and right between her thighs in time with her hips. Viewing her naked body in all of its glory was a requirement when she indulged in her favorite pastime. It wasn’t even masturbating, no. Just….soaking in her majestic body without making lewd faces and humping the sky while on her back in orgasm was good enough for her. If Kuroka wanted to cum there had better be a good reason to go through all of that effort.  Her thoughts drifted to her sister for a wistful moment. It felt like Koneko had been ignoring her lately and Kuroka wanted nothing more than to see her sister happy and smiling when she was around.  Kuroka gripped her cock lightly, swinging it around as though she was partaking in a swordfight. I could knock out anyone with this thing, she mused to herself. En garde! She lightly chuckled. But jeez, was she so bored? Nobody seemed to be around today so just giving Kuroka time to herself to relax seemed like the best time as any to do it. Again, her thoughts drifted to her pretty, normal, younger sister. Koneko was so adorable and Kuroka knew how much she loved her sister by the jerk in her cock.  There was nothing wrong with loving your sibling like that, right? It was still love! Just, ah, in a different sort of way. Koneko’s lithe body and perfectly white skin invaded her thoughts and not an inkling of shame crossed Kuroka’s mind. It probably wasn’t the best time to be so close to her dick while thinking of her little sister but she was just so cute! Truly, Kuroka thought of her sister as the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. Hotter than Rias, prettier than Akeno…. Kuroka didn’t give a damn what the others thought of her fantasies about Koneko but it was unfair that someone so perfect just had to be related to her! She refocused her efforts on the mirror but was quickly growing bored. Still, just looking at her cock was nice enough. Just a pinch of dark hair rested above her shaft and completed the whole package in her humble opinion. There was nothing sexier than a landing strip for your genitals. Honestly. “Tick cock…” “Tick cock…” Her sac did hang impressively if Kuroka could say so herself. What she wouldn't give to get the chance to choke - through streaming tears - on her package. Oh! Maybe she’d even be able to fit her balls into her mouth? A faraway challenge, sure, but stranger things have happened! Maybe Kuroka could prop herself against the wall and let Koneko “find” her in such a compromising situation her sister would have no choice but to help her reach climax! As bright and happy as she wanted their relationship to be, Kuroka could still feel some iciness from time to time. Even all her lewd, horny, blood-pumping, crotch-tingling, ball-aching, cum-dripping thoughts aside...Kuroka wanted to be Koneko’s number one. She half wanted the closed door to open but her heart of hearts knew that wasn’t the way to go about the situation. The day was slowly waning away and with nothing to do, Kuroka decided to head to bed early before a quick shower. She hadn’t seen her sister at all the whole day… Her heart and cock ached for her little sister. Koneko was at a perfect height so Kuroka could smoth- hug her baby sister and wrap in her cleavage as long as she could ever want!  Kuroka crossed into the bathroom, still naked. The dim light the bulb did its best to shine gave the small room the perfect atmosphere. She messed around with the hot and cold on the faucets, getting them to that elusive “just right!” temperature. Too hot meant a dick rubbed raw and too cold would shrivel her precious testes up into her body! Neither of those were any good at all. The steam rising off of the water was already so nice. Sex was great, yeah, but have you ever had a dip in a warm bath after a long day?  OR Sex IN a bathtub! It was as if Kuroka’s world opened up just a little bit more. She could see it now, making the water just right for Koneko while complimenting her on her body just to see her blush and look away. The heat and steam that would surely build-up would make her sister’s face a perfect shade of red. Her neatly brushed hair would break apart more and more in the heat for a sexy disheveled look~ All the while Koneko’s pussy would be akin to that of a waterfall because of her sister’s big, swinging cock. She’d be mesmerized perfectly by just how full a ballsack could look. She’d want to run her tongue right across every vein on Kuroka’s penis. <3 Speaking of penis, hers was sticking out like a fucking flagpole just from thoughts and nothing else. It was one of those erections that seemed to require half of your blood just to sustain it with every beat of her heart. Kuroka cautiously dipped her toes into the water and felt it for a second. If her first instinct wasn’t to jolt her foot out of the bath and scream bloody murder then that meant… “Just right.” With those words and a contented sigh, Kuroka sat down in the bathtub. “Ahhh~” she groaned, feeling the relief of the water wash over her body. A day’s worth of sweat was practically melting off her body. There was no need to wash just yet, no. Just soaking in the tub for a while was just what the doctor ordered. Kuroka closed her eyes and figuratively drowned as the water and steam took their blissful hold. * * *  “Kurokaaahn~!”  Huh? Was that Koneko’s voice? She wasn’t in the bathtub anymore obviously but lying on her sister’s bed. Her eyes weren’t adjusting to the darkness at all so she must’ve had a blindfold on. The voice sounded close though so Kuroka attempted to get up. “Ngh! Huh?” Her hands were tied together above her head, what was going on? Her cock wasn’t hard at all either which was the most bizarre part of it all. “Koneko?” she asked, “Are you there?” There was no answer to her words but Kuroka could hear the creaking of a chair, as though someone was getting out of it. Kuroka’s senses were on high alert now as the mysterious person grew closer and closer.” Kone- mph?!” she tried to call out but as soon as her lips parted, another pair kissed hers.  Soft lips. Lips so soft Kuroka could pepper kisses all day and never get bored. The surprise exchange was surprising but not unwanted. Something about the person seemed very...familiar to Kuroka. In no time at all her cock was at full mast and begging to be touched. The person craned their neck and pushed their tongue deeper into Kuroka’s mouth, intertwining their tongues. Kuroka couldn’t remember the last time she’d received such an enthusiastic kiss before and she sure as shit wasn’t going to turn it down! The soft moans the kisser would leak out were feminine so Kuroka didn’t have any doubt that they were a girl. She’d pull back sometimes and go right back to face-mashing so the spit of their combined efforts would sloppily cover their lips and even chin. Though she did have an inkling of who her assailant was, the making-out they were doing seemed too good to be true. As soon as Kuroka tried to pull away to say something to her she felt a hand on her cock. “!!” Kuroka’s hips strongly bucked at the light touch. Embarrassing. The kisser pulled away with a soft chuckle. “Looks like someone’s ready to mate, hm?” Koneko breathed into her ear. Kuroka tried to say something but Koneko sealed the words with a simple kiss. All Kuroka desperately wanted to do was wrap her sister in her arms and never let go. Just...feel Koneko’s arms around her while Kuroka penetrates her. To murmur sweet nothings as her beloved baby sister mewled like a good girl as her first experience with her sister went even better than either of them could have ever thought. But, nope! Kissing Koneko like this was more than she could’ve ever wanted but Kuroka wasn’t one for the submissive route. She wanted her lover to hold on for dear life while she filled them to the brim with her potent seed, calling out her name in pure ecstasy. Great minds thought alike though, Kuroka realized as she felt Koneko grab her cock. Although she couldn’t see her little sister, it felt as though all of her senses were heightened thanks to the blindfold. Koneko’s wonderful scent was at the forefront of her mind. Kuroka was damn near huffing her sister while her neck was being kissed. The rope that bound her hands was now an instrument of torture. As dramatic as that sounded, the only thing in the whole wide world Kuroka wanted at that moment was to embrace her sister. Her cock pulsed and leaked pre-cum in agreement too! She needed Koneko. Kuroka struggled against the rope while Koneko watched on with a bemused smirk. “It must be horrible,” she said, “To be so close to someone you love and can’t release your true feelings,” she said. Kuroka struggled even harder to release herself while Koneko continued, “I would remove your blindfold but I feel like that would ruin the mood, don’t you think?” Koneko placed a finger on Kuroka’s lips to silence the wail of need that was surely building inside of her. As uncharacteristically dominant Koneko was being, Kuroka couldn’t deny how arousing it was. Her dick was in a sad state of affairs too because of Joneko’s light but consistent strokes on her junk. Sweat rolled down her heaving chest, which Koneko was quick to catch with her tongue. “You taste good, Kuroka…” sighed Koneko, “Come on, I think it’s time I tasted something even better.” While those words were music to her ears and Kuroka could even feel Koneko’s hot breath on her cock - tongue lolled out and eyes glazed over, ready to let her big-dicked sister use her large cock on her mouth like a pussy - the heavenly scene before her just….melted. Melted just as the tip of the tongue and penis met each other. “Nooo!” wailed Kuroka and the knot finally fell to her strength and faded. Huh? Faded? Not a second later, Kuroka jolted awake with a start. Water splashed roughly around her and for a moment she was completely confused. Her arms were stretched out desperately to grab her sister.  It took a bit for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. One second she’s gasping and moaning along with the girl she loved and now… Well, Kuroka wouldn’t choose to be in a lonely bathtub by herself. “What a disappointing dream,” she murmured sadly. The lukewarm water reflected her sad gaze. She stood up and shivered from the cold air. “If only Koneko was here,” she sighed. She’d warm up in no time, that was for sure. She dried herself with a towel. Wet hair might’ve looked sexy in a mirror but not when you had to sleep with it. Even worse, her erection hadn’t gone down at all since her abrupt wake-up. Kuroka wanted to masturbate so badly but it didn’t seem like the right time yet. She yawned, ignoring her white-hot poker, and collapsed on her bed. Here, she was free to sleep without waking up with a damn crick in her neck. Or so she thought. Despite the darkness, it was obvious when someone was in your bed beside you. An unknown, noise-making lump? Heh, there was only one way for Kuroka to react under such circumstances. “KYA!” Kuroka squealed out. She ran over to the light switch after her, uh, dignified trip and flipped it upwards and the room lit up. Her bed - usually a flat color of black sheets - had a white-as-freaking-snow head sticking out of the top of her blanket. Oh, duh. It’s Koneko.  Kuroka’s outburst didn’t seem to even budge her sister one bit either. Wrapped snugly under the covers, she could’ve been sleeping there for hours. Kuroka turned the light back off and cautiously tip-toed over and waved a hand in front of her sleeping face. Besides her breath, she gave no response at all.  Her hair was slightly out of place and strands fell in front of her eyes in a disorderly fashion. Her lips were parted too, perfect enough to kiss~ ...Only if she was awake of course. The last thing Kuroka would ever do is violate her precious sister. It was unthinkable. Instead, would it be so bad to just savor the moment? Kuroka slid into her bed with Koneko. She only just noticed that Koneko was wearing her favorite pink nightgown.  It wasn’t unnatural for the two of them to lay together when they were younger. But now? Kuroka had no idea how Koneko felt. She had become so distant lately...it broke Kuroka’s heart. To see her in her bed in the middle of the night was shocking to her, to say the least. She reached out, her hand trembling, to softly push those pesky strands out of Koneko’s beautiful face. It brushed across her nose causing Koneko to scrunch her face up cutely for a second before falling back into a comfortable sleep. Every breath she breathed was so soft it made Kuroka feel a small twinge of jealousy. Koneko always had qualms about her sma- er, flat bust. It wouldn’t be Kuroka’s choice of cup size either but everything else about her sister’s body was perfect or something others should be jealous of! Time felt slower in bed to Kuroka than it ever did while she was in the bathtub. The dead of the night and here she was excitedly awake. Her boner was happily out and about and dangerously close to a certain someone’s mouth-watering thigh. Koneko probably wasn’t going to wake up though so there wasn’t anything with Kuroka deciding to throw caution to the wind and indulge herself! It was difficult, but she managed to slip under the covers and next to her precious sister. Kuroka kept herself as still as she could despite the pure adrenaline that was pulsing in her veins and rapidly toward her cock. A little ravage would be nice but that’d wake Koneko up for sure. So Kuroka simply moistened her lips before taking the plunge. As expected, her good ol’ Pussy Destroyer™ was already slowly dripping watery pre-cum onto the bed without any stimulation at all. Feeling a little devilish - heh - she placed the tip of her finger on her cockhead. It didn’t feel good really but Kuroka was gathering what she needed most.  After a few swirls of her cockhead, Kuroka used her other hand to tactfully push her raging erection between her legs so she didn’t poke Koneko and accidentally wake her up. Now that Kuroka’s finger was soaked in pre-cum, she slowly reached over to Koneko. The hem of her sister’s nightgown just barely covered her pussy. Like, leaning over in any direction would reveal all of her bits kind of short. She moved so slowly that not even the cover was showing any kind of ruffle or movement or whatever. She so wanted to run her finger across Koneko’s chest, ass, and vagina…. But all of that was a no-go so Kuroka settled for the next best thing. Koneko’s thighs. They might not be enough to clean her face but Kuroka knew how to be a damn good washcloth! They were facing each other so Kuroka took extra care in making every movement she made lighter than a ladybug’s footsteps.  Kuroka touched Koneko’s inner thigh but her attention was focused solely on her little sister’s face. Any sudden movement from her meant Kuroka’s “like a bat out of Hell'' plan B would become necessary.  Steady, steadyyyyy, Kuroka thought to herself. Her hand was like a skater on the rink - graceful with heaps of calculated concentration... Her kitten had furrowed a little but otherwise looked okay. The way her finger traced along Koneko’s thigh made Kuroka flashback to her dream suddenly with a shiver. This is how things should be. Submissiveness was a foreign concept to Kuroka, only possible in a long-impossible scenario like the one in her dream. She was the holder of the reins and would go as far as she could.  Kuroka wouldn’t risk moving the blanket so it was impossible to see the fruits of her labor. But the fucking endless amount of masturbatory material she was making right at this moment made any concealment that much more worth it! Kuroka could only imagine what her sister’s cutely skinny thighs looked like with her big sister’s excitement on them. The silent night was so peaceful. Her finger brushed along Koneko’s flesh back and forth with the skill of a trained artist. Cock in pussy instead of a finger on thigh would’ve been more fun but still, she’d take what she could get. “Ngh.” Koneko’s brow furrowed. “!!!” Kuroka froze. She didn’t retract her hand as she planned and now just realized it was much too high. How careless of her to allow her hand to get right below Koneko’s pussy. Her fingernail rested where her thigh ended and orgasms began. Paralyzed, she forced herself to quickly look at Koneko. Nothing. Her eyes were closed and not a disturbed face to be seen.  Kuroka breathed a quiet sigh of relief and resumed her play. It was an idiotic move for sure but what person in her shoes would even consider stopping at that point? She couldn’t! The slow teasing proved to be torture for herself so she allowed herself to be a teensy bit naughtier. “Just a second…” she whispered to herself. This time she pulled her back and brought her finger to her mouth. “Mmm~'' There was nothing better than your pre-mixed with just a hint of Koneko’s skin. Her tongue lightly grazed her fingernail and finished it off. As horny as she was, even coating her finger in her spit was making Kuroka’s thoughts even lewder. Koneko would surely be putty in her arms if she could flex her lovemaking skills on her. Kuroka would never consider her foreplay even close to finished unless her face was covered in every bit of her partner’s cum! The number of kisses she’d shower Koneko with alone was enough to make herself shiver. Kuroka waited a moment to read the air before continuing such a sinful act. Her vision had already long-adjusted to the darkness again and Koneko was back in deep sleep again. Kuroka didn’t want to admit to herself but doing what she was doing was only hot because Koneko was asleep. She loved her sister above all else but it was so devilish to take what she wanted ‘cause her sister couldn’t stop her now. Kuroka only wanted nothing more than for her and Koneko to lose themselves in the purest form of love, together. She resumed and placed her finger on Koneko’s most special place.  Kuroka closed her eyes and with her heart pounding she lightly traced her sister’s vulva with her saliva. A thrill jolted through her.  A vindictive sort of pleasure. I’m getting what I want! Finally! Maybe the thigh skating was what gave Kuroka the impression that Koneko needed what her sister had more than ever. It was just so crystal clear that the poor thing needed a dick in it stat! But Kuroka had to keep her feelings in check at least a little bit. It was a pain, but anything more would probably wake Koneko up. Instead, she trace-rubbed her little sister to the best of her ability without any harsh movements. And despite her cooling bath before, Kuroka was sweating. Koneko still hadn’t reacted to any of the lewd rubbings yet even though her pussy was positively drooling because of Kuroka’s hand. Now that was a fun thought. I’m making my sister’s pussy aroused~ But she pulled away for a meowment and traced Koneko’s hand, and relished in the fact that Koneko’s arousal was literally going down her fingers…  Kuroka so wanted to jerk off with that hand right there and then but she still had something to complete. Instead, she cleaned her fingers clean like after eating a tasty bag of chips. “So good~” she moaned under her breath. Without warning - “Eep!!!” - Koneko shifted in her sleep and her head fell onto Kuroka’s flat arm (the one propping Kuroka up) and turned her cute ass and back away from Kuroka. She muttered something incoherent before sleeping in peace once again. Kuroka was internally screaming the whole time but still took the chance to do her number one favorite thing in the entire world.  No caution to the wind - Kuroka wanted to stick her cock in between Koneko’s cute thighs! Patience was a virtue and Kuroka was virtueless.  It only took a little gentle maneuvering for her to also turn onto her side to spoon with Koneko. Her left arm hung above Koneko’s head so she was careful not to graze her sensitive ears by accident. On the opposite, Koneko’s right hand was holding her cock down between her legs while trying to slide her erection in between Koneko’s thighs. It wasn’t as difficult as Kuroka thought it was going to be actually. She held her breath as she raised her cock a little bit and started pushing through Koneko’s sweet soft thighs. The amount of pre-cum that was consistently coming out of her almost made it easier to push through. It was a miracle that Koneko missed the hot, glowing poker sandwiched between her legs. And the molten lava coming out the tip thought Kuroka.  “Mm…” Kuroka breathed feverishly out her nose. It was only pre-cum but that deep feeling in your balls when you’re going to actually cum was coming up again. Kuroka could only grit her teeth and try to stop her coming orgasm which only made more light semen force itself out of her shaft. It was almost agonizing. Fucking Koneko’s pussy, ass, or mouth. It didn’t matter to Kuroka, it felt like her libido was in full swing. “G-good, good girl,” Kuroka very quietly murmured while burying her face into the Koneko’s hair.  “Mnh.” Kuroka froze up again. Koneko tossed - but didn’t turn - in her sleep and didn’t wake up.  Blasphemous! Kuroka witnessed two miracles back-to-back. Koneko sleepily rearranged herself. Her white hair was sexily sticking to her face. Kuroka would be content gazing at her sleeping sister’s face forev- It happened. “Mmm~!” Koneko lazily stretched her arms out in front of her in her sleepy daze. Her left arm harmlessly flopped back onto the bed. Her right…  “!!!” Kuroka had to bite down on her tongue. Hard. She had to unless she wanted to wake Koneko up with the loudest moan of her entire life. Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit! Koneko’s right hand had fallen perfectly onto the pulsing head of her older sister’s throbbing penis. Kuroka’s patience was nearly depleted so something like that meant she was allowed to simply hump her hand - of course! She was nearly ready to bust a nut anyway so it was fine for her to speed things along. If Koneko could only think of her big sister’s cock she would most definitely… Kuroka groaned under her breath and thrust a little harder. It was so noticeably sticky between Koneko’s thighs now for sure, so damn sexy. Definitely… The bed creaked from the force of her hips. Kuroka had to bite her bottom lip just to keep moaning right in Koneko’s ear. Definitely… Koneko’s hand runneth over. Love her!  “Koneko!!” Kuroka moaned. She’d had enough, and recklessly somehow slid her cock down during the point of no return and used her sex-crazed strength and roughly Koneko onto her other side so she was face to face with her sister, seconds away from cumming. Her cock was numb with pleasure now. At that point it felt like a second heartbeat, It felt SO good. She didn’t care anymore, as she felt her dick rub and push the front of Koneko’s soft body wherever Kuroka’s hips went from her orgasm. Kuroka literally shook with lust but she couldn’t do anything at all to stop her saying her sister’s name and cum ejaculated out steaming mad anyway. Her angry, purple cockhead splattered out so much cum with each hump while Kuroka was lost in her orgasm. They weren’t rolling back, but it was hard for Kuroka to keep her eyes open from her strong cumshots. Her toes were curling ten times over, it was that kind of amazing orgasm.  Kuroka vaguely saw an image of Koneko’s shell-shocked face. Her eyes were wide open and only closed them if they were in danger of being blasted with the cum that was shooting all over her petite body. Thick ropes of Kuroka’s semen covered Koneko from her head to her thighs. It was a guilty dream come true! The bug of lust was a bitch to lose yourself in since Kuroka didn’t even consider stopping the blinding speed she was jerking off. Fully committed to ridding her pent-up balls and swollen cock with every last drop of cum onto the bed and her sister. This was worth it~ Nothing could come to Koneko’s aid. There were no towels both of their nightgowns had long since been soaked in Kuroka’s cum. She could even feel some sticky globs in between in her fingers. I couldn’t have done a better job with my designated cum dumpster. It was a drastic change in Kuroka’s mood but, hey, horny brain did things to her. Koneko was still in shock of course, but in the midst of her post-orgasm, Kuroka thought her sister looked exactly where she belonged. Maybe…just maybe… Koneko liked being absolutely covered in her big sister’s love and would be begging for some more?  Kuroka’s panting was the only sound in the room. But, something in Koneko’s eyes brought Kuroka back to reality.  A shattering, clear look of disgust.

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Chapter 1 - The Tantalizing Tentals

“Hm? They haven’t returned?” Mercedes asked and Olivia nodded grimly. That was surprising. Mercedes thought back and, indeed, Camilla and Rhea still hadn’t come back from the expedition they were sent out on around a week ago. “So...we have to go and find them,” Olivia said. She did look ready to pass out from the idea of the possibility of encountering an unknown danger but Mercedes didn’t want to even entertain the fact of leaving them in the forest, all alone. “Dorothea and Hilda are coming along to help, too.” The two girls were already behind Olivia, and Dorothea could immediately tell which one didn’t want to come along. “This ‘rescue mission’ has three people assigned to it ALREADY!” whined Hilda, “I don’t see why I have to go as well!” She was twirling her twin-tail in a particularly annoying fashion, trying to look as disinterested as possible in saving two of their comrades. But, despite her words, she already had her ax strapped to her back and ready to go. Dorothea scoffed, “So we have one girl who looks ready to blow chunks at the thought of leaving and the other one probably doesn’t want to help at all? Awesome.” Mercedes felt that the general mood of the group wasn’t positive in the slightest. “We need to head out as soon as possible anyway, I had heard that the village Camilla and Rhea were dispatched to have some...unpleasant things happen.” “Wh-what kind of things?” asked Olivia in a hushed voice and Dorothea’s slightly green face didn’t exactly give Mercedes a confidence boost. “Just...we really need to find and save them, quickly. I want to confirm the rumors myself anyway,” she said. “Ugh, FINE,” said Hilda. Once everyone was ready to go, the girls set off for the village Dorothea mentioned. It was late in the morning, nearly midday so Mercedes made sure that the two stragglers of their group, Olivia and Hilda, kept a pep in their step. It was cloudy overhead too, with sunshine sometimes breaking through. It made the air around the four of them feel, odd. Mercedes couldn’t put her finger on it. What could be making them feel so apprehensive? They walked in silence until they reached the village. Once they arrived an odd scene met their eyes. Groups of people were scattered throughout, some in front of their homes or outside. None of the villagers seemed to care that they had arrived, moreso worried about what was going on in front of them. “What’s going on?” said Mercedes. Hilda shrugged and Olivia was stepping back ever so slightly before Mercedes kept a firm hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just ask them what’s going on. No use in standing around. “ said Dorothea. Olivia tried to say something but Dorothea was already off to the group nearest to them and the others followed suit. While finding Camilla and Rhea was their first priority, Mercedes - Dorothea too, it seemed - knew the answer was finding out what in the world was going on in the village first. As usual, Hilda and Olivia hung back but kept their ears pricked for any info that would be useful. The group was tending to a girl who was sitting still on the ground, unresponsive. She was breathing so that was enough for Mercedes to tap on an old man’s back lightly, “Hello there, may we ask what’s going on?” The old man turned around and he looked like he was aging the longer he stood there. “Um,” Dorothea started as the old man rubbed his eyes tiredly, “We’re looking for two of our comrades who went missing in this area recently. Could any of you know anything about that?” One middle-aged woman laughed a harsh laugh, scratching her head. “If those girls are even half-decent lookin’ you can forget about helping them. I’m alright as you can see so those monsters won't know what they’re missin’!” she harshly laughed again. Mercedes eyed the collapsed girl again, her veins were turning a different, … purple color. That was terrifying, to say the least, but Mercedes knew nothing but to keep pushing forward for their friends. “Right…” she said, “But what’s happening here, exactly? And where can we find Camilla and Rhea?” “Ahhh, those two girls?” The old man said, “Those were some fine-looking girls, yeah. I remember when they first showed up a couple of days ago. Then this ordeal began.” “What situation?” snarled Hilda, her patience running out. The woman snapped her fingers and pointed at the seated girl, “THIS one.” As if on cue, the girl’s head lolled up from its down position and Olivia forced down a scream. “Is...is that a tentacle on the side of her mouth?” Mercedes finally noticed, but the villager’s stomach was bigger than it should’ve been normally. Her stomach was contorting grotesquely and she was spreading her legs in what she would assume to be a lewd position. The villager looked normal but her brown eyes flashed in pain and her hair was strewn sloppily on her face. “I- '' she croaked out finally but stopped, and her head jerked to the right - to them - unnaturally. The girls stood back apprehensively, The villager wore a crooked smile on her face, it was unnervingly creepy, steadily looking upward as if she was listening to a voice that they could not hear.... Her eyes slowly slid to the four of them.  “Head into the forest, to find what you seek,” she rasped.  Her face jerked again, the veins on her forehead popping, and the girls recoiled in shock. Her eyes were glowing an unnaturally bright purple now. “Nononono I didn’t sign up for this crap!” Hilda groaned with her head in her hands. Mercedes was surprised none of them had to tackle Olivia to keep her there. The villager snickered, “This does feel really good. You can’t even begin to imagine what those two girls are going through right now.” Although she said that her voice didn't match her words at all. Mercedes felt a pang of pity for the villager as she was clearly being made to say such horrible things. Dorothea slowly turned around to the rest of them. “So we give up now, agreed?” “Agreed!” Olivia turned on her heel to scurry away but Mercedes held her arm out to block her, growing more irritated by the moment at their actions. “What if we were the ones in the depths of some forest with no way of knowing if someone was on their way to help?!" Mercedes said commandingly, shocking everyone else. Silence met her words aside from the villager who distractingly couldn't pick between moaning or laughing at their indecision. "Besides," she continued, "We don't have enough time to regroup before the day ends and I know none of us want to leave Camilla, Rhea, or whoever else suffering with this problem any longer than they are forced to. Mercedes knew what they were dealing with here was unlike anything any of them had ever seen before. She didn't want to dwell on the specifics of what was going on unless they got more clear info than some useless snicker-moans. A foreboding feeling in the pit of Mercedes' stomach really made her anxious, teetering on fear. Whatever was possibly affecting Rhea or Camilla was just too naughty to think about. "I-I wish Robin were here," Olivia said suddenly. "He'd know exactly what to do." "Or Byleth," said Hilda almost wistfully. Mercedes couldn't help but imagine Camilla piping up with her "beloved Corrin" too if she was there with them. Dorothea sighed, "We can't leave them alone, I know. Let's just get this over with as soon as possible or at least figure out more of what's going on exactly." she said. Mercedes and Olivia agreed and Hilda, for her part, wordlessly nodded and drew her ax. Mercedes realized that she had her arm outstretched in front of Olivia the whole time and was going to put it down before Olivia clutched it. Mercedes, surprised, looked at her questioningly but Olivia avoided her gaze. "This is scary," she muttered, "This whole thing feels different than being in an army, fighting a war." Olivia's internal radar must've been blaring like the rest of them but they had no other choice but to forge on ahead. But still, Mercedes felt a lot of sympathy for her. “If holding on to me is what you need to do to keep going then so be it. Feel free to use me as support as long as you need,’ she said, hoping to reassure her. "Let’s continue. I can see the entrance to the forest right over there.” She pointed ahead of them and past numerous other homes and women collapsed on their butts outside said homes. Truthfully though, Mercedes was entirely welcome to the feeling of someone holding on to her, especially since that forest was getting closer and closer. “....I appreciate it,” Olivia mumbled her blush as red as flame. But Olivia did finally seem to forget her fear for a moment while the two of them briskly walked together to catch up with Hilda and Dorothea. Although they had the destination now, passing through the rest of the village and the horrors it held made Mercedes want to whimper and run away akin to a stray dog. “?” The other two girls had stopped to look at something ahead, their mouths agape. Mercedes felt the familiar foreboding feeling again and unconsciously tightened Olivia’s arm to her body. One woman had given birth to the creature that was inside her stomach and was aimlessly holding it. The villager noticed them looking and a huge, uncanny smile lit her face. “Girls!” she called and ushered them over with the same eerie, purple light brightening her eyes. Her eyes slowly slid over all of them. They lingered on Olivia just a shade longer than the others but Mercedes quickly brushed that off. She didn’t seem physically threatening so after a hurried and furious chat, Mercedes and the others headed over to the affected villager warily. “Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU so much for coming over here! I already heard you met my sister, hee hee! I’m SO happy for her. I already miss bouncing around with my little one in my stomach,” she petted her thing gently, some...sticky residue stuck to her hand but she made no attempt to rub it off. “She’s so close to having her first Tental, I’m jealous!” She talked in a rushed, almost maniac sort of way as if she was getting ready to pounce with an attack or hug. Fake positivity also flowed out of the woman as smooth as a boat colliding with a chunk of ice. But, the four of them shared a look. Tental. That sounded like the identity of the unknown creature... Speaking of, Mercedes gazed at the one in the villager’s arms. She held it carefully, lovingly as if it was truly her child. Like she would give anything and everything in the world to protect it or make it happy. Mercedes cocked her head, it looked like a wig with very, very thick strands of purple-black hair. Not a very terrifying monster in the slightest at least. The strands of, ah, flesh moved around listlessly like it was following its rhythm. Mercedes could get along with that. Its “mom” spoke so happily, without a care in the world. Mercedes wished she had that… She was desensitized to the women in the village being unclothed and gazing at the woman’s bare, full chest with a tear of milk hanging off her nipple looked so erotic... “!” Mercedes coughed into her hand, breaking her eye contact from the Tental and mom for a much-needed second. “Excuse me,” she said quietly as they all looked at her, “Please continue.” She had to be careful. Baseless eye contact with a creature that she had no idea what it did exactly was quite foolish. “-I really thought you all weren’t going to come over here and I got really bummed about it! But then you did so thank you All of my sisters have had or are going to give birth to their very own Tental very, very soon and there’s definitely for sure more of them to come!” Unlike the other girl who had the creepiness factor turned up to 10, this villager was positively beaming. Her smile reached her shining eyes too. Any normal person would believe she was talking about her newborn despite her nakedness and the hellish Tental she was holding. The Tental was drippy too, disgusting. A surge of revulsion surged in Mercedes. It reminded her of the job that she had set off to complete.  A shiver crept up on Mercedes, perhaps these were signs that the villager in front of them was too far gone? “But…” A drastic change in the villager’s voice tone shook Mercedes out of her thoughts. “None of you beautiful, beautiful girls have made any contact with a Tental yet. I’m so sorry!” She spoke with such force and sounded truly heartbroken. Purple (?!) tears were welling in her eyes and as she quickly swept over the four of them again Mercedes suddenly wanted nothing more than to comfort the villager and accept a Tental as her own - just to see what it was like! She unconsciously tried to remove her arm from Olivia but the dancer stood her ground. “Let go, Olivia!” she hissed, “I need to!” She tried again to rid herself of Olivia but the damn girl wouldn’t let go. “What’s gotten into you, Mercedes?! Snap out of it!” Olivia said and the two struggled with Olivia now having to use both of her laughably weak arms to hold Mercedes back from the Tental and the villager’s now-outstretching arms. Mercedes wanted to accept that hug so much… The feel of her underwhelming chest against the villager’s big, milk-filled tits was an offer she couldn’t refuse. She and the Tental were the keys to eternal happiness, she just knew it! Inappropriate thoughts were filling Mercedes's thoughts as if they were being streamed directly into her brain. She wanted to lap at the villager’s body...every single part of her. She wanted milk to run down her face while the Tental held her down and kept her face against the villager’s pussy while her own was stuffed with those thick breeding tentacles! Wondrous eggs filled her body and Mercedes would be pleasing the Tental and her new sister at once. What could be better?  Mercedes opened her mouth and her spit-slicken tongue hung out lewdly. “I just need one taste, please!” she whined to her dumbass “comrades''. They didn’t get it….they couldn't do it with a Tental just yet...and that made her sad. They all should rejoice in the Tentals together! Hilda and Dorothea had been standing there in shock at Mercedes's actions but now they stepped into action and now the both of them helped in holding Mercedes back from bliss. “Get off!!” Mercedes snarled at them, “I-I need to be with ‘em!” Through them, Mercedes could see that the villager hadn’t moved from her spot with the Tental in her arms. But her eyes were locked on to Mercedes, brighter than ever.  It was as if she was trying to speak to Mercedes without drawing attention from her ruthless attackers. Come hither, child. Come to me!  Her smile deepened on her tear-stained face and Mercedes grinned back happily. The purple fog that was in her vision deepened. She wanted her sister. She needed her sister. She needed her sister. Her immaculate body would comfort her with the initial mating with the Tental, Mercedes knew. Her beautiful eyes tortured Mercedes’ mind. They were directing her toward the Tental. Her ultimate destination.  Mercedes lost it. “I NEED to be with my sister” she screamed out while her emotions ran wild. “Look at her Tental, it also NEEDS another warm body to keep it safe from this harsh environment! Oh, pick me, Tental! Please pick me! Just a few tentacles would be enough!” Her mind went haywire. That wonderful Tental could use her mouth, pussy, even her ass if it needed to help it produce children that would grant Mercedes more sisters. Its slick tentacles were quietly pulsing, knowing her to want for pleasure and kids. Mercedes knew her unworthy body would be made into something desirable if she could just scream her love for the Tental as her pussy clamped down on it in orgasm. She’d even clean him up with her mouth and keep it open all the time! An always open O-face to shoot cum or future Tentals on, just for him!!! Mercedes’ nipples were rock hard and gazing at the villager’s red-tinged pussy from the tentacles only drove her mind even wilder. She’d be right there, buried in it to make her cum again and again too!  Mercedes’ mind turned ravenous. She had no doubt her eyes were glowing that sexy purple as well, just as her sisters did. She tried biting the top of her clothes off so the Tental could have access to her boobs from here but one of the dumb bitches on her kept her in head place to stop her from doing so. “Help me, sister!” Mercedes wailed. “Please help these distraught girls see the light just as I have!” Nothing else mattered. Mercedes had to get a Tental inside of her. What else was a woman than fated to be a breeder for tentacles and for their offspring to guide the future?! Mercedes’ pussy tightened at the thought of it. A wriggling bundle of Tental in her own body and, eventually, her arms. There would be no need for clothes either when she’d be constantly wrapped in tentacles! She would bolster her family’s numbers….the family she never had…. Mercedes’ eyes were locked on her newfound family just ahead of her so she was overjoyed to see her sister’s mouth open. Look how badly he needs you, she spoke softly, motherly, in her head as she kept up the struggle against the other girls. Mercedes was enraptured by the Tental. It sat quietly in his mother’s arms begging for Mercedes to hold him. The tips of his tentacles were getting wetter and wetter by the second so Mercedes could have a happy, painless time of accepting him into her body. So thoughtful… she thought to herself. The tentacles looked so smooth and thick and full~ Only a woman could satisfy all of that GIRTH. Mercedes shuddered erotically. It just wasn’t right for them to go a second without the walls of a pussy coaxing every shot of cum inside of it! The villager’s Tental wrapped and stretched its tentacles around its mom’s arms and legs, teasing Mercedes. Her sister gasped and her eyes sunk even deeper into the mist. Mercedes was so jealous and so horny. Just as she was going to escalate her actions and attack everyone a flash of silver ripped through her hazy vision. “HYA!” Hilda’s ax swung through the air like it was butter and her aim was true. The Tental was sliced in half cleanly, dying instantly and the hypnosis both women were being subjected to was shattered. The villager fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut but Mercedes held it in place. The fog in Mercedes' mind evaporated. “I...what?” She looked back and forth at Olivia - whose eyes were squeezed shut - and Dorothea - who looked as though she needed a sick bucket quickly - and both were still holding on to Mercedes’ arms and head for dear life. “Are you two okay?” she said with a gasp for breath. “Why are you all holding on to... m-me, oh no….” Mercedes’ mind replayed what had just happened to her on fast forward. Feelings of shame and disgust flared within her. She averted the girls’ faces as best as she could. “Please let go of me,” Mercedes said quietly. Now she felt ready to pass out. Dorothea let go immediately but Olivia only lessened her grip and settled for lightly holding on to Mercedes’ forearm. Whether it was for her protection or not, Mercedes appreciated it slightly. She analyzed herself quickly, keenly aware that her vagina’s...excitement was on her legs as if she had actually gotten aroused by one of those nasty creatures.  And the villager - who was most definitely not Mercedes’ sister nor kin - gazed up at them groggily. She seemed unaware that she was covered in Tental blood or the fact that she was naked. “Who...who are all of you?” she managed to rasp out. The poor thing’s voice sounded like it was so far away, so distant. Mercedes knew it wasn’t her fault that the Tental...raped her. She didn’t want to use that word but it was the only one that came to mind. Even Dorothea seemed beyond words to help her out so they simply pointed her to the man and woman they had met before with a promise to save them all. But it was a never-ending nightmare through their continued trek through the infected village. Mercedes felt like village and villager alike were deteriorating faster as they made it closer and closer to their forest destination. As they walked on they all viewed more and more unsightly and lewd behavior from women and girls alike. Young and old, no matter their looks... It was all unclothed females with pregnant stomachs, breasts that leaked milk, pampering their “handsome little Tental” or a combo of it all. The only minuscule comfort to Mercedes was that at least their stomachs looked to be a normal size. There wasn’t any frightening body horror aside from the...tentacles and purple eyes. Still very frightening.   They all had their technique to avoid the infected’s gaze now. Mercedes? She simply looked with tunnel vision, locked forward while she now held on to Olivia’s hand very tightly as she hid a little behind Mercedes. Hilda brandished her ax at anyone that came close and straight up killed any Tentals she could without harming the “mother” that held….or sucked on them. Mercedes wasn’t even sure who was sucking who. Repulsive. But, soon. Soon they would all be free of their nightmare. And, finally, there it was. The entrance to the forest. The sun hung lower in the sky than ever but Mercedes could wager that it was still mid-afternoon. Plenty of time still to save Camilla and Rhea and get the hell out.  They all stood there at the edge of the dark, unflinching aperture apprehensively and waited for another to make the first move while Olivia had snuggled against Mercedes’ arm again. “I-I’ll move when Mercedes does!” she stammered. Hilda rolled her eyes at such a statement but Mercedes really, truly wished that she could confidently lead them into the forest like a leader. But her mind continuously flashed back to the Tental and villager that had afflicted her with all those embarrassing thoughts. Her panties were still drying for God’s sake! So, no. She could not allow herself to take the first step. “The Tental,” she said, “Was horrifying to experience. I don’t want myself or any of you to go through that.” The warmth from Olivia was noted but Mercedes couldn’t help but shudder. “It’s like those slimy tentacles work their way into your mind and force indecent perceptions into your thoughts. It’s sickening.” Mercedes gritted her teeth. “I never want to feel that way again.” Hilda brought her ax closer to her body and clutched it dearly. “We need to go in now,” she snapped uncharacteristically to them. “I’m sorry you went through that but if we don’t forge on now there’s no chance we’ll be able to save them! C’mon, I’ll lead the way with my ax.” Hilda didn’t wait for them to answer and simply started walking but left everyone else flabbergasted. Dorothea, with no hesitation now, followed Hilda’s brisk pace as Olivia and Mercedes were all ears in the back. Mercedes first registered that the forest didn’t look bad at all. She expected to see Tentals hanging from the treetops or on the ground or something but all she could take in was the lush greenery that infested - in a good way! - the ground and trees. Hilda slashed and broke away any vines and the like that got in their way. It felt almost too easy to Mercedes considering what she and the villagers had gone through. Perhaps the Tentals have never made it back here at all? But it wasn’t like someone like Camilla or Rhea to simply not contact them on their status… Dorothea had grown more and more silent as this nightmare unfolded and Mercedes couldn’t blame her. It was as Olivia said, this was unlike anything any of them had ever faced before. Hilda continued ahead but something off to the right of the path made Mercedes freeze.  “Everyone! Look!” she shouted. The other whipped around immediately and Olivia inquisitively looked over to where she was pointing. “?!”  It was Rhea. She was slumped against the tree lifelessly. Mercede’s heart dropped but there didn’t seem to be any tentacles or “purpleness” around or near her. Dorothea ran over to her but Hilda was cautious in her approach and Olivia still stayed by her side.  Dorothea crouched down. “Rhea?! Rhea?!” She shook her fast and hard. Rhea’s head hung low but Dorothea’s quick efforts made her head prick up almost immediately.  “That was anticlimactic,” Hilda muttered but looked relieved all the same. Mercedes shushed her with a finger over her mouth as Rhea spoke. “The last thing I remember was Camilla and I nearing some den. But, why are you all here?” she asked. Mercedes noted that she still had her clothes on and her body seemed unaffected if a bit dirtied up.  “It’s been over a week since anyone has seen either of you! The village back there is a hellscape now… We need to hurry up and find Camilla and regroup to tackle the monstrosities here with more manpower.” said Dorothea. “I don’t think men are what the forest desires though…” Rhea said, “But please let me lead you to where I recall Camilla and I were last. Shall I take the lead?” They were all surprised at her eagerness to get going even though she had just been roused.  “Are you sure? You really should rest for a moment at the very least,” said Dorothea but Rhea waved off their concerns with a hand wave. “As long as you’re sure...I guess.” Dorothea and Mercedes shared a look but allowed Rhea to take the lead. It was still a common sentiment that Camilla needed to be found before sunset so her taking charge wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. The next few minutes passed in silence as the four girls followed Rhea to where Camilla was hopefully. It wasn’t the sort of mission you talk through, to be honest. They continued until Rhea came to a stop in front of a den-like place. ‘Here we were,” she said, “Let’s head in and see if she’s okay.” Mercedes’ alarm bells were starting to ring but Rhea did look completely trustworthy and if Camilla was in there they could make it out like a bat out of hell. It was against her better judgment but, Gods, she wanted this day to be over with already! “I don’t know about this…” Olivia was hanging on to her tighter than ever but all it took was a reassuring squeeze of the hand from Mercedes and she settled down and they continued in like everyone else. The ground here was free of grass and looked akin to a cave more than anything. Hilda still held her dependable ax in a defensive position in case something or someone suddenly attacked like many, many times before. Before they reached the end of the...cavern? Cave? Den? Rhea swung her hips in a more sultry fashion, her clothes were loose on her body, Mercedes duly noted. But just before she voiced her concerns to the rest of the group Rhea spoke up. “Here we are. It’s time to introduce ourselves, everyone!” Rhea called out and Mercedes heard the unmistakable sound of Tentals shuffling around and the den illuminated in that familiar purple light.  In a big circle, five great Tentals that were much bigger than the baby-sized ones that they had been used to came out of the shadows of the den. And, of course, they looked to be about the size of the average human female. Great. Their tentacles were much bigger, thicker, and wetter than the ones before. One could say that they were just big enough to give a female the ultimate pleasure that was shy of tearing them apart~ “Oh no…” Mercedes shook her head violently. Just being there and in such close proximity of these huge Tentals was corrupting her thoughts! She lazily called out to the others, “G-guys, we need to go….” Her head was beginning to hurt…. “Stay close to me, Olivia,” she murmured. Hilda chuckled and snorted in response. “Yeah, sure, we leave now and don’t save Camilla? We have to see this to the end!” she said. Mercedes wasn’t sure if she was saying that because of her stubbornness or if the Tentals were already affecting her so severely. “Yes. Please stay with us, forever. Until the very end.” A voice, much louder than their own, rang above the group’s heads. Camilla, who was standing behind the Tental just in front of them, stepped out from behind him. Tentacles were continually sucking on her breasts, doing as much as they could to take every last drop of motherly milk that dripped out of the tap. Mercedes could see out of the corner of her eye that Olivia was lightly licking her lips. They had to leave right then and there or all would be lost, she knew that. But...wouldn’t it be better for them to hear their missing friend? Her stomach still looked normal like Rhea but Mercedes knew all too well that the tentacle sticking to the side of her mouth was a sign of things to cum~ One of the Tentals slowly shuffled over to Rhea, who accepted the tentacles that wrapped themselves around her legs and into her pussy without so much as a grimace. “There’s no pain, no fear, no worries when you accept the Tental into you, everyone. Can’t you see that? Right now my sister and I are accepting so many brave little Tentals into our bodies. They love their mommies so much from-”  “Conception.” Hilda shivered, her hand trailing to her undergarments. “To birth.” Dorothea flipped her skirt up and rapidly rubbed the front of her panties. “To sex.” Olivia fell into Mercedes like a puppet whose strings were cut, using her as support while her fingers expertly teased her clit. Rhea stood there, smiling with her serene smile, and gazed at the women who’d become her newest set of sisters. She and Camilla nakedly stood side by side with their Tentals who did nothing more than pour more of their sweet, sweet, baby-makers into their fertile wombs.  The axe was their only means of true damage and it had already been tossed to the side because its owner was preoccupied with making her body wet enough for any Tental to slide right in. Mercedes thought of Olivia’s sword but she doubted that any of them would be able to do any real damage with it. Outside of that, Mercedes also didn’t want to endanger the people they were meant to rescue! The exit was blocked and options were running out. “Uhhh, d-dance for them, Olivia!” Hilda cried out. A valiant effort but it was obvious where her true priorities were. She unhooked her bra and her perky breasts popped out. Rhea’s eyes gleamed at the first major act of undressing.  Hungry tentacles ravaged on dangerously close to her now but she wasn’t making any attempt to pick her ax back up. “NO!” Olivia shrieked right back at her but continued to masturbate right next to Mercedes. “If Azura was here she could just sing them a lullaby or whatever!” Hilda huffed, reading her nipples. She licked her hand and was quickly right back to tend to her pussy. Even Mercedes could feel her own will to leave being drained out of her. It was so satisfying just to watch the other girls lose themselves to the Tentals. Camilla’s unnaturally bright eyes shone at the thought of it, “Yesss, my baby sister’s body would be perfect for us,” she laughed. She and Rhea were effectively double-teaming them all now. They went back and forth to each of them as the Tentals whispered in their minds. As quick as a lightning strike, Rhea and her Tental were over to them in a flash and wrapped her arms around Olivia and pushed Mercedes away with some sort of unnatural strength. “Mmm, don’t I smell wonderful my dear?” she said. Just like her eyes, the aroma that filled the whole den was that striking shade of dark purple. It relentlessly attacked Olivia’s senses. She could do nothing but take in Rhea’s wide, blissful smile closer and closer before the hug put her face-first in the woman’s cleavage. Mercedes could only watch on with a dazed look plastered on her face.  “I! I! Ahhh…” Olivia spoke only in heavy, desperate breaths. Hehe, AS IF she was starved for air. The only thing she wanted right then was more Rhea! Her chest heaved for more and more of the scent and the warm touch of Rhea’s hug. Olivia was trying her best to resist through her closed eyes but all Rhea had to do was simply tighten her hug. She looked down on Olivia and was truly happy that her method was finally getting to her.  All of the Tental slime and cum was eroding the girls’ clothes away but none of them noticed nor cared when all that did was help in their new mission. “Beautiful girls like you should be loved just like this, don’t you agree?” Rhea murmured. “Making babies every day for the Tentals. A great big family that loves each other and only wants the best for everyone else too…” She lowered her voice into a whisper. “Your friends are slowly losing their will too. It’s much easier to accept rather than fight.” Olivia didn’t say a word but none were needed when all you wanted to do was suck on a big breast. Rhea could sense Olivia’s intentions but before her tongue could touch Rhea’s nipple she crouched down to Olivia’s crotch. She smirked when Olivia whined an unmistakable moan of need. She wants more. Rhea wanted nothing more than to quicken Olivia’s pace of acceptance of the Tental. Since her clothes had long been disintegrated it made what Rhea had in store all the easier to accomplish. The Tental’s tentacles kept Olivia’s arms and legs in place still even though her arms and legs were slack from Rhea’s assault. As if she had any chance of surviving such a thing in the first place!  And then there was Dorothea who was off in her own little world with Camilla. “May I hurry and obtain Azura for you, pretty please? <3” Dorothea looked up at her expectantly, happily. Any trace of the natural green in her eyes was completely gone and only the purple remained. “It would be much too out-of-the-norm for you to suddenly show up and as you know Azura is very simple-minded. So if I said I knew where you were then she’d come running without a moment’s hesitation!” Before she could answer, Dorothea quickly licked Camilla’s pussy again and again to sweeten the deal~ “Ungh,” Camilla’s throaty moan hit Dorothea’s ears just right. And what was the first thing someone going down on another’s private parts should do? Dive in deeper, of course! It didn’t even matter how she answered as long the pussy-eating skills she possessed were enough to make Camilla orgasm! Meanwhile, Rhea pulled her tongue and thick lips away from Olivia’s pelvis with a satisfying sort of look on her face. Olivia was enamored with something on her own body. “My very own brand…” The spot just above her wet pussy and throbbing clit was a dark purple crest. “Thank you, Rhea” she spoke in a hushed, awestruck voice. “I can’t wait to tell Chrom that I have my own brand now!” Mercedes couldn’t help but grin at such a statement. Olivia was so happy!  And finally, Hilda, not one to disappoint, was taking TWO Tentals on! Mercedes absentmindedly easily stuck two fingers in her pussy. It would’ve been rude of her if she saw that and didn’t masturbate! Hilda’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and Mercedes could even see happy trails of tears rolling down her face as the tentacles completely filled her ass and pussy. “F-F-F-For my new f-family. Fuuuck~ The smooth ridges on the tentacles that ran alongside Hilda’s flower and asshole shocked new feelings of pleasure that she had never even thought were fathomable before! Like, what the fuck even was a dildo at that point? Hilda’s breasts bounced from the sheer force of the tentacles that rap- loved her. “P-Put them in my mouth too~” she called to the Tentals. “I want both of my lips to taste my babies~” All the girls were pleased by the Tentals and Mercedes couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. Surely she should be giving or getting some love by now too? As if on cue, Olivia quickly turned her head unnaturally to where Mercedes was standing with a lonely, drippy pussy. “Ooh, my boobs are getting bigger, Mercedes! Feel them get bigger while you suck on them! Olivia cried out, almost dragging her beloved sister to her. Mercedes hazily noticed that while none of the other girls’ breasts were growing from the milk - not that Camilla needed it - she, Rhea, and Camilla refocused their efforts on Dorothea and Olivia’s milky boobs.  “How,” Mercedes licked, “How does it feel, Olivia?! Your breasts are so soft and supple now.” Mercedes rubbed the tender skin. It was just so arousing to her that she couldn’t believe it. She latched her mouth onto Olivia’s right nipple while Rhea dominated her left. Despite the Tental beginning with Olivia’s small cleavage at first, her chest was already looking to be half a cup size bigger!  “It’s...haaa..oh my Gods.” Olivia’s eyes rolled back just like Hilda’s were. “My stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies. K-keep going, please!” Mercedes didn’t want to disappoint her sister so she did exactly that! It was so amazing, licking and suckling a breast where the skin around the tap just kept growing and growing. More for Mercedes and Rhea to lick and play with~ Mercedes didn’t care to leave anymore. Not at all. The only thing left in her fried mind was for her to give Olivia the most powerful orgasm of her life even if there weren’t any tentacles teasing her at the moment. And while that did make her sad, she knew that there were only many, many more days….weeks….years….decades of pleasing her Tentals and sisters. Mercedes could only hear the girls’ screams, shrieks, and cries of delight. Of joy… Rhea took her mouth off her nipple just for a moment to say, “You’re going to be a mommy, Olivia!” And Olivia could do nothing to hold back the happy tears that fell down her face. Rhea quickly took up the swollen, milk-white nipple again with a renewed fervor. Any new mommy deserved the right to cum through her breasts! After all, wasn’t that the universal sign of a mom in the first place?! Mercedes reached down and already felt Rhea’s hand going nuts feeling up Olivia's pussy wherever she could alongside the Tental’s tentacle that just shooting more and more lovely sperm into his mate.  The least Mercedes could also do was use her other hand to slap Olivia's juicy ass so it could get in on the action since there was no tentacle to speak of back there.  “I am, I’m going to be a mom!” Olivia wept with pure joy plastered all over her face. “My sisters...please take all of my milk!!” Milk-driven insanity, as Mercedes wanted to call it. She and Rhea smoothly swallowed down ALL of the milk that shot, leaked, and bubbled, into their mouths. The sickly sweet drink could double as life-giving nutrients even above water! Mercedes didn’t know why she was so sure of it but all she wanted to do was keep her lips puckered right over Olivia’s nipple forever and ever… This was Mercedes’ life now. No more risking her life in goddamn wars. No more caring about the day-to-day when she can just turn her brain off and be the best sister she can be to her family and the best mother to all the little Tentals that’ll be running around here soon enough. The greatest thing that happened to that dumpy-ass, poor fucking village was the Tentals choosing to mark their territory over it AND its women.  But all too soon, Olivia’s head jerked back as she screamed out her orgasm. Her breasts squirted out so much milk that even Mercedes and Rhea couldn’t swallow it all in time! So much hot milk fell onto their bodies and Tental that the sisters dropped their faces to begin the long and delicious process of cleaning up their delightful family. AND Olivia’s chest was two whole cup sizes bigger now!! Mercedes’ pussy quivered. Her belly and breasts were going to be so full by the end of the day! If only she could remember what they had to do by sunset. * * * * * * * *  “Hm? They haven’t returned?” Cordelia asked and Mint nodded grimly. “That’s surprising, we need to send another team right away!”

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

The great Elite Four member Nonon Jakuzure was hard at work, bouncing her lithe, sexy body on top of a disgusting, lowlife of a no-star student at the moment. Nonon kept her voice to an absolute minimum, preferring to hear the pathetic grunts and moans from the probably-but-she-wasn't-really-sure virgin under her. She blew a strand of pink hair out of her eyes, keen not to miss the show below her. A deep sense of vindication rushed through her knowing that she was going to be the best lay of this worm's life bar none. The boy's head rolled back in absolute bliss, the wet slapping noise very nearly brought him to orgasm already and was music to his ears.  Nonon wasn't ever going to admit this to anyone but herself, but his cock was hitting her aching pussy juuuust right. She hadn't had a chance to masturbate in a few days, so this is just what she needed. If only she had remembered to bring her Satsuki mask for him to wear...  Unbidden, some less-than-savory images of Satsuki Kiryuin appeared in her mind. Nonon already accepted that those feelings would show up every now and then. Especially now since she's getting dicked really well even by her high standards. God knows she'd do anything for her. "Sat..su..ki.." she murmured dreamily under breath. She sped the rate of their lovemaking up, teasing her pointed nipples and rubbing her smooth skin as her body heated up. Nonon was unaware of how the boy was treating this startling development, but she really didn't care. Satsuki was so strong, wise, and beautiful that it could bring Nonon to tears. "Mmm..." she moaned again, raising her voice. She reached down and teased her neglected clit, having forbidden the boy from touching her aside from laying there with his delicious cock. Er, his disgusting, no-star cock. That's what she meant, yeah... All Nonon wanted was just a taste of Satsuki, was that too much to yearn for? She would do anything she asked her to. On her knees while Satsuki stands over her, bent over while Satsuki fucks her with the biggest, pinkest, dildo Nonon has in her personal collection.  Her hormones felt like they were going crazy at this point.  Still, she didn't want to totally ignore the student under her, who looked like all the blood in his system had drained to his cock, which was happily repeating its journey to Nonon's cunt. Again and again, his lengthy cock would threaten to invade her womb as she raised her hips all the way to the tip of his penis and slowly, agonizingly, back down to reach him. Torturing others sexually like this what she breathed and lived for. No one was around as the two were off in a secluded, empty classroom. As horny as she was, there was no way in Hell she was going to be caught by anyone in such a degrading situation.  Stupidly, selfishly, he began to thrust his hips upward to meet Nonon's own.  Nonon's arm whipped out like a snake and slapped him hard across the face.  "Ah ah ah..." she snickered, "Remember what I said would happen if you DARED try to pleasure yourself during this great honor, shrimp?" The no-star blushed and looked away in shame, fitting for his school status.  Nonon smirked, "This quick little session is for me to get off, not you."  She continued to bounce and clenched down on the poor young man's engorged penis with her extremely wet pussy. Nonon leaned down and teased the young man, just barely letting her modest chest touch his slick one. God, doing this was so much fun for her, watching that pitiful face range from flashes ranging from wanting to anger to a dazed expression. She let her fingertips graze his chest, lightly pulling on his nipples. He would groan and his muscles would flex, unable to put his hands on her hips and fuck her like the sex doll she knew he wanted her to be. Still, even Nonon was stilling to admit that his stamina was impressive, He hadn't shown any signs of cumming this whole time and restrained himself aside from that slip-up. Is he due for a reward?  Nonon thought to herself, looking down at him. She quickly wiped that thought from her mind though, that was crazy talk. Fucking a such a degenerate was bad in itself, but actually considering to use him more than for her own pleasure was outright insanity.  She continued to just barely press any weight on chest and arms with her fingertips. The rate of their lovemaking was still totally controlled by Nonon of course, preferring to keep it as slow and satisfying (for herself, of course) as possible. Nonon pressed her lips against the young man's ear. "Man, my scent must be an aphrodisiac to you right now," she whispered, "Who knew that out of all the lowlifes in this school that you'd be the one get this prize, huh? You're so lucky!" All she received was a slightly strangled groan in response but it did the job. Nonon was so freakin' horny that she even considered letting him touch her. That was impossible, of course. However, she was growing bored with the cowgirl style and decided to change it up. She stood up and with a large pop, the boy's cock literally popped out of her warm cunt. Grabbing him by the collar, she turned around and bent over on one of the school desks and assumed a rather embarrassing position. If only Satsuki was around to see it... "Hey, dummy! You know what this means, right?! Come put your hog in my asshole!" she commanded him. Her head turned so she could get a look at the pathetic boy. "And no touching!" she finished. Relishing the fact that he obeyed her every word, he placed his cockhead at the entrance of her puckered pink hole. "Heh heh, I doubt scum like you could last 5 minutes against my glorious ass!" she taunted. Whether or not he took it as a challenge, she didn't know. Nonon gritted her teeth and pushed back against his cock, feeling her asshole being spread incredibly wide. She hadn't felt this full in a long time. "Mmm, it's pretty big..." Nonon moaned. She wasn't a quitter, so she already began to move her hips against the boy, and made her asshole grip his cock as tight as she possibly could.  Already the cock was making sweet sweet love to her butt. Nonon personally preferred vaginal sex, but there was something about getting it up the butt that was so sexy and naughty to her. Nonon turned her head to look at the boy and noticed through his low, deep moans that he seemed to be glancing at her feet a bit too much to have not wanted something to do with them. Keeping it in mind, she decided to switch tracks hard enough to possibly cause whiplash. "OH YEAH FUCK ME, BIG BOY!" she screamed, shoving her ass back into his cock. Damn near a microsecond later, the no-star gripped her hips with an iron grip and pistoned in and out of her sensitive hole and the force of a thousand suns. The doors of Heaven themselves opened up to Nonon and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The student's cock was already well-lubed from their recent fuck so she was slightly worried about some dryness. Not anymore. Finally, the boy could have his way with her. SLAM, SLAM, the desk creaked and cracked under the force of their bodies. Incredibly loud smacks and moans from both parties filled the room. A haze hilled Nonon's head, if she had anything to say about using her ass for sex now, it was easily one of the best things she ever felt. Her dildo collection was definitely in for a rude awakening when she returned. The student wouldn't give her a moment to rest, he relentlessly rutted into her round ass. Nonon's knuckles turned white as she laid and took the rough, penis-shaped beating.  "Sososo big, oooh," she said, this time hoping that he had heard her. She felt so erotic at that moment. Her ass was so wet with the mixture of sweat and pre-cum. Even still the boy never broke his stride, aiming to shoot his seed deep into her asshole. The student moaned in a low voice, keeping up his furious pace of fucking Nonon to Hell and back. He even someone how picked up his pace, and as Nonon felt his cock begin to pulse deep in her ass, she knew the end was neat. The rhythm of consistent fucking was beginning to break her, but Nonon knew that she still had a job to do. She wasn't called a member of the Elite Four for nothing. Somehow, she pried that treasured cock from her well-fucked ass and whipped around to face him while sitting on the desk in one fell swoop. The student rushed forward to put his cock into her dripping ass but Nonon held him back with a finger. This moment is what she lived for. "Nono, stand there for me. Now," she commanded. With the first sign of revolt, he did what she told him to do. Although with some grumbling.  His cock stood at attention, slick from their sessions together. Nonon leaned back on the desk and motioned him to come closer. Aiming her feet she placed the cock in between them. "I'll admit, you did well today," she said as pumped the hard penis between her feet. He was thrusting his cock between her feet, desperate to climax. Nonon considered reprimanding him, but this part was her favorite. "Come on cum for me," she whispered. "Cum on the only place benefitting for someone like you." The student's cock twitched once, twice, three times until his cock erupted, splattering hot cum all over Nonon's waiting feet. The warm jizz ran down her foot and Nonon used her toes to rub it into her skin. If she were meaner, she'd probably command the boy to her lick her feet. Oh well, even some people deserved some leniency once in a while. She turned to the face the clock and her face split into a  wide smile. "4 minutes, 50 seconds!" she announced, "Better luck time, huh? Wanna try again?" Unbeknownst to the happy pair, Satsuki leaned back in her chair after witnessing such a scene from a surveillance room of sorts. Two fingers deep in her wet pussy, she climaxed harder than she ever had in her life. "Fuck," Satsuki panted, trying to calm herself down in futile. "That was hot." Of course, she had plans to get the pink vixen to talk to her about her antics in that classroom later. Alone.

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Chapter 1 - Ain't No Cock Like Pegasus Cock!

In the big, blue, wide-open sky a girl flew amongst the clouds. She gave her pegasus a much-needed time for him to stretch his glorious wings. Her long chestnut-colored hair ran through the piercing winds as her pegasus gallantly flew through it. Sumia's hand lovingly rubbed the back of the pegasus' neck. They glided through the air so effortlessly, if only she could just ride on his big, strong back day after day... No doubt the power that coursed through his veins and the muscles that rippled with every movement was from being so masterfully cared for and watched over. His coat was so sleek and shiny and Sumia could hear every strong flap of his powerful wings. She shook her head, the last place she needed to get sidetracked was this in the sky. Yes, her fondness for the beast would have to wait until they hit the ground. * * * Sumia guided her pegasus back to the stables and murmured wholly deserved compliments to him the whole time. She remembered the skill he showed when he landed on the ground. His hooves landed in the grass with nary a loud noise, showcasing his restraint. The more Sumia gazed at his perfect white mane the more she was convinced that this pegasus was special. If only she could convey it in some other way than whispers and head rubs... The moon was high in the sky as the pair walked back together. If nothing else, Sumia was sure Chrom would be okay with it if she'd said she'd been training or something.  *I'm sure most girls spend an extra few hours flying in the air anyway,* Sumia thought as the stable finally came into view. "Aw, but you like walking with me don't you?" she nuzzled the pegasus' neck. His scent was certainly different from what she was used to. He had a "gamier" smell that was infused with the strong sunlight he'd been exposed to earlier in the day. The animal snorted and jerked his head into Sumia as if to give her some affection in return. Sumia sighed happily, a kind horse was the best horse. With Sumia's arm around as much of the pegasus as she could they headed to the warmly lit stable. *Mmm!~* Sumia stopped dead in her tracks. Her companion turned back to her in confusion but all her attention was focused on the very alarming yet familiar voice that beat against her eardrums. She could hear a woman's voice leaking out of the cracked doors. *Why is someone in there this late?* Sumia couldn't think of anyone would who do any late-night training - with a pegasus anyway - so no one came to mind. She wanted to grab someone but Sumia knew she could hold her own against another girl. And....there was a scent. Sumia wasn't privy to what was going on in there exactly but she could feel an unmistakable blush rise to her cheeks. "A-actually, I better grab someone," she muttered, averting her eyes from the light. A gentle nudge to her house and the two were on their way until- "More!" That was, no doubt, a moan. Every molecule in Sumia's was screaming at her to leave but all of the very helpful context clues also screamed right back at her to take a look. *Just one look? *I'll look away quickly!* *It couldn't hurt.* Sumia guided her pegasus to the door and with a mix of fear and anticipation, pushed through. As if she was exposed to a bright spotlight, the scene before her eyes blinded her. 1. It was Cordelia. 2. She was naked. 3. She was on her knees. 4. Sh-she had a pegasus' large cock in her hand! Now, Sumia couldn't - and didn't want - to explain why her first thought was how small Cordelia's slick hand looked holding the absolutely huge stallion dick. Her heaving body already had stains smeared into her skin and Cordelia's crazed face shined with the effort she put in and loved every second of it. Sumia was frozen in shock and yet hypersensitive to the mare's heavy breaths that came next to her.  "Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" Sumia could feel her brain shortcircuit at such a lewd scene before her. The nerve of Cordelia, doing something as shameful as this when someone could easily walk in on her! *It's because she wanted to be caught!* Sumia wanted nothing more than those intrusive thoughts to stop. Cordelia smiled, "Just giving my ride his reward for the day, what's up?" She kept the light, teasing smile on her face. As if they were talking about the weather - all the while she fondled and rubbed the long cock. Sumia's embarrassment was through the roof but she wasn't running away screaming. So that must've counted for something. Wait, why would she want it to count?! "C-could you put your clothes on please?" she tried to shield her eyes but there was no denying the charms of Cordelia's own body despite the cock on the right. Cordelia's smile shifted to a lazy one. Her eyes were clouded from either desire or pleasure and Sumia didn't know if she wanted to find out. *I don't know..., I think wearing cum suits me more," she finally stood up and sauntered over to Sumia, "What do you think?" She wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into an unexpected kiss. Even if Sumia wanted to pull away there was surprising strength in the arms that were holding her tight. Cordelia pushed her tongue into Sumia's mouth and *slathered* her tongue in the cum that had been in her mouth. "?!" Sumia instinctively tried to pull away. Cordelia raised her hand from her back and put it on her cheek. Now Sumia could feel her wet hand cover her cheek in....something. She tried to move Cordelia's hand but she kept her there, locked in place. Their tongues danced - or, rather, Cordelia moved Sumia's - and a mixture of shock and spit made Sumia accept what was happening. Cordelia grew rougher. She pushed into Sumia's face and made it her mission to make the kiss as sloppy as possible. One hand across Sumia's back kept her in place while the other drifted to her ass. Their tongues danced together and she could hear nothing but the sound of the deep kiss that wrapped around them. "!" Sumia's hips jolted as Cordelia's hand stopped and slapped her ass. The sting pleasurably stung and the painful tickle made her pussy drip~ Sumia had never had experience with another woman before but this introduction wasn't bad at all. After a few more slaps and squeezes that Sumia's legs wobble, they broke apart with a thick line of spit connecting them. The trail quickly broke apart and hung down Cordelia's lips. Without missing a beat, Cordelia brought a long finger and gingerly trailed it up into her mouth. Sumia couldn't help but look away when Cordelia let the proof of their kiss run down the inside of her throat. "Mmm~" she licked her lips, "That's always my second favorite part," she said. Sumia could feel her blush run deep within her cheeks but she dared herself to ask "Wh-what's the first?"  Cordelia wore a foxlike grin on her face now, as if she caught a particularly juicy bit of prey. "C'mon, how do you think I got this cum on my face in the first place?"  Sumia's heart raced. She traced the wet spot on her cheek and the rush that invaded her pussy was unmistakable. Sure, she loved horses as much as the next girl, but to do *that* was... Not unthinkable. Steeling herself, Sumia asked the only question that was on her weakening mind, "Could you show me?" she said. The words left her now-sensitive lips and hung in the air. Cock was cock, sure, but there was something so deliciously naughty about the territory Sumia was ready to breach into. Cordelia smirked and pointed at her pegasus' undercarriage. "Kneel." Nothing in her body told Sumia to stop, nothing was screaming at her to turn right around, nothing at all. She was at peace with Cordelia telling her to get on her knees in front of an animal's cock. Not what she expected to do today, but sure. While she clumsily knelt next to the pegasus she felt a flash of jealousy as  Cordelia whispered in his ear. *She* should be the one lovingly prepping the pegasus she was about to fuck! The flash was all but forgotten immediately as the pegasus' sheath pulsed. At least, Sumia thought it did. "What are you saying to him?" asked Sumia. Cordelia waved her question aside. "Oh y'know, telling him what a *big* and *strong* pegasus he is. And how much you want to suck his dick." She said it so nonchalantly as if guzzling animal dick was just another normal day. Magic words or not, Cordelia's calm manner of speaking was washing over her and the steed. How long she had been buddy-buddy with her pegasus to be so comfortable at doing something like this was a mystery to Sumia. But...she wanted to learn. *twitch* "!!" Sumia stared, transfixed at the extending length. "Ooh, it looks like our friend wants to get acquainted with you, Sumia." Cordelia watched Sumia's indecisiveness with glee. There was no doubt to anyone in that room that a girl was going to lose her horse dick virginity. "I-I..." Sumia moistened her lips. "Aww!" Cordelia crouched down and playfully ruffled her hair, "Looks like someone needs some help!" Out of the corner of Sumia's eye, she could see her pegasus faithfully waiting near the entrance, waiting for her. A pulse of need throbbed - not unlike the dick in front of her - throughout her body. She *needed* to learn how to do this. Aware of another tomato-red blush flooding her cheeks, Sumia looked away. "Please teach me," her voice sounded weak to her own ears.  Cordelia grinned. "First thing's first," she said, "Remove your clothes. Sumia stayed on her knees rigidly. "Can we skip to step 2?" she asked. "Nope. 'Cause step 1 also involves me touching your pussy." Sumia's face went nuclear and she turned away faster than a Swordsman's swings during Astra.  "Thiiiink about it," Cordelia purred in her ear, "You'll be savoring your first time playing with an animal with clothes on and I'll be here all alone~" she pouted.  Trying feebly once again Sumia pointed to her pegasus. "W-well we both could just have a pegasus to ourselves." Cordelia looked disappointed at her choice of words. "I suppose I didn't make myself clear. I want *you* while you choke on that dick. Every shiver that runs across your body, every drip from your pussy, every moan from your mouth, I want to feel and hear it all." What was she supposed to say? Answer in an equally arousing way and definitely fail because Cordelia had no idea how much she was making her juices flow at that moment. "..." The words stayed unanswered longer than Sumia meant but she knew she'd never reject them. "Um, if you're gentle. I've never been with another girl before," she said. "Don't worry baby, all you'll need to worry about is how to handle the wave of pleasure that I'm going to drown you in," Cordelia answered. * * * And so, Sumia was kneeling naked in front of an aroused pegasus while Cordelia wrapped her arms around Sumia and let her touchy hands help themselves to her body. "Reach out! Touch it!" Cordelia whispered through the smattering of kisses she planted on the back of her lover's neck. As ready as Sumia was to cross the barrier some of her couldn't be any more aware of the beautiful girl that was wholeheartedly trying to make her good and comfortable. Cordelia's ample cleavage was pressed tightly against her bare back. They would occasionally slide up and down and give Sumia the best goosebumps ever because of it. "C'mon, don't keep him waiting. Don't you see how much you need this?" murmured Cordelia. And truer words were never spoken. "I-I don't want to disappoint," Sumia breathed, "Either of you..." Shoving the trepidation down her throat, Sumia reached over and placed a finger on the forbidden fruit. Silence. No reaction from the pegasus or Cordelia. "Ah!" A wet lick on her neck made her jolt. "Yum," Cordelia moaned, "If you taste this good already I can't even imagine what tongue deep in your pussy would be like."  Sumia scoffed but a large part of her enjoyed the attention. "Thank you. It makes doing this easier."  "Don't worry, it's your pleasure~" Cordelia said. Sumia scoffed again but she absentmindedly moved her hand to her breast - where Cordelia was rubbing - and gripped her hand. "Um, I think I'll give it a lick instead." She felt emboldened by Cordelia's support and before she could lose her never, stuck her tongue out and lightly trailed along the pegasus' growing flesh. The hot breaths on her back grow closer and ever so heavier.  Then, Sumia felt her own body start to move back and forth steadily. "Oh yes," Cordelia's lustful voice leaked out. It felt as though her hiss was coiling the two in an aphrodisiac that fueled their every move.  *Wait, is she masturbating*? The gentle rocking of their bodies and soft moaning behind her seemed to indicate so. By now both girls - and pussies - were sufficiently dripping arousal and Cordelia was probably just a lick away from orgasm, Sumia could feel it. Hell, even the pegasus would know of the tsunami brewing within her friend. Even though Sumia was pretty wrapped up in Cordelia there was no way she could forget her newest partner just yet! She licked the hung cock again and this time made sure to cover it in a good coat of saliva. If Sumia wasn’t giving the dick a good ol’ tongue bath, then what was the point? Ooh! Maybe she’d be able to make a cum bubble! “He’s, um,” Sumia felt frazzled, stuck between a rock and a soft place, “He’s tasty.” *Gluck* Gluck*  Wet-smacking noises were emanating from Sumia’s mouth now. The pegasus had been producing pre-cum this whole time but Sumia was focused on serving him finally. Even as her mouth began to tire from the thick pegasus dick she had to work through, she forged on with her tongue and hands as her weapons! Although Sumia did still feel a little embarrassed to admit how good and natural it felt to be in the middle of her two current favorite things in the world. Normal - or boring, rather - sex just couldn’t compare to this. *This* is what she always longed to do. To go flying with a powerful pegasus without a care in the world ...feeling the hot wind on her face… it was perfect. Doubly so now since she had a way to relieve her and her faithful companion’s needs at the end of the day. Sumia’s legs were quivering now. Her pussy begging to be touched...fingered ...rubbed. Just some way to cum! And then, as if on cue, she felt Cordelia’s wet hand drift to her dripping snatch. “Oh! It looks like someone prefers a little trim!” Cordelia's fingers brushed along the short brown hairs above her pussy. There wasn’t much but Sumia still felt self-conscious. “I didn’t think I’d be doing this today. I’m sorry.” Well, the frazzles certainly wasn’t letting up. Her words were ignored, however, as Cordelia simply gave a low whistle. “Beautiful,” she murmured, “You’re beautiful,” Cordelia traced alongside Sumia’s whole mound with delicate grace, teasing Sumia with every brush. Sumia’s head rolled back as she moaned her first true moan of the night. She even felt her butt clench as she ground her hips into Cordelia’s agonizingly slow hand. While the ‘beautiful’ comment did warm her from the top of their head to the bottom of their feet, she wanted to cum! “Hehe~” Cordelia snickered, “And just like that I see a brand-new side of Sumia.”  Gods, was this what her pitiful licks were like for the pegasus? Nothing but a damned tease that held no promise for more. A crying shame. Speaking of… Sumia was disappointing Cordelia’s pegasus right now. Unacceptable. If Sumia wanted to cum then she had better earn it. That’s how she read Cordelia’s teases. “C’mon buddy, you deserve some release before me,” Sumia leaned forward again and assumed her battle stations. “Such a strong, powerful pegasus…” Sumia sighed and put even more effort into jerking his massively pulsing rod off. Pre-cum and spit shined on her lips and hands just as it did for Cordelia. And Sumia never felt sexier at that moment. Cordelia was back to mumbling sweet nothings into her ear and steadily increased the pace of her fingering so Sumia could focus on pleasing the stallion. Mwah! The pop sound caused by Sumia’s lovely kisses on the side of the pegasus’ cock was intoxicating to her own ears. “How- How many mares have you impregnated big guy?” Sumia gasped for breath. She licked her lips, “How many did you fill to the brim huh? How much of your potent seed overfilled their cunts and fell to the ground??” She fiercely smacked her lips. “Gods! I wish I could’ve been there to clean up!” Those naughty words streamed out of her effortlessly…. Words no one would ever expect her to say… How perfect! A fat wad of pre-cum shot out of the pegasus’ flared cockhead and Sumia’s lips immediately went to the hole to make it squeaky clean! The best cleaner was her mouth and hands working in tandem! A little squeeze of the balls here, a long trace along his cock there, and sooner or later Sumia would - hopefully! - drown in thick, dizzying horse cum. She wanted to put her breasts to good use but it was too bad she had such a great rhythm going! *Enough is enough.* Sumia thought and shuffled her way to the tip of the penis and opened her mouth all the way to hopefully take a couple of inches. *Those* were the feelings she felt earlier in the day. She knew it! “Wider, Sumia, he’s a biiiig boy~,” Cordelia moaned sweetly in her ear.  “*And he only wants you*” It was too much. Too much. Sumia’s body recoiled as her pussy hit a critical point and rippled over and over on Cordelia’s slick fingers. Her eyes rolled into the back of her in a glorious orgasm. She could faintly feel Cordelia kissing and nuzzling alongside her back and neck while a supernova went off in her body. All of her pent-up desire finally squirted all over Cordelia’s hand and arm. Some of her pleasure even reached the cock! Oh, how erotic it was to see her excitement drip off what made a male a *male*.  Through her haze Sumia tried to throat some of the dick but as soon as her tender lip nearly wrapped around it a stream of boiling hot cum with the force of a firehouse gummed up her open mouth.  “Mmph?!” Startled, Sumia jerked her head back and watched in amazement as the pegasus’ cock jerked and throbbed all on its own, shooting out what seemed like an endless amount of cum. Sumia could barely swallow the thick batter but simply couldn’t get enough of the texture as it sloshed in her mouth. *So salty*, If her eyes were stars they’d be shining bright right now. “Haa… haa….” Cordelia panted needily behind her. A shock coursed through Sumia. She forgot to make her friend cum! Feeling bolder than ever before, Sumia twisted her body around and used what little strength she had left to move Cordelia from behind her to lay right under her beautifully. In perfect view of the now low-hanging pegasus dick. Cordelia was looking Sumia up and down lustfully. Her face was red and a finger was in her mouth. That unbelievably sexy pose only solidified Sumia’s choice to spread the long, pale legs in front of her and treat herself to some dessert. Sumia grabbed Cordelia’s ass and let her mouth do the talking. Sumia used her tongue to give the pussy a long lick from bottom to top, an act that brought joy to all of her taste buds. “Ooh, oh fuck,” moaned Cordelia. Sumia felt hands on her head as her face was wonderfully submerged in snatch. She dutifully lapped at the shaved pussy so any pre-cum Cordelia produced would most definitely be enjoyed.  Female arousal tasted different than Sumia would’ve guessed but delicious all the same. She’d darted her eyes to look at her lover’s face just in time to see her sexily brush her red hair out of her face and subconsciously tighten her legs around Sumia’s face. There was something about feeling Cordelia’s feet on her bare back with her legs locked in pleasure that was just indescribable to Sumia. She continued for another minute or so, loving every second she could swallow more and more of Cordelia’s sweet honey until she heard her moaning voice reach a pitch. In the same way, Sumia locked up and cummed, Cordelia’s orgasm hit Sumia like a tidal wave. Cordelia humped and ground against her face like a mad woman. She had a hand on her clit and basically drenched a thirsty Sumia in her love. Soon enough though her hips slowed and her frantic movements ceased. Sumia brushed her fingers against Cordelia’s red pussy, giving it small pecks while her face dripped. For her part, Cordelia didn’t seem at all embarrassed by the show she put on. “Fuck, holy shit,” she looked down at Sumia, stroking her brown hair affectionately, “ That was amazing. I didn’t know you could eat pussy.” Sumia blushed. “It’s not pegasus cum but I think I like being covered in, um, you.” Cordelia laughed. “Aw, you’re sweet. The last person I did that to thought it was disgusting,” she said.  Pouting, Sumia slithered up Cordelia’s body so they were face to face. “You can squirt on me anytime you want!!” Her eyes flashed with fierce determination. And with that, that sealed it with a deep kiss. Despite everything that had just happened Sumia’s mind went blank from something as lighthearted and tame as a kiss. Go figure.  They pulled apart, “Say, you ready for round two?” Cordelia asked, “We’ve still got a few hours until daybreak.”  Sumia gasped, she’d forgotten about her pegasus! She leaped up and raced over to her unmoved steed. “Whaddya say, boy?!” Her pupils damn near hearts, “Wanna serve two gorgeous girls a treat?” The pegasus snorted.

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Chapter 1 - Lara Croft: Poon Raider

Have you ever had an erection so hard that the sheer power of it formed a wall around every other thought that tried to penetrate your brain? That was the incredibly aggravating situation Lara Croft was in right now. Her erection protruded angrily in her short shorts while she tried to stay focused on her task while the moon hung high above her head. She’d been running away from cultists or whatever the fuck all day and her first chance to rest is being used to set up a very small camp for herself. The only thing Lara wanted to do now found a nice patch of grass and sleep ‘till morning but the bright moon shined on mockingly.  “Yeah, yeah...shine while I have an empty stomach and full balls. Perfect.” She angrily threw more logs into the campfire, which was now finally set up. Lara groaned in hunger and, what, horniess? It was just her luck to have lost all her food beforehand. The decision to brave the night or go hunting hung over her heavily. Although, speaking of hung…. There was no way in hell she’d be able to concentrate on hunting if her cock was gonna’ constantly pulse out pre-cum. Since her makeshift camp was finished Lara ripped her shorts off and leaned against a tree that stood near the bonfire. Nothing but me and a crackling fire. Two testicles hung low from her body. The heaving balls swirled and were filled to the brim with aching girlcum, Lara just knew it. Fuck, if she didn’t adore pussy she’d fellate herself every waking moment if she could. Yep, there was nothing better than a pretty pink slit she could dive cock, finger, or tongue into. She’d hold her partner down dominantly and watch their pussy get redder and redder and their own slick emission run down their ass making Lara’s whole being radiate with need.  Lara pinched and gently scratched her testes. It felt so good to coax her cum to the tip through pain. Every painful jolt reverberated throughout her dick. Her favorite way to warm herself up was to race her fingernails alongside her length. She’d watch and feel it harden in hand, growing and growing and her heartbeat would quicken alongside it~ Her pale cock was the crown jewel of her body. The veins that popped grotesquely against her foreskin mesmerized Lara. Although she could’ve eaten a horse right then, a very long day of no sexual release consumed her even more. First cum, then eat. The swollen purple cockhead oozed pre like snot to a runny nose. ...Gross analogy aside, Lara could already feel the remnants of an orgasm growing in her balls. It was a damned shame she didn’t have her trusty fleshlight on her. The cumshot she could achieve with it would arc so many times in the air~ Lara lifted her shirt just above her ample cleavage and placed a hand on her braless chest. The dark woods around her swam in her vision as Lara lost herself in her own sexy body. She pinched and rolled over her erect nipple, alternating between her breasts. Her mouth hung open slightly as her rapidly slickening hand jerked with a death grip on her cock. Man, she could even see the normally clear fluid turning whiter and whiter. Her dick throbbed. She was so close. It shined an angry red in the moonlight. The sloppy head was a joy for Lara to run her fingertips over to occasionally taste herself.  Lara could feel it. The yearning deep within her loins. There was no mistake. Her toes curled lewdly within her shoes, she was about to cum! Her rapid breathing ran ragged as her clenched fist pumped away with a long stream of pre-cum glistened on her knuckles. Lost in her own little world, surely nothing would stop one of the most body-wracking orgasms of her li- “Grrrrr” Lara froze like a deer caught in the headlights, her womanhood proudly stuck straight up in the cool air. No way a goddamned wolf made that noise, she thought to herself. Half of her was tempted to just keep masturbating and hump the air but, unfortunately, Lara quite liked to live. Gritting her teeth, her eyes slowly scanned the small campground looking for anything that could somehow be deemed more important than her blueing sac. As if that was possible. Her hand still moved up and down slowly and everything seemed okay until Lara’s eyes fell on a large wolf. The fire was large enough that Lara could clearly make out what the wolf looked like. A gorgeous white coat that even in her lust-hazed mind Lara could appreciate as beautiful. It seemed to zero in on her, an almost-naked woman. Human and animal locked eyes and Lara felt unsure of what to do. On one hand, the animal might attack. The other, of course, held her cock. Lust bled into Lara’s brain like poison. She needed release soon and standing there without jackhammering her cock wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Decided, Lara restarted her frantic pace. The wolf growled again but the last feeling she had at that moment was fear. Futanari were thankfully stronger than most so a pissed-off Lara felt confident in her ability to defend herself should the wolf attack her. Even though her gun was stupidly next to her sleeping bag Lara had no intention to kill the animal. God only knows how much of a boner-killer a corpse would make. While Lara still jerked herself off, trying to reach the high she had achieved before, the session was quickly being ruined as the damn wolf was doing nothing else but watching her. Yeah, try anything and you’re gonna get what’s coming, thought Lara darkly. Her temper was slowly but surely growing. Her head and cock were twinnings that day it seemed as if an angry vein pulsed on her forehead. Although, it didn’t look like the wolf was about to attack her or anything. But, as the word “wild” implied, it lunged at the futa the microsecond her eyes shifted away. Awoooool! The wolf was nothing but a streak of white teeth as it bounded toward Lara. Its snarling face must’ve bested many before her but there was no way Lara was going to die with her pants down unless it was a heart attack after cumming in some bitch’s pussy. Ready for it, Lara easily sidestepped the bolting animal. Enough time to spare that her gloriously throbbing appendage could stand out and proud, not tucked between her legs like some sort of coward. The wolf looked confused for a moment. Not having a tasty human to eat when you expected to seemed to do that. The vein on Lara’s head felt ready to burst. “Ohh, so you thought I’d be easy prey, huh? You little shit!” Now it was her turn to lunge at the wolf, tackling it from its side with all of her might. The pair fell onto the dirty ground and tousled for a moment. Lara’s cock unabashedly poked and prodded the wolf with every roll and tumble they had. The very first fucking thing Lara noticed was that the wolf had no penis, but a vagina. “Oh. No cock. How interesting~” Her cock pulsed. The wolf howled low and struggled against Lara’s taught body. Her small but respectable muscles bulged while they kept the cunt in place. Lara’s pre-cum and dirt-stained the she-wolf's once-gorgeous fur. Heh, Lara might’ve felt sorry for it if she wasn’t so dead set on ruining her erection. Or, rather, she was saving it at this point. They struggled for dominance until Lara finally collapsed on top of the animal, her sweaty body about to claim her prize. “Aw, what’s wrong baby?” Lara held an iron grip on her muzzle,” Can’t call for help? Can’t attack the person that was clearly minding her own fucking business?!” The wolf’s returning pitiful whines only strengthened Lara’s resolve to get what was rightfully hers. “Pathetic,” she hissed into the wolf’s ear. “To roll up on me like you’re an alpha coming for your prey. No no no ...we'll see who’s the alpha after this.” As fate would have it, Lara had her new “friend” pinned in a doggy style! Perfect. Lara pushed her legs together more so their crotches lay perfectly against one another. While Lara had lain with many men and women before, this was her first time with an animal. The rational part of Lara’s brain that was telling her to stop had shut up ever since the piece of meat underneath her interrupted her. Using her free hand, Lara reached down and fondled her partner’s pussy roughly to get her into the mood whether she liked it or not. By the end of the night Lara’s cock *will* have met some pussy, so help her. The wolf struggled again but Lara wasn’t going to have any of it. Her fingers brushed along the outer folds of her pussy and relished the fact that she’ll indeed have a not-so-willing cumdump to unload all of her pent-up, boiling better into. Lara shivered, “Mmm, just imagine how nice it’s going to feel baby. All of my sperm leaking out of your pussy, your fur a mess~” By this point, Lara’s fuse was understandably very short, and since she could literally feel the heat coming off of the snatch she didn’t want to waste much more time trying to make her entrance slick enough for the both of them. Once or twice her cock would rub up against the wolf’s pussy and Lara could feel her mouth water and body melt at the prospect of taming another pussy. Not much longer now Lara’s flicked the wolf’s clit and plunged two fingers into her pussy. The honey that drenched her hand was proof that she was ready to be mated. The whole time she was being teased Lara could swear she could feel her balls swell uncomfortably.  “Here goes nothing!” And without further ado, Lara plunged half of her steaming rod into the wolf’s dripping pussy. Lara and the wolf’s bodies both arched erotically as if hit by a cattle prod. It felt like her brain was being rewired to give anything and everything to the mangy mutt’s pussy before she came! She didn’t care how the wolf was adjusting to its first taste of thick human cock as Lara’s hips moved on their own and damn near the same pace it had been minutes ago.  The only sound Lara could hear as her body was bent over completely on the wolf was the slick sound of their private meeting. Wet pussy juice was constantly stimulated by her big, juicy cock, and as much as Lara wanted to look at them the second best part was just *hearing* how happy their crotches were. Remnants of the wolf’s pussy juice were already building up on her own legs, no doubt there was a short amount of time before the tasty honey would be running down her thighs~ Lara moved at a brutal pace, barely making sure to keep her hand tight on the wolf’s muzzle in tandem with her thrusts. One small part of her wondered what the wolf felt at that moment. Mouth closed so she couldn’t say a word, pussy in rippling pleasure by some human she’d just met. What a slut! Lara’s smirked and put her hand down to their special area instead, gathering as much of the cum that fell from their sweating bodies. It didn’t take long for her hand to get covered in the delicious fluid. Instead of tasting it Lara patted and rubbed the wolf’s head wherever she could, covering it in their mess. “Just,” she panted, “Marking my territory,” she gritted her teeth, “You must know how this goes right?” The wolf gave a feeble cry but Lara just kept going. Her long hair kept getting in her face as her animalistic urges overtook her. The hard humps she gave the wolf just wouldn’t stop. It even surprised her how much a day could make a futa’s genitals go into overdrive if you didn’t touch them.  “Unnn~” she allowed herself one moan, toes curling not unlike what happened earlier. Her hips slammed into the wolf again and again. Lara’s body and breasts *constantly* rubbing into the wolf’s dirty fur made her feel so naughty. It felt like she had the whole forest at her disposal. She could tame any beast and make them her whining, personal cumdump just like the bitch below her. Her face sank into the wolf’s neck, losing herself in the pleasure. For as long as they’d been fucking Lara still felt no need to orgasm, which was odd. As fun as breeding a bitch in doggy would’ve been she could feel herself growing bored with the position. So, instead, Lara exited her partner for one brief yet very cold moment and flipped her onto her back. Lara’s prowess at keeping her hand on the muzzle should net her some awards, Jesus. It was annoying keeping her hand there but the last thing she wanted to deal with out in here was a missing hand. Now in missionary, Lara could gaze at her lover fully in the face. Their bodies were still microinches apart but Lara loved that. By now her legs were definitely getting coated in the pair’s excitement and didn’t want the feeling to ever end. Heck, maybe from now on Lara would purposely edge just to have 10/10 experiences like this every day! Well, probably not.But still! The wolf’s eyes read acceptance or fear over what was being done to her and Lara really, really loved that. One of Earth’s mightiest predators was brought down in seconds by a girl with a cock, she thought gleefully. Her cock was surely enjoying the elongated time fucking too. She could hear the mass of meat constantly throbbing and pulsing whatever pre was in her anymore, if any. At this point, the fluid that came out must’ve been pure sperm. If only… “How does that sound baby?” she gasped to the wolf, “Being filled to the brim and having to give birth to some human-wolf babies? Being forced to bear my children? Doesn’t that sound like a delight?!” she said deliriously. Lara used the ground and her feet to her advantage to kind of “propel” herself into the wolf with nothing more than the desire to dick her down good and hard. To make her hers. “No animal dick could POSSIBLY compare to this huh?” she licked her lips, “No knot, but who needs that when I out-cum those useless wolves anyway!”  Oh god. The wet slapping. It was music to her years.  slap slap There was nothing better! Lara could stare into the wolf’s eyes while *knowing* that something so heinous and disgusting to other people was going on just below them. She was drunk on a tight animal pussy!  “Considering how wet you are, you must be enjoying this too!” The wolf’s eyes now had a heavily-lidded look to them and Lara adored that. A primal beast being brought down to nothing. Absolutely nothing more than a recipient for dick. Not even the blondest of bimbos could break Lara away from her partner right now. Lara moved her arm and wrapped it around the wolf’s body for a more personal fuck. She was nearing her orgasm and wanted to make the moment count! It felt like a light had been lit under her balls, lighting her entire being on fire. She could feel them getting closer to her body for the ultimate release into her bitch. Lara’s eyes flickered upward lewdly. This is going to be good. Her mouth now fully hung open and drool fell onto the wolf. She rutted into her without a care in the world, her hips a blur. Fuck, at this point she was probably moving the wolf just from the power that was in her body.  “YES!”  And “YES!” Now“YES!” Her “YES!” Bitch “YES!” Was “YES!” HERS “YESSSSS!” Lara’s eyes rolled into her head as she conquered the beast that held the key to her orgasm all along. The wolf howled out as she felt her pussy being overloaded with thick, hot - boiling hot - semen.If there was anything the bitch could relate to, it was having a hot cunt filled with dripping spunk. …Howled? With a jolt, Lara realized she had let go of the wolf’s muzzle. She reached to grab it again but the wolf actually *nuzzled* her hand. Maybe it was time for Lara to just fuck her enemies into submission? A cock that shot semen was better than any gun! “Ha...ha…. Oh my god.” Lara felt completely drained from this encounter. Which made sense since she probably shot a third of her body weight into the wolf. She sat up on her knees and looked down at deflating cock, which was still in the wolf’s pussy. Both were red raw from the hard fucking but Lara was mesmerized by the cum and bubbles that surrounded their genitals and everything else, including the ground. She fell backward onto her ass, strength rapidly leaving her and the reality of the situation gripped her. I just fucked an animal!  But nobody saw… I just fucked an animal! It felt really good! I JUST FUCKED AN ANIMAL! The wolf stood up very shakily and nuzzled her face one more time before shuffling off into the woods, her pussy streaming semen onto the ground the entire time. But before dwelling on those thoughts any longer, the need to sleep trumped all. Lara staggered over to her sleeping bag and fell asleep. One Week Later Lara Croft exited the shower with a blissful smile on her face. Finally out of that hellish forest and back with human civilization. There was nothing better to her than masturbating while hot water ran over her body. She’d recounted her story - aside from one special part - to her friends time and time again and they couldn’t believe what she had done and put up with. A perfectly pristine bathroom and fresh food every day was reward enough for what she had done. Leaving the bathroom without a care in the world, Lara’s blood ran cold as the same white wolf stood on the hotel bed. How the hell? Her eyes found the window. Open. Figures. But how did it find her? But before she could even begin to think about that, the whole surprised her immensely by turning around with her tail in the air.  A pink pussy greeted her, light shining on the pre-cum that was already on her folds. Head down, ass high in the air, it was clear what she wanted. Lara’s fluffy black bathrobe showed a huge tent in them. Only one question came to her mind. Round two?

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Chapter 1 - Angua Meets Gavin.

This is the Discworld. A large round flat disc, resting on the back of four elephants, which in turn stands on the shell of great A'Tuin, the world turtle. Our story begins near the central hub of the disc, known as the Ramtops, which are crowned by Cori Celesti, the Seat of the gods. In Überwald, a forest often known for it's inhabitants, namely Vampires and werewolves. Our story focuses on the later.Angua Von Überwald woke up, she groaned and got out of bed, and proceeded with her usual routine, before walking down the empty halls of the castle, joining her family at the morning table in the large Dining room. Her father Guye, Mother Serafina, Her brothers Wolfgang and Andrei, Who is a yannok, would be eating from a bowl on the floor. and her sister Elsa, who were stuck in human form. The Breakfast proceeded, in Überwald terms, peacefully. Angua decided to leave the castle, unable to stand her brother Wolfgang. She went through a walk in the ancient Überwald forests, at one point, reaching a cliff, overlooking a valley, she decided to stay here for a while, lying down on a patch of moss and rested. Unaware that eyes were watching her. It was a large black wolf, known as Gavin. Not because his name -was- Gavin, but because he once ate a man called Gavin, or atleast enough of him to stop him from laying down wolf traps. Gavin stalked the outskirts of the clearing, fixed on the woman in front of him, A werewolf. He, like any other wolf, hated werewolves, and this one was alone, and had fallen asleep, easy pray, and the world would be better of for it.  Angua opened her eyes, she felt a slight burning sensation between her legs, and she felt feverish, unable to understand what was happening to her, she rolled over and sighed, but the sensation continues, growing stronger, the burning in her loins tenfold, her her breasts began to feel erect as well, she panted pathetically. What was happening to her? She had never experienced anything like this. She decided to undress, hoping that the cold air would help, but the sensation continued to grow, spreading warmth through her body, she whimpered again, unconsciously bringing her hand down between her legs, with closed eyes, she rubbed her clit, moaning, her fingers dug into her sex, stroking along the walls, spreading her open, It helped, but not much, she needed more. She pushed her fingers deep inside herself, pulling them out just as eagerly, building up a rhythm, lying on her back no, panting into the sky, one hand squeezed and teased her breasts, while the other eagerly delved into her sex. He stalked closer, inhaling the air, the scent of werewolf thick indeed, although there were something else, the scent of female in heat. She had not noticed him yet, even as he stood right besides her, her eyes closed, lost in her ecstasy, he sniffed again, she smelled strongly of pheromones, and his instincts kicked in, she was a werewolf, but a female one, in heat. She rolled over, lying on her front, which her ass high in the air, juiced running down her legs as she continued to finger herself, panting now. He sniffed at her ass, growling as he let his tongue flick across her bare ass.  Angua stopped and opened her eyes, looking behind her, she saw the large furred creature. She was certainly doomed for now, wolfs never took kindly to werewolves, yet.. he hesitated, why did he hesitate?  The wolf licked her again, causing Angua to utter a low moan, She was defiantly in heat, and he could not fight instincts anymore, he leapt on her back, and attempted to hilt her, Angua, not expecting this, attempted to push him off, but a warning growl had her lay down passively, he found her sex, and with a growl he pushed inside. Angua's loins were on fire already, now the were a inferno, the wolfcock speared her like her fingers would never, and as the wolf begin rutting her roughly, she moaned put loudly, she loved it, this was exactly what she needed.  Already moaning and panting like the bitch in heat she is. Gavin pumped into her eager cunt furiously, lost completely to his instincts. And so was Angua, So lost infact, that she unwillingly started to transform, her blonde hair started cowering her entire body, and she grew a more canine physique, Gavin didn't seem to care, the only change he could feel ,was her tunnel getting tighter around his throbbing hard Canine cock, and he didn't mind this one bit, it only encourage him to mate her even deeper and harder, and he did, Angua had to dig her claws into the ground, just to keep herself from flying forward has he hammered into her backside. Pants and whimpers escaped her muzzle as Gavin finally pushed his large knot deep within her, and it began to swell, knotting them together firmly. Then with a victorious howl, surely to be heard in all of Überwald, to Angua's misfortune, he started to fill her with his wolfen seed, jet after jet was pumped into her canine body, and it seemed endless, it over flooded and started to run back out, pooling on the ground. Eventually the stream slowed down to a halt, and Gavin fell panting and exhausted on her back, waiting for his knot to shrink enough that he could pull out, Angua had collapsed as well, experiencing a mind blowing orgasm. As Gavin pulled out, a waterfall of cum would gush out, he'd rub his head against hers, once, before he left her, stalking back into the forest. Angua laid there for what felt like hours, eventually returning to her human shape, she got up, and found the nearest river, where she cleaned up and went home to the Castle. But it would not be the last time she stalked back into the forest, She happened to do this quite a lot, whenever her cycle demanded it, and every time, Gavin was there to please her, slowly, after several meetings, an unbreakable bond had formed.

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Chapter 1 - Lissa

Crickets chirped in the summer night as a lone tactician had dozed off scouring many countless texts again and again. Robin was working tirelessly to formulate a master plan worthy of Chrom’s army against Mad King Gangrel.  Their personal band of fighters was small but growing. There wasn’t much he could do except hope his plans would work out in the end. His own tent was also small but cozy. Waking up in a field of all things made sure he kept his priorities in check. The luxury of a single bed was enough for him. Robin’s eyes blurred over the small black letters on the page. He wasn’t even close to finishing as much as he wanted but analyzing that text any longer was going to make him pass out. With a weary sigh, he closed the book and turned the lamp off. Oddly enough, he was suddenly reminded of the time he used Fire tome as a source of light and nearly burned the whole camp down. Miriel was the only one trusted to use Fire and Thunder for weeks… Damn near stumbling, Robin headed to his room where Lissa had already laid down to sleep. The night was darker than the most nefarious of mages as Robin sat down on the bed to relax next to his recently-wed wife. The stars were his only source of light as he undressed. The quiet around the two of them wasn’t anything he’d change for the world. Stripping down to his undergarments, Robin laid down in the comfy bed. Even as he relaxed there, weary from the reading, more and more plans formulated in his head. He didn’t want to let Chrom or Lissa or anyone else down, of course. Suddenly, Robin felt a weight on his arm. Assuming it to be Lissa, he reached his free arm over to caress her. The most peculiar feeling returned to him instead. It didn’t feel like the warm hand he was used to. Instead, a slippery or even slimy texture came to him. “What in blazes…” Robin turned his head, only to be face to face with a frog. “Ribbit” The frog croaked.  “ARRRRGH!” Robin yelled and scrambled out of bed faster than a Swordmaster that had Rally Speed used on them. The frog would’ve soared across the room if Lissa hadn’t caught it in time. As always, the peaceful and tranquil silence was broken by his childish wife.  He and Lissa had only been married for a short time now and she already turned her pranks up to eleven.  “Ugh… why did I say you could prank me again?” Robin groaned, rubbing his temples. The whole time his freakout happened, Lissa had been doubled over in hysterical laughter and a tirade of snorts filled the tent. “I-I-In a second, R-Robin.” she gasped for air, her face red. The croaking of the frog and Lissa’s snorts combined for such a perfect maelstrom of Hell that Robin was dead sure that the army was about to come bursting in to be the “Heaven” that quenched it. ...Or something like that, Robin was sure he was delirious from the lack of rest. Through her joyful tears of laughter, she seemed to zero in on Robin’s face. “Heehee!” she giggled, “You did that rubbery thing with your face again!” After another minute or so, Lissa finally calmed down and released the frog outside. Robin could’ve sworn it was rushing outside to taste freedom against the clutches of the blonde devil. “Are you mad at me?” Lissa asked as Robin sat on the bed with a sigh. “Well, I wouldn’t say a joke was what I needed right then,” said Robin. “You’re going to give me a fear of frogs at this rate.” “Aww, I know what’ll cheer you RIGHT up!” she said, who positively channeling Nowi’s energeticness to be this awake this late at night. She strolled over to Robin and positioned herself behind his back. She reached over and placed a surprisingly strong grip on his shoulders. Without any protest from him, she began one of her tent-famous shoulder rubs.  Leaning over, she put her lips to Robin’s ear.  “The beeeest part about being your wife is that I do this special apology whenever. I. Want.” She whispered as she massaged his tense shoulders. Each syllable in her words made for an admittedly satisfied grunt from Robin. She hadn’t given him many rubs so far, but her skill was already reaching a masterful level. “R-right… but, Lissa, I’m pretty tired so the bed might give me an even better massage.” Robin said. Lissa laughed. “Oh, please! Your body is already begging for more Lissa lovin’!” She redoubled her efforts on his back and shoulders. There wasn’t much rebuttal in his voice as Robin would be the first to admit that this felt really damn good. “There, there…” Lissa cooed in his ear. “You’re the only one allowed to have these special moments with me. Doesn’t it feel good?” The only feeling Robin was getting was rapidly moving down into his pants.  Lissa wrapped her arms around Robin and continued with the massage for a few more minutes. Soon, the quiet overtook the tent once more. Robin’s own thoughts were quickly becoming mush even as Lissa doing nothing more than holding on to his body, it was enough to make him think of only one thing: her. “Let me show you how sorry I really am.” Lissa murmured and snaked herself around and into a sitting position on his lap. Facing him, Lissa gave a small moan as she began to slowly grind on her husband’s obvious protrusion. “Aww it looks like someone isn’t ready to sleep yet!” she giggled and pushed her nightgown-clad body against his own. Robin, for his part, was simply putty in his wife’s hands. He felt a greater sense of need that needed to be quenched after Lissa held him tight. He stood up with Lissa still wrapped around him like and bow and laid her down gently on the bed. “Woah! You’re eager to move things along tonight!” Lissa’s cheeks were already blushing crimson, to Robin’s delight. “Who needs sleep when I’m blessed enough to have a wife as gorgeous as you all to myself every night?”  Lissa squirmed under his intense gaze. “Jeez, you can be quite the charmer when you want to be.” Her body was already showing signs of arousal, to Robin’s further delight. With no bra on to speak of, two light pink nipples stood up proudly against the skin-tight fabric of her nightgown. Further down, a clear wet patch from where she grinded had formed. A few shakes of Lissa’s hips in that position were better than Olivia’s best dances. Robin lowered himself and pressed his lips against Lissa’s feverish-feeling own. It felt like they were on their way to their own exclusive Outrealm, oblivious to the outside world.  Robin pulled away from Lissa, who made a little sigh as they separated. “They just keep getting better and better…” she breathed out. He reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head. Time and time again Robin’s breath would catch in his throat as he gazed at his wife’s beautiful body.  Her skin was a pale white that shined in the moonlight. As it comes with being in an army, she showed off some nice muscle too. Her stomach was toning up with a cute belly button and to cap it all of was her nipples. Robin thought they needed a little attention too. “Lissa,” he said softly. He planted his lips on her breast, electing another soft moan from her. He could feel his own cheeks firing up as he devoted himself to her ample chest. Robin nibbled on her nip for a moment before rolling it around with his tongue, a personal favorite of his. There was nothing more arousing to him than playing with her boobs. Lissa let loose another low groan as felt up her other tit with his free hand. Slowly but surely her sweet voice climbed higher and higher as he continued playing with her. He felt a distinct sense of pride knowing he was the cause of her flushed skin and sweet moans. He pulled back and she shivered with a mixture of sweat and his spit on her skin. “Jeez, you looking me over this much is embarrassing even for me y’know.” whined Lissa.  Robin chuckled, “I know, that’s why I keep doing it.” Finally, the time had come for him to begin the main course. He sat up and unceremoniously took Lissa’s panties off. Her pussy shown with wetness that positively begged to be lapped up. Who else but himself would be perfect for this job? Robin lowered his head to savor Lissa’s taste, something he adored above all else. Her clit was standing at attention as he gave his full concentration to it, now that her breasts were pleased. He peppered her second pair of lips with kisses, feeling the lower half of her body jerk with joy. “Ngh… Robiiiin!” Lissa moaned and ran her hands through his hair and grabbed ahold of it pretty sexily in his opinion. Robin licked his lips and attacked away at Lissa’s bud with what felt like an Astra. Good thing he had Tonguefaire equipped of course. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and her walls lovingly clamped down on them as more juices escaped from her. Robin didn’t think he was a master servicing Lissa or anything, but the sweet moans that filled the tent as her body jerked and twisted made him feel like he was. Back and forth his fingers went as his mouth did all the talking and quenched her burning pussy. Lissa desperately thrusting her hips upward to match the speed of his skilled tongue and fingers.  Her sweet voice was the only noise Robin registered in the warm night. “O-ohh, I’m getting close.” Lissa’s legs tightened around Robin and her grip on his head was near rock solid.  Feeling adventurous, Robin brought a finger and gently prodded Lissa’s other secret place. “Robiiin!” whined Lissa, her orgasmic enlightenment halted for a moment, “You know I’m ready for that end yet!” A moment too perfect to lose, Robin looked up at his darling wife with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “Gotcha,” he laughed, “That was payback for the frog!” Before Lissa could respond however, he quickly redoubled his efforts to make her cum. “Ngh, you jerk…” Her pants and groans returned, the previous moment forgotten. Robin’s mouth and hand working together in harmony to reach the same end. Higher and higher Lissa’s moans soared. There was honestly nothing more arousing to Robin than to hear someone he loved so much respond as sexily as this to his efforts.  Lissa’s breath hitched in her throat. “YEES!” she squealed in pleasure. Her hips rocked back and forth as a wave of juices damn near covered Robin’s whole face. Her breath came in short gasps as she cooled down from her intense orgasm and Robin continued to pump and lick her pussy. “Hah, hah.” Lissa’s chest heaved with every breath as she fell from her high. The intensity of her orgasm made her skin as red as a Valflame.  Robin sat up, savoring the taste of his reward on his face as wife looked at him with dreamy eyes. “It just keeps getting better,” she said, a satisfied smile on her face. “Now, I think it’s about time I calmed down that awfully big bulge in your pants~” Robin’s tongue and Lissa attained support level S+

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Chapter 1 - STRAY x SLUT

"Tharja, are you sure this is going to work?" Olivia asked her nervously. It was Halloween night and all she wanted was something simple that loosened her nerves. "Well if you want to die "by accident" I could send you over to Henry to do this instead," she grumbled darkly. Olivia gave a squeak of terror and sat silently while the dark mage worked.  It wasn't her fault she wanted to lose her inhibitions for a night for once. A Halloween where she didn't skirt around in fear would be a welcome one indeed. Laughing and having fun with the others tonight...it was all she wanted. Maybe if she enjoyed it she'll beg Tharja to make it permanent!  "I should be should be seeing what my beloved Robin has dressed up as right now," Tharja muttered, "Instead I'm helping out a scaredy-cat. Great." "Th-thanks again!" The last thing she wanted was being bailed out on. The moon was already high in the sky by this point so the Ylisseans were definitely having fun out in the streets or at parties and whatnot. "Chrom is holding a party for the army so that'll be the perfect place for me to show off!" said Olivia. Tharja nodded absently and wiped her sweat-soaked brow. "Alright, I think this is it," she passed a bubbling red rocket-colored concoction to Olivia. "Drink up." Olivia gingerly held the glass in her hands and took a precarious sniff at the steaming liquid.  "Huh?" The smell wasn't bad, no... but it caused a powerful jolt in Olivia's body that she was unfamiliar with.  "B-bottoms up," she failed what she considered to be a winning smile but glugged the surprisingly thick liquid down in one shot. "Mmm!" Her body flooded with warmth and taste buds danced at the cherry flavor. As deceptive as the drink looked, there denying its delicious taste! But. "I don't feel any different," she said. The very idea of going out in front of the city terrified her. Tharja shrugged, "It probably takes a but for it to take effect. Give it some time." And with that, she kicked her out of the tent before she could even say thank you. The cold night didn't help her shakiness, especially since she was wearing her normal dancer attire.  "'Your costume is already perfect' they said," she groaned, "'Just wear what you already have' they said..." Tharja's tent was a little way off from everyone else and Olivia was already imagining herself in her quarters with a nice, big blanket. Her breath showed in the cold air as she walked. Good thing she was used to dancing in whatever temperature they needed her in, rain or shine.  The streets were illuminated at least but there were far fewer people out and about than Olivia would've guessed or wanted. This night might've scared her, but being alone in the dark scared her even more. "I should've just waited outside her tent," she groaned again. Tharja would've been annoyed but at least she wouldn't be out here alone. "Hm?" Off to her left and at the beginning of some alleyway, Olivia noticed a stray walking on its lonesome. "It looks awfully hungry," she said. She walked over to it and to her great surprise the dog took a liking to her immediately. The dog whined and pawed at her ankles. "Aw, you want some attention?" she cooed, "Poor thing." It was as tall as her knees and despite it being a stray its muscles still looked taut and strong. Olivia kneeled down and patted the dog's head. It affectionately rubbed against her soft hand and touch. "Aw you've just been lonely too huh buddy?" Olivia didn't normally interact with dog but this one tugged at her heartstrings. She was even already forgetting about the cold night that had so brutally enveloped her before. In fact, she was heating up! "Ooh yeah, you're just a sweetie pie aren't you?" she moved her hands and rubbed the dog's sides in tandem with the headpats. No doubt the stray was finally enjoying the love Olivia was pushing onto it.  It rolled over onto its back with clear adoration in its eyes. "You want belly ru- oh!" The stray was, in fact, clearly a male dog. Underneath his deep black fur was a red-purple cock just coming out of its sheath. Olivia's heart did the same pulse she felt earlier when she drank Tharja's concoction. More like concocktion thought Olivia, licking her lips. "Mm, what a gentleman you are! Allowing a lady to become acquainted before you take it out!" Whatever it was made with, the effect of the potion was becumming apparent to Olivia. IF only she could dance for the poor stray. Most men came in their pants because of a single dance from her. Obviously a tacdick like that wasn't going to work. "I still have three holes I can give you, my sweetie pie. ♥"  Olivia didn't want to waste any precious time with a pathetic handjob to get the dog off. No, even though her small hand would look adorable holding such a large piece of cockmeat she needed to use a tight, wet, hole. Surely a cock would really loosen her up for the rest of the night!  The street was still dead to the world aside from Olivia and her new furry friend, who was perfectly happy letting his new pal steel herself with what she was about to do. Olivia lowered her face to the growing dogock ad inhaled deeply, making sure to pant and drool over it like a good bitch would. There was no scent of pre-cum yet to her disappointment. The sheer muskiness of what her senses devoured more than made up for it though. "Oh yesss," she breathed in and out, taking it all in, "You're just perfect for me tonight boy!" His manliness was making Olivia go crazy and she hadn't even started sucking yet! It was very rude of her of course, gobbling down the beast's aroma without even a single show of gratitude.  Yet. Olivia stuck her dripping tongue out and gave the dog's cock a looong lick. From base to tip, it left a long line of saliva from her mouth. Nothing less than what he deserved. Like a blast of Thoron into a large body of water, that lick shocked Olivia to the core. Good thing she was Limit Broken right now, that lick might've dropped her HP to zero! The only points being dropped now was the stray's PP. 'Cause it was full of blood. Courtesy of his big and delicious, cock-swelling balls.  ...Or something. It didn't matter to Olivia, she was horny! "After you lick your master's shaft, you must shower it with loving kisses," recited Olivia, though she wasn't sure where the words came from. She wetted her lips and left large wet marks all over the canine cock. Every single kiss had to leave a trail of spit or it wouldn't have counted! A slathered dick is a happy dick! Even though she just started, Olivia happily lapped up the shot of pre that was spat into her mouth during a kiss from the flared cockhead. "Dogs are really amazing." Olivia moaned, licking and kissing as much dick as she could. The handsome dog himself seemed to be as wrapped up in the haze of lust just as much as his bitch was. His tongue lolled out and looked happy as Olivia was overjoyed to serve him. In her hazy mind, Olivia wished Tharja was there. Seeing her bounce on a dog's magnificent cock, her ass, and breasts shaking from the force of the red piston going in and out... "In and out..." breathed Olivia. As fun as it was, constantly tasting dick with her mouth, her pussy had needs too. She'd never mated with a dog before but somehow she knew about the biiig knot on his cock. Thanks again concocktion she thought. "Hm, should I ride or bend over?" she said to no one in particular.  Heh, as if that was even a question. Olivia wiped and licked the remaining pre-cum off her face and made sure to suck her fingers of every single remnant. She got on her hands and knees next to the dog and he looked at her with his erection high in the sky. Olivia blew a stand of pink hair off of her face and sensually moved her hips left and right. "C'mon baby, you need to come breed me... Come mount me." she moaned. Whether or not the dog understood, she didn't know. But waving her ass seemed to entice him. Or maybe he caught a whiff of her dripping snatch? Regardless, the big-muscled stray shot up and walked over to her backside, sniffing curiously. "You're almost there baby, come on!" Olivia whined. She moved her panties to the side, revealing her cute little silt to her lover. Unable to wait, Olivia stuck a finger in her pussy. She needed to sate her lusty needs, even if it was just a fraction of it. Now that her pussy was uncovered and being stimulated the stray zeroed in on Olivia's two holes.  "OH!!" His long tongue lapped at Olivia's pussy and asshole. Olivia used two fingers to spread her petals, giving the anime as much honey as she could so he indulge as much as he wanted.  It felt so good. The only time Olivia had sex was with a boy. She shuddered at a disgusting thought like that. Why a girl would ever give her virtue to someone who would just brag to his equally slimy friends was beyond her. No human cock could ever compare to the thick lollipop she sucked on earlier. Why it was sweet enough to give her a cavity! Her mind flashed back to the boy who basically just rubbed one out in her vagina and then nutted all over her hair. Disgusting. No, quite unlike that slob the partner she had now was entirely devoted to getting her off. Olivia's ass backed into the dog's snout as she humped as hard as she could. "Yeah, you wanna get me to cum, don't you boy?" she panted. The faster she reached orgasm the faster could get back to worshiping his throbbing dog dick. The poor phallus must be oozing his tasty cum right now and she was missing out a treat! Long gone were her qualms about seeing people out here. God, she could even perform in front of people if she could use a dog! "Is this how Cherche feels towards wyverns?" Olivia mused. Cock, cum, tongue, and musk was all just better on animals. "Ooh, I should ask Nowi and Panne to do me a favor later," she moaned. She and her stray had an orgasm to meet first though. Making an executive decision, Olivia allowed her face to fall to the ground while her hands tended to her needy breasts and clit. Knowing that anyone could see the illustrious and beautiful dancer Olivia being licked by a common stray seriously turned her on.  "I could have anyone I wanted," she huffed and gasped, her hand a blur on her cunt, "and I'm settling for a by-the-numbers dog like you." It felt like her body was reaching feverish temps as Olivia deliriously muttered many more choice statement as she finally reached enlightenment.  "YEES!!" she screamed out. Her shapely hips shook as her juices squirted out of her reddened pussy. Olivia's knees wobbled but the stray seemed to have sensed he did something right since the speed of his licks increased and coated her ass and pussy in his slobber and her excitement. As much as the afterglow of her orgasm would be fun to relish in, it seemed as though her friend had other plans.  "Hmph!" Olivia grunted when the dog laid his heavy body on top of her sweaty own. And without a moment to catch her breath, the dog humped her slick backside, frantically trying to find a hole to bury his bone in. "L-let me help you, sweetie," said Olivia affectionately. She propped herself up and reached around to guide the glowing poker into her slick pussy. Olivia's breath hitched up as she felt the tip making contact with her lips. "BREED ME!" Olivia screamed out, giving in completely to the cocklust. "I don't wanna be a dancer anymore...would people pay me to fuck animals?" she wondered. Since the stray found her most precious place he, simply put, fucked her brains out.  Olivia's modest chest erotically bounced at an insane rate from the rutting of animal cock going in and out of her. Her vision tunneled. If only she could see the stallion that was fucking her way better than any mortal man could ever hope to try. "Dogs dogs dogs... I looove dogs," moaned Olivia. The knot went inside of her without a hitch and Olivia's slender body tightened as another orgasm drenched the dog and herself. The force of the dog's fucking that smashed into her legs was sooo nice. Olivia's pussy and mouth drooled because of the dog and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia laser-focused on another - gray-haired this time - stray with an erect red cock that bounced with every step. And it was coming right for them.  Before Olivia could even greet the beautiful dog it jumped up and shoved his cock down her throat. A welcome change to be sure, but a quick one. "Guh!" Olivia choked on the cock but thanks to the healthy helping of musk that paralyzed her she easily got the dog nice and slick in a matter of seconds. The two perfect beasts spitroasted her with ease. There was nowhere in the world that Olivia would rather be. It didn't look like a third dog was going to show up sadly but at least the most important holes were filled!  Over time both dogs thrusts and pants grew more and more wild and desperate, obviously yearning to cum. Olivia was a good bitch so let her boys cum she shall. She pushed her head and ass as far down the dogs' cocks as she could, all for the reward that she'll get once their yummy cocks stopped swelling. Spurt Spurt Spurt Boiling hot cum shot out of the slick cocks and both dogs howled in unison at the human girl they just knotted into oblivion. If Olivia could speak right now it would surely be screams of passion to her lovers. Shot after shot of sticky cum overloaded her senses and even though Olivia was damn sure she was the best dog cum guzzler in he world at the moment, her best efforts were for naught as cum rushed out of her mouth and fell to the dirty street. Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bathed in the glow and scene of the dicks that absolutely flooded her entire being. Cum was leaking out of her and her pussy and mouth was stained with white. Very faintly, she could hear some footsteps. "I finally caught up with you," said Tharja, "Don't go near any do- Oh." she abruptly finished, seeing the cum-soaked scene in front of her. "Helllllooo TharThar!" gurgled Olivia. Cum spilled out of her mouth and and mixed in with the already-wet ground. "Do you have any more cockcocktions? I wannnna~" Olivia pantomimed a cock going in and out of her mouth. "Fuck more dogs!"

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Chapter 1 - MMF

"KAZUMAAAAA!" Aqua whined for the umpteenth time that day, "You know I didn't mean toooo!"  Like nails on a chalkboard, she blubbered about how the debt was "something anyone could've racked up" and "he should've really kept an eye on the tab". As far as the crocodile tears went, Kazuma was unfortunately used to her whole spiel by this point. He waved her off and flashed the eviction notice in her face again. "How the hell do you expect us to pay this?! I seriously doubt those party tricks of yours will make us this much money in a week!" Kazuma snapped at her angrily. "Ah, you worry too much Kazuma. I'm sure you have enough crap to sell for us to make uh," she squinted at the notice, "Four zeroes worth of money!" "That's six zeroes!!" "I'm not great at math, sue me!" "THAT'S WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO US REAL SOON!" While they continued to bicker, two large adventures sharing a pint overheard their very loud conversation. Aqua was pretty famous in general and anyone who was anyone wanted a chance to even speak to her. Anything beyond that was a dream come true. And these two men were about to hit the freakin' jackpot. They both got up from their seats and approached the arguing pair.  "Excuse us. We couldn't help but notice that the two of you are in the need for some dire help," the first one said. Kazuma looked them over, a grin already appearing on his face. Aqua tried waving them off. "No thanks! I'm going to support my buddy Kazuma through these tough times, the thick and the thin!" As she said it there was no doubt in Kazuma's mind that wanted him to steal the funds back. Ignoring her, the second man turned to Kazuma and introduced themselves.  "I'm Beefcake and this is Lloyd," he said and Aqua failed to stifle a snort, "Our names don't indicate it, but we've made a ton of money adventuring for the past few years." Already you could see the gears inside Kazuma's head grinding to make the perfect plan. "Does that mean you want Aqua? Take her if that means the debt is paid off!' said Kazuma excitedly. The two men looked at each other shocked for a moment but immediately regained their composure. "Oh goodness yes, that'd be just lovely," Beefcake said. Lloyd nodded. "I love it when a plan comes together!" Aqua looked back and forth between the pairs, a confused expression on her face. "Huh? Why do I need to go with them?" "Uhh, they want you to do some of your most high-leveled party tricks!" said Kazuma quickly. Lloyd chucked, "She'll definitely learn a few tricks while she's with us," he said darkly. In all honesty, Kazuma could not have given less of a crap since it was Aqua's fault in the first place that they were in the situation to begin with. Besides, he always had Megumin and Darkness to fuck while she was gone. "Oh phew, tricks are more my speed! It's not like I look like some sort of cheap slut who salivates at the first dollar or cock she sees!" Aqua laughed. Kazuma looked her over. "Well...you kinda do. No panties and all, y'know." Beefcake and Lloyd couldn't help but agree with him. Besides. the chance to fuck a Goddess like Aqua was intoxicating. "Man, just because I started a slight tab you're suddenly the big bad wolf and I, the precious sheep, am being unfairly mistreated," said Aqua, to the ears of no one. Beefcake looked at Kazuma, "So.... we'll just take her?"  Kazuma rubbed his forehead, "Yeah just get her out of here." He walked off, showing no concern for the fate Aqua had in store with the two rough and tough adventurers. Beefcake and Lloyd took the overly-compliant Aqua, who was excited to show off her "new and improved water snake trick", whatever the hell that meant. The sun was shining high in the sky, as expected since it was just shy of noon.  Making useless small talk with Aqua as they went back to their room at the inn, blood was already rushing to their cocks with the thoughts of all the positions and acts she was gonna do for the next twelve hours, minimum. "...and I defeated that giant frog just by merely flicking it away! finished Aqua with her dumbass story. "Yeah yeah... that's cool," said Beefcake, uninterested.  "That frog's tongue must've gotten all over you at first, huh?" Lloyd asked. Aqua shrugged, an even larger sense of superiority exuded from her, which was somehow possible. "Yeah but I dried up really nicely! Had to walk relax in my room all naked while my clothes dried though..." The men were basically walking with steel bars in their pants by this point. They made it to the room with no odd looks, thankfully. A few people would've gotten suspicious if they noticed two men walking with full-blown erections and a girl oblivious to all of it. Lloyd opened the door and welcomed Aqua inside first. Her first impressions of the room weren't bad. It was certainly better than what she slept in normally. Their beds looked so fluffy and comfy.. Aqua turned around to the pair of men, who still hung around the door, and froze in horror when she noticed that all of their clothes were taken off. "Wh-wh-what the hell is this?!" Aqua stammered, "I thought you guys wanted my amazing party tricks!" Lloyd laughed at her. "Please, someone as beautiful as you who was taken back to a stranger's room at an inn and you didn't expect this to happen? You naviety is so fucking hot." As if their personalities did a 180, Beefcake was already stalking toward her while Lloyd blocked the door. Aqua clumsily back up, stumbling on her own feet and falling on her ass. Coincidentally, this was also a perfect dick sucking height. The men's bodies were battle-scarred and bulging muscles meant they weren't someone you'd want to get on the bad side of. "Rough and tough" would be the exact words Aqua would describe them as. Lloyd approached even closer while Aqua kept scooting backward, her back eventually hitting the wall. His cock, like Beefcake, was enormous. If she had to guess it would the size of a fucking ruler fully hard. "C'mon!" Lloyd snarled, the faster you get this done the faster you can go back to drinking your precious booze. "No! A Goddess like me won't be degraded in such a way!" snapped Aqua. The two men laughed as if she had a choice in the matter. "Your buddy accepted the deal, and you're going to pay for it." Lloyd said and grabbed her head. Ready to snap a tirade of words on him, Aqua's lips parted and Lloyd took the smart man's route and shoved his cock in her mouth. "MPFF!" Aqua struggled to get away from him, but his grip was like iron. Lloyd watched as tears already began to appear on the Goddess' face as she struggled to even take a breath. His cock rose to its full glory while trapped in Aqua's mouth. The Goddess' mouth made sickly sweet sucking noises as her spit fully coated the dick while was brutally face fucked. Lloyd felt vindictive pleasure as her body was already clearing showing signs of arousal as he could see perky nipples poking out from her shirt. It wouldn't be long until they had every orifice of the Goddess' filled and leaking. He still continued to facefuck her while Beefcake sat down on the couch and watched the pair have sweet sweet time together. "God, I couldn't have imaged a Goddess' mouth alone to feel this good. Different scents were already beginning to fill the room as pre-cum dripped down Aqua's face and filled her mouth constantly. Aqua's tear-stained face was struggling to breathe the whole time, she punched Lloyd's legs, feet, anything just to get him to stop. Too bad Lloyd had his own idea of when to cease the glorious blowjob. "Oh God yes!" Lloyd groaned and without warning, cum filled Aqua's mouth to the brim. Wanting to spit it out, she again struggled to avail and had no choice but to swallow it with the danger of the next shots coming out of her nose. As brutal as Lloyd was with her, Aqua's pussy was positively dripping at the harsh treatment she was facing by him alone. What would Darkness say if she could have a percent of what she already experienced... With a large POP, Lloyd's cock exited Aqua's mouth. The slut licked her lips and even tried to suck her clothes for even a little bit of more cum for herself. The two men had to admit, they didn't expect her to change her tune that quickly. "What the fuck?! Your cock is still hard!" gasped Aqua in a mixture of freight and arousal. Indeed it was, his cock throbbed painfully with the thought of fucking every part of Aqua. Beefcake sat up from the couch. "Enough of this, it's my turn to fuck the bitch." Like Aqua, his sex was dripping with pre-cum. Lloyd stepped aside while Aqua stood up. "P-please wait, I nearly fucking choked on his horse just now." A generous puddle of cum, sweat, and spit was on her clothes and floor. Beefcake laughed, damn near hysterically. "As if you're gonna' even get one break today or tomorrow." Before Aqua could say anything, he picked her up dramatically in his arms and flipped her skirt up. "Put me down fucker! That blowjob was just a fluke!" Aqua didn't seem to get that she wasn't getting away, but it was cute nonetheless at her getting her normal wits about her, even if it was just for a moment. Beefcake's 12-inch monster teased the Aqua's pretty pink entrance. He rubbed his cock all around her slit and thighs, their joint excitement coating her legs and pussy.  "Ngh.." Aqua's face was flushed and her hair a mess already, she didn't want these men to get anything else out of her but there wasn't much she could say when she was literally leaking on a stranger's cock. "Here we go!" Lloyd shoved all inches of his cock into Aqua's fragile body. Eyes wide, Aqua froze up and choked at her body being used as nothing more than a common fleshlight. "OWOWOWO!! Take it out!" Aqua could see her stomach bulging from the amount of hard dick inside her body at the moment. Sweat dripped down her creamy tits and her wet pussy struggled to take the length of the man inside of her. Beefcake and Lloyd did nothing more than laugh cruelly at the Goddess' pain. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Lloyd mercilessly bounced her up and down on his erect penis himself.  Her juice literally coated everything as it did everything in its power to make the experience more pleasurable for Aqua. Too bad there wasn't a sex class or anything to invest points into. "Oooh my god.." Aqua's tongue lolled out of her mouth like the sluttiest of whores as the man's huge cock destroyed her pussy. Getting fucked in the mouth was child's play compared to this. And as a Goddess' she was going to have to meet this challenge dammit. She faced Beefcake as she clenched her pussy around his cock, feeling like her whole body was meant to pleasure these two strangers. She kissed his neck while Lloyd fondled her breasts.. Aqua's pussy was already red from the brutal fucking. Her tits jumped up and down without abandon and more and more of her fluids just came out of her body without concern. "This this this is amaaaazing.." Aqua wrapped her legs around Beefcake's back as Lloyd appeared behind and ripped her clothes off, fully freeing her breasts. Beefcake, in turn, planted his lips and bit and twisted Aqua's nipples as much as he pleased as if trying to get milk out of her in addition to her sweet honey. Lloyd pressed his huge cock against Aqua's tiny asshole. Her heart dropped at the thought of taking such a monster in that end, but if her ass felt even as half as good as her pussy did at that moment, it would be all worth it. "C'mon!!" Aqua panted, "Fuck my ass!" Lloyd quickly obliged, his applied lube teasing of her butt made it easy to his monster cock to fit in almost just as easily as Beefcake's cock. Aqua hopped on the two men's dicks, a euphoric feeling coming over her. Even if only a short time had passed form them fucking her she never wanted to end. Her body contorted around the men's masculinity, her stomach poked out and god only knows what she'll look like when they cum. A proper slut. The wet slapping noises continued while the men's cocks invaded Aqua's ass and pussy. She felt stretched to the limit and the men were just happy to watch her sexy body follow what they said at their every whim. Pulling his cock out of her, Beefcake took his cock out of Aqua's pussy and shoved his cock into her hungry ass, eliciting a joyful scream from Aqua, who at this point was just an open-mouthed whore. No doubt Kazuma, Megumin, and Darkness were fucking the shit out each other while she had two strangers getting her off much better instead. Her vision was beginning to swim while the large men tag-teamed her. Cowgirl, missionary, doggy, all of those positions came naturally to Aqua as they demanded it from her. The best thing about it was they would basically cum throughout the session, so over time Aqua would become drunk with salty cum her new friends gave her. Lloyd and Beefcake watched stunned as the Goddess kept up with her antics, despite slowly becoming more and more filled with cum and an insatiable need to be filled with anything phallic. Again and again, their cocks would fill the greedy cum goddess and they'd fulfill their every wish. Aqua even used her best party trick, "Endless Waterfall" to keep her lithe body wet and almost slippery to keep the men wanting to her themselves against her perfect body. She wasn't called a Goddess for nothing, of course. At least she though Endless Waterfall was a party trick. Either way, this was becoming her favorite party of her life. At the end of the day, the two men took their large cocks and came on in and out of Aqua through the rest of the day and night. The new day brought a delirious sleep-deprived, cum and cock-addicted Aqua begging for them to keep fucking her before she passed out. Too bad they still had a job to do. They dumped Aqua's body at the door to their room and left, not before giving her their contact info of course. Aqua, the Goddess of Cum, laid the doorstep of the team's door with an obscene amount of cum swishing in her body and for everyone to see. A fat stack of cash laid in a large bag next to her. Kazuma, Megumin, and Darkness opened the door and saw the unconscious Aqua in surprise. It only took a few seconds before they figured out what to do next. "I call cleaning her up!" Darkness moaned.

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Chapter 3 - Howls in the night - Wolves, Beastiality

Lyariana was walking amongst the tress, it was only a few hours ago that she had met the large stag, and his seed was still warm in her womb, she shuddered at the recollection. She had not noticed the forest getting darker and darker, and eventually night was upon her, she stopped and looked around, she should have been back by the Grove with the other dryads by now. Suddenly the air was pierced by a howl and she spun around, another followed, she gulped, knowing that the wolves of Ashenvale have a ferocious appetite, she looked around for a hiding place, but found nothing, and began to run, faster and faster it went through the woods, but by now, Lynriana was infact afraid, one of the few rare times in her life, however, after a moment she stopped, “Wolves wouldn't harm her, would they? She's a dryad, afterall, friend of all beasts.” Before she finished her though, she was surrounded by glowing yellow eyes piercing from the darkness all around her. She gulped, looking around, a large white wolf slowly stalked into the clearing, sniffing the air to get her scent, she remained rigid, making no movement that could startle the wolf. However, the wolf did not seem interested in eating her, instead his muzzle slowly delved closer and closer to her kind quarters, which were still quite soaked from her earlier bout. Then she felt it, a warm wetness caressing up across her sex, causing her to shudder, the wolf was licking her! Ofcourse, she should have expected this by now. Another lick make her knees buckle, and she dropped to the ground on all four, looking behind her at the wolf, who continued to lap at her with his tail wagging, beneath him, an engorged red member visible. “Beats eating me, I suppose..” she muttered to herself and spread her hindquarters further for the wolf, who quickly took notice of the gesture and leapt on her back, his hips already thrusting against her, alas in vain. A few moments went by as the wolf adjusted himself, but then she felt it, his long hard prick slipping just past her lips, the wolf felt it too, as he howled with renewed vigor and rutted her even deeper, fully embedding himself in her now. The dryad bit her lip with a moan, the wolf claiming her tunnel and quickly turning it soaking with her juices again, over and over he pumped into her without any notion of slowing down, the already abused dryad unable to resist, moaning and panting in her heat. The wolfs labored grunting bought her back to reality, she felt the large knot at the base of his cock suddenly invade her folds, looking them together, stretched further than she had ever been she shuddered in a climax, her insides tightening up and milking the wolf, who with no objections unleashed his watery seed into her depths, prolonging her climax. Locked in place for some time, the wolf lapped at her naked back, but eventually he left her, not for long, though, because the moment he was gone, a new wolf was already ontop of her, rutting her with the same needy thrusts. He too managed to breach her tunnel and begin to mate her furiously. Pummeling her tunnel full of his hard red cock, causing Lyn to moan out uncontrollably. Panting she looked around herself as she regained some stamina, still with the wolf ontop of her, humping away at her depths, more eyes had appeared, there was now, some thirty pairs in total. This was going to be a long night.

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Chapter 4 - Cocky green men - Orcs, Bondage, rape.

Lynriana found herself blinking from the sharp daylight piercing the canopy, she was rather foggy at first, but quickly the memories of last night flooded into her mind, of how she had managed to entertain an entire pack of wolf, several times, before they had left her, she looked around at the small clearing, the evidence obviously clear, you wouldn’t need to be a criminal detective to figure out what happened here, the ground was plastered in cakes of dried pools of lupine cum, caked with patches of grey fur which had been sheared during the passionate bouts. She took a moment to get her bearings, before with a yawn standing up on her four dainty legs. Only to drop right back down, with a groan, her backside throbbing painfully with the memory of the more than thirty wolfs having a go at it last night, she sighed, and moved a hand to stroke her flank, infusing it with some light nature magic, just to dull the pain, before she got up and quietly trotted off into the forest to scavenge some breakfast. She was absentmindedly walked through the forest, peering here and there at bushes to see if they carried berries or not, not paying much attention to where she was going, the images of yesterday still replaying over and over in her head. Eventually she found herself on a road, looking around she couldn’t see anything, but the soft pant of a breath made her cautious. Suddenly out of the blue, before she managed to react a net came flying, easily trapping the surprised dryad, tripping her and bringing her to the ground. She fought her bonds, but in doing so only trapping herself further. Eventually she realised the futility in it all and sighed, laying still. Then she noticed the two burly figures towering above her, recognizing their large jagged tusk, piercing eyes and green skin, orcs, no doubt about it.. And they were grinning at her too. She was just about to cry for help when she reconsidered, they had captured her for a reason, not simply killed her, if she did they might’ve just. She decided to wait it out and see what happened. One of them leaned down to pick her up, net and everything, tossing her across his shoulder, she wasn’t very comfortable in this position, but she managed to stay still enough that the ropes didn’t gnaw too much. She had no clue where the orcs where taking her, because she could not understand what they were saying in their crude orcish tongue, but it was apparently a jolly conversation, judging from the occasional laugh or chuckle. Eventually she was tossed forcefully to the ground, she didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed to become darker, then she felt a sharp pain on her flank and looked towards it, seeing one of the orcs having poked her with a sharp needle, after a few moments her head went dizzy and she collapsed, only barely registering what was happening as the net was removed and her four legs was tied together, her arms behind her back as well, then a soft silken blackness enveloped her head. When she woke up she found her legs and arms bound, and her mouth gagged as well. Slung across a log, while an orc were preparing a large fire pit, behind her an orc was broking her flanks, she attempted to kick him, in futility. The orc grinned and spoke on a rough common “Feisty, hmm? Perhaps we need to tenderize you first.” Without more warning her forced a fat finger deep into her still sore hole, twisting it around, he would grin as she whimpered in reaction. “Ooh, Look at this one, She’s eager.” The other orc briefly glances over and grunted, before returning to his work. The first continue to Finger Lynriana for a while longer, pushing a second finger into her, forcing them to the knuckles, before retrieving them, eyeing them as glistening wetness coated them. “Don’t tell me you enjoy being bound up, dryad.” He laughed, before shuffling behind her, flipping his crude loincloth aside to revealing a large throbbing green manhood which he rested against her petals. She moaned out, still so sore from last night, and the orc took advantage of that, despite her attempts to keep herself silent, it as impossible, every touch of her sore hole made her quiver, even though she was disgusted by each and every one of them. Then it happened, she could feel the orc push himself forward, the large green cock sinking into her depths, causing her to shudder and groan out loudly, causing both orcs to chuckle. Once hilted, he began rutting her backside eagerly, hammering into her flanks as the green tool sank in and out of her depths.   She hated it, every time that engorged green shaft desecrated her sensitive wet insides, It wasn’t as if she enjoyed it, but her body could not reject the sparks of pleasure jolting through it, so she settled for biting down on her lip, and ride I out. Every single thrust almost sent her on the verge of a climax, as if the wolfs hadn’t been enough, she was about to reward this orc for ravaging her. The orc thrusting away at her backside eagerly, enjoying every shudder he milked from the dryad. “Come now little doe, show me how much you enjoy being defiled, cum for me.” He was even cruel enough to pick up his pace, almost hammering into her depths with the same ferocity as the wolves. This was what crossed the line, and unable to hold herself any further, she tensed and quivered as her nectar sprayed out around the orcish member buried in her depths, she closes her eyes in defeat and shame, but the orc only laughed “Good girl.” He taunted her, before with a few quick thrusts hilted himself, letting his thick acrid spunk fill her depths. The orc relished in the feeling of her quivering tight warm depths milking him, before he got up, speaking a few lines of orcish to his comrade with a grin. They swapped places, the first taking up the work, while the other moved over to Lynriana, he kneeled down beside her, and roughly grabbed her hair, pulling her face closer to his, growling out. “I think my brother is being too nice to your kind, I’ll show him how to treat prisoners.” He tossed her head away in disgust with a grunt, settling behind her, he wouldn’t even bother with foreplay, simply flicking his loincloth aside to expose his own green throbbing erection, larger even that his comrade, then he positioning himself against her warm petals and forced himself forward. Lynriana cried out, being ravaged the second time did not comfort her one big, especially not when the second time as less considerate, he pummel away with a single goal in mind, filling her depths, her pleasure was irrelevant, she was simply a cocksocket for the orc to enjoy, and he made sure she continued to understand that. After what had been, probably thirty minutes, Lynriana hadn’t bothered paying attention anymore, she had sunk into her mind to find happier memories to comfort herself with. However, the Familiar throbbing of the orcish meatpole bright her back to reality, just in time to feel a second wave of warm orcish seed spill into her. She could almost not keep herself from crying, but she needed to be strong, these orcs could not see how weak she actually was. The second orc got up and returned to his work, without as much as paying the dryad a second glance, it looked like the orcs were done, for now.  

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Chapter 5 - Daughters of Elune - Night elves, Incest, Futa.

Lynriana would’ve laid on the ground for at least, two three hours, while the orcs where busy with their own thing. And it seemed like they were once more growing restless, she feared the worst. But the orcs were interrupted as arrows suddenly hailed out from the forest, pinning the orcs full like a pair of needle-cushions, they dropped to the ground dead. Out from the underbush stepped a pair of tall graceful women, Lynriana instantly recognised the sure signs of Kaldorei and flailed in order to get their attention, it worked and they quickly rushed to her rescue. First removing the gag, before setting in work to remove the bonds, “T-thank you.” Stuttered Lynriana, as she was finally freed. The elves nodded “It is good that we found you in time, daughter of Cenarius, I dread to fear what those rocs might have done to you.” Lynriana lowered her head in shame “I fear they already did horrible things to me,” unable to hide the evidence of her abused hindquarter. The elves frowned nodding. “You still live, however, that in itself is a blessing considering what these brutes have done to many other of you and our kin.” Lyn nodded in agreement, “Indeed.” It was a grim thought. She’d think a moment, before eyeing up the two elves properly, both women, both tall and proud, dressed like the warriors of their kind. Their skin was a light purple, which almost glowed in the moonlight, while their hair was a deep emerald, they looked remarkably similar, Lynriana guessed that they might be sisters, and she was right, as the elves introduced themselves. “Kiara Starsword.” “-And Niara Starsword.” They said, almost interrupting each other before they chuckled. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Lynriana.” The dryad said, as she stood back up on wonky legs, one of the elves were kind enough to lean in and support her, rewarded a thankful nod. “Hmm. So, how can I repay my liberators?” The elves considered this. “Spend the night with us, so that we can make sure that you’re healthy?” Lyn saw no reason to disagree and went with it. “All right, I can do that.” So she went along with the elves to their camp, half an hour’s travel away, nestled in a small secluded glade surrounded by cliffs and trees. The perfect hideout, here she found a large tent, able to hold the two elves, and then some, a fireplace and another tent full of sacks and boxes, supplies, most likely. She looked around, inspecting the campsite. “This is a nice place.” The elves smiled and bowed. Thanking her in unison. Lynriana spend most the next days with the Sisters, getting to know them better and better each day, she would have settled for sleeping a little outside the camp, as she preferred being surrounded by the wild, but she had grown fond of the pair, and one night she decided to sleep just on the outskirts. This one particular night, she wasn’t especially tired, so she simply lied down to enjoy the sounds of the wild, until a strange alien noise filled the air. It originated form the camp, and the curious druid couldn’t keep herself from investigating, it sounded like the growls and moans of mating, but that couldn’t be right, they were sisters. As she reached the tent, the noise grew louder and louder, She’d reach out for the tent’s front flap with a trembling hand, quickly yanking it aside, to find inside, two naked elves, pressed tightly against each other, sweating an moaning, one on her back with her legs spread wide open, while the other as leaned across her, thrusting her hips into the one below, they quickly looked out at the dryad as the tent flew open and froze, the one beneath, Niara, blushed deeply and hid her face in the bear fur blanket, the other Kiara, grinning up at the dryad. “My, my. We seem to have a spectator. Why don’t we put on a show for our quest, Nia?” Grinning she slowly began moving herself again, pushing up into her sister; Lynriana didn’t know what caused Niara to moan like she did, until she noticed the shaft of meat between the girls, moving back and forth. Gasping she stepped back, the tent closing behind her, a giggle sounded form within, before a stark naked Kiara, and a slightly more reluctant naked Niara stepped out. Now Lynriana could see Kiara’s cock in full view, and admittedly she was impressed. “T-that’s. a-.” she managed, Kiara simply nodded. “I was born, like this, in our young years we didn’t care much. But, as we grew older, I started to have, urges, Niara was the first to help me relieve them. As we grew older still, we continue, only growing closer and closer, until we were inseparable, mates, as much against nature as it is.” Lyn could only listen to the tale in wonder “That is.- I don’t know what to..- you must be really close.” The two sisters nodded in Unison. “We’d like to share out bond with you, at least for the night, it’s the least we can do for you, and the company you’ve provided these past few days.” Niara nodded slowly, yet she was a lot more timid than her sister, who was already now moving around to the dryads backside, running her hand along her flanks. “What do you say?” Lynriana did not say anything, simply stared at the two elves for a while and nodded, reaching out for Niara to pull her into her bust, which surprised the timid elf quite a bit. Kiara took advantage of the moment and slipped behind the dryad, running a hand along her cervidae sex. Grinning, she quickly aligned her elven shaft, pushing into the crushing tight warmth with a groan, almost coming instantly. Lyriana let out an equally surprised gasp as her cunt was suddenly full of elf, shuddering she squeezes Niara tighter against her bossom. The timid elf finally overcoming her shyness and began lapping and fondling the dryads fleshy orbs. Eventually the dryad ended up on the ground, with her backside into the air, still being humped, with the smaller elf on her back, legs invitingly spread and the dryad eagerly lapping at her petal, catching droplets of sweet nectar, eventually the elves, in unison climaxed, soaking her in juices from both ends, her face sprayed by the female release, eagerly lapping what she could, while her backside was forced deeply into before a familiar warm began spreading in her depths, causing the dryad to purr, as she was being pumped full of the warm gooey elven seed. Kiara pulled out setting herself besides the pair, licking a patch of her sisters release from Lynriana’s cheek. “Enjoying yourself?” She teased, grinning at the pair. This nodded in unison. ”Good.” Kiara spoke again, and gestured to her shaft, which was soaked in the Dryads juices, she leaned down and eagerly began milking it, while the two sisters began making out above her. Eventually the shaft was clean, and without paying the dryad much attention anymore, the two elves resumed their passionate mating, which was so “rudely” interrupted. After several attempts at making contact, Lynriana gave up. She moved to the supply tent, found a piece of parchment and a piece of coal “I’ll let you two have your fun, I’ll be on my way, but I’ll no doubt visit you again.. just send an owl if you want a visit! The owl will now what to do.” Then she left the clearing, and headed into the woods, the moaning growling lower and lower in the background, and eventually drowned in the nightly ambience of the woods.  

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Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: The Agent

  The Spider and the Goddess   Chapter 9: The Agent   -Avenger’s Tower-   Jessica Drew AKA Spider-Woman, the original Spider-Woman that is, she forgot how many others had taken up the name since she started calling herself that. Things has changed for her yet again, which was the story of her life by this point.   Given the whole deal with her father’s work being funded by Hydra so she herself had been recruited into the group (although in her defense she had no way of knowing what Hydra was at that point), after being shown who she was really looking for she had joined SHIELD, then the Avengers,  she had lost her powers, regained them, became a PI for a short time, lost her powers again and when she turned to Hydra of all people to get them back.   That had turned into more of a mistake than she knew it had been, turned out they had all been Skrulls and although they did give her powers back the next thing she knew she had woken up with others on a Skrull ship. Then she had learned something that had really hurt, the bitch Queen of the Skrulls had used her face to get around and do all kinds of things.   It had taken her a lot of time and effort to get people to forget she had been a former Hydra agent and now with this she felt like she was back to square one.   She was walking through the tower in her usual red and yellow costume, she saw a few of her fellow team mates in the lounge. Logan the mutant known as Wolverine was there with the new Captain America, Bucky Barnes as they were talking.   “Hey guys what’s up?” She asked and there it was. The thing she hated, that split second of silence as they looked at her. It didn’t last long but she hated it, he knew what was going through their minds, for a split second they were actually questioning if she was the real her or not.   Of course she was and it never lasted long but she still hated it because she could tell. Hell she swore she saw Logan sniff the air just out of habit to get her scent.   “We were just talking about Logan wanting a bit more time away,” Cap told her.   “Things at the school have been getting busier so I might not have as much time to be here as I used to,” Logan explained.   “Okay then, I won’t bother you then,” Jessica put on a fake smile and walked off as soon as she was out of the room she dropped the act. She frowned as she felt like punching something, she was so sick of this and it was making her frustrated.   She sighed and sat down at the kitchen island as she fumed over things she couldn’t change.   She had no idea how long she had been there before someone was walking in, “Hey Jessica you’ve seen Carol anywhere?”   She turned to see Spider-Man or Peter Parker as he was known to her, she was actually one of the few people that did know who he was. Only a few Avengers did back when they were running from Osborn when he was in charge of the world.   “Sorry she got called away for something,” Jessica told him.   “Well that sucks,” Spider-Man sat down placing a DVD on the table. “I got this to watch with her.”   Jessica looked at the case and raised an eyebrow under her mask, “Ghostbusters?”   “Did you know she’s never seen it?” He asked her.   “Wait what?”   “Yeah kind of my reaction too, apparently she’s been too ‘busy’ to watch it,” He shrugged. “So I wanted to get her to finally watch it but it looks like I’ll have to try again another time.”   To be honest he wanted to make a date out of it with Carol, well he would have to save this for later. Then he noticed Jessica seemed kind of down in the dumps.   “Hey are you okay?”   Spider-Woman glanced at him thinking about if she should just play it off and say she was fine but part of her just wanted to someone to listen to her.   “Hey come on, we spider themed heroes should stick together,” He joked lightly with her. “Besides we’re also teammates and if you got a problem that I can help with you just need to ask.”   Jessica felt a bit better that someone wanted to help her although she wasn’t sure what it was. She looked at him for a moment studying him. It was hard to say if he ever gave her those looks, his mask covered up his entire face and she couldn’t see his eyes. His body language had said that he never did at least but she couldn’t be sure.   She might consider talking to him if only he would take the mask off so she could at least see his face. Then she would be able to tell what he might be truly thinking about. She knew that he would never do that in the Tower, a few of the other heroes didn’t know who he was and he wasn’t ready to let every hero know who he was.   “Tell you what, if you know of a decent place where we can talk without costumes I might consider it.” Jessica told him as maybe getting away from everyone else might help her out too.   Peter thought about it, “You know, I just might know the place.”   -Downtown-   Peter and Jessica walked into the bar, it was a very nice looking place, had the older style stools with now back to them, solid wood bar was sitting against the wall with a large selection of drinks with the mostly squared bar. A few people were working behind it as Peter led her to a spot at the bar with two free chairs.   Both of them weren’t in costume but in plain clothing.   “I got showed this place by Jen once,” Peter explained as She-Hulk had taken him here, in costume and no one blinked once. Apparently it was a place that saw a lot of traffic for those in costume sometimes low level villains showed up now and then, thankfully no one in costume was showing up tonight.   They ordered their drinks from one of the staff as they took a first sip of their drinks.   “So what’s got you so down?” Peter asked her.   She signed thinking about where to start, “I’m just sick of the looks I keep getting.”   “Looks?”   She sighed, “You know that I’m going to turn into a Skrull or something.”   “Ah yeah that,” Peter took another sip. “You shouldn’t take it personally.”   “Now the fuck shouldn’t I take it personally?” She asked with a hint of bitterness to her voice taking a larger drink. “I’ve work with some of these people for years and you would think they would know me better than that.”   “People were really messed up with that whole thing,” Peter told her as he tried to explain it. “You have people you thought you knew turn out to be someone else entirely. That can really mess with you and you know they don’t mean anything by it. It will take time but eventually things will get back to normal.”   “Back to normal?” Jessica nearly sneered at the comment bitterly. “You have any idea what it’s like to be mistrusted by everyone? To have all your actions questioned by everyone?”   “Have you met me?” Peter asked her seriously. “Or did you forget that ever since I’ve worn the mask that I’ve had a major newspaper telling the world that I’m a menace to society?”   Jessica looked away having forgotten that, he had dealt with this kind of thing for years. She felt a bit of an idiot for venting at him like that after all, if anyone knew what she was feeling it was him. She had only been dealing with this for a month and he had been dealing with it for years.   “Sorry about that.” Okay now she felt a bit like a jerk. She shouldn’t have taken her tension on the whole thing out on him. Hell, he had offered to hear her out and try to help her out which did show that he was a pretty nice guy.   “I have to know, what’s your secret?” Jessica asked him seriously. “Most people would get a chip on their shoulder by now with all the crap you’ve had to deal with.”   Peter seemed to think about it taking a drink, “Well mainly because I have these powers and I have a responsibility to use them to help people. At first I wanted nothing more than fame and money but then…” He paused as a small amount of grief flashed over his face.   Jessica actually was surprised he could even look like that, he normally joked all the time and rarely got serious but here he was and the expression was serious.   “I had to learn the hard way that all that doesn’t really mean anything, I learned what was important and that the lives of others are worth a hell of a lot more than either fame or money.” Peter wished in his youth he knew now what he knew back then.   “So in the end I don’t care what they say about me,” Peter told her honestly. “I do what I do and I help people, save lives and even save the world now and then. What I do is more important than what other people think about me.”   “So it never bothers you?” She asked.   “Oh sure it bothers me,” He replied. “But I know that eventually people will see me for who I am by what I do and not what other people say about me. I’m treated a lot better these days then when I first started out, hell most cops don’t even yell at me anymore,” he smiled at her throwing in a joke.   Despite herself she did smile shaking her head, “You really are an odd guy.”   “Yep but that’s my charm,” Peter pushed away from the bar. “If you’ll excuse me I need to take care of something.”   She nodded knowing he was going to the bathroom.   Jessica finished her drink looking at the small remains of the liquids slide on down. She did feel a bit better now talking it out with him. It might take some time but eventually everyone would stop thinking she was going to end up turning green and alien on them. She was wondering if she should order another when someone took her glass.   “Need a refill honey?”   Jessica looked up to see the female bartender across from her and actually was surprised. The woman in front of her barely fit into her uniform in all the places, hell it looked like her top was nearly ready to burst even with the few top buttons undone. Her red hair was tied into a ponytail but it was those light blue eyes that seemed to hold Jessica’s gaze. She had never seen eyes that blue before and for a split moment she was shocked that she felt a small stab of attraction towards the woman.   She got herself back together as she had never thought of another woman in that way and didn’t need another issue in her life.   “Sure thanks,” Jessica told her.   “So where’s your date?” The woman asked as Jessica noticed that the nametag read ‘Rose’ on it.   “He’s not my date,” Jessica said quickly.   “Really?” The woman smirked at her as she passed a new drink, “Didn’t seem that way to me, you seemed really comfortable with him.”   “He’s just…helping me sort some things out,” she quickly took a drink of the glass feeling the liquid burn slightly on the way down. Even though it was the same drink it certainly tasted a bit different, nothing unpleasant but for some reason she felt a heat building up in her more so than what alcohol usually did by this point.   “Too bad,” She then cast a longing look to where Peter walked off to. “He’s kind of cute, is he single?”   “As far as I know,” She took another drink, was this a stronger drink or something? She wondered feeling the drink hit her a bit harder than normal.    “Well what’s the problem then since you obviously don’t have anyone either?”   Jessica cast the woman a glare, “why wouldn’t I have someone?”   The woman smirked, “Because if you did you would be here with him rather than with the one you’re with now. Honey I’ve seen it all and trust me a good partner is hard to find some days, hell maybe you just want a good lay since I can tell it’s been awhile for you.”   Jessica went back to her drink not wanting to answer that one, she really didn’t want to talk about her love life. Hell she worked with Peter on the Avengers having a relationship, well she was going to say it could be bad but thinking about it everyone hooked up with everyone at some point. Hell She-Hulk and Black Widow slept around and Tony wasn’t any better, if not worse than those two. Sometimes it just seemed like the Avengers were for lonely heroes to get together, fuck and then break up and look for someone else on the team.   Plus for some reason she was starting to feel a little horny at the moment, maybe it was the drinks? Sure sometimes she got like that when she drank but only a few times, plus she had never had sex with Peter before and suddenly the thought entered her mind on what it would be like with their spider powers.   ‘What am I thinking?’ She chided herself. ‘He was being a nice guy and what, just ask him back to my place for a thank you fuck? I do feel better talking to him, god now I can’t stop thinking about it thanks to that bartender.’   “You know if you don’t mind then how about I ask him back to my place?” The female bartender said almost echoing Jessica’s thoughts. “I mean I’m getting off my shift soon and I could use a nice man to curl up to tonight.”   Jessica wasn’t sure but she suddenly felt like this woman was walking into her territory and she didn’t like it.   “Well I got to get someone else a drink but give the cutie this for me will you?” She passed a small note to Jessica.   She looked at the note when the woman was gone and found it was a number on it. Jessica again felt a slight twinge of jealousy, sure they weren’t together but he came here with her to help her out not to pick up some strange woman.  He was with her after all, well not ‘with’ her not like that, but still it was a little off putting. She took another sip of her drink.   After all Peter was helping her out listening to her and why couldn’t that woman see that Peter was sitting with her and was spending time with a woman, what kind of person hit on a guy that was already with someone?   “She’s not that pretty anyway,” She muttered under her breath although she knew that wasn’t true but saying it helped make her feel better.   “Hey I miss anything?” Peter asked her as he sat down.   “Nothing much,” Jessica hid her hand with the note in it and balled it up and let it drop to the floor. “Have another drink.”   “Sure why not,” He waved his hand to get another drink.   Jessica was thankful she didn’t see that busty woman anywhere near Peter at the moment. Maybe it was time to get to know Peter a bit more, outside of work that was. He seemed like a nice guy so maybe it was time to see just how nice of a guy he was.   They spent the next hour drinking and talking to each other, finding out what the other had interests in, swapping stories of course those stories had to be edited around civilian people who were in ear shot. Jessica found herself actually relaxing for once, all the tension and stress was just melting away with him. With the more she drank the more she found herself feeling something else as well.   Jessica had been internally debating with herself for some time now and it seemed her instincts were winning out over her reason. She unbuttoned the top of her blouse feeling hot as she was too well aware of her thighs rubbing together to try and ‘scratch that itch’ as it were.   “Hey Peter can I ask you something?” Jessica leaned to the side supporting her head with her hand giving him a slight look at her exposed cleavage. “You want to get out of here?”   ‘Oh boy,’ Peter knew where this was going, ‘Jeez just what the hell is going on with my life? Well she did ask and it’s not like I’m not fucking someone I work with on the Avengers already. Plus she is so damn hot, god why am I so horny right now?’   Peter had no way of knowing that she had been subconsciously using her pheromones not that she needed to but it was already starting to jump his libido.   “Sure, what did you have in mind?”   She only smiled as she grabbed his hand as they quickly paid and left the bar.   ‘Rose’ had been watching the two leave as she smirked to herself.   ‘Mortals are so easy,’ Aphrodite thought to herself. She had seen an opportunity to play around and all it needed was a little kick to that woman’s drink.  It was nothing major just something to put her in the right mood and she would sit back and let nature take its course. Yes she knew the spell on Peter would most likely work the more he got her interested but this was just a short cut in her eyes.   “Hey who are you?”   She turned to face another bar tender who was looking at her suspiciously.   “I’m Rose, I’m here to fill in,” she explained.   “Fill in for who?” He didn’t remember anyone calling in sick tonight.   She smirked as she sensually walked up to him and ran a finger down his chest looking into his eyes with a passionate look. “Why bother wondering who I’m filling in for I’d rather talk about whose going to fill me up in a minute.”   “W-wha?” He gulped as her voice seemed to drip with sexual energy.   “Come on, you’ve never fucked someone in the back room before?” She teased him. “I promise to make it worth your night.”   The man thought about it before calling over his shoulder that he was taking a break to the other bartender.   Aphrodite smirked, mortals were just so easy.   -Jessica’s Apartment Complex-   Jessica led him to him to her apartment as she used her pass code to get through the door. It was a fairly new building thankfully when she returned she found that her imposter had good taste and since it was all in her name, why not move in. Since the Skrull Queen had been being ‘her’ the entire time the place was in Jessica’s own tastes. Hell some of her own stuff that had been in storage since her ‘death’ had been in the place. She got them to the elevator as she felt an excitement build up in her, it had been some time since she got laid and honestly the more she thought about it the more she wanted to try it with Peter.   Hell so many times she heard the questions like ‘are you spider-man’s sister?’ or ‘are you his girlfriend?’ or what was her relationship to him. Honestly it was just a twist of fate that she ended up with spider powers and hers weren’t even the same as his. She wasn’t even aware that she had been pumping out her pheromones the more they got to her place. It was a side effect of her powers, when she got turned on the more pheromones she pumped out from her body.   She noticed it a bit but it was Peter that really seemed to be on edge on the cab ride over here. They had secretly been slowly feeling the other up in the back seat. Peter hand his hand over her exposed thighs going up her skirt as the two kissed lightly on the way. She ran a hand over his own leg going up until she felt the hard length under his jeans and she smiled, this was definitely going to be fun. Both of them felt that the cab had taken too long.   By the time they got out of the cab and paid they didn’t even noticed they overpaid as she quickly got the security door open and they rushed to the elevator. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long before the elevator doors opened. They rushed in as she hit the bottom for her floor and quickly captured Peter’s lips with her own.   They hungrily clung to each other, passionately kissing each other as their hands roamed over each other. Peter pressed her up against the wall as the elevator seemed to be taking forever as he managed to push her long black hair aside to attack her exposed neck. She moaned wrapping one of her legs around his waist. She couldn’t wait, she needed some kind of release if only to take the edge off.   “Just fuck me right here!” She told him as she kicked out with her foot and actually managed to hit the emergency stop with her flexible and agile body.   “Really?” Elevator sex, that was a new one for Peter.   “I can’t wait, just once before we get to my place,” She told him hiking up her skirt to expose her purple panties. He could already see the wet spot on them and smell the musky scent of her body.   “No foreplay?” He joked undoing his pants.   “Fuck foreplay,” Jessica said her hips already moving as she moved aside her panties. “I’m so horny right now I could just die.”   Peter freed himself as his exposed cock sprang free as his pants and underwear hit the floor. She grabbed it and helped him position himself inside of her. Both groaned after finally being linked together, Jessica didn’t wait humping herself against him locking her legs around his torso as Peter grabbed her nicely shaped ass as he fucked her again the wall.   “Oh god yes! Of you feel so big in me Peter!” She cried out humping him back as hard as she could grunting out with the effort.   “Shit Jessica you’re pussy is so hot right now,” He groaned his hands kneading her ass.   Jessica held him close as she felt all seven inches of him hammering up into her, she panted heavily her hips rolling with his thrusting making him stretch and hit different sensitive areas inside of her. She then noticed the camera in the upper corner. She mentally swore as she forgot that this place had such security. Well it was late, maybe whoever was running the security office wasn’t watching the tape. It wasn’t like they had someone 24-7 on it.   She doubted that the Super was sitting back just watching the cameras but then that thought of being seen fucking Peter by someone she oddly found it kind of a turn on.   “Ugh, god you really just tightened up!” Peter groaned.   “Ugh-oh-god-ah-augh-fuck me-ugh-I’m so close!” She wondered if the camera had sound. God she was really going all out tonight for some reason. Suddenly she felt her orgasm coming closer as she locked up around him nearly whimpering as she wanted it, she wanted to cum so much.   “Jess-I’m close,” He warned her but she didn’t seem to listen as she held on even tighter with her super strength not wanting their mating to end. She cried out suddenly as her pussy tried to milk his cock for everything it was worth. He couldn’t last after that as he slammed her one more into the wall and groaned as he felt his dick pulse several times into her.   The two held each other panting as slowly Peter slipped out of her body as she got her legs back under her.   “Oh wow my legs feel all wobbly,” Jessica muttered as she rearranged her skirt and panties as she pushed the button to stop holding up the elevator.   ‘Fuck I can’t believe I got so lost in it I let him cum inside,’ Jessica thought it was a safe day but she wasn’t sure. It would be just her luck to get knocked up from being stupid like this but it just felt way too good. ‘Well I got some morning after pills.’   Peter had just finished with his pants when the elevator opened up and both were surprised to see an elderly couple waiting.   “Why was the elevator taking so long?” One of them asked.   “Not sure,” Peter said quickly, “might have to get maintenance to take a look at it.”   Both he and Jessica shared a look as they grinned, it wasn’t much longer before they made it to her place. Thankfully the little romp in the elevator helped but as soon as she locked the door behind her she threw herself at Peter kissing him again.   They moved back into her living room as they quickly started taking clothing off each other, nearly ripping them off in some cases. As soon as they were in their underwear she went down to her knees and pulled his boxers down. She saw the seven inch penis in front of her as she licked her lips and engulfed it all in one go.   “Holy shit!” Peter hadn’t expected that so far only Mary Jane and She-Hulk had been able to take all of him but Jessica did it in one go. She greedily sucked on his cock moaning out like it was the favorite thing in her world.   “Damn you’re really good at this,” Peter moaned running his hands through her hair. She was really giving him a full service job, he felt her run her tongue along his shaft, then she would have only the head in swirling it around, even tonguing the small hole at the end slightly.   She took him fully down her mouth again as he felt the tip hitting the back of her throat. She held herself there for a moment sucking the entire thing before pulling back and taking a breath a trail of saliva connecting her open mouth with his cock.   “Jesus girl,” Peter breathed.   “Can I trust you with something?” she asked him.   “Of course,” he replied.   “I actually love sucking cock,” She grinned and took him again she didn’t know why she liked doing this. She remembered the first time she tried with her first boyfriend and maybe it was the rush of it all or maybe it was the power. Here she was with just her mouth having a man under her power. She may have been on her knees at that moment but she was the one in control.   She reached behind her and undid her bra letting it slip as she pulled away and pushed up a little to placed his cock between her round breasts.   “How do these feel?”   “Oh man they feel great,” Peter felt her soft orbs the heat of her skin and body against his penis.   “You ready for another go?” She asked as he nodded his head. She laid back onto her carpet, glad for the nice soft carpeting as she peeled off her panties. She had felt the mixed juices starting to seep into them when she had been giving him a blow job.  Pulling them away and throwing them off somewhere she spread herself grinning up at him.   Peter saw her naked on the ground waiting for him, her nicely round breasts heaved with every breath, seeing her brown nipples already hard and bare pussy glistening as he slowly mounted the woman. He propped himself above her staring down at this lovely woman. Peter eased himself into her as they enjoyed linking up again only this time it wasn’t rushed, they took pleasure in their joining.   Peter reached to cup her face as he bent down to capture her lips in a long slow kiss. She moaned into his kiss cupping his face pulling him close. She felt his strong body on top of hers, those tight muscles she ran her hands over his back feeling the power under that skin. And of course gripping that wonderful ass of his, she broke the kiss to nibble on his ear lobe.   Peter groaned at the sensation of her wet and warm mouth on it he decided to return the favor and attacked her exposed neck. The two started writhing against each other slowly but powerfully moving on the floor. Peter pushed himself up and started to thrust harder into her as their eyes locked both panting out with every move.   Jessica grabbed his face with her hands as she pushed back with his every thrust loving the way he filled her body. They kept it up for a few minutes before Peter wanted to change things up a bit plus he didn’t want to accidentally give her rug burn on the entire backside of her body.   He paused as he got onto his knees holding her hips up making her arch up slightly as now he could thrust into her faster and harder in this position. Jessica rolled her head back loving the new position as he was hitting. Then suddenly he slammed into her g-spot like this making her cry out as she arched her back to the point only her shoulders were touching her carpet.   “Oh so that’s your weak spot,” Peter grinned as he tried to hit that spot again. It took a couple of tries but when she screamed out he knew he got her number now. He thrusts harder and harder into her  as she started to thrash about.   Jessica couldn’t take much more of this, her whole body felt full of electricity and not the kind when she was about to use her venom blasts. She couldn’t stop crying out as she thrusts her hips as fast and as hard as she could but she needed more. She used her hands and placed them behind her head and pushed up so that she was fully arched now but with her arms she was able to keep pushing back to meet him now.   She locked her legs around his hips as with her agility she could be in a position like this for an hour if she wanted to but she couldn’t take anymore.   “I’m going to cum Jessica!” Peter cried out thrusting even faster.   “DO IT!” She screamed as Peter thrust one more time as hard as he could and it was right into her g-spot. She gasped before crying out as her whole body tensed up and started shaking as Peter threw his head back with a cry of his own feeling himself feel like his body was trying to empty his entire balls into this minx.   They fell back onto the carpet in a heap in a tangle of post orgasmic bliss and a tangle of bodies. Both of them needed a much needed breather as their muscles needed time to relax. Peter eventually rolled off her as they lay side by side.   “Oh man that was intense,” Peter sighed.   “I’ve never tried anything like that before,” Jessica admitted as she crawled over. “I think I deserve a treat.”   She placed his flaccid cock back into her mouth now covered in their mixed juices, some women didn’t like the taste but she found out that she didn’t mind it. She pushed her long hair out of the way with one hand as she started sucking him clean but she had no intention of stopping when it was cleaned.   “Wow you really do like that,” He groaned.   She moaned an affirmative as she kept at her work.   Peter laid back and let her work her magic she was really good at this as she closed his eyes and enjoyed her talented mouth. Jessica eventually worked him back up to full length again as she had a wicked idea come to her. She let his cock go giving it a few strokes.   “You know there’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” she smirked at him.   “Do tell,” Peter smiled at her.   She got up and led him to the wall, “I’ve always wanted to see if fucking on surfaces would be interesting.”   Oh this was something Peter had actually done a few times with MJ so he took the lead. He planed his feet onto the wall as he looked to be sitting on it. He held his hands out as she placed her own feet onto the walls, it took a little adjusting as she sat down onto his dick with him holding her hips.   “A little award,” Jessica admitted.   “Lean back,” He told her.   She did holding on to the back of his neck her knees up against the wall. Peter started out slow moving his hips getting her into a rhythm soon she got the handle of it. Jessica was starting to enjoy herself as flung her head back moaning out in pleasure.   “Be sure to hold onto me,” she said.   “Got it.”   With that she flung back all the way supported by his hands on her hips as she let go of her grip around his neck. She was stretched out straight back as they fucked like that, him sitting on the wall and her completely horizontal as she yelled out in cowgirl fashion her hands spread out nearly laughing as she was fucked what felt like in mid air.   “God I wonder if this is what sex in flight feels like,” Jessica laughed.   Now that gave Peter and idea, he wondered if he could work something out with Carol sometime but then she would have to do all the flying, something to think about at least. Still he watched the beautiful woman nearly writhing in pleasure below him, every thrust sent her body jerking, her breasts slightly flattened from her position jiggled with every move, her long raven hair flung wildly about. She just looked so erotic as she started to call his name out.   “Oh Peter, Peter, fuck me Peter, oh god Peter!” She cried out nearly going limp as he thrust into her over and over again.   She never let herself get this crazy during sex before but to hell with it she was enjoying herself. She was reaching another orgasm but it was too soon she was still sensitive after her last one and wanted to make it last.   “Hold on let’s change position,” She told him as she carefully got off him and started crawling up the wall and then onto the ceiling getting onto her hands and knees. “Ever try doggy style upside down?”   “First time for everything,” Peter told her crawling up the wall to join her. He had to place his feet firmly on the ceiling as he bent his knees to get himself lined up with her. He guided himself into her waiting vagina, her lower lips parted for him again as he took hold of her hips and started rocking. She moaned out biting her lower lip slightly rocking back into him, her long hair falling down swaying with every movement.   It was odd being in this position upside down she didn’t mind with her powers she could spend all day upside down like with Peter but the sensation of gravity being completely opposite was unique. She licked her lips at it all, it was all so delicious an experience for her. She had never thought of having sex like this before it was all so new and thrilling experimenting like this.   Peter’s thrusts became harder as his hips slapped against her round ass. It was so weird doing this upside down but he was already starting to wonder if he would talk Julia into this she still had spider powers as well after all.   “Faster Peter, fuck me faster!” She begged him feeling her next orgasm coming.   He increased his pace the slapping sound grew as did their moans as Jessica threw her head around nearly screaming as they fucked quickly. Finally they reached their peak, Jessica screamed out his name as she came after two more thrusts Peter had his own. Calling for her as he emptied himself into her again filling her waiting womb with more of his hot cum.   Peter bent forward feeling her warm smooth skin of her back, they had both worked up a bit of a sweat by this point as his hands caressed her stomach and breasts.   “God…that was…unique to say the least,” Peter groaned out.   “No kidding,” Jessica felt her whole body shiver under his touch. She really wished she had done this years ago with him.   “Got anything else you’d want to try out,” Peter asked her. “Although but I might need a minute or so to recharge.”   “How about we just get into bed for a bit,” she smiled.   “I could go with that,” he agreed as they decided to get off the ceiling as they took it to her bedroom. Both of them got onto her bed cuddling up against each other as they slowly caressed each other.  They slowly kissed enjoying each other’s company spending the rest of the night and a little of the morning in that bed.   Next up Chapter 10: The Virgin   Well please remember to rate and leave a comment, I’m open to any suggestions people might have and maybe even add in certain woman as a one shot if I can swing it.  

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Chapter 0 - Defeat of the Sirens

Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men Evolution or anything about Marvel or make a profit from this. =================================================================== AN: (Important) This is a dark fic and should not be read by anyone under 18 years old. If rape offends you then DON’T read this story just ignore it, don’t complain about it to me either as I warned you about it. This is just an experimental fic I wanted to try and do a fic based on something like this just once. I had this up before but I decided to repost it as someone asked for it. I also edited it slightly. =================================================================== DEFEAT OF THE SIRENS Jean, Kitty, Rogue, Amara were in Lance’s jeep after it was ‘acquired’ and being driven by Tabitha. The girls had been doing their Siren thing for a while now and they all were feeling like nothing could touch them. Using their powers to take down criminals and other scum was making them feel like they were not only doing something worth while but it was a real rush too. “Hey guys check it out!” Amara said to a group that looked like a gang busting up a window of a shop. “Oh yeah it’s party time girls,” Tabitha grinned gunning the jeep to them. The gang itself was named the Reavers, they were just a street gang mostly made up of hard cases. Most were runaways from foster homes or broken homes. They only had each other, and they were also mean and nasty. They made no excuses for what they did, they just figured if like was going to fuck them over then they would fuck it right back. One of the members Davis a nineteen year old who ran off from his home two years back and he never looked back. The gang was his family now, he looked about average blonde hair and grey eyes although what no one knew, not even him was that he was a mutant. His powers were purely impassive and he didn’t even know about them either. He created a field around him that nullified mutant powers. And since no one knew what a mutant was then there was no way to know, or for the Sirens to know what they were going to get into. They noticed a jeep coming at them and they jumped out of the way as five young women dressed to kill stepped out. “Okay you guys are like so totally going to get it now,” Kitty smiled jumping out of the jeep. “Shit are they who I think they are?” One of the gang asked, he heard about some group known as the Sirens. “Fuck it, down the alley fast!” Davis yelled and they ran, the Sirens ran after them. What they didn’t know was that Davis had them run down there for a specific reason. When the Sirens caught up to them they soon found that the alleyway held more member of the gang much more. They were outnumbered but that wasn’t something they were worried about. It was Jean that first noticed something was wrong, she couldn’t feel their minds and when she tried to use her powers to her shock nothing happened. “Guys something is wrong I can’t use my powers.” Tabitha looked to her hands and nothing happened, no energy or anything. Amara tried next and soon enough they figured out something was terribly wrong. The gang members weren’t sure what was going on but they pressed on. The girls however decided to fight back, they weren’t going down easily and powers or no they would fight on. Rogue met Davis and ducked a punch as he rammed a fist into his ribs, the floored him with a haymaker to his face but a sharp pain in the back of her head knocked her to the floor. The others fought on, they managed to hurt the gang, some fell but in the end they were just too many of them. And these were hardened fighters, people who lived on the streets and every day was a fight for survival. In the end through their ruthlessness and sheer numbers they managed to beat the Sirens although it wasn’t an easy fight. Davis wiped his bloody lip feeling the pain there as he looked down at the one that had hit him. His rib hurt and she was slowly getting up, but the last thing he liked was getting smacked around. He had enough of that with his parents and that’s why he left, he hated them and now this little bitch and her friends got into their business, tried to knock them around. Who the hell did they think they were? Well he had enough of this, he was going to teach these bitches you don’t try and take down the Reavers, they all lived on their own because no one wanted them. They had to do what they had to, to survive and he wasn’t going to let this go unpunished. He stepped up behind her and gripped her jacked and pulled it down to pain her arms, “Hold them down guys I’m going to show them what it means to mess with us.” ”What the fuck are you doing?” Rogue yelled out as he dragged her up and threw her over a garbage can. She tried to struggle and he punched her in the kidneys making her grunt in pain. But when she felt him reach for her belt her eyes widen in fear as she thought she knew what he had planned. She started to struggle harder now, trying to kick him in the groin or something. The other girls tried to get up but the gang outnumbered them and held them down. Jean got to her feet trying to run at him but two of his friends grabbed her and punched her in the gut so hard the wind was knocked out of her as she doubled over in pain. Rogue felt him grip the hem of her pants as he pulled them down, now she couldn’t kick but she still struggled. But the fear was on her heart, if her powers had been working she shouldn’t have to worry about this. It like some sick joke on her part the first time she touched someone in years and now she was going to be raped. She had no illusions about any kind of save she knew what was coming, she wanted to cry at this but she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction she felt him rip away her panties. “Leave her alone!” Kitty yelled out. One of the two girls of the gang slapped her face, “Shut it bitch you’ll get yours soon enough!” Kitty didn’t say anything as that thought of her being raped with the others didn’t occur to her she had been thinking too much about Rogue. Davis grinned as he looked at the pale ass as he pulled down his pants this chick had a nice body and he was already hard just thinking about taking her. He freed his erection and he could see that she was putting up a brave face, well he’d see about that. She jumped when he placed the head of his cock at her pussy and then gripping her hips he slammed into her. Rogue screamed out in pain, it was worse then she thought it would be, she was totally dry and he was anything but gentle. He tore through her hymen and buried himself in one thrust. She felt tears in her eyes and tried her best not to cry, but it was hard. When he pulled out it felt like sandpaper against her skin. ”Oh shit I think this fucking bitch was a virgin.” Davis grinned seeing the blood coming out of her. “Well how do you like that?” “Well then give it to her man, show her what it means to fuck with us.” One of the gang members said a few laughing at that. Davis started to thrust without mercy into her body, Rogue whimpered with each thrust it hurt so much. She closed her eyes as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. The others couldn’t watch as their friend was raped, they heard him grunting and calling her vile things, the slap of his skin on her ass, her pain filled whimpers. Davis couldn’t believe how tight the bitch was, it was a bit easier going with her blood helping to lubricate her body but he knew it was hurting. But that’s the point of this anyway. “Oh yeah feel it! Feel it you fucking whore! Yeah you like that bitch! You like having my cock rape that tight pussy of yours? Come on cry you cum slut, you’re my bitch now!” He cried out, Rogue wasn’t moving now every move made it hurt worse she just wanted it to be over with. She wasn’t listening to him she just kept wanting it to be over with. He raped her for over five minutes and by the end Rogue had tears streaking her face but still she refused to give him the satisfaction of making her cry out or beg. The other girls tried yelling at them or for help but ended up only getting hurt, Amara had nearly her arm broken by one brute. Rogue felt him speeding up and she knew he was close to climax and a part of her was thankful it was nearly over. There was another that wanted to tell him to pull out she didn’t want him to cum inside of her but that was mostly what he wanted. “Argh-argh-fucking bitch-I’m cuming-argh-I’m going-to fucking-cum-oh yeah-right inside you!” Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust and then he finally he sped up and after several short thrust he held himself inside of her as his cock pumped out more and more cum. Rogue wanted the throw up at the feeling of his cum inside of her but at least it was over finally. The other girls were glad as well it was hard to see one of their own brought down like that and they looked with hate at the gang if only they had their powers they would make them pay for this. Davis held himself in until he felt himself getting soft the girl was a nice lay even if she wasn’t into it. He slapped her ass once as he pulled out seeing her try and expel his cum, it was leaking out along with her blood as he pulled his pants back up. “Well this is one hell of a nice fuck, I wonder what the others are like?” “No!” Jean shouted out at them horrified that the rest of them would suffer Rogue’s fate. She hated seeing Rogue there trying not to show any weakness but her shaking body told that she was fighting her tears. “You can’t do this, haven’t you done enough?” A large muscle man in leathers and tattoos gripped the back of her hair making her wince in pain, this was Duke the leader of the Reavers, “Listen bitch you and your friends came into our turf, started some shit you couldn’t finish and now we’re going to make examples out of all of you.” He looked up at the rest of his gang, “Alright tie them up and get them ready. We’ll take them to out home and these girls are going to show us some hell of a time.” “Fuck you, you freak!” Tabitha shouted out at him trying to pull free only getting a punch to her temple making her dizzy. “I think we should gag them just on the safe side,” One of the women with blue dyed hair said. She had a few piercing on her face in various places. “Besides I’m getting annoyed with them bitching.” They forced gags into their mouths from whatever they could find and marched them through the back alleys. Rogue was forced to walk with her pants down as she felt the blood and cum running down her legs. They were marched until they reached a dead end as one of the gang pulled up a large shutter. The girls were forced inside where the gang made their home in the area. It was an old abandoned warehouse they had been converting. There were dirty old mattresses on the floor where they slept, they found that the pluming still worked and there was only one shower and a few toilets. They managed to steel power and cable from a neighbouring building on the roof, no one noticed much of that. The place was home in a way to them, at least those that lived here they were trying to find a better place but this was it at the moment. Each girl was thrust onto a dirty mattress each one knew what would happen to them. “Alright divide up boys,” Duke smiled at his gang, “Something tells me it will take a lot to take the fight out of them to help the others out.” “Which one do you want lover?” Said the other female member of the gang, she went by Shiva, a punk rocker style with blood red hair dye in her hair. She was Duke’s girl and was actually bisexual she loved to help him out with new meet like this. Duke looked them over and grinned, “I’ll take the red head you know I love them.” He grinned at her as they kissed and the warped couple made their way to Jean. By then the gang members took the gags out, no one would hear them here, and they fell upon them as they started to rip off clothing and get to work. Duke had his girl Shiva held her arms down as he went to take her clothing off. Jean kept kicking at him as he tried to take her boots and jeans off. “Hold still you bitch and this will be a lot easier, you don’t want me mad.” Jean just glared back at him. It took some time to get her boots and leather jeans off leaving her in red panties. He took it and just ripped it off of her, Jean wince at the material bit into her skin. He gripped her thighs as he pulled them aside. “Someone take her legs damn it!” Duke yelled and two men did just that. Duke pulled her top up to expose her bra and he ripped that open, “Damn look on the tits in this one,” Shiva said licking her lips. “Oh yeah she’s build for fucking alright,” Duke grinned as Jean knew it was going to happen now no matter what. Duke pulled off his pants and Jean’s eyes looked to the massive penis there he was hung large and long. “Oh yeah he’s going to tare that pussy of yours apart with that thing, trust me on this one,” Shiva whispered into her as she licked her face. She pulled off the gag she wanted to hear her for this. “Oh god please don’t do this,” Jean said softly her heart hammering in her chest already she heard the others screaming or crying or moaning as their rapes started. She couldn’t look she was busy herself. Duke rubbed his cock against her slit and Jean tried to fight him off. Then it happened he thrust into her, “AHHH!” Jean cried out feeling like she was being split open. He thrust again reaching her hymen, “OW! Oh god please take it out! Stop!” Then he gripped her breasts painfully as he thrust in. Jean screamed out loudly, Duke savoured this moment and then he started to pound her. Jean was in more pain then she had ever had, it felt like she was being ripped apart inside and his hands on her chests hurt as well. He went with hard powerful thrusts, “OW! OH GOD! PLEASE! ARRGH! UGH! OWWWW!” Tears were coming out of her eyes as he was slow and methodical with her. He reached down to bite into her breast, nearly breaking the skin, or feeling like he was trying to tare her nipple out. When Jean finally opened her eyes she saw a new horror, there was someone walking around with a camera, they were video taping this. She felt more sick to her stomach and rage then she ever had in that moment but she was too busy with Duke pounding her flesh raw, calling her vile things as he raped her. He raped her for over ten minutes but for Jean if felt a lot longer, then finally with his thrusting became rapid and finally he grunted and slammed his way into her. Jean could feel him pressing up against her cervix as he cam inside of her, his sperm invading her waiting womb. He pulled out panting and Jean got a small moment to relax finally, it didn’t last long. She whimpered as another man took his place and started to rape her as well she just hoped it would hurry and be finished quickly but that thought soured as she knew there would be more men."Oh god I can't wait," one of them said with his pants already off an a hard on showing as he straddled her chest. "I got to fuck these tities." "Go for it man!" one of the men holding her arms down said.He took her breasts and squeezed them together as he started to fuck her breasts. He groaned in pleasure as he used her soft breasts. "Shit guys her tits feel great around my cock." For Jean she couldn't believe she was thinking it but at least it wasn't as bad as the man who was also currently raping her pussy at least her breasts weren't too painful but it was still humiliating as she tried to hold back the sobs and tough it out. She tried to focus on something else, anything else to take her mind away from this hell. "Shit I'm going to cum." A few of the others laughed, "A little quick on the draw huh?" "Shut the fuck up!" he told them angrily. "I'm going to pain this bitch's face with my cum." "Yeah do it, do it!"Jean saw him speed up and closed her eyes and turned her head just in time as he stiffened and groaned. She felt the hot fluids against the side of her face, going into her long red hair, a little landed on her lips and one of her eyes."Yeah that's a good look for you slut," He told her getting off her chest as the other man continued to rape her. At that point Jean broke down and cried, she had been beaten, raped and now humiliated. All the strength went out of her as she just prayed for this night to end soon, to get away for someone to save them. Kitty wasn’t doing much better, a man had her in a full nelson lock with her arm painfully behind her and every time she tried to move he would increase the pressure. But she had to fight back after seeing their plans for her and the others she didn’t want this to happen to her. She tried to kick them as they tried to take her pants off. “Like get the fuck away from me! You’re not touching me you animals!” One of them had enough of this, he punched her hard in her stomach. She groaned out in pain and she loosened up a bit, but then he punched her again, then again, and again. He kept on punching her in the stomach so much she actually threw up after the fifth punch. Her legs had gone week and she felt the tears on her eyes. They had little trouble taking her pants off as others ripped off her top, as soon as they were done stripping her she was thrown onto one of the old mattresses. She tried to crawl away but the pain in her stomach was hard to ignore, she got onto her hands and knees and made for a small crawl but someone gripped her hips the next thing she knew pain exploded inside of her as she screamed out from someone ramming their dick into her once virgin body. Kitty wasn’t like the others she cried freely as she was taken.“Oh yeah like that you little wore, like a big dick in you huh?” her rapist taunted her and she just cried. She never thought anything like this would happen to her. She yelped when someone gripped her hair and pulled her head up seeing a man in front of her sporting an erection. “Open up.” She considered keeping her mouth shut but then the man behind her slapped her ass hard making her cry out, it was silenced as she was gagged by the cock in her mouth, and he was pushing it further down to her throat. She tried to use a hand to push him off but he had a firm grip on her hair as he raped her mouth. She gagged, struggling for breath but he wasn’t satisfied. He thrust in deep cutting off her air supply, “You better start sucking me off bitch, using that tongue of yours or I swear you’ll die with a cock in your mouth.” For a moment Kitty wanted to die, she was stripped, being raped and she hurt so much. But she didn’t want to die like this, she tried to suck and lick the organ with her tongue like he said but she had no idea what she was doing, drool came down her mouth and chin as she kept making gagging noises in time with the man raping her from behind. Kitty tried everything to get him to cum just so she could breath again, eventually she found a way and he held her face to his crotch as she felt the warm liquid shot down her throat. When he pulled free she started coughing up some of his cum that didn’t make it down. Seeing this made the guy behind her speed his thrusts up, she knew what was coming but only sobbed knowing she couldn't stop it. Then she felt him shoot his load into her young body and she cringed feeling the vile warmth fill her pussy. He finally pulled out but by the looks of a few men around her they weren’t finished with her. She screamed as another one flipped her onto her back and took her pussy and it started all over again. He pounded into her this one leaned over and grabbed her breasts so hard it hurt."You don't got much in the tit department bitch but you're a tight one," He said cruelly to her as his cock continued its invasion of her abused cunt. She was more slick now thanks to the cum of her previous rapist and some of her own blood but she was still tight given her small size and once virgin body. Amara had tried fighting back as several men took her and dragged her over to a mat. She swore and clawed at them. Two men grabbed her hands as one slapped her face hard, her vision swam as she saw stars. Then another as someone kicked her stomach, she would have fallen over they hadn’t been holding her up. She looked up and her eyes widen in fear as one came at her with a knife.“Now don’t move unless you want to be cut girl,” He told her trailing the cold metal over her face. She watched in horror as he cut her clothing off, first her top exposing her breasts to the air, he trailed it lightly over them as she flinched in fear. Then he undid her pants and they helped to strip her. She was held up by her arms as two other took her legs.Her deep breathing make her small but perky dark skinned breasts heave with every breath in an erotic display to them. Her dark brown nipples were exposed for the world to see as she looked on with panicked eyes as she prayed for any kind of deliverance. They spread her pussy for them all to see her pink virgin flesh as she started to struggle again, “No stop this! I won’t be raped by the likes of you!” She tried her best to fight them off but they held down her arms as another grabbed one of her legs. “You ain’t got no choice,” the man with the knife told her, he had his pants down and held her hips. She tried to move but she couldn’t she felt the tip of his cock at her virgin entrance and then he shoved it in. She cried out in pain and humility as she was violated she felt the tears running down her face as he painfully shoved himself into her younger and smaller body. It felt like she had a metal pole inside of her that was trying to rip her apart.She screamed out as he started the thrust crudely with powerful thrusts. "Ahhh-Ahhh-Ughh-Ahh!" Her rhythmic screaming matched with every thrust into her tight once virgin body. "God she's so fucking tight boys!" He laughed as his hands covered her naked tits, they easily encompassed them as he painfully squeezed them making her cry out even more as she tried in vain to move. "Not much for tits though." "Try one of the others, that red head, blonde and goth have got great tits." One of the men holding her arms commented looking over at the other rapes. "Can't wait to see what they feel like, been too long since we got to party with some new girls." "Gods please stop! It hurts! It hurts!" Amara screamed out which only caused him to thrust even harder into her sore pussy her insides felt like they were on fire from the dryness. "Of course it hurts you bitch! You thought you would push us around and not take any consequences?" Her rapist snarled at her. "You and your friends are going to learn you don't mess with us!" He continued plowing her until he was at his limit, he threw his head back crying out in joy as he felt his release. Amara wailed in despair as she felt his hot cum flooding her body she went limp as the fight finally was out of her. He had finished and used her up, she felt like she had nothing left to fight for he had taken away her maidenhood and sullied her body. She barely noticed when a new man got between her legs until he entered her and a whole new pain was again upon her.She sobbed to herself hoping that they would just finish with her quickly, she just wanted to curl up and die in that moment. She barely noticed when they played with her breasts, their hands molesting her, mouths on her nipples biting or sucking on the sensitive buds. After a moment her second rapist figured out she had stopped fighting back. He told the others to let go of her arms as he continued on Amara only whimpering as he continued to violate her young body.He grew a bit bored and turned her onto her stomach as his hands groped her tight toned Brazilian ass before pulling her hips up and entering her again. Amara just hid her face under her long hair pressing her forehead into the ground below her hiding her shame and tears from them. Eventually she felt him thrusting harder and faster and knew he was going to cum in her. She didn't care anymore, she was already soiled and more didn't matter. He stiffened as he came filling her with more hot seed as he let her hips fall to the ground.Amara was on her stomach now she had just been raped twice and her crotch leaked out cum and a little blood from her torn innocence as it stained the mattress. She couldn’t take it and started crying as she felt the mattress shift and whimpered knowing she was going to be raped again. ‘Gods please no, why have you abandoned me and my friends?’ She silently prayed to her gods based on the old Roman ones of the past. The man looked at the young Brazilian girl and when he saw her he wanted to fuck her, especially when he saw that ass of hers, he always thought Brazilian girls had the best asses. He ran his dick over her slit getting a little lube he didn’t care for her comfort just wanted to get it in there. He pulled her ass apart and for a moment Amara wondered what he was doing. When she felt the head resting on her rectum her eyes widened. “Oh gods no! Please not that! No-IIIEEEEEHHHHH!” She lifted her head to scream as her virgin ass was penetrated by the head of his cock. “NO! It’s too big! Stop! Please! OWWWW! UUGGHH! AWWWW! S-Stop it!” She cried out feeling him push deeper and deeper. It felt like he was killing her and a part of her hoped she did die from this, at that moment she didn’t want to live. He started to pump her ass as she pegged him to stop as she cried and screamed out. He was in heaven her ass was just perfect, if he could he wondered if he could take her again later in the ass. “Oh yeah bitch here I cum baby, oh yeah!” He shouted in joy and Amara whimpered feeling her ass fill with his warm liquid. It didn’t do anything to stop the burning pain in her ass but when he pulled out she started crying curing up into a ball. She just wanted to be left alone now, she didn't want them to touch her again not after that but she felt someone pulling on her hair."Suck it slut, I want to rape that red head and I need a pick me up or else when I'm hard I'll take it out on your ass." One of the gang members told her. Amara could see that his dick had already cum on it and some traces of blood. She didn't know which of her friends he had already raped but the thought of preparing him to rape Jean made her sick. But she didn't think she could handle another round and she wasn't sure if he meant he was just going to rape her pussy or literally take her ass.Sniffling she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she felt the disgusting dick thrust into it. He held her head as he violently fucked her mouth like a sex toy making her gag and chock. It would only be a small reprieve as already others were lining up to use her body but with her eyes closed she tried not to think about where she was or what was happening to her.Tabitha was on her knees gritting her teeth as a man held her arms painfully behind her back as he fucked her pussy from behind. Her legs had a small trail of blood coming out of her pussy as she felt the burning pain of his invasion.  “You bastard! I swear I’m going to fucking rip your dick off after this!” She shouted out at him calling him all kinds of names. Her arms hurt from how they were being pulled back by this point and she wasn't sure what hurt more her arms or her pussy.  Suddenly someone gripped her hair forcing her to look at someone’s erection. “Get ready to suck me whore.” The one in front of her said. “You put anything in there and you’ll lose it,” She hissed out trying to block out the pain she was already in. He didn’t think she would and forced her to open up and jammed his cock, but she wasn’t bluffing she bite down hard making him scream out as he pulled out and clutched his dick. “God damn it, you asked for it, hold her down,” The one raping her told them as he stopped. Tabitha wasn’t sure what was going to happen she could deal with this raping she hoped but she got satisfaction from hurting at least one of them. Soon they held her down into a spread eagle as she saw the man come back with a belt and she got a nasty feeling in her gut. “Time for you to learn your place,” He said and used the belt to whip her. First he struck her breast making a red welt on it, Tabitha cried out in pain calling him every vile thing she could, so he just kept whipping her. He struck her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, then he moved to her pussy and that made her scream. Especially when he hit her clit she made a very loud scream that burned her lugs. By the end she couldn’t muster the strength to curse him, she was in too much pain and everyone has a breaking point. After over ten minutes of whipping she had enough, she pegged to stop, tears running freely. By then he did stop and he pulled her upright it was hard since her body hurt so much and she saw a dick in front of her she knew what he wanted. She put aside any pride she had left and opened her mouth and started to give him oral sex, even though she wasn’t sure if she hated them for it, or herself for doing it.He gripped her head hard as he fucked her mouth with brutal thrusts chocking her each time. She kept making gagging noises as he raped her mouth she placed her hands on his abs pounding on him but he didn't stop. She was afraid she might actually chock to death this way, she had to get him off as the lack of air wasn't helping. She ran her tongue, actively sucked him as best she could hoping to get him off quickly. Thankfully her plan worked as he threw his head back with a groan as he forced her face into his crotch.She felt the hot seed being shot into her mouth, it made her want to throw up but he held her there knowing he wanted her to swallow it. She did her best and thankfully he pulled out, she took in a huge gasp of air followed by her chocking from the sperm still in her mouth and throat. She was on her hands and knees coughing and spitting out the cum in her mouth onto the cold floor.Tabitha was thrown onto her back as the next male impaled himself into her body making her hiss in pain. He started to thrust as Tabitha kept making mental plans on all the things she wanted to do to them when she got her powers back. Maybe make some bombs and stuff them up their asses to blow up brought a small smile to her eyes."Hey man flip her over." one of them said. "Why?" Her current rapist asked not stopping. "I think the blonde could use another dick in her." He grinned making the other catch on. He rolled them both over as now Tabitha was on top but she refused to move she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of her helping him rape her. She figured the guy was going to use her mouth and waited but he never came around in fact her eyes widened as he felt her pushing his cock up her ass.She cried out as he started to slowly shove himself deeper, each thrust going in slightly more than the other. "Man you should have seen her fucking face!" The one below her laughed.Tabitha cried despite herself it was too much for her, having two dicks in her at the same time felt like they were going to split her in two. "You mother fuckers!" Tabitha yelled at them feeling the burning sensation as he pushed further and further into her ass. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Just shut the fuck up and take it like a slut," The one in her ass told her giving her ass a huge slap making her cry out in pain as a red welt started to show. It took some time but he finally managed to bury himself in her ass.Tabitha cursed them out as they started to fuck her, tears coming down her face as she tried to be defiant but it just hurt so much. It was too much for her, she could feel them both almost against each other in her body as they roughly plowed her young body. When they finally came she actually felt relieved that it was over. They pulled out of her leaving her to lay there on the ground she could feel the cum leaking from both holes.She could hear the cries, moans and screams around her, she felt like she was locked in a nightmare. Suddenly she was turned to her back as yet another male mounted her and shoved himself into her abused pussy. A man sat on her chest as he started to use her breasts to masturbate his dick. Tabitha closed her eyes as her teeth and fists clenched. If only she had her powers, she thought to herself. Davis was already having his second go at Rogue, she had been stripped and now he was between her legs humping her hard and like an animal, he wanted this bitch to pay and he was going to do it. Rogue closed her eyes as grunts and whimpers were forced out of her body. Davis grinned as he gripped her nicely sized breasts he didn’t get to the first time and boy did she have a pair on her. He leaned down to suck hard on the nipple, licking it and biting it as he pumped her body, she was still nice and tight. Rogue felt the pain and no matter the mixed blood and semen didn’t help easing this anymore. She couldn’t believe that she and the others were being raped, it just didn’t seem like something that would ever happen to them but it was. She kept hoping this was some nightmare but she knew she wouldn’t wake up. She just wished that he would end soon, Davis stopped toying with her breasts and gripped her shoulders and he pounded her as hard as he could. He saw her wince and he wanted her to cry out for what she did, “Come on bitch scream like your friends, scream and I’ll cum and stop.” Rogue wanted to he was hurting her badly but he kept on fucking her brutally. ‘Oh god please stop it! It hurts so much! I don’t know how much I can take! Please someone help us, someone end this!’ She screamed in her mind but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Davis got an idea and took hold of her nipples and twisted them very hard, he finally got his scream out of Rogue as she tried to move her arms but they were being pinned down. Her chest moved side to side as she cried out in pain, “God please! Stop it! AGGGHHH!” “Oh yeah that’s what I wanted, and here's my cum bitch!” He groaned as he filled her with more of his sperm, filling up her pussy as it shot into her womb to join his last shot. He climbed off her leaving her there panting in pain. He was replaced by another and once more she felt the pain of a dick entering her body. Thankfully he wasn't as big and the cum already in her made it slid but it didn't help with the humiliation of it all.The boy thrust in with hard thrusts almost like he wanted to thrust all the way through her body, each one making her cry out a little. He didn't seem content with just her pussy as he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit down hard making her cry out in pain. Then he started suckling on it like he was trying to get milk out of it while his other hand went to her free breast. The palm gripped the flesh cruelly his fingers painfully pinching her nipple making blood flow to it.Rogue just closed her eyes trying to think it was Scott fucking her like she had always wanted, she never thought of him as this rough but it helped a little as she tried to lose herself in her fantasy. She felt him thrusting quickly as he groaned and again she felt a man's cum filling her body. She felt someone grab her hair and forced her to her hands and knees. She saw the cock in front of her face and knew what he wanted."Suck it bitch," He told her. She was about to tell him to fuck off but Tabitha's screaming got her attention as she saw the blonde girl being whipped by someone's belt. She swallowed knowing these bastards would do that and most likely worse to her. She opened her mouth closing her eyes as he thrust his cock in, she chocked on it as he roughly fucked her face. Then she felt someone behind her entering her body again, for the first time in her life she wished for her powers back. If only she had her powers than no one would touch her like this again, no one would hurt her again. She felt it was truly a cruel world when the only time she could touch was for this to happen to her. Kitty wasn’t sure what was going on anymore she could barely think through the pain and humiliation. Her stomach felt sick from drinking down more semen then she ever wanted to. Her thighs were sticky from the cum leaking out of her vagina.  Someone picked her up and she only whimpered she didn’t have the strength to fight back. He sat down as he held her legs open as he vagina was wide and leaking out cum, “Well looks like you got pretty stuffed in there, how about we open up that other hole?” Kitty only closed her eyes and wanted to cry she knew what was coming, she had seen Amara raped in the ass several times by this point, she looked to see Amara not moving as two men had her between them one in her pussy the other in her ass. She had passed out from the pain but still they raped her, Kitty envied that she wanted to do that to just pass out. “URRRGGHH!” She grunted out as she felt him lowering her onto his member as it stretched out her ass. He slowly moved her down until she was halfway then letting her rest a bit before he slammed her down, Kitty’s head flew back in a scream. She thrashed around wanting to get the burning pain out of her ass as he held onto her. "STOP! STOP PLEASE!" "Stop we just started," He grinned making her rid his prick only making her small body bounce up and down as Kitty couldn't stop screaming. She had never thought that she could feel so much pain, he felt like he was thrusting a pipe or something up her ass. She wasn't sure but she wouldn't be surprised if he was making rips in her bowls by forcing himself up there so violently. With her body weight working against her it was too easy for him to impale her on his dick. She threw her head side to side screaming with every thrust, she had thought the rapes of them using her pussy were bad but this was even worse."Please stop!" She cried out her face was a twisted mask of pain as the tears were flowing like a river. "You sorry that you bitches tried to fuck with us?" The man grunted as he held her hips forcing the slim girl up and down onto his cock. "Yes! Yes I'm sorry so please stop!" "Stop what?" "Stop raping me and my friends! Please, we'll-we'll never come back there again!" Kitty just wanted to say anything that he would want to hear just to make the pain stop.  He kept thrusting up into her making her cry out with every thrust.  Her face covered in tears as she wailed away as she was anally raped by the young man behind her. The girls went though their rapes each one slowly started to chip away at them. Jean was between two men one in her ass the other in her pussy as she was screaming out from the pain, soon a third man walked in front of her silencing her cries with his own manhood in her mouth. Still she cried out as her body protected the two invaders behind her working together.  Rogue on her hands and knees taking a cock in her pussy as she was sucking on two cocks. She felt like throwing up but one of them grabbed her short hair painfully knowing full well they could get rougher with her if they needed to. Tabitha was on her back with a man between her legs and another on her chest using her tits to fuck her. She kept cursing them out letting them know they could ravage her body but she still wasn't broken, although it was a hollow victory as on the inside she just wanted it all to end.   Amara woke up to more raping as she placed an arm over her eyes and cried as the new male inside of her abused vagina hammered into her young body without pity or remorse. Soon a man pulled her arm away and forced to her suck him off. She was too beaten to defy him at the moment and just limply did as she was told. Kitty was taking a brutally big cock that felt like it was damaging her insides, she had cried her voice nearly horse and just moaned out as the man used her like a sex object. The camera operator filming all of this took it all in, he filmed himself getting a blow job by the goth, then banging the red head. “Hey guys how about we have a little lesbian action for the tape?” “Now that is some thinking,” Duke said with having Kitty suck him off. He pulled out and ejaculated onto her face smiling at how she just took it. “Okay pair them up, girls you get the one left over.” Shiva and Glory grinned they were already undressed like everyone else as they had been masturbating to it all. Now they picked the red head to fuck. Rogue was dragged over to Kitty as Amara was dragged to Tabitha. They forced the girls into a 69 position and the humiliation was just too great. The girls didn’t want to do it, one of them sent a boot to Amara’s ass forcing Tabitha’s face into her crotch as someone took her hair and shoved her into Tabitha’s abused pussy. Rogue didn’t want to do this, but when someone took a belt to her ass she knew she had no choice. All the girls started to lick each other, tasting all the blood and cum, and they couldn’t help the moans that came out of their throats. After so much abuse it was too much to actually feel some pleasure for once. Each girl didn’t think about what they were doing, they had never thought of another woman in that way and it was nearly too much for them but they had to do it. If only for a moment of pleasure. They started to get into it after awhile as they tuned out all the cheers and comments. They just needed some comfort and something to battle all the pain, eventually each one of them actually came to their shame but they didn’t stop, they knew stopping meant only pain. Despite the disgusting taste that filled their mouths of mixtures of various cum and some left over blood.Tabitha did her best to console Amara who was silently trying not to break down and cry. Tabitha gently caressed the girl trying to let her know it would be okay. She felt the Brazilian teen's tongue lightly on her own abused pussy. It was something that took away the throbbing pain as she did her best to help Amara out.Kitty had nearly thrown up in her own task, this was even more disgusting for her than the rapes but it wasn't as physically harmful. She just hoped that as she licked at Rogue's cunt they would let them rest after this. She closed her eyes as she tried to eat out her best friend and not think about what she was actually doing. She concentrated on what Rogue was doing, imagining it was a guy going down on her. Jean was forced onto her back as Glory a blonde with a shaved pussy sat on her face, “Go on Red use that tongue of yours, oh yeah that’s it.” She grinned groping her breasts as she rode Jean’s face. Jean had no idea what she was doing only that she had to do this, she saw what happened when you fought them, it was just easier to give them what they wanted and hoped it would be over soon. Shiva stared to lick Jean’s pussy making the girl shudder, she wanted to clean the red head out and her tongue went to work. If she knew one thing it was how to eat pussy, it wouldn’t take her long to make Jean actually have a climax. When Jean moaned out into Glory’s cunt it sent the other girl into orgasm covering Jean’s face in her juices. “Oh yeah that’s it bitch keep it up.” Shiva meanwhile got out one of her toys it was a very large strap on, it was ribbed but it was hard plastic meaning that it wasn't pleasant to have it inside of you. Shiva got it from a special S&M store that had plenty of painful toys she liked to use. Seeing this Glory turned around so now she was facing the other way knowing what was to come and got ready. After Shiva strapped it on she got between the red head’s legs and hammered it in. Jean’s body stiffened and twisted at the painful entry, the ribs although not tearing the sensitive flesh sure felt that way to her. She screamed out in pain as she found the energy to thrash about. "You ain't going anywhere until you get me off Red," Glory told her getting a hold of Jean's hands and pinning them over Jean's head using her body weight to keep the leverage as she felt Jean's screaming mouth on her pussy.  Shiva quickly grabbed hold of Jean's waist as she held it up and started to fuck the red head as Jean's legs kicks wildly in the air behind her. Jean screamed into Glory’s cunt as the blond cried out in ecstasy, she loved pain being her own or someone else’s and she knew Shiva's toys were the best for giving pain without damaging the body. She rode the red head's face forcing the girl to eat her out, not easy when the girl was screaming and crying but she didn't care about that, this bitch and her friends tried fucking with her and the boys and now they were the ones who were getting fucked.The other girls were already eating each other out with a passion as they tried to escape the pain but it didn’t last. A couple of the members eventually got bored and then started to rape the asses of the girl on top. Making them cry out in pain into the cunt of the one under them. When they were finished they would turn them around and then the other girl would get it. It went on like that for awhile, the girls couldn’t fight back anymore they were just too tired and too abused. Glory and Shiva after they were done with Jean who was then had another man start to rape her again, went around to the other girls. They would make them suck their pussies, or fuck them with dildos. They even fisted the girls, Kitty took one of the fists deep and hard, she passed out screaming after about five minutes. After three hours of torment the gang had finally had enough. All the girls were aching, tired, and humiliated. Some found it just too hard to move or just didn’t want to. Kitty had a blank look on her face as she had retreated into her mind, Tabitha and Rogue had passed out although they had been raped so many times they had passed out to just get some rest. Amara was curled up into a ball shivering and Jean was nearly passed out on her stomach having used up all her tears and strength hours ago. Duke picked himself up looking them over, “Well I think we should get a few drinks, and a break. These whores could really take it.” “Yeah think we can keep them big man?” One of them asked putting on his pants. “Yeah we can make a sequel to our little movie as well,” The guy with the camera was looking at the play back of the gang rape movie. He already was thinking of putting it up on the web, they could make some nice money off of them. “Maybe we can set up a few cameras, we can make a whole movie one of each bitch.” “Oh hell yeah how much you think we can get off them?” Davis asked putting on his shirt. They could live off them at this rate but first they would need some supplies and other things. “Well let’s think of that later,” Shiva stretched out thinking of getting a few new toys for them to use for next time. “But let’s leave a few behind just to make sure they don’t crawl out of here,” She laughed at the site of them. All of them had cum leaking out of their pussies, asses, some stained in blood, bruises all over their bodies. Most of their faces were okay except for the cum over it, in their hair, some had it on their breasts and back. Duke left a few of them behind to look after the Sirens, and said if they were up to it to bang any that gave any trouble. After five minutes with Davis out of range that was when the girls started to feel something, Jean was first to notice. She could hear the thoughts suddenly, she could feel the pain of every one of her friends. ‘My powers…They’re…They’re back,’ She thought, Jean wanted to cry for having them back and cursing for not having them again. She started to get up and a few of the gang walked over to them. “Ready for more Red?” One of them sneered at her. Jean’s eyes turned to them in rage, pain and hate. She took all their pain, all of it and jammed it right into the minds of all the gang members. They were all screaming on the floor clutching their heads, screaming in pain. Some of them started to cry as well and she took satisfaction in that. This roused the other girls as they slowly got up, all the remaining gangs were on the floor twitching as they had to deal with all the pain and suffering they caused. In a way it was perfect justice to feel everything they had gone through, it would be hours before they came out of it and none of them would forget it. The girls slowly helped each other up and put on what clothing they could, they sometimes took time to kick or punch some of them, just to get in their own revenge. They slowly made their way back to the jeep, none of them talked they just wanted to get home. It was late by the time they got home, Tabitha made her way to the brotherhood, like the others they would go directly to the showers and just cry as they tried to wash themselves clean but never really feeling clean again. None of them wanted to talk about it, or for anyone else to know what had happened. Most of their injuries could be hidden under clothing. Jean put in mental shields to hide their pain, she knew Xavier would sense it and they all agreed they didn’t want anyone to know. First off because what happened to them was horrible and they didn’t want the pity, and secondly because of how it happened. Because they were the Sirens, at least they were after last night they put it away. They had thought it all a game and they had paid a heavy price for it, too high a price to them but they just couldn't deal with everyone knowing. It was hard enough for them to deal with it just by themselves. They tried to live their lives but it wasn’t easy. Kitty had a bruise on her face and when the others asked she quickly covered it up saying that she got it in dodge ball in gym and couldn’t phase with all those people. Several of the girls backed it up for her. Others hide anything with makeup or something else. It wasn’t long to notice that the girls were also acting strange, they would flinch when anyone touched them, especially male. Amara flipped out in school when a few boys and accidentally crowded her into a corner. It was like this for a while, Jean was distant with Duncan and when he tried to force her to talk she pushed him away. When he grabbed her arm when she was leaving she punched him. After that her relationship with him was pretty much over as well as a suspension from school. It went on like this for two weeks that is until something new came on, that was when both Amara and Rogue started to throw up in the mornings. When Hank checked them out he found them pregnant. Both girls didn’t know what to say, Amara could have come up with a lie but what could Rogue say given her powers? They had to confess to that night with Xavier in his office with the other adults.  It wasn’t easy and of course there was a lot of yelling with Logan as he threatened to hunt them down and cut them to pieces.  After that Xavier figured to start them on counseling. Something like this needed to be done and so they all were together talking with him and trying to work through it all.It wasn't like they could have gone to the police, although that option had been talked about. If they did it would come out that girls were the Sirens which would lead to the police looking at them for their vigilante activities. Then it would most likely lead into the school and trying to keep mutants from the world would have been impossible. The girls would have had even more attention on them and in the end they didn't want any more attention then they got. It was a long and hard healing process for them all, Tabitha later rejoined the mansion. Being stuck in a house with just boys had been a bit too much for her and the girls had been talking her into therapy as well. Rogue and Amara both decided to keep their babies, they just couldn’t get rid of them and Rogue figured this would be the only way to have children of her own. It was something that lasted for years for them. Rogue and Amara had to take the last few months off from school to deliver their children. Rogue ended up with a girl that she named Irene, and she loved the baby to death. After her pregnancy it turned out her child could touch her without being affected so Rogue held her child whenever she could. After high school she stayed at Xavier’s as a full time mom, Kurt being the uncle was always there to help out. Years later she would find a way to touch everyone. She later married Remy after several years and even though Irene wasn’t his child he loved her. They had one child together but then one day Irene had to ask who her real father was. It was a day that Rogue dreaded and in the end she told the truth. She knew that the father had to have been that first rapist. When Irene learned of this it only made her more determined to join the X-Men later on and help put an end to injustice like this. Rogue stood by her choice and also helped to train her and the other students that came to the mansion to make sure none of them would ever be a victim. For Amara she gave birth to twins, a boy and girl. She named them Adora and Adam, she stayed until the end of high school but in the end went home to Nova Roma. She had a lot of work to do and when she became Queen she started to reform her country into a more modern society. She never took a man to her bed after that night, she couldn’t stand to be touched by them. One day she met a noble woman and soon she found herself a lover and later her mate in life. Jean spent her last year in high school single and she didn’t mind, thankfully Scott her best friend was always by her side. She wasn’t sure that she could have gotten trough that last year without him. After that he asked her out and soon they started to date but it took Jean nearly two years to be intimate with Scott, every time they tried she pulled away. She hated it, she wanted to love the man she was in love with but her experiences kept her from crossing the line. But he waited for her and on the day Jean was finally ready to have sex for the first time she enjoyed it. At first it was good but over time and the years she got more used to it. They eventually married after she got her degree, she was a counsellor at Xavier’s  as helping children with problems helped her deal with her own issues. Eventually she and Scott had children when she was ready, a girl a first that took after her and a boy that was the spitting image of Scott. She loved them both to death and in her later years in life finally felt a peace again. For Tabitha she changed a lot after that night, she was still energetic but wasn’t the party girl she used to be. In fact she later turned to drinking  a lot of the time trying to drown her pain. She nearly destroyed herself but then Sam found her one day and he helped her out of it. He stayed by her side through her battle with both her past and her drinking. Tabitha eventually fell in love with Sam, he was her rock that kept her stable. They married and moved back to his home town where he worked with his family, Tabitha was welcomed into the large family and she was loved more then at any point in her life. Sam and her had four kids of their own, she loved her children and being a mom apparently. She loved having Sam’s babies and she was thinking of having a fifth.  Although some nights she couldn't stand to be alone and some days she felt the need for a drink but thanks to Sam and her children she found the strength not to give in. Kitty grew up in a way, the whole valley girl persona slowly left her soon after that night. She grew up more in the later years, she broke up with Lance because he just couldn’t understand her or what she went through. She no longer wore pink or cute clothing, and let her hair down. After high school she studied in England with Kurt as they started up a new team. Kitty finally managed to let something happen romantically with an older man named Pete Wisdom. They had fun but still that problem of not being able to understand and all his drinking and smoking she couldn’t stand. Later on she actually dated Piotr the former Acolyte and they did fine but eventually they just moved apart. Then when she and Kurt were back together in the X-Men they would hang out and talk about old times. One night something happened and one thing led to another and they slept together. After a lot of talking they decided to maybe give it a try, they dated for three years before they married. Kitty has three children all her own that she loves now and teaches as Xavier's for the next generation. After all the years the former Sirens would either keep in contact with each other, or even have get together it was rare when they were all together. Tabitha and Amara had busy lives but they made the trips now and then. On one of these days Rogue found a news article about the Reavers gang. Apparently there had been some major incident with a vigilante called The Punisher that was on the news these days. Apparently the Reavers had gone from street gang to kidnapping and raping women for illegal videos. That had gotten the attention of the Punisher so he had shut them down with extreme prejudice and killed them all. It was strange for the women to finally get some closure after all these years, none of them felt sorry for what had happened to that gang. Some of them even wished they would have watched secretly although none voiced such thoughts. In the end they all felt that that gang had gotten what they deserved. That night totally changed their lives, it had been a long hard journey, they still carried the emotional scars from that night and they still had nightmares now and then. But they lived on, and they all had lives they loved and no one would be able to take that from them. In the end they were stronger because they refused to let them win to have them control their lives. Yes it was hard sometimes but they had each other and the support of their loved ones. Life was never easy but they struggled to move on and live their lives as best as they could. THE END.

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Welcome Aboard

A New Master   Chapter 2: Welcome Aboard   Almec led Oola down the hill and across the hot sands as one of the suns was going down with the other not far behind. He wasn’t parked far, only a ten minute walk away. There were other ships from various other people inside. Finally he came to his home away from home, the Old Hawk.   The ship was a used YT-1930, it was a moderate success but it never really caught on as a ship, one of the reasons he was able to get it for a decent price. It hadn’t been his first ship, the first one had been a smaller one but the problem with that was that it had limited his space for things like transporting his ‘cargo’ to their destination. Like the more famous YT-1300 it had a round center shape with the engines on the back and two prongs up front. This however had the cockpit between those prongs. The back end was slightly redesigned as well.   It had taken him a few years to save up for a decent ship and make the alternations he needed for it. Now it was perfect for him, his own mobile home.   “Well welcome to your new home Oola,” Almec told her as he walked up the ramp.   Oola looked at the ship, it looked to be well used but in all honesty every step away from Jabba’s palace she felt better. She was finally out of there and she would never had to return, she nearly felt like crying when they left the front doors as she had never stepped foot out of that den of evil the day she walked into it.   Going up the ramp she saw the interior was a bit messy, some rust or oil had in a few of the components, some cables hung out the side of one of the walls. But the ship did seem sturdy and well used. The cold metal flooring and hull brought back memories to her one and only travel by ship when she left her home world to come to this planet.   She wouldn’t be sad to leave this planet behind as she looked around, as she guessed this was going to be her new home.   Almec walked to a weapons storage locker as we started to put all his weapons in there. He didn’t need any maintenance on them since he hadn’t used anything other than the disk and that was a simple weapon. He also undid his gauntlets and placed them in the locker since they had their own special equipment.   He motioned for her to come with him as they walked to the cockpit area. An older astromech droid came up giving what sounded like rude bleeps at them.   “Shut it Scrap or I really will sent you to the scrap yard,” Almec never liked the droid it had a major personality glitch or something, but it came with the ship and it knew all the ins and outs so he put up with the attitude at least until he could afford a new one that would be able to handle the Old Hawk.   “Just get the engines primed and this is Oola, she’s under me but above you so keep that in mind.” He ordered the droid. It gave a rude little quip before turning around and getting to work.   “I swear that droid gives me more and more attitude every day.” He shook his head going into the cockpit. He sat down at the pilots station as he pointed to one of the seats behind her. She sat down without a word which was fine by him he didn’t want her wondering around just yet.   Oola watched him perform his flight checks with a strange fascination, she had never seen someone pilot a ship before although from the looks of it, it was very complicated. There seemed to be a lot of things involved as she heard the ship starting up.   If there was one thing Almec liked about these worlds is that you didn’t need to give clearance or flight paths unless you were going in and out of the few cities. Since they were out in the middle of nowhere as soon as his ship was ready he lifted off. He went straight to the stars wanting to get as much distance as he could form that dust ball of a world. As soon as the stars were in view he turned to his nav computer.   The question was where to go from here. He had been thinking about it and he could use a lead on a target and that meant calling up the guild.   Most bounty hunters were part of some guild or another, it helped with people posting bounties and also when help was needed. There used to be just one guild but that guild tore itself apart years ago and fractured to a bunch of different ones. All bounty hunters required an Imperial Peace Keeping Certificate and the guilds helped with that, they did get a cut out of the bounty for admin fees but the guild he belonged to was reasonable with it.   Maybe he could find some decent paydays, someone in Black Sun was always looking for work, then there was the Zann Consortium they were getting pretty big lately hell maybe the empire threw out a few bounties he could track down. The only problem was time and risk, the bigger the bounty the harder it was to track them and also the harder they were to bring in. He leaned back and sighed well first he would set course to Duran IV, it had an outpost of his guild, a place to stuck up on supplies and a few other things where he could hunt down some leads.   He set course and entered hyperspace leaving Tatooine behind. He decided since they had a few days to kill it was time to get Oola settled in and show her the ropes. Standing up he looked at her, and nodded to the door. [Come.]   Oola followed him through the ship as he led her around the curve of the ship.   [Can you clean...cook?] He asked.   She shook her head, “Oola dances and...sex.” She said the last part knowing how lame it sounded.   Almec sighed in frustration he wasn’t expecting a scholar but it looks like this was going to be a lot of work.   “Yes Master Almec,” She replied instantly. She wasn’t sure what to expect but it looked like he wanted her for more than just the two things she knew how to really do. She was a bit nervous as she didn’t want him to get rid of her, she might end up with someone worse than Jabba or he might sell her back to him. She needed to learn everything as best she could, true this wasn’t what she thought her life would be.   She always dreamed that her dancing would catch the eye of some wealthy man and he would take care of her as she only had to dance for him and be with him in bed and live the life of a princess. But then her world had come crashing down, as reality showed her how cruel life could be. She had been the pet of a disgusting gangster slug, forced to do all kinds of humiliating things, raped by the guards once, forced to prostitute herself to those that showed favor to the slug, forced to danced in the most embarrassing thing possible, chained and hardly fed. Her nights were nightmares along with her days.   Perhaps a part of her defiance of Jabba hadn’t just been her wish that someone would be coming that Skywalker was coming as the droid proclaimed but maybe she just wanted death. She wanted something to happen to just let her nightmare end. Now here she was, still a slave but at least he was going to teach her things. Sure they were menial labors from the sound of it but at least it would be something.   Almec showed her the galley and told her as best he could he would teach her how to cook, he would like to have someone cook and clean but he had to make sure she could. If she did well enough he would start teaching her more thing to do, simple maintenance and go up from there. The galley was small just big enough for two people to work in, nothing fancy in it as he was a man of simple tastes.   In fact he had a lot of Imperial field rations, well the good ones at least. You could always buy them from some supply master looking to make a few credits.   Across from the galley was a holotable set up with come couches and a small technical station. Along the way there was one of the escape pods, to the right was a secret compartment that he used to store some of his previous items. Some legal others maybe not so much depending on what system you were in. It was also where he hid his emergency cash the he saved up.   Then was one of the large cargo areas the ship was mirrored and had two, there was a step down to a slightly lower area but this only had half the area ready for cargo (he only hauled cargo when he needed some petty cash) but half of it was modified for other needs. He kept the freezer in the back to hold his food stuffs. But there was a workbench with tools, a few exercise equipment against one of the walls.   One of the few things he had picked up with the Academy that stuck and that was keeping in shape. It would be hard to run down a bounty when you lost your breath within a few minutes.   Next was a small speeder bike, he only needed to use this when he had to haul a bounty a long way. Strapping them to the back prevented him from carrying or dragging them miles back to his ship, it wasn’t anything special, hell it was a used piece old bike that he got cheap. Took him a month of work to get that bike from breaking down all the time, but now it was time to take a look at Oola’s collar and chain.   He motioned for her to join him by the work bench, he had this bench to modify his gear, weapons, tools, work on his ship and the bike. He looked at the collar and saw that it was secure by a simple loop and the chain he just unhooked. Now the loop looked solid so he dug through his tools and found something to snap it off.   “Now hold still,” He muttered taking the cutting tool and cut the ring. “Easy enough, at least it wasn’t locked up tight.”   Oola watched him pull off the collar as she hadn’t had that off since it was put on her. She knew she was still his slave but at least the metal collar was off, she hated how heavy it was and it was uncomfortable to wear. It was too tight on her neck and if she turned her head the wrong way it dug into her flesh. She reached up and gently rubbed the skin there, it was tender but finally her skin could breathe properly.   “Thank you,” She told him honestly one of the Basic phrases that she knew was positive.   “Can’t have you with that crappy thing all the time,” He told her as she only caught a few of the words he said. He looked at the thing, it was cold and the inside didn’t look to have any padding for her, no wonder as he doubted Jabba cared for his slaves comfort.    “Well tour isn’t done yet Oola, come on,” He nodded his head as she dutifully followed him.   The other side of the ship was a mirror of the other side only with the a public small fresher long one of the walls. He had his own in his captain’s cabin it wasn’t standard but apparently the previous owner had made some modifications, one being a larger bed not that he minded it.   The crew quarters were just three rooms, his cabin which was the largest of course and two smaller ones next to his. He hadn’t really used them as it was just him and his droid so maybe he could give her one of them. Hell he would use them just for storage if he didn’t already had enough room for everything.   [Mine] He pointed to his room and then went to the next door. He opened it and showed it to her. [Yours]   Her eyes widened, she hadn’t expected to be given her own room, it wasn’t large but it was still hers. She never had her own room at Jabba’s  she either slept with the Hutt or with the harem of slave girls. Oola couldn’t remember the last time she had been alone, it was a bit scary to think but it was her own bed to sleep in if she wanted it.   She followed her new master as he led her down the hallway, pointing out another escape pod and told her not to touch it. He told her not to touch several things already and she paid attention to that. She didn’t want to get him angry with her or touch something that might hurt her.  She soon found herself in a second cargo hold.   This cargo hold was totally different from the other one, this was for a different kind of cargo as several cages were set up, welded into the ship’s hull and made from reinforced thick bars. There was a simple sink and toilet both of them firmly welded into the wall and floor. Simple bedding with nothing else, the bars nearly reached the ceiling but that was because if he had to hanging by the other wall were various chains and shackles. If he needed to he would have to ‘secure’ his bounties which he had to do sometimes.   The freezer had been modified into a cell for various life forms that might need certain air to breath. That had been a problem he ran into once on his old ship and he had to keep making stops to grab gas considers for his bounty to breathe. All the cages were also controlled by a small control device near the door. It was facing in a way that prevented anyone seeing the code who were in the cages and far enough away to prevent anyone from reaching it. Security was the main thing about this room as the last thing he needed was someone getting out and slitting his throat in the middle of the night.   For a moment she was worried he would stick her into one of these cages but she reminded herself that he had already given her a small room to herself. Her new master was a bounty hunter and this was apparently where he kept his prisoners for transport. He pointed at the controls and told her not to touch it and that she would be the one to clean up the cages, at least she thought that’s what he was getting at. His broken Twi’leki was hard to understand sometimes but it wasn’t too bad.   Still she hesitantly looked at the cages, she still wasn’t sure about her new master, so far he was treating her well but it wasn’t even a day yet. What if he tired of her or she displeased him, then would he throw her into these cages? Would they be empty when he threw her into them was another question. Being Jabba’s slave had shown her cruelty that she had never imagined before in her life so now she was expecting the other shoe to drop.   Her stomach growled as she looked down, Jabba hated it when her body told her it was hungry because he took delight in making her work for whatever scraps he gave her. She hadn’t had a real meal in so long that she couldn’t remember what it was.   Almec heard it and he had to admit that he was getting hungry too, walking up and down that hill had given him a bit of a workout so he told her to come with him. He led her into the galley as he showed her everything in more detail.   “Now I’m going to show you how to cook so pay attention,” He told her and seeing a slight confusion look on her face. This was going to get old soon, he was going to have to see if he had any Basic languages programs in his computers to help teach her, maybe brush up on his Twi’leki as well.   [Me cook, teach...you learn] He had to reach for that given that apparently Twi’leki had three different words for teach and it meant something different depending on how you use it.   “Yes Master,” she nodded her head.   Almec almost wanted to ask if she was going to keep calling him that but whatever, it was kind of fun to have this sexy woman calling him that. He got to work making a simple meal, mainly instant food platter he had since he didn’t feel like trying for anything more complex. He wasn’t a great cook or anything but he had learned how to make a few dishes. Plus he kept it simple so that she could learn how to do it.   Oola watched at the meal was prepared it look simple enough and she felt her hunger grow. When it finally was done he took the two trays and placed them on a table. He pulled off a plastic wrap as the steam from the meal rose up. He toss the plastic away as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He had some stuff in here but he pulled out a couple of bottles of beer he picked up on his last hunt.   He placed the bottle next to her as she looked at the meal like she wanted to attack it but was holding herself back. For a minute he was wondering why she hadn’t touched it then it hit him.   [Eat] he told her testing it out and then she dug into the food. So she was waiting for him to give the okay, well that was interesting as he ate his own meal.   Oola didn’t care if the food was some cheap instant meal to her it was the first real meal she had in so long that to her it was a gourmet meal. She devoured her meal, it was a mix of meat, vegetables , some kind of mash potato with a cream on it. Oola almost didn’t want to chew but she forced herself, the drink wasn’t something she was familiar with. She had never drank much alcohol in her life, she had been sold to the dance ‘school’ as a slave as a child and they forbad this. Jabba once poured alcohol over her and licked it off with that large degusting tongue of his.   It was a strong drink to her but it had bite to it, she took the drink feeling a little light headed when she was finished with it.   Almec shook his head in amusement if he wasn’t careful this woman might eat him out of food, he was surprised she didn’t lick the plate clean. When he was finished he showed her how to clean up and what he expected. Now with all of that out of the way it was time to clean up, they both could use one and when the idea hit him he couldn’t wait for it. Leading her back to his own cabin they both entered.   He really didn’t know who owed this ship before him but he liked the little comforts, carpeted floor (not used a lot on star ships) a larger bed which did eat up a little space but it was that personal refresher that really took it. It was just a shower stall, a sink and a toilet but it did allow him not having to go to the crew one down the hall in the morning.   He started taking off the armor placing them on a table, Oola watched as he worked. She looked around the room, there wasn’t much in the way of personal times. There was a shelf with some items that looked like little things he picked from various worlds. There were no personal pictures around nothing to tell her of where he was from of any family. Her eyes looked back to her new owner as she finished with the metal now worked on the clothing.   When he took off his shirt she noticed that he kept in shape, he wasn’t a hulking brute but he was well developed with a slim but powerful build. There were scars that marked his body, some looked like they could be stab wounds, there was one that looked like a blaster burn from his side. He had some tattoos, something on his arm that looked Imperial, then a small one on his left shoulder and back.   When he was fully naked she got her first look at her new master and she found that she wasn’t displeased by him. He had an average face a bit hardened but his body was nice.   [Strip] he told her.   Oola nodded as she undressed not that it took much as she got all the fishnet material off of her, she even took off her footwear and head dress knowing he was going to ask her to do this. She knew he was going to bed her but he wasn’t rough with her. He hadn’t thrown her onto the bed, ripping her clothing off and just raping her on the bed. He was taking his time and he seemed to enjoy watching her undress.   Almec drank in the image of her naked, her nice tits, hour glass figure, long dancing legs. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in that green pussy but he had some work to do first.  Looking her over now he walked around inspecting her. Damn she sure was one hot piece of ass, not a trace of fat on her, very nice curves, maybe a little feeding for her to gain a couple of pounds as she did seem a little underfed and her reaction to her meal confirmed that.   Well he could work with this, a little training and teaching her a few things to start off and he would see where things led.  He jerked his head to the shower unit as he ran the water, she obediently walked into the water obeying his commands.   Almec was going to scrub her clean making sure that she didn’t have any stink of Hutt on her after this. He took the soap as he got in with her, a tight squeeze, but one they were able to make. He took the soap and ran his hands over her body making sure every part of her body was going to get scrubbed. He was going to wash the stint of Hutt off her so that no part of her would be unclean then she would be all his.   He enjoyed feeling her flesh on his hands, how smooth her hairless skin was, how her dancer’s figure was so lithe and yet powerful, her full breasts felt in his hands as he rubbed and squeezed them. She moaned a bit at his touch glad to see her responding. His hands gently washed over her lekku as she shivered the head tails quivering under his touch.   Oola moaned out slightly as he caressed her lekku, no one had done that to her. Some would pull on them so hard it hurt but he was being gentle with her, she had never had anyone gentle with her before and it felt so nice. It was so much different as he took his time with her she felt his hardening penis poking against her body and wondered when he would take her with it again. But he seemed to be enjoying just washing her. Then one of his hands cupped her sex and slide two fingers insider of her.   She had to use her hands to brace against the wall as she started to breath heavier as her body reacted. He played with her like that for a bit, one of his hands twisting one of her nipples slightly not too hard nut just enough to make her moan. Then she felt that hand leave and her eyes shot open as he stuck a finger up her ass.   [W-wait! Please Master I’ve never done it there!] she was thankful for that as she had seen some of the women fucked there and some hadn’t enjoyed it. Then she realized she hadn’t been speaking Basic and he might not fully understand. “M-master, Oola…no touched…there.” She managed to think despite it.   “Oh an anal virgin now that is something,” he fingered both her pussy and ass now as the young woman shook in both denial and growing passion. He licked one of her lekku making her moan out slightly. “I’ll have to break that in at one point, but not today.”   He pulled out of both holes leaving her panting for breath and still she hadn’t climaxed yet. She looked at him wondering why he stopped when he handed her the soap.   [My turn] he commanded.   She nodded her head wishing he had kept fingering her she had been so close. She took the soap and washed his body, she marveled at how strong he was. He wasn’t out of shape and his body was close to her ideal image of a male, then again against Jabba anything was better. She caressed his body with her slender fingers feeling various scars on his body, running over some of the tattoos. She wondered what they meant as he turned around and she rubbed his backside.   She even used her own body to rub the soap against his flesh using herself as a sponge as it were. Almec loved the feeling of her naked and wet flesh against his own, he couldn’t take it anymore he had to have her but not here. He told her to stop as he rinsed them off and then led her out. He tossed her a towel as they got most of the water off. He led her to the bed and without words she knew what was next.   She crawled onto it giving him a good view of her fine ass, she turned to lay on her back and spread herself inviting him in. He was already hard just watching her and the shower had helped as well as he crawled on top of her feeling her soft skin against his as he kissed her deeply.   Oola reacted instantly kissing him back as she pulled him close rubbing her body against his. She enjoyed his body, it was so much better than the fat Hutt from before. She was also slightly worked up from her fingering her in the shower. Her body needed something after all that, she found that she wanted her master’s touch.   Almec couldn’t take it anymore he sat up looking down at this sexy green twi’lek she looked up at him waiting for him. He guided his cock to her entrance and slipped inside he groaned feeling him around his bare flesh. She sighed feeling him fill her body, Oola felt him lean down as she reached around him feeling his back as she slowly started to thrust.   Normally he liked to have a little fun before he got to the main event but he wanted to fuck this woman since he first saw her. The blowjob had been nice but this was much better he thrust into her with powerful but slow strokes groaning with every thrust. He had tighter women before but she was still very nice inside, she was warm and even a little wet he found. That was good, a dry fuck wouldn’t be any fun as he watched her mouth open and make these little gasps with every thrust.   He leaned even further down kissing her using one hand to take one of her breasts in hand, he could feel the green tinted nipple hardening as his fingers rolled and pinched it. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him with every thrust.   “Ohh yeah, you love it don’t you,” He moaned into her coned shaped ear licking it making her shudder. “You like me fucking you.”   “Master,” She moaned when he pushed up and took one of her head tailed and sucked on the tip. She cried out in pleasure, no one had done that to her as she felt the pleasure centers that were literally connected to her brain light up.   [By the spirits I think I’m going to cum!] she cried out the first real orgasm of her life as a slave. If this was her new life then maybe her life was going to get better.   “Oh yeah take it, take my cock you fucking green whore,” he said loving he could talk dirty to this women, she might only understand a fraction of it but still, he could say anything and she would take it and that was turning him on he found.   Oola fucked him back as best she could feeling her body reacting and finding herself nearly there. She wanted to cum so bad after all her time with the Hutt he had never been able to make her cum.   [Do it harder Master] She begged him.   Almec understood as he did just that, he thrust into her harder and harder, “Yeah that’s it, take it, take my human cock inside of you!”   Oola thrust back with her new master feeling his cock invade her body but this time she wanted it. He saved her life and took her away from the Hutt, if he wanted pleasure then she would give it to him. Let him use her body however he wanted it was the lease she could do. Plus although he was rough he wasn’t hurting her, the pleasure she was getting was better than anything she had gotten in her life.   It helped that he wasn’t bad looking and his penis was hitting her fully without hurting her. She only caught bits of what he was saying but she knew enough to know dirty talk when she heard it.   “Yes! Master’s best...fuck Oola great...Master fuck Oola slut!” She used the pieces of dirty talk she had learned in Basic towards him. In Jabba’s harem and the sex slaves he had it was easy to pick up various dirty words and saying in various languages when you heard it enough times. He thrust so hard into her she cried out in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as he rammed into her cervix but she didn’t care it only seemed to make her want more.   “Oh yeah that’s right, you love your Master’s cock! You love my big human cock ramming into you, say it!” he gripped the bed next to her head feeling himself starting to climax but he wanted to hear her beg for more. He was surprised by how much of a turn on it was for him to hear this woman begging for his cock. Sure he had sex with plenty of women before, some good, some great and some bad, he had them moaning and crying out before but this was different.   He had total dominance over her   “Master’s cock best! Fill slut up!” She cried out locking her legs around him urging him to fill her body with his cum, she was actually starting to look forward to it.   “Uh! Yeah take it! Ugh! Fuck! Take my cum whore! Ahhhhhh!” He threw his head back as she slammed into her one last time releasing his cum into her waiting body.   “Ohhhh!” Oola moaned feeling his release as his warm seed shot into her body as she felt her own climax.   she sighed in contentment.   He lay on top of her gently not crushing her with his weight as she lightly ran her hands over his strong back. She was surprised by how much she had enjoyed that, or maybe it was just him she enjoyed she wasn’t sure. He was so much nicer than the Hutt had been to her. Then he felt her new master kissing her neck and shoulder making her moan in appreciation. Before men used her and then left, no one ever tried to do anything after they had finished. She felt his hand caress her side and a part of her wondered if they could go again.   “Oola do well Master?” She asked him as she found that she actually wanted to please her new master.   “Oh yeah, you did very well Master is very pleased.” He pulled out and smiled down at the beautiful green skinned woman. She actually smiled back up at him as her hands reached up to caress his face. She actually smiled as him as she kissed him gently then soon she was sticking her tongue in his mouth as he kissed back.   “This might work out after all,” He thought to himself and by the gods she was sexy although he would have to get that collar off at some point. Although now he was thinking that maybe he could get her a different collar. Thoughts of putting a new one on around her neck and the things he would do to his new slave struck something deep inside of him that he hadn’t known was there.   He wanted to dominate this woman, he could literally do anything he wanted to her and she would go with it. Well that opened up some very interesting possibilities for the future.   Next up Chapter 3: Duties   Please leave a rating and review, I’m open to things you might want to see in this story so let me know.

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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 Duties

A New Master Chapter 3: Duties Oola found herself back in Jabba’s palace, she was chained to the Hutt as she danced for him, he licked his tongue at her pulling her close to his bloated and smelly body. She grimaced as his tongue licked the side of her face. She couldn’t take it anymore she couldn’t take this life anymore. She pulled away from him she pulled on the chain as hard as she could yelling at him that she will never be his again. Jabba yelled something she didn’t get until she felt a huge hand wrap around her body. She was pulled up as she turned around to see the Rancor, it opened its mouth as she screamed. Oola suddenly woke up with a gasp as she looked around at the unfamiliar place. She was covered in sweat as she looked around. It took her a moment to remember the small room as her room on the Old Hawk, the ship she lived on now. She was in her single bed naked and now all sweaty. She could hear her heart pounding as she tried to calm down. The only light was the small clock she could see. She saw the time and noticed it was getting close to time to get up she pushed off the cover and hit the light switch. She didn’t have any other clothing so sleeping naked wasn’t much of an issue for her at any rate. There was a robe she was given as she went to the fresher down the hall Master Almec insisted that she say cleaned. She got into the small room and started her daily routine it felt good to shower every day instead of sleeping with that Hutt’s stink all the time. The only thing she wished she had was some makeup, he didn’t have any of course and hers had washed away long ago. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt that after a few days she felt healthier. Oola was given three meals a day, plenty of rest and she wasn’t subjected to the horrors of Jabba’s palace all the time. Either she was the subject of his cruelty or his touch, or having to watch others suffer and die under the Hutt. She had never seen death until she came there and she was surprised by how quickly she had hardened to it. She didn’t like to see death but after so much she had gotten a little used to it. Putting on the robe she got into the cold metal hallway as she saw her master running the corridor. She stayed out of his way as he jogged in shorts and t-shirt. It was a morning routine with him apparently, to exercise in the morning before eating. The couple of times she had spent the night in his cabin in his bed, he had woken up exactly as he changed and started it out. Not that she minded, the fact her master kept himself in shape was good for her, she preferred him like this which was odd as for a Twi’lek being fat was a sign of power and status but after being Jabba’s slave she had grown to dislike it. She would never see as being fat as that anymore, she would always associate it with the Hutt and everything about it. Still he had her own chores to do, she got back to her room and put on her only clothing, at least he had shown her how to clean it. She then went to the kitchen to start breakfast, he had been showing her how to cook simple meals and Oola got the feeling he would teach her more complex meals. She found she liked cooking, it was something she had never done herself and it felt nice knowing how to do it for herself. Her chores in the morning were simple make sure he had his breakfast after his morning workout. Next was her language training, there was a program in the ships computer about how to learn a few languages and Basic was one of them. He seemed to be learning more of her own which was helpful as she managed to learn a few more new words every day. She would practice them in her head throughout the day. Next he slowly started to show her more details about the ship, what not to touch and what to stay away from. He taught her names of things, such as tools in case she had to get something. It was all a lot to take in but she threw herself into it like dancing. She had been the most talented dancer at the school because she learned fast and could mimic and remember things better than the others. Her body had been blessed with being perfect for dancing. She loved dancing, she felt free of everything when she danced. Her master apparently liked her dancing as he let her dance in one of the cargo holds whenever she had free time and also asked her to dance for him. He would play music as she would dance to it, she put everything she could into her dances for him the man that although she was a slave to, was still treating her better than anyone had in memory. She danced gracefully to him, erotically for him, sexually for him, beautifully for him she loved the way he looked at her and drank in her every movement. Sometimes after her more erotic and sexual dances he ordered her to strip as he then told her to dance again naked. She didn’t mind as long as it was just him and usually soon after she would find herself grunting and moaning as he fucked her. The slave girl found she didn’t mind it, he might be a little rough and liked the dirty talk but it was mile better than what she had experienced before. Plus he also liked to explore her body getting her nice and worked up. Oola knew that to survive as a slave she had to learn how to take a lot of things but at least with him she could learn to take pleasure when she could. Almec was just finishing his morning run, there wasn’t much to do on the Old Hawk sometimes and staying in peek shape helped. You never knew when you had to run down a target after all. He did try to set personal bests just to break up the boredom of the same walls all the time, plus he hated running. He would set a normal pace and then when he got to one end he would rush to the other, then back to the normal pace. A thought of maybe having Oola running naked with him entered his mind, he thought of her naked body and all the little fun bits bouncing around. He grinned to himself as he went for his cool down run, later he promised himself. Already she would be cooking his morning meal something he was glad for, it was nice having someone cook and clean for him. But first he needed to find a job, he needed lots of money real fast because he just knew that damn Hutt would start charging interests on what he owed. So he made a mental list, first shower, then dress, then breakfast and then he was going to make a call to the guild and find work. Hopefully there would be something at least in system to avoid travel time. “Welcome to Skar College of Hunters,” the voice over the holo channel spoke up. Almec was in the cockpit of the ship where he had the communications set up. He was currently sitting in the pilots chair looking at the small communications section to the right of where he normally piloting. “This is hunter AK-234-K, requesting conversation with Operations Officer 489-T.” He hoped that Sol was working today he at least was a man he worked with enough time to get a good rapport with the aging Sullustan. The channel paused as a face of a sullustan was shown who was about middle age for his people. His skin wrinkling a little with the small beard under his chin was greying. “Almec, how did that job for Jabba go?” Sol asked him. Almec tried not to wince at that, “Ah…well there was a complication.” There was a moment of silence there as the older sullustan gave him a leveled looked. “What...did...you...do?” “It’s not my fault!” Okay so that was a blatant lie but he wasn’t going to just admit to what happened. “Okay look, there was a bit of an...incident...” “Incident,” Sol repeated in a flat manner. “Yeah look, I had to pay off some ‘damages’ and it ended costing me the bounty,” He knew that the Guild would never pay off his debt. Guilds were very helpful to hunters, they helped broker the deals, set up certain services to help, they did a lot of things but they would not cover the personal costs to the hunters, that was their own problems. Sol sighed heavily looking like he was going to get a headache from this. “Kid you really know how to ruin someone’s day.” “Look I know that the guild takes a ten percent of the hunt as a commission but there was nothing for the commission.” He shrugged. Sol rubbed his large brow, “I know, you have any idea the paperwork you’ve cost me?” “Look I want to make it up, need work anything in system?” Almec asked him. “I promise I’ll bring in the cash, I bet my hunter license on it.” That was a gamble because without that he couldn’t officially hunt anymore, he would be out of the guild and would have to register somewhere else, which was hard if you got a reputation for being kicked out of a guild, there were some that didn’t ask questions but the types of missions they took weren’t the kind that Almec liked to do. Sol looked through the requests, “I got a couple of runners, skipped on bail and hiding out from the law. A total bounty of fifteen hundred for the both of them.” “I need something with a bit more pay...you know to make up for what happened.” He covered with the last bit since he couldn’t mention he was trying to rack up as much cash as fast as possible. Sol glanced at him and looked again, “Miranda is on a hunt and requested backup, I can send you her way but the bounty will be split between you two. The bounty is for ten thousand but if you agree to it then it will be split five for each of you, minus our ten percent of course.” He remembered Miranda she was an Echani, a pale skinned humanoid race that were warriors. He worked with her a few times and he got along well with her so it might not be so bad. Plus 4,500 credits would be a good start. “Alright wend me where to meet her and I’ll do it.” “Good,” Sol started the paperwork. “Don’t screw this up.” “You got it,” the hologram shut off as his computer was given a file with the location of Miranda. -Later- Almec was suited up as he made his way to the meeting place, the area was a more rundown area of one of the larger cities. You could practically smell the crime ridden element, this was the kind of place that the local law didn’t go much often and you wouldn’t find much Imperial patrols unless it was to bomb the hell out of the place and then pave it over. He had noticed that a lot of people here were wearing the same tattoos and colors, this was a gang territory. Well the best way to keep people out of your way was to just walk like you owned the place. Being more confident helped to make people less confident in themselves, if someone cast a look you just made a point of ignoring them, like they didn’t even matter to you. If someone got the nerve to try and give you a dirty look you gave one back even worse. Having his helmet on helped as you couldn’t see the face just the black visor, he had practiced in a mirror to be able to ‘glare’ with just the helmet, it really unsettled people who couldn’t see your face but could still pick up on your mood. “About time you got here,” a silky voice said to him as out of the shadows of the alleyway came Miranda. She was an Echani, a humanoid race that usually were very pale skin, she had this along with a mane of long white hair. Her people were a warrior race although they did like to carry blades, hence the two blades on her back and a knife at her waist and boot. Of course she did carry a blaster pistol strapped to her thigh. Her people also didn’t believe in heavy armor, which was why she only had on a blaster vest along with shin and forearm guards. Personally Almec liked his armor because he enjoyed the added protection plus it allowed to carry more equipment he might need and he had a few modifications that helped even the odds sometimes. “Well this is hardly a good neighborhood, no street signs for blocks.” He only half-joked about that with her. “So what’s the job?” “Follow me,” she walked further down the alley as he followed, he couldn’t help but notice how graceful her movements were. She moved like a cat, not to mention it gave him a good look at that ass of her, now that was an amazing one. Getting his mind back in the game he focused when she stopped near the edge. He did the same as she nodded her head, he took a peek to a building down the street. It was a little different than the others mainly that it looked a lot more lived in. There were speeders lined up outside with two men outside looking like guards. Although they weren’t professionals of any sort, looked more like street thugs with how relaxed they were, their matching colored clothing and how they were trying to look tougher than they most likely were told him all he needed to know. He pulled back looking at her, “Since when is there a bounty this high on simple gang members? Hell the local law should be able to handle these punks.” Miranda nodded. “True but this whole area is under this gang, if the law come down here it will be a blood bath on both sides.” “Thus send in the expendable collectors,” He said as she smirked. The term ‘expendable collectors’ was a bounty hunter joke amongst hunters since hunters you could send in en mass without anyone really worrying. “The contractor also wants this person personally,” She handed him a datapad with an image of an ugly looking man on it. “Turns out this guy and his group was linked to a crime not long ago. Video footage showed him and a few members pulling a couple of girls into an alleyway. They came out but the girls didn’t.” “Father wants revenge type of deal?” He had heard the story before. “Mother actually, she owns a major company and one of the girls was her youngest child a party girl and her friend were club hopping in the more dangerous parts of the city.” She told him. Almec shook his head some people never learn that the increased risk wasn’t just for a rush. “So what’s the plan?” “I get those two back here and we take them out, there’s a back entrance I’ll use to sneak in and make sure that he doesn’t sneak out the back. I’m not equipped for a major fight which is why I put out the call for some help.” He knew where this was going, “I’m the distraction with a heavy assault then.” “You got it, put all that armor to the test,” she joked. “Hey I like my armor thank you very much,” He cast a quick look down the alley to the two story building. “How exactly will you get them down here?” He turned to see her taking off all her weapons, she then took off her jacket and stripped out of her shirt leaving her in a black bra before putting her jacket back on but leaving the front open to show her cleavage. She pulled her panties up just a bit to show it off. “Nuff said,” He told her. Almec got into position hiding in the shadows of the alley. He saw her slink her way up flirting with the men, she opened her jacket a bit as he could already imagine her asking ‘do you boys want to party?’ and they were taking it hook line and sinker. It didn’t seem to take much to get two horny men who were obviously bored to go with a woman offering up free pussy. He stayed as still as a stone trying to become part of the background as she led them back her. “Come on baby isn’t this far enough?” One asked. “Yeah we can’t get too far you know,” the second one kept looking back he was starting to have second thoughts. This wasn’t good if they went back they might have to change the plan but Miranda was ahead of him. She slipped out of her jacket and pulled up her bra and Almec got a good view from the dark of her pale breasts. They weren’t as big as Oola’s but they were close and with smaller grey nipples. That got the males attention as one of them immediately went in, he kissed her as his hand went to feel up one of her breasts the other hung back a bit but still looking. Almec knew now was the time, carefully he silently walked up behind them, he made sure not to step on anything. He got behind the one looking on and quickly grabbed his neck and head in his arms. He made a small sound as he struggled. His partner quickly looked but didn’t get a chance to do anything, Miranda struck out like a viper. She kneed him in the crotch and with one blow to the throat easily broke his trachea he wasn’t going to get up again as he couldn’t breathe anymore. Almec snapped the neck of the man in his arms. “So no one will mind this?” “No, law enforcement will look the other way hell if we take them out I think they would call it a good day. But we just need to get the target,” She pulled down her bra not really caring that she had exposed herself as she went to work getting her gear back from the hiding place. “Time to go to work, I’ll give you an all clear when I have the target.” Almec waited in the alley giving Miranda time to get around back, he waited with the com line open and when he heard her give the go ahead he started walking to the front door. When he got close enough he saw all the windows were covered most likely so any other gang members in a drive by wouldn’t be able to pick out targets, not that gang members were known for any kind of accuracy. He could also hear a party going on, some loud music he couldn’t place and lots of voices. “Here comes the party pooper,” He muttered. “Tell me you didn’t just say that.” Miranda’s voice was heard in his helmet. He had forgotten about the open com, he just decided to ignore her comment plus he didn’t have a good comeback or reasoning to validate the lame joke. He got to the front door as he thought about how best to get the attention of everyone, he didn’t have to be subtle about it and he was to be a distraction so loud and angry most likely seemed the best way. He checked his belt and pulled out a few small metal devices the about an inch in size. They were small dedonite charges, they were s cheap but effective explosive, that is if you knew what you were doing. He placed them on the door and pressed his back against the wall as he hit the remote detonator on one of his gauntlets. There was an explosion was the metal door was flung inward, his helmet protected his ears from the loud explosion as he pulled out his blaster rifle and swung to the side of the door. He saw inside that the door had slammed into a wall nearly smashing through it. The inside of the place was a mess and he doubted it was because of him. A few people were on the ground wearing the same gang colors, others were trying to get up, there were cries and screaming. It was pure chaos but there was always room for more. He made sure that no one seemed to be their target as he took aim and fired several quick shots before crouching down and moving to cover inside. He turned over a table and peeked over it and fired a few more shots, he was just trying to get everyone to scatter but the moment he saw someone pull out or go for a weapon he would take them down. He saw a set of stairs with people trying to go up to get away from the fight and a few others trying to get down to see what was going on downstairs. Almec let loose a few more shots keeping everyone’s heads down, from what he could see no one on the first floor was their target. “Try the second floor,” he said into the com. “Found a second set of stairs, going up now.” Came her reply. “Someone kill that bastard!” Someone yelled out apparently this was one of the higher ups as people were doing what he was saying. Almec saw a large looking guy with a scar on his face and stupid looking tattoos on the other side. He took aim and put a blaster bolt into his chest. He couldn’t get them rally he had to keep them scattered and taking out leadership was an effective method of that. He heard sounds of people running up from behind him from an open doorway directly behind his position. He fired a few more times into the main room and swung to the doorway just was someone ran though. He caught the guy by surprise as he took his arm and twisted him around, standing up the hunter use him as a human shield and fired at the others. Two men and a woman with weapons , he wasn’t sure if all three hits were lethal but they were out of the fight he hoped. He hit the guy in the back of the head with his faceplate and twisted throwing him into the other room. “Here I come!” Almec yelled and just as he hoped the more twitchy and jumpy of the gang fired. Three people shot out taking out their own gang member. Almec got behind the table again as a few blaster bolts came his way. He blindly returned fire with the weapon just poking over the table. He had no way of knowing just how long the fight was going, when you were in a fire fight things like time got muddled. It could have been only a few minutes or twenty, there was no way to tell and he knew his blaster would be running out of energy soon, he had a spare but he hoped he wouldn’t have to reload while in his position. There was some yelling from the room behind him, apparently two of the people in there were still alive. That wasn’t good, sooner or later they would split up and rush him from both sides. Suddenly there was a clicking in the communication unit in his helmet, a double click meaning that Miranda was clear and had the package. Well this had been fun but it was time to go, he dug out a small grenade it was a stun grenade. He had thought about throwing an incendiary but starting a fire in this neighborhood wouldn’t be a good idea. He tossed it as there was a large flash, the visor in his helmet protected him from things like that darkening as he heard lots of yells. He went to the front door hearing more blaster bolts aimed at him. Apparently either some weren’t as blind as he hoped or some might have been immune depending on species. He tossed a smoke grenade behind him hoping it would cover his escape. He ran out into the street and heard a speeder heading his way. He turned and dropped to a knee and raised his weapon but held his fire seeing the pale rider. Miranda pulled up with a modified speeder with their target tied up and on the back like a hunted animal, apparently he was knocked out. “You going to stand there all day?” She yelled at him as people starting making their way out of the smoke. Almec didn’t waste time with a witty retort as he jumped on behind her holding her waist as she sped off. -Old Hawk- Almec felt good as he got up the ramp and closed it behind him, he got paid and he felt like fucking the hell out of a certain beautiful green lady.  Seeing Miranda topless and holding on to her on the ride had been very arousing. He was thankful he had a cod piece or else she would have felt his erection poking into her ass. He really wondered if Miranda knew what she did to men, hell she did he knew it, her people did read people’s body language. “Oola,” He called out undoing his equipment and armor as he placed his weapons in the locker. She came up to him from around one of the corners. “Master?” “Bed.” He simply told her as she nodded. Oola was prepared for this duty to pleasure her master, after the horrors of Jabba’s palace this wasn’t so bad. In fact she was finding herself enjoying it, she walked into his bedroom and stripped out of her clothing. She got onto her knees as she waited for him to enter. She didn’t have to wait long as he came in and stopped in front of her. She smiled up at him as she rubbed his crotch as she opened up the front and fished out his member. She started licking it gently, it was nearly hard already when she pulled it out so it was easy to get him to his full length but still she continued on. Almec pulled off his shirt and threw it aside watching this green skinned beauty nearly worship his cock. He closed his eyes as his head tilted up imagining it was Miranda’s mouth on his cock he moaned feeling the mouth around the head of his cock as she slowly started to take it into her mouth. Her head slowly going back and forth going deeper each time she made moaning sounds around his cock only helped enhance the blowjob. Her talented wet tongue ran along the underside of his cock and switched it up as she had only his head as her tongue swirled around the head. She undid his pants and pulled them down as she started to work on his balls next, sucking on his sack. “Oh fucking hell yes you bitch,” He grunted out. Oola continued her work as she gently started to run her fingers of one of her hands over her slit, she was getting herself wet for her master’s use, although he could just fuck her dry that would hurt and she wanted to enjoy it. Although he normally did take the time to make sure she was wet there had seemed an almost urgency in his tone of voice. She slipped in a finger when she felt she was wet enough rubbing it against her warm and wet walls, she moaned taking his cock again into her mouth bobbing her head back and forth to take the entire length now. Almec couldn’t take it anymore, “Get on the bed, now.” He commanded her. She obediently did so licking her lips from the taste of his cock, although it wasn’t her favorite thing she had far worse tastes in her mouth in her past. She crawled onto the bed and got onto her back watching at her new master quickly stripe his boats and pants off, throwing them aside as he looked at her with a nearly predatory need at her. He grabbed her hips and quickly turned her onto her stomach as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the bed. Oola felt the hard cock against the crack of her ass as she held her breath, hoping he wasn’t going to fuck her ass with it. But he soon guided it to her pussy as he entered her with a powerful thrust feeling her wet pussy, he was thankful she had fingered herself to get ready for this. He thrust away into her remembering Miranda’s fine ass and wondering how it would feel in his hands, he wondered if she did anal? Damn he really would have to break in Oola into that at some point but he would ease her into it, no sense if breaking her on the first go after all. “Yeah take that cock like the whore you are,” He moaned as he slapped her ass, not too hard but it did make Oola jump with a startled cry. His hand kneaded her fleshy ass where he had hit her hitting the spot again. “Ah! Master!” Oola cried out but she didn’t stop as she thrust back into him. Physical pain was something she had learned to take and in some of the things she had suffered through this was light. A spanking was something she could take as others had done this so hard she couldn’t sit afterward. Plus what some of the others girls had to have endured and some of the stories those in Jabba’s palace told of those girls who have been taken by some of the more monstrous members of Jabba’s gang never to return again but said their screams were the last thing anyone heard from them. “Oh yeah fucking take it!” he gripped her hips as he closed her eyes. He imagined it was Miranda he was fucking like this, Oola’s moans helped. He wanted to make that pale hunter scream his name as he plowed her like this. “I’m going to love fucking you and filling you with cum Miranda,” he groaned remembering those nice white tits from before and that nice ass from those tight pants she liked to wear. He slapped Oola’s ass again only this time it was the other side. Hearing the women give a small cry only helped him in his fantasy. He had been so worked up that he decided to pick things up as he gripped her hips and started fucking the woman furiously. Oola just let herself be taken by him, letting him set the pace allowing him to move her body. She had to support herself with one hand as the other went between her legs, she found her clit and started rubbing it quickly. She cried out now but in pleasure as she felt the jolt run through her body from pleasuring her little love button. “Take it, take my cum!” he cried out as he let out a long groan feeling himself starting to fire off his warm seed into her waiting body. “Oh Master,” Oola moaned as she kept rubbing her clit until she felt a climax as well soon after. After a few moments both were now laying on their sides with Almec to her back his arm wrapped around her waist. He was once again thinking having this woman might have been a good thing, if only there hadn’t been such a price tag with her that was the major downside. As Oola rested she had a bit of a mix feeling, she was pretty certain that he had been calling another woman’s name. She knew she was just his slave but still was she not good enough that he had to think of other women? That sent a chill of fear in her that he might get rid of her, she was afraid of who might be her next owner. She had to make sure to please her new master to make him want her and keep her. She turned to face her master running her hand over his bare chest, “Master, Oola do well?” “Oh yeah you did really well.” “Master pleased?” “Of course, why?” He was wondering where this was coming from as she seemed kind of eager for his response. Oola didn’t want him to know she trying to fish for answers so she kissed him sensually, “Oola wants to please Master is all.” She slipped up a little and placed her breasts to his face smiling at him, she knew he loved breasts and planned to use that to entice him. “Lovely little minx,” He grinned taking the offered tit and sucking on the dark green nipple.  Oola moaned stroking his head with his thick hair, she always marveled at the hair humans had. Her people didn’t really have body hair but it felt nice as she ran her fingers through it as he basically seemed to nurse on her breast. He sucked the whole nipple and part of the flesh into his mouth sucking on it making her moan out more. [No milk will come out no matter how hard you keep sucking master.] She spoke then remembered he might not know what she said fully as he looked at her. “No...milk,” she had to struggle to remember the basic word for milk in his language. She was glad she learned that from the breakfast lessons. “Well I’m still going to try,” he joked as he took the other one and started to suck on that one. “Ohhhh,” Oola did feel pleasure but she acted as she was feeling a bit better than she did just to stroke his male ego. In fact on the subject of stroking she slid a hand down his torso and found his softened member. It was slowly getting harder but she felt it could be getting harder a bit faster. She took it in her slender hands as she gently started stoking him. “Oh gods yes,” He groaned into her tit as he started licking the nub. Almec couldn’t take anymore he pulled away from her tits seeing the wet marks he left on them turning her onto her back as he got between her thighs. She pulled her thighs apart and with her dancing body was easily able to do the splits with her legs. She easily held them open for him seeing the surprised but eager look on his face. “Oh you are a prize,” he said out loud he always wanted to fuck someone with some really great flexibility. He was going to see just how flexible she was later but now he wanted that green pussy again. He easily got in as he started thrusting away at her body holding himself up looking down at her. “Oh! Ugh! Master! Master!” She moaned huskily looking at him with her wide eyes. “Oh yeah take it, take all of it you fucking green skinned slut.” He growled at her loving the site of how she shifted with every thrust into her body. The way her mouth opened with a gasp with every thrust into her, the way her large tits moved and even how her lekku twitched. “Oola slut! Oola is Master’s slut! Fuck slutty Oola Master!” “Oh I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck the green right off you, you filthy fucking cum whore!” He really got off with the dirty talk, hell sometimes when you started with dirty talk the woman could get offended but with a slave she not only took it but encouraged it. Sure it was her duty to do so but so what? It was fucking hot in his mind and a bit cathartic in a way, getting all that pent up emotions out as well as his pent up sperm. “So deep, so deep Master!” She shook her head side to side as it wasn’t a lie, with her legs spread like this he was spearing her right to the end of her love tunnel. She was also still sensitive from her previous orgasm so her pussy was getting more pleasure this time around. She didn’t need to play with her clit she was already starting to feel the orgasm slowly building up. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck you, you sex slaved bitch!” She cried out letting him use her, use her to feel pleasure since that was her duty in life now to please him. She knew this but she couldn’t help but feel pleasure herself, maybe this was another reason she didn’t want to give him up. She might never have a master that could give her pleasure as she was giving him pleasure. Oola tired to wait for him to cum but she knew that after a male came they could last longer while her sensitive body was already nearing the second orgasm. “M-master, cumming soon!” she told him. “Cum for me, let me see you cum from my human cock fucking you,” he told her increasing his pace. Oola didn’t catch all of it but she did catch that he was telling her to cum so she did. She threw her head back into the pillow crying out as she came again. Almec felt her pussy tighten up around him as her fluids drenched his cock, she really came this time he grinned. It was also nice to know she hadn’t faked her orgasm sure he didn’t have to care about it but it did feel nice that he could get her to climax from just his own skills in bed. Seeing her large chest he had to do something he had been waiting to do ever since she came onto his ship. “Damn I got to fuck those tits,” He pulled out as she got on top of her, he grabbed her breasts as he placed his cock between them. “Oh yeah these feel great wrapped around my cock.” Oola moaned although she was acting that she was getting pleasure from it she just wanted to make him want her more. She raised a hand to one of her lekku stroking it as she used the other to bring a tip of the other to her mouth as she slightly licked it. She shivered at the sensations her lekku being very much an erogenous zone in some areas. Although his cock was long enough for her to take it in her mouth he wanted to see himself shooting all over her pretty face. He groped her breasts as he fucked them, he was already close from her pussy but now he was going to enjoy this. “Oh yeah, I’m going to paint that face of yours in my cum!” He told her. “Yes! Yes Master!” She tried to think of the basic words but they were failing her at the moment, she resolved to study some more dirty words for later. “Open your mouth!” He ordered as she did, opening wide as he groaned thrusting as he felt his dick throb and shoot his second load all over the woman. He watched the white streams hit her face, into her mouth he grabbed his dick to prevent the last shot going out as he sat a little higher and left go, coming over her tits. “Oh yeah you look good covered in my cum Oola,” He grinned as she seemed to run her hands over her face. She closed her mouth as she made a show of swallowing his seed, her fingers would gather more of it on her body as she licked it off her fingers like chocolate. Damn she looked way too good like that, lying there covered in his cum and her licking it off her own body. Oola had to have taken many different types of cum from many different species but her new master’s seed at least wasn’t too bad. It wouldn’t be her favorite thing to eat if she was honest but at least she wouldn’t have to gag it down and in time she might come to enjoy it. Plus it wasn’t toxic at least, one alien species that had earned favor with Jabba had asked for one of the other twi’lek slaves. Things had gone well until the male came in the poor girl, she had been screaming for hours as her inner walls burned. Jabba hadn’t been pleased that the man hadn’t warned him that his bodily fluids were toxic to several humanoid races.  Again she had to make sure that her new master never tired of her, never wanted to get rid of her. She had to do anything to make him want her no matter what he asked for because in the end she couldn’t be sure she would ever get a master this nice to her ever again. Jabba had been the worse and her life had nearly ended, there were other people out there that could use up slaves like they were nothing. In the dancing school her group had all been told the stories of those that had failed. They were sold off to brothels to pay off the money put into them, for the rest of their lives they were to sell their bodies. Some were sent to those that liked to do the most depraved things to their slaves. Some liked buying slaves because you could do whatever you wanted to do with a slave in some areas of the galaxy and no one would question it. But it was the real horror stories that stuck with her, those that were sold to those that likes to see their slaves raped and humiliated in horrible ways. Inflicting pain on them, forcing them to mate with animals, some were bought purely for sport in some sick games of death. She knew that things could get much worse for her and in all things considered as a slave girl she had it fairly well at the moment. “Get cleaned up.” Almec told her. “Yes master,” She smiled at him as she got up with a dancer’s grace and made sure her movements were enticing as she left for the shower in the hallway. “I’m so going for that ass soon,” Almec swore seeing that fine green ass with his cum leaking down her legs. Next up Chapter 4: Good News and Gifts

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Chapter 0 - Yang's Birthday Gift

  Disclaimer: I don’t own RWBY or make a profit from any of this.   AN: This was spawned off a one-shot I did on another site as this is a possible AU future one-shot. This was inspired from my story Girl Talk found at my account on FF.Net   RWBY: Yang’s Birthday Gift   Yang and Jaune’s Apartment- Vale   Yang Xiao-Long had been with her boyfriend Jaune for a couple of years now, they lived together in a nice apartment in Vale and things had been going great. Both of them worked plenty as Huntsmen and Huntress but always tried to make time for each other when they didn’t take missions together. While things have been quieter with Salem’s defeat a few years back, that didn’t mean the world was peaceful.   There were still criminals and Grimm so their jobs weren’t just going to go away any time soon. Yang had recently gotten together with most of her female friends awhile back, there had been a lot of fun that night. Mainly the drinking and a lot of sexual secrets getting out. One of them being some of Yang’s own secrets. She had spoken about swinging both ways which had gotten the attention of another friend who also did.   Which lead to a comment which brought them to this time and place.   “Nice place,” Coco said looking around. “I can see the influences on both of you here.”   “Oh yeah you never actually been to out place yet,” Yang nodded. “Well thankfully the place is in a good area, decently priced and the neighbors are quiet.”   “So no noise complaints from you two?” Coco asked with a sly smirk.   “We may have had to have some sound proofing added into the walls,” Yang grinned. “Well the bedroom at least that stuff isn’t cheap and getting approval for it was a pain in the ass. I swear we’re thinking of just buying a house soon.”   “In Vale or somewhere else?” Coco asked her.   Yang shrugged. “We’re still wondering about that, it would be nice to live back in Patch, Jaune’s home town is a nice place too but with Vale we get more access to dust, high end shops and transportation for missions.”   “So when does the birthday boy get home?” Coco asked smirking knowing what they had planned.   “We got about an hour to set up.” Yang grinned back.   “Oh that’s plenty of time,” Coco had joked about joining in on a threesome with her and Jaune back when they all got together. Well, maybe half joked, some of the stories she had said had been interesting plus Yang had a killer body as well that caught Coco’s eyes. While Jaune had grown some and became more mature looking he still was a bit of a dork but a lovable one at that.   “Come on, we want to get the surprise ready.” Yang couldn’t wait to surprised him. After all the love and attention, he gave her, she was going to pay him back in spades tonight.   -Later-   Jaune opened the door to the apartment as he walked in. The mission he had just come back from had been to guard a supply convoy with others to help supply a village outside of Vale which had been hit by bandits. There had been some Grimm of course but thankfully nothing they couldn’t handle. He had messaged Yang he was arriving back to the city as she said she had a birthday present waiting for him.   He had no idea what she was up to but knowing her and her love of surprises he was eager to see it. He ran a hand over the slight stubble on his face, and he meant slight. He sighed, even though he hadn’t shaved at all he barely could grow facial hair. It seemed he was forever to have a baby face. Placing his weapons on the rack by the door he called out.   “Yang, I’m home!”   “I’m getting ready, take a shower and I’ll see you when you get out.” She called back from another room.   Jaune sniffed himself and immediately pulled his armor off, he hadn’t had a shower for a few days on the road. He took his boots off as he went to the bathroom. “Things go well while I was gone?”   “Yep, oh you might be interested to know that Blake told me that a new colony for joint Faunus and Humans was in the works.”   “That’s great,” While the White Fang were long since gone there was still a lot of hate between the races between some people. “They decide on where?”   “They’re thinking of this coastal area of Mistral but they need to evaluate it a bit more to make sure they can build it without too much trouble.”   Jaune nodded his head. That was the problem with trying to make new areas to live in, if the Grimm in the area were very active, not to mention a lot of local issues like environmental problems. If the land couldn’t produce crops or got too cold in winter, or even had storms a lot it could be a major problem. Small settlements could be built fast but they weren’t as well defended like the major cities.   As he showered Jaune had half-expected Yang to join him in the shower, it wouldn’t be the first time after all and to this day he still couldn’t believe that they had gotten together. It had started out innocently enough of them just working together after Salem on some missions. They found out that they worked well together and so they continued on. Then one night they had a bit too much to drink and while things were a bit of a blur, they had spent the night together.   It was a bit awkward after that but after moving past it, well they decided that there had to be something there so they tried dating.   That had been a couple of years ago and Jaune had to admit he had never been happier. Turning off the water he dried himself off as he wrapped a towel around his waist picking up his dirty clothing. Putting them all in the hamper he moved to the bedroom.   “Oh man that feels so much better. So, Yang what’s this surpriiiiiieeee…” Jaune stopped dead in the doorway as his girlfriend was laying on their bed in yellow thong panties in a matching see through teddy. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra either as her rose nipples were plain to see. While Yang was a vision most times, she had done up her hair and makeup. This normally would have been enough to stop him dead but it was the fact that he could also see Coco Adel also in bed dressed in an equal manner only in orange with her shades on.   While Coco had a slimmer build than Yang, she was still sexy as she pulled down her glasses to look at his body. Jaune could clearly see Coco’s pale breasts and her pink colored nipples through the transparent material.   “Oh nice, Arc really did grow up.” Coco licked her lips at the abs she was seeing. While she had seen bigger muscles on guys, Jaune’s body had a leanness to it. Making him look both strong and agile.   “Y-Yang?” Jaune asked like an animal caught in headlights at the scene.   “Happy Birthday babe,” Yang told him with a grin as she trailed her slimmer metal arm (one she kept without a weapon on it for times like this) along her side looking at him. “See Coco here gave me an idea of what to treat you to.”   “Treat met?” Jaune swallowed hard.   “Yep, here’s a sample,” Coco said from her spot behind Yang as she pulled the blonde towards her and kissed her. Yang moaned into the kiss as she responded as the two women slowly started to tease each other. Yang’s hand went to Coco’s ass feeling the tight little butt in her hand. Coco of course reached up to touch Yang’s breast, she had been wanting to feel these babies ever since she first sighted the stacked Blonde.   Jaune stood there dumbfounded as he watched his nearly naked girlfriend making out with a hot girl that was just as equally naked. He had to admit, he felt himself starting to get hard at the sight of them. Coco started to kiss down Yang’s neck making the blonde moan as she ran a hand through the other girl’s shorter brown hair.   “I think your boyfriend looks a little lonely,” Coco smirked.   “Then let’s fix that,” Yang got off the bed as she walked to Jaune wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. The stunned man felt his lover’s warm lips as he started to kiss back. Then he felt someone behind him as Coco had walked around him pressing up against his back while he had been distracted.   Jaune broke the kiss as he finally found his voice. “Yang, seriously what’s going on?”   “Simple stud,” Yang told him reaching for his towel. “Coco asked for a threesome and I was curious, since it’s your birthday I decided to give you a present.”   “Lucky you,” Coco whispered into his ear. “Yang talked a good game about you and I’m curious to see if you match up to the stories. Plus, it’s not every day your smoking hot girlfriend offers you a pass to fuck someone else.”   “Uh…yeah,” Jaune couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe he fell asleep in the shower and hit his head and this was all a dream?   Then Yang pulled his towel away throwing it aside as Coco looked over and down.   “Oh, that is a nice one,” She reached down feeling the hardening member in her hand. She could feel the heat of it at is quickly started to get to full erection. She was impressed by it, both length and girth. It wasn’t too big that it would hurt but it would definitely fill her up and maybe then some. Coco licked her lips as this was looking like it would be a great night.   “I can’t believe this is happening,” Jaune said looking down at them.   “Believe it stud,” Yang told him.   “I can’t believe you’ve been walking around with this the entire time,” Coco couldn’t wait any longer as she ran her tongue over his length making him groan. “Nice and fresh out of the shower too, nice.”   “Think you can take it?” Yang challenged.   “Watch me,” Coco smirked as she took the head in her mouth pausing to look up at Jaune and give him a wink before starting to down his cock. Coco worked her head back and forth slowly going deeper with each movement. She was glad he had showered as she ran her tongue over the bottom of his cock.   “Oh that feels good,” Jaune moaned while Yang was good, apparently Coco had a bit more skills.   “Well she’s taking it like a trooper,” Yang moved behind Coco so she could have some fun with the other woman’s body. She kissed her neck as one of Yang’s hands started to fondle a breast and her other went to caress her pussy making the fashionista huntress moan.   “Grab her head Jaune, I want to see you fuck her face.” Yang told him licking Coco’s ear lobe.   He did just that as his hands gripped her short hair and started to buck his hips slightly. He didn’t want to hurt her and he was looking for any sign she wanted to stop. In stead she only reached around to grab his ass in her hands almost helping him to face fuck her.   “Glunck-guck-glug-gluck!” the sounds from Coco’s mouth came out in wet and sloppy as dropped was starting to seep out of her mouth but she didn’t dare stop. Yang had already started fucking her pussy with two fingers as she felt those large breasts pressing up against her. That large dick in her mouth as the two of them went to work on her just felt amazing. She was no prude and she always liked a good time and boy she was having a good time.   “You ready to cum yet?” Yang whispered into her ear. She only increased the pace of her finger fucking as she used the palm of her hand to slap down on her clit. Coco cried out as her face was red flushed from both pleasure and nearly having her throat stuffed. Jaune was so deep in her mouth that when he pulled her to his crotch, she felt him go into her throat. Thankfully she had spent some time with a few men that were in Jaune’s league and had over time worked on her gag reflex.   That’s when she came, her body shuddered as she felt her orgasm hit her, Yang felt her pussy clench around her fingers as she felt the liquids spill out slightly from her slit onto her hand.   “Oh she just came Jaune, you close baby?”   “Y-yeah,” Jaune said through clenched teeth.   “Then do it, give her a taste of that Arc cream.”   Jaune gave a few more thrusts before he held her had and groaned out. Yang could see his balls tighten and the part of his did that wasn’t in Coco’s mouth pulse knowing that hot liquid was now being shot into Coco’s mouth. Coco gobbled it up like a champ, some spilled out and when Jaune pulled out Coco gasped for air.   Yang saw her mouth still had some of Jaune’s cum in it and pulled her into a deep kiss running her tongue inside of the other woman’s mouth to take as much into her own as possible.   Jaune took a moment to catch his breath as he watched the two of them kneeling down kissing each other deeply. Yang ran her tongue over the parts of Coco that some of the cum had spilled onto her body.   “Fuck me that was intense.” Coco smiled.   “Oh we’re not done yet,” Yang seeing she was finished ‘cleaning’ her up went over to Jaune and jerked him a few times before putting his softening cock in her own mouth to clean him as well, not to mention to make sure he was ready for the next part. The good thing she found with Jaune was that he had excellent stamina.   She wasn’t sure if the whole large aura meant large sexual stamina was a real thing but in Jaune it seemed to go hand in hand. That or it was just that he pushed himself in his training all the time to be the best he could be.   Coco got up feeling the stickiness between her thighs as she sat onto the bed and watched Yang go to work. She licked her lips as she wouldn’t mind another taste of the both of them but first she needed a breather. She took off her shades and crawled over to an end table to place them on.   “So now what?” Coco asked leaning against the pillows looking at them.   Yang pulled off his cock seeing him ready. “Well, he’s the birthday boy, so Jaune you want one of us to ride you as you eat the other one out or want to fuck one of us while we eat out the other?”   “I get to choose?” Jaune had to admit he wasn’t sure what do to. It still felt strange, part of him wanted to fuck Yang of course but she was literally giving him a pass to fuck another woman. He looked up to Coco who was laying on the bed with an eager expression. It still felt a bit like cheating since this was just dropped on him and he didn’t want to make Yang jealous by choosing Coco first.   Yang knew him well enough to know that he was having a moral dilemma. She rolled her eyes but it was that moral streak of his was one of the things she liked about him. She never have to worry about him cheating on her that’s for sure, it was why she was doing this for him. Okay maybe a little bit for her own bucket list too but mainly for him.   She got up and pushed him towards Coco. “Go on and get on that bed.”   He stumbled forward as he felt onto the bed his face looking at a wet pussy that wasn’t his girlfriend’s.   “Oh offering to eat me out already?” Coco teased him.   “Maybe,” Jaune too to the challenge and surprised her by actually placing his mouth on her slit and started to do just that.   “Oh! Damn girl you trained him to eat pussy?” Coco purred at the skill of Jaune’s tongue.   “We both taught each other a few things,” Yang stood to the side watching him go to work. She started to caress one of her breasts, her finger caressing and playing with them before running a finger over her hardened nipple. The other hand sliding down her toned stomach to her own pussy starting to tease it with her metal hand.   Jaune tasted Coco in his mouth as he soon started to kiss up her body, he started going towards her naval as Coco moaned with a smile as his hands started to roam over her body. It was strange as he started to play with another woman’s body as his girlfriend was masturbating to the sight of it. Jaune eventually got to Coco’s breasts, while not as full as Yang’s they were still very nice.   He took one of her nipples in his mouth as Coco gave a long drawn out moan.   “Fuck I need some of that,” Yang quickly go onto the bed as she took the other breast and mirrored Jaune.   “Oh fuck you guys, this is so awesome,” Coco breathed.   She felt two sets of lips on her breasts, two warm bodies rubbing against her, sets of hands running over her.   “Fuck I need something inside of me guys, I fucking need it now,” Coco eventually told them the heat of her core demanding something, anything to be put inside.   “I think she wants me Yang,” Jaune turned to her.   “Then time to give her that Arc dick babe.” Yang slide to the side to give him some room.   Coco was now spreading herself for him. “Come on, let’s see how that big boy feels inside this pussy.”   “Just a sec,” Yang went to the dresser and got out a condom before ripping it open and going to Jaune to place it on. “No offence but the only one that gets a creampie here is me.”   “I’m on the pill,” Coco shrugged although she would admit it was nice to have protection.   “Sorry Coco but the only one that might end up having little baby Arcs is me,” She said.   “Wait what?” Jaune asked her hearing that.   Yang blushed a bit at her slip. “Well, I’m not ready for kids…yet. But accidents happen and if they did I…well I wouldn’t mind.” She knew that was how she had come to be born. One night with her parents without protection and Tai had proposed to Raven as soon as she got the pregnancy test results.   Jaune look at her with love and affection as he lifted her face to meet his as he gave her a tender and loving kiss.   “Awww that’s sweet,” Coco said breaking the moment. “But if you two are done being all sappy, I want that Arc meat inside fucking me now.”   With the condom on Jaune gave Yang one last look of ‘are you sure about this?’ since he was about to put it into another woman. She smiled at him and nodded as he looked down guiding it to her waiting pussy, he could smell her arousal by this point as he slowly started to push in.   “Ohhh goddddd!” Coco moaned. “Fuck that’s the spot.”   Coco felt herself being stretched out as he pushed himself into her body, she was starting to wonder when he would end when she felt him kiss the end of her tunnel and lightly hit her cervix. “Fuck me I’m so full Jaune.”   “Oh yeah imagine my surprised when he first pulled that ‘sword’ out on me,” Yang grinned remembering it. “I swear he’s permanently pounded my pussy to fit his dick perfectly now.”   “So how do you like it?” Jaune asked her.   “Hey this is all yours birthday boy you can fuck me like a cock sleeve if you wanted to,” Coco told him.   “Trust me it took me forever to get him to get rough with me,” Yang told her.   “I just wanted to make sure you felt good!” Jaune defended himself his shoulders slumping a bit.   “That’s nice and all but I came for a good fucking so fuck away,” Coco wiggled her hips. “I won’t break.”   “Oh that’s a challenge,” Yang’s eyes lit up. “Break her babe.”   “Well…okay then,” He positioned himself onto his knees bringing her hips off the bed as he gripped them and thrust in hard into her using the position to bury himself with as much force as he could. Coco’s mouth opened up as a cry of pleasure came out.   “You wanted it this rough, well then take it,” Jaune told her as he started to hammer into the brunette.   “Ah! Fuck! Yes! Fucking-that’s it!” Coco cried out as in this position Jaune was running his cock across her g-spot as he thrust all the way in. He pulled out nearly fully out and then would slam himself back in.   Yang needed a bit more as she straddled Coco’s face facing Jaune. “Put that mouth to work Coco.”   She reached up to Yang’s hips and pulled her down onto her own lips as she went to work on Yang’s pussy.   “Ohhh fuck yes,” Yang moaned rolling her hips.   “Fuck Yang, she’s tightening up around me,” Jaune told her as he felt her warm pussy closing around him.   “Her tongue’s fucking amazing too,” Yang moaned.   Yang’s breathing was labored as she felt Coco’s tongue on her pussy as the other woman was eating her out with expert skills. Yang reached down to fondle Coco’s smaller breasts, well smaller compared to her own but then again Coco’s were still pretty nice to fondle.   She watched Jaune as he plowed into Coco over and over, they were all getting sweaty now as the room was heating up with their threesome, the smell of lust and sex was also filling the room as the bed shook     “Yeah do it Jaune, fuck her, fuck her hard.” Yang felt turned on watching him take another woman with her. It was kind of empowering to know that even if he was fucking her, the way he looked at her told her that he would always want to fuck Yang first and foremost as their eyes met as he watched her as he fucked Coco.   Yang smiled back at him as she reached down to her clit nearing her orgasm.   Coco came first as she cried out into Yang’s pussy as her legs wrapped around Jaune’s hips and held him close as her hands went to Yang’s ass to squeeze it.   “I think she just came,” Yang cried out.   “She’s not the only one,” Jaune was thrusting desperately now as he felt himself ready to blow.   “Do it Jaune, cum for me Baby,” Yang told him.   “Oh god!” Jaune pulled Coco’s hips to his crotch as he fired his next load into the condom. Coco moaned feeling the warmth event through the condom. That’s when she felt it, Yang’s own release into her mouth as Yang cried out throwing her head back as the final one to reach their orgasm.   They all untangled from each other catching their breaths. Jaune rolled off the bed as he pulled off the condom and to get some tissues to clean up.   “Oh fuck that was great,” Coco breathed.   “Hell, yeah it was,” Yang grinned. She rolled over and got on top of Coco as she kissed the woman, Coco wasn’t going to pass this up. It was a heated kiss, nothing loving like what she gave Jaune. This was just pure lust.   “Let me at those tits girl,” Coco told her as Yang moved up as Coco was now faced with the large tits of Yang. The Huntress reached up to play with them feeling their weight. “God these are impressive.”   “Oh yeah you bet they are,” Yang sighed in pleasure.   “I think the only girl I know who had bigger was Glynda,” Coco took one of Yang’s nipples into her mouth as she sucked on the nub.   “Oh fuck Coco,” Yang replied. “I think I’d still fuck her.”   “Who wouldn’t?” Jaune replied having finished cleaning up watching the lesbian act in front of him as he gently started to stroke himself.   “Getting ready again?” Yang asked over her shoulder.   “I think I got another one in me.” He looked at Yang’s tight ass. “I think I want to fuck my girlfriend this time.”   “Oh good,” Yang shifted herself down as she was now facing Coco’s pussy. “Time to return the favor.”   “Nice.” Coco spread herself as the blonde gave her slit an experimental lick.   Jaune went to get another condom before Yang stopped him.   “Don’t worry about it Jaune, I want to feel you shoot that all inside of me.” Yang told him from her position.   “You sure?”   He always asked when she asked about that, she was on the pill yes but they didn’t always have unsafe sex but this was a special day. “It’s a safe day.”   “Okay then,” He was hard by now as he got behind Yang and guided himself into her warm pussy. He sighed as he pushed himself in as Yang moaned out. Yang’s pussy was always so very warm and tight. She was like a perfect fit for him as he enjoyed the moment before he grabbed her shapely hips and started to fuck her.   Yang went to work on Coco’s pussy tasting the after effects of Coco’s own cum leaking out of the well fucked pussy.   Coco hummed as she felt Yang’s tongue on her sensitive slit. She was still very sensitive to Jaune fucking her but Yang’s tongue thankfully was nowhere near a big. She gripped the blonde’s hair lightly knowing she had a thing about her hair. She watched as Jaune got behind his girlfriend lining himself up as he then pushed in.   Yang moaned out loudly as she finally felt him inside of her. Jaune started off slow as his hand roamed over her hips and ass, caressing her body. He ran a hand over her spine in just that right way that sent shivers down it. She lost herself in the sensations, the smell of Coco’s arousal and sex, the taste of it in her mouth as she matched Jaune’s thrust with her own.   “Oh yeah that’s it, fuck her while she’s eating me out Arc,” Coco said to him.   “You like that Yang?” Jaune asked her as his hips slapped into her ass.   She moaned a reply.   Coco was surprised when she heard a smack sound as Jaune spanked Yang’s ass getting the blonde woman to cry out.   “Didn’t know she was into that,” Coco ground her pussy into Yang’s mouth getting her to really work at it.   “Yeah, surprised me too,” Jaune spanked her other ass cheek with his other hand as he felt her tighten up around him each time, he spanked her. Yang always did have a thing for getting a little pain in sex, not too much but some light spanking or nipple biting she was into.   Yang moaned with each spank as she dove her tongue as deep as she could into Coco’s pussy. She started to attack her clit and then moved her flesh hand up and started to insert two fingers into the other woman’s wet pussy.   “That’s it Yang, just like that, fuck me girl, fuck me,” Coco cried out humping the other girl’s face by this point.   For several minutes they kept at it but eventually all good things had to end and Jaune was nearing the finish line first.   “I’m coming!” Jaune cried out as his thrusts were getting quicker as he was nearing the end.   “Yeah do it, fill her up Jaune,” Coco told him. It was kind of hot watching Jaune about to creampie Yang right then and there. She had a few of her own in her time, some on purpose and some not. The guys that were supposed to pull out and didn’t well they didn’t get a second chance with her.   Yang was moaning as she seemed desperate for his cum as well as she was thrusting back eagerly.   Jaune grunted out as he came, he flooded Yang’s pussy with his hot sperm making his girlfriend cry out into Coco’s pussy as she reached her own orgasm. The feel of him cumming inside of her was the only thing she needed to help push her over the edge.   “Holy shit,” Coco breathed as he watched the busty blonde get filled by the other blonde. Knowing that he was cumming unprotected inside of that pussy made her shudder as she felt her release. It wasn’t as strong as when she had Jaune’s large dick in her but damn did it feel good.   All three of them lay on the bed sweaty and breathing hard from finally finishing up. Jaune stared at the ceiling trying to catch his breath feeling drained but otherwise good. Yang turned over a she cuddled up to his side running her flesh hand over his body.   “So how was your present?” Yang asked.   “It was great but now I feel like I’m going to have to really think about your birthday.”   “I’m up for it if you guys are,” Coco shrugged turning to her side and propping up herself slightly. “After all that, I wouldn’t mind doing this again. Hell when’s your anniversary?”   Jaune and Yang gave each other a shared look before Yang looked to her. “We’ll talk.”   “That’s fair…so…” Coco stretched out. “We done or can we maybe keep going until I got to leave?”   “When do you have to leave?” Jaune asked.   “I got a train to catch…in a few days,” Coco grinned at them.   “You didn’t bring much over for clothing,” Yang pointed out.   “At the hotel and if I’m staying, I don’t plan on wearing much around with you two.” She looked lustfully at the two of them.   Yang saw Jaune’s dick twitch a bit at that and figured, well they could drag this birthday celebration out a little bit longer. It was a shame to not get the most use out of this present after all.   The End

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Chapter 1 - In Heat

"Are you alright, Koneko?" Akeno asked her with concern etched on her face. The two were in the club room alone and Koneko was trying her hardest to keep her small twitches and shivers at bay while Akeno did her usual around the room.  Was it possible to feel as red-hot as her body did right now? Koneko crossed her arms over her chest since the slightest movement teased her pointed nipples. Being shorter than Akeno had its own set of problems too since she could clearly see into her friend's generous cleavage. That didn't help matters at all. throb Oh nonono! Koneko thought, a drop of sweat clearly trailed down her forehead in front of Akeno. She was succumbing to her mating needs, and fast. Her eyes were glued to the two glorious tits that bounced with every step that Akeno walked. If only she could just wash her feverish face in those cool tits for a moment... "Thanks, but I-I'll just lie down..." she felt another heat flash course through her body and instead of just walking over to the chair she face-planted onto the floor. A humiliating defeat at the hands of her lust. "Oh you poor thing!" Akeno sighed and pulled her up to her feet, unaware of how thin the clothes she wore separated her and a large cock in her pussy. Koneko muttered deliriously but sat down in the chair as Akeno instructed. But instead of helping her, however, she went right back to her task. Koneko flashed in anger. The task had something to do with Issei and instead of Akeno helping her out she had the audacity to just plunk her down in a chair and walk away! Her small body was shaking in lust and anger at this point. There wasn't anything she could do now with someone as sexy as Akeno constantly near her grasp. She wiped her forehead and tried to focus on something, anything else in the room. Unfortunately - or fortunately - right at the moment Koneko risked a quick look at Akeno, the black-haired beauty had reached over to pick up whatever-it-was up. Her chest was perfectly on display in front of her aching body. Koneko wrung her hands and barely restrained herself again. Until it happened. Riip! "Oh damn," Akeno cursed and ran her fingers over her now-torn blouse to survey the damage. "I just bought this to show off to Issei too." As if a choir began to sing and the pearly gates of Heaven opened up, Koneko "mrrowed" and tackled Akeno to the ground. "?!" Akeno was caught off guard and struggled to stand up. "Koneko?! What are you doing??" Koneko's snow-white hair draped over her face like a curtain, darkening her face. "I was struggling for so long to restrain myself against these sweater puppies of yours. The way you bounced around so effortlessly was a constant tease. Yes, pure torture." The want, no, the need to mate had overpowered Koneko and all of her senses. She felt the words spill out of her, which felt quite unlike her. "Get off of me!" Koneko ignored her and against Akeno's will, she felt a pleasurable jolt in her pussy as Akeno uncaringly ripped the rest of blouse off. "S-stop!" Akeno cried out. But it was much too late. Akeno's large breasts were finally free from their prison. Large and creamy...quite unlike Koneko's own pitiful chest. "It must be nice," Koneko roughly rubbed and squeezed the tits with wild abandon, "To be able to seduce any man just by giving him a peek at these beauties."  "Th-that's no- hnn~!" Akeno moaned as Koneko opened her mouth wide and latched onto one of the large tits with her drooling mouth. She suckled on her friend with no intention of ever letting go. Koneko savored the feeling of having Akeno at her mercy already. And they hadn't even started! She rolled her tongue across Akeno's flesh. Just her tongue alone was enough for her to get an idea of how firm and perfect her boobs were. Another pang of jealousy and heat coursed through her. Koneko needed to cum - and soon - but it wasn't worth it if her bitch wasn't sufficiently wet. "Ahh!" Akeno moaned in surprise as Koneko bit down on her erect nipple and going into pleasing back and forth of nibbling on the nip and licking all over her breast. Akeno could feel the heat pulse within her and felt the beginning of a large orgasm. Koneko must've sensed it too because not a second later her hand flashed downward and pulled Akeno's panties down in one fell swoop. No words were needed as Koneko simply indulged herself like a kitten in front of a large bowl of milk. She teased Akeno's pussy for only a moment before shoving three fingers into her friend's warm pussy all at once. "Koneko!" Akeno gasped at the sudden insertion, "Please calm down!"  Oh how powerful Koneko felt in that moment, making Akeno's body spasm and convulse wth pleasure right below her as she ran her fingers in and out of the slick cunt. Whatever reservations Akeno had before this, they were washed away as quickly as pussy juice washed over Akeno's thighs and Koneko's fingers. But, like a dam about to break, Akeno pussy's clenched down and a flood of her sweet honey rushed the two of them and the floor below. Koneko stopped sucking on the reddened breast and brought her hand up to her lips to clean it of the sticky job well done. Akeno tried to push her off but the white-haired girl had other ideas. "Did you seriously think that was it? I didn't tackle you for nothing!" "But-" Akeno froze as Koneko stood up and above her. Protruding from her skirt was the largest cock she'd ever seen! How Akeno went that whole session without being poked by it was nothing short of a miracle. Koneko pulled her own panties down and let her cock bounce up and down impressively above Akeno's head. Her phallus was a throbbing mass of cockmeat that didn't look like it was even close to being sated. Veins popped out against the angry red skin and only seemed to get worse by the moment. "You made my poor girlcock look like this," Koneko groaned and stroked it, "It's your job to finish me off as many times as I need after I so lovingly made you wet and ready."  Akeno stared above, dumbfounded. "There's no way you plan on penetrating me with that th-thing, do you?!" A scowl formed on Koneko's face. "I bet if my cock was attached to Issei you'd be begging on your hands and knees like a little slut to service him." She lowered herself to her knees so she was positioned over Akeno's breasts. The scowl deepened. "Open your mouth. NOW!" Akeno went cross-eyed to focus on the purple head that was centimeters away from her full lips. The smell of it was warping her thoughts too. A drop of pre-cum dripped onto her chin and rolled down her exposed neck. Now fed up, Koneko grabbed Akeno's mouth and forcefully forced it open. "If you don't want to play by the rules then I'll just have to make you play myself!" Koneko rammed some of her cock into Akeno's mouth. Akeno tried to scream out and struggle but to no avail again. In a dark corner of her mind, she could already feel her pussy warming up to the idea of being used as nothing more than Koneko's fleshlight. Pre-cum spilled out of the head of the cock after finally feeling something warm and wet envelope it after so long being dry. Koneko would've cried in happiness if all the fluid in her small body wasn't being redirected to her penis. Akeno's throat parted to accept the cock into her mouth, but not willingly. Despite the difference in their powers, Koneko was easily holding her down and pushed more and more into her mouth. Finally! Koneko thought to herself, now with the appropriate amount of dick lodged in Akeno's throat she could get this party started. She wasn't fully in her mouth yet but that would change soon. The parts of her dick that were in though? All coated in Akeno's spit. If Koneko hadn't already known what a pussy felt like, tightening in an orgasm on her cock, she would've thought she'd peaked. Thankfully though, Koneko was virgin as she expertly held Akeno's head in place as the bulge in her throat began to move rhythmically in time with the futa's hips. Drool dribbled out of Akeno's - and probably Koneko too out of bliss - mouth as spit and pre-cum mixed together and forced the beauty to swallow constantly as to not drown in sex. Koneko wanted more though. She gripped her friend's head for all it was worth and mashed it in and out all over hog as fluid flew everywhere. Loud popping noises and glucks filled the room as Akeno could barely stay conscious during the furious facefucking. Koneko's sweet pre-cum and musk felt like it was doing its best to hypnotize her in its tasty charms. Moving even faster, Koneko smirked at the little puddle of pre-cum she was making around Akeno's head. Served her right, flaunting her tits for her to see like that. As if she didn't want a cock to choke her out! Akeno could feel every pulse and vein of futa cock as it hotly ran over tongue and taste buds again and again. It overloaded her senses. Her sight was a mix of her own tears from the lack of air and a surprisingly bald pubic area from her "friend". So now everything was being dominated by Akeno and her cock. The harsh punishment stung enough but amidst the rough fucking Akeno still felt really turned on. Akeno treating her like this was nothing short of a delight. Degrading her and treating her as the "fault" of her being in heat. Despite the hot cock in her mouth and throat, a small laugh bubbled within her. Maybe all Akeno had to do to be treated like again was maybe "accidentally" drop a pencil in front of Akeno and let her see she wasn't wearing panties that day or unbuttoning her blouse on a warm summer day? The possibilities are endless! To torture the futa until her urged overtook here! While Akeno was lost in a sea of thoughts and pre-cum, Koneko's thrusts were growing desperate and wild, a tell-tale sign she was about to cum. Every beat of her heart she felt her penis pump back in time twofold. She decided to ignore telling Akeno and suddenly thrust forward for all it was worth and cummed. "YEEES!" she screamed and her girlcock swelled and shot out many hot, thick ropes of cum that had been boiling in her balls for who knows how long.  It was too much. Far too much for Akeno to swallow it all. The thick semen ran out of her flooded mouth and spilled out onto her face and floor. It was nothing compared to the one drop of pre-cum before.  Rather than rest in the afterglow of her orgasm, Koneko threw Akeno head off her cock and stood up to survey her work. The top of Akeno's body was, frankly, a mess. Cum rushed out of her sore jaw and the puddle around her head was even more pronounced. Akeno herself looked close to passing out but through her dazed vision, she could still see the outline of an erect cock. If anything, the heat flashes Koneko felt in her were getting worse than ever. The remedy? Pussy. Koneko shivered. Wasting no time, she moved and knelt in front of Akeno's wet pussy. Aside from the attention it received earlier the poor thing hadn't been touched at all. No matter though, Koneko was here to make it all better.  "Open wiiiide~!" Koneko said happily. Akeno had been too occupied with swallowing all the sweet treat in and around her mouth to notice Koneko had the purple head of her cock against her pussy lips. "Wait!" she said. Koneko grinned, "Nope!" she answered. With that nice and concise answer, she pushed into her friend's pussy with no resistance whatsoever. In one move, all of her cock was in a hot and slick vice.  "?!" Akeno threw her head back and released what was something akin between a scream and moan as she orgasmed for the simple penetration. Her body shook as the tendrils of pleasure kept shooting from her pussy to the rest of her body. Without meaning to she rubbed her breasts and frantically rubbed her clit as Koneko kept thrusting to prolong the orgasm as long as possible. "Ah~ ah~ ah~!" Akeno's loud moans filled the room as her heavy breasts bounced in time with the smaller girl's powerful pounding. It felt like her body was continually being shocked by bolts of electricity. There really was no better feeling in the world than having a thick blow your mind and body. If Akeno felt that good, it was nothing compared to what Koneko was going through at the moment. Nothing mattered to her except whatever feelings she felt in her cock. She couldn't even accurately describe it to herself. All the feeling in her body was simply draining to her cock. Her tongue lolled out from the pleasure and mindlessly kept thrusting into Akeno. She fell forward and licked and sucked the whatever she could on the breathtaking body below her. The wet slaps of their lovemaking reverberated throughout the room and maybe the whole world! Was Koneko delirious? Probably!  Mindlessly rutting into her friend like a wild animal meant she was truly alive! "YESS!" Koneko's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she unloaded cum into Akeno. Every single pulse of her girl cock shot more cock into the "fleshlight" than most men did during their whole orgasm. Both Koneko and Akeno's toes curled and legs strained and they worked to get every single drop of baby batter into Akeno's used body.  Cum and sweat were all over the both of them now and even Koneko needed a short break as rolled off of Akeno and onto her back. Her pole of a cock showed no intention of going flaccid as even more cum-shot out in the afterglow. Akeno, probably inspired by the amount of cum in her flat, tight tummy at the moment, licked her lips and attacked the rock hard cock with her boobs. Koneko was only a little dazed now and quickly caught on as Akeno moved her tits up and down on her penis. "I can't even fully cover it..." Akeno marveled at the size of hot meat in between her breasts. It as red and veiny as ever, but now Akeno could control how much love to give it. She peppered the head of Koneko's cock with kisses and sloppily licked up whatever pussy juice or cum was still on it and swallowed.  "Faster!" Koneko groaned and humped upward to get off as fast and as hard as she could. Even though she just came, pre-cum spilled out of the head of her angry member and onto Akeno's breasts.  Akeno let it run down, loving the feeling of the pre drip down her breasts. She was beginning to doubt that even Issei could last as long as a futanari catgirl in heat. She took as much cock into her mouth as she could and sucked on it so her cheeks damn near looked concave. "Yesssss," Koneko slurred her words and pushed upward to get as much of Akeno's mouth as she could. Still, her breasts were still the star of the show as Akeno - with a pop! - took the cock out of her mouth played around with it on her breasts. She looked at Koneko and could tell another orgasm was coming shortly. Without a word, Koneko groaned and another rush cum came out and splashed all over Akeno's breasts and face which she happily took. "God you look so hot covered in my cum," said Koneko. Still, her cock still showed signs of life and she rubbed the hard length on Akeno's face. "Oh yeah, this big cock is all yours now. All day, every day. You can be my little slut who cleans me up after every orgasm!"  Those words were nothing but gospel to Akeno, who only moaned in response to being flipped over to her stomach by Koneko.  "One more spot to fuck!" said Koneko happily. And like all the other times, she shoved her cock into Akeno's virgin ass without warning. "Too much!" Akeno cried out in pain but Koneko went on without a care in the world! "Nonono, you like this, right? You get to be my tight little cocksleeve forever!" Koneko's hips thrust with the skills of a master and Akeno quickly learned to get used to the monster in her ass whether she liked it or not. "Right?!" "Y-yes!" Akeno moaned, "Fuck my ass!" She felt so cheap and good, being used just so Koneko could get off. "Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum!" She thrust backward against Koneko's throbbing monster of a cock cried out in pain and pleasure with every thrust was forced to be acquainted with. Koneko reached forward and pulled Akeno's cum-ridden and dirty ponytail back and kept thrusting without any care in the world. All she wanted to do was to make Akeno squeal with every plunge into her ass. Her hot breath filled the air as she focused on Akeno's face as pulled back even harder while the pretty pink asshole on her cock tightened more and more with every intention to milk many more loads out of her. "More, more, give me more!" Akeno screamed and Koneko used her other hand to slap Akeno's ass, leaving bright marks with a color, not unlike her cock's angry red. "Yes!! Fuck your little slut! Fuck me and make yours!" Akeno's moans and screams mixed together in harmony, peaceful music to Koneko's ears, "Make your sweet cum overfill my ass just like you did to my pussy!!" Akeno was barely coherent in her words and if nothing else only made Koneko even hornier.  "You got it!" she gasped and hammered her long futa dick in and out of her friend with no concern for anyone else. Her precious Akeno who is only useful for being a cum dumpster for her now and forever! For the 4th time that day, Koenko's eyes screwed up as she came inside Akeno's ass. Cum spurted out of her asshole and around her cock as Koneko kept up her wild and frantic thrusts. "YEEES!" With one last word, Akeno screamed her own orgasm up to the heavens and flopped down onto the dirty floor, where she belonged.  Koneko shakily stood up with her cock only at half-mast. She could hear someone on the outside of the room coming, and fast. Probably because of all the screams. Ready or not, I here I come, she grinned. With a twinge in her cock. 

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Chapter 0 - Foreword

This is a story that popped into my head after reading the Fifth elephant, and i just couldn't get it out of my head, I decided to write it down, and well, here it is.. I'm not claiming it to be a masterpiece of anything, but some might find it enjoyable. I am aware it seems a little rushed and rough, and i am sure with a little work i could make it better, but i just needed it out of my system. Discworld is invented by Terry Prattchet.

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Model

Disclaimer: I don’t own Spider-Man or any Marvel character and I don’t make a profit from this. The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 2: The Model Peter woke up to the sun in his face as he tried to remember what had just happened last night. As the memory of being with that woman came back he suddenly sat up in bed and looked around. “The hell?” He remembered things like candles being all over his room but there wasn’t a single drop of wax anywhere, no smell of candles either. Looking down he saw that he was still in his sleeping clothing as well. The sheets were messy but that could have been just because he had been tossing in his sleep. He didn’t feel like he had spent all nigh having great sex he didn’t even smell like it. He fell back onto his back looking up at the ceiling. “Well Peter it’s official you really got to be lonely to have your own mind make up a sex dream like that.” He sighed rubbing his face. True he had been down since his breakup with Charlie but he didn’t think it had gotten to that point yet. He grumbled as he got up and headed for the shower feeling surprisingly refreshed. It felt like he had one hell of a nice sleep, although he wouldn’t mind waking up to someone else in bed with the aches and pains of sex afterward. Although most people didn’t know it, Peter didn’t like being alone he had enough of that growing up. With no parents and living with his aunt and uncle, plus being kind of a quiet kid who was more into books it had been hard making friends. Then you get high school being labeled the nerd and picked on and you get the picture. It wasn’t until he had his first girlfriend in Gwen did Peter know the joys of sharing a life, then when things got more serious with MJ he had been prepared to live the rest of his life with someone. To wake up next to them, to feel them next to him in the night had been a great comfort and he missed that. In the shower Peter wondered about his life and the relationships in it trying to figure out where he had gone wrong. He had kept his secret from Gwen and in the end she had been killed because of Norman Osborne the first Green Goblin. With Black Cat she was more interested in Spider-Man than the man behind the mask. Mary Jane he had thought she had been the one, hell he nearly married her and for the longest time he thought he had found the one. But then things had just didn’t work out, oh sure they had their ups and downs like any relationship but when it had ended Peter had felt like someone had taken a precious part of him away. Then when Carlie came along he thought that maybe keeping her unaware of him being Spider-Man like with Gwen it would work, MJ had known and it had put her in danger. Carlie already was in danger working with the NYPD even it was with the Crime Scene Unit. But again that hadn’t work out when she had found out he had lied to her, she was still pissed at him. Well pissed at Peter, she could still work with ‘Spider-Man’ apparently which only showed Peter that he had no clue how the female mind worked. Drying off he was about to start breakfast when he got a call, checking the time he saw that thankfully he hadn’t slept in. Sure Horizon Labs didn’t have a nine to five work hours but showing up late all the time from him sleeping in didn’t give him a good reputation. But from the clock it was still early so thankfully it wasn’t work calling. He picked up the phone saying hello and was a bit surprised by the familiar voice on the other line. “Hey hope I wasn’t waking you,” Mary Jane Watson’s voice called out through the phone. “Naw just got up, how are things?” Although MJ was his ex they had gotten to the place where they were still very close friends. Maybe more than friends but less than lovers, it was a really awkward place for them after everything they had been through with each other there would always be something between them. “Actually going kind of well you wouldn’t believe what I just bought,” She happily told him. “Well you wouldn’t be calling about a new dress or shoes this early, you don’t drive so you didn’t get a car did you?” “Something a bit bigger,” she told him. “You know how I’ve been thinking of trying something new with my life other than modeling or acting?” Peter sat down as he nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “Yeah kind of still surprised about that.” “Yeah I know, I’ve done lots of modeling and I’ve been in TV and in a few films but lately my career just kind of has been stalled. Plus I only got a few more good years left as a model and acting jobs aren’t as plentiful in New York as they were in L.A. So I needed something else I mean I’m not going to be one of those people who don’t plan ahead.” “Smart but then you always were.” “Damn right,” She nearly laughed knowing that in intelligence he was way beyond her. “Well I bought myself a club.” “What like a nightstick?” Peter joked not sure if she was serious or not. “Peter,” She chided him, “I mean a real club as in dancing and drinking.” Peter blinked in surprised, “Well…huh that’s good news if a little surprising. You never said anything about wanting to do this before.” “Yeah I know but honestly with everything happening in New York they’re finding it hard to shoot here since the insurance rates have increased. Plus I’m getting a little too old to model as I only got a few years left in that.” “Old? You’re not even thirty.” She only laughed over the phone, “That’s old in the model world Peter. Anyway I found this great place that was up for sale and given all the parties and clubs I went to I wanted to run one of my own once. I think now was the time. But I was wondering if I could get some help from you?” Peter shrugged even though he knew she couldn’t see it, it was just habit to do things like that over the phone. “Sure why not.” “Great, can you swing by after work? And I don’t mean your usual swing by the way,” She told him lightly. -Later that day- Peter hadn’t known what MJ had needed his help for but he found the place she told him that she owned. It looked pretty expensive and he had to guess she had taken a loan to pay for part of this place. She knew she had done a few jobs in LA that had paid well but he hoped this place lasted. He didn’t want to see this place on Bar Rescue or something. So he had shown up regularly after work and since the Avengers of the Foundation didn’t call for him he showed up. She let him in as he quickly found out why she needed him she needed help moving some furniture around.  So there he was picking up a sofa in her new office and carrying it around by himself. “I think this is an abuse of our friendship,” He told her. “Oh please can’t a girl call her friend who just happens to have super human strength to help her out? I mean I’d do it if I still had those spider powers of my own you know.” She teased. “Yeah and you’d be a giant spider monster by now too,” Peter set the sofa down. “Okay that’s true,” She sighed as she picked up a box and set it down. It was full of supplied she would need for the bookkeeping. She hoped that she didn’t need to hire help for that, well only time would tell but she was certain she could manage. “So any world saving today?” She asked him as they got to work. As the two of them were busy they didn’t know that they were being watched by a third entity that was with them unseen and unheard by their mortal senses. Aphrodite had felt the pull of her spell on Peter and she could see the underlying attraction these two had. The woman was tall with lovely long red hair and stunning green eyes. She had a great hourglass figure and long legs, although her breasts weren’t as large as the goddess’ she had to admit by mortal standards the woman was very sexy. She had been listening in and she could tell right away something was going on between them or at least there had been a lot of love between them. She could feel the embers of that flame still there but for some reason it felt muted to her. Which was odd but she just wanted to sit back and enjoy the show as she felt her spell starting to work. Peter went to go through a box of hers when he noticed MJ bending down to pick something up, those tight jeans of hers left nothing to the imagination as he saw her perfect ass. He also could see her long legs and he felt old desires flare up inside of him. He would like nothing better than to take those jeans off and bend her over and have his way with her. He knew just how it felt to be inside of her, the sexy noises she made, how her breasts felt in his hands and mouth. He felt himself getting hard just remembering all the times they had sex when they had been together. He wanted her, he still wanted her maybe he had never stopped but he wasn’t sure if he could cross that line again. He quickly turned around trying to calm himself he blamed that damn dream he had. It must have given him a case of blue balls or something because fantasying about his ex-girlfriend was dangerous territory.     “There how’s that?” Peter asked her putting down her new desk. MJ snapped out of her trance as she had been too busy staring at Peter’s ass and the familiar burning desires she used to have all the time with him couldn’t be stopped. She knew she still felt for him but things had only just become stable between them but here she was with her Ex and checking him out and thinking what it would be like to be lying on that desk naked with his cock thrusting into her body. She missed his touch the feel of him on her body and it was like her desires were kicked into overdrive. “MJ?” Peter asked her as he saw an old look in her eyes it was a look he hadn’t seen in a long time. She really looked good too, hell she always looked good but for some reason today it was like old times. He knew every inch of her body and god how he wanted to rip those clothing off of her. She slowly walked up to him as she ran a hand on the wooden desk. He caught her scent and god did she smell great, she was wearing something new but he liked it. “Have you ever thought about what you could do if you could change a certain moment in time?” Mary Jane asked him as her other hand ran up his chest as their eyes locked. “Like what if you might have made a mistake or even just go back and relive a good moment?” “Yeah I have,” Peter told her locked his brown eyes with her green. Neither of them talked for a moment and then like a damn bursting they grabbed each other and kissed each other deeply. It was a very heated kiss and soon followed by others as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. They felt starved for each other like only the other could satisfy their unending hunger. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Peter said kissing her neck. “I know,” She told him caressing the back of his neck. “You just had a break up.” “We just became friends,” He said one hand squeezing her ass. “I know it would be weird to suddenly go back,” She hooked a leg around him pulling him closer. “There are a lot of reasons we shouldn’t do this.” “So why don’t I care about those?” He asked her his other hand going for the thigh that was wrapped around his waist. “I know I don’t care either,” Mary Jane moaned at he found that special spot on her neck that drove her wild right below the ear. “Oh god Peter just fuck me, fuck me like you used to I want to feel you inside of me again!” He wasted no time in grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifting if off her head as he threw it aside now he had a perfect view of her magnificent breasts clad in a very sexy black bra. She always did know how to accessorize he thought to himself. She smiled biting her lower lip in excitement as he returned the favor and took off his own shirt. She ran her hands over the slim and yet powerful muscles. She knew that with those muscles he could smash a car up and it was always kind of a turn on. Her hands were soft to the touch as he reached behind her and with years of practice unhooked her bra. MJ took the straps herself and slid it off her now bare chested for him his hands went to those large mounds feeling the softness to them and yet how perky they always were. It was no wonder she had easily become a model with a body like hers. She reached down to his belt and undid it the burning inside of her seemed to grow only more intense as the more clothing was shed. Quickly she undid the belt and pants and she pushed them down, Peter quickly kissed her neck and went lower as she arched her back to give him better access. Peter soon found himself by her tits, her rose colored nipples were already hard but he took one into his mouth, his other hand went to her free breast loving the feel of it in his palm. His free hand went to her lower back to support her weight. Soon that hand on her breast went down to unbutton her jeans as his hand slowly dug down to her panties. He could feel the wet spot in front of them as he gently started to rub her sex making her moan. “Help me get my pants off,” she told him as he pulled away allowing her to stand up as he quickly pulled her pants down helping her to get out of them. “Damn you always have to wear tight jeans,” he complained at how slow it was going. “Hey I work hard for his body so why not show it off?” He finally got her feet out and threw the jeans away as he was now face to face with her crotch her panties were a matching sexy match to the bra she had. He pulled them down as MJ bit her lip she loved the feeling of a guy taking off her panties she wasn’t sure why but it was damn sexy to her. Peter saw the smooth skin seeing that she had recently shaved, he knew her habits so well. In fact he remembered the first time they had sex back then she had kept her bush nicely trimmed and it was when he knew she was a natural red head. Lately she had kept her sex nice and smooth he gave her pussy a few licks smelling her musky scent knowing that she was very turned on from her body’s reaction.  She dug her hands into his hair feeling his tongue probe her sex her mouth hung open as she gave out a happy moan feeling his tongue go to work. By now he knew her body so very well as she felt him use his hands to pull open her puss lips to expose her sensitive pink flesh as he attacked it directly. “Oh god Peter I don’t think I can take it anymore,” Normally she loved it how Peter would take his time with her body hell he sometimes brought her to a small orgasm before they got to the good part. But she couldn’t wait, she needed him now. Peter could tell she was already very ready her pussy was so farm and wet that it was nearly dripping. Plus his raging hard on demanded some kind of release and although he would love to feel her lips around his cock or to feel her breasts wrapped around his cock as she gave him a titty fuck like in the past he wanted to mount her and fuck her to the point she would beg him for either more or she couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up he undid his pants as he quickly tried to get rid of them, his underwear and socks and shoes. MJ bit her lip as she watched him strip, he still had such a nice body and when his cock sprang out she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her again. Like herself Peter kept himself bare down there, when she started to shave off her hair around her sex she asked Peter to try it out. She actually liked it because it was easier for her to give him head plus it made his cock look even bigger without all the hair in the way. MJ sat herself on her desk and she laid back with her thighs spread as a silent invitation for him. Peter eager knelt down and his mouth latched onto her pussy making her moan as her fingers ran through his hair. He could smell the musky sent already off her and she was already really wet as she ground her hips into his face. “Oh god Peter,” She moaned as she loved the way he did oral sex with her. Peter always was willing to do this, she remembered how at first he had been a little unsure of what to do down there but he had asked her to tell him what worked and what didn’t. Now he was a master at eating her out, she arched her back when she felt him insert two fingers into her vagina as his mouth found her clit. Peter increased the pace of his fingers as MJ’s hips started to buck with them. He knew she was getting close from the way her body was reacting he loved the sexy sounds she made during sex. She would make these heated moaning and cries of passion. She told him that she was cumming and he could feel it as her vagina tightened up around his fingers as he felt her juices spilling out. MJ lay still as she was taking deep breaths as Peter stood up as he got on top of her. She smiled up at him as she embraced him lovingly like old times as Peter silently brought his two fingers up to their mouths. It was an old thing of theirs as Peter licked one finger tasting her and she took the other in her mouth in a very slow and sensual way. “Fuck me Tiger,” She told him her eyes smoldering with lust. “I want you to fuck me.” Peter knew what she meant, she always said ‘make love’ when she wanted the more sensual experience with sex but she only ever would say to ‘fuck her’ when she really wanted a good pounding. Honestly he was so worked up he wanted to, he wanted to hear her scream out his name again to hear her beg for more like she used to. He stood up and lined himself up with her as she took hold of her thighs eager to feel it. Peter grinned as he ran the head over her wet slit. “You sure you want it babe?” “Yes, I want that cock of yours in me Peter, fuck me with it, please don’t tease me,” she honestly told him and then he thrust all the way in making her grunt out in surprise but also loving it. She felt him fill her up completely as he placed his hands on either side of her as he pulled out to only just the head was still in her and thrust hard again. “Yes! Like that Tiger, fuck me, fuck my pussy!” MJ did love it when she and Peter made love but just sometimes a girl liked to be fucked up against the fridge hard. She knew that if Peter thrust as hard as he wanted he would break her hips but she trusted him, he was careful not to go too hard but he also relied on her to tell him if he was hurting her or if it was just right. “Harder Tiger, fuck me harder!” “You got it,” He increased the power of his thrusts as he enjoyed the sight of her on her back as he impaled her on his large cock. One of her arms went above her to hold her in place as she gripped the edge of the desk near her head. He watched at her tits moved with her body with each thrust into her. The moan with each thrust was always some of the sexiest sounds he ever heard coming from her mouth. Mary Jane tried to thrust back as best she could but the way Peter was over her and how each powerful thrust filled her up she was nearly lost in the joy of everything. Her whole body felt alive as he fucked her on her new desk. Soon Peter held her hips bringing them up as she wrapped her long legs around his waist making faster thrusts. She couldn’t even speak as she just cried out constantly wishing for this to never end. He grunted with effort with each time he buried himself into her pussy, it felt amazing just like always. Peter didn’t have much experience with different women but he loved the way Mary Jane felt around his cock it was almost like her pussy was a perfect fit for him. Slowly he increased his pace as she tried to match his pace. Soon they were moving quickly with constant thrusts as Peter knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. He needed his release soon but he was still inside of her and he hadn’t thought to put on a condom. Yes they had sex without it before but that was when they had been a couple and he didn’t know if today it would be safe or not to release it inside of her. The problem being her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist that it was actually preventing him from pulling out. “MJ I’m going to cum I have to pull out!” He warned her. “It’s okay!” She told him so close to her orgasm that she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to feel his dick when it pulsed inside of her filling her with his liquid heat. She had fucked him raw countless times after all. “It’s a safe day and I’m still on the pill, so cum Peter, please cum in me!” “Oh god!” Peter cried out as her begging to cream her insides pushed him over the edge. He buried himself into her, he groaned as he filled her body. MJ cried out his name as that was the final push her body yearned for as she reached her orgasm. She felt his sperm hit her cervix and seep into her womb. Both adults panted as their caught their breaths as MJ ran her fingers through Peter’s hair as he was bent over her his head resting between the valley of her breasts. She hadn’t felt that good in a long time her orgasm was still giving her a nice tingly sensation over her body. That was when she noticed something else, Peter was still hard. She felt him still inside of her and although he was a little soft it didn’t seem to be going down. That was a surprise for her, yes Peter had super human stamina with his powers but normally it took him a couple of minutes to get ready again. Sometimes she would caress his cock or suck him off to get him hard again while her body recovered from the first round but he seemed ready again. She could only remember a few times that had happened but she didn’t about the reasons she was still horny for more and if he was ready she wanted to continue. She pulled his face from her chest and pulled him to her mouth as she kissed him long and deep. He returned it as he grabbed her and suddenly MJ found herself lifted up into the air as she wrapped herself around his body as he easily held her up. “Ready for the bucking bronco?” He asked her as she grinned at him. It was a little move of their own as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. “Kiddy up,” She told him as he lifted her by her ass and let gravity slam her down onto his cock. She cried out as she helped with the thrusting as he fucked her standing up. In this position the down thrust was very powerful and with Peter’s strength it was easy for him to slam her down onto his cock. She rode him as best she could moaning out with each down thrust, sometimes she would lean back grinding her hips against his. Peter eventually walked her over to the wall as he fucked her against it, her back sliding against the wall. Her fingers dug into his back slightly as her moaning turned to cries of passion calling out his name over and over again. His voice matched hers as the sounds of sex filled the room she was so wet by this time he could hear the wet sounds as he entered her body. He felt the mixed juices slowly leaking out of her pussy as it covered his own groin the sweat on their bodies. Eventually they came again as Peter pressed her up against the wall filling her again, after a moment they started again only this time on the couch as MJ was between his legs her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock it didn’t take long to get him hard as she relished the taste of both of them on his cock. She eagerly got on top of him as she sat down on his cock as they started up their third time having sex. Harder and harder she rode him sometimes stopping to move her hips around in a circle or rocking back and forth. She would lean in close allowing him for his moth to plant kissing on her upper body, for his mouth to capture a nipple and sucking it into his mouth hard. The two adults kept it up until both of them reached their third orgasms of that night. After that final round of sex both of them needed a moment to rest as they hadn’t had a break since they started. Both of them hadn’t moved from her couch as they were covered in sweat and the office smelled of sex. Mary Jane was sitting on his lap cuddled up against him as he idly ran a hand along her back. They were silent for a long time just enjoying the moment but both of them were wondering where that had come from. “Well that was great,” she finally spoke up. “I mean, wow you were pretty energetic today, I think my toes curled at one point.” “You were pretty into it yourself,” Peter smiled, “God the last time we fucked like that…I think it was back when you came back from that film when we hadn’t seen each other in over a month.” “Oh god I remember that we didn’t leave our place for like two days,” MJ laughed remembering a lot of ordering in and not a lot of clothing involved. They fell silent a moment before she finally spoke what both of them were thinking. “Peter, what was all that really? I mean yeah it was great but we broke up and only just now got to be friends again.” “I know plus I just had a break up I wasn’t exactly looking for a new relationship.” He admitted yeah he felt like crap because of it but he didn’t feel he was ready for another relationship so soon after it. “And there is no way I want to be the rebound girl,” she replied. “Trust me I could never think of you like that,” He assured her. “So what, we were just really horny and just jumped each other?” “I guess,” She shrugged not sure how it happened she just really wanted him for some reason. It wouldn’t be the first time in her life after all but it had seemed kind of odd. “I mean I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t even had a change to even thinking about dating. I haven’t even had sex in like…three months. God I can’t believe it’s been that long and the last time was just okay nothing like now.” “Yeah I haven’t had any since Charlie dumped me.” “But are we even ready for another try Peter?” She looked up at him. “You just got out of a break up, I’m going to be busy as hell with my club for who knows how long in order to get this place going.” She sighed resting her head against Peter’s shoulder. They both just weren’t in the right place to try again but she really liked the sex and having him around, she didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to go back into a full on relationship. Peter was thinking the exact same thing, he liked having MJ in his life, he really enjoyed the sex but he just got out of a relationship and he didn’t want to go back to her so soon as it felt like he was just making her the rebound girl and if he and Mary Jane did want to start again he wanted to be damn sure it would be for the right reasons. “Too bad we can’t keep the friendship and the sex,” Peter sighed as he let his head fall back cursing his luck in life. MJ got quiet as she thought about it, “Well…why not? I mean we’ve been lovers, we’re friends and we can’t go back to being in a relationship like we used to have so why not just have the best of both worlds?” Peter’s head snapped back down to look at her there was no way she was proposing what he thought she was. “You know, friends with benefits at least until say one of us wants to move on or when we’re ready to try again, what do you think?” She asked him she knew it was kind of crazy and a bit of a long shot but honestly what else could they do? They obviously still had a spark between them so why couldn’t they try it out? She sure as hell wouldn’t mind the occasional booty call from him if tonight was anything to go by. Peter was at a loss for words for a moment, “You really want to try that out?” “Couldn’t hurt could it?” “I…don’t think so,” He actually could think of lots of ways but he didn’t care he wanted to at least try if only to see if this could work. “But if we try this if things get weird between us we stop before he screw up our friendship.” “Deal,” She smiled at him. “Now we better get dressed and clean up because now we have more work to do.” Aphrodite blinked in surprise, the hell just happened? The spell was to break down the inhibitions that mortals had. If there was an attraction between Peter and another woman then that attraction would increase the more time they spent with each other. She crossed her arms as she had felt there was some major love between these two and yet even with her spell something was off here. They should be back together again as apparently there was a lot of history between them. If she didn’t know any better she would say something was messing with her spell but it would take some major power to do that and so she just shrugged it off. Maybe it would take some time but at least these two would be sleeping together again. She felt a bit energized from that session, the spell she had placed on him allowed for her to get some power for herself through the link. She was the goddess of love after all so if she could get a little something out of her gift. She wondered what other women he would come across as she watched the two of them putting back on their clothing. “I get the feeling this is going to be some fun,” she said to herself which of course the mortals were totally unaware of her saying that. Next up Chapter 3: The Thief

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Chapter 2 - Staggered! - Stag, Beastiality

A few days later, an opportunity arose, she was walking through the woods, in her own thoughts when suddenly she came upon a clearing, inside it, she saw a magnificent stag, He was taller than she was, with antlers that reached majestically to the sky, and she was immediately Dumbstruck, she knew exactly what she had to do She closed in on the stag, it looked up at her, cautious eyeing her, but without running, Dryads had that effect on wildlife. She brought herself beside him, running a hand along his flank. ”Hello there beautiful, how are you doing?” He reared his head in Confirmation, before he nuzzled into her open palm, causing her to giggle. Still she couldn't shake the feeling that kept gripping her tighter, Continuing to look over him, then finally she decided, leaning in to whisper in his ear. ”I have a job for you friend, see, I have a little problem and I need you to help me..” He grunted in Reply, and she continued ”I need you to mount me like a Doe.” He gazed at her with his deep knowing eyes, then he nuzzled her neck before rearing up onto her back, she shifted under the weight but kept her stance, she knew this was not going to be like with the keeper, he'd be rougher and quicker, and she readied herself. Then she felt him, aiming forward to his mark, she helped him by back up against him, he touched her petal, causing a soft gasp from her. She was already getting wet, just by the thought of getting filled up, and then it happened, he grunted and pushed forward, slipping his dick into her, causing her to moan out, he was bigger than the keeper, and longer too, filling her out completely. She closed her eyes and Moaned, louder as he began to thrust into her. Having a hard time to keep standing, Lyn, pulled him along to a nearby tree for support with her hands, the whole way he kept thrusting into her, almost making her trip in pleasure a time or two. Luckily she managed it to the tree, and he used the opportunity to thrust inside even harder. She continued to cry out, this was great, she wanted more, and he granted it, he juices leaking out her cunt, dripping onto the grass, causing him to rut her even faster. With a final cry, she was rocked by an orgasm, crying out, echoing around the woods, as he too climaxed, and began to pump her full of his fertile seed, she accepted it all, not letting a single drop spill, once spent, he leapt of an returned to his grazing, paying her little mind. Lyn kept against the tree as she gasped for air, slowly opening her eyes, she looked back at her recent mate, and smiled to herself, before stepping into the forest once more.

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Chapter 0 - Yang's Clock is Ticking

Disclaimer: I don’t own RWBY or anything related to it and make no profit off of this. This was kind of done for someone I know on a Discord server that wanted to see a story like this done.   WARNING: Spoilers for Season 7 (at the time of writing this)   Yang’s Clock is Ticking   Yang was getting tired and not in the physical way, she was getting bored from the constant missions she had been one for Ironwood. It was always the same, training, go out and either it was long stretches of boredom on sentry duty protecting the construction zone and the mine that only got broke up when Grimm showed up. Then there were the long and very boring jobs of riding in the trucks carrying the materials. The patrols on Mantel weren’t so bad thankfully but again, it was just a lot of walking around until Grimm showed up.   When she thought of being a Huntress all those years ago, she never thought she would be bored in her job but it had only been a couple of weeks since Ironwood made them all official Huntresses and Huntsmen and she was starting to get an eye opener on her life now.   She needed a change, something new to do.   Yang yawned as she got into the briefing room with all her friends and the Ace Ops as the usual missions were again on the screen. Time and time again it was just the same old stuff, maybe that’s why she felt so bored. It was the same missions over and over again, she needed a change but what?   Her eyes wondered as she looked at Jaune and how he was going to the board. She had to smirk at how much he had changed since that first day they met over a year ago. He was still the dorky friend they all knew but he had grown a lot since those days. He was a lot more confident now and she had to admit his new look made him seemed like nearly a very different person. Although she did think, he could grow his hair out maybe a little bit more, give him a bit more of a wilder look.   Wait, maybe that was it.   Jaune did those missions with the kids right? Maybe she could join him on those it only to just do something else for once.   Thinking of kids brought back to their time in Argus and meeting some of Jaune’s family, his sister was cool and his sister-in-law was nice although it was Adrian the cute little toddler that made her heart melt. He had been so adorable and she loved spending time with him. It was at the end of the day she realized that she felt a need inside of her, a need to have a little child of her own one day.   She pushed those thoughts aside but it had been planted in her head and now and then she thought about it. Honestly, she wasn’t sure they could beat Salem in her lifetime, what was she going to do just fight on until she got as old as Maria? Sure part of her was worried about being a mom one day as her biological one was the worst example of a mother she knew personally. Summer was the kind of mother she wanted to be like, she wanted to be ‘super mom’ to her kids one day.   The meeting room as she entered was filled with the usual people as she saw Jaune on the board. Smiling she walked up to him. “So what’s on the board today?”   “The usual,” he sighed. “Although again the parents as asking for help again.”   “Man they’ve been doing that every day,” Yang commented.   Jaune nodded. “Yeah but the kids love it and I know given all the Grimm attacks in the city the parents are worried about their kids so I don’t mind.”   Yang smiled at that, Jaune always was someone that wanted to help everyone. It kind of reminded her of Ruby sometimes. “Hey you want some help with that?”   “What?”   “You know some help,” she leaned in to say in a lower tone. “I’m getting bored of the same old stuff, I think something different will help.”   “Well I don’t see why not, sure,” Jaune smiled at her he was thankful for someone else to be with him.   -Later-   Yang had to admit it wasn’t a bad chance of pace, the kids were just so adorable. They looked up at her with this look of wonder when they found out she was a huntress and would be working with Jaune today. Seeing all the cute little kids made her heart warm as the mothers would be checking on them one last time or giving final instructions.   She could still remember Summer being like that when she had been alive and Yang felt that pang of longing again. She also saw Jaune and how he was with the kids, he was so sweet to them and patient as well. Looking at him as he talked with some of the kids that he had gotten to know through their time here she could see him as a great dad one day, in fact she was sure he would be a great dad.   He kind of reminded her of her own father now that she thought about it. A strong male that was kind hearted, a little bit goofy and would do anything for those he cared about.   A growing feeling started to show up in her now, that longing was growing and soon she was finding a desire burning deep inside. She looked at the kids and couldn’t help but wonder, what would she be like as a mother? She pretty much helped raise Ruby as both a sister and pseudo-mother figure after all.   It was the same feeling she had seen when she had seen Saphron and Terra with Adrian.   She wanted a kid she realized.   It was kind of a shock as she helped Jaune lead the kids to their school. She was still very young, hell she only just because a full-on Huntress she couldn’t want a kid this soon could she? She tried to deny it but there it was, it was like her motherly instincts had been awakened full force but the problem was now, what was she going to do with it?   She couldn’t just sleep with some random guy and get knocked up, well she could, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to have a kid with someone decent, someone that could love the kid as much as her. Sure, maybe they wouldn’t be together but she wanted a child with someone that would care about any kid she had and would be there for the kid at least. Unlike Raven she wanted her children to have parents that wanted to be active in their lives.   “Miss are you a real huntress?” A cute little girl asked looking up at her.   Yang’s heart warmed at the sight of her as she knelt down. “You got it.”   “So you fight the monsters like Mr. Jaune does?” the girl asked looking at Yang with a sense of wonder.   “Oh yeah I do, I think we both have taken out a lot of Grimm between the two of us.” Yang told her although she was certain that her count was still way higher if only because she had more chances to fight Grimm. Although she wasn’t sure just how many he might have killed on the journey to Haven with Ruby, Ren and Nora. Still he had come a long way from when he first showed up at the school.   She now considered Jaune a good huntsman and not just in skill, he was a good guy and the kind of guy you could depend on in a fight.   “Come along kids,” A parent said helping the kids off as she looked to Jaune. “Tanks again for doing this. This means a lot to them and to all of us as well, with all the Grimm attacks knowing our kids are in good hands really helps.”   “Oh it’s no problem,” Jaune informed the young mother. “It’s actually nice and protecting people is one of the reasons I wanted to become a huntsman.”   Yang could only smile hearing that, it certainly was a better reason than her original one of just going on adventures and going wild. She had grown too since those days at Beacon, she flexed her mechanical hand as a reminder of just what it cost her to grow up.   “Well you should be proud of it,” the woman went on. “You know my son started drawing pictures of you?”   “Really?”   “Oh yes, he considers you a hero.”   “Well, that’s nice although sometimes I don’t feel like it,” Jaune blushed rubbing the back of his head.   “Hey don’t sell yourself short Jaune,” Yang came over and elbowed him. “You’re a great huntsman.”   “Yeah but I’m still not as good as you,” he replied.   Yang smiled back at him. “You’ll get there.”   With that they continued on leading the kids and she saw how Jaune was with them. Patient with them, talking to them and asking how they were. Apparently, he had gotten to know the kids and she had to admit, he made a good role model for the kids. Yang wished that she could get a man like that as a father for her kids one day.   Then it happened again, the yearning. She thought of what it would be like to have a child in her arms, a little bundle that was part her in this world. She felt that heat in her core again as she looked at the children and thought of having a boy or girl their age and walking them to school on the first day.   The more she spent time here the more and more she wanted a kid of her own. She thought that by the time they left the kids at the school it would go away but it didn’t, it only seemed to get worst as she missed the sounds of children around her.   Yang wasn’t sure she could take this anymore the wanting desire deep in her core was too strong to ignore anymore. She felt warm all over and the ‘itch’ between her legs was demanding attention.   Jaune noticed Yang’s uncomfortable look as they walked back to the airbus station to get a ride back to Atlas. “Hey Yang are you okay?”   Yang jerked at it as she was hoping he might not have noticed. Then again, maybe this was her chance to do something with it. He was single and it wasn’t like he wasn’t unattractive, hell he was actually kind of handsome now. Thinking about how he would be as a father she just knew that he would be a loving and caring one.   “Say Jaune I know this is a strange thing to ask but, you ever thought of having a family?” Yang nervously asked.   Jaune flushed as she scratched the back of his head. “Well yeah, you know I come from a large family and I’d always wanted one of my own.”   “So, you wouldn’t mind being a dad one day?”   “Actually, I kind of would like to be.” Jaune nervously laughed. “I know it’s an odd thing to say but working the kids kind of reminded me of my own family when I was little and how I always looked up to my parents. I wanted to be a great parent like them one day.”   Yang felt that throb inside of her growing at hearing that. “Well to tell you the truth, I’ve felt the same thing.”   “Really?”   “Why are you surprised?” Yang asked maybe a bit more defensively than she thought.   “Well I always thought you would be a great mom but didn’t expect you to want to already is all,” Jaune shrugged.   Yang blinked, “Wait why did you think I would make a great mom?”   “Well,” Jaune thought about it. “Mainly it’s how you’ve kind of are around Ruby. I mean yeah there’s the big sister side of you but I’ve seen the side that seems to have a motherly side to it as well.”   Yang smiled at that this was the first time someone said anything like this to her. “Thanks and I think you’d make a great dad too.”   “Thanks, although with my luck I’m not sure I’ll ever find the right woman,” Jaune sighed he never had any luck with women. Weiss shot him down all the time, he never noticed that Pyrrha was into him until it was too late. Not to mention the failures he had even before going to Beacon. He was worried one day he would never find that special someone for himself.   “Don’t sell yourself short Jaune,” Yang told him seeing this side of him was making her ‘motherly’ side which was growing at the moment, wanting to help him out.   There was a moment of quiet as she made her choice, “Okay I’m going to say something and please don’t judge me for it okay?”   “Uh…sure okay I mean I would never think bad of a friend,” he told her.   “Okay so, I’ve really got a problem right now and I think you’re the perfect guy to fix it.” Yang stopped as they were next to a building at the end of the street. “I want a child.”   “Well yeah you just said you wanted to be a mom.”   “Yeah but I mean…right now.” Yang told him.   Jaune paused as that sunk in. “Oh. Well, okay that’s sudden, what brought this on?”   “I have no idea,” Yang said frustrated. “I mean it started back in Argus when I was playing with your nephew and now with the kids. It just sent my biological clock rocking like crazy.”   “Oh, okay yeah I think my mom once said something about that. So your telling me this because…”   Yang pushed him against the wall gently as she looked up at him with a lustful expression. “Because I want you to put one in me.”   “W-what?” Jaune stammered seeing that look in her eyes. The kind of look he never seen a woman give him before and yet it was a look that he couldn’t break away from.   “You and me, we find a nice little hotel and tare each other’s clothing off and fuck like rabbits.”   “I, well, I mean-“ Jaune was cut off as Yang’s lips crushing into him in a deep and passionate kiss. He was caught off guard but wrapped his hands around her waist as she moaned at the contact loving the feeling of strong hands on her waist. They took a breath as they continued on and deepened the kisses.   Jaune was losing himself in her, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips. Then her tongue entered his mouth as they fought for dominance in her mouth. Jaune could feel himself getting hard from her and he was wondering if this was it, the day he would have sex and with Yang of all people. He had to admit that Yang was one of the most tempting bodies he knew.   He pulled away as a small amount of reason entered, “Yang are you sure I mean aren’t we kind of young?”   “Oh please I think my parents had me at,” Yang paused as she did mental math and realized that Raven had only been just a bit older than she was now. “Oh god I’ve becoming like Raven…”   “Hey I think you’d be a much better mom than her,” Jaune tried to assure her knowing the kind of complicated relationship she had with her biological mother.   She smiled up at him kissing him again before someone on the street shouted at them.   “Get a room already!”   “Sounds like a plan to me,” Yang took his hand as she led him away.   “W-we’re really doing this?” Jaune asked nervously.   “Hell yeah we are,” She gave him a lustful smile.   “God, I wonder if this is how things started with my parents.” Yang wondered as they quickly left to find a hotel.   -20 plus Years Ago-   Tai couldn’t believe it, they were finally going to graduate in a few days and be fully licensed. He couldn’t wait for him and the others to finally get out there and start working as actual Huntsmen and Huntresses. They were all planning to go out and party with a few other teams as well.   He got into the room to change as Summer and Qrow were off, Summer went into town to get some supplies and Qrow went to get some booze for some fun. As for Raven, well he hadn’t seen her much lately. She had been acting strange around him and he wasn’t sure why. Hell he had only asked her out last year unable to take being on a team with her and not at least trying to see if she was interested.   So far they had been doing well so he was worried after all this time he was worried she was thinking of breaking up.   He got into the room as the door slammed shut behind him, he quickly turned and froze at the sight of Raven in a very short and silky robe leaning up against the door.   “Oh Taiiii, I need your help with something,” Raven said in a husky tone.   “O-Oh?” He swallowed hard.   “Oh yes,” she grinned walking towards him swinging her hips. “I need a bun in my oven.”   “Wait…what?”   -Present-   Yang kicked open the door with a slight back kick pulling Jaune into the room since they were currently engaged in a passionate kiss. Jaune just barely was able to grab the door and throw it close. He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening, he was in a hotel room with Yang of all people. He tried to think but all he could think about was how soft her lips were, how good her body felt in his hands.   Yang pulled him over to the large bed glad that Jaune was a decent kisser she would hate for this to end up being a lame time for them. Eventually she pulled away looking at him with heated bedroom eyes.   “I think we’re both a little overdressed,” She said in a husky tone.   “Y-yeah,” Jaune started to strip off his armor his hands shaking slightly at all of this. He was so nervous and yet excited at the same time. Who knew that his first time would be with one of the hottest women he knew. Then again, he did know a lot of hot girls but that was besides the point. Yang was also just as eager and nervous as Jaune was as she threw aside her coat and starting to strip out of her clothing.   It kind of sucked that they both had to wear so much but Atlas was cold even with aura to help them deal with the cold it still bit into your flesh. Right now, however she was feeling anything but cold, she was burning up inside with the most primal need she could think of. Jaune followed her lead stripping off his armor and then going for the boots.   He nearly fell over trying to get them off as he couldn’t help but look as Yang stripped down to her underwear. He found her wearing yellow matching bra and panties. Yang had to admit as she got a look at his body as well, that Jaune had grown since she first met him. He was still slim but under all that armor and bulk clothing he wore he had developed a nice body over all this time.   “Oh nice, momma like,” Yang bit her lip as she couldn’t wait to feel all those muscles against her body. She noticed that his boxers had that same bunny logo of his old hoodie. Yang walked up to him and her flesh hand ran over his abs and torso.   Jaune shivered a bit as her hand trailed over him. He hand his hands over her shoulders and arms marveling at now soft her skin was and yet he could feel the muscles under it. It was strangely feminine and yet sporty mix to her body that was captivating. Well that and as his hands went down to her hips e could feel those wide naturally birthing hips she held.   Yang pulled him into a kiss as he felt her breasts pressing up against him, he could feel how soft and yet firm they were. He wanted to see them, he wanted to suck on them. So he reached behind her and undid her bra.   Yang pulled up in surprise. “Got it in one go, most guys new to this don’t know how a bra works.”   “Seven sisters,” He smiled. “Trust me I’ve seen more than most guys I bet.”   Yang laughed as she pulled away and slowly stripped her bra free making a show of it all. Jaune couldn’t look away as she saw them. Yang’s breasts bounced as they were free, they were large with pink nipples topping them off. From the bra he guessed she was a DD cup at the very least, again he knew more about bras from all his sisters than he wanted to know growing up.   Yang leaned back on the bed looking at him as she cupped them. “Come and get them stud.”   Jaune didn’t have to be told twice as he crawled over her and taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Yang moaned at the contact. She could feel him licking and sucking on the sensitive nub as his other hand went to her other breast.   “Suck harder Jaune,” she whispered out.   He did so, she gave the nipple a long and hard suck making her cry out as her hand went to the back of his head and pulling him into her breast. She raised a leg as her thigh rubbed his side moaning in pleasure, her nipples always were sensitive for her.   “Suck them Jaune, suck them like there’s milk in them,” She managed to moan out.   He did just that, trying to suck out milk that both knew wasn’t there, at least not yet. He felt the nub get hard in his mouth as he then switched the other one giving it the same attention as Yang writhed and moaned under him. She could feel her panties getting wet now as she wanted more, she wanted him inside of her.   “Jaune I need it, please take off my panties!”   Jaune stopped his work and pulled back to see a flushed and panting Yang, her large breast heaving with every heavy breath with her pink nipples hard and wet from his mouth. He positioned himself lower as he gripped her panties seeing the damp spot there. He was glad to see that he was getting her wet, he was nervous he wasn’t any good but he could smell the musky scene of her arousal now. He pulled them down her long athletic legs.   “Time to show your goods,” Yang smirked getting a good look as Jaune shyly pulled down his boxers. What sprang out got her eyes wide, he had to at least be nearly seven inches long and his girth, oh that was larger than two of her fingers. “Holy shit Jaune, where have you been keeping that monster?”   “I-is it really that big?” He looked down at it.   “Well you’re above average is the videos I’ve seen online say anything about it,” Yang grinned.   Jaune hadn’t known that, mainly because again, growing up in such a house hold it was hard to find time to watch videos he had to make due with naked female pictures since he couldn’t risk any sound being picked up by anyone in the house. As for showering in the boy’s locker room, well he just never looked. Although this explained some looks, he got from some guys and some bullying because of it.   “Time for the main event Jaune,” Yang called him out of his thoughts as she spread her legs for him. She slipped her hand down and opened up her pussy to show the bright pink skin which glistened with her juices for him.   Jaune swallowed he knew he could stop now before things went too far but he couldn’t, he was memorized the sight of Yang Xiao Long of all people, naked on a bed and calling out to him for sex. He crawled on top of her as Yang took hold of his cock, marveling at the size and feel of it.   She was surprised by how soft the skin was around the hardness she felt in her hand as she guided him to her lower opening. She felt the hot tip pressing against her lips as he slowly pushed himself in, pushing the lips apart and her inner muscles.   “Go for it Jaune, make me yours.” She told him.   Jaune pushed himself inside of her burying himself to the hilt.   “AHHH!” Yang’s back arched feeling him go all in, she was stretched more than anything before in her life. She had used her fingers to pleasure herself before but he was so much bigger than her fingers. He stretched her out in ways she never experienced and she felt the tip knocking on the entrance to her womb.   “A-are you okay?” Jaune asked worried.   “Y-yeah…just give me a moment, fuck you’re big Jaune,” Yang breathed out getting used to the size of him. This was much larger than just her fingers to get herself off with. Sharing a room with your little sister both at home and at Beacon didn’t allow her to get any toys to help with her itch now and then. It was a good thing all her training caused her to break her hymen years ago but still, fuck this was stretching her out.   Jaune couldn’t help but want to continue on but he wanted to make this moment good for her. She looked so beautiful in this moment, her long golden hair was laid out about her, her lilac eyes looking up at him in want and desire. He never noticed just how beautiful her eyes were until this moment. Reaching down he placed a hand behind her head pulling her into a kiss. She moaned into it as her thighs started to tighten at his sides.   She felt so warm inside and it felt so tight as well. It felt better than what he imagined what it would be like to have sex with a woman.   After a few moments she pulled away and nodded her head. Jaune pulled back and then thrust forward feeling the tip hit against something as he buried himself fully back inside of her. Yang moaned out as he filled her completely feeling him slam against her cervix. She thrust back with him on the next, it took a few tries but the two of them eventually got into a rhythm together as the bed started to shake with every movement.   Jaune couldn’t stop watching her, the sounds she made, the movements, how her large breasts bounced with every thrust into her. He felt her legs wrap around his hips as she pulled him into her with them urging him to go faster and harder.   “That’s it Jaune!” Yang cried out. “That’s how I want it, fuck me like a beast.”   “You really want it like this?” He grunted with every thrust as his more primitive instincts were being unleashed by her.    “Yes! Yes! Like this!” Yang threw her head back as she cried out. “Fuck me, fuck me like you own me Jaune. I want it so bad!”   “God you’re so beautiful,” Jaune groaned as he gripped the top of the mattress above her for more leverage as he started to fuck her with all his might.   The slapping sound of their hips meeting was in competition with their cries of passion. The room started to smell of the musky scent of Yang’s pussy leaking out as she was more wet and ready for his seed.   “You want to see it Jaune? You want to see my flat belly get nice and big with your child growing in it?” She asked him staring at him in the eyes.   Jaune thought about it, of her toned stomach growing over time with a child, his child, growing inside. He thought she would look great even pregnant. He thought of her large breasts getting even bigger filled with milk.   “Do you Jaune?” She asked.   “Yes,” He breathed out. “I want to see you pregnant Yang, I want to make a child with you, I want to see your breasts filled with milk and suck it out.”   “Oh that sounds wonderful,” Yang moaned at the thought of it. She didn’t even realize that he wanted to stay with her when she was pregnant but later on wouldn’t mind that idea.       She could feel him started to go faster now an urgency with his movements and figured he was getting close she was near her edge too she just needed one last thing.   “Go ahead Jaune, cum in me!” She told him. “Give me your baby, I want your child growing inside of me!”   “Y-Yang, are, are you sure?” Jaune was so close and her legs were not letting go of him. He was pretty sure he couldn’t pull out unless she let him go but some part of him was eager for this. Eager for this sexy young woman who was begging for it, begging to put his child into her was making him eager to shoot everything he had into her waiting womb.   “Yes I am, I want an Arc baby inside of me, give me a child Jaune, give me your child!”   “H-Here is comes then, here comes our baby!” He cried out and thrust one last time burying himself as deep as he could on his last thrust as he released his sperm into her body.   Yang’s back arched as she came from the feeling of that liquid heat hitting her insides. Her cervix opened just right as Jaune’s dick pressed into the small opening as he fired his shots right into her unprotected womb covering it in his cum. Yang felt stars in her eyes as she pulled him to her feeling his masculine body against hers. Both panting for breath as he had just enough strength to keep himself from crushing her with his weight.   “Oh yes, oh yes, please don’t waste a drop, fucking knock me up,” Yang panted softly to herself.   Jaune groaned his hips thrusting in instinct to ensure as much of his sperm got into her body. After a few moments he rolled off of her panting, both of them slightly sweaty from the exertion. Yang could feel his cum slowly leaking out from her pussy as she placed a hand there keeping it in.   “Wow that was amazing,” Jaune breathed.   “No kidding, you’re a natural,” Yang smiled as she looked over at him. His body had gotten a lot better since he started Beacon and she knew it would only get better. She saw his softening dick, it glistened with a mixture of her juices and his. She wanted more of it, she wanted another load inside of her. She moved to position herself to his crotch.   “Yang?” He asked seeing what she was doing.   “I want more and I need to get you hard again Lover,” She opened her mouth and took his member in it. Jaune’s head leaned back into the bed feeling her warm mouth and tongue on his sensitive member.   “Oh god Yang.”   She pulled off for a second as her flesh hand started to jerk him, “That’s it Jaune, get hard and fuck me again.” She put it back in her mouth as her head started to bob up and down on him. A free hand went to her head and for a moment she was worried he was going to force her down onto it but instead he just ran his hand through her long hair.   She normally didn’t like people touching her hair but his touch was different, it was almost loving and he was being careful. She was surprised she liked the feeling of his hand running through her hair as she moaned with his dick in her mouth feeling him starting to get hard again.   Apparently with some motivation Jaune could get hard again fairly soon, which was a good thing to learn. After all she wasn’t sure she was going to get pregnant from just one go, it would be nice to see if he could keep up with her.         Yang positioned herself on her hands and knees. “Fuck me like this Jaune.”   Looking at that amazing ass she couldn’t help but agree with her choice as she got behind her. He gripped his dick as he tried to find the right hole.   “A little lower,” She told him. “If you’re good you can try out that other hole later but first things’ first, my womb needs more Arc cum in it.”   “God Yang you’re insatiable.” He found the right hole and pushed in. Both of them moaning out feeling the other again.  The feel of her wet insides although now he knew part of that wetness was from the left over jizz still inside of her. He gripped her hips pulled her towards him as she grunted from the thrust.   She pushed back with each pull as she felt his dick hit her cervix over and over again. She moaned out as she felt him in control, he was fucking her like an animal now. Like she was his bitch which at this moment she was.   “Oh that’s it, fuck me Jaune,” She moaned. “Fuck me like the bitch in heat that I am. Breed me Jaune, I want you to breed me.”   Jaune was strangely getting turned on by her dirty talk as he pulled and thrust into her harder now hearing his hips slap against her ass. “Fine you want to be breed by me? You want me to put my baby inside of you that much?”   “Yes!”   “Say it, say you want my baby!” “I want it Jaune, I want your baby! Give me your baby please, I want to be a mother so much,” She cried out losing herself to her instincts that demanded she get bred by her chosen mate. Some primitive part of her wanted him to take her, to claim her as his and make her carry his child in her belly.   A part of Jaune so wanted this, he wanted to fuck her like no other, the moans and cries of passion she would make only drove him on. “Take it Yang, take all of it!”   She could only cry out in bliss as she did just that.   For several minutes they continued on like this, sweat forming on their bodies as the room filled with their sounds and the musky scene of sex. The bed creaking with every move as Jaune and Yang fucked like animals. Yang screamed out as she came again, her pussy still sensitive from their first round but Jaune was still far off. He might get ready fast after shooting a load but it still took longer the second time to cum.   By this point Jaune was panting for breath as she started to increase the pace feeling himself getting closer now. Yang’s head was laying on the bed as she had as ass stuck up her fist gripping the sheets. She was getting closer to her third orgasm as she felt him getting closer too.   “Do it Jaune,” She moaned. “Do it again, fill my womb.”   “Yeah I’ll do it, I’ll fill your womb with so much cum you’ll definitely have my child,” He grunted out as he got quicker and quicker. Yang could only moan now as she couldn’t form any sentences anymore.   “It’s coming Yang,” He yelled out. “I’m going to cum again!”   Yang’s grip on the sheets only tightened as her eyes closed too lost in her own pleasure.   “Here it comes, here it comes, get fucking pregnant Yang, get knocked up with my baby!” He yelled at he pulled her close slamming his hips one last time shooing another load into her waiting body. Yang could only cry out feeling one again the warm liquid entering her body.   Yang’s body shuddered in pleasure as she came, picturing his sperm joining the others that had previously been shot inside of her searching her womb for one of her eggs.   Jaune pulled out as she fell to his back panting looking up at the ceiling feeling his heart hammering in his ears, his body covered in sweat. Yang didn’t move at first as some of Jaune’s cum leaked out of her pussy dropping onto the bed or down her thighs. She eventually fell to her side breathing just as heavily as she slowly came down form her orgasm.   After a few minutes of panting and getting their wind back Yang and Jaune ended up changing again as she rested her head on his shoulder as she played with his chest and he with her hair as they just enjoyed the overglow of it all.   “I can’t believe we did that.” Jaune sighed finally.   “Yeah but man that was fun,” she snuggled against his warm body.   “Do…do you think you really got pregnant?” He asked slightly worried.   “Don’t know,” Yang shrugged. “I mean we didn’t use protection and I’m not on any birth control so it’s possible…why? I mean if I am you don’t have to do anything I guess.” She felt a bit disappointed that he might not want to be a part of their child’s life if she was pregnant.   “What!? Yang I wouldn’t abandon you or a child of ours,” Jaune told her. “Family is important to me and even if you don’t want us to be, well you know, together…I still would want to be a part of the kid’s life at the very least. That’s kind of what I was worried about, if I had a child in this world, I want to be a part of that life.”   Yang smiled as she snuggled even closer to him, she did pick the right choice after all. “Well as for being together, we’ll see, there’s potential here, I think. As for the other thing I’m glad to hear it.”   “That strangely makes me happy.” Jaune stated knowing this whole thing was odd but somehow he didn’t mind it.   “Good because in the morning we’re going again.” She told him.   “Huh?” He looked down at her.   “Hey great sex is great sex,” Yang told him. “Besides to really be sure, we’re fucking like that as many times as possible.”   -Two Month Later-   Yang couldn’t help but smile as she had a skip in her step as she went in search of Jaune. They had been going out lately to the surprise of everyone. Turns out that Jaune was actually a pretty good guy since she wanted to get to know the father of her child more. As they hung out more she found she actually started to like Jaune as more than just a friend.   So she asked him if he wanted to try officially going out as a couple. He happily agreed and everyone was happy for them. Now today things would change again as she found Jaune in the armory sharpening his sword and taking care of it. His back was to her as he worked on a workbench as she snuck up behind him and threw her arms around his neck as she pressed up again his back.   “Hey there Lover,” She whispered into his head.   “Yang! Please don’t scare me like that,” Jaune sighed after the jump. “So what’s up? You seem like in a great mood.”   “Oh I am,” She reached down and pulled out of her pocket a small white plastic stick and showed him it. Jaune looked at it as there wasn’t much to it other than the two plus signs on it. “Guess whose going to be a daddy?”     The End  

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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: The Mutant

The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 5: The Mutant Peter was currently in his personal lab at Horizon Labs, the past week had been very odd so he had been in his lab all day just trying to relax and not think about sex. Besides at least with science he could focus on that and not think about how much trouble he was going to get into if either MJ or Carol figured out he was dating both of them. Black Cat most likely wouldn’t care as long as she got some sex on the side he knew but at least that wasn’t something he had to worry about. ‘God damn it, here I am thinking about it again,’ he mentally sighed. ‘How did things get like this? I’m not the kind of guy that has a woman in every port. Maybe I should talk to Tony and ask how he does it. Then again maybe I don’t want to know.’ He had been working on some new tech designs for some new gear he would wear as Spider-Man when this happened. He figured that keeping his mind on some work would help get his mind off what was going on.  So far this week he had sex with two ex-girlfriends who were apparently sex friends now, and he could also put in a teammate for that with Ms Marvel one of the most powerful females on the planet. It just seemed kind of odd to Peter but then again his life has never been anything but normal, maybe this was backed up karma with all his train wrecks of relationships coming back. Well he just hoped things didn’t get too crazy, he wasn’t sure how to even deal with the three ladies in his life at the moment. There was a beeping noise from his door, someone wanted to see him so Peter put his equipment down and opened the door. Standing there was his boss Max Modell , the CEO of the company. He was an average size a bit older with red hair and a beard with small glasses framing his face. He was also one of the friendlier people Peter knew, if there was ever someone that was a good soul it was this man. “Peter glad that you’re in, are you busy?” He smiled at him. “Not really just tinkering with something,” Peter shrugged. “Good come with me will you,” He lead the way as Peter followed him. The halls seemed a bit busier than normal than again when you were in a place that was like a collection of mad to eccentric scientist, gave them a budget and told to ‘go nuts’ you’d expect some excitement now and then. “Well you know Peter we’ve been working with the education board to help inspire young students to pick a field in science. They have been going around to various groups and we decided to open the doors today.” Max told Peter. “Uh…I don’t remember anything about that,” Peter tried to think was there something like that going on? “You really should read the company memos more often,” Max told him as they were walking to the large entrance. “Well as you used to be a science teacher I was hoping you wouldn’t mind helping out with today.” “Yeah sign me up,” Peter felt a bit more upbeat although he hadn’t been a teacher long as his old high school he had liked the job change and there was just something satisfying about teaching young minds and opening them to new possibilities. “Although I do have to ask you aren’t against mutants are you?” That question took Peter back, “No I have nothing against mutants, why would you…wait these students that are showing up are they from Xavier’s?” “Actually I believe they renamed their school to the Jean Grey School of Higher Learning.” Max corrected him. “But yes they are showing up today. I’m hoping we can show them that although they may be mutants they still have a future just like everyone else. I’ve certainly never cared about little things like that, I would be a hypocrite if I did after all.” Peter nodded, Max was openly gay and he was one of the least discriminating person Peter had met, then again given his last boss that wasn’t a hard thing to accomplish. When they got to the lobby Peter noticed a group of students some looked like your average students while others were obviously mutants. The girl with the silver skin and red hair for instance was one such person. There were three adults that Peter knew and worked with many times. There was Hank the giant blue catlike person whose mind in Peter’s opinion made him one of the most intelligent men on the planet. There was Kitty there, the small brunette might have passed for a student herself given her small size, the other was another woman. The white and brown hair was a familiar sight of Rogue, from what he remember she had regained the ability to touch but lost those powers she got from Ms. Marvel. He wasn’t sure how Carol currently felt about the woman but he didn’t think they hated each other at least not outwardly, but there was a lot of history there. He was so used to seeing them in costume that seeing them in normal clothing was a bit odd, plus there was that fact that although he had met them as Spider-Man many times they had never really met Peter Parker before. Max made the introduction as Peter played the part of meeting them for the first time shaking their hands, he nearly paused at Rogue’s hand but took it. He had to admit that up close she really was a beautiful woman. Her green eyes were a different shade than MJ’s and the skirt and blouse really complimented her looks. Although he kind of missed that skin tight green and yellow bodysuit she used to wear. ‘Damn it Peter knock it off,’ He mentally chided himself. He had three other women he could look up if he was hard up for some company and he didn’t need to complicate things again. Rogue looked over their guide, he was a decent kind of guy, just a little taller than her if she had to guess maybe an he had an inch on her. He had short brown hair and hazel eyes, he was kind of nice looking the kind of guy that you could bring home to mother as the saying goes. But then again given who her mother was that was something she had no plans on ever doing. Hell she was still pissed at her mother for the last time she had betrayed her and everyone. She pushed those thoughts aside as she had a job here. She really needed to get out more but honestly it wasn’t like she had a lot of experience going out to date. “Hey I’m Peter Parker nice to meet you all.” He greeted them and she didn’t take any notice of any of the usual flags that he might have something against mutants and hiding it. That was good, the whole reason behind this was to show kids that there were great futures for them in places that didn’t have much prejudices against mutants. “Hey I’m Katherine Pryde but you can just call me Kitty,” Kitty spoke up. “This is Hank McCoy.” “Pleasure to meet you my good man,” Beast nodded his head adjusting the glasses he had on. “Well then I think starting with the zero gravity lab might be a good start?” Peter knew it was a safe place and there was some cool things to get the kids attention. That what the most important thing you had to really capture it right off the bat. “Sounds good to me,” Max smiled as Peter led the group on. Peter started with the tour to some of the labs that were safe as he showed off some of the cooler stuff. Like the new holographic technology they were making, then to the anti-gravity experimental lab and a few others. Peter answered any and all questions they had and really got interested with how Peter interacted with the kids. Making the learning fun for them and even joking around with them. What no one could see however was a certain goddess was among them, she had gotten bored and decided to see if her new interesting human was going to find a new woman. So far it had been a couple of days since the last time she felt her spell kick in and she was wondering what was taking so long for him to get with either a new woman or one of the other ones. She was in some kind of lab and she was bored, science was more her husband’s thing really she never could get into this stuff. However the mutants were interesting to her, she was aware of such mortals since their existence and to have so many young people about was always fun for her. There was nothing more easy to get worked up than hormonal teenagers. Although that might have been fun there was one thing that did get her attention. That was the woman with the brown and white hair, taking a closer look at the woman she was like a bottle filled with sexual tension. Taking a closer look into the woman’s being she could see a near lifetime of sexual repression but not of her own choosing. Having spent years without physical contact, all the lonely nights alone having to deal with any urges herself. There were a couple of lovers in her past though, apparently she had regained the ability to touch but hadn’t had any time to really experience it. To Aphrodite that was a true shame, checking the spell on Peter she could feel a subtle pull there like a mutual physical attraction but the spell only amplified emotions and got rid of inhibitions. The goddess smiled as the only thing that was needed here was a little push. She stepped behind Rogue totally silent and invisible to every mortal eye as she reached out and with a finger traced down Rogue’s spine. Rogue gasped slightly feeling her spine tingle, she looked around thankful no one had noticed feeling slightly embarrassed. She felt a little warm but she tried to push it off, she was trying to pay attention and make sure all the kids didn’t get into trouble. Then she felt her breasts started to tingle, she had no way of knowing a goddess was gently rubbing them. Rogue crossed her arms feeling herself warm up as she was wondering what was going on with her. Sure she had been sexually frustrated in the past but this time it felt a lot more potent. They walked into a lab of one of the employees, a large blonde haired man in a Hawaiian shirt named Grady Scraps as Peter did the introductions. Rogue wasn’t paying much attention as her body was driving her crazy. Of all the times she had to get like this, this was the worst moment for her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t noticed that when she stood near a row of glass canisters that one of them suddenly fell over, the top popping off as a purple liquid splashed onto her arm. “What the-what is this stuff!?” She went to touch it but Grady called out to her to stop suddenly. “Let me see that first!” He rushed over for a large guy as he checked which canister had knocked over. “Please tell meh that this isn’t goin’ ta kill me.” She said now getting a little afraid. Grady sighed, “No worries this is a new ink I’m working on that doesn’t stain. This however is the opposite, it stains too much, it’s most likely on your skin now.” “What!?” Rogue pulled up her sleeve carefully as she now had a large purple stain on her arm. “Damn it, how hard will this wash off?” “Uh…” “Grady?” Peter asked him knowing something was up. “Well it can be washed off but you’ll have to do it right away or else it could be…permanent.” He explained. “Ah am not goin’ around with a purple spot on mah arm for the rest of mah life!” “Hold on, Grady what’s in that stuff?” Peter asked as Grady explained. Rogue couldn’t follow it but Hank seemed to be nodded as he listened in so that was good enough for her. She looked down worried that time was running out. “Okay I got that in my lab,” Peter paused and looked at Rogue and then at the rest. “Hey you think you can take over for a moment?” “Huh, oh sure yeah man least I could do,” Grady looked at the canister. “Man this is weird this thing was sealed the top shouldn’t be able to just pop off like that.” “Just another mystery,” Peter told him gently leading Rogue away. “Come on my lab isn’t far.” -Peter’s Lab- Peter got out the chemicals he would need to remove the stain on Rogue’s skin. He had her roll up her sleeve and placed it under the sink for some running water. He came over and started to apply a mixture to her arm. “Ya think this will work?” Rogue asked hoping her arm wouldn’t have a permanent purple color spot on it now. “It should we got to it soon before it could set in,” Peter assured her as she took a sponge and started rubbing the skin. Rogue was thankful that he was being gentle she was afraid he would have to scrub her skin raw. Looking at her skin the coloring on her skin was slowly coming off. She cast a look at him, he was kind of cute up close. He was also nice and good with the kids which was a plus in her books, normally when she met humans they tended to be a bit more hostile to mutants. He was a lot different than what she was used to, hell given her insane life meeting nice normal people was a rare thing. “Good this seems to be working and it’s not turning bright yellow,” Peter said. “What!?” “Just kidding,” He smiled at her. Rogue let out a breath, “Not funny,” although she was smiling herself. “Nearly done,” He told her as he got nearly all of the coloring off. “You know if you don’t mind me saying you really have nice skin. It’s a good thing it’s not going to get this permanent mark it.” “Ah take good care of it, have for years really since ah had to cover up a lot in the past.” She remembered some of the problems that came with always covering herself all the time. It was the worst in summer. Her skin would dry out sometimes so she had to moisten herself. But it was nice that he noticed. “Ya got nice hands as well,” she replied. “They seem kind of strong and a little rough for a science guy.” “I…used to do a lot of photography, usually action stuff.” Peter tried to explain other than saying that he was a superhero that usually had to punch things or people that could throw cars around like softballs. “Things got a little hairy sometimes, given that we live in New York and you know how things can get here.” “No kiddin’,” Rogue knew full well all the insane things did get in this city. “So now you’re doin’ this?” “Well I was a teacher before for a time but things didn’t work out,” Peter shrugged. “So I know how it is trying to get kids interested in learning for this generation. Well I think I got it all but that blouse will have to be cleaned soon with this or else you might as well throw it out.” Rogue bit her lip she really liked this blouse she didn’t get to wear it much and if she could save it then she would hope to. But the only way to do that would be to take it off but could she just take it off for a total stranger? Well he was a nice guy, plus he was also kind of attractive. She paused at that last thought, she really could use a good lay it had been way too long. She hadn’t had sex in over a year, with things like not being able to touch, then Gambit and her breaking up yet again when she could touch she never had any kind of boyfriend or lover. Okay sure there had kind of been this thing with Magneto for a time but honestly that never went anywhere and looking back on it he was just too old for her. But right here was this cute guy who was just a normal guy that was smart, funny, good with kids and didn’t seem to hate mutants. She felt her spine tingle again almost like someone was gently caressing her nerves as she thought about Peter. “Well…can ah trust ya?” She said feeling herself heat up a little. “Of course,” Peter blinked and then was surprised when she started to unbutton her top. “Whoa you mean you want to do it now?” “Ah know but ah want ta save this, ya said ah could trust ya right?” She saw him nod as she continued feeling slightly nervous. She took off her top as Peter got to wash the garment. He tried not to look but he couldn’t help it as she rubbed her arms feeling exposed as her breasts were bare except for the green bra that she wore. It wasn’t anything special but from her upper body he could tell she kept in shape. No body fat at all on her and she was very gorgeous. But he felt like she was a little exposed. “I feel like I have an unfair advantage here,” Peter said trying to break the silence. “Well I could even things out if you wanted it. Take my shirt off so at least we both will be uncomfortable.” He joked figuring it might be a good ice breaker. “Alright.” Peter paused looking at her to make sure she wasn’t joking. “Hey ah’m here in my bra, tha least you can do is strip yaself.” Peter wasn’t sure but he did offer, with a shrug he got out of his shirt placing it on the table. Well he figured at least both of them were uncomfortable now. Although he couldn’t help but steal glances at her, she really had a fine figure. Rogue licked her lips when Peter took his shirt off, for a science geek he was really built. Not bulked up like Colossus but he was a more slim and athletic form that made her feel even hotter. She really hadn’t been laid in awhile her hormones were driving her nuts. His back was just as nice as she could picture herself running her hands over it. Before she knew it she was right next to him looking at her blouse as he finished. “There we go just let it dry and it should be good,” Peter said showing her the stain was completely gone. Then he paused at looking at her, her lips looked so inviting and those green eyes were so deep and filled with emotion. She was looking back locked into his stare as she liked his kind brown eyes. “So ah know this is sudden but have ya ever thought about mutants before?” “In what way?” He asked. “Well…maybe…sexually?” She blushed she couldn’t believe she was doing this it was like all her inhibitions were gone as her body burned with desire and it only got hotter as time went on. Peter had thought about it, what she said. All the X-women were beauties that wore skin tight costumes some more revealing than others. “Yeah I have and I have to admit, you’re a beautiful women Rogue.” “You’re kind of handsome yourself, Peter.” She leaned in as she kissed him. It was a little light kiss as they pulled back and for a split second they just looked and suddenly they were making out. They pulled each other in close as she felt his tongue on her lips. She opened it and let his tongue invade her mouth, she loved the feel of his skin on hers his hands on hers and her hands on him. Rogue moaned into his kiss while he was above her she pulled up one of her legs and rubbed it against his side. He really was a good kisser and it had been so long since she had any sexual experience. She didn’t think she could stand anymore as she reached down for his shirt and started to pull it up. Peter helped her to get his shirt off and she stared at his chest. She ran her hands over his naked chest liking what she had been seeing and they felt just as good as she hoped it would. “God you must work out a lot,” she said out loud. “I get a good workout most days,” he told her although he wasn’t going to say it was from swinging around the city fighting crime.  He grabbed her ass holding her up as she wrapped her legs around him. Her body was grinding into him as he felt her body against his growing erection. He squeezed her ass it was a nice ass as he quickly used his mouth to attack her neck. “Oh god, ah hope ya don’t think nothin’ bad about me, ah don’t normally do this kind of thing,” she moaned at his mouth found a nice spot on her neck. “Don’t worry, I just hope you don’t think I make it a habit of having beautiful women jumping me at work.” Although that did bring up the memories of MJ, Black Cat and Carol, well at least none of his co-workers here had jumped him but he was really starting to wonder just what was going on with his life lately. Did he start using a new cologne or something? Did he develop some kind of pheromone power like Spider-Woman? Or was his luck finally turning around? He really didn’t know all he knew was that he had this southern sexy mutant in his arms. “You really are strong,” Rogue purred at how he was holding her up without much effort. “Told you I work out,” Peter grinned as he placed her on the table. “But let’s try and get more comfortable.” “Ah know where to start,” she reached behind her as she undid her bra letting it fall as she leaned back sexily. Peter could only eye her large breasts finally free, she had large nipples with large areolas they weren’t too big but they were bigger than any other woman he had seen. He leaned forward to kiss her as she wrapped her arms behind his neck leaning back as Peter was half on top of her. They stayed like that kissing and running their hands over each other. Peter managed to reach up with one hand to fondle one of her breasts, they were very firm as she moaned when he squeezed it. Peter couldn’t take it anymore as he kissed down her neck to the valley between her breasts as she ran her fingers through his brown hair. She moaned as she gently rubbed his head and when he finally got to one of her nipples as he placed it in his mouth she arched her back with a cry. “Oh god yes.” “Like that huh?” “Ah…ah got sensitive nipples,” she told him as it was true whenever she pleasured herself her nipples were always so sensitive. “God you really have a sexy voice you know that?” Peter told her before attacking the hardened nipple again this time licking it and given little tests to it to see what really worked. “Thanks, oh god yes! Just like that!” She cried out as he sucked on her nipple. “Ah love that!” Peter sucked even harder making her squirm with excitement as his other hand went to play with the other hardening pink nub. She cried out holding his head to her breast pulling him in, he took as much of her breasts into his mouth as he could and sucked driving her wild. He started to knead the twin going slightly harder to see what her threshold was and was surprised by how hard she liked her breast groped. Eventually he had to taste more of her as he let go of her breasts and started to move down her body. Rogue wasn’t sure where he was going at first, he had been kissing down her stomach as he pulled off her panties.  They were dripping wet by this point and she was glad to get rid of them. She felt it slip down her legs but then he moved her legs apart and placed his head between her thighs. Peter was surprised to find that there was a little hair down there in a little strip. Not only that but he found a white streak on it as well. “Well haven’t seen one of these in a long time.” Rogue blushed knowing what he was talking about, “It’s less trouble to keep a little trimmed instead of tha whole thing shaved.” She could feel his warm breath on her neither regions she was already getting wet from him working her up but was he wasn’t moving away from there. ‘He can’t be doing that can he?’ she wondered but soon felt his tongue on her slit. She moaned at the contact. She had never had a guy go down on her before, she had only two sexual partners in her life. The first Sentry she had only a few times before he was married and he had been the only hero to be able to touch her. It had only been a few times but it had been her first time with him. Then there was Gambit, he had been a very experienced lover back when she lost her powers for a time. He had ever done this though, sure he used his fingers to pump into her and work her up to an orgasm but never used his mouth. “Oh gawd that feels so good!” Rogue moaned out her hips bucking slightly. Peter was glad she was enjoying this and to tell the truth so was he, her pussy was actually pretty good. There was no nasty after taste to it, plus he noticed that not only did she had large sensitive nipples but she had a large clit to go with it. He saw that it was already enlarged and gave it a like. The way her whole body jerked violently with her gasping told him she liked it. He started to focus on it as Rogue’s moans turned to cries of passion. Rogue was losing her mind, the things Peter was doing to her was driving her crazy as he attacked her clit and just when she though it couldn’t get better he suddenly lightly sucked on her clit. That was it for her as her back arched as she cried out her hands dug into his hair, her thighs gripping his head in place as her hips kept thrusting as she came hard. Peter was surprised by suddenly being drenched by her cum, he lapped it up as best he could as she came so much she was leaking all over. He had never seen a woman cum so much before and wondered if this was the kind of woman she was. He had heard that some woman could squirt and wondered if he could get Rogue to do that. Plus she tasted pretty good too, there wasn’t any kind of nasty after taste, none of that bitterness that sometimes could show up. He dug in again as he continued to eat out her pussy. “Oh god again!?” Rogue looked down wide eyed not sure if she could take another orgasm so soon. He placed her legs over his shoulders making sure she couldn’t move around as she let her head fall back staring at the ceiling moaning as he continued on with his work. She felt him use his fingers this time and it was driving her insane with pleasure. Was this how it was all the time for oral sex or was he just really good at it? She lost her train of thought as her hips started to buck against him. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure if such a thing was possible. Her voice cried out not carrying if anyone heard her, although what she didn’t know was that the labs tended to be sound proofed to protect experiments sensitive to sound. Her voice wailed as Peter dove her to heights of pleasure. Peter would have eaten her out even more but he wanted to see her, he stood up but continued to pump his fingers into her body. She squirmed on the table her skin hot and flushed as her thighs clamped down on his hand her moaning and crying out. “Let it out Rogue, I want to see you cum,” He told her. “Oh god-oh god-oh gawwwd!” She cried out. Then Peter pressed his thumb onto her clit and her eyes widened as her orgasm came crashing down. Her body jerked as his fingers continued pumping and to his surprise she screamed out as her whole body tensed up and liquid squirted out of her pussy drenching his hand and wrist. He pulled out seeing her give a squirt of her own fluids onto his floor as she fell back onto the table. After a moment she relaxed as he mind had actually gone blank for a moment there. She took deep breaths as her body felt completely limp. She had never came that hard in her life and shuddered at the feeling of it. Her whole body tingled as her pussy had this pleasured warmth to it now. Peter stood up looking down at the partially clothed beauty, her breasts heaving like they did was very erotic and his pants were already feeling very constrained. She really had a great body, not an inch of fat on her body most likely all that training the X-Men put themselves through paid off. Although her skit was pushed up to her waist there was so much cum leaking out there was a huge wet spot on his desk now. That was going to take some time to clean up later as he looked at her spread out form almost inviting him. She looked at him and smiled as she spread herself a bit more holding onto her thighs, “Well don’t just wait there sugar, I think ya deserve a little somethin’ yourself.” “I do so love southern hospitality,” Peter undid his pants and pushed them down with his boxers. She got a good look at him and felt her excitement, he was bigger than she thought. He had an inch on Gambit that much was certain although he was a little smaller than Sentry had been from what she remembered a few years back. But it was still a really good size and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. Peter paused as he looked around suddenly, “Damn it I don’t have a condom around here.” He meant to buy some after work and keep a couple in his wallet given how things were going but then this had suddenly happened. Rogue was happy that he was thinking ahead but she really wanted to feel him inside of her, plus she never liked the feel of condoms. Sure she used them a few times in the past when she needed to but it was just something about actually feeling the guy blow his load into her body that felt so intimate to her. Still today might not be a good day, she was sure she was on a safe day but it was getting kind of close to the end of that safe window. “Just pull out when ya cum,” She told him. That was good enough for him as he took hold of his cock and lined it up with her wet sex. He pushed in and as soon as the head was in he then thrust in all the way to the base. Rogue threw her head back with a loud cry he certainly did feel large inside of her, it felt so good as she spread her legs out as far as they would go straightening them and holding them in place to get him in a far as he could go. “Oh gawd Peter, I love how you feel in me!” “Fuck you’re so wet,” Peter had to admit that when Rogue got wet she really got wet. It was very slick in her but she was so tight it was a great combination. He wasn’t sure if she was this tight naturally or just because she didn’t get a chance to have sex all that much in her life. Still he couldn’t help thrusting into her body. He was propped up by his arms as he looked down at her, each thrust made her body shift on the table, those lovely breasts swayed with every movement and those erotic sounds from her. She really did sound sexy with that southern accent of hers. Soon they got into a nice rhythm once he got that down he had to take another taste of those breasts. He leaned down to capture one of her large and now very hard nipples in his mouth. Rogue cried out as the extra sensation sent bolts of electricity though her body. The way he felt inside of her, he felt so much bigger and he was so hard. Filling her core with every thrust, she felt his pelvis hit her clit sending powerful jolt of pleasure through her body. It also didn’t hurt that she was still reeling from her last two orgasms.  She just held on to dear life and let this man fuck her brains out. She called out his name, called out to god, and just called out among her cries of passion. Peter returned that as he continued to fuck the women under him. He was sure there would be a puddle below them with how much fluids she was dipping. He could feel how wet his own groin area was from her as the room filled with the musky scent of sex. Still he continued on thrusting away as his chest crushed her breasts under him her fingers nearly clawing into his back. Rogue’s over stimulated body couldn’t handle it anymore as she came again holding him close as Peter groaned trying not to cum inside of her. It was nearly a losing battle he was hard as rock and the way she gripped him even tighter when she came nearly made him blow his load right then. He was able through will power to hold it off but he was cumming and cumming soon. “I got to cum Rogue,” he warned her. “I got to pull out.” “My turn to return the favor,” She told him as he pulled out. She dropped to her knees noticing how wet the area under her was but soon saw that large prick in her face covered in her own juices. Now this she had experience with as she eagerly took his manhood into her mouth. Gambit used to love this although she was surprised that when she tried to get him all the way she nearly choked. She wasn’t prepared for how long he was but she made due. It didn’t long for him to reach his orgasm. He called her name as he threw his head back wanting to hold her head to his crotch to take every drop but after Carol he remembered not all women liked to swallow so he left it up to her. She didn’t disappoint as she eagerly gulped down his load, feeling the warm fluids flow into her mouth she quickly swallowed. She make sure to drink every last drop of him licking his prick clean in her mouth to ensure he was done. After she removed those lovely lips from his cock he leaned against the table as she got up and wiped her mouth. “Well that was something,” Peter panted. “Yeah, ah really needed that,” Rogue smiled as she hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long time. She had been overly stressed with everything that had happened lately and maybe this was the result of all of it. She saw that he was still lightly hard as she leaned over the table sticking her ass out. “Ya know it might take awhile yet for my shirt to dry, ah wonder what we’ll do until then.” Peter got behind her as he caressed her ass and placed his cock between her ass cheeks rubbing himself slightly between them. “I think we can think of a way to pass the time.” -Much Later- The tour was over by the time Rogue and Peter caught up to everyone. Both had to clean up a little and Peter would have to clean up the lab later on but first things first. Rogue’s top was clean and now dry and they got their clothing as best in order as they could. Rogue’s skirt proved to be a bit of a challenge to get all the wrinkles out of it but if you didn’t look too close it wasn’t noticeable. They finally caught up with the group as the tour was ending. “Finally!” Kitty said seeing the two of them. “I was about to send someone to look for the both of you.” “Yeah sorry about that, took a little longer to get that stain off her skin and shirt than I thought.” Peter made up the apology hoping she would buy it. “Yeah,” Rogue nodded and looked around. “So everything okay and everyone behaved?” “Yep, all the students seem to like all the neat things they got here. Did you know they got these small portal devices like in that game here?” Kitty asked. “Thought that was still experimental,” Peter muttered out loud. “Well it did have the result of turning the object thrown through it inside out,” Hank chuckled joining them. “But it was still a marvelous experiment and I must say it’s so good to see science given the tools needed to further itself here. In my early days I would have loved to have worked at such a place.” Hank looked around the facility as though he had found a second home, for a man of science like himself seeing all these men and women of science coming together and pushing the boundaries of knowledge spoke to him. “Hey if you want to ever consult or drop on by I’m sure there’s a door always open for you.” Peter offered although he was pretty sure his boss would love to have Hank McCoy working here even if it was just now and then. The man was considered one of the world’s leading experts on mutants and who knows what else. Hank considered it, “A promising idea and one I shall think on but first I think it’s time we corral the children and get them home.” “Yep, play time is over.” Kitty said eager to get home and maybe just sit on a tub for awhile. Rogue cast a look to Peter as she leaned in close. “Hey uh…do ya want to get somethin’ ta eat someday?” Rogue asked Peter when they were walking together as she ran a hand through her hair. “Asking me out huh?” Peter smiled at her. She smiled back, “we kind of did things a little out of order back there.” Peter scratched the back of his head, “Yeah that’s for sure.” Looking at her he couldn’t help but see the hope in her eyes. Damn it, he was a sucker for women and he just couldn’t say no to them when they gave him a look like that. “I’d love to whenever you’re free.” He told her and the smile he got from her told him that this meant a lot to her. After exchanging numbers Rogue left with a wink as she returned to her students and Peter went back to his lab. When he got there the place still smelled of sex and he sat down next to a table and suddenly just slammed his head into the table. “I don’t know what’s going on but this is going to get complicated,” Peter moaned as now he was seeing yet another girl. At this rate he was going to get busy trying to juggle all these women and it was starting to worry him. Maybe he really should go ask for advice about this or something but he had no idea who. While Peter sat there, sitting on the table where he had just fucked Rogue a certain goddess sat trailing a finger over the juices left behind. She licked it off the finger and closed her eyes, so much repressed sexual energy in that woman, her released was nearly as potent as a virgin’s first time. Oh she hoped that one showed up again she was a real treat. “Honestly you mortals shouldn’t question things so much,” She sighed at her new favorite mortal. “You wanted help with your love life so don’t complain after when you get your wish. Just you wait my lovely little man, I’m having oh so much fun with this that I can’t wait to see whose next for you.” She got the feeling that this man had plenty of women in this life, some already had feelings, some were interested. Maybe a few might need a little push in the right direction but he really did have a gift if only he knew how to use it correctly. Well that was why she was here now, she couldn’t wait to find out just how many more women orbited his life and who and how many would be pulled down to him. “Something tells me the fun is only beginning,” She smiled. Next up Chapter 6: The Lawyer  

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: A Twist of Fate

Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Wars or make a profit from this, I only own any OC like Almec Derlin   Just so you know I’ll be using [things like this] to show when someone is speaking in another language.   A New Master   Chapter 1: Twist of Fate   The palace of Jabba the Hutt was not the kind of place you would normally think of when you thought of the word ‘palace’. Sure the place was built like one even though apparently it was originally a monastery when Jabba took over it as his palace. A place filled with the most vile and vicious beings found in the Outer Rim Territories.  The place looked worn and the only upkeep was to keep the place a fortress, any paint had long since been peeled away by the desert sands that surrounded the place.   Almec Derlin walked up the hill dragging a man secured and bound holding on to a chain connected to the cuffed wrists.   “Hurry the hell up Lester,” he told his prize. The man might have said something but the mussel on his mouth it made whatever he said unknown.   “Yeah, tell me another one,” Almec pulled on the chain.    He hated the walk up to this place, there was no place to land his ship and the walk always sucked. Didn’t help that this always made his right knee hurt, ever since he took shrapnel to the knee a few years ago on a job it always started to hurt when he over worked it. The heat and the sand wasn’t much better either, he was from a forest world originally so all this dry heat and sand felt just wrong to him. Plus his armor wasn’t helping much in keeping him cool anyway but there was no way he was walking into this den of cut throats without any protection.   It wasn’t anything special for armor either, just a simple chest plate with grieves, the boots has shin guards with a couple of plates on the thighs and arms. They were a dull green on grey clothing all of it having small grim and repaired damages here and there. Each little imperfection told a story.   Almec had been a bounty hunter/mercenary for over eight years now, which was actually not too bad. Most in this business when you first get into it, it was that first year that really made people wonder if you would live or not. The smart ones quit when they realized they weren’t up to it but those were rare. So for doing this for eight years he had managed to learn enough to keep his ass alive, hopefully to the day he got a fat payday and could retire in luxury.   This was not how he imagined his life as he reflected finally getting to the top of the hill, he had left his boring little world on the Rim for the Imperial Academy, it was his way of finally getting out and doing something exciting with his life. His family had been against it of course so when he was old enough he ran off and hadn’t looked back. He didn’t care, his mother ran off years ago and his father was a drunk that liked to use him as a punching bag when it got bad. The rest of the extended family turned a blind eye so in the end he just flipped the whole planet off.   Turns out he had a bit of an attitude problem for the academy, he only made it a couple of years in Imperial service before being dishonorably discharged. So he used what little money had saved up and went into business for himself. That first year had been an eye opener and over the years he had learned that this galaxy didn’t favor the weak. Especially not out here in the Rim where you could earn pay for less than legal or moral ways but the danger was a lot higher too.   “Finally,” He kicked at the door waiting for that damn droid eye to show up. “I swear Lester whatever you did to piss off the Hutt better make this trip worth it.”   After telling the droid in that massive door to let him in he walked past the Gamorrean guards trying not to breath too deeply. He swore those guards never even heard of a bath unlike other Gamorrians he had met.  He knew the way to the throne room as he had been here enough times plus he didn’t really want to be here too long. Although it did have some charm, mainly all the sexy slave girls and having sex with them always was a perk to this job, but the longer you stayed here the more you could see Jabba at his worst. Too many times he had seen people dropped into that damn pit and eaten by that beast he kept down there.   Now he wasn’t squeamish about killing but he was a professional in the business, if you were going to kill someone make it clean. Being eaten was just one of the few things that he actually found morally wrong, which wasn’t many. In his line of work you had to do a lot of crappy things and he didn’t lose any sleep over it. Although he did hate seeing the dancers and sex slaves thrown down there, the screaming they made, one poor had been bitten in half still alive just enough to give a few more cries from her missing legs before the thing finally ate her.    No if you were going to kill someone a clean kill was the least you could do.   He could hear the music going knowing that someone was dancing, he wondered if it was a new girl by this time, Jabba had a way of wearing down his prize girls before he tired of them and then down they went.   In the throne room the dark room filled with smoke, low lighting and the music filled the air. Dancing there in the center of the light was a beautiful and graceful Twi’lek woman, her green skin had a slight scene of sweat as she danced her heart out. Her graceful movements captured the attention of everyone. Her sexy form barely hidden by the fishnet costume she wore as she was able to dance without the chain Jabba was holding her getting in the way.   She was amazing and he had to admit she was one hell of a sexy woman as he drank in the sight of her.   This unfortunate soul was Oola a slave girl, she had been one of the prize dancers of the greatest dancing schools of her home world of Ryloth. She had no real memories of anywhere else than the school before she was sold off. Perhaps she had just been an orphan girl sold to the school or her parents sold her off for some quick cash. It didn’t matter, stories like that were common on her world. She and another girl had been sold here but her friend Sienn'rha had run off with someone that had tried to save them.   It was some human named Luke that had tried to save them, but in her naive foolishness Oola hadn’t gone with them. She thought palace life would have been grand for her, how she had been crushed and placed into this nightmare. Forced to wear this costume and dance for the fat slug on the dais in front of her. She had been humiliated and forced to perform sexual acts with the damn slug and even others that had caught their eye on her. First time she tried to fight off a man that wanted her had earned her a hit to the face as he raped her.   Of course Jabba had fed the man to the beast below, not because he had raped his slave but because of the bruise on Oola’s face. You could do anything to his slaves but if you damaged their looks that was crossing a line with the Hutt.   She had fallen into despair about her life, resigned that she was going to die here. She had seen what happened to the girls that displeased their master.   But now that was not the case, the new droid C-3PO had told her that Luke Skywalker was coming, he was coming for his friend the poor man that was in carbonite over in the corner like some demented trophy. So she danced, she danced like never before.   Almec saw the dancing girl and he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman, she was beautiful and he had never seen anyone dance like that. He hoped he could get some time with her while here she looked the type that would be an amazing fuck. She hadn’t been here last time he had been here it had been a pair of lovely twin sisters although he didn’t seem them around so he had a good guess what happened to them.   Still he couldn’t take his eyes off this lovely creature, he wasn’t normally one for losing himself in a woman but the way she moved seemed to capture everyone’s attention. He didn’t even notice the music, hell he would be surprised if he would even remember if there ever was, all there was is just her. She was obviously professionally trained, no one learned to move with that kind of grace.   He wasn’t the only one that seemed to have gotten under her spell, the Hutt looked every eager as he pulled on her chain commanding her to come to him. To his surprise the woman actually pulled back on the chain as she was actually defying the slug.   ‘This isn’t going to go well,’ Almec knew where this would go. That woman was going to be food for that rancor below. ‘Damn it, what a waste.’   He hated to think that woman going to waste like that, hell it’s not like the Hutt couldn’t get another or had others in the wings to be his favorite new ‘toy’ to play with. He didn’t see other people as people only things for his amusement. He didn’t like Hutts but they paid well provided they weren’t the backstabbing kind.   He could see how pissed that Jabba was getting and he could tell what was going to happen. That’s when one of his bad habits showed up, his impulsive nature he usually could keep under control. It was one of the few things he learned from the Imperial Academy that stuck with him but sometimes he slipped up and this was one of them.   Before he could stop himself his reflexes kicked in, by this thigh on the armor there he had a small disk. It was a unique little item he found on a hunt on another world. The people there had these little disks that when thrown razors shot out, apparently it was for hunting some kind of game but he found it a useful tool when he got the hang of it. Some places had security where energy weapons were detected and so alternate means were sometimes needed.   The disk flew out and the blades which were laser sharpened cut through the chain that was holding the woman. She fell back just as the platform under her opened her feet were in the hole as she quickly pulled them up staring at shock at what had nearly been her death not inches from her.   Jabba roared out scanning the room for whoever did that, he noticed the new arrival and a lot of eyes were trained on him. Jabba noticed the bounty hunter a human he had dealt with a few times.   He pointed him out to the crowd as he spoke and the new golden droid translated.   “The great and powerful Jabba wishes to know why you have personally insulted him in his own home.” The droid spoke up.   Almec really wished he had either been a smarter man or had just arrived a little later. He had to think fast or else it was his ass going down there. He thought about fighting his way out until he noticed the faces in the crowd. Some of them were known to him and not the kind that wouldn’t think twice about shooting him in the back.   ‘Oh all hells in the pit is that Fett?’ he hadn’t noticed the man in the crowd. He knew his skills and they weren’t up to that man. ‘Well cutting and running is out.’   He decided to play it up and hope he could talk his way out of it.   “Sorry for the interruption but I figured that you would like to have the main attraction,” He pulled Lester forward. “As you can see I figured this lot who I believe you hired out a bounty because he stole from the great and mighty Jabba and thought he could get away with it.”   “What did you call Jabba again?” He asked. “A fat slug that would be too stupid to notice a new missing credits?”   Jabba bellowed in rage as his tiny arms slammed into his own fat body. Lester tried to shake his head and deny it but the gag was preventing any words.   “I am sorry for interrupting your fun mighty Jabba,” he bowed knowing that the Hutt loved to be complimented the man’s ego was as big as his body after all. So he would play to the man’s vanity and hope he could focus his rage on someone else. “But since this man personally has insulted you I thought he would make for a better example to others who would dare to steal from you or insult your name.”   Jabba stared at him for a moment and he knew he might have pushed too far the fat slug wasn’t stupid. He said something which Almec caught most of it but the droid still translated.   “The mighty Jabba says that still doesn’t explain your own disrespect.”   ‘Crap,’ Almec thought fast, there was a way out but this was going to hurt his wallet. “Well I’ll admit I’d hate to also see such fine merchandise go to waste.” He pointed to the twi’lek girl. “Since you seem to be done with her I was hoping to buy her from you, I think my bounty for this man here should cover it.”   Jabba laughed in that deep bellowing voice of his and Almec wasn’t sure if the Hutt was going to throw him in with the girl and Lester into the pit or was going for it. Again she spoke and Almec really needed to brush up on his Huttese, a few words he wasn’t sure on.   “The Great Jabba acknowledges your offer and while true that the slave has disappointed him for the last time why should he grant you the sale?” The droid asked.   “Well look at it this way,” Almec shrugged trying not to sweat. “You don’t want the girl anymore and I could use someone to clean up my ship now and then. Plus you get rid of her anyway, you get Lester here free of charge. You lose no money, you don’t really lose anything and you not only gain someone that has been an irritant to you but now you have something to replace the girl for your pet’s next snack.”   Lester of course tried to plead for his life but Almec kicked him in the back of the knee forcing the man to his knees.   “Take it like a man Lester.” He said coldly. “You know what crossing a Hutt would get you.”   Jabba laughed again and said something that Almec did catch this time and he really wished he had mistranslated it.   “The Mighty Jabba says-“   Almec cut him off, “I got that!”   “Why I never, I’m only doing my job!” The droid threw up his arms as best he could.   ‘Gods I never seen such a prissy droid,’ Almec rubbed his face. Jabba had just set the price and it actually cost more than his bounty. This wasn’t good he didn’t need to be in dept to a Hutt. “Jabba you’re asking a lot for merchandise that’s been well used, brand new sure she would cost that but that’s a bit much isn’t it?”   Jabba said the next line with a very clear threat underneath it.   The droid spoke up as Almec didn’t care at that moment, “The Mighty Jabba says while that is true, the price has been raised because of the disrespect you have shown him. In his infinite wisdom he has seen that instead of just punishing you, you will repay him and show him your actions were in error and that you are sorry for your impudence.”   He was sure that Jabba didn’t use some of those words and that the droid was embellishing it but that was it essentially. It was then that he suddenly realized he had fallen into Jabba’s trap. If he refused he would be shown as showing disrespect again as Jabba was giving him an ‘out’ of his earlier mistake. It also meant that Jabba would have a bounty hunter under his thumb he would give him any job at half cost Almec bet.   Not only that but there would most likely be extra costs put in like late fees or interests, that was how these gangsters worked in order to keep you under your thumb and keep getting you to pay out. He knew that this was a bad choice but it wasn’t like he had much of an option here. The only way out was to rack up as many bounties as he could, do odd jobs and anything he could. He was going to have to work his ass off to get this dept paid off.   ‘Damn it I came here to make money got lose it!’ he knew only had to blame himself. He never seemed to have much luck in life. Every time he seemed to get somewhere something like this happened.   “Fine it’s a deal,” Almec told him not too happy but it wasn’t like he had much of an option.   Jabba chuckled having won and now he motioned towards Lester. Almec took off the chain and bindings and the gag. He noticed that pale twi’lek of his writing something down most likely a record of the deal that just happened.   “Please Jabba I can get you more money!” Lester quickly tried to plead for his life getting up as close as he could holding his hands in prayer in front of himself.   Almec however was in no mood for it and kicked the man in the back sending him screaming to his death as Jabba’s platform rolled forward as the crowd started to jockey for good positions as the show started up.   Meanwhile a forgotten slave girl was on the floor looking at the whole scene. Oola wasn’t entirely sure what was going on as she hoped that this human had saved her or was his actions just to delay her fate as well as have him share it? She only caught bits and pieces of the conversation she only knew Twi’leki, Lekku and some of the Huttese she had picked up working here. The man spoke basic which she could only knew a few words, she had picked up various words of several languages living here but mostly they were of the more vulgar types of things.   Then the man who had been in chains had been suddenly kicked into the bit with a scream as everyone gathered around the grating in the floor. She sat there eyes wide as she had seen that man fall to the fate she had nearly fallen into. Then she felt a tug on her arm, the strange human in the armor pulled her up and was leading her over to an isolated booth. He stopped to grab the small disk weapon he used to cut her chain before he sat down with a sigh running his hand through his brown messy hair.   He asked her something she didn’t catch.   “I said you got a name?” Almec asked her again and noticing the blank look on her face mentally groaned.   [You speak basic?] he asked in some broken up Twi’leki.   [No, only little.] she told him.   “Fuck,” He should have known his luck now he was stuck with a slave that didn’t speak basic and his Twi’leki wasn’t that strong. Hell the only reason he learned it was to help him pick up Twi’lek women in bars after he got them into bed he felt he didn’t need to know much more than that.   [You’re name.]   “Oola.”   [Almec] he placed his hand on his chest. [Own you now.]   [Not Jabba?] She asked hopefully as anyone would be better than the Hutt. She had nearly died just now and if she was still to be a slave she was hopeful that at least her new master would be nicer to her.   Almec shook his head pointing to himself as he pulled the young woman onto his lap as he ran his ungloved hands over her exposed flesh testing it out. Her skin was very smooth to the touch and he could feel the dancer’s body under the skin, she had no real body fat on her as he could feel himself starting to get hard just thinking about taking the woman’s body.   She stayed still letting him do what he wanted she knew full well what was happening as she was used to being pawed at but his touch was lighter and not as rough. His hand went to the back of her head pulling her to him as he kissed her deeply. She responded knowing to please your master was important for a slave. She placed her hands on the hard metallic breastplate wondering if he felt just as strong under it. At least he was pleasing to her eye, but then again most other species was better than that slimy and smelly Hutt.   When he was satisfied with the kissing he attacked her neck as he pulled the sides of her outfight in between her breasts his hand going to one of them. He felt how full her breasts felt as he squeezed it in his hand. Maybe this would be worth the money to have access to her body whenever he wanted, it was a lonely life as a Bounty Hunter sometimes. He stopped attacking her neck and bent down to start sucking on the light green nipple into his mouth.   Oola sucked in her breath, he was sucking kind of hard on the sensitive nub as she felt his free hand going between her legs. She gasped feeling his hand rub her pussy most of the people that wanted her body didn’t bother with her own pleasure.   Almec loved the feel of her breasts in his hand and in his mouth, they were full but still perky. He used his other hand on her back to test out her back skin, it was smooth and flawless. He caressed one of her head tails feeling is twitch under his touch. With enough testing of her breasts he attacked her neck again with his mouth. He then used the hand that had been toying with her breasts to reach between her legs and test out her cunt.   Oola started breathing a little hard as his hands were actually getting a reaction out of her body, she knew others were watching but as a dancer she was trained to dance in front of a crowd. Working here she had learned to do other things in front of a crowd. But at least her new master was taking it slow, she expected him to take her roughly but this was a pleasant surprise. Then she felt a finger of his going through the netting and enter her vagina. She gasped at the sudden intrusion but he seemed to be exploring her body.   She ran her hands over his body, she felt the rough armor still warm from the hot sun outside against her skin. She felt his slightly unshaven face rub her skin, it was kind of prickly. She always wondered about how some species like humans with all their hair dealt with it. She started to make little moaning noises as his fingered started to pump in and out of her.   Almec was starting to enjoy himself and soon found the girl starting to get a bit wet as a slight wetness started to coat his finger. That was good, that meant she could still respond to sex, he was a little afraid being Jabba’s personal pet might have ruined her for sex with her associating it with something she didn’t like. A dry fuck was never fun anyway but he also tested her out, she was in decent shape down there.   Not too lose and it felt like she would be a nice fuck when he got around to it. Plus she did have a sexy moan.   He was already hard under his pants and given the day he just had he could use a little stress relief. He pulled away and took his finger out of her. She looked at him panting slightly as she watched him unzip the front of his pants. She knew immediately want he wanted and she got down onto her knees. She reached in feeling the hard flesh and pulled it out.   She bent down looking at the human dick, she had seen plenty of them here of various races but she liked the one in front of her. It wasn’t so big that it would cause nothing but pain and didn’t have anything else, some species that had fucked her was just nothing but painful experience for her because their species weren’t totally compatible. As least with the more humanoid kind she could take without much trouble.   He was about over six inches long and nicely thick as her pouty lips lightly suckled on the head making her new master moan. She had to please him, he was going to take her out of this place and saved her life. She wasn’t sure what kind of person her new master was but it was always safe to stay on their good side. She had gotten on Jabba’s bad side today and it nearly killed her.   [Oola do good?] She asked taking a pause stroking him.   [Yes, more] he told her as she eagerly went back to sucking him down t the base.   Oola tried not to think of the taste the man hadn’t showered yet but she had far more disgusting things shoved into her mouth like Jabba’s tongue. She bobbed her head doing everything she could hear him moan as his hands caressed her head. She shivered as his hands started to caress her lekku, they were a very sensitive part of her species bodies as they twitched under his touch.   Almec had been with enough twi’lek women to know that the head tails were very sensitive as he stroked the girl. She started to squirm knowing he was getting a good reaction out of her. Sure he could have just turned her over the table and just fucked her but where was the fun in that? Besides he could always do that later but he wanted to enjoy his new slave.   He sat back allowing her to do her work, her mouth and tongue were nice and talented. The warmth of her mouth felt good as she took all of him. He wanted to enjoy this but it had been a month since he had a chance like this. He guided her movements making her go faster as she complied. Her hands went to his thighs gripping them as she make gurgling noises as he started to face fuck this beauty.   He really wanted to see what her pussy felt like but first he was going to cum in her mouth.   “Take it, take it you green skinned bitch,” He muttered as he cried out holding her face to his groin.   Oola felt his penis throb as he came, his seed filling her throat as she swallowed everything finally when he was done he let her go. She pulled her head up gasping for air as she had been getting close to her lungs starting to burn for air. She took his softening member licking it clean for him.   [Did I do good Master?]   “Oh yeah you did real good,” He stroked her face as she actually smiled up at him and he had to admit she had a lovely smile.   He was relaxing with the girl’s face in his lap feeling like maybe it was time to test out her other hole just as another commotion stared up, he looked up to see a short hunter come in with a wookie of all things. He knew that brown armor well as he had heard of this guy even seen him a few times.   “Boushh,” Almec felt a little out of his depth at the moment. First Bobba Fett and now him, now that was a mood killer as he put his member back into his pants. The girl looked at him confused as he pulled her up to his lap.   Maybe now was a good idea to get a head start on his work, he did have a lot of money to get now but before he could even move Boushh pulled out a damned thermal detonator. Almec couldn’t believe his luck today, it was like some god or goddess was torturing him. The entire room was so tense that you could cut it with a vibro-knife.   Then just like that after a small stare down between Boushh and Jabba over the price it was over as soon as it began and it was like the entire place let out a sigh, a deal was made and everyone went back to the party like nothing hadn’t happened.   “This place is taking years off my life,” he muttered to himself. He noticed the woman looking at him curiously. “Time to go, before the sith damned Emperor shows up next.”   He got up taking his expensive new prize with him. Then he paused as he looked back and thought about things. Boushh cared about his own life than money and he would never do something as do a trick like that. He would rather just take what was offered and then leave before someone tried to stick a knife in his back. The man was nothing if not paranoid and now that he got a good look at the man he noticed that Boushh didn’t move quite right, the movements were all wrong and was it his imagination or was he slightly shorter?   Something smelt and he had a nose for trouble, there was something going on here. He noticed that Fett hadn’t taken his eyes off him either, well at least he thought so it was hard to tell with that helmet he always wore. Something was in the air and maybe it was the best time to get out of here while the Hutt’s attention was taken off his own actions.   He walked towards the door with the girl in tow, [Got anything to take?]   Oola shook her head the only thing she had were the clothes she was wearing.   “Just as well we don’t linger,” Almec couldn’t wait until this whole planet was a speck in the sky behind him.   Next up Chapter 2: Welcome Aboard Well this is my first ever Star Wars related story so please give a rating and a comment on how you feel about the story

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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: The Oracle

The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 8: The Oracle Julia Carpenter woke up in her bed sweating with a start, she was breathing heavily as she fell back onto her bed and placed her arm over her eyes. Although she didn’t have to, being physically blind now she didn’t ‘see’ like normal people. She saw the world in a way that her old eye sight couldn’t even imagine. So placing something over her eyes was kind of pointless as she could still See the world. It was just habit forming. “God damn it,” She muttered to herself she pulled the covers to reveal her body. She was wearing just panties and a loose wife beater top. She was still physically fit and she had spent a lot of time and effort getting her stomach back to a nice flat surface after her pregnancy. The only problem she had was the wet spot between her legs, her panties were soaked in her juices and she could see her nipples poking at the thin material of her top. “Why is this happening?” She asked herself not used to not having answers, not when she could see the future. Her long red hair was slightly tangled up as she got up to changed out of her spoiled underwear. She didn’t want her daughter to see her by accident like this. This had been going on for weeks now, every time she went to sleep she kept seeing things in her dreams, or maybe she should say someone in her dreams. She kept seeing Peter in various sexual acts with other women, the first time it had happened she had thought it had been just a dream. It hadn’t stopped and even now when she was awake she saw visions of whenever Peter was with another woman. She had gotten used to having visions and knowing what was going to happen or what was happening in the world around her but this was getting harder and harder to deal with. Mainly because she hadn’t been laid in months and now she was horny and with no way to satisfy her urges. Oh sure she had been able to sate herself somewhat through more personal means when she was alone. But masturbation could only do so much, after some time you started to crave the feel of another person. To feel the warm flesh of someone against your own, all the little touches, the sounds, the words spoken in the intimate act. You couldn’t replace all of that and now she was starting to crave the feel of someone else. She needed something to help push these thoughts away, maybe a cold shower would help. It was still early and her daughter Rachel wouldn’t be up yet. Going to the bathroom she closed the door and started up the shower. She stepped in hissing at the cold as she tried to ease the almost burning desire of her body. The cold water seemed to wash it away until she felt better and slowly turned up the heat so it was mildly warm. She grabbed the soap and started to wash her body. She was still in the shower when more images suddenly showed up into her mind, these visions were so vivid that it almost felt like she was living them. At first it was Peter with the red headed former model and actress Mary Jane, she knew of their past together and of what they had been doing together. The two were currently at Mary Jane’s apartment, Julia could see the scattered clothing all over the bed room as the two were already at it. Julia didn’t know if this was the past, present or future at the moment, it wasn’t always clear but she could see and hear everything. She experienced Mary Jane riding on top of Peter, her hands on his chest as she cried out with her head thrown back as she bucked wildly on him, he was holding her hips as he helped her. Julia’s breathing increased as she could almost feel the sensations, the smell of sweat and sex, hear the sounds. Julia’s hand slowly started to roam over her wet body as she experienced another vision. This time it was Peter with She-Hulk, she had learned in past visions that Jennifer liked her sex a little rough at times, she liked it hard as she could take it. Most likely all that repressed sexuality was unleashed when she was She-Hulk, in her vision she saw them naked. She-Hulk was up against a wall as Peter fucked her into it, her green legs wrapped around him as he held the jade giant by her ass as he hammered her. Jen was bucking back thrashing around. Julia couldn’t remember the last time she had a rough fuck like that. Although she preferred her sex not so rough sometimes a little ‘angry sex’ could make you feel like bliss after doing a marathon. She was rubbing her naked body now under the water, her fingers gliding over her beasts and stomach. The next vision was of Peter was sitting on a couch as Carol was on her knees her head bobbing up and down as she took Peter’s member as far as she could. Peter ran his hand through her hair as she continued to pleasure him. One of her hands was fondling his balls while the other reached down to pleasure herself. Julia’s own fingers went down to her own slit as she slowly rubbed it. Her fingers started to work herself up as she saw the visions, almost as if she were the women in them as Peter fucked her like he was fucking them.  Silver Sable was next, on her hands and knees with Peter behind her fucking her. Up on a roof top of somewhere in New York it was night and now the image was of Peter in costume or at least most of it. His pants were down around his knees as he was pressing up against Black Cat. Her own costume had been opened and pulled down to her ankles.  Because it was a one piece suit she was completely naked except for her mask. She was pressed up against a brick surface as her large tits slightly graded against it. “Do it Spider, fuck my ass like you mean it!” She told him. Julia had never tried anal sex before as she watched the white haired woman take all of Peter inside of her ass. She had no idea something like that could go up all the way inside, she felt if she tried that it would hurt like hell but Black Cat was enjoying it. All these women getting pleasure from the same man, a man she knew as her fingers kept thrusting again her other hand grabbing hold of the wall in front of her as she was bent slightly forward her mouth open as she tried not to cry out not wanting her daughter to find out what she was doing. Suddenly it finally came, she felt herself cum as she shook a trailing moan escaped her mouth as she rested her head against the wall. Letting the water wash away the cum from between her legs as she tried to control her breathing. A knock at the door startled her, which was rare but it did happen when she was distracted. “Mom are you nearly done in there?” Rachel asked through the door. “Just finishing up honey, I’ll be out in a minute,” Julia called out, she quickly finished washing herself as she made sure there would be no evidence no matter how small of what she had been doing. After the shower she made breakfast and saw her daughter off to school. Now that she was alone Julia tried to take her mind off what was happening, these visions didn’t seem normal to her. Why was she seeing all of this?  It was like she had a pornographic channel right in her mind and Peter was the star. She had wondered once what it would be like to date him back when she was Spider-Woman but they never did. Now she was seeing what it would be like to be his lover through the experiences of other women he was currently with. The worst was that she hadn’t felt the touch of a man since her breakup with her last boyfriend after that whole Civil War horror. That had been a time she wished had never happened since all the things that happened to not only her but everyone. Julia was sexually frustrated, all these images weren’t helping with that. It wasn’t easy when you had a young daughter and were blind on top of that. Not that you could tell she was physically blind these days but it wasn’t easy to find guys willing to get with a woman with both. It also wasn’t like she was young enough to hit the clubs, oh sure she had her daughter kind of young so she was still good looking and not even thirty-five yet, but still the longer it became the harder it was to find someone it seemed. Then you get her new role as Madam Web and it was hard to date when you could see things ahead of time. True the few times she had gone out she was able to see if the guy was some kind of scum bag or not worth her time. So that saved her a lot of time but it also meant a lot of lonely nights in her bed. -Peter’s Apartment- Peter was just trying to catch a quick shower before getting back to work, he had snuck out of his lab when he heard the news of trouble downtown from the small TV in his lab he kept on the news at all times for just such a reason. Turned out Rhino had been up to trying to take out an armored car of all things, well it was a classic and his suit would allow him to rib the doors off without trouble. Apparently he hadn’t thought of his escape though since Peter was able to catch up to the guy who was getting away on foot. Still he had finished up, the money would be returned and he hoped to get back to the lab and finish off some work he was in the middle of. He was currently trying to recreate his stealth suit that Kane took when he left town. Not an easy thing to make and honestly Peter didn’t expect to have it returned to him at any rate. So since his place was on the way he needed a quick shower from all the sweat and the fact that Rhino had thrown a damn garbage bin at him to get the smell out. His poor costume however would need a couple of washes, thankfully he kept extra for such emergencies. After Peter was convinced he got the smell off him (and what felt like a layer of skin from scrubbing) he felt better. He was just getting out of his bathroom only in a towel around his waist to find none other than Madam Web there waiting for him. “Jeez! Give a guy a heart attack why don’t you?” Peter jumped he hadn’t even heard her come in although he guessed that was because she used the same window he did to enter and leave without people noticing. “Sorry but I had something I needed to talk to you about in person,” Julia told him taking off her gloves and setting them down on a small dresser along with her dark glasses. This didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, “Hey wait no astral projection this time?” “As I said this had to be in person,” She told him walking up to him noticing his slight nervous and confused look. “So…what can I help you with?” Peter really wasn’t sure what was going on, she could have just used her astral projection to talk to him but here he was alone with a woman nearly naked. He had to admit he had fantasized about her awhile back, back when she was wearing that black and white Spider-Woman outfit. It had hung to her body and had given him a few impressions on what was under it of course. He also remembered back when all the spider powered people were being hunted by Kraven’s psycho family and she made a comment about his joking was why they had never dated. That moment had always made him think that did she have those thoughts as well? He wouldn’t say no, hell lately women were throwing themselves at him and although it took some time he was enjoying it. Of course it was a bit exhausting to keep all these women happy but hell, with all their busy lives it wasn’t like he was seeing them all at the same time, that would kill him. Now before him stood Julia Carpenter and although her blue eyes were blind she was looking right at him with a look he had seen all too often lately. ‘Oh no way, really? Is this really happening?’ Peter thought to himself but put any more thoughts on hold just to be sure. The last thing he needed was to jump the gun and get a slap to the face because he read the situation wrong, well he would see where this was going. “You know as a psychic I see a lot of things right?” She told him walking up to him getting close enough to smell the pine scented soap he had been using. “Yeah see all and know all right?” He joked. “Yes and I’ve been seeing a lot lately,” She placed her bare hands on his chest rubbing them slowly. “Especially what you’ve been doing lately with, let’s see…your ex-girlfriend Mary Jane, Black Cat, She-Hulk, Silver Sable, Carol Danvers and let’s not forget Rogue.” Peter swallowed equally because he was in fact reading the signs correctly and also that she had seen those intimate events. “Ah…so, you’ve seen all of…that huh?” He felt a bit embarrassed like someone had found out he had done porn in college for the cash (which he hadn’t) and she was calling him out on it. “Yes, all of it, all the time lately in fact.” She felt the strong muscles under his frame as she inched closer to him. “I don’t know why but maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. You know you’ve been making my life very difficult lately.” “What, how?” Peter was a little defensive about that, hell if anything she made his life more difficult with her vague prophecies sometimes. He hadn’t done anything to her at least nothing that should make her life difficult. “You know how hard it is to try and be a sexually frustrated single mom, whose blind by the way and how hard it is to find dates let alone find time for any kind of love life?” She told him feeling like some of the frustration was his fault even if it wasn’t intentionally. “Then on top it off I keep seeing you making women, some that I know, moaning and screaming in pleasure that I haven’t known for some time now?” “Oh…uh, sorry about that but I can’t control what you see,” Peter scratched the back of his head. He felt bad for her now, he had dry spells before and suddenly seeing the kinds of things he had been doing without any kind of release would have given him a massive case of blue balls. Not sure what the female equivalent would be but he did feel bad for her predicament. “So since you’re Mr. Powers and Responsibility, do you think you can take the responsibility to help me with this problem?” Peter knew that he should get back to work but on the other hand he felt bad for her and hell she was one of the list of women if he was honest had been on his fantasy list back in the day. He looked at her seriously as he pulled her gently closer to him. “I’m willing to if you want.” “Good answer,” She breathed before capturing his lips with her own, pulling him against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  She hungrily kissed him as it felt like all the built up pressure in her body was suddenly released in a torrent of emotions. Peter returned it as best he could as he quickly learned just how much in need she was in. Finally they pulled away for a breath before he commented. “Damn Julia you really do need this, although I feel like I’m a little underdressed in comparison.” “No worries,” She undid her coat and slipped out of it letting if fall giving Peter a good view that she was nothing else on other than some sexy looking red underwear, her scarf and a pair of heeled boots that certainly gave him the impression of being a pair of ‘fuck me’ boots. She pulled off her scarf and wrapped it around the back of his neck pulling him in for another heated round of kissing. Now Peter’s hands could explore her body, her skin felt soft to the touch as he trailed her sides making her give slight moans of appreciation. He caressed her back as soon one hand found her firm butt giving it a gentle squeeze. He had thought that Sue Storm was a MILF but he certainly was going to place Julia in this category now. Soon Julia wasn’t one for just the kissing, she needed more but first she wanted to see feel herself what she had only seen in her mind before now. She kissed him to his collar bone as she slowly went down his chest, het hands rubbing his upper body as she slowly slid down. She knelt down as she licked his abs, they were a great six pack and she always liked that about guys, as she thought they looked sexy to her. She felt his hands running through her red hair as she soon found something poking from the cloth around his waist. She undid the towel letting it fall and freeing his manhood. Looking up close she had to admit he was a great size and he kept himself nicely clean down here. She gently stoked it a few times getting a feel for it before kissing the tip. “It’s nice seeing this in person for a change,” She told him before gently placing the tip in her mouth and started to slowly suckled on it, her tongue rolling around the sensitive head. “Oh god Julia,” Peter watched as she slowly almost painfully took him deeper in her mouth. She only would go in a little before going back to the head to tease before taking him slightly deeper in long slower slides. If he didn’t know any better he swore she was somehow giving him a taste of her own frustrations. Julia soon found that she couldn’t get the entire length down, not without gagging as she hadn’t had many men this long. With a wet pop she took the cock out of her mouth looking up at him with heated eyes as she wanted more, her body burned with need. She got up and with the scarf around his necked pulled him to the bed. She crawled onto it giving Peter a good look at her ass as the thong she was wearing just for this moment was supposed to do. She turned onto her back as she cocked a finger to him with a smile. Peter smiled back as she crawled on top of her and passionately kissed her hard, pressing his body weight down onto her as the two starting kissing each other, their hands roaming over their bodies exploring each other. Peter wasn’t surprised by how well in shape she was in, after all it wasn’t all that long ago she was wore a costume and had been on teams like the Avengers. Although he did admit for someone that was a mother she had a great body still. One of his hands cupped one of her breasts still under her bra, from what he could tell they were still nice to the touch and he couldn’t wait to see what they looked like. For Julia she ran her hands over his body, knowing full well the kind of things he had been through. She felt all the strength in the muscles under his skin. She knew all the injuries he had suffered through with her fingers gliding over the skin. She could almost mentally feel it all through her mind’s eye, she felt the heat of his clean skin against her own, she loved the weight of him pressing down onto her but not crushing her. She gasped when his fingers found the front of her panties as he gently started to rub her through the material. She decided on giving him some of the same treatment as she reached down to touch his member. It was already hard in her hand as she softly stroked him. He gave a half growl into her neck making her shudder slightly, she liked that sound nearly animalistic nature of it. “Take them off,” She told him after some more teasing as the front of her panties were already getting wet. Peter pulled back as he was on his knees grabbing hold of the sides of the garment slowly pulling it down her shapely legs. Throwing the garment aside he could see she had shaved herself, and it looked pretty fresh. He ran his hand along the smooth skin as she shifted wanting more. Peter started to go for his small dresser next to the bed where he kept the condoms before she grabbed his wrist. “Don’t worry about it.” “You sure,” he stopped himself before he saw the look she was giving him. “Right, psychic.” “Now please placed that inside of me, I really need it.” Julia told him as she thought about all the women he had been with lately. Some might have been younger or have better parts like a better ass or bigger tits. But she was sure she could do something she bet those others couldn’t. She took hold of her knees as she stretched out her legs and pulled back. Peter was surprised by how flexible she was at first, she had pulled her legs back all the way. He had never been with a woman as flexible as he was. Then again she was one of the spider themed heroes with the agility to match. He guided himself to her opening as he pushed himself inside, Julia sighed in contentment feeling a man inside of her for the first time in months. He found that although she wasn’t as tight as some women she wasn’t exactly loose either, after having a kid he wasn’t sure what to expect but she did feel good around him as he filled her to the brim. With her legs bent back he could reach all the way, he leaned over as he started thrusting into her warm body. Peter leaned over her supporting himself above her as used his whole body to thrust over and over into her. Julia moaned as he fucked her, she could hold her legs like this for an hour if she had to. She moaned with every thrust into her body, the whole bed was starting to shake with their movements. “Oh god yes, this is what I’ve needed,” Julia moaned finally getting the feel of a man inside of her again. “You like that huh?” Peter told her as he grabbed her hips as he pulled her towards him with every thrust. “Yes! I do like it, oh god Peter you have no idea how much I’ve needed this!” Peter had to admit she looked so sexy there on her back holding her legs wide like a gymnast as he watched her breasts sway around with every movement. “I want to feel more,” she moaned, “Fuck me harder Peter I can take it.” “Alright,” He pulled her onto his crotch with more of his strength knowing she had similar powers as his as her back arched throwing her head back in a cry of passion. “How’s that? How’s that feel?” “It feels great don’t stop!” Peter kept up the work with his physic he could keep this up for some time. Lately it had seemed his stamina in bed had been better or maybe it was just he had never noticed it before. Whatever the reason he was enjoying his time now. Plus it was like living out a fantasy being able to fuck so many beautiful women. He knew it couldn’t last but lately he was going to enjoy however long it did last. “Faster, I’m almost there,” Julia gasped. Peter increased the pace of his thrusts the wet sounds from his dick slamming into her wet pussy increased in tone. He jack hammered into her as he finally let go of her waist to lean over her pounding her pussy as quickly and as powerfully as he could safely. She moaned out as her head rolled around losing herself in her passion. Peter took one hand with his thumb he attacked her clit rubbing it quickly. “Oh god yesssss!” Julia came like a rocket then as she hadn’t been expecting him to do that as it pushed her over the edge. “Cum Peter, I know you want to!” He grunted a few times as he pulled her against him and let out a groan as he filled her body with his cum. His dick pulsed as he felt himself empty into her waiting body. Slowly he pulled out of her as he got on the bed next to her. She rolled against him resting her head on his shoulder. Resting for a bit as they caught their breaths they were enjoying the feeling of their naked flesh against each other. Peter pushed up a little to capture her lips as she eagerly kissed him back. Soon they sat untangled each other as both were eager for another round. She reached behind her and undid her bra throwing it away. Peter got a good look at her topless form, with pale nipples as she sat on his waist kissing him deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held onto her hips as she ground her sex into his, using it to work him back up to a nice hard length against. Peter shifted their kissing as he kissed down her slender neck he got to her collar bone before he shifted his hands to her ass and lifted her up. She was surprised by this for a moment forgetting just how strong he was that he could lift cars over his head, then again had similar strength herself. Then she jolted as though a lightning bolt went down her spine as his lips captured one of her nipples. She cried out quickly pulling his face to her tit, wanting more of it. She felt his tongue run around the nub, gently biting on it and then liking it while in his mouth. He was surprised by how energetic she suddenly became and when he gave the nipple a good long suck she seemed to almost spasm as he suddenly felt her fluids dripping down onto him. He pulled away looking at her panting face, “Did…you just cum?” “A…a little,” Julia panted out and she guessed it was time to admit to it. “Actually I’m really sensitive on my nipples, always have been.” “Oh really?” Peter hadn’t met a woman this sensitive in that area. Then again all women had different areas that where sensitive. Mary Jane had this little spot on her spine, Carol had a spot on her collar bone, Rogue loved her ears being nibbled on and so on. “That must have been awkward with your daughter and breastfeeding.” She gave him a leveled look, “Do you really want to get into that or would you rather just keep fucking me?” “Ah, good point.” He said and took her other nipple as he sucked hard on it making her gasp and then cry out in pleasure. Truth was she really rather fuck than talk about it, she had tried breastfeeding Rachel when she was born but to her eternal embarrassment it had felt too good. It had been a worry for her since she had found out she had been pregnant. In the end she had gotten a breast pump and bottled the milk herself, it still left her with at least one orgasm sometimes but at least she felt less weird about it. She also never once talked about it to anyone and she wasn’t going to start now.  She cried out as Peter gave the nipple a particularly hard suck making her spine shiver. He switched to the other one taking the hard nub into his mouth sucking on it. She cried out as her whole body felt electrified. Every time he sucked on her nipples she felt like orgasming right there. The feel of his body against her skin, his cock in her hand, the way he treated her nipples and the feel of his warm cum inside of her body. It was like she had been dying of thirst and now she was swimming in water. Peter felt himself rock hard listening to her moan and thrash around, her soft hand on his dick had worked it’s magic as he wanted to go back inside of her. He pulled away as he sat down in front of her holding her legs gently. “Want to try something?” Peter asked her. “Just as long as you put that back inside of me,” Julia told him. Peter had wanted to try this before, he had done it a few times with MJ but since Julia was very flexible this should be no problem. He closed her legs together and pulled them up so while she was on her back her legs were sticking straight up. Peter used his free hand to help him find her pussy as he pushed in. “Oh god you feel even better now,” she moaned. It was a trick he had learned to help make a woman feel tighter as he fucked her, letting her legs rest on his shoulder. He grabbed her legs as he started to fuck her like this his hips thrusting in her over and over. He watched her moan out in pleasure as her hands grabbed her tits, playing roughly with them, pulling on her nipples as he buried himself into her. She was still very wet from her own juices and his own cum that he had deposited earlier. Now though it was like her pussy was squeezing him as he rocked them as the bed rocked with them. He was glad that the headboard wasn’t against the wall or else the wall would have been taking some damage by this point. “Oh yes, fuck me Peter, don’t stop fucking me.” She clawed at the bed feeling her next orgasm coming. “Damn it Julia I’ve wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you in that sexy suit of yours.” Peter told her. “I still have that old suit,” she gasped remembering how she had her old costumes still in a closet somewhere. She was certain she could fit into her old Spider-Woman costume again. “Maybe someday I’ll put it on again.” “I’d like that,” Peter increased his thrusting making her cry out even more so. He used to have a fantasy about her in that suit when they first met, then again he had gone into a relationship at the time and had forgotten about it. Not here he was fucking the beautiful red head and more sexy women at that. Peter had already let out a shot earlier but he could start to feel himself getting ready again after a few minutes. He had total control of her he listened to her sounds of ecstasy as he grunted with the effort. Eventually he couldn’t take it any longer as he felt himself ready to release the next load into her. “Julia I’m going to cum soon.” He told her wondering how close she was. “Do it, cum inside of me again Peter. I want to feel it,” Julia told him feeling her impending orgasm. “Oh god…here…here I cum Julia!” Peter cried out thrusting into her one last time and holding himself as he felt his cum shooting into her body and soon felt her tighten up as she arched her back her fists holding the sheets as she came with him. Peter stayed in that position for a moment as he finished feeling the pleasure course through him from his release. Eventually Peter let go of her legs as he dropped himself gently on top of her his head resting next to hers as their bodies covered in sweat both breathing heavily against each other. Peter turned his head as he managed to push himself up a bit and kissed her hard. She eagerly kissed him back running her hands through his short brown hair. “Should I take the boots off now?” Julia asked between kissing. “Naw leave them on, you look sexier with them on,” He grinned down at her as he kissed her again. “I should have done this a long time ago,” she smiled as she rolled them so she was on top. She adjusted herself as she started to rub her sensitive pussy against his semi-hard cock. “How about we make up for lost time of what could have been?” Peter grinned running his hands up her body, “All in one day or should we spread it out?” She shivered at his touch and of all the things she could do. She did have all day to spend with him before Rachel got home from school so she was going to enjoy it. She had weeks worth of sexual frustration to get out of her system. -Carpenter Home- Julia snapped out of her vision of the future, she had just been thinking about going to Peter and telling him that something strange was going on when her latest vision came to her and this time she had been Peter’s newest co-star of it. She found her mouth had gone dry as she still felt the tingles almost like she had just experienced it all first hand. That vision had been so vivid to her that she could feel her body’s response to it. ‘Damn it really, this had to happen?’ she mentally cursed herself. It wasn’t like she didn’t dislike Peter, hell at times she found his strength to endure everything kind of uplifting. She had never gotten into a relationship with Spider-Man in the past because she hadn’t thought there might have been much to it, plus all the time people asked her if she was his girlfriend or related to him for the first few years of her as Spider-Woman. It didn’t help when he started wearing a black and white costume as well that matched her own. But she had a good working relationship with him, she saw trouble, she told him, he dealt with it. It was a good system and she didn’t want to mess it up. But apparently when she went over there she would become next in line for his sex life. Not that she really cared, she wasn’t really looking for a full time relationship at the moment anyway but damn it, she had needs too. Seeing all these women in the throes of passion hadn’t been helping her with that either, in fact if she wanted to be honest, she had been a bit jealous. Hell some of them she knew personally like Jen and now here she was one of the most powerful psychics in the world horny and she knew that if she went over to his place she would for a fact get enough pleasure to curl her toes. She bit her lip, her daughter was already at school and she knew Peter would be home, there was enough time to get laid, shower and come back before school ended. The fact that she was considering this might have normally put her on guard but damn it, it had been months.  She really needed this and her vision hadn’t shown her anything negative about it. Hell she was fine if he fucked other women as long as she got her needs tended to. “I can’t believe I’m considering this,” Julia said to herself looking through her underwear drawer knowing the type of garments she had on in the vision. She knew she could technically just not go, her visions weren’t absolute but they did show her what was most likely to happen. She had foreseen that she would go over there and that they would have sex, great sex in fact. There was another thought nagging at her, why was she seeing the things she had been seeing lately? Was the Web of Life trying to tell her something, was it sending her these visions to help prepare her to accepting her fate of being one of Spider-Man’s lovers? She got dressed as she thought about it, if this was meant to happen then it was meant to happen. The way to Peter’s was easy to get to, although she had all the powers of Madam Web she still had all her spider related powers as her time as both Spider-Woman and Arachne. Dressed in her usual coat and sunglasses she made her way to his apartment, her body burning with desire the closer she got. She found the window he liked to use because it looked into an alley so no one on the street would notice people going in and out from the fire escape. The room looked just as it had in her vision as she moved to her spot, she had lived this moment in her mind and now here she was repeating everything like a script. She watched Peter come out of the shower with a towel on as she took a moment to appreciate his naked form. She grew hungry in anticipation knowing what was to come she found. “Jeez! Give a guy a heart attack why don’t you?” He said jumping in surprised again, well actually for the first time for him. “Sorry but I had something I needed to talk to you about in person,” She replied knowing she was supposed to say that, removing her gloves knowing she was supposed to leave them on the dresser with her glasses. Knowing full well what was going to happen as she played her part in this scene. Next up Chapter 9: The Agent Well you all asked for it so here comes the Spider-Woman (Jessica Drew) one coming up. I think after this I’ll have Spider-Girl (Anya) and then start mixing things up a bit.  

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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

AN: X23 (Now named Laura Logan had joined up a few years ago and is 16/17) and so did Dani Moonstar who is now 18 as well as Alex Summers Chapter 3 CLASS IS IN SESSION Everyone came into the classroom wondering what was going on that day as they took their seats, there was talking all around and everyone was wondering what class they would have this time. Some had been good others had been boring as hell. So the rumours were flying on what was going to be taught today. Most had another lesson in how to use mutant powers properly or something like that. As everyone took their seats they saw Jean and Scott, but where surprised to see Rogue and a few boxes and a bed already in the room. “Hey Kurt you know what’s going on?” Kitty whispered over to him, she figured maybe since her sister was involved he might know even though she and Rogue were best friends but she might had told Kurt. “Nein I have no idea,” He said to her confused on what this was all about, normally he and Kitty and also Rogue being the oldest didn’t have these classes but Xavier had said this was one of those classes everyone should have at least once. Scott cleared his throat and soon everyone was quiet, “Thanks, okay me and Jean got stuck teaching a new class and we also got Rogue here to help us out. But we’re going to do this our way and we want all of you to know everything there is to know.” “What class is this then?” Bobby asked. Jean replied to his questions, “Sex Ed,” Then there was a lot of hooting and hollering and Jean told them to settle down. “Now I want all questions you have and so we can answer them okay?” “What’s the bed for? You going to give examples to the class?” Ray joked. “Yes we are,” Jean said seriously and there was a dead silence to the room as they were all in shock. Did prim and proper Jean Grey just made a joke or was she dead serious? Either answer was enough to shock everyone silent. “We are going to show you later the proper techniques so you know how to have sex with your partner and so you can please both of you as well as other things like safe sex.” “B-b-but you can’t just…like SHOW us I mean…” Kitty stammered trying to form a decent sentence but couldn’t. Maybe they were going to show a video she figured but then why the bed? “Actually…we can.” Jean then used her powers to give everyone a burst of pleasure as the reactions varied from gasps to groans, then she used them to make them a bit more acceptable to all this by increasing their sex drive a little as well as increasing the hormones in their brains. She pretty much put them into an aroused state slightly like she had first tried with Rogue. She knew it was a bit questionable use of her powers but she wasn’t doing any real harm. Besides this would make things a lot easier if they were more accepting. If they didn’t like it, they were free to leave. “Now we’re all going to show you a few things and then we’ll asks for a pair of volunteers,” With that Jean, Scott and Rogue started to slip out of their clothing, everyone there was struck silent seeing the three oldest members strip down. The girls were a bit surprised as seeing how well endowed Scott was and the few that had crushes on him from time to time saw just how lucky Jean was. Plus all the years of the Danger Room had given him a slim but very fit body. They couldn’t help but look over his hard muscles, abs and everything else they could get their eyes one. The boy’s couldn’t help at marvel at Jean and Rogue’s body (with the exception of Kurt who tried not to look at his adopted sister so focused on Jean). Jean and Rogue had similar builds, although Jean had longer legs and slightly larger breasts but Rogue had the better ass and was a bit more fit than Jean. They also noticed how both girls were shaved bald like Scott was around their sex. The  boys couldn’t help but stair at their bodies that many had fantasized about at least once. More so Rogue since most of the time she couldn’t touch she had been this forbidden fruit as it were. “Okay the girls are going to hand some stuff out,” Scott spoke up as everyone was feeling like this was some kind of freaky surreal dream not an actual class, Jean and Rogue went through the rows with boxes and placed items on the desks. They were tissues, condoms, various birth control and paper and pencils as well as images of male and female bodies. “Now who here has had sex and be honest.” He saw only Kurt and Tabitha raise their hands and he looked at Tabitha. “What?” She asked, “Look I had a one time thing with Pietro while I was at the Brotherhood.” “Ewww, Pietro?” Amara said in disgust as she was distracted by that revelation. “Hey it wasn’t so bad, the boy may hammer away at you with no subtly and skill but he can fucking cum and then be ready in a few seconds and thanks to that metabolism he fucked me hard to hours. I lost count of how many times he came.” Although truth was he came more than she had but by the end of the night she had been satisfied so it had worked out. “Well Tabby in this class we’re going to teach you all the finer points. Like how to please your partner and how to improve your sex life as well as communication and how to explore your sexuality,” Scott told her and the thing of it was that surprised many was just how serious this was. He went to the desk and pulled out a condom package. “Now this is a condom and you guys should always carry one, now who here does carry?” Kurt raised his hand, as did Bobby, “Okay Kurt I can see since he’s been going out with Amanda for some time now and I’m guessing she was your first?” Kurt nodded a bit embarrassed, “Nothing to be embarrassed about but what about you Bobby? Why are you carrying?” “Uh…well…” He looked over at Jubilee who he was dating he saw how she was looking questionably at him, “You see…Jubes and me…we’ve talked about sex but haven’t gone that far and…I just wanted to be ready for when she is.” Scott nodded his head, “That’s actually very responsible of you Drake.” Now the girls were finished and came to the front of the class, “Okay Scott and Rogue are going to show you the proper way to how to pleasure each other and I’ll explain a few things,” Jean told them. “Wait! You mean…but aren’t you and Scott in love?” Kurt asked shocked at this, he was trying very hard to get his mind around all of this. Although the erection he had and the feelings of lust boiling up in him was making it hard to keep thinking straight. Jean just smiled at him, “I do love him, Kurt you can love someone and still let them have sex with another  all it requires is the consent of both of us. I trust Scott and he trust me, and I trust Rogue, besides he’s already fucked Rogue and so have I.” That bombshell left the room once again shocked and several jaw dropping. They all couldn’t help but watch as they showed the ways to please each other, as Jean explained what they were doing. They saw Rogue give him a bit of a blowjob running her tongue over his member and taking it into her mouth and then Scott returned the favour as they saw how to eat a girl out. They then showed the few positions as well as techniques on how to manipulate their partner’s erotic zones. They were very into it as well, Rogue would moan out and Scott grunted when he got going. Jean explained it all and also the importance of taking notes, which they did. They all started to take a few notes especially on things they didn’t know.  Plus they were all getting turned on by the show and with Jean subtly making them horny. A few girls were actually touching themselves a bit, a couple of boys stroked themselves through their pants at the sight of Rogue being fucked. They even saw Scott fuck Rogue while on the bed at one point as they both came. Later Jean and Rogue showed them the finer points as she and Rogue then showed the class a few more things together in a lesbian show and when Scott was up to it again, Rogue then took her turn to explain while Jean and Scott then showed the difference between fucking like with Rogue and making love as they had a slow and very passionate time together. Jean then took a vibrator out and showed them a few things like how a woman likes certain movements and how to find the g-spot. She also had to work off her arousal from seeing Scott and Rogue but knew that he would make it up to her later or Rogue she had to admit she had been having some fun with her the past week. At the end of an hour the students knew more about sex then they had with the classes at high school. Rogue knew what was to come next so it was her turn to talk, “Okay for the last few things we’re all going to do a few exercises, now everyone…strip,” Everyone was a bit stunned at that until Jean said that they really should start and not wanting to have her use her powers on her they complied although they all were finding this a bit exciting although none admitted it. A few were very excited at what could be done and quickly took off their clothing as fast as they could. Everyone was taking slight looks at others, having always wondered what someone had looked like naked was now being answered. Soon everyone was naked in the class and a few of the more shy ones were trying to hide certain body parts but after a bit everyone got a bit more comfortable. “Okay we’re going to take two volunteers and they are going to show us what they learned.” Scott said a little sweat still on his body and looked around and picked out two that he knew had an attraction for each other. He had seen them and had heard the rumors himself so he figured that this was the perfect time for them, “Jamie, Rahne please step up here.” The two were nervous as they stepped forward and tried to hide certain parts, Jamie his erection from all of this and Rahne had her arms cross and both were blushing but yet some part of them were excited about this. They both have had crushes on the other and she had to admit. In the two years Jamie had matured and grown a bit, he was even taller than her now. For Jamie he had the biggest crush on Rahne for over a year now, she had grown her hair down to her shoulders and her breasts had grown out a bit too, she looked more like a young woman now than ever. “Okay you two let’s see what you’ve learn,” Jean said with a smile. Both teens looked at each other unsure how to start so Jamie decided to start off and slowly stepped forward and kissed each other, he was surprised that they tasted like strawberries and liked it. It was light kiss but then when he saw her blush and smiled at him and smiled back and slowly kissed her again longer and a little harder. Soon both of them let the world wash away and she took her arms from her chest and wrapped them around his back pull him close. She felt her breasts get compressed against his chest and his erection against her lower stomach and felt aroused by it. Soon she felt his tongue on her lips and open her mouth to let him in and moaned at they started to French kiss and slowly started to run their hands over each other’s bodies. Jamie ran his hands on her back and marvelled at how soft her skin was, she lowered her hands to his ass was and amazed at how good it felt, she gave a squeeze as he started to kiss her neck. As she moaned in pleasure and moved her neck to help him out, he then ran his hand to her front and gently took each breasts on the side making her gasp in surprised, “Yeah like that Jamie a bit more,” She said closing her eyes as he started to massage then causing her to breath a little harder. She had dreamed of him touching her, and although she never told anyone, she touched herself thinking of him. She didn’t care others were watching she just wanted him to continue touching her body. After a moment Rogue coughed and smiled seeing the blushes on their faces as they remembered just where they were, “Okay ah think it’s time to take this to the bed you two.” Both Rahne and Jamie shared a look both a little fear yet both had had dreams of this before and both had been wondering about what it would be really like. They both got on the low bed with Rahne laying down as Jamie was on top, she smiled as she ran her hands over his upper body. Jamie looked into her emerald eyes one of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen really and smiled into them. He kissed her on the mouth as one hand went to her breast feeling the soft flesh and then taking his finger and thumb like he had been shown by pinching and rolling her nipple trying to get it hard. “Ohhhhh,” She couldn’t help but moan out feeling her sex get warmer and wetter from his attention to her body. “Oh yes do it more, I like that.”   Jamie decided to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he started to suck on it. She gave a long moan as he did so. Her body felt so hot against him and the nipple was getting very hard in his mouth. He had dreamed of this for so long as he caressed her body and sucked and licked her nude form. “Are you ready for him Rahne?” Jean asked her. “Yes! Please yes,” She said to her, she needed someone or something inside of her now. She was very wet inside and was aching for him.  Jean handed Jamie a condom that he put on and positioned himself between her legs that she eagerly spread for him. They were both nervous about this first time and he remembered what Scott had told them about being gently the first time and slowly entered her. Both of them moaned out feeling each other in the most intimate of ways. He slowly pushed himself into her until he hit her hymen and stopped. They both readied themselves and Jamie trust forward breaking through it. She whimpered and he stopped for a moment until she nodded her head. To her it was a bit painful as he slid his way into her and when he was in her fully he kissed her lips and gently took on hand from beside her and started to move it on her breast, she knew that he was trying to please her and it was working as she grew used to his size the pleasure he was giving her was helping and soon she started to move her hips as a sign to tell him to start moving. Jamie started to pull out partly and then push back in gently then after some time they got a rhythm going, he placed his hands at her sides and he started to pump into her looking down in those eyes smiling down her beauty, if this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up, she wrapped her legs around his waist urging him one thrusting back into him, the pain was mostly gone now. She healed faster than most girls because of her powers, nothing like Logan or X23 but she did heal fast enough to make this more pleasurable. She moaned feeling his member in her sex, how it stretched around him, how he felt pushing in and out of her wet hole. She was felling pleasure she had never experienced before, she had had ideas but they didn’t compare to the real thing. Jamie grunted and groaned as he increased his pace feeling like he was so close. Jamie threw his head back and groaned as he came in her with a strong trust, he thrusts a few more times into her after but it was too soon for Rahne and she hadn’t cum when he did, she felt a bit cheated at that. Jean noticed this and asked her if she came and she shook her head. Jamie pulled out feeling bad about that, he had hoped to please her and Jean sensed this and told him that if he wanted to bring her to climax. “Yeah but…well…” He was a bit embarrassed that he was no longer hard and he wanted to please her. Rogue just smiled at him, “Well then you got to go down on her and eat her out then boy.” Jamie blinked and then lowered himself to Rahne’s sex and started with a like to it, he could taste her wetness and hear her moan a bit. He started just on the clit while fingering her since he knew she had been close to an orgasm when he shot off before her so when she started to beg for him to go faster he did and a bit harder. Rahne was panting as she was so close to a climax she was glad that Jamie wanted to please her and when he put in a third finger she cried out and thrusts her hips forward as hard and as fast as she could. “Oh god, oh god oh god, oh….GOD! JAMIE!” She cried out as her fist here clutched in his hair and she arched her back as she came with a scream. In fact she came so hard she squired her juices a bit on Jamie’s mouth and chin. He didn’t mind and both young teenagers were tired from their first time. “Okay now everyone I want you all to pair up and girls you’ll give each guy a blow job, spit or swallow your choice but after the boys will eat you out to return the favour.” Scott said with a smirk as Rogue and Jean laid down mats for them all. Everyone was still unsure but with everything that had gone on everyone was fucking horny as hell. Everyone was partnered up with either someone they were seeing or wanted to, or just at random. Bobby couldn’t believe it looking down at Jubilee who actually licked her lips and reached out to touch his dick. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this but technically this wasn’t sex but this was just as intimate. She felt the smoothness of his member and how hard it was and for a moment wondered what it would feel inside of her but then decided to try that later, she opened the mouth and slipped it in and heard him take in a sharp breath and she grinned. She thought this was a submissive post but as she moved her tongue she found out that she had all the power here. Sam however even though he was brought up proper was now looking down and feeling like he was in heaven as Tabitha looked up into his eyes and smiled up at him as she bobbed her head up and down on him taking him to new heights. Sam looked over to see Dani going down on Ray he always knew Ray had this Pocahontas fantasy and it seemed he was getting some of it, in fact from his view he saw a slight trail of liquid falling from her leg and it looked like she was masturbating as well. Laura was sensing so many hormones that it was driving her crazy with lust she couldn’t control herself and when the opportunity came to do something about it she went to the closest boy, Roberto and instantly took him in her mouth. He was a bit too scared of her to say otherwise both being now Logan’s adopted daughter but because he knew she could kill him five times before he hit the ground, but damn she was doing well. He even felt her relax her throat somehow and was actually deep throating him. Kitty was knelling in front of Kurt, she wasn’t sure about this one part of her wanted to but he was her best friend. Kurt was worried that this might ruin things with him and Amanda who was still at her dorm room at college, but he had a crush on Kitty when he first saw her, that later changed to friendship but he needed to feel some release after all of this and he had fantasies about this before. There was a moment of hesitation before she reached down and liked the tip of his head; she had never even seen a real cock before since while dating Lance they had never gotten that far. But she was surprised to see them all here and that Kurt’s was blue like him only without fur. By now all the girls were giving head, Amara was taking on Alex who even though seeing his brother get it on was a bit off putting all these naked girls was like a deal and Amara really knew how to work her tongue. Even Rahne had taken Jamie’s limp dick in her mouth trying to get it hard again as he moaned and ran his hands through her hair. Jean, Scott and Rogue went by giving pointers and tell them things they needed to know. After awhile all the men were nearly their end. Kurt was muttering in German as Kitty was starting to work on her, “Oh Kitty, I’m, I’m-ahhh!” He threw his head back as he shot in her mouth; she tried to take it but wasn’t prepared and coughed it up into her hand. “Sorry,” she said taking a few tissues and cleaning herself up. Tabitha had also were using her breasts on Sam’s dick to get him off and took it all down her throat, for Jubilee she was also jerking off Bobby while giving him head and he warned her he was coming but she stayed and took it. For Amara she felt Alex’s dick throbbing knowing he was coming but at the last minute was sure if she could swallow it or take it and pulled out but Alex still came and his semen shot all over her face. After that and after everyone had cleaned up it was now the boys turn to please the women, they laid down on the mats as the boys were taught how to give them all oral sex, except for Jamie and Rahne who were cuddling next to each other as they just watched in fascination. There were moans and gasps and even screams of pleasure as the boys learned about how to manipulate the clitoris, about how to move their tongue and other tricks. Kitty was in ecstasy writhing on the floor as Kurt used his thick fingers, and ran his fang gently on her clit adding to her arousal to her surprise. He was also using his tail to please the rest of her body, she had no idea that Kurt could be like this, Jubilee was screaming out as Bobby used his ice powers on her pussy with light frost and then having it melt and he would lick it up. He made her climax three times before the end leaving his girlfriend both sweaty, tired but VERY satisfied. At the end everyone was sated and the room was heavy with the smells of sex, that’s when the teachers pulled out one last surprised, they had a box of camcorders. “Okay so now here’s the class project. We’re going to grade you all on how much you’ve learned and with experimentation on your own so in order to do that every sex session you have until the end of the week will be reordered so we can judge how well you’re doing.” “You’ll be graded on partners, originality, performance and you will also be graded at the end by your partners. I want all of you to write down and give your partner a proper grade.” Jean finished and everyone was actually looking forward to that. NEXT UP CHAPTER 4: KURT AND HIS LADIES  

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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: KURT AND HIS LADIES Kurt was in his room thinking about a lot. Mainly how much trouble he was in with Amanda now. He let another girl suck him off and then he went down on her! She was going to kill him! He thought about lying but he couldn’t, not to the first girl that looked past his appearance and who he had given his virginity too when they graduated from high school. He loved her he was sure but then what he had done with Kitty was great. Sex with Amanda was good but they only made love and never really ventured to other areas, hell he never knew how boring their sex life was until now. And what he had felt during class…it felt like he was open to a new world of experiences. He had to tell her and that was that. He just hoped she would listen to him although she wouldn’t blame her for hating him. Amanda in the mean time was in her room in the dorm at the school in New York. Her roommate was gone but she wasn’t going home to her parents. They still had a problem with Kurt so until they accepted him she would give them the silent treatment. There was the unmistakable sound and smell of Kurt’s entry and she turned to see him in her room. “Kurt!” She hugged him and then noticed the look on his face. “Kurt what is it?” “Liebe…I got something I should tell you…” After a few minutes there was silence in the building until a very loud sound rang through it that sounded like “YOU WHAT!?” “I know, I know, I don’ know vhat came over me or zhe others.” “Kurt…how could you? I thought we had something?” Amanda was feeling so hurt at this moment. She thought they had a great relationship and that they had a good love life too. “Kurt don’t I pleasure you enough? I thought we were okay?” Kurt scratched the back of his head, “Vell…it is okay but zhat’s the problem. I zhink it could be better…” “How could it be better?” She demanded of him hands on her hips. Now she was getting angry at him. “Vell ve never talk about zhings ve vant to do and we’re so…safe…I mean ve never really done anything new since ve started.” “You think this sex class can teach you to make our sex life better?” She demanded. “Yes I zhink it can.” She turned away from him, feeling like he just said the equivalent that she was bad in bed. And from him that really hurt. Kurt saw this and decided to show her that they could make it better. He grabbed her and spun her around kissing her hard and passionately. Amanda didn’t know what was happening expect that he was kissing her like never before. She felt his tongue sliding alone her lip and opened her mouth. She felt his hands roaming her body and was surprised when he grabbed her ass. He never did that but…it felt nice. She was getting hot at the actions he was taking and she had to break the kiss and gasp for air. Then he started kissing her neck and felt his tail running along her leg as one hand went to fondle a breast. “Kurt…what….” She tried to mutter out feeling the passion coming off of him. “I vant to show you vhat I learned and zhat ve only just started exploring our sex life.” She was pissed at him but this new Kurt wasn’t like the one she normally made love with. Normally they were so gentle with each other but he was being very forceful. She never felt or saw him like this before. He would grab and grope her body in ways he never had before. And she found her body was responding to him. At first she was hesitant but there was the nagging question. Was their sex life boring?    Later they were eventually completely naked on their knees on her bed kissing as his hands started to caressed her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and felt her wetness. He pulled from the kiss both of them panting, “I vant you so bad now Amanda.” “Take me then.” She panted out interested to see what else he had learned. He pushed her on the bed and then to her surprised his face went to her pussy and she felt his hot breath and gasped and slightly jumped from the experience of his tongue caressing her folds. He had never done this before and he was surprisingly good at it, then she remembered why. She remembered her sex ed course in high school but they never covered how to eat a girl out but damn it, he was doing it so well that a part of her wished they had. Despite herself she found herself breathing harder and moaning slightly. Kurt was starting to drive her wild and she wondered why they had never done this before. Her hips bucked as he tongue drove her wild. “Oh yes Kurt, please, more, more.” She lost track of time as for how long he had been doing this to her. “Yes Liebe, I’m going to make you cum. You going to cum for me?” “YES!” She shouted out to him in both answer and from her passions as she came surprising hard. She laid on her back panting as Kurt got up onto his knees and she could see his impressive hard on. She had been a bit surprised that it had been blue but she had liked the size. It was above average but his thickness was what she really liked. He stretched her out to the limits it seemed and he loved it. Then he did something new and turned her over. Her first thought was that he was going to take her anally and she wasn’t ready for that and was ready to panic a bit but then he grabbed her hips and she found herself on all fours. Kurt placed his cock at her slit rubbing it against it feeling her juices starting to cover it. Amanda moans feeling him tease her, he never did that but she found herself wanting his cock in her even more. Then Kurt suddenly plunged himself into her and since he had never done that before she was surprised and gasped at the sudden sensation. He started thrusting in and out of her at a very intense pace. She heard him grunting with the effort and he sounded like an animal, as was how he was doing her. Not the gentle love making before, he was actually fucking her. But she loved it, she loved how wild he was being. She grunted and groaned herself as she slammed back into him. Her fists started to curl up and grabbed hold of the bed sheets. Kurt looked down at her seeing her start to sweat, her dark skin took on a slight glistening to it. He saw her ass banging against his groin and her large rear giggling slightly. He loved her ass, unlike most Americans he liked that on a woman. He was holding her hips and an idea came to him. This was something he had wanted to do deep down for so long. He took one hand and raised it and slapped it against her ass. She yelped out in surprise more then pain. “Kurt!” She yelled at him. “Vhat? You didn’t like it?” “Uh…well…” She tried to think but it was hard to with them slamming into each other like this. He gave her another smack and she jumped again and he kept on doing it. She was surprised at how it only stung for a second since he wasn’t too hard but the strange thing was…she was getting turned on by it. So she thought of trying something out. “Kurt…hard…harder…ohhhhh.” She was having trouble with saying anything now that she was moaning out and on the verge of screaming. She never screamed before during sex and then Kurt started humping her more fiercely and slapped her ass a bit harder and she screamed out throwing her head back. Kurt didn’t know what was coming over him, he was fucking her like a crazed animal but she seemed to be into it. He never knew he had this side to him. He was getting close to cumming and he needed to bring her over the edge. So he moved his tail around her and then used the tip to stimulate her clit.   It was then that he thought of something else he learned. “You like zhis? You like my cock in your pussy?”   She was surprised that he was talking dirty to her. After all, he never did that but there was just something about him with his accent that made it sound sexy to her. “Yes I like it!”   “Tell me you vant it,” He grunted.   “I want it, fuck my black pussy with your blue cock!” She yelled out feeling both dirty and excited at the same time talking like this to him. She shrieked in pleasure as the sensation, she grabbed on to her jiggling breast hard and pinching her nipple on it. She was so close now she felt like she wanted to explode. “Oh god Kurt! Give it to me! Cum in me baby!” She had been on the pill for some time and she knew it wasn’t her cycle yet, besides feeling his dick in her filling her up to the brim and the wet sound of their sex she wanted to feel his cum in her. “Here…I…CUM! AHH!” Kurt grabbed her hips and with a few very solid blows blew his load into her feeling her contract against his dick milking him as moaned out into her pillow as she bent down smoothing her face in it. After a moment Kurt pulled himself out seeing how she had coated him and his legs and hers in her juices. She had never came that hard before and he could see some of his semen leaking out of her as well. They both just laid on their backs panting and looking up at the ceiling. She had to admit that was incredible maybe that there was something to this after all. “Okay…so maybe our sex life could be a bit more interesting…” Kurt smiled and placed one of his hands on her stomach slowly making circles with a finger, he knew she loved that. “Tell me…vhat are you fantasies?” She blushed at that, “I don’t want to say…you’ll think I’m weird or get angry…” “No go on, they said in class zhat ve should discuss zhings like zhis.” “Well…” She bit her lower lip, “I’ve always…wanted you to fuck me with your dick and…you’re tail at the same time…and then…I always wanted to be in a threesome…with two guys…” Kurt was surprised at this but smiled, “Vell to be fair I’ve had dreams vith you me and Kitty together so ve’re even zhere.” Then an idea came to him. “Why don’t ve try it?” “WHAT?” “I mean it, you come to ze mansion for ze week and ve can live out our fantasies.” She looked at him not believing this and yet…she was also slightly excited at the idea. “Where would I sleep?” He grinned at her and she smiled knowing the answer to that and she looked forward to it. “Are you sure you don’t mind I mean…sharing?” “Not if you don’t but do you mind if ve…tape zhese for my project?” He asked a little embarrassed. She thought about that but the idea had an erotic quality to it and it’s not like the world would see it. She agreed if she got to keep a copy. -LATER THAT DAY- Kitty was in a bit of a daze the events of their class kept running in her mind. While dating Lance she had never been comfortable with going all the way with him and he always took things or tried to take them further then she had been ready. That was the final nail in their relationship about a year ago. Then off of a sudden one day she’s in a class and she watches her best friend helping Jean and Scott teach about sex, seeing some of it and then the next thing she knows she on her knees with Kurt’s penis in her mouth sucking on it. She couldn’t get that image out of her mind. Kurt was like one of her closest friends and he was dating Amanda too. But she had, she remembered the feeling of it in her mouth her lips on the hear flesh and feeling it throb and then the taste of his cum in her mouth as she swallowed. She never thought she would do that. But it didn’t end there, she lay on her back and Kurt ate her out. The worst part was she had enjoyed it, hell it had been incredible. She was brought back to reality to see that she was leaning against a wall her hand gently touching her groin and she felt the wetness starting to show up and she immediately went to her room phasing through the door. She saw the camera there that she was supposed to use for their class project but she wondered if she would use this. She never even thought of doing the things she had thought of doing before that day, but what was really surprising was how much she had liked it. Everyone had taken not only a camera but a box of condoms. She saw the box by her bead and sat down wondering if she could go through with this. Sure she could use the extra credit…but was she ready to just fuck anybody she wanted to…not matter how good Kurt had been. “Damn it stop thinking that!” She yelled at herself but she couldn’t help it. She kept thinking back to that and then also she wondered if she could fuck Scott too. He had a great body and was hung well too. “Of god.” She moaned. There was a sound then and the smell of brimstone. She looked up and it was Kurt, she was both happy and confused about seeing him again, they hadn’t talked since the class. “Kurt where were you.” “I vas vith…Amanda…I had to tell her,” Kitty paled at the thought of ruining Kurt’s relationship with her and felt so low. “It’s okay ve vorked something out, in fact she’s going to stay here for zhe veek.” Kitty’s eyes widened at this, “You mean while…while all this is going on?” He laughed at her reaction, “Ja, and ve are going to try and make our sex life a bit more exciting. I mean ve already started and vell…ve’re going to live out our fanatises here.” “And what kind of…fantasies?” Kitty asked him still trying NOT to look at his crotch but she couldn’t help it. Kurt noticed her eye flicker down and he had to admit he smirked a bit. He was thinking it might not be so hard to convince her to try out his fantasy with Amanda. He looked at her remembered her smooth skin and the sight of her small yet perky breasts. Sure she wasn’t as large as Amanda’s but he wasn’t into that really. She did have this nicely compact body that he had once dreamed about, okay so maybe he still did from time to time but he mostly dreamt of Amanda. Kitty and her were like total opposites maybe that was the appeal to that dream with the two of them. Kitty noticed Kurt looking at her and blushed. “Actually,” He said walking up to her wondering how many times he had dreamt of this, “Zhis is vone of zhem.” He kissed her and she was surprised by it. It was strange feeling his soft fur on his face against hers but it felt nice. “Kurt…we can’t I mean….Amanda,” She tried to think about her and now how nice that was when they broke the kiss but not still against each other. “It’s alright, besides we got a project to do remember?” He looked at the camera and her mind was still not too sure about this but then Kurt had to go and kiss her again and when she felt his hands traveling along her body her mind just shut down enjoying the feeling. She ran her hands on his back, this felt great and with Amanda okay with this then there was nothing wrong with it right? If Jean and Scott were comfortable with being so open in their relationship then she didn’t see why Amanda and Kurt couldn’t be either. They started to make out heavily now and soon Kitty undid her top letting it fall to the floor as Kurt cupped her breasts while kissing her neck. Her skin was different then Amanda’s she tasted like cinnamon but she tastes like strawberries. She phased off his shirt with her powers and ran her hands over his chest. It was very athletic and she could feel his strong abs. Kurt was trying to get her bra off, it was always difficult for him because of his two large fingers but thanks to all the practice that Amanda helped him with earlier he had a system and with this tail helped his hands to take off the tiny pink bra. She looked down at her naked chest and saw her two light pink nipples. It was a major difference then with Amanda dark ones. Kitty blushed as he looked at them, she was glad that he seemed to like what he saw and when he bent down and took a nipple into her mouth she moaned feeling his hot tongue work at it. Kurt moved his hands to her lender hips and undid her pants as he used his tail to run alone her spine. Amanda liked this and from Kitty’s breathing she seemed to like it too. He managed to slide her pants down and saw that her tiny pink panties already had a little wet spot on them. He touched her crotch with his hand rubbing it and his mouth trailed kisses to her other breast. Kitty moaned feeling his hand on her pussy and feeling the heat between the legs rising. They had to stop after a minute to set up the camera and she watched from her bed as Kurt set it up and took his pants off. She smiled at the hearts on the white boxers. Her heart was racing as he walked over and climbed on top of her kissing her and his hands caressing her body. She ran her hands though his soft velvet fur as he trailed kissed to her neck. She felt something rub against the front of her panties and then slip in. ‘Oh god it’s his tail!’ She realized as it slipped inside of her. She felt it enter her and it felt so good. “Oh Kurt.” She moaned out wiggling her hips. Kurt groaned, his tail had always been sensitive and he wondered why he never thought of doing this before. Kitty was so warm, wet and tight about his tail, but he noticed that she had no hymen. “Kitty…I zhought you said you vere a virgin?” “Huh? Oh…I broke that in a Danger Room exer-CISE!” She cried out the last part as he hit something sensitive in her. “It happened last-YEAR! OH GOD THAT’S IT!” Kitty felt like she was close to cumming right there. But then he took his tail out of her and she moaned in disappointment. “Kurt.” She whined. “Not yet Kitty. I need to cum too.” His raging hard on demanded to be sated and he wanted to push himself as deep as he could go into his first crush. She realized that as he took her panties off and she was now fully naked before him. He looked down to see her clean shaven pussy all wet now leaking slightly with her juices. Kitty however really wanted something inside of her now she was all worked up and needed released so she grabbed his boxers and phased them off him. She looked at his dick and wondered and hoped it would fit. “Kitty are you on the pill? Cause if you’re not ve may need zhe condoms.” He looked over at the side of the bed. “Oh! Right.” She quickly went to get one and also planned on getting some birth control of some kind. She opened the package and smirked as she saw it was a blue one. She looked at Kurt and had an idea. “Kurt…you mind if I put it on?” “No of course not,” Kurt smiled down seeing her slip it on, he shuddered as he felt her slender fingers on his dick. Kitty laid back down on her back ready for this, she honestly never thought that Kurt would be her first but he was a nice boy, hell he was one the nicest people she knew and at that moment she couldn’t think of anyone else she would rather be within this moment. Kurt smiled down at her. He kissed he thigh and worked his way to her vagina kissing her clit lightly and then to her stomach and her navel. She spread her legs wide for him and he positioned himself and she felt his dick rub against her pussy and her clit. She bit on her lip moaning from it as her hips jerked wanting to have it in her. Kurt smiled at seeing her squirm and slowly entered her feeling him inside of her and enjoying it all. When he was all the way in he held himself in there for a minute allowing her to grow accustom to him. Kitty never felt anything like it before. She had masturbated before but just with her fingers this was a lot larger then her slim fingers. Kurt was stretching her to her maximum and it was giving her a strange pain yet pleasurable sensation. He started to gently rock back and forth as she ran her hands along his arms. Soon she got used to it and started moving with him. She gave out small grunts as he felt him fill her up with each thrust. Their pace picked up and soon Kurt was right against her chest and he felt her hard nipples against him and the soft flesh pressed up against him. Kitty had wrapped her legs around his waist allowing him to go a bit deeper as she was moaning loudly now. Kitty felt the sweat starting to form on her body as she loved the feeling of Kurt’s fur against her skin. “Oh god Kurt this is so good!” “I know! Kitty you are so tight and amazing!” Kurt panted out. Kitty’s hair was undone now as her hair was all over her pillow. She was so close to orgasming but she wanted more, she wanted to cum hard. “Kurt! Fuck me harder please! I’m so close I want to you fuck me!” “Alright,” He said and started to hammer away at her even harder. He was grunting with the effort as he was so close to cumming. The bed was rocking with their movements the headboard banging against the wall. “Kitty…I’m…I’m almost…” “I’m ready! Kurt I want you to cum in me now!” Here…I….CUM!” He howled as he felt himself climax in her only the condom keeping all of his hot liquid seed from entering her. Kitty moaned out his name as her back arched as she came too as her inner walls clenched down on him trying to milk him. She felt his dick pulsing but not the sperm. She wondered what that would feel like the next time she had sex when she took something to allow her to have sex without a condom more safely. But right now she just enjoyed Kurt still inside of her and him on top of her and he was using his tail to caress her leg and she released her fingernails that she hadn’t know where digging into his shoulders slightly. After they were enjoying the afterglow of sex laying down next to each other Kurt figured this would be a good time to ask her. “Kitty do you mind if you join Amanda and me in this fantasy I alvays wanted to do?” Kitty thought about it for a moment. She had to admit it would be strange but she felt a bit curious. Besides they would be graded on what they did too and Kitty was kind of tempted to see what exactly she could learn more about her sexuality with this. “Well okay…but not today okay?” “Sure thing.” Kurt smiled at her, after her and Amanda he was tired anyway. NEXT UP CHAPTER 5: THE MORE THE MERRIER Rahne/Jamie and his multiples  & Ray/Tabitha/Roberto  

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Goddess

Disclaimer: I don’t own Spider-Man or any Marvel character and I don’t make a profit from this. The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 1: The Goddess Peter Parker was not your average person, although he thought himself just an average guy some times who just tried to do the right thing, in the end he knew he was anything but average. He was the hero Spider-Man, well hero to some and not so much to others. Such as the new mayor of New York his old boss Jameson. Peter was currently just swinging through the city in his Spider-Man suit just trying to relax a bit, the city never slept just like how people said, it was one of the reasons Peter liked this city there was always something happening. Kind of like his life now that he thought about it. He now had a great job at Horizon Labs where he could make new Spider gear and as a cover he was like the ‘Q’ for Spider-Man at least that’s what everyone at work thought. Plus where else could he get to play around with the kind of equipment that they had? Well okay there was the stuff Mr. Fantastic had that Peter also got to see as he was also part of the Future Foundation. It felt weird replacing his friend Johnny, hell sometimes he didn’t feel right taking his place after his death. Plus there was the fact that he was on not one but two Avenger teams. When you added in that he still swung around the city fighting street crime or one of his usual villains he came across it was no wonder he had no social life at the moment. Of course the fact that his last girlfriend had broken up with him two weeks ago after he saved the city from turning into giant spider monsters didn’t help either. Things with him and Charlie had been tensed but then she figured out that he had kept his secret of being Spider-Man from her and that had been the last straw with her. Peter knew that part of him was keeping busy so he wouldn’t think about it but honestly he just was feeling kind of like crap on the inside. He never showed it of course he kept up the jokes but he hated it when relationships ended. Okay sure it wasn’t the worst breakup he had, hell that wasn’t so bad considering his track record. The first love of his life Gwen had been killed and died in his arms. That was something that still haunted him although it was thanks to MJ that he was able to move on. Then came Mary Jane the other great love of his life, he even asked her to marry him and sometimes wished she had said yes. Of course they had lived for years together but at least now they had worked things out to where they were friends again. Of course a part of him would always love her, then there was his very complicated relationship with Black Cat. He didn’t even know where they stood now, maybe sex friends was the only thing that came to mind as there was certainly chemistry with them but she always wanted to have sex with his mask on so any kind of relationship with her was out of the question. “Man Peter you’re luck really isn’t great with women,” He muttered to himself. “I swear every time I get a girl I seem to lose her at the worst ways. Sometimes I think I should just give up on the whole dating thing but then again I’m not a monk either. I wonder if Iron Fist has this kind of problem he’s kind of a monk right?” “Great now I’m asking myself questions not a good sign,” he sighed as he landed on a building. Looking around it didn’t look to be anything going on tonight. He continued on for twenty minutes not finding anything not even a Jaywalker, it rarely was this quiet either that or he was just looking in the wrong places. He was currently getting close to Hell’s Kitchen area which was Daredevil’s territory and he didn’t think he wanted to get close to there. He was about to call it quits for the night before he heard a woman yelling. It was followed by several male voices and years of experience told Peter that something was up. He quickly moved to the rooftop of where he was hearing the noise and found it coming from an alleyway. Looking down he couldn’t get a good look but there were three men forcing a woman around and he could tell something was wrong with this picture. He jumped down to land on the wall above them from behind. “You know sometimes it amazes me that criminals still operate in this city.” Spider-Man said suddenly making the three men jump and turn around and then look up in shock and surprise. “I mean do you know how many heroes work in this city? How many hero teams there are?” “It’s Spider-Man get him!” One of them yelled out most likely the leader of this batch by Peter’s guess. They pulled out guns which he easily shot web lines that engulfed their guns and hands in webbing. “Seriously guys I’ve gone up against a lot scarier things than just two losers with guns, hell the kind of weeks I have this is relaxing.” At this point both men ran off in two different directions. “And…off they go,” Peter leap down and fired two web lines one at each of them and he pulled them back. They were yanked off their feet as he took a step back and let them slam into each other. The webbing on their backs stuck to each other as the wind was knocked out of them. He webbed their legs together to make sure they wouldn’t run off. He was about to make another joke when his spider sense kicked in and he dodged a knife attack by the last one most likely it was what they had used the threaten the woman into the alleyway. Peter with pure reflexes from his new training disarmed the man and then with a palm strike sent the man into the wall, he webbed him there to keep him from taking off before the police arrived. “Thank you Spider-Fu lessons, maybe I should wear one of those karate belts I think I deserve black but then again red does go better with my costume.” Spider-Man said mainly to himself. “Thank you for the help,” a woman’s voice from behind got his attention. He had nearly forgotten she was still there which was odd as sometimes the people he saved had a tendency to run off when they saw an opening to get away. “No problem ma’am you should…whoa,” Peter turned around to finally get a good look at the woman and damn he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.  In front of him was possibly one of if not the most sexy woman he had ever seen in his life. She had long strawberry blonde hair that went down to her shoulder blades, her eyes were the most light blue he had ever seen and seemed to look right into you when she locked her eyes onto Peter. A pair of full lips and a striking face, looking with flawless skin he did notice a little beauty mark below her lip just above the right of her chin but on her it didn’t seem to take anything away in fact it gave her more character. Her body which he could see from the skin tight jeans and the pink top with a very exposed v-neck line to it almost looked painted on in some places. She had an hourglass figure, her hips were wide enough to give her some decent curves to her body not to mention in other places. Long legs that looked very toned of course she also had the biggest pair of breasts he had ever seen. They didn’t look artificial, they weren’t that perfectly round that you saw in those with enhancements but they were large but had a more natural shape to them. She smiled at him as Peter’s mind stalled for a bit as she walked forward her hips swaying slightly as Peter slowly came back. He couldn’t believe such a woman existed hell he worked with plenty of the most beautiful women in the world sometimes, hell he had lived with a real life model/actress but this woman before him was like someone had made her to be the living incarnate of sexy. “Well I must thank you,” the mystery woman spoke and her voice was full of joy something he noticed as kind of odd as she didn’t seem scared at all before she got within his personal space before he was captivated by her eyes. Her eyes seemed to hold all kinds of promises the kind that would make any man feel warm under the collar. “Uh…it’s no problems do this all the time,” Spider-Man told her. “Oh I get a feeling you do that a lot,” She traced a well manicured hand over his spider symbol on his chest. “You know I have a good feeling about you, a good man but for some reason I feel like you’re missing something in your life almost like there is a hole there.” “Well…that’s a first,” He really didn’t know what to think of this odd woman. She smirked at him as she looked into those white ‘eyes’ of his mask almost as if she was looking right into his eyes. “Is there anything I could do to help you? Anything you need?” Peter felt like something washed over his mind feeling slightly lightheaded he shook his head wondering what the hell was going on. “Not really, not unless you can fix a broken love life,” he joked before thinking that maybe it was time to get out of here. The thugs were tied up and the woman saved and honestly he wanted to move on just in case something else was happening. “So see you and make sure you be careful where you go late at night from now on, oh and be sure to call the cops for them will you?” He told her before swinging off. She smirked as she looked down at the men she didn’t want to deal with this but these men deserved punishment for their crimes. “Well I think I know the perfect punishment for your crime,” she smirked as she snapped her fingers as a glow happened around the men. “Good luck getting it up boys because from now on you’ll never be able to get an erection ever again.” The woman only laughed as she suddenly vanished. She reappeared on a building top as she watched the costume hero swing off. The woman wasn’t just any woman she was the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, she had just been minding her own business when those men had attacked her thinking she was some helpless woman. She had been about to do something nastier to them then what she had just did to them but then one the heroes of his city showed up. Of course she knew about these heroes and the world she didn’t live under a rock like some she could name. The Greek gods might not be as powerful as they used to be, hell Ares had been working in construction of all places the thought still made her laugh, the god of war working like some blue collar mortal. She sighed knowing times were tough all around. You needed money to live in this world and it wasn’t like the old temples were around with worshipers literally throwing down all kinds of offerings. The fact that her powers were from love which was still plentiful in this world was the only reason she had as much powers as she did. Back when she had all kinds of people worshiping her she could gain power from it, now was a little harder but she still had enough power to still call herself a goddess. So she had been in no real danger but still she did appreciate the help of the mortal hero that and she always did have a weakness for heroes she thought to herself as she followed the red and blue dressed mortal. She remained invisible to human senses as she floated close by to him. She was more aware of the more subtle arts of being a god, unlike those more muscle bound ones like Ares or that Norse one Thor that ran around these days, her powers were more delicate in nature. When he had landed in that alley she had sensed something about him and when she had stepped closer she could feel it. He had lost a great love and not just once, she could feel the loss of love in his life but there had been something else. She had felt a mystical connection inside of him as she used her powers to get a deeper feeling for this hero she felt the spirit inside. The more she got closer to this mortal the more she felt her interests peeked. She could feel that he had a noble spirit, a kind man with a good heart. He had a great will and yet carried great pain and responsibility on his shoulders. But then she felt that mystical connection and she frown as she felt the presence of one of the Primals, one of the animal gods and given the spider theme of him she had to guess it had to be Anansi. That could complicate things as normally gods didn’t try to step on the toes of others but she had never really been much for the rules. Besides she wasn’t going to do anything major so she figured that maybe what she was planning wouldn’t be seen as a violation of the agreements. Plus there was something else bothering her there was a lingering of another’s influence something more darker and sinister had done something to his life. The love in his soul had been tampered with and as the Goddess of love that was something she couldn’t stand. Plus the mystical connection he had, well it was giving her ideas that maybe she could help him while helping herself. -Peter’s Apartment- Peter had gotten home and had nice long shower after stripping out of his costume and putting it with the dirty laundry. Tonight had been a fairly slow night, a few small crimes but then again he wasn’t looking for the major villain to stop or alien invasion and given that he’s on the Avengers full time now that is a possibility. Hell things seemed a lot different now when he first joined up all those years ago. He was in a lot of major battles that normally he would figure were way above his pay grade. Still it made his usual things that he got into more mundane in comparison. He stretched out feeling his joints give a little ache but nothing major he had much worse in the past. Walking out of his bathroom in only some boxers and a t-shirt he fell onto his bed. Keeping busy like he had there was just one drawback and that was at the end of the day he could really end up tired. Closing his eyes he was quickly asleep although he didn’t know it he wasn’t alone. The entire time he had been home he had been watched. Aphrodite stood there at the doorway to the bedroom unseen by any mortal perception as she looked him over. She had been thinking about this young man and the more she learned the more she found him interesting. Plus looking him over he wasn’t bad, he was no Hercules or Adonis but then those men were more muscle than brains not that there was anything wrong with that but sometimes she liked her men more complex. Looking around his place she would expect him to be your average man but then he puts on a costume and goes out to help others. She grinned as she looked down at him as her mind started to work out a few possibilities with him. She hadn’t been interested like this in awhile and she was a sucker for two things in this life. Heroes and hard luck cases in love and from what she could tell this man was both, well she was hoping to give him a special gift that would help with the second part. It was time for her to work her magic and the ritual for what she had planned was one of her favorite things to do. Was he going to be surprised she giggled as she worked her magic on the room. Peter slowly came around as he felt something was off he couldn’t tell at first but a smell was rousing him from his sleep. He groaned as he blinked awake as something was off, it took him a moment to realize that there was a lot of light in his room, not light from a lamp or something this was more soft. He rolled onto his back as he looked around but paused all around his room there were red candles and flower peddles. “The hell…okay is New York getting people who break into homes to redecorate it now?” Peter asked himself wondering if he was dreaming or if something really strange was going on. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m on the cover of one of those romance novels?” “Well I always prefer the real thing than fiction myself,” a female voice got his attention to the doorway which he was certain that no one had been standing there a second ago. Peter blinked away the sleep away from his eyes as it was the woman that he had seen earlier that night only now she was in a white gown of some kind in fact it looked like some kind of Roman or Greek toga. He wasn’t sure as science was more his thing than history in school but he figured that he had to be dreaming. Of course it had been awhile since he had a dream like this usually it was with MJ or even Black Cat, sometimes others he knew. Hell he hoped no one ever found out about that one he had of She-Hulk and Emma Frost where that had come from he had no idea. “Like what you see?” the woman told him as she walked towards him in a slow sexy walk with the swaying of her hips and her whole body language told him that she was going to make this a night to remember. “Uh…yeah although the whole set up makes me wonder if I was watching Arabian Nights or something before bed,” Peter couldn’t take his eyes off her. She smiled as she crawled towards him when she reached his bed her blue eyes seemed to match the smile on her lips. “Very good I hate to think my beauty went to waste.” “Don’t see that happening any time soon,” Peter felt his mouth dry up as she crawled on top of him. If this was a dream it seemed to be one hell of a real one he could smell her and god she smelled great not to mention he could feel her body pressing against him. “So…what do I call you dream girl?” She paused to think for a second before answering.  “You can call me Cypris tonight.” It was one of the names she had gone by in the past figuring it was good enough. “Now enough talk.” “Talking is kind of one of the things I do I-“ He was cut off by her lips attacking his mouth and it felt like lightning was going through his body. He was surprised by the kiss as he suddenly felt her tongue enter his mouth. He mentally shrugged if this was a dream he was going to enjoy it as he kissed her back his arms gripping her waist. She kissed him long and hard enjoying every moment of it as she lightly nibbled on his lower lip before sitting up looking down at him. She smiled as she took the shoulder straps and slowly pushed them down as her top fell down and Peter got a view of those magnificent breasts of hers. They looked perfect like they were crafted to perfection they were full and bountiful with pink large areola around thick nipples. She gently caressed her breasts showing them off. “Go ahead and take a taste,” She purred at him. Peter shifted her slightly for him to bend his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth gently sucking on it. She moaned caressing his hair as she felt his hands roam her back trailing up her spine. His caresses were soft and loving a much liked changed from certain men she had slept with that just rutted like animals. “You please me,” She told grinding herself on his lap as Peter took the other breast into his mouth making her moan slightly as one of his hands reached forward to knead the other one. Peter couldn’t believe how amazing they felt, they were large but in no way seemed artificial. They felt full and yet had just enough firmness to them that they kept a perky shape. Kneading the one in his left hand he felt the wet nipple where he had his mouth just moments ago. The nipple in his mouth was hardening as he ran his tongue over it exploring what she seemed to like. He felt his dick hardening as she was grinding her own sex against it, he wasn’t sure but it felt like she had nothing on under those robes. The hand on her back slowly went down to cup her ass which again wasn’t too big and yet again had a seemingly perfect firmness to it. This was another reason why Peter felt this was just a really vivid sex dream, no woman could feel this perfect. Her skin was flawless and smooth without a trace of hair anywhere. There wasn’t a blemish, mole or anything from what he could see her skin was perfectly flawless. She suddenly pulled his face to hers kissing him deeply before pushing him onto his back. She smirked seductively at him as she reached for the hem of her clothing and pulled it all over her head the simple single piece of cloth was pulled off and thrown casually to the side as Peter got a full look at her naked form as the candle light danced off her body. She was completely naked now as he drank in her form that most men would kill to see. “My turn to see your body now,” She slowly rolled the top of his shirt up as he helped her to get it off him. She smiled as she ran delicate hands over his body, he wasn’t built like someone like Captain America that was for sure but he was more slim and athletic form like a gymnast. She licked her lips as she ran her hands over his chest feeling the powerful muscles behind the skin. It was a bit of a turn on for her to know that despite their size those muscles were powerful and stronger than any normal human could attain. “Now the real fun begins,” She leaned down to press her naked body against his bare chest making him moan feeling those large soft orbs pressing against him. She teasingly and slowly pulled herself down his body as he felt her slide down. He looked to see her stop as the waist band as she slowly pulled them down. He shifted a little to help eager to finally free his erection as he was losing himself in their act. Aphrodite wasn’t disappointed after she pulled his boxers free she had to guess that he was a good seven inches long and nicely thick too. She licked her lips as her soft hand took hold of the member as Peter moaned. She leaned up and slowly took his member into her mouth. “Oh god,” Peter moaned it had been some time since he had gotten a blow job. Charlie had done it now and again but she had never really gotten into it. Soon the woman was taking his entire length down her throat like a professional. That surprised him the only woman to do that was Mary Jane and only after several months of her trying. Black Cat came a close second as she just couldn’t get the last couple of inches down but this woman took him all in without a problem. For a moment Peter wondered if his dream had suddenly turned into a professional porn video. Then he felt her tongue going to work on his dick and he nearly lost it there as she took him all the way her tongue dragged along the shaft as she did so. He ran a hand through her long hair moving his hips slightly with her movements. “Oh shit that feels great,” Peter moaned. She giggled as she moved her head up and down she didn’t want him to cum in her mouth just yet she wanted to feel this thing inside of her as one of her hands moved to her pussy lips slowly teasing herself. She was already slightly wet but now she was soon getting herself dripping wet as her fingers danced over her sensitive flesh. Eventually she took the dick out of her mouth taking in a deep breath licking her lips. “Tell me do you enjoy my body?” “I don’t think there is a man alive that would say no,” Peter told her. “You may be right about that,” She replied as she shifted up slightly and took her massive breasts and placed Peter’s dick between them as she slowly started to tit-fuck him. “Are you pleased?” “Oh hell yes,” Peter tried to control himself if he couldn’t he was going to cum all over her face if she kept this up. “Then worship me, worship my body as my temple,” She took his head into her mouth as her breast were used to jerk the rest of his member off. She increased the pace suckling on the head of his cock making Peter moan out. “If you keep that up I’m going to cum!” Peter warned her she only did it harder and Peter couldn’t take it anymore. He let his head drop as he felt his balls tighten as he groaned out as his cum ejaculated out of him. She greedily took all of it centuries of sex made her love the taste of a man’s essence plus with his essence now inside of her she could get ready what she needed. She made sure to drink every last drop and as she pulled away she was surprised to find him still half hard, most men deflated after they came. “Well what do we have here?” Peter looked up to see her hand gliding over his sensitive prick after just cumming his dick was really sensitive at the moment as she was slowly giving him a hand job to get him hard again. “Well let’s just say I love having enhanced stamina,” he smiled at her. “Oh you are a treat,” The dream woman told him as she breathed onto his cock which was weird to Peter but he didn’t noticed the slight blue aura that came out of her mouth and wrapped around his cock before quickly disappearing. Suddenly his dick was hard again as she shifted further up setting herself just over his hips one hand guiding his cock to her entrance. She paused as she rubbed the tip of his cock along her wet folds. “Do you worship me?” She asked him again. “Anything you say,” Peter told her wanting nothing more than to put his dick inside of her in that moment. “Do you accept my gifts?” She asked. “Sure thing.” She smiled at him as the bargain was struck, “Then let us join and with us make the pack whole. “ She sat down and groaned out feeling him fill her up the entire way the head of his penis pushing up against her cervix. “Oh yes!” She shouted out rolling her hips, “That’s it, that’s what I’ve missed now fuck me and fill me with your essence!” Peter didn’t reply as he grabbed her hips and started to thrust up into her. She was incredibly wet as he slid right in but on the inside she was so warm and soft as she lightly gripped him with her pussy. Her internal muscles were doing things he had never had a woman do with him before. She was able to perfectly squeeze him as he went in and lightly release as he pulled out of her. She started moaning as she rode him switching her style from going up and down on him, to grinding her hips into him making circle patterns with her waist. She leaned back as he watched her perform moves that would make a belly dancer blush. All the while Peter did everything he could to keep up with this vixen. He could smell the musky scent of sex in the air as their bodies started to gain a thin sheet of sweat. Peter wanted to change positions, to do all kinds of things to her but he was so transfixed by this woman, the way her slowly dampening hair clung to her face and body, the cries of pleasure that came from her mouth were like music to his ears making him want to hear more. The way her body moved with the grace of a dancer or how her large breasts swayed and bounced with her every movement. She leaned forward as she started fucking him with long deep thrusts her tits swinging with each thrust that he had to reach up from her hips to hold them. He groped them as he matched her thrusts with this own. “Ugh, god yes you feel so fucking good!” Peter called out as the bed started creaking from the pace and force of their fucking. “And you feel so good inside of me!” the woman cried out as she felt him hitting her just right at this angle not that she needed it. Her body was perfection after all she could get herself off from most things but she preferred for her partners to actually try and make her get off. Her current lover below her was very good so far, yes she had better, she’d had many men from history some of them even famous. But considering how things were going she would place him among the better ones. He kept moving around trying to find and hit her pleasure centers inside of her sex, it was so nice to get lovers that actually tried to please her instead of just using her for their own pleasure. She could feel it building up between them now as their bodies rocked in unison. She felt the delicious sensations of both of their pleasures building up and the peek was in sight now. She moaned out with each thrust of theirs as she felt that blissful sensation inside of her womb as her orgasm was nearing. Peter wasn’t sure just how much longer he could take this with this beautiful woman riding him for all it was worth. He reached down to her hips guiding her to thrust down faster as the two of them increased their pace. It wasn’t much longer t their frantic pace before the two of them had finally reached their final moments. “I’m cumming!” Peter yelled out as he held her hips feeling himself shoot his load into her waiting body. “Yes, do it!” She cried out gripping her breasts tightly as she came herself feeling his seed enter her. She loved this part the time when both lovers came together. She placed her palms quickly onto his chest as blue energy left her palms and quickly into his chest without his noticing. The power she had gained from having sex had been enough to power the spell she wanted to give him. It was a little trick but her powers came from sex it was a source of power for her. After she was sure the spell was held in place she allowed herself to slump onto Peter’s body to catch a small rest. Peter tried to catch his breath staring up at the ceiling he had no idea how long they had been fucking but he felt drained but in a good way. He felt the woman on top of him taking deep breaths as she moaned happily against him as she slowly raised herself up by her hands. Her hair hung down around her in a messy but very sexy way. “Oh you are a treasure,” Aphrodite could feel his seed inside of her and she wanted more. At her climax she had sealed their bargain. She kissed him lightly, “It’s a shame that I can’t keep you for myself but we had a deal and I always keep my deals.” “Wait what deal?” Peter was starting to get confused now. “I asked what I could do for you and you said you needed help with your love life,” She explained. “So trust me you’ll soon have a very lucky love life ahead of you.” Peter nearly laughed at that, “Yeah that will be the day.” “Well the day is still far away and I’m still not fully satisfied,” The goddess said kissing him. Peter was in for a very long and pleasurable night. Next up Chapter 2: The Model I decided that I wanted to base Aphrodite’s looks off Rangiku Matsumoto from Bleach as I felt if anyone would look like a goddess of love would be her lol. But she only looks like that she isn’t that character. As a reminder Spelling/grammar was always my hardest subject in school I have gotten better but I still make a few mistakes and from past experiences I don't trust Betas anymore so please just give it a chance as I try to make up for any shot comings with a good story.

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Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: The Soldier

The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 4: The Soldier “You know when back when Cap asked me to join up with the Avengers I thought, hey neat, I haven’t been a full time member in years,” Spider-Man said. “I forgot all the crazy crap that the Avengers usually had to deal with on a near daily basis.” Currently the Avengers were battling some kind of creature from either an alternate dimension or from space. He wasn’t sure which given that he got there late and missed the start of the fun. He had just been swinging through the city when the alert went out on his little communication card. He arrived in Central Park to already see the thing. It was a huge blue thing with lots of limbs and nearly as many eyes, oh and teeth, he couldn’t forget the teeth as they had nearly taken a few bites out of him. “Tell me about it,” Luke Cage said holding onto one of the limbs. “I was going to have a nice day with my wife and daughter.” “Where is the missus anyway?” He asked their team leader. “She was out with Squirrel Girl and Danielle shopping since Jessica wanted to get some new baby stuff and wanted to make sure Danielle liked it.” “She’s like a few months old, she likes it when I dangle my keys over her head,” Spider-Man told him. “Tell that to my wife,” Cage slammed his fist into the limb hoping to hurt the thing. Mockingbird jumped over an attack to retaliate with her own. “You know to me it was only yesterday I was an Avenger then the next thing I know I wake up in a Skrull ship finding out I was kidnapped and replaced. It’s been what, three years and still nothing has changed.” “Guess that old saying about how the more things change stay the same huh?” Spider-Man asked her webbing up a few of the limbs. “Our lives do seem to have a pattern to them at times,” Iron Fist said slamming a fist into the eye of the creature making it scream out. “I get the feeling this is going to be a long day.” Luke commented to himself as his massive fists kept slamming into the center mass of the creature. He was hoping that an onslaught of hits might put it down for a bit. -Avengers Mansion, Later that Day- “Well that was interesting,” Cage said as everyone walked back into the large mansion that was their base. At least for this team of Avengers, Tony had given Cage both the leadership of this team but this place as well to run. Well there was that Ms. Hand woman who was representing SHIELD, why Steven put her here on the job no one knew. Hell Spider-Man kept making jokes about her and her old boss Norman. “Interesting doesn’t seem to capture what we just went through,” Iron Fist said flexing his shoulder. In the battle he had nearly had his shoulder dislocated and he was looking forward to putting some ice on it and then some nice meditation. “How about another freaking bizarre day that is our lives?” Spider-Man told him checking one of his web shooters. “Man I hope this isn’t busted they are a pain in the ass to fix when the web fluid gets broken inside like this.” He muttered to himself. “All I know is that I just want to strip out of this and take a nice long hot shower,” Mockingbird stretched out. “I know wearing skin tight uniforms seems to be the norm for people like us but they really keep in heat and sweat. I didn’t used to deal with as much in my old uniform and that was wasn’t leather.”  “Try a full on body suit sometimes,” Spider-Man joked to her. “You really don’t want to be near me when I take this off especially on a hot day. Granted it is nice in winter but I have to make a special thin version in summer or else I would get heat stroke like you wouldn’t believe.” “Well then you might want to shower yourself then,” Ms Marvel smiled at him. “You do have a room you could use here you know.” “Yeah I just don’t trust that whatever room I pick wouldn’t be bugged by a certain woman. Hell she wouldn’t even let me have a pay check unless I gave her my real name,” He was not going to go through that again. Revealing his identity had been a huge mistake and if it wasn’t thanks for Dr. Strange’s spell there was no telling how much trouble his life would be in right now. Although a few did still know his real identity, mainly the original Avenger team he was put on and when he was with this group when they were basically enemies of the state. “You really are paranoid about that person aren’t you?” Luke asked him. “Trust me when it comes to Norman Osborn I don’t take any chances,” he replied as everyone split up to change and get refreshed. Peter managed to pull out the webbing cartridges he had been fooling with, looking inside he saw that the device would be able to be fixed. He might have to either take it to work if he couldn’t get it fixed at home with his own tools. Carol looked around and saw that they were alone now she had the oddest sensations when she was with Peter lately she knew she was attracted to him but at the moment it was like it was on overdrive. Looking at him now she kept thinking what it would be like to do nothing more than the peel that costume off of him. She felt herself heat up at the image of it as she wondered what he looked like naked under that suit as his slim yet athletic build might make him look like a swimmer’s body. ‘God this is insane,’ She thought to herself as she felt her uniform getting slightly uncomfortable. ‘Why can’t I stop thinking about him lately? Yeah I’ve thought about him, hell last time I used my vibrator I was thinking about him. God I need to get laid.’ She squirmed as she felt her leotard rubbing against her sex and looking at Peter she felt that she had the man that could help her out. They had gone on a date and it had been nice, hell she got along really well with him lately and she wanted more but the timing never seemed right. Well here he was and a plan formed in her military mind as she thought out her battle plan. “Well you can use mine if you’re that paranoid,” She offered him. Peter did a double take as he was put on guard immediately, nothing bad it was just that normally women didn’t go around inviting to use his shower. Well actually every time Mary Jane had it had ended up with them both using it when they had been together hence why he was a bit surprised by Carol’s offer. “Trust me I’m former intelligence agent if anyone bugged my room I would have known about it,” she told him confidently.  Which was true given her training in the Air Force and in SHIELD she had picked up a few things and it was habit of hers to check out any new place she moved into. It also was just something she wanted to put his mind at ease with. “Uh..well that does sound nice,” Peter really wasn’t sure if he should go or not but then again she did offer. Plus it wasn’t like she would jump him well he thought she might not. Although he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, looking at the blonde woman in front of him with her long blonde hair and black leotard costume she looked very sexy to him. Hell she always looked good to him it might have been why he had asked her out on a date. He had wanted to ask for more but then this life kind of got complicated. So here he was her offering her shower, well it was all innocent right? -Not long Later- Okay Peter was jealous and it was from the oddest thing to be jealous of and that were the showers in this building. As soon as he walked into her bathroom he already was starting to rethink taking one of the rooms for his own when he needed to crash after a battle. The main bedroom was half the size of his apartment but you could fit the small kitchen he had in the bathroom. Hell maybe his bedroom, there was a long mirror and he noticed the female products. He was familiar with how many hair care, perfume and other little things women kept in order to look and smell good. But it was the fact that there was room for not only a large square tub but also a walk in shower in the corner that could hold four people, five if Mr. Fantastic joined in. He chose the shower as he really didn’t want to fill the tub, stripping off his costume he ran the water and it felt great on his skin. Outside in the bedroom Carol couldn’t believe what she was thinking but damn it she felt extremely horny at the moment. She hadn’t had sex in months and she always did feel a little worked up after a battle sometimes. Slowly she stripped out of her own black costume, first her boots and gloves, then she placed her small mask on her vanity. How people didn’t know it was her with such a small mask she wasn’t sure but looking at her blonde bombshell figure in the mirror maybe her face was the least that people looked at. She finished undressing as she heard the water going and her mind thought to what he looked like naked, he was only in the other room as warm water was going down his body. She felt her body heat up at the mental image of it and felt a need growing between her legs. ‘God I really do need to get laid, I haven’t felt like this in a long time,’ She took a few breaths. Either things would go really well or she was about to do something really embarrassing that might really ruin her friendship with Peter. “Hey Peter you okay in there?” She called out as she opened the door just a crack. “Yeah, damn this shower feels great.” She smiled, “I know it’s some fancy pressure head I think.” “I got to get me one of these.” “Hey Peter did you bring a tower with you?” There was a pause as she thought she heard the sound of him smacking his head slightly. “Damn…yeah I think so.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll leave one for you okay?” “Thanks Carol.” She took the tower from its place in a small linen closet in her room. She opened the door and as silently as she could she walked into the room. She could see Peter’s naked back as he showered she drank in how his slim but muscular body moved. Plus she looked down to see that he really did have a nice ass. She remembered She-Hulk saying that once in a girl’s night out with other female heroes. But it was what was dangling between those legs that got her more eager. ‘Good lord is that it? It’s not even hard and I can see it from here, wow I wonder how big he gets,’ She enjoyed the image a little longer before walking up to the shower and opened the glass door. “Here’s your towel.” Peter jumped at the sound of the voice and turned out of instinct, he hadn’t expected Carol to actually bring it to him let alone standing there naked. He couldn’t help but look at her in her naked glory, her costume really didn’t hide much with her figure. He could see her toned body more clearly as she kept in shape but still had a very feminine look to it. Her breasts were tipped by a pair of small light pink nipples, he also noticed she kept herself very smooth between her legs. “Uh…you’re naked,” Peter mentally slapped himself for saying something so stupid and obvious. She only smiled at him feeling a little uneasy but noticed how he looked at her, almost like he was drinking in her naked body and she was just as eagerly looking him over. She also noticed that his penis was getting harder as he looked on. Peter seemed to notice where she was looking and quickly turned around. ‘Damn it can’t you stay down just once?’ He couldn’t believe he was berating his own dick although he really was getting turned on for some reason. It couldn’t be because he hadn’t have sex in awhile, hell this entire week he had already had sex with two of his ex-girlfriends. He felt slender hands rubbing his shoulders that was soon followed by a very feminine body pressing up against him. He had to suppress a groan as he felt her pressing against his back, he could feel her breasts and they felt great. “Sorry if this is fast,” She told him as she wrapped her arms around the front of his torso. “It’s just that, for the longest time I’ve liked you and every time things seem to go somewhere, well things get in the way. We never even got to finish our only date and never got to go on another one.” “You wanted to go on more?” Peter really was having a hard time thinking straight. He was so hard now that if this dragged on any longer he might just blow his load from her touching him. “I do, I even thought of asking you out a few times,” she sighed as she started to caress his body. “But then things get busy for us and I’ve never had good luck with relationships, especially lately.” “I know that feeling,” he replied. “And honestly I always wanted to go on more dates with you. You’re fun to go out with…plus you’re one of the most beautiful women I know.” That last part wasn’t a lie, if he had a top ten, she would be on there with room to spare. She smiled as one her hands went down lower, “You’re also a very handsome man, you know we never did get to dessert on our date.” She lightly gripped his member making him groan as her soft hand wrapped around it and lightly started to stroke him. “I do like dessert,” Peter groaned from her hand job. He reached behind himself to feel her thighs and hip one of his hands managed to find her firm ass and gave it a squeeze. She moaned a little as she ground her hips against him. She had enough of the teasing as she turned him around and gave him a deep kiss. He kissed her back holding her close against himself as their tongues started to duel each other in their mouths. Soon he pulled her in fully into the shower as both of them were now being belted by the hot water. Their hands caressing each other, exploring each other’s bodies. Peter felt his dick being pressed between himself and her body, one of his hands went down to test one of her breasts. They certainly felt full and very firm. He kissed her neck as his hand went lower to get his fingers run along her slit. “Oh Peter,” She moaned from the attention on her neck then she felt his fingers teasing her pussy lips as her hips moved wanting more. Then after a few seconds Peter pushed them into her body as her inner walls wrapped around the digits. Peter could feel how hot and warm she was and although she was already in the shower he had a feeling the wetness he was feeling wasn’t from the water. He experimented as he explored her insides, trying to see what worked and what didn’t. He spread his fingers making her inner walls spread out making her moan in appreciation as she caressed his back a bit more roughly. He slowly used his fingers to stroke her inner walls in different areas and given how her hips were responding he was finding some good spots. She gently pushed him back a little as she smiled at him with her eyes filled with passion. She kissed his collarbone and slowly went down caressing his front and kissing her way down until she was on her knees. Now she was faced with his erection as one hand took the base and slowly put the tip in her mouth. “Oh yes that feels good Carol.” Peter sighed feeling the warmth of her mouth and tongue. She got at least most of him inside of her as he felt it reach the back of her mouth, the tip pressing against it. Carol couldn’t get him all the way in but she did her best anyway, she moved her head back and forth as she felt his hands in her hair helping to gently guided her actions. Her hand matched her movements as she jerked off what she couldn’t swallow. She felt his dick pulsing but she didn’t want him to cum just yet, she let it out of her mouth and gave it a long lick from base to tip. “I’m glad you’re shaved down here,” She told him looking up at him. “Nothing really gets in the way then pubic hair.” “Well I’ve been told something like that plus it’s kind of the style these days.” He admitted although he did sometimes allow a little growth just nothing that would get in the way of a woman giving him a blow job. “Yeah I remember when it was I didn’t have to shave at all, then I trimmed it, but now I keep it all smooth,” She got up and caressed the smooth skin around her pussy. “Although with my new costume I really got to keep it shaved down I really don’t want anything to show.” She rested against the wall as she spread her legs looking eager at him. “But enough small talk, I want you in me and I don’t think I can wait.” “I don’t think I can wait either,” he gripped his dick and lined it up with her pussy, she helped to get the head in and when he pushed himself in she moaned at the feeling of him going inside of her. She rested the back of her head against the smooth surface as Peter adjusted himself and started slow strokes. “Oh god that feels so good in me,” She moaned holding on to him. Peter took hold of one her legs raising it up and hooked an arm under her knee as he lined himself up. She helped to guild him as she groaned feeling him fill her up for the first time. It had been awhile since she had a cock in her and Peter filled her completely. She placed her arms on his shoulders and wrapped them around the back of his head as Peter made slow movements. She just had to use just a bit of her flight powers to keep her steady but Peter seemed to holding her just right. She moaned as she felt his warm prick inside of her body pushing her inner walls with every delicious thrust into her. She held him close as she moaned his name and started to kiss his wet neck. Peter really had no idea why all of a sudden his love life had taken a giant upsurge but at the moment he wanted nothing more than to continue having sex with the blonde bombshell he was with. He didn’t know why but wet women were always so damn sexy to him. He could feel her becoming lighter and knew she had to be using her powers to keep her stable. This certainly would be helpful, the times he had had sex in the shower in the past it wasn’t like in the movies. You had to be careful not to slip and sometimes it could be cramped but thankfully these showers were built large enough and his feet were sticking to the ground despite how wet it was. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as he heard her moan with every thrust. Carol couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this before with him, it was like a scene out of a movie having sex in the shower. She remembered trying it once before long ago before she got her powers with an old boyfriend in university. He had slipped and both of them fell hard, which pretty much killed the mood for both of them. This time however it was working, the way she was raised up by him only to let gravity take her down as she was impaled onto his cock. The feel of his hot and hard flesh rubbing against her inner walls, how she stretched her out how he hit all the way to the depths of her core. Every thrust made her moan out as she gripped him hard but still tried to not crush him, it was a thing she had to learn about her strength in the thralls of passion she could literally crush a normal man. Thankfully Peter was a bit more sturdy than the average man but she still controlled herself somewhat. But it was so tempting to just let go, she felt her back sliding against the smooth surface of the shower listening to Peter’s grunts as the warm water and steam filled the small chamber. “Oh god Peter you feel so good in me,” she moaned. “I can’t believe we never tried this before,” Peter grunted. “God you feel so tight, I never had sex with someone with powers before now.” “Really?” She flexed her inner muscles making him groaned out as he stopped for a moment. “Hey don’t stop just yet I’m almost there.” “Sorry but if you keep doing that I’ll cum inside of you.” “Oh sorry,” She did have the morning after pill but those things weren’t fool proof. “Go ahead, just warn me when you’re going to cum.” “Got it,” he started up against thrusting a bit harder into her making her moan out even louder. By this point Peter got the idea that Carol was what you would call a ‘moaner’ she wasn’t one to yell out or grunt just moaned as she had sex. He kept it up until she started to make these high pitched sounds he thrust up at just the right angle and found the spot that really set her off. “Oh god, oh fuck, right there, just a bit more right there!” she moaned out and after a few more she gave a quick gasp as her mouth hung open silently for a moment before letting out a long drawn out moan. Peter felt her tighten up and knew she had cum in that moment. He still kept thrusting but he wasn’t going to last any longer. “Carol I’m close,” he told her. “Pull out and let me finish you off,” she told him as he did so she got to her knees and using her breasts she wrapped them up around his penis as it was so very warm now. She sucked on the tip and it only took a few seconds for Peter to cry out as he felt himself release. Carol felt little of his cum in her mouth as she kept it. She took as much as she could and then pulled it out letting one shot of his sperm hit her chest. She turned her head to spit out the cum into the water. ‘Guess she doesn’t swallow,’ Peter figured since not all women liked to have cum in their mouths let alone swallow. After that they spent the time cleaning up, rubbing each other with soap to help clean each other as they spent the time enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies again only this time it was a longer more in-depth examination. Carol made sure her mouth was rinsed out and that any cum on her body was washed off. By the end they turned off the shower as the room was already very steamy. Carol took his  hand as they dried each other off Peter held her close kissing her as she eagerly kissed back when they had finished drying off. She felt something very familiar poking into her and looked down to see him hard again. “Ready for another round I see.” “With such a sexy women in front of me I can’t really help myself,” Peter told her. “This time let’s try somewhere more comfortable,” She took his hand and let him to the bedroom. She let go as she went to her drawer and pulled out a condom as she placed the tip of the package in her mouth grinning at him as she sat on her bed and crawled backwards using her body to entice him to join her. Peter wasn’t one to let an opportunity like this pass up as he crawled on top of her taking the package with one hand and then kissing her. With his free hand he caressed one of her breasts squeezing it just hard enough to make her moan in his mouth. She reached down as she caressed his dick she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her again. She then felt his hand leave her breast and although she would have liked him to keep at it when she felt his fingers caress her slit she forgot all about her breast. Peter slipped his fingers in as he started to pump them in and out of her body, he felt that she was still very slick as her warm folds seemed to swallow his fingers up. The wet sucking sounds her pussy made was only drowned out by the sounds of her moaning. He groaned as he sucked on her neck as her stroking started to increase, if she kept this up he was going to cum all over her. “Carol are you ready?” “God yes,” She smiled at him as she watched him get to his knees as he opened the package. She saw him starting to slip it on as she turned away from him getting on her hands and knees. “I love it in this position.” “Got it,” Peter lined himself up as he felt his condom clad dick slid against her opening. She reached back under herself to help guide him inside of her body as both enjoyed the sensation of him filling her up once again. Peter had to admit that sex with a condom didn’t feel as good as it did without it but he also knew that it was necessary. The only times he came inside of his old girlfriends such as Mary Jane, Black Cat or Charlie when they said it was a safe day or when it was only blowjobs or anal sex. Still even with the condom on he could feel her pussy gripping him as he pushed himself all the way in. He gripped her hips as he started with slow thrusts as she pushed back to meet him but she started to notice something. “Peter I’m not made of glass you can go all out if you want.” She told him looking back at him as she noticed that he didn’t seem to be going as hard as he might could. She guessed that he had never had sex with someone with super strength before. She had done it with men who were super strong such as Simon so she knew how hard she could take it. Peter was used to holding back in sex, given that hurting his partner was kind of a major turn off, even at his most rough he always had to hold back. But he suddenly realized that with Carol he didn’t have to, he hadn’t been able to go all out in sex since, well ever. He had gotten his powers before he had sex so this was going to be a new experience for himself. He gripped her hips a bit more sturdy as he stared to fuck her with stronger and stronger thrusts. “Oh yes just like that Peter, fuck me, you don’t have to hold back just fuck me.” Carol moaned out as she was starting to enjoy Peter fucking her. He was starting to let go as she felt his hips slapping against her shapely ass harder and harder making her moan out even more as his dick pushed against her inner walls. “Oh god you feel so good,” Peter said as he started to let loose more and more until he was thrusting as hard as he could into her. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room with their moaning and the rocking of the bed. With their strength the bed was soon banging against the wall, normally Peter might be worried about breaking the headboard or the wall but at the moment he didn’t care. For the first time in his life he would fuck a woman without worrying about breaking her hip or something. He groaned as he thrust in eagerly as he watched her rocked against him. Her fists gripping her bed sheets as they twisted in her hands as she rocked back against him. Peter used one hand to grope her ass feeling the firmness of it as he ran his hand up her spine her long mane of blonde hair was all messy along her back as it was still slightly damp. He leaned forward to reach under her and grab one of her large swaying breasts loving the feel of it as they continued on to have sex. Carol was really enjoying herself as she thrust her hips back to meet Peter, she hadn’t had a good time like this for awhile. She was really wondering why she had never done this before, Peter felt great inside of her and he kept on caressing her body, like he was trying to find all of her erotic spots on her body. That was a good sign to her as Peter really was trying to give her as much pleasure as he could. She reached down between her legs as her fingers found her smooth mound, she soon found her clit as she started to rub it fiercely. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her as she moaned out loudly as she was getting close to cumming again. Her hips increased as she was getting closer and closer to her climax. “Oh god Carol I think I’m close!” Peter cried out. “I’m almost there, just hold on, please hold on for just one more second!” Carol was rubbing her clit even faster now wanting to cum before him. She ached to cum, she wanted to cum so much that she felt like she might break if she didn’t but suddenly she felt it, she felt her orgasm finally reaching her. “OHHH GOOOOD!” Carol cried out as she tensed up from her orgasm. Peter couldn’t take it anymore as he gave a few more thrusts into her before groaning out himself as he felt himself cum into the condom. She went limp as her ass was still stuck up in the air as Peter took a few panting breaths before pulling out of her. She moaned a bit feeling him leave and twisted to rest on her side as Peter fell onto his back next to her. “God that felt good,” Carol sighed in contentment. Why hasn’t she done this before now? It seemed silly but that had been great sex, plus it had been awhile for her as well. The last time had been with Wonder Man back during that whole Registry Act and the split in the hero community. That hadn’t lasted long and although fun it hadn’t been what she needed. She felt Peter shift as he draped an arm around her body pressing into her back, she could feel his slim but strong frame and also the wetness of the used condom pressing against her ass. She didn’t care as she just sighed in enjoyment, amazing how when she first met him she thought he was nothing but annoying but as she got to know him she saw the real side of him. How no matter what he wanted to do the right thing, despite what some people said or thought about him. He worked hard as a hero and that was something she came to admire about him, that and his humor started to grow on her. After all the crap she had to deal with in her life which had actually drove her to become an alcoholic for a time, Peter was someone that could brighten her day. “We should do this more often,” Carol told him feeling content as they were just there naked and together. “The sex or something else?” Peter asked her as he was wondering where she wanted to take this. Carol thought about it for a moment, “How about we take it one step at a time then.” She wanted to really build something up and not just have mindless sex with a teammate now and then. But given her wreck of relationships lately she just wanted to really take her time with this. “I can live with that.” Peter said wondering how in the hell he had gotten himself into this. He really wasn’t sure how it was that women kept throwing themselves at him and him just diving right in, it didn’t used to be like this, hell it was never like this. Maybe it was karma? All the good thing she did and all the crap he dealt with was making up for it all with an increased in his sex life? He felt himself starting to get slightly hard again as he pressed up against the naked beauty, well whatever was going on he would think of it after to see if he could get Carol to start that sexy moaning again. -Somewhere in the Tropics- In a tropical paradise a certain red headed goddess had been sun bathing, naked of course as she didn’t like tan lines. She was currently sitting on a sun chair shades on her eyes although her eyes were closed she had been watching from a distance her new favorite human. The area was a beach as she had wanted to get some relaxing done, when she noticed her spell kicking in. She felt the sexual energy started to feed her from the spell as she was curious as to who it was that Peter was with now. Using her Sight to look to where the spell was she had caught the little shower scene and later the bed. The sexual energy had been delicious and she was wondering if maybe a little bit more power into the spell might help. She had ‘feed’ off sexual energy in the past like this but it had been awhile since she had enchanted someone with a mystical link. It made the sexual energy transfer oh so ripe with power. She smiled as when she was done here she might take a bit of a visit back to New York and see what trouble she could stir. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of sun tan lotion as she slowly started to put it on her naked body. Although she didn’t burn like mortals the feel of it being pressed into her skin was what she was getting at. The energy she could feel coming from Peter and the blonde woman as they started up a third time came to her as she started to rub the lotion into her large breast. She lathered them up sensually and slowly, taking time to roll her fingers across her erect nipples. Looking down she lightly ran her hand through the short dark hair of the woman currently between her legs eating her out. She didn’t know the mortal’s name, honestly she didn’t really care about most of who they were. She had taken a little look into the woman’s soul, she was here on vacation to loosen up, she had led a boring life, not very adventurous and had been a cold fish in bed unsure of herself or her sexuality. Well Aphrodite was always up for a challenge although it didn’t take much to unleash the hidden desires of the woman. Her fantasies of being with men, woman even multiple partners but always too scare to dive into it. “You have a talented tongue there you should really enjoy yourself more.” The woman looked up blushing, “I have no idea why I’m doing this…I never do things like this…” She felt the heat all over her body begging her for release. She caringly stroked the woman’s face. “Now no need for that, it’s only natural to follow your desires.” The goddess looked to her left as she saw two young and viral men approaching they hadn’t seen the lesbian show yet but the goddess licked her lips. “Now how about we really put on a show for those men and see if they want to join us?” The woman looked to see them and she wanted them, she had images of both of them using her body as she felt her pussy dampen. “Okay.” Aphrodite would laugh if it didn’t break the mood, sometimes being a goddess of love was a lot more work then what you thought as one of those men would end up dating the woman and opening her up to future relationships. It was a job however that she really enjoyed and threw herself into. Next up Chapter 5: The Mutant

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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5: THE MORE THE MERRIER Rahne was laying on her bed thinking back to their class earlier. She couldn’t believe no matter how many times she played it over in her mind. She had had sex right in front of everyone; she and Jamie lost their virginity to each in front of everyone. Then not only had he made her orgasm by eating her out but she gave him a blowjob too…and she liked it. She remembered Jamie’s hands, his lips his flesh against hers. The heat of their bodies it had been great. Exactly what she wanted her first time to feel like. Without knowing it as she had her eyes closed remembering it all she had her hand gently caressing one of her breasts as the other was lightly rubbing her pussy. She started panting as she remembered his hands on her, caressing her. His lips taking in a nipple and his tongue playing with it. How his dick had been inside of her and thrusting over and over again. The pressure building up inside of her. She moaned out on her bed and opened her eyes to see that her hand had gone under her pants and she had been fingering herself. She pulled out her hand and saw her fingertips glistening with the juices of her body. “What am I doing?” She asked herself. She was a good nice girl and here she was moaning on her bed like a slut. She felt like she should be ashamed but in that class they were told that pleasuring yourself was perfectly normal when you needed sexual release. She did admit that she needed release. Jamie hadn’t stopped thinking about that glass at all. He couldn’t believe that his first time had been with the girl he had had a crush on for the last year or so…or that everyone had seen it. He couldn’t believe he had done that but then again everyone else had been naked. He had seen every girl at the Institute naked…that was like the dream of most of the boys here. Some of those girls he had a few wet dreams in the past and fantasized about it. But being with Rahne had been the best. Her lips against his, her small yet nice breasts against his chest, her smooth legs against him. The feeling of him inside of her and her lips on his member. ‘Oh God that was incredible,’ He thought as he walked on. ‘I always wondered what it would be like and boy…it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before…I wish we had cum at the same time, that sucked I shot off first but at least I got her off.’ He wanted to please Rahne he wanted to ravage her, take her to the edge and then over it, he wanted to bring her to ecstasy. But the thing was how? Sure he wanted to go on and on but it wasn’t physically possible for one man to just keep going and going…then it hit him…he wasn’t just one man. Sure he had always wanted to try it…but he wondered if Rahne would be interested in it? He quickly ran to her room anxious to see if she would go for it. Rahne was thinking of either taking a cold shower, or trying to get this urge out of her the old fashioned way when there was a knock on her door. She sighed and got up and went to it, she was pleased to see Jamie there and she felt herself getting a little warm from the sight of her recent thoughts of him. “Hey Rahne,” Jamie said blushing a bit at the sight of her. He couldn’t help but look at her face, then to her body. She was just so amazing and the she had really matured over the last few years too. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” She said a little rushed and let him in and closed the door. She also checked out his back side and shook her head just wondering what had gotten into her? She wasn’t like this…was she? Why was it all of a sudden she felt like jumping on him and tearing all this clothing off and having her way with him them? “Rahne you know this project we got going right?” Jamie started off a bit nervous although he wasn’t sure why they already had sex so he kept telling himself that this wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. She nodded her head so he went on, “Well I was wondering if you were interested in…something I’ve kind of…thought of doing with my powers.” “Oh? What?” She asked him interested to know what he had in mind. He told her and she was kind of interested in that. She wondered what it would be like and it would see what her limit was. Truth was she had never wanted that first time to end and this way it would last for a very long time depending on how many copies he made. The thought of it made her a little wet already from just thinking about it. “I think we could try it.” She grinned at him and Jamie was all smiles. They set up the camera since they would only need hers since they got points for how many times they were in a video and not just on their tape so it was more fair for everyone. Rahne also got out the other supplies. Jean, Scott and Rogue had gotten certain types of supplies for them to start off with and if they needed anything else they were told to come to them. Rahne only had the condoms, morning after pills, some kind of jelly stuff for lubrication and a small vibrator. She had been tempted to use that last one before Jamie showed up. When the camera started up, both young teens started to kiss and fondle the other, slowly taking off each other’s clothing. The heat building up between them as they started to feel each other’s skin against the other. Soon Rahne found herself on her bed as Jamie was taking off her panties the last piece of clothing she had left. He saw how wet they were and her pussy too. “Okay, now things will get interesting.” Jamie said and started creating clones of him. Rahne watched in fascination as there were now about fifteen Jamies in the room with her. Her heart was pounding with excitement as she bit her lower lip slightly wondering what would happen next. One of the Jamies took the camera and started to tape it all from a moving perspective. Rahne watch as a few of the Jamies moved to her. One of them started kissing her and so she kissed back and soon after she felt a pair of lips on each breasts, one kissing her navel and stomach and another was eating her out. It was mind-blowing experience to feel all of that on her young body. She moaned into one of the Jamies mouth as they started to French kiss, they felt each other’s tongues in their mouths tasting each other. There were so many lips and hands gently going over her body, it was intense and she had no problem of reaching orgasm. She cried out in the mouth of this Jamie and she had her hands on the heads of the two suckling on her breasts. They continued this until it was unbearable for her to take. She pulled her mouth from a kiss and cried out, “Oh god! Please take me now, I cannae take it. Please I need ye inside me.” She moaned out, begging for them all to finish. All the Jamies got off her and she looked up at one that was spreading her dripping wet pussy and they smiled at each other. She saw him put on a condom and guide the head of his shaft to her cunt. She moaned when he put it in her filling her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat there thrusting into her again and again. Two Jamies were playing with her breasts as she moaned out. Then she felt something against her face and looked to see one of the clones with his hardened dick near it. “Go on, and take it Rahne.” He said gently and she opened her mouth as he put it in. She started giving him a nice blowjob then as the other fucked her. When the one fucking her came, another immediately replaced him as did the one that shot his load in her mouth. Soon though they changed things up, she was on all four getting fucked by behind doggie style. This time it was more rougher, she wanted it to be and kept begging for him to go faster and harder. Soon another one kneeled in front of her and she took his cock in her mouth too, she grabbed his ass as he humped her face. “Oh god Rahne,” That one said feeling her tongue work his member she was just so good at this, but then again she was the only girl to do this but still it was great. After her latest orgasm causing the currently Jamie to call out her name as she felt him pulse and cum inside of her they took a small break and get into a new position. She had one Jamie on his back and put on the condom herself. She teased him a little and licked his shaft causing a groan from him. She was ready to sit done onto his erection when one of the Jamies spoke up. “Hey Rahne do you think we could also try…anal?” She thought that over, they had said it wasn’t for everyone but she was curious. “I got some stuff in that drawer to use. But let’s take this first one slow okay boys?” They all agreed none of them wanted to hurt her so one of them grabbed the jell as Rahne started ridding the current Jamie. She kind of liked this new position as she poisoned herself up and down on him feeling him in side of her. “Oh god this is incredible! Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” She panted out through her breaths as her body had taken up a layer of sweat and as her breasts being played with by the Jamie under her. She gasped in surprised she felt someone placing a finger with gel on it into her virgin anus. She saw so surprised she orgasmed right there, “Oh shit!” Both she and Jamie clone cried out he was so surprised by how tightly her pussy clamped down it was all it took for him to come. They took a break as Rahne rested to catch her breath while a Jamie started to lube her ass up. It was a strange sensation as the cool gel was worked into her. “Okay do you want me to stretch you out a little?” Jamie asked her. “Um…yeah sure.” She remembered during the class that you should try to stretch it out before you try that to lessen the discomfort. “I got a vibrator in that drawer.” One Jamie got it and covered it in gel and then very slowly worked it into her. She moaned at first at the discomfort as it filled her. Over the next five minutes it was replaced as she got used to it. When she was ready again she went back into that last position and got on top of another Jamie and bent down, she kissed this one as she felt another gently move into her anus. She cried out in pain and pleasure into the mouth of the Jamie she was kissing and was thankful he was going in slowly. After she got used to it she started a slow rhythm, they let her control it so they didn’t hurt her by accident, after awhile Rahne got use to it and it was incredible being filled by both ends like that. “OH GOD OH FUCK! AH! AH! UGH! OH JAMIE, DON’T STOP AH PLEASE DON’T OH GOD! STOOOOP! FUCCCCK!” She felt the one in her ass shoot his load into her feeling the warm fluids enter her. That Jamie had never felt anything so tight as he had just finished fucking her ass. They continued on, changing positions and the number of partners. Rahne had been fucked up against her wall, on her floor, she rode one on a chair and had three of them at once several times in various positions. One in her pussy, ass and mouth a few times, once she was sitting on the lap of one that was in her ass while one ate her out and the one behind her was massaging her breasts. After a couple of hours though she was warn out, she had one Jamie pumping into her while she was on her back on her bed again. “Jamie, please I…I can’t take anymore…I can’t…” it was true her pussy was so red ached as well as her ass and it was leaking some of his fluids, as well as her own inner thighs were covered in her own. She had swallowed so much cum that she had a lot in her stomach and she knew if they hadn’t used condoms her pussy would be drenched and her womb would have been filled. Jamie was pounding into her hot and very wet and slick tunnel. He was sweating on top of her grunting with the effort, “I’m…almost….done….Rahne….Just a…few….more….ARRRGH!” He cried out cumming in her. Rahne’s head leaned back as she groaned feeling it. He pulled out of the red head and Rahne was just limp. She couldn’t do anything and couldn’t move but damn she never had so many orgasms or felt like this. Jamie pulled all his clones together then and just shut off the camera and cradled her in his arms. She smiled as she rested her head against him. “Rahne…when this is all over…do…do you want to got out and stuff?” He asked her blushing. She smiled at him, “Aye, I’d like that.” She also wondered if she would be up to another one of these sex marathons. One thing was for sure their sex life would never be boring and the other girls would never believe this…well…unless Jamie showed them. She wondered about that, after all this she could just stick with Jamie but they both could explore all their sexual fantasies. She’d talk to him later about this, maybe in a few hours. Right now she just fell asleep in his arms as she cuddled up to him. ---Tabitha--- Tabitha was wondering the halls thinking up what to do for her own little video. This was actually kind of exciting for her, she always did like to have a fun time and wasn’t shy about her sexuality. But while living here she tried to ‘behave’ at least for her it was behaving. But this was just so mind blowing, she had a whole new outlook on Jean and Scott. Hell they managed to loosen Rogue up and that was an accomplishment in itself. Now she just thought of what to do with her own little fantasy. She had a few, she always wanted Kurt to make love to her for one, not sex but real love making. He was just so nice to her all the time she still had a little feeling for the blue dude but knew his heart was with someone else. But this was a chance, she’d just have to talk with Amanda who she heard was moving in for the week. But she also wanted to know what Scott was like in bed and a few other things. She was in the living room seeing both Ray and Roberto there talking about and comparing who gave the better blow job from class and how they couldn’t believe it happened to them. She grinned knowing full well she could get one fantasy out of the way. She walked up to them in her most sultry walk, swaying her hips. “Hey boys.” She smiled at them. They were both surprised to see Tabitha. “Oh hey, uh…we were just…uh…” Roberto wondered what to say to her. “Don’t worry about it boys. I think everyone is still talking about that.” She laughed and sat on Ray’s lap to his surprised and pleasure. Tabitha was one of the most sexy girls at the mansion but so far no one had gotten much past making out or a feeling each other up. Tabitha just didn’t want to add ‘easy’ to her already long list of things she was known for. But now she didn’t have to worry about that. “You know…I”ve always wondered what a three way is like…would you two like to help me out?” “Whoa I ain’t kissing a dude.” Ray said. “Never said you had to, I just want both of you boys at once, or back to back whatever is comfortable.” She told them. They both shrugged, both had always wondered if she lived up to her name of Boom-Boom in bed. They both agreed to it. “Great meet me in my room in half an hour.” “What? Why?” Ray asked as she got off. “A girl has to make herself presentable.” She smirked at them over her shoulder and walked off to her room. When she got to her room she immediately stripped off her clothing to get something more interesting. She grinned as she got just what she needed. She set up her camera and decided to get herself a little ready with the little gel in certain areas and get a CD ready for the guys. Ray and Roberto waited impatiently for the time and both couldn’t wait. Ray knocked on the door and looked in. “Hey Tabby? You ready?” They both entered as Roberto closed the door but no Tabitha. “The hell?” Roberto asked out loud then the door to the bathroom opened and out walked Tabitha only in a skirt and white short sleeve shirt tied up around her chest. “Hey boys just take a seat, I want to have a little fun first.” She said in a sultry tone. She started the camera and then walked to her stereo. Tabitha started to bump and grind to the music and both boys realized that they were in for their own personal strip show. Tabitha slowly danced in front of the boys running her hands over her body, touching her breasts and swaying her hips to the music. She slowly and teasingly untied the not in the front of her shirt and slowly striped it off to show them a black lacy bra that she got a Victoria’s secret. It also pushed up her breasts slightly giving her a bit more cleavage than normal, both boys looked over her slim and trim body both sporting erections in their pants. Tabby then turned around and slowly slipped her skirt down her long legs and both boys were greeted with the sight of a matching black thong that really showed off her ass to them. She bent over and both boys swallowed at the sight of her like that. Ray felt like his pants might rip open at all of this and Roberto was straining not to touching himself or he might cum in his pants. Tabitha saw the bugles in their pants and smirked, “Say boys why don’t you two get more comfortable and release those guys, I bet they would like to stand up and say high.” Both of them didn’t need to be told twice as they undid their pants and pulled them down and she saw both of their erections. They were about the same but Ray might have been slightly longer but Roberto was slightly thicker. She continued on with her stripping and unhooked her bra and slowly took it off for the boys as they watched her free her breasts. Tabitha was one of the more well developed out of the institute about in the same class as Jean and Rogue and now they could see she really did stack up to those two. They continued on watching, their dicks burned to be inside of her but they controlled themselves this was too good a show not to miss out on. Tabitha had always loved dancing and she was really good at moving her body to the music. When she slipped her thong off and they saw her pussy with a trim blond hair both boys felt like just blowing their load. She just looked so sexy, she started rubbing herself and caressing her body, she was really getting turned on by the power she had over them. They were hanging on every movement of her body and she loved it. She slipped a few fingers inside of her pussy and used her thumb on her clit. They watched as Tabitha’s strip became a live sex show as they watched her getting herself ready. Both boys were slightly stoking their shafts at the sight but slowly not wanting to cum just yet. After the music died she stood in front of them. “Okay boy let’s start this thing off shall we?” “So…how do you want to do this?” Roberto asked and he got his shirt off. “Well…I could do one of you at a time but I want always wanted to be fucked by two boys at one. So one of you can have my pussy but I hope one of you would like to fuck my ass.” She had only done anal with Pietro but she had gotten used to it that night and earlier before they came she had already placed gel in her ass hoping they would say yes. “Well I’ll take that pussy of yours.” Ray spoke up having to wanted to fuck the blond for so long. Roberto shrugged, “Hey I don’t mind a piece of ass.” Truth was he was a bit interested to see how that felt. Tabitha smiled and as Ray lay back on the bed she got over him and slowly lowered herself onto his member placing her hands on his chest. “Oh yeah baby,” She said smiling and wiggled her hips a bit. “Oh god Tabitha, you’re so tight.” Ray had never felt anything tighter. Her wet pussy was like heaven, soft and yet gripped him really nicely. She bent forward a little as Roberto kneeled behind her and parted her ass and placed the tip of his cock against her small opening. He grunted as he slowly placed himself inside of her. “Ohhhh ffffuck!” Tabitha groaned out feeling him enter her, even with the lubrication she had put inside of her it was a tight squeeze and she wasn’t sure if he would split her open with that. She breathing became a little hitched and she was wondering when the hell he would be done. Soon though he finished and as they waited for her to get used to it the burning sensation in her ass faded and she felt much better. “Okay boys let’s get a rocking.” She said. Both boys started off and after a minute they got a nice movement going, when Ray thrust in Roberto pulled out so that she was filled with at least one of their dicks at all time. Ray played with her pouncing tits as they fucked her and she was glad to the extra stimulant. “Uh uh uh uh! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ngh uh oh! God! fuck fuck fuck! yes fuck me boys! Ugh! Ohhh! Shit!” Tabitha was lost in her own world from this it was even better fucking then she had thought. “Talk dirty to me boys, uh. Oh please, ah!” Roberto who was grabbing her hips smiled as he hummed the blond mutant, “Oh yeah you want it? You want out dicks in you don’t you Tabby!” “Fuck yes!” She screamed out. “You like me pounding your white ass huh bitch.” “Uhhhh, yessss.” Ray smiled feeling his orgasm coming closer, they had learned that talking dirty helped at times to heightened the mood and hearing that was getting him off faster so he going in. “You love getting fucked don’t you? You fucking love it. You’re like a bitch in heat tonight aren’t you?” “Yes, yes I am.” She said. “Whose bitch are you?” “I’m yours I’m all yours-OH Shit!” Tabitha felt her orgasm coming closer now and it was the most powerful she ever felt. “I’m…I’m…CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!” She screamed out and Ray felt his dick in a vise like grip and it was too much for him. He exploded inside of her filling her with his cum. They hadn’t used a condom this time but Tabitha had a dew pills and she knew her cycle well enough to know she couldn’t get pregnant for a few days. Roberto felt her super tight ass get even tighter and he managed a few more trusts until he spent himself inside of her filling her bowls with his hot cum. After they were done Roberto got off of her and she got off of Ray. “Damn that was great,” Ray said with a huge smile on his face. “I’ll say, that was defiantly a moment to remember.” Roberto agreed. “Well boys it doesn’t have to end you know.” She smiled at their looks, “Let’s take a little break and try it again, only this time let’s mix it up.” Both boys grinned at that and it wasn’t long until they had Tabitha in a new position, this time Ray was leaning back up against the head slightly with Tabitha facing away from him and he thrusting up into her tight ass as Roberto hammered away at her from her front. She Was screaming out in pleasure her nails racking his back as she enjoyed the ride. And she just wondered how much stamina these boys had? Well she was determined to find out. NEXT UP: 6 DRESS UP FUN Next is some nice role playing fun with costumes with Jubilee and Bobby (those of you familiar with the Marvel vs DC comics will get the in joke implied in this) and Dani and Sam play a little Cowboy and Indians.  

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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: The Lawyer

The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 6: The Lawyer Peter was starting to consider that either something was off with his life or that maybe the universe was playing with him. It would stand to reason that the moment he suddenly gets all these women interested in him, that something will happen and he would be back to being single again. That’s usually how it was with his life. It had been a few days since he and Rogue had had sex in his lab at work and already he had been kept busy. He had ran into MJ and he had lunch with her, things had gone on well enough as they caught up, Peter made no mention of the other women just yet, kind of hard to breach that topic. When the next thing he knew they had ended up back at her place, clothing thrown all over the place and them going at it like crazy, they had been so into it he had nearly taken her right there in her elevator on the way up. Thankfully they got inside before things had gotten out of hand as the way they had been at it, they might have just fucked there or in the hallway and not had bothered to stop if anyone caught them. Peter had to leave later that night as an Avenger call went out, MJ had a nice big smile on her face in bed wishing him luck and to be safe. Then after the mission as soon as he was in his little shower in the Avenger’s Mansion, Carol had jumped him. Thankfully he trusted her to remove any and all devices that he was afraid that Maria Hand person might have placed. There hadn’t been any but it had put Peter’s mind at ease, then just when he was relaxed he felt those breasts push into his back and her hand gently grabbing his dick slowly stroking it. Apparently she wanted a repeat of the shower moment they had earlier only this time in his. Well he had been feeling tired but something about the blonde bombshell being naked with him caused him to feel more energized. So he spent the night in his room and so did Carol, he nearly slept in as they had gone at it until one in the morning. A day after that Peter had tried to keep his distance physically from everyone, he got a call from both MJ and Carol and talked to them, then the next day Rogue called him up. She wanted to get together and Peter set up to meet her. She had worn this really nice summer green dress that really pulled off the southern bell look. He had barely taken his eyes off her as they went on the date, he took out to Central Park were they talked, laughed and had a good time, then he took her to a nice place to eat. It all ended with them back at his place and her riding him like a stallion. There were a few other positions they had tried out too, apparently Rogue was a very sexually starved women. The day after that he ran into Black Cat and well…things eventually led to shed clothing and lots of sweat and grunting. Honestly Peter was lucky he wasn’t walking with a limp or tenderly from all the sex he had been up to lately. Not to mention juggling things around so none of the women might feel he was ignoring them. So he decided to change things up and in his new white and black Future Foundation costume design he was headed towards the FF tower to check in there and help out. Maybe working with the kids or something would give him a little piece of mind. While Peter was putting on his new Spider-Man suit and switched the colors to his FF mode there was someone else on her way to the FF building. Not far away from the Baxter building walking the streets in a business suit and skirt a woman walked the streets and also turning heads. It wasn’t just because she was a very sexual woman but it was also the fact that she was 6’7” on bare feet so in heels she was even taller, a long mane of hair and said hair, skin and eyes were a unique shade of gamma green.  This was Jennifer Walters or as most people knew her was the sensational She-Hulk. Currently she was looking to have a talk with Sue mostly for some help. Jen was currently taking care of her niece, a young teenaged gamma powered girl was currently living with Jennifer and honestly Jen could use the advice of a mother. Hence why she needed to talk with Sue, she was the only mother figure she knew personally who knew how to handle super powered kids. Jen had been a ghost in high school, the shy bookworm that was hard to make friends or go out. It got worse in college when she was getting her law degree, by becoming She-Hulk she had finally got the freedom to really break out of her shell. But how do you handle a girl raised in a possible future where man and women were at war, you were green skinned and could rip apart a building with your bare hands? Add in teenage hormones and drama and Jen wasn’t sure she could deal sometimes. She just hoped that Sue was home and had a moment to talk as she found herself in the front lobby of the Baxter building. Her time standing in for The Thing on the team had given her full access card to the building as she wasn’t stopped (not that many would even dare to try) by security as she headed for the personal elevators. At this point Peter was already on the top floors in his white and black FF outfit looking around. Personally he was hoping that he wouldn’t run into anymore women lately, he just didn’t want to run the risk of someone else and him jumping each other so maybe this was a safe place. Plus he didn’t have to worry about that kind of thing with all the kids around, well he hoped. “Oh there you are, Reed said that the security system pick you up.” Sue Richards came around a corner and saw Spider-Man walking the halls. “Sue!” Peter jumped as she had nearly walked into him. He took a step back as he really hoped something didn’t happen. Although he had a lot of respect for her, she was the pure definition of a MILF, blonde, beautiful and the fact that her figure didn’t show one bit of having two kids. The skin tight uniform didn’t help matters either. “Are you okay?” Sue looked at him wondering about the reaction. “Uh…yeah you just surprised me is all,” Peter really hoped nothing happened, she was a married women with kids after all. What either could see was the third individual standing there, the goddess Aphrodite had been following him today. The past week had been nothing if not entertaining for her although the spell she used on Peter did make any attraction pull the individuals together there were limits. Looking at the blonde woman before her she could see that the woman was already bound by true love. So even if there was an attraction from either of them the spell would not activate as her love made her immune to the effects of the spell. Besides she would never interfere with actual love, it went against her nature. Although if the woman did seem like she could use a bit of fire in her life as a naughty smile got on the goddess’ face. She followed the two as they walked and talked about mortal things that honestly she wasn’t interested in. She was about to act when her senses pick up on something. She paused as she could just feel raw sexual energy coming closer. As the two entered a large living room they found a large green skinned woman there. “Oh what’s this?” Aphrodite smiled widely as she looked at the new mortal. She could sense the power of the woman but also the untapped sexual energy, people like this were just like chocolate to her. This woman was someone that just loved sex and her eyes lit up as she felt her spell slightly starting to pull on Peter and the new woman. “Oh this is just precious,” The goddess nearly laughed as she was planning on getting Peter and the woman alone. “Hey there Sue,” Jennifer waved to the blonde and noticed Spider-Man there in his Foundation uniform. “Hey there web slinger, I like the new look.” “Hey you know me, I like to change things up every few years.” Peter joked. “I always liked you in that white and black suit,” She-Hulk told him although she didn’t say that she liked it because his ass looked great in that suit. “Yeah can’t really wear that anymore,” Spider-Man scratched the back of his head, “Kind of hard to wear that when there is a villain out there with the same costume. I get blamed for enough as it is, I don’t need to complicate things by being blamed for more stuff that isn’t my fault.” “So what’s the visit for?” Sue asked. “I was hoping to get some advice from you to be honest,” She-Hulk admitted to the older woman. “I need some advice on kids.” The Goddess was getting a bit impatient so she got behind the blonde woman and gently started to caress Sue’s body. The blonde woman was barely able to hold back a gasp as she felt her body heating up with desires. She was trying to focus on what Jen was telling her but she was finding it hard. Aphrodite’s fingers gently stroked the area between Sue’s legs as the woman nearly buckled at the sudden pleasure. Sue had no idea what was happening to her only that for some reason she was getting very turned on. She-Hulk noticed her friend’s flushed face and was wondering if something was wrong. “You okay?” Jen asked. “F-fine,” Sue tried to control herself but then her neck felt like when Reed started kissing her there. It almost felt like phantom hands were caressing her body but she didn’t actually feel anything. Her clothing wasn’t moving and although for a moment she swore it was like someone caressed her breast nothing moved. Was she losing her mind? Sue only knew that she felt more and more hot and it was getting harder to focus. She already felt her panties slightly getting wet as she hoped her nipples weren’t showing as she could feel them starting to harden. She crossed her arms over her chest just in case but as they brushed against the sensitive nubs that only made things worse. It was then that she suddenly realized that She-Hulk had been talking but she hadn’t heard a thing. She had to deal with this now, she only knew one way to do it but it felt like if she didn’t get her release soon she was going to lose her mind. “S-sorry Jen I just realized something important I have to take care of. Tell you what can you meet me back here in a couple of hours?” Sue asked quickly. “I have to take care of something and then we can talk all we can.” Sue hurriedly left the room almost running leaving the two heroes perplexed. “Well that was strange,” Spider-Man said first wondering what was going on. “No kidding,” She-Hulk crossed her arms a little disappointed and frustrated. “Damn and I really needed to talk with her.” “Well I know a few things about teenagers, I used to be a high school science teacher,” then noticed the look he was getting from her. “What?” “Nothing just…you didn’t seem the type,” she said honestly with a shrug. “Hey I do have a life under this mask,” Peter felt a little offended by that. “I just meant that all my teachers were all the serious types,” she defended herself. “Well I preferred to get my students interested in my lessons, it worked too. When I was a teacher I had a nice class average going and everyone came in with smiles and asked questions.” He explained. “Tell you what; if you want I can help out if you help me with one of the classrooms. I need to help set things up for a new lesson in the afternoon for all the kids here and it would go along faster with some help.” Jen thought about it, she apparently had some time to kill now so with a shrug she decided to help out. “Alright, lead the way.” She told him watching where he was going. She knew the layout of the building as she used to be a member for the Fantastic Four awhile back but the thing she learned was that this place kept getting modified and rebuilt. She also noticed that as he was walking in front of her that in this new white and black costume did show his nice ass still. She grinned to herself, she had never really thought of Spider-Man too much sexually but she had wondered. -Reed’s Lab- Sue found her husband right where she knew he was, the main lab he used was a huge area filled with more machinery than she could count. She swore that every time she walked into this room something had changed but she couldn’t figure out what some days. She took a quick look around and noticed that no one was inside the lab. That was good as she locked the door behind her, she had no idea why she was feeling so horny but she knew if she couldn’t get to Reed she would have to get to their bedroom and deal with it herself. “Sue is everything alright?” Reed asked he was currently standing on a small platform with several holographic images danced around him showing him various things he had been working on. “Just fine Reed.” She told him as he looked back to his work. “Ah just wondering normally you’re making rounds looking in on all the children students.” “They’re busy at the moment so I wanted to see you.” Reed smiled as he looked at one screen. “Thank you dear, you know it’s good you showed up I think I just found a possible new artificial element that could be created. It’s still only theory but if this works out…” Sue didn’t pay attention to what he was saying all she wanted was for her husband to turn his attention to her. She undid the front of her costume letting it fall to the ground and undid her pants next. Taking off her boots and pants left her only in a pair of blue underwear, she removed those next as now she was standing naked behind him. Despite her age she was still young enough to turn heads, and after giving birth twice she took care of her body. She might have been a little curvier than when she was younger but she knew men still found her desirable. She walked up behind Reed and spun him around she nearly laughed at the surprised expression on his face when she turned him around but then the shocked look when he noticed her nudity was even better. Before he could say anything she captured his lips with her own in a deep passionate kiss. Her fingers slightly ranking the back of his head, she pulled away slowly and with a smirk pushed him back into the chair behind him. “Sue…what…” Reed tried to speak but seeing his wife there naked the kiss and the smoking look in her eyes had all of his attention. “I need you now Reed,” She told him grinding herself against him breathing heavily. “Please fuck me Reed I really need it.” He could feel her hot and wet sex grinding against his own manhood. His mind was racing with all kinds of reasons she would do this, this wasn’t normally like Sue. Of course there had been moments when they had been a little more spontaneous earlier in their marriage but they hadn’t been like that for a few years now. His wife continued to nearly hump herself on him making little moaning sounds as she kissed his neck. For a split second he was considering that this was a Skrull but he put that aside. He could already feel his body reacting to her as she captured his lips and all other thoughts left his mind. It had been a few days since the last time they had a chance to have sex with his wife and Sue seemed to really want it badly. He really didn’t want to disappoint her as a loving husband after all as he kissed her back even more. She clawed as the front of his shirt and if it wasn’t made out of unstable molecules she might have ripped it. Sue finally got the shirt off as she ran her hands lovingly over his chest. Reed might not be build like some men she knew and lord knows that Namor had tried to get her into bed countless times but Reed might have been a bit slim but there wasn’t any fat or his body showing much age. Plus she knew the secrets to some of the amazing things he could do to her body. She pulled her husband’s face to her chest as his mouth latched onto one of her hardened nipples she cried out feeling him suck on it. “More Reed take it all.” She told him as he knew what she meant. His mouth stretched out as soon she found her entire right breast engulfed into his mouth. She cried out even more feeling the wet and warm mouth lavish her entire breast, she felt his tongue larger now as it lathered all over the sensitive part of her chest. She gripped his hair as no man could pull this off as she felt her entire breast being sucked on and played with. Then she felt his hands those wonderful hands as they stretched and grew around her body. Feeling his fingers move around her body like snakes. She tried to keep track of where they went but it was hard to focus. She felt them wrap around her body almost encasing her as her soft skin was being caressed all over. She felt one of them wrap around her free breast gently squeezing it as the tip played with her nipple. Sue then felt one going behind her back down the crack of her ass and dive into her pussy. “Oh god yes Reed!” She threw her head back rocking her hips feeling the digit fucking her. Reed knew how to really push her buttons as she felt the finger inside of her growing and stretching out almost to the shape of a dick inside of her. Only he was using it to rub against her G-spot this only drove her nearly out of her mind. All the sensations of Reed working her entire body both outside and inside nearly was making her mind go blank. She knew some people might wonder why she stayed with Reed sometimes when she had men like Namor and others wanting her. Well this was her answer to them, quite literally no man on Earth or beyond could touch her the way Reed was touching her. With a scream she came hard soaking his finger and crotch area her whole body shaking as she felt her orgasm through her entire body. Reed slowly retracted everything letting go of her breast from his mouth as his wife looked very sated breathing heavily. Her entire tit was wet with saliva as her crotch area for both of them was wet now and he could really feel it as his own hard on was pressing against her slit now. She took a few breaths as she locked eyes with him and licked her lips, “My turn to make you feel good.” She slipped off him and started to pull down his pants. She worked it and his boxers down exposing him as Sue gently grabbed his hardened member. She took a few long licks making Reed moan out as she slowly teased him. “Oh god Sue,” Reed breathed. Sue only smiled at him as she took the tip into her mouth and slowly started to bob her head up and down. She would slowly take him down deeper and deeper an inch at a time as she got used to it. She had to work up to taking him entirely into her mouth as her hand gently stroked his balls. She heard him grunt knowing he was trying not to cum which was fine by her although she wouldn’t mind taking a load from him she wanted this dick inside of her. After giving Reed a decent blowjob she pulled out and with her hand started to jerk him off, “Well you want to shoot your load into your wife’s mouth or would you rather stick this thing into your slutty wife’s pussy?” “In your pussy,” He told her. “Good answer,” She stood up and holding the dick she sat herself down onto it as both moaned as she felt him enter her and he felt her warm flesh surround him. “Oh yes, fuck me darling. Fuck my pussy.” Ever since her time as Malice, Reed had noticed a slight change in Sue. She was normal on most times but when she really got worked up in sex she had this whole other side to her. He never told her but he found it kind of sexy. She started to rock herself onto him holding onto the back of his neck as she grunted with the effort riding him hard. He held onto her waist helping her to fuck herself onto him as both of them started to work up a slight sweat from the effort they were putting into it. “That’s it, fuck me, fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Ram it all the way up into my womb darling, you really know how to fuck your slut of a wife!” She cried out as she rode him hard and fast in his chair. “Oh god you always feel so amazing Sue,” Reed moaned as he matched her pace. “Oh yes! Yes, make it bigger Reed! Fucking split me in two, make me not want another man than you!” She cried out. Reed did that and more as he grew in size slowly feeling her stretch out around him. She screamed out as her body shook knowing she was having a slight orgasm but he wasn’t done as he grew and grew inside of her. “Stop!” Sue told him. “Please stop right there I…I can’t take anymore,” she told him gritting her teeth if he grew any bigger she knew that he might actually start to do actual damage to her body. She groaned as she rode it though and then she felt something else. Reed did this sometimes to surprise her as a bump grew on Reed’s dick, right where her G-spot was located. “Oh fuck me!” Sue screamed as Reed fucked her hard her head bouncing around. “Sue,” He groaned out as his pace only quickened. She knew when her husband was going to cum, “Do it, fill me with your cum Reed!” “Sue!” He called out her name and held her down as she cried out grabbing hold of him as she felt him let loose inside of her. The warmth of his cum setting her off as she knew that he was shooting directly into her womb. The two of them stayed like that as she felt him softening a little as she rested her head on his shoulder. “God Sue what got into you?” Reed breathed out trying to catch his breath. “I honestly have no idea I was just talking with Jen and suddenly I got so horny,” Sue started to lightly grind against his body. “God I haven’t felt like this in years.” “Well it’s nice to know our marriage isn’t going stale,” Reed smiled at her running his hands over her bare back. She moaned in appreciation of his touch as she got off him and went down to her knees. “Sue?” “Well I might not know what got into me but let’s not waste it,” She told him before taking his cum covered cock into her mouth licking and tasting their juices on it. Reed’s head feel back as his hands went to run through her blonde hair. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he wasn’t going to tell her to stop. He could always get back to work another time right now he wanted to enjoy his wife’s mouth around his dick. -Peter and Jen- “It’s nice you’re able to help out with the kids and with Reed and Sue.” She-Hulk told Spider-Man as they walked into one of the smaller labs. This was mainly used as a classroom for the kids as they were setting up for a new class experiment later that day. “I know how hard things had to be for them after Johnny.” “Yeah,” Peter still felt the loss of Johnny it was odd walking around this place and not having him around making jokes. He could see how hard it hit the kids as he was the kind of fun uncle that any kid would want. “I’m just glad I could help out in some way, I know I can’t fill the gap he left but I know how hard it is to lose family.” “Oh, sorry I didn’t know that,” Jen didn’t really know much about Spider-Man personally in fact now that she thought about it she really didn’t know much of anything other than the times they worked together. She hadn’t seen this serious side to him and it was odd, she was too used to him joking around all the time. “It’s alright,” He waved it off. “Actually it was that loss that got me into using my powers to help others.” “Better than my reason,” She muttered to herself when she got her powers she just wanted to have fun originally. She later learned that with her powers she had to use them for a purpose, she still had fun with it but over the years she had matured in the reasons why she used her powers. She looked over at him as he was setting things up over at one of the desks. The room was large and metallic with more science stuff around than she could identify, she was mainly just helping to tidy up and also placed things where he directed them. She was a trained lawyer not a scientist. She left things like that to her cousin Bruce he had been the genius in the family after all even as kids he was always so smart. She caught herself looking at him again how the suit clung to his entire body, he was very fit not overly muscular like a few heroes she could list but still not bad. Peter tried to focus but he couldn’t help but notice She-Hulk’s form and how that power suit of hers really showed her off, especially those long green legs of hers. He saw her bend over and her ass looked great in that skirt. Peter felt himself getting hard just looking at her and he quickly looked away. ‘Damn it, you’ve already in dangerous territory with four other women do you really need this?’ He mentally yelled at himself. Then again She-Hulk was on his list of women that if he could fuck he would do so. He never told anyone his list but everyone had it, of course he never once tried anything with her. She was kind of intimidating given that she was over six feet tall and he at five ten there was a bit of a gap there. Plus the fact she could bend him like a pretzel was another reason but man there was just something captivating about that green Amazon. Jen thought that she caught him checking her out and she kind of liked it, she always liked how she got attention from men. Before she was She-Hulk and plain old Jennifer most people just walked by her like she wasn’t even there. She loved the way men looked at her and desired her and she walked right into their desires. All those years of no one looking at her she just couldn’t help herself. Looking at him she began to wonder what he was like in bed, she never had him before and the fact that she hadn’t had sex in a long time. She had lost her job as a lawyer and then bounced around as a bounty hunter, and was now taking care of a teenaged girl from a future where men and women were at war with each other. In all of that she just didn’t have the time to go out to a club and pick some young stud.  Hell the last time she had sex was with Tony which had been nice but again that had been months ago. The more she thought about it the more she couldn’t stop herself from feeling warm at the thought of sex and with someone new and that was always exciting. She smirked as she unbuttoned her suit and placed it on one of the tables and sat on another crossing her legs and leaning back in as she undid a little of the top of her blouse. “You know I always had this fantasy about having sex in a classroom in school. You know that cute guy in math class or even that young hot teacher.” “Well I’ll admit that I never had fantasies of a guy in math class,” Peter joked trying not to stare too much, since just one more button and he could great view of her cleavage. Although he had to admit he had those kinds of thoughts in high school as well what young man wouldn’t after all. She smiled seeing that he was trying not to look at least too hard, so at least he was a good guy at heart or maybe he was shy? Well she got off the desk and moved towards him slowly, “You know I’ve known you for years but I don’t know much about her personally. I know you joke a lot maybe a bit too much but other than the times we’ve worked together I don’t know the first thing about you.” “Well what can I say, I’m a man of mystery,” Peter told her and he was very aware of her presence now with her right in front of him. He had to look up a bit to meet her eyes. “Well I can think of a way to get to know you more if you’re interested,” She said in a sultry tone as she ran a finger over his chest. “Okay…I think I can see where this is going,” He started to say as he felt his mouth drying up. He really can’t believe this was happening but damn it this was a fantasy of his own right now that he thought he would never get the chance at. “Is there a problem?” She asked wondering if maybe he was already with someone. If he was she was going to feel like such an idiot. “You’re not…with someone are you?” “Well…no not really I had this breakup and th-“ He didn’t get to finished as she pulled up his mask and suddenly locked her lips with his. God they felt great although it was odd as he wasn’t used to the height difference. But he suddenly got more used to it as she got a bit more aggressive pressing up against him, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Damn you are a good kisser there Spider,” She told him running a hand over his chest and she could feel the muscles there. He did have a great body, they weren’t big like some men she had been with but they were still impressive than your average man. “So how do you want to do this?” “Huh?” “With or without the mask,” She clarified. “Oh right,” Peter knew that Black Cat preferred to do it with the mask on as she didn’t really care who he was under it. It did sting a bit that she wanted sex like that but then again he would have to show her who he really was and he had always been careful about who he let in on his secret. Although his breakup made him rethink things, he had kept it secret from Gwen and she had died. He told MJ and although they had been happy for a long time it hadn’t ended well and she had been put into danger countless times. So he went back to not telling Charlie and that blew up in his face when she found out. It just seemed that no matter what choice he made it didn’t work out. She ran a finger over his mouth, “You know for years I’ve always been curious. If you want to keep it on I’ll understand, it might be a bit weird but I’ll respect your choice. Although if you want I can promise I’ll keep any secret.” Peter debated it but it was kind of hard not to think clearly when he was so close to living out a long time fantasy. He really did think about it and in the end he knew that he could trust her, they had fought alongside each other and he felt that he could trust her. He had been learning to give out his secret to those that deserved it, like with some of the Avengers. “Okay but just don’t tell anyone,” He smiled as he pulled off his mask. She looked at him and although he looked like your average guy although he did have a cute side to him but then something was nagging at her. She knew that face if she could just place it...her eyes widened. “Parker! You’re Peter Parker!?”  her jaw dropped as now it suddenly hit her where she knew him from. “The guy that takes pictures of Spider-Man? But how?” She blinked trying to figure it out. “Place a camera on auto shoot before a battle,” Peter shrugged with a grin. “But…but I put you on trail!” She remembered how she had represented Spider-Man in a civil suit against J. Jonah and the Daily Bugle for all the years of bad press. She had put Peter Parker on the stand and was tearing him a new one on the stand as well. Then suddenly Spider-Man called it all off with only Jonah and Parker having to humiliate themselves. “Oh…my…god, it all makes sense now,” She was nearly floored at the revelation. “Do you know how long I’ve been wondering why you threw the suit out the window?” “Yeah well I couldn’t have you both have me win the trail and then throw me under a bus at the same time.” He told her and then she suddenly burst out laughing. “It is kind of funny.” “No not that, well yes that but the chicken outfits?” She nearly had tears in her eyes. “You put yourself through all that just to humiliate him?” “Hey he had it coming and it was a small price to pay,” Peter told her honestly. Jen just shook her head out of everything that had happened the fact that Peter Parker was Spider-Man was something she knew she would be thinking about for days to come. Still she was getting side tracked and she started to unbutton her blouse. “You know I think we’re getting off track here,” She undid the garment and tossed it aside giving him a good look at her purple bra as it held her rather impressive chest. “Well don’t just stand there staring at my tits, give a girl a show Spider-Stud.” That snapped Peter from looking at the nice looking purple bra a nice looking one that seemed to somehow hold and lift her assets. He took hold of his top and pulled it off. “Slowly,” She grinned at him sitting back. “I feel like we need some strip club music going,” Peter slowly took off his shirt trying to make a show of it. He pulled off the gloves and the web shooters next as she took a look over his form. She-Hulk walked forward as she ran her hands over his chest, “Very nice.” “No kidding,” He replied as he was basically looking right at her breasts from his height. She knew that most guys couldn’t help themselves as she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in into her cleavage. She felt his hands running over her spine as he was kissing the area between her large mounds. She liked what he was doing as she ran her own hands through his short brown hair. Peter could feel the large tits next to each side of his face, she smelled great too. They felt very firm with very little give to them not totally hard but there was a bit of a solid feel to them. He couldn’t help it he had to test that ass of hers as his hands went down as he kissed her sternum he reached down and cupped her ass. It was the firmest ass he had ever felt in his entire life as he gave it a few squeezes. Although great he had to see them now, he had to see the pair of gamma twins on her chest and once and for all see how she looked topless. He used one hand and with skilled practice unhooked her bra, given all the times he had done that with MJ alone he had gotten pretty skilled. Jen felt him undo her bra and decided she really needed to free her assets, she needed to feel his hands on her. She pulled him back as she smiled and removed the garment as his eyes went right to her chest. “I know what you’re thinking, green a real shocker,” She smirked commenting on her nipples. “Figured but I always wondered what color,” Peter told her as her nipples were actual a dark green standing out among her bright green skin. “Now I want to know how they taste.” He leaned in and took one of the hardening nubs into his mouth.” Jen laughed at first before humming her appreciation for his energetic response as his mouth went to work hardening her nipple in his mouth. Peter made sure that it was hard before switching to the next one his hands going up to caress both breasts. They certainly were the most firm pair of tits he had ever felt but there was a softness and give to them. “Do that harder I can take it,” She told him caressing his shoulders. He slowly fondled them harder with his hands slowly increasing his strength, one reason to make sure he did it the way she liked and also he was used to slowly using his strength as most of his sexual experiences were with people with more normal bodies. It was only with Carol that he didn’t have to worry about hurting her but he was still used to controlling himself. “Oh yeah squeeze my tits hard that’s how I like it, bite my nipple,” Jen instructed him feeling herself getting worked up. Because her body could take so much punishment she found that she enjoyed herself when things got rough.  She moaned feeling his teeth dig into her nipple as he pulled on it slightly she even felt his tongue running over the nub as well. She wasn’t sure how much more teasing she could take at the moment as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and kicked it away. She pulled him away from her chest wanting to see what he had to work with. “Let me have some fun now,” She told him as she sunk to her knees and judging from the bulge in his pants she was in for a treat. She licked her lips as she slowly pulled off the belt and then slowly pulled down his pants. She saw the boxers and pulled them down and out popped his erection. “Oh very nice.” She ran her hand over it as she couldn’t wait to feel that inside of her but first a bit of a taste. Jen took the tip into her mouth slightly suckling on it. Peter moaned feeling her play with the tip as she was basically suckling on it and running her tongue over it. He leaned his head back to enjoy the sensation of the sensational She-Hulk starting to give him head. Then to his surprise she suddenly took him all the way into her mouth and slightly into her throat. He looked down in surprise as she looked up with him and winked. Only MJ had been able to take him all in like that before. Then she started humming and good god that felt amazing. “Oh shit that feels so good,” He told her running his hands through her long hair. She kept moaning as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth. One of her hands went to her panties as she started rubbing the front of her pussy. Already a small damp spot was there as she starting rubbing it faster as she starting going faster with her head. Then she decided to give him a special surprise as she grabbed his ass and it felt as good as it looked enjoying kneading it and then took his entire cock. She sucked the entire thing and kept it there Peter grabbed her head and she was glad he didn’t cum, some guys did when she pulled this move off as even her throat started working it a little. Eventually she had to stop as she pulled out and gasped for breath a long trail of saliva connected his cock to her open mouth as she wiped her mouth clean. She-Hulk grinned as she laid on her back pulling him on top of her and kissed him deeply. Peter returned it as their tongues battled it out as her hands gripped his ass as his body pressed into her boobs. “Take my panties off,” Jen told him. “I love the feeling of a man taking them off me.” Peter got to his knees as he grabbed the purple garments and pulled them off her long and very toned legs.  He took a moment to run his hands over them, they were very smooth and he could feel the power of the muscles there. Looking down at the green skinned goddess below him she was the perfect blend of muscles and sexuality. She had a perfect sex of abs on her and he couldn’t help but watched her green breasts rise and fall with the dark green tips. Her completely shaved pussy slightly open and wet waiting for his arrival, her face had the kind of movie star quality most women would want. Suddenly he remembered something before they started. “Shit hold on I think I got a condom in my belt,” Peter had started carrying those around given what was going on with him lately he just hoped when he went to get a spare web cartridge he never pulled one of those out. She-Hulk pulled him back down onto her by using her long legs to grab hold of him around his waist, “Don’t worry about it. I had Reed make me a special implant.” “Special?” “My body is filled with gamma radiation and my body can regenerate from damage. Found that a normal one burns up quickly when inside my body so I had to have Reed made me a special one. Now enough science talk and fuck me with that nice cock of yours.” She told him. Although it had been funny how she had to talk to Reed about it, he had been so flustered. She could have tried normal methods but most drugs didn’t affect her unless they were in the kind of quantity that would make a normal woman sick or kill them. Peter adjusted himself and lined himself up with her opening and pushed in. “Oh god you’re tight,” Peter was surprised by the strength of her inner walls as he pushed them apart with his hard rod. Plus she was so much warmer inside than any other woman he had ever felt before. “Oh yeeessss,” She-Hulk moaned feeling him slowly entering her body. “God there is nothing better than a nice hard and big dick inside of me. Push it all in Peter, I want you to fuck me with that thing.” Peter thrust down as hard as he could knowing she could take it and the practice with Carol got him more confident in letting go. She cried out as she spread her legs her hands going to his ass as she helped him to slam into her with nice slow but hard thrusts. “God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me through the god damn floor!” She cried out. Peter had to grunt with effort as he slammed into her as hard as he could, he was thankful that the floors of the building were all reinforced given all the villains that tended to attack the place. He really did try to fuck her through the floor his face was leveled with her chest as he could see her twins bounce with every thrust. He couldn’t help it as he grabbed them again with both hands. “Yes, harder! Grip them harder Peter!” She cried out as she could take his full weight on her chest if she had to without much problem. His hands dug into the firm flesh and gripped them using them as leverage to help him move making her scream out even more. “Talk dirty to me,” She told him as she loved dirty talk it really got her going. “Come on, call me a bitch, tell me to take your huge cock, split me in two with that fucker!” Peter wasn’t used to dirty talk like she most likely wanted but he gave it a try. “Take it, take all my cock in that green pussy of yours!” “Yes, I’ll take it all!” “I’m going to pound your pussy into the shape of my cock!” “Oh god yes! Do it, fuck me hard you Spider-Stud you!” She-Hulk lost herself in her lust as she could feel her orgasm coming. She couldn’t wait to feel that pulsing sensation of his dick as it shot his load all over her insides. “I think I’ve about to cum,” Peter warned her. “Not yet, I’m almost there, just hold out a little longer please!” Peter tried to hold it off but damn it was just so hot and tight around him that it was hard. He tried to think of something else, he thought of baseball then he remembered that game he went to with Carol, that only got him thinking of Carol naked and the sex with her. That was not helping as he tried everything he could think of to get her off. Finally just when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer she screamed out as her back arched up her legs wrapped around him and pulled him into her all the way as their groins touched. Peter couldn’t take it as he groaned out as he finally let loose the cum he had been building up to until this moment. They stayed in that position as Peter felt himself finally empty himself and her legs let go of him and he was able to sit back. He pulled out as his semi-hard cock was slick with both of their fluids as he looked down to see a trail of cum slowly seeping out of her body. Jen took in long breaths as she felt the warmth inside of her she reached down between her legs feeling the liquid rubbing if over her sensitive flesh knowing that much more of it was already inside of her. “That was great,” She purred and looked to see his cock hadn’t totally deflated she also took in his appearance as he was all sweaty but it looked good on him with his slim muscular form. She wanted more from him and repositioned herself to be in front of him now her face looking at his cock. She licked her lips and started to lick his member. “Jeez Jen give a guy a little breather,” Peter told her feeling her tongue work its magic. “Oh does the little spider need a break? I thought you were made of more sterner stuff. “How about I help give you something I know most men would kill for?” “What’s that?” Then he saw he shift up slightly and placed his cock between her green orbs he couldn’t believe it he was getting a titty-fuck by She-Hulk. He moaned as his sensitive sick felt the firm mounds wrap around it. Just the tip was able to poke out between the tops of her mounds and she licked his hot tip. For Peter it didn’t take long for him to get hard from the sensations and the view of one of the most desirable heroic women in the world was doing for him. As soon he was hard she turned around to show her ass to him. “Time for one more round there Stud, now fuck me from behind.” “With that kind of ass who can argue,” Peter told her as he ran his hands over her tone green ass. “You better believe that’s one hell of an ass. Now stick that cock in my pussy and let’s get this party started.” He lined his dick up to her glistening cunt as he thrust himself deep inside of his green lover. He grabbed her hips as he fucked her hard with pulling out nearly all the way and then slamming home filling her up completely. She-Hulk cried out in pleasure matching his pace rocking her large body with him. Peter could see her muscular backside flex up with each thrust as he loved seeing her body as sweat started to coat it. She was loving this, she was a woman that either liked to be in control or liked it when the man took control. So many times men were too intimidated to try and take control in sex but he was doing fairly well so far. He was definitely going into her Top Ten maybe even the Top Five eventually but sometimes she liked it a little rougher. She just needed one more thing to really get off. “Pull my fucking hair, do it!” She-Hulk cried out. “Like this?” Peter asked grabbing her long mane of green hair with his fist pulling it back. “Pull back with every thrust!” “Like that?” Peter said as he thrust forward his hips slapping her ass and pulling back making her head jerk back. “Yes! Just like that, fuck me like that!” She cried out loving the sensation. She always was one for hard sex since her body could really take a pounding. His hips slapped against her ass with enough force the fill the room with the loud slapping noises. The only louder sound was Jen’s screaming as she thrust back as hard as she could in that position feeling him slamming his cock filling her up with every thrust. Peter then got from his knees to his feet and he started to slightly rise himself up changing the position of where he was thrusting into her. He was trying to find her sweet spot as he pulled on her hair with every thrust. “AWWWW!” She suddenly screamed out. “Do that again, fuck me right there!” He tried to find the spot as it took him a couple of thrust but he found it. He found the spot that made her scream out as he kept hitting it over and over again. He was surprised her voice hadn’t gone horse with the amount of screaming she was doing. He was thankful the walls were thick the last thing he needed was someone coming inside thinking she was being attacked. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming so fucking hard!” “Do it, cum on my cock,” Peter told her. She suddenly stiffened as her mouth opened in a silent scream for a few seconds before she found her voice and finally screamed out her orgasm. Peter didn’t slow down as he kept the pace. It took her a moment to realize that he hadn’t finished yet and had an idea of how she wanted it to end. “Finish in my mouth, I want to taste your cum.” “Alright,” He had already filled her pussy with his cum before as he pulled out. “Stand up and grab my hair again,” She told him as he did so. He held her long hair up almost like she was nothing more than a slave girl as she worship his cock with her mouth. He thrust his hips into her mouth so close to cumming himself. “Drink it all you sexy slut, drink it all,” Peter moaned out as she pulled his ass forward as his crotch slammed into her face. She felt his dick pulse and hear him cry her name out as she felt the hot liquid shoot down her throat. She moaned out as she kept swallowing his load, for a guy that just came not too long ago he had a lot left over. She had taken more before but he was getting close to reaching her limit until it ran dry. She pulled out and gave his softening cock a few more sucks taking all of the mixed juices still on it into her mouth and swallowing that too. At first she hadn’t liked the taste of cum all that much for she found that for herself it was an acquired taste. Peter left go of her hair as both of them felt the need to rest up and laid on the floor next to each other. As the two relaxed on the floor next to each other, Jen with a very pleased expression on her face Peter got a more worried look. He looked over at the green amazon and it had been amazing sex like he had always fantasized about although he had been surprised by how she liked it a bit rough. Then he felt the guilt starting to kick in, here he was again with a woman after sex and there were still the others. Jen saw the look on his face it wasn’t one normally she saw after someone had sex with her. “Hey what’s wrong?” Peter cast her a look and thought about what to tell her but when he thought about it she slept with quite a number of people in the past. Maybe she could help him deal with the issues he had been having trouble with. “Well it’s just that,” Peter wasn’t sure where to start so he just picked a spot. “Normally I don’t get much in the sex and relationships. Usually I get a girlfriend and stick with just that.” “Wait you’re not in a relationship are you?” Jen really hoped he wasn’t there was a lot of things she did and she liked sex but there was no way she wanted to get involved with a man that already was spoken for. That was a line she would never want to cross as to her that would be to her instead of being just a sexual person to a full on slut. “No, no nothing like that,” he assured her. “I broke up with my girlfriend and soon after, well I’ve been having more sex with women than ever for some reason.” She arched an eyebrow as she turned to her side and rested herself on an elbow. “So you’re saying I’m another in a long line?” “Well I wouldn’t say long,” he told her. “It’s just that, although I’m not in a real relationship with any of them I’m worried about this. I feel like I’m cheating on them in a way but I’m not. I just feel really confused and what happens when one of them wants something more exclusive?” “Well you better be honest with her and tell her either you’re not ready or if she’s the one you got to break it off with the other girls.” She told him sternly. “I will at least that’s the plan.” She shrugged, “Then what’s the problem? Look that’s all you have to do, if they can’t handle sharing you outside of a relationship then so what? They can sleep around as well too but if they want more from you, either they get it or they have to break it off with you.” “Kind of a liberal attitude to the whole thing isn’t it?” He asked. She fixed him with a look, “Peter growing up I was a lonely and very introverted girl. While everyone was partying in high school and in college I was hitting the books to become a lawyer. I didn’t have sex until my senior year when my dorm mates finally got me out to a party. I’ll be honest I got drunk and slept with some random guy and I felt like such a whore afterward.” “It took me months to get over it and I even heard after the fact that guy was looking for me and wanted to get together. If I had just stayed and talked to him I could have had a decent relationship for my final year. Instead I blew it and it wasn’t until I got my job in a law office someone asked me out and I finally started to come out of my shell.” She sighed as she laid back onto her back. “I spent so many years wasted because I was afraid or thought of what was ‘proper’ for me. It wasn’t until I became She-Hulk that I suddenly felt free for the first time in my life. I suddenly didn’t care what other people thought about me and I realized that I wanted to enjoy my life. So yeah I sleep around but I sleep around because I want to enjoy my life.” “I don’t go seducing every single guy I meet and I do have my standards and things I won’t do. One of them being I won’t get involved with anyone with a wife or girlfriend. Those men are off limits and it has to be a guy I like for some reason. Whenever I do get into an actual relationship then I get serious about them. I don’t sleep around anymore and they get all my attention.” “Sounds like a simple creed to live by.” He told her listening to everything she sounded like she and him were a lot alike back in the day, both introverted people almost shut out from the world. “It is, life doesn’t have to be complicated,” She turned her head to smile at him. “Look you can sleep around as long as it’s something you want to do and when the time to get serious comes then you get serious. That’s all there is to it and you should really enjoy what life gives you, you said that this has never happened to you so might as well not look the gift horse in the mouth since you don’t know how long this will last.” He had to admit she had a point there, knowing his luck this might just end too soon before he could enjoy it or blow up in his face.  Maybe she was right and he had to enjoy it while it lasted, his life usually had a way of screwing with him maybe this was all the years of all the crap he had to put up with that karma was finally giving him his payoff. “So just out of curiosity…how many women are we talking about?” She asked slyly greeting interested in who else he was seeing. “Well…there’s my ex-girlfriend, not sure if the name Mary Jane Watson means anything but-“ He was cut off by her suddenly. “Wait the red head from Secret Hospital, god I used to love that show it went downhill after she left,” She couldn’t believe that he was with that woman. Thinking back on it she did hear something about her with a long time boyfriend who worked for the Daily Bugle. “Think you can get me her autograph? I loved her on that show.” Peter gave a small laugh, “Yeah sure I don’t see that a problem she’s got this new nightclub she’s opening so if you ever want to meet her I could work in something.” “Oh that sounds really nice, okay whose next?” She said getting excited at the juicy details. “Well my other ex-girlfriend Black Cat.” “Wait the thief or is it former thief?” “I’m thinking it’s former but with her it’s kind of hard to tell, plus she only knows me as Spider-Man. She doesn’t care about the man under the mask only Spider-Man.” “Well that’s stupid.” She told him as he seemed like a really nice guy. “Then there’s Ms. Marvel. We went out on a date before but then things just got busy. We never really officially dated but lately things got sexual between us. After her I hooked up with Rogue.” “Wait, Rogue from the X-Men?” She saw him nod as she winced. “Good god you better hope they don’t find out you do know those two have a long and kind of nasty history between them right?” “Yeah I know.” Peter moaned as he really hoped they never met up. “Plus Rogue doesn’t know I’m Spider-Man I think she’s just looking for a nice normal guy and…I kind of don’t want to spoil that for her.” “Dangerous walk there,” She shook her head. “So anyone else?” “Besides you? ” “Besides me,” she smirked. “Nope.” As the two heroes stared up at the ceiling She-Hulk couldn’t help but feel like she had forgotten something, why had she come here before? She suddenly slapped her forehead as she had completely forgot about asking Sue for advice. “What?” Peter asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to deal with a super powered teenager do you?” “Not as such no, I was a high school teacher if that helps?” She paused, “Maybe I’ll hit you up on it for later. First I think I need to track down Sue and ask her for some mom advice. Although I’ll have to get dressed first,” She got up and started shorting out her clothing but paused when she felt eyes on her. “See something you like?” She flirted with him. “Quite a lot actually,” Peter said looking at her firm ass and naked back as she was starting to bend over. She grinned at him, “Later there Webs, let a girl get some work out of the way, we can play again later.” “Sure thing,” Peter told her as she found her panties and passed them to her as he then next found his boxers. “Thanks for the advice by the way.” “No problem just remember life is so short, I wasted a lot of opportunities and I don’t like to waste them anymore. So just enjoy yourself.” “I think I will,” Peter started to feel a bit better, yeah sure he wasn’t some kind of gigolo or Tony Stark but after talking with her she started to feel a bit better about what was going on. Next up Chapter 7: The Mercenary