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I was running my normal route through the park. Work was hell and the cool night air kissing my skin helped me to relax. The music was blaring through my headphones and drowned out my feet striking the concrete path with each stride. My running trainers with their spongy soles cushioned each step, making the run easier on my ankles and feet. Glancing down at my smart watch I’d already covered a mile and a half, pleasantly surprised at how much energy I had left, I knuckled down and pushed on. The tight dark blue fabric of my exercise tights clung to my long, toned legs, round thighs and sculpted ass. A matching sports bra gripped and held up my D Cup breasts which swayed and jumped as I ran.

I went on for another half hour before rounding a corner, resting my hands on my hips and leaning back, filling my lungs with deep breathes. If I wasn’t looking up into the night sky I wouldn’t have noticed it. A tiny, twinkling light. It quickly became brighter than all of the other pinhole white lights of the stars. Growing in size until it looked to be about the size of a small car, it disappeared behind the trees and thudded into the ground. I tore my headphones down and ran towards where it had impacted. This town was small, the kind of one where everyone knew everyone and I knew the family that owned the airstrip. That was my first thought, it was a downed aircraft.

The crash site was illuminated by small fires that burned on fragments of whatever had crashed. I’d had to stray from the park path and put myself in and amongst the trees. Adrenaline surged through my body, reinvigorating tired muscles and sharpening my senses. I took out my phone. Damn! No signal. Creeping forward, there was a small crater but it wasn’t a plane that was nestled at the centre. A strange, long, rectangular object. Battling against fight or flight, I padded the floor around the edge of the small crater, watching my footing as I approached. It was metal, black, glossy and shimmered in the dim moonlight. I reached out my hand and could feel the burning heat coming from it. This close, it must’ve stood about nine feet tall and was a lot wider than it had first seemed.

I snapped a picture on my phone before raising it into the air, hoping to find even one bar of signal to make a call. Unbeknownst to me, this long metal tube had opened at the end that was buried beneath the ground. This was a vessel and whatever it was carrying slithered out. Insect in nature, its hardened carapace layered along its back escort bayan şirinevler was a dark earthy brown. Legs were spaced equally along either side of its slender body. Antenna twitching at the front, sensing its surroundings, it began to burrow forward using two front enormous mandibles.

The ground beneath my feet churned and I leapt backwards, screaming, frantically looking down to see what had happened. I’d tossed my phone and heard it land somewhere close which took my eyes away from the ground for a fraction of a second. This is when it surfaced, and as soon as it sensed that I was unaware, it pounced.

It was a blur of a large shadow that swallowed my entire vision. The legs dug into my body and gripped tight. This thing stretched from my crotch all the way up to my face. Stumbling back my heel caught against a tree root or rock and sent me tumbling. I hit the dirt and the creature hissed, momentarily shaken loose. I fought it back as the opportunity arose, pushing against its squishy underside.

“Someone help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The antenna whipped around and tickled against my face. It’s mandibles opened up wide, revealing a fleshy mouth like hole that cracked and opened up wide. A long pink tube, bulbous at the tip and covered in slime slithered out and snapped back and forth in the air. As the creature was pushed to be closer to my face the horror of what it wanted soon washed over me. I fought back and struggled with greater urgency but the fatigue in my muscles grew stronger with every passing moment. I could feel it’s fleshy underside rubbing up against my abdomen and chest, something was being secreted as a gooey substance started to lather up my exposed skin.

The creature suddenly reared up and backwards, as it did, the sharp points to its legs tore away my sports bra, freeing my tits and exposing them to the cold of the night. Doing so drew its attention down to my heaving chest and before I could cover myself up it fired forward with blistering speed. It’s huge mouth closed around my right breast, forming a tight seal and sucking hard. Arcing my back, I squealed at the intense sensations shooting through my body. Small twinges of pain mixed in with a flood of pleasure. As soon as my nipple got hard, which didn’t take very long, I felt a small prick and the creature reeled backward once more.

Warmth spread across my chest. Both of my nipples quickly shot bahçeşehir escort up and became rock hard. I was desperately fighting off the hunger and lust for them to be played with, to give into these invasive and horny thoughts. The creature repeated the same act on my other breast, to which I groaned louder. After I felt the same prick, the warmth spread across my entire body. Saliva built up in my mouth. My crotch quickly became hot and wet. A numbness spread throughout and I started to sink into this state of bliss.

I furrowed my brow as the creature’s pink tube slithered from its mouth again, except this time I hungered for it for, I wanted it inside me. As if it read my mind, the mandibles clicked together before it thrust itself forward. The bulbous tip pushed it’s way in past my slack jaw and wrestled my tongue down. It thrashed about, pushing up against the inside of my cheeks before slithering down my throat. I gagged hard, eyes watering as it filled my oesophagus and pumped back and forth with a lustful vigour. It’s mandibles clamped around the back of my head and forced my face closer, further pushing that slimy appendage down my throat. My entire body was burning with lust. I winced and squirmed as it’s soft underbelly rubbed up against my erect nipples, sending bolts of electricity down my spine and igniting my core. My clit throbbed and pulsated as it rubbed up against the coarse fabric of my pants. I could feel the wetness seeping through my leggings, crying out to be fucked.

The creature continued to pound my throat, periodically leaving a tiny gap for me to breath before suffocating me with it’s girth by plunging back down. I forced my eyes shut, swimming in ecstasy. The disgust and fear I had initially been overwhelmed by had all but been diminished. Abruptly the creature stopped and I felt the tube swell and expand, unleashing a torrent of ooze into my stomach. My muffled groans and pleads became gargled as the liquid it was depositing inside me started to overflow, trailing out from the corners of my mouth and nose. Just as quickly as it had forced itself down my throat it retreated and I took in a huge gasp of air. My head lulled to the side. I hadn’t noticed that the corners of my eyes had become blurry, I’d been so close to passing out but didn’t care.

Slowly I looked down, feeling the creatures pointy legs skitter over my abdomen. Crawling down onto the ground it spun about to face my başakşehir escort heated crotch. Instinctively I lifted my legs as it’s mandibles tore at the tough fabric of my leggings. I watched with feverish anticipation. Biting my lip I took hold of my hard nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing and rolling it around. The long pink sexual organ appeared again and my entire body shivered with excitement. It flashed forward, mandibles clawing at my hips, forcing me in closer. The bulbous tip thrust up against my panties that it had failed to remove. I winced and tried to shuffle back, fumbling to pull them to the side but it wasn’t about to wait. The appendage, wrapped in my panties, coerced it’s way inside my cunt. My lips were so wet it easily slipped in, my panties quickly tore and allowed it to thrust deeper. I fell backwards again, closing my eyes and writhing in the dirt. It poked and prodded at my walls and glided up to my womb.

Digging my nails into the ground, I could feel my cervix flex and my lower area bulge as the creature forced more of it’s length and thick appendage inside. It didn’t take long for the entire thing to throb and swell. The copious amounts of ooze stretched me out further than I ever thought possible. An orgasm didn’t seem possible but out of nowhere it crashed up against my body and I wailed at the sheer amount of pleasure it gave me.

I was a mess as it retreated. It’s juices spilled out of nearly all of my holes. I’d never experienced anything that even came close to what just happened. My mind raced and still, even after all of this, I still had a lingering hunger to be used. The creature’s body twitched and it hissed, crawling back up my body I dutifully laid still and patiently waited to see what it’d do next. The same tube appeared from it’s mouth. This time, another also protruded at the other end. This time they were gentle, slowly crawling back into my mouth and vagina. My eyes rolled back as that familiar taste and feeling washed back over me. The tubes pushed in deep, planting themselves in the ooze that the creature had previously filled me with. Huge circular bulbs emerged and slid down the inside of the tube. I watched as it struggled up against my jaw, pushing it open and sliding down my lubricated throat. The same could be said for my cunt. I was so wet the large shape easily pushed itself passed my lips and emptied into my womb. This went on for a few minutes. My stomach had expanded and a small bump had grown in my tummy.

When the creature finished, it swiftly scuttled away, disappearing into the brush. I laid there, covered in it’s slime, filled with it’s semen and eggs. The warmth and bliss began to wear off and the swirling maelstrom of lust that’d blinded me diminished. I looked down to fully take in the bulge in my tummy, reeling in confusion. What had that thing done to me?

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Main Pairing: M Half-elf x MtF Mewmi (Race with cat-like ears, eyes, and a tail)

Main Kinks/TWs: Casual sex, alcohol use, catgirls, muscle/body worship, Cock/ball worship, cumshots, oral, rimming, anal, rough sex, dominant woman

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What good would a tavern be without the sounds of raucous laughter, clinking tankards, or an occasional drunken brawl? There were no pretenses at the Bottomless Barrel. Located between two major cities, it was the perfect spot for adventuring parties to wind down from a long journey, or for shady merchants and tavern wenches to peddle their wares. The air was thick with scents of sweat and alcohol.

However, no proper tavern would be complete without the plucking of strings or songs depicting heroic tales of old.

“And that, my ladies, was the tale of how I escaped capture from the orcs by seducing their chieftess — for even the coldest, most war-hardened of hearts may be melted by song and story.” Arryn concluded his tale with a theatrically wistful sigh. His hanging ears were elven in appearance, but not quite long enough to be full-blooded. Setting down his lute, he took a healthy swig from his tankard.

Sitting at the bard’s table were two women enraptured with his story. One of them was a goblin kicking back her fourth or fifth mug of the night — for how small she was, it was a wonder she was still conscious. “Woooow! Did you reeeeeally lay with an orc?” she slurred.

“I can’t even imagine. It must’ve been so terrifying, and the smell…” The other girl, a human brunette, scrunched her nose.

Arryn flicked a lock of silky dark hair out of his face, smiling at the girls. “Let’s just say it was an encounter neither of us shall forget. My prowess shook her, for none of the males in her harem were as tender a lover as I. Sometimes I still think of Gragurtha, but alas… Such a love could never be.”

The goblin girl’s ears flopped down her shoulders. “That’s sooooo sad! Aah, forbidden love…” she sniffled.

The human lady chewed on her lip. “Speaking of unusual encounters, I’ve never been with an elf before…”

Arryn could’ve mentioned he was only half-elf, but chose not to. His walnut brown eyes danced across the two smitten women. There was a certain stereotype about bards… And well, sometimes there was no shame in living up to expectations. It’d been a long night of singing and drinking, and he couldn’t imagine a better way to cap it off than sharing a bed with two lovely ladies.

That was however, until the tavern doors swung upon, and his attention was abruptly seized.

Her appearance turned more than a few heads. There was a powerful, imposing air to her — she was taller than most, with sunkissed brown skin signature to those of the southern sands. She wore a short cuirass made from leather and animal hide that ended below her chest, bearing her muscular midriff. A matching armor skirt hung around her waist. It was clear from her strength and stature that she had to be a warrior of some sort. The sword hanging from her hip gave it away too.

In an instant, Arryn forgot about the two girls pining for his attention. Now she was the sort of beauty that songs were born from.

Dark brown hair was cut short above her shoulders… And rising from her head were a set of furred, distinctly feline ears. Her eyes were similarly catlike, with diamond pupils flicking across the bar. A striped tail could be seen just underneath her skirt.

She was a mewmi — a race of catlike people descended from sphinxes, rarely seen far from their homelands. Arryn had never seen one in the flesh.

More importantly, he’d never bedded one of their women. There were countless stories of their exotic, catlike grace, and he was inclined to believe those accounts were true just by finally gazing upon one.

In his travels, Arryn had no shortage of carnal encounters to reminisce upon. Humans and dwarves? There was barely a land in Amoura where you couldn’t find one. Kobolds and goblins? Hell, go to the right places and it was more of a challenge not to have one or two in your bed. He’d even laid with a few lizardfolk here and there. One of these days he would need to find a drakon to round out his personal quest.

But the opportunity to bed a mewmi had simply never come up… Until now.

As the feline woman made her way to the bar counter, Arryn stood and addressed the two girls with a smile and a bow. “Ah… It’s been a pleasure, truly, but I have some other matters to attend to.”

“Aaaw! Really?” The goblin whined.

“Are you sure? I was going to buy a room…”

Arryn offered one last apology before taking his lute and heading to the bar counter, seating himself about five stools away from the mewmi. He motioned for the barmaid.

Luna, the dwarven woman running the bar, cocked her head and gave him a curious smile. “Everything alright, elf? I coulda swore you had those lasses just about ready to tear yer’ trousers off.”

“Oh, let’s just say tonight’s song has taken a different turn. I feel a purr in escort bayan bahçelievler my heart.” Arryn motioned to the newcomer.

“Yeah, more like in yer’ cock. You bards only got one thing on your mind, I swear,” Luna said as she rolled her eyes. “And that thing is pussy… in more than one sense, given the case.”

Chuckling, Arryn flicked a silver coin onto the counter. “Glad we have an understanding. Now could you get our fine feline some ale? Courtesy of yours truly.”

Luna groaned, but accepted the money and left to prepare a drink.

Arryn watched the scene play out, from her pouring the tankard and sliding it to the unsuspecting mewmi, to the dwarf leaning in to whisper something. Those feline ears twitched. She turned to the half-elf and gave him a curious look, her plump lips rising with just the slightest hint of a smile. Raising the glass, she brought it to her lips and tipped it back, inhaling gulp after gulp of ale until the tankard was empty. She then turned and gave him a much more pronounced smirk, flashing him a hint of feline teeth.

Oh? A challenge? A fire lit up in Arryn’s chest as he called the barmaid over for another drink. Elves weren’t exactly known for holding their alcohol very well, but Arryn had once even beaten a dwarf in a drinking contest.

Okay, maybe they were only half-dwarf, but still.

Arryn confidently chugged back his ale until he saw the bottom of his mug, slamming it down to the counter with a grimace. “Another!”

The mewmi laughed and did the same.

“If you throw up again yer’ cleaning it,” Luna sighed.

“T-that only happened once… Annnd it wasn’t the booze…” Arryn protested, his fair cheeks and hanging ears now flushed red with a drunken blush.

Tankard after tankard was emptied between the two dueling bar patrons, until the mewmi laughed and motioned for him to sit by her.

Arryn eagerly accepted the offer. Stumbling a bit on the way there, he fought through the haze of drunkenness enough not to fall and make a fool of himself. “Have I proven myself worthy of this lady’s presence?” he giggled.

She cackled and ruffled up Arryn’s hair. “You’re a funny little elf, you know that? I’d heard you bunch were all snooty prim and proper types.”

“Oh, I assure you there’s much more to me you might not expect. Perhaps I could show you, if you don’t have any other plans~” Arryn winked at her.

“Hmmph. Not one to dance around the point — I can admire that. Or is it just all that liquid confidence talking?” The mewmi scratched her chin, feline eyes giving the half-elf a good lookover. “But I should tell you… You’re not the only one with surprises.”

“Luckily for us, I adore surprises.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that, elf? What if…” A clawed hand reached for his, taking and guiding him across her thigh. “My surprise is…” She took him lower and lower under her skirt, his breath hitching with anticipation.

And then, he felt it. A meaty presence between her legs, throbbing against the slightest brush of his fingertips. A cock — and from what Arryn felt, an impressive one at that.

“…That I’m not just packing one sword?” she finished, biting her lip and closely watching his face.

Arryn paused. He blinked with surprise, face going blank… Before his lips curled into an excited and undeniably pleased grin, dashing any hints of doubt the mewmi might’ve held. His fingers tightened around her girth. “If that were the case… Then I’d say I’m actually quite adept at handling swords. Even got somewhere for you to sheath it.”

She hissed through her teeth, blood rushing to the mast hidden under her armor skirt. “Very well, elf. Been a while since I’ve found a man with your taste in swordplay.” The mewmi grinned and stood up, motioning Arryn to follow. “I assume you’ll be covering our room.”

“Of course — I’m still a gentleman.” He nodded. As the pair headed upstairs towards the lodging, he tossed a careless handful of coins onto the inkeep’s counter. “Then again, I suppose it’s not very gentlemanly to bring a lady to bed without knowing her name. So, whom do I have the pleasure of acquainting with?”

She snorted in amusement. “Lionna. What about you?”

“Call me Arryn. Hmm, Lionna…~” He let the name linger on his tongue. “Beautiful, but fierce. It would sound lovely in a song…” Arryn mused. Following behind Lionna, he let the alluring sway of her tail and hips be his guide as they looked for a room.

Once they found one unoccupied, she pushed him inside first before entering and shutting it behind them. Now, the chatter and commotion of the bar were but a memory fading into the background, and half-elf and mewmi were finally able to focus on each other.

“E-eager aren’t we?” Arryn chuckled and set down his lute.

She didn’t answer him right away, instead getting started undoing the straps on her cuirass. “…Took a lot not to just shove your face under my skirt back at the bar. You wanted escort bayan kayaşehir my attention, elf — now you have it. Hope you don’t end up backing down,” Lionna flashed him a toothy smile. With the top half of her armor undone, she tossed it aside with a sigh of relief. She stood fully topless for him to admire, sporting bountiful, perky breasts that stood firmly on her muscular frame, as well as her deliciously toned and defined abs.

Arryn licked his lips as if eyeing up a meal — and the main course hadn’t even been unveiled yet. He hurriedly followed suit and pulled off his tunic. The half-elf’s body type could easily be seen as being svelte, if not even a tad feminine, with his supple pecs, flat stomach, and slender waist that widened out into some wonderfully girlish hips. Both of his nipples were pierced with a set of shiny gold barbells.

The next to go were his slacks, kicked aside unceremoniously. The half-elf’s arousal was obvious to spot as he stood at nearly full attention. Arryn’s endowment was nothing to scoff at, and had pleased many a lady over his years as a traveling bard.

Of course, his cock wasn’t the focus here.

Hers was.

And when Lionna shoved off her skirt, Arryn’s throat went dry and his jaw fell agape.

It sprung from between her thighs like a pillar of stone. The dark flesh throbbed powerfully in time with the mewmi’s heartbeat, a tapestry of bulging veins mapped across the surface. Hanging just below were a set of heavy, full-looking balls. A tuft of dark hair was situated above her cock.

Without a doubt, Arryn had never borne witness to a more glorious spire of flesh than the one she possessed.

“Still think you can handle me, elf?” Lionna chuckled and delighted in his awestruck expression. Lifting her cock with a finger, she let it spring forth stiffly, bobbing and twitching before his hungry gaze.

Arryn fell to his knees. “I could write songs of its girth and majesty, Lionna. But for now… I do believe your sword could do with a bit of polishing~”

“Yeah, agreed. I can make you sing later,” she said. Standing over the kneeling elf, Lionna expectantly positioned her tremendous length over his warm, rosy red face.

Arryn didn’t have anything clever to say to that, not with such a magnificent cock waiting — no — demanding to be tended to. There was only indulgence on his mind. He began by leaning in past her cock and nuzzling into the hefty sack with a groan. His eager tongue flicked across the taut skin as he breathed in deep of her natural, richly strong aroma. Wrapping his hand around her cock and steadily pumping back and forth, he kissed and suckled on her balls.

“Fuck… Eager little thing aren’t you?” Lionna hissed, just standing and watching him explore.

He answered her with firm suckles on her nuts and a flurry of licks against the underside of her sack. A layer of saliva settled on her sack and bathed it in a glistening wet shimmer as Arryn’s lips drew upwards, puckering against firm cockflesh as they journeyed up the shaft. “Mmmwah…~”

There could be no doubt — Arryn was outright worshiping her cock. Every kiss, every lick and suckle was delivered with such palpable admiration for Lionna’s throbbing spire. He cupped and cradled her wet ballsack, massaging the swollen jewels held within. His lips smooched underneath the meaty cockhead as he reached the tip, greeted with a throb and a dollop of pre rolling from the slit, which he eagerly lapped up.

“By the great sphinxes, fuck… I thought I might end up paying the brothel a visit, but here I am with a cute little elfy slut fawning over my cock,” Lionna said. She held onto his head and dug her claws into his hair to urge him further.

Of course, Arryn certainly didn’t need any extra encouragement. Drunk on the salt and musk of her cockflesh, he wanted more — he had to open wide to have any hope of taking in that massive dick, but he pressed on valiantly, feeling her meaty girth stretching his lips. His tongue danced all around underneath the head and dipped under her foreskin, sucking hard on every inch that descended into his maw.

“Mmmhhnn…~” The half-elf whimpered. His own cock was painfully aroused, throbbing and drooling pre onto the floor as he squirmed. Without thinking, he reached between his legs to stroke himself.

That was, until Lionna grabbed his wrist. “Did I say you could touch yourself? You’ll cum the right way — when I’m going balls deep in your tight elven ass. Understand?”

“Mmmh-mmhm!” Arryn gurgled around her shaft, hand shaking as he instead used it to pump the base of her dick.

“Aahhn… That’s good… I’m glad we’re at an agreement. You’re a good sword polisher, but I’ll need you to be a little more thorough than that,” Lionna said with a wicked grin. Her hands suddenly found purchase right around his ears.

Arryn barely had any time to steel himself before being savagely plunged down the mewmi’s cock. Engorged flesh stuffed his escort türbanlı mouth and speared into his throat, forcing a wet gag as he struggled. He held onto her thigh to keep steady while continuing to stroke and pump her base.

“Mmgh… Mghhlk… Ughlp… Uuhlk…!~”

Hot tears brimmed at his eyes. There was nothing the half-elf could do when faced with such monstrous virility, so completely and utterly submissive. No mercy was shown as she conquered his quivering throat with each plunge. Her heavy balls started hitting his chin repeatedly.

Above him, Lionna panted, shimmering droplets of sweat rolling across flexing muscles. “Fuckin’ take it you little elf bitch…!~” she hissed with pleasure, her grip on his ears tightening.

Over and over and over, Lionna treated his mouth like a warm and willing fuckhole that existed for no purpose besides her own pleasure. Was it comfortable? Not necessarily, but that didn’t matter in the slightest to either of them. Arryn struggled for air and his jaw started to ache, but he didn’t dare stop.

“Oh shit… Nnngh…!” Lionna huffed. “Fuck me, I’m nearly there! Don’t think I ain’t got another load ready for you, elf!”

His eyes widened and a gurgling groan rumbled around her raging cock. He could feel it — it swelled between his lips and throbbed constantly, veins bulging, pre-drooling into his mouth.

Lionna fucked his face ruthlessly. Obscene noises came with each thrust, wet gags and gurgles, while the mewmi hissed and moaned with the growing pressure in her loins. There was no additional warning as she finally tugged herself free of his throat. Arryn was left to cough and suck in gasps of sweet air, now face to face with a turgid mast that looked ready to erupt.

She wrapped her hand around it and pumped furiously. It was a sight to behold, watching her stroke that spit-soaked cock, face contorted with determination, balls slightly swaying as she pumped into her hand.

By the Goddess did he want to simply marvel at her, but Arryn knew to prepare himself for what was to come. He positioned himself with his head tilted upwards and cupped his hands under his chest, opening wide.

“Nnngh… Here it comes elf… Fuck! FUCK!”

A molten hot ribbon of white spat from the cocktip. It landed squarely across his face just as Arryn shut his eyes, splattering against fair skin and running down his lips and chin in a pearly white mess. Another rope smacked his cheek, and another smacked his lips and splattered against his tongue, giving him a taste of strong, salty girlcum.

As Lionna pelted him with her seed, Arryn presented himself as her sole target. His face was decorated in white like some kind of lewd pastry. She even made sure to get some streaks hitting his girlish chest, grinding her cockhead against a pierced nipple to coax out the last of her load.

“Oh goddess…~” Arryn whimpered. When he was sure Lionna was finished, he opened his eyes to marvel at the sticky hot mess plastered over his face, chest, and body.

“H-heh… Hehe…” Lionna gasped, her feline ears twitching. “You know… If this whole fighter thing doesn’t work out, I think I’d make a pretty decent painter.” She grinned. Admiring her own obscene handiwork, she scooped up a wad of cum off Arryn’s chest and held it to his lips expectantly.

And just like a good, obedient little elf, he was more than happy to suck it right off her fingers.

“Tasty, ain’t it?~” she said. Grabbing a rag from the dresser, she tossed it over to him. “Get yourself cleaned up, you dirty little elf. I’m not finished with you yet~”

“I’d be disappointed if you were~” Arryn sampled another dollop, savoring the gooey treat on his tongue for a moment before he committed to cleaning up. As he worked on wiping up the bounty of cum, he couldn’t help but stare.

Somehow, her cock was still stiff as a lance.

As soon as Arryn tossed away the soiled rag, Lionna hoisted him back onto his feet and threw him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. She flipped him onto his stomach and positioned him so his ass was hanging off the edge.

“Now, for the main attraction~” Lionna licked her chops. She took greedy handfuls of plush half-elven ass and kneaded his soft rear cheeks. And then, she spread them wide, eyeing his tight, quivering pink pucker.

Arryn’s ears fell flat against his head and burned red with embarrassment. It wasn’t often that someone could make him feel so vulnerable, but as Lionna inspected him like a piece of meat at the butcher’s, he couldn’t help but whimper.

“Ooh, you look delicious… I wonder what elf tastes like…~”

Looking over his shoulder, Lionna’s face disappeared under the contour of his asscheeks. She shoved her face against his quivering backdoor and dragged her tongue across the outer rim. Warm, wet lashes were interspersed with hot breaths rolling across sensitive pink.

“Aaahn…!~” Arryn buried his face into the bedsheets.

It had been ages since anyone did this to him.

There was a palpable hunger in the way Lionna devoured his asshole. She smooched and suckled on his rim, shifted lower to kiss his taint, and then slobbered all over the smooth backsack. She alternated between those three zones with an unpredictable rhythm. His hole, taint, and sack were all given equal attention and surely left glistening with spit. “Mmmh… Rrrghm…!~” Lionna slobbered against his pucker.

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Ruby Goddard gave up on her pregnancy tests. After pissing on three dozen the calculations were even 50/50. For every negative there was a positive. It was driving her nuts. She could only urinate so much in a day. Her frustration led to a sleepless night. Between the stress of the tests and the loss of Jack her heart just wasn’t into it. Heading to her quarters she sits down on her bed and breaks out Jack’s wedding band. Her thoughts on he giving it to her made her even more depressed. This was the ring his wife Renee had given him. It wasn’t meant to be in Ruby’s possession.

Regardless she kissed it before stashing it in her luggage. Enough was enough. She couldn’t bear to admire it too long or she would break down. Sighing she stretches out on her mattress and tries for a nap. After thirty minutes she gives up. There was only one thing that might tire her out. A thorough workout. It was still dark outside so a run was out of the question. However a lengthy workout with her punching bag might do the trick. Then it came to her, she had an immortal Roman and a Guard Dinosaur outside. If there were any dreads in the night they would keep her safe. Not to mention with it being so close to dawn no Vampire stragglers would dare be out when the sun rises.

Leaping to her feet and stretching like an athlete she slips on a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and sporty bra. Nothing racy just plenty of support. Pinning her red hair back she was ready. Heading to the bridge she lets down the ramp and scurries down it. All seemed quiet. The cows were sleeping still. A relaxed T-Rex smells her arrival with recognition and lays it’s head back down. That in itself worried her. How long before that carnivore would regain its appetite for meat? Only a matter of time.

A short jog to her localized Gym in a cargo container she opens it up and winces at its unoiled hinges. Inside she had set up lightning bug jars just as James uses on occasion. They would be her light until dawn. The container was resting right where the sun would rise and shine upon her. A magical presence in her mind.

Applying tape to her hands like a true boxer from the salvaged fitness equipment she then put on her gloves. Tapping the mitts together she circles the hanging punching bag. Brand new the bag still had strength. That made her have to punch harder to gain any true effects. Fevered after ten minutes of constant attacks upon the bag she drifts back in thought. Back to visions of he Dad and brothers teaching her how to box. Bruises and busted lips were a daily thing. Not by abuse but by her drive to be the best. Her brothers looked worse.

Fond memories indeed. From family back to Jack. His leaving still upset her more than she could admit. She knew it wasn’t his plan to be cursed but he did. Driving him away from his love ones. It seemed that only magical beings could approach Jack. Gaicazar and the T-Rex. She didn’t know until after Jack left that James was able to reach Jack by gravitational means. Yet, each day Jack was shoved further out toward the desert.

Everyone realized he was doing the right thing. It would have been miserable for all of them to see. Still, it bothered Ruby to no end that she might be carrying Jack’s baby. His leaving was tearing her up inside. The stress must be terrible on the infant within. Feeling what she felt. Then it dawned on her that even her workout might hurt the baby. Yet, right now she couldn’t stop. She needed this release way too badly.

Overrun by thoughts she doesn’t realize her speed and strength increasing with each impact. The punching bag was sinking in on itself. Stitching was threading under so much force. Even the fireflies were ceasing their glow in favor of another. Beneath Ruby’s shirt her belly spells the letters P O.. She fails to notice. Nor care. Her energy levels were all she felt. Without realizing just how ramped up they were. Sweating dramatically she pounds the bag in rapid jabs. So rapid the bag tries to evade her yet collides with the containers wall behind it. Dropping back for more each time.

The noise level attracts the notice of Antonaeus Gaicazar on his rounds. Moving in to investigate he is joined by Malcolm Brand. Both were witness to a light show like no other. The glow from the cargo bin blinding but brilliant. As if an aurora borealis of gold energy. The two men looked at each other with awe. Since when did the Colonel display power?

Gaicazar turns to his sides. They had been circled by rabbits. Literally dozens. He puzzles at the connecting fur balls each touching the other. Creating a glowing circle around them. Malcolm too notes the situation then hears a loud hum. Looking up the cargo container was so full of light that all he could hear was her devastating punches. Then, out of no where a dust cloud. Her punching bag had ruptured and the sand within reached out for escape.

This was followed by the screech of gnarled metal. The cargo container was coming apart. Vibrations enough to create ripples of bending steel. A lull of peace. escort bayan beykent Then the unexpected shockwave. The container walls falling all around Ruby Goddard. Standing there amid her own blinding glow she looks at her hands. Her gloves were shredded. Her clothing smoldering on her body. Close enough to nude now that her core body temperature had caught them on fire.

The rabbits had kept the two men safe from debris. The firefly jar rolling into the rabbits and bouncing off the invisible field of protection. As soon as Ruby begins to fade she had an expression of fear.

“What just happened?” She shivers toward Malcolm and Antonaeus. Both shrug and again share a glance of disbelief.

Dust settling her tummy expressed the glowing letters of O and W. Malcolm pointing it out for her to notice. He was still awestruck by her power play. That and the fact his Commanding Officer was naked. The rabbits broke formation and hopped away. Gaicazar the gentleman offered her his cape to cover up.

“Since when do you have that kind of power?” Malcolm wheezes.

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW?” She snaps at him then places a palm on his chest, “I’m sorry. On edge here.”

“I get that.” He eyes her palm on his pectoral. He could feel energy moving about her fingertips. Almost as if tapping Morse code. Could it be? Freaked out he lets the assumption dissipate.

“I’ll clean this up later. Time to wake up James. Momma needs advice.”

Walking away Malcolm steps closer to Gaicazar, “You see what the rabbits did?”

“Aye. Methinks we would have been thrown aside like yon metal box.”

“I know so. They saved us. They knew something was going to happen. I wanna know what these rodents are all about. Keep your eyes open Buddy.”

“Indeed I shall. Who is Buddy?”

Even as she walks Ruby feels her footsteps absorbing each impact upon the ground. Upon the ramp. At the top of the ships steps she found Elle Franklin. She had heard the destruction outside and had come to investigate.

“What happened outside? Jurassic Junior playing fetch with Anton?”

Ruby glares at her with a troubled look. Uncovering her body to let Elle see the emblazoned letters R E. before cloaking her nudity again. Elle noted a glow about her. Aura level at best. Her diamond eyes picking up on the spectrum.

“Dang Ruby. You’re glowing. And, that’s no Momma comment.”

“I know. I can feel it. Like I’m super charged. Every step. Every touch I make. I overheat and bad things happen.”

“Wonder what those letters R E mean?”

“No idea. I think the baby might be dyslexic.”

She steps closer to Elle when Elle feels a wave of invisible energy caress her and nudge her back. Nothing violent. Merely saying I need room. Once Ruby understands it she pauses.

“Follow at a distance. I’m going to the lab. Wake up the Kid.”

“Try and remain calm. Move slowly. Tiptoe even.”

“Pins and needles Eleanor.”

Elle watches her carefully glide across the aisle way and vanish around a corner. Once gone she puffs her cheeks, “I’ll say it again. Weirder and weirder.” She then heads to rile the Genius.

A frantic few minutes later James enters his lab with the worst case of bedhead ever. Elle behind him with a cautious look in her eye. Xander trotting in behind them. As the dog greets a sitting Ruby he sniffs her with a whimper. Her stomach pulsing made the German Shepard tilt his head before looking back at James. The boy could only yawn.

“What’s with Rin Tin Tin there?” Elle peaks an eye brow.

“Who knows.” Ruby constricts her cape veil to hide the majority of her nudity from James. Namely her lower regions.

“Give me a minute to wake up. Expresso would be great.” James shakes his foggy thoughts aside.

“I’ll run to Starbucks.” Elle frowns.

“Enough already. Sonogram me. I need to know once and for all what I’m dealing with.”

Ruby grows agitated. Her body pulsing again. The capes material hardly able to conceal her shape. James pops his eyes at her glare.

“Whoa! When did we go all radioactive?”

“You could sleep through a train wreck.” Elle grunts, “She just destroyed her gym. Blew the walls right off it.”

“Sheroshima!” He chuckles. Neither woman found it amusing. He pauses with a fidget, “Not cool. Sorry.” James then holds his palms out in front of him stepping toward Ruby.

“Squeeze the girls I’ll break your wrists.”

“No. I’m feeling the heat and vibrations coming off of you.” He grimaces, “Why do you always think I’m being pervy?”

Elle groans, “Because you’re 15 going on 30. Come on. Examine her not sexamine her.”

“That was terrible. Even if I had said that.”

“Please! Just set up the sonogram.”

“Okay! I’ll need you to lay on your back up on the table there. Cover up but leave the belly exposed. When did you eat last?”

“Salad with you early in the day. I’ve refrained from eating more in case we did this procedure.”

“Cool. Elle hand me that bottle escort özbek of clear gel.” He points as he sets up the device. Using alien tech to power it from the solar collector.

“Better not be baby oil.” Ruby groans toward James as she climbs on the examining table and figures out her best way to hide herself with the cloak. Tugging it about she finally grunts and just tosses it aside, “Fuck it!”

James blushes heavily. It was not as if he had never seen the Colonel nude before but the other time was by accident. This time she was in such a hurry to know what her diagnosis was she just didn’t care.

“Ummm! I’m going to rub this on your stomach. It should feel warm.”

“My body already feels warm. Get on with it James.”

Swallowing he squirts the gel on her belly then returns with a Transducer. Probing her stomach with a circular motion until images began to appear on the Ultrasound monitor. For it’s presumed age the device was working perfectly. Elle winced at the snowy images being produced.

“Bright light even on the inside.” Elle reports.

Ruby was losing patience fast, “See a fetus?”

“Ouch!” Both James and Elle wince, “Calm down. You lose your temper and its Hernobyl.” James chuckles, “Come on that was as funny as Sheroshima.”

“Ruby? Try meditation. Relax or this will be a wasted shot at this ultrasound.” Elle advises. Gritting her teeth Ruby clears her throat with a sigh. Closing her eyes she tries her best to control her pulse. It was working. Within a few minutes her glowing metabolism was fading. Once it allowed a better vision James smiles at Elle. Sure enough there was a fetus. A fetus comprised of pure energy. Tiny but defined and moving gently. Almost as if looking back at them.

“Well?” Ruby huffs.

“Definitely preggers. Good job Mommy.” Elle grins as Ruby opens her eyes.

“Really?” She faintly smiled back.

James was mesmerized by the fetus. It appeared as if it were pointing at him. Then, as Elle and Ruby somewhat rejoiced James spots her belly display the letters M and E. To which James exhales, “Me. Hmmm!”

“What does M E mean?” Elle notices. Ruby arching her back to look over her massive chest.

“Use the translator collar.” Ruby notices Elle wearing hers.

“Wow! Never expected that. It says ME.”

“Good God!” Ruby falls back raising her knees and covering her eyes with her right hand. Try as he might James had to peek at Ruby’s heaving chest. Even her nipples were glowing ever so slightly.

“I need to use the bathroom.” James sets the Transducer aside, “You can get dressed.” Watching the boy run out Elle sighs, “God I hope he isn’t going to jerk off.”

Ruby sits up and looks at Elle, “I’m going to be a Mother.”

“Looks that way. Question is, is that thing going to burst out of your stomach like the movie Alien?”

“Don’t ruin the moment Sargent Franklin.”

With a warm smile shared they very carefully hug each other. Tender pats on the shoulder even created vibrations.

“How does Baby Huey do that?” Elle worried.

“I don’t know. We can ask the Genius once he washes his hands.”

“Can you blame him?” Elle playfully wags her eyes over Ruby’s body. The Redhead in turn rolls her eyes and points at the Medic.

“You could have been the person to use this Ultrasound machine.”

“Yeah. But, you told me to wake up the punk.”

“Guess I did. With this outburst of energy I figured I needed him there.”

“Smart. Just a suggestion? Seeing as how Sophia is so into meditating? Maybe you could join her and try and calm down. Just in case the reactor does blow.”

“I’ll head to her meditation room. Go check on James.”

“Me? Why? I don’t wanna catch him white handed.”

“Come on. He probably really did need to take a leak. He did just wake up.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Shit!” Ruby shakes her head, “At least give him a towel.”

Elle chuckles and leaves the room. Ruby had to sit there a moment to let it all sink in. Uncovered she rubs her belly getting the gel on her hands. Looking at her fingers grossly she hadn’t noticed another visitor.

“Am I the only guy here that isn’t masturbating?”

Ruby looks up awkwardly, “Cam Light. I wasn’t–” She had to laugh, “Y’know what fine what if I did?”

He knew better having sympathy on her. He removes his black T-shirt and steps in trying not to admire her body. Clearing his throat he turns his back to her. Instead of putting it on Ruby dries her hands and dabs at her belly before tossing his shirt back.

“Looks like I’m a Mom after all.”

Cam turns back toward her with a shocked look, “I heard you brought the house down.”

“Yeah! Masturbated so loud the cargo container fell apart. Shook the bolts loose.”

“I’m trying really, really hard not to get an erection Colonel. You’re not helping.”

“Even knowing I’m knocked up?” She had to laugh.

“Jack?”

“Only guy I’ve been with since arriving here.”

“What about just before escort bayan yenibosna we left the Philippines?”

“Last guy I slept with was like four months before Jack. Back in the States. This fetus can’t be older than a month.”

“Has to be difficult on you Ruby. Jack leaving you like this.”

“He didn’t have a choice. All I can hope for is that we cross paths again someday. If he can unload that curse and fight his way back to me.”

“I hope so. Wish I could take his curse away.”

“I know Cam. I know.”

“Yeah!” He stammers.

Shaking her head she points at his crotch, “Go use the bathroom.”

“Can’t! James is in there.”

“We don’t even have a bathroom.” She bursts into laughter.

Cam joined her. The amusement didn’t help him. He would have to mentally skype with Sabbath later. He actually felt as if he were betraying her. He missed his Gypsy.

Outside Malcolm Brand took the time to show Antonaeus Gaicazar the fine art of sharpshooting. Wasting bullets not recommended but wasted none the less. Having heard of Ruby’s confirmed pregnancy meant a celebration. Elle quickly spread the news.

“This here is an AK-47. Single shot or scattershot. Choose your beast.” Mal chuckles.

They had moved out away from the compound and set up unwanted toys from the cargo container. A trio of large punching Clown Bop Bags that teeter if pushed but never fall over.

“What is this?” The Roman uses a finger to nudge the Clown.

“Let’s just call him BLOWZO. He’s about to blow up.”

“With this metal stick?”

“Follow me back about fifty feet Bud.” Mal chuckles.

“My name is not Bud. It is Ant–“

“I know your name. Buddy means friend.”

“Ah! I see Buddy Malcolm.”

Laughing at the Roman’s naivety Mal marches the nearly 7 foot tall man back to a safe distance before turning around to face his targets. Motioning Gaicazar behind him he takes a stance. Setting on single shot first. Firing the AK-47 he takes the head off of a clown. The body reeling back and forth.

Amazed by the assault Antonaeus nods, “Quite sturdy for a dead man.”

“Now watch this.”

Resetting it for a spray Mal pulls the trigger and obliterates another clown in a loud rattle of bullets. Ending his rain of death Malcolm howls, “Take that Stephen King.”

Gaicazar marvels at the destructiveness of the rifle, “A weapon worthy of a King. I know not this King Stephen. Of what empire did he rule?”

“I think it was Cujo Tommyknocker Empire.” Mal tries to sound convincing, “Located near Carrie Shining.”

“Hmm!” The Roman rubs his chin, “I know those not.”

“Scary Dude!”

Before Mal could fire at the final clown a thunderous roar led to the shaking of the ground. T-Rex Adam had indulged upon the last clown. Chomping upon it before a swift swallow.

“I guess he hates Clowns too.”

“Aye. I fear he needs fed.” Gaicazar worries.

“Strange as it is having him as a Guard Dog I’m shocked he hasn’t shredded that static corral and had dinner before now.”

“The day is not over.”

“Maybe we can get those rabbits to circle Dino and keep us safe.”

“I have grown quite fond of him.” Gaicazar fidgets, “Perhaps I should take him hunting.”

“You might end up like ole Seth.”

“I think not. I feel a bond with the beast.”

“All yours. I just don’t wanna do the Kong versus Godzilla thing again. Nice not growing the last couple days.” Mal nods, “Hey? Have you seen Maddy lately?”

“Nay.”

For a living Ghost Madigan Ridge managed long distance travel fairly well. At speeds that shocked even she. After the night before hearing her Husband’s voice and knowing that somehow Sabbath Black was involved she had to know how. Even if that meant tracking she and the Dark angel version of Cameron Scott to their current lodging. All she knew was a general direction. Yet, something was drawing her. She had faith in her intuition.

After hours of air time she locates the Cruise ship and takes in the majesty of it. The ship appeared pristine. As if it had just landed there without any destruction to its hull. It took her breath away.

After surveying the area for life she suddenly spots movement. Near a large upper deck swimming pool wrestled what looked like to monkey’s. Gravitating closer she discovers they were not wrestling. Two males were engaged in intercourse. Even in her ghostly form Maddy had to wince.

Ignoring them the best she could Maddy decided to phase through the hull and search further. Room after room until she finally discovers the Palace. Entering without warning led to an unexpected sight. Cameron Scott with his blackened wings fully fanned wide was mounting Sabbath Black missionary style.

“Now I know how the other Cameron must have felt walking in on Malcolm and I.” Maddy ponders.

Mad hisses and thundering hips batter poor Sabbath Black. Her moans like cries of agony yet filled with joy. Maddy felt intrusive. Before turning away she hears a familiar voice.

“Stick around Maddy. She’s about to have her tenth orgasm.”

“You knew I was here?” She quietly replies.

“I don’t miss much. Do I Sabbath?”

“No My Lord.” Sabbath huffs then quakes. Her body prepping for another bloodcurdling climax. Hearing the girl scream Maddy felt badly for her. It was almost as if he were torturing her. “Have I come at a bad time?”

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Her breasts were already large enough; the question was what to do with them. Professor Lily caressed the silky expanse of her voluptuous bosom. Her lush boobs were now slightly larger than bowling balls, her thick nipples hardened with anticipation. Fertility magic came easily to her, so much so that it was truly not a challenge, not worth her considerable intellect.

She could have taught magic to the many humans struggling to learn, but for Lily, the teaching of magic itself was only a secondary issue. The Celestial Conjunction during the 21st century that brought magic back to the Earth also enabled the races from the Land of Fairy to return as well. And as far as the busty forest nymph was concerned, that was more important.

She taught environmental science at Madison University; a worthwhile goal and appropriate intellectual challenge. Just as most humans could barely comprehend magic, most of the Fae creatures that had migrated back to Earth from the Land of Fairy were baffled and awed by human technology. Lily had labored tirelessly from the moment she set foot on Earth to master the scientific disciplines appropriate for her career.

But again, the real question was what to do with her breasts? Should she allow her surging nipples to poke luridly through the fabric of her pleated blouse which was intentionally too small, all the while allowing her breastmilk to moisten the front of the garment? Or, perhaps she should try to wear one of those…those… things that start with a ‘B’, that human women wear to support their breasts? If she did, she could use her fertility magic in the middle of class and grow out of it, ripping the straps audibly. That often got a rise out of the student body.

The nature of a forest nymph was to wear as few clothes as possible, so she stretched the blouse over her bulging bosom, nipples tenting the fabric as she prepared for class.

The soothing aroma of spring rain and fresh honeysuckle that followed Lily wherever she went announced her presence as surely as the clicking of her high heel shoes. She could practically hear the cocks hardening as her natural, earthy scent washed over the aisle of seats as she stalked to the front of the room.

Lily noticed that while the number of students enrolled in her classes was about the same, every semester there were fewer girls than before. Word about her was starting to spread. She launched into her lecture concerning sympatric speciation events in regional populations of snail-darters correlating with the detection of ethidium bromide in the groundwater supply.

But it was not enough for a student to stare at the gentle sweep of her bare legs, flaring out into lusciously wide hips. It wasn’t enough that he should quiver with yearning as he gazed upon her flawless, olive-skinned complexion, and her fragrant plume of forest green hair, with the pink blossoms that naturally grew from it. Gawking at her mountainous mammaries as they challenged her blouse might not be enough either. Nor was she entirely impressed by those that were lost in her deep, emerald eyes, and the soft curve of her facial features, somewhat Asian in origin. Most assumed that any expression of attraction would be met with hostile reprisal. How wrong they were. Professor Lily was interested in those students whose lust was so intense, that they had no hope of listening to the lecture; those horny youths that couldn’t even stop glaring at her figure while she was talking to them. They were the most fun. These students were allowed to participate in her ‘Personal Projects.’ No one knew what these projects were exactly, because for some reason, no student would ever speak of them, no matter how intensely he was interrogated.

Yes, there was one. Tyrell escort elit Bradford, in the second row. His lust was incredible. She instructed him to meet her in her office after class. It was time, finally. She had much more to accomplish, and the horny black kid would be very effective. She found his kind to be especially shocking and exotic.

“So, Professor Lily, what’s this special project you need my help with?” He seemed much cockier now, as though he knew that he had scored. How right he was.

Professor Lily responded with a practiced motion that completely removed the confining blouse from her vast, jiggling bosom. With a graceful flourish, her right hand grasped Tyrell’s hardening cock through his jeans.

“Guess.”

A ward against Sound prevented anyone from hearing what took place within her office during those tense minutes. Though anyone close enough would probably smell the heady aroma that the forest nymph exuded, and they might very well flutter their eyes in delight as Tyrell did. Her secrecy was sufficient, she felt. And her project was worth the risk, nonetheless.

As her magically tight pussy gingerly enveloped Tyrell’s cock, she reveled in the knowledge that life would be created. Her forest nymph sensibilities saw nothing wrong with freely mating with the young studs that surrounded her on a daily basis. But the dean would not agree. It was not that she didn’t care about her job; far from it. That was one of the justifications for her wanton lusts.

All things fade, even the magical Land of Fairy. The races that lived there were slowly dying, losing their magic powers. Earth now was what mattered. With the magic that the Fae could teach, mankind would not need to rely so much on potentially dangerous technologies! The Fae needed a strong foothold in Earth’s population. That was her duty; her mission. By breeding with humans, she would produce magical children that would shape the future of this country; and the world!

She gasped in delight as Tyrell’s probing mouth found the fragrant delight of her turgid nipples. He hungrily nursed the soothing nectar that spurted from the rosy tips of her mammaries. The taste was sweeter than honeysuckle, yet with an airy purity that contained no trace of a sugary aftertaste. He moaned with joy, the sheer pleasure of suckling Lily’s nectar/milk was nearly a religious experience.

There were still some aspects of human society she feared she would never comprehend; each day she surrounded herself with the flower of male youth, filled to the brim with pent-up lusts. Why should she shy away from their beautiful, rigid cocks? Why would she not allow these lusty studs to impregnate her with all the offspring her womb could hold?

Tyrell was anxious to play his part; she noticed with some surprise that his meaty cock had already climaxed multiple times within the slippery folds of her fragrant cunt, as she wrapped her legs around his pelvis while sitting upon her desk. Why…that must have been….the 7th time! Amazing stamina! The hot juices pouring from her pussy might make the surface of the desk too slippery if he didn’t finish soon!

Her own orgasm was accompanied by a beastial yell as savage as a lioness in heat, and she was thankful indeed for the ward against Sound surrounding her office. Amidst the haze of her climax, it was hard to remember exactly when Tyrell left the room, but at least Lily had the presence of mind to cast a Geas over him as he blew his final load, magically preventing him from ever speaking of the experience.

Lily bucked her hips as he withdrew, the searing orgasms jolting her voluptuous frame long after the mating had ceased. What an awesome cock! How escort moldov could some silly notion of professionalism compete with this feeling? She gurgled with relief as she settled back to revel in the afterglow. She struggled to try and replace her clothing amidst the intoxicating pleasure. Joy soon replaced lust as she realized that the miracle of life was occurring! She was aware of the germination of offspring as she tenderly caressed her dripping slit, as though encouraging the sperm to take root in her moist womb.

And take root it did. It was far, far too soon for the painful pleasure. Usually, she mated with students on Fridays, so she would have the weekend for her magically fertile body to grow the infants, and birth them before school started next week. Many adoption agencies were available to take in her continuous crop of magical young. But now, OOH! Never this soon! She could see the beginnings of the tell-tale bulge as her child magically passed through weeks of growth.

She smiled in delight for a few seconds before she realized something was wrong. No…No…she caressed the tightening dome of her expanding belly, as she realized she was nearly finished with her first trimester! Impossible, even with her powers! What the…how could… But then, she remembered.

Tyrell…Tyrell…Yes! That’s it! He was an Environmental Science Major with a Thaumaturgy minor! She overhead him say something about learning magic to heal the environment. Rubbish! There was only one possible explanation for the swelling bulge of Lily’s overripe womb.

The little punk had used a Virility spell.

That would explain all those climaxes! He was using magic to give himself sexual powers! This was a real problem; the first rule of magic is not to combine two different spells on the same target. The result is synergy; the magic reacts in exaggerated, unpredictable ways! And she regularly cast fertility spells to keep her womb as receptive as possible to human sperm! That was when she felt the burning in her tits.

“Unnghh! Here it comes!” Her silky mounds quivered and erupted in a massive let-down reflex of spurting nectar/milk. And…and they were getting larger! She could feel the slow crawl of her own skin as titflesh rapidly multiplied to brew more nourishment for the kicking brood within her! She was getting the papers on her desk wet, and besides; she couldn’t very well give birth in her office! But, how could she leave in this condition? It would be obvious to anyone in the hall that something untoward had occurred in her office! The lactating nymph panted furiously as sweat slicked her lovely, tanned skin. But wait! There was a way to escape without anyone suspecting her!

Rising ponderously to her delicate feet, Lily began waving her hands and chanting the words to a lactation spell. The most powerful one she could cast! It had to be quick; no time to worry about the targets! She took a few precious moments of extra chanting to increase the range and intensity of the effect before she finished.

In the admissions office down the hall, the student worker Suzy Jenkins almost dropped the papers she was carrying, as her breasts became unbearably hot! The next thing she knew, her bra-straps had become unusually tight…

Cara Matthews grunted in surprise as she felt her hot bosom pressing impossibly against the onerous confines of her C-cup bra. She was stunned, unsure of how to react…

…especially since Mrs. Clinton was in the middle of her speech to the political science students at Madison University with cameras rolling! Luckily, she wasn’t the only woman in the auditorium whose breasts exploded in size, rending through bra and garments alike as escort vip the milk started flowing.

It worked! Female students and faculty all over the building (and beyond?) were bursting out of their clothes as mammoth tits exploded forth! Lily could hear the screams and yelps from all throughout the science complex. So no one was suspicious of one more frantic female spewing warm breastmilk onto the floor as she struggled to contain some shred of decency. Likely, they would assume that some idiot freshmen with a sick Breast expansion lactation fetish had cast the spell, probably to impress a fraternity.

Lily suspected that Tyrell Bradford was quite proud of himself. He probably reveled in the compliments he received from grateful women that he pleasured with his virility spell. That little punk and his enchanted cock could put her in danger! When combined with her fertility spells…she had no way of knowing what the results would be! One thing the nubile nymph was sure of, however: She had multiple offspring happily germinating within her enchanted belly. She almost lost her balance as she fled to her Buick LeSabre in the parking lot as she felt kicks from opposite ends of her distended dome at once. She had just barely squeezed her fertile bulk in the driver’s seat as the buttons began to pop.

No, in spite of her size, Lily knew she was not full-term yet. Though her bulging body was the same size as that of a human woman pregnant for 9-months, she could feel numerous children rapidly maturing within her; she was not done growing yet!

It was lucky that the Professor did not drive a convertible. If so, passersby might have heard her throaty howls as her navel popped out, while a gravid womb popped off one button after another. With her tits, the growth was more of a slow creep, yet the pressure was unbearable! Every 10 seconds, the swelling load of nymph milk spurted in multiple streams from her taut nipples, as the blue-veined majesty of the breasts themselves were now approaching the size of Halloween pumpkins.

She had never driven sideways before, but that was the only way to steer the car, and allow for the prodigious growth of her burgeoning belly and mammoth milkers. She was glad now that she lived a mere block from campus. Without taking the time to wipe her milk off the inside windshield, Professor Lily frantically waddled into her split-level house, collapsing onto the plush floor of her living room as she surrendered to the birthing process.

Her mind was in a haze as her body completed the changes brought about by her runaway fertility. Yes…she could feel her womb slowing…the growth…nearly done. Ooh…her innately spiritual nature detected eight healthy infants forming in her swollen abdomen. She caressed her taut globe tenderly, hoping to comfort her offspring before she was able to birth them. Skirt, blouse and bra had been irretrievably sundered by a gravid belly somewhat greater than the diameter of a hula hoop. Her slender legs were thrust aside, and her moistening snatch quivered in anticipation.

That arrogant sophomore! Of all the nerve! Now her hormones were raging! How dare he leave her like this, pussy sopping wet with her seething, sexual desire! She wasn’t sure she’d even be able to waddle! Must be…a side effect…of his virility spell…Not fair! If you’re going to leave a pregnant women this horny, at least you should be around to screw her before she drops her litter! It seemed like common courtesy. She tried as best she could to finger herself, but it wasn’t the same!

But Look! There…on the coffee table…her cell phone…and…and…The Campus Student Directory! Frantically, she searched the white pages until she found a certain number.

“Tyrell? This is Professor Lily, The work that you did in my office today was extraordinary, but I’m afraid I’ll need your personal expertise here at my place of residence, I’ll give you directions.”

And Momma said he was wasting his time with all that magic crap.

The End? Not yet. Others may take up the chronicles of Madison U. if they wish.

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Second chapter. Three is in the works. I’m going to try to keep it to one a week if not more. If you’re looking for a quickie, sorry, I don’t do fluff. Usually. But feel free to enjoy the story anyway.

Mac

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She woke when she felt Wyatt get up to take his turn at the door. Conn stroked her hair and shushed her until he fell asleep again. She looked over at Wyatt who just raised his eyebrows as if to tell her to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and did just that.

She woke again when she felt Conn’s hand touch her cheek.

“How many stims did you give me?” He asked quietly.

“Two.” She answered.

“Do you have any left?”

“I have four. Are you feeling bad?” She asked sitting up strait to look at him.

“No. A lot better actually.”

Wyatt got up from the door and went to kneel in front of the bed to look at Conn.

“What is it brother?”

“I’m getting a hinky feeling. I want to get out of here.”

“You’re not fully healed.” Wyatt said with some worry.

“I’ll limp my ass back to the bunker then.” Conn growled.

“Is the feeling for us or this place.”

“Us.”

“All right let’s blow.” Wyatt said.

“A hinky feeling?” Mur asked. “Really? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Last time I didn’t listen to Conn about one of his feelings I was fourteen and almost lost my fucking leg to a Yao Guai.” Wyatt said curtly with a glimmer of remembered ire. “Grab your shit. We’re leaving.”

“What about Agatha?” She asked almost desperately.

“She’ll be fine.” Conn assured her.

He sat up and winced a bit but it wasn’t too bad. Thanks to the stims his leg was almost healed. More stiff and sore than anything else. Conn thanked his lucky stars that the pre-war technology like stimpacks were still around. He’d still be limping his way to the bunker though. There was no way in hell he was staying here.

Mur got up and helped Conn to his feet. He put an arm around her shoulder and leaned heavily on her. She hoped he wasn’t going to do it too long. He and his brother we both large men. Probably six four to her five four and they were heavily muscled.

Wyatt went and woke the others and they moved around as quietly as possible. Mur rolled her eyes but didn’t tell them that an atomic bomb wouldn’t wake the snoring old woman. Drake grabbed her pack off the table and held onto Conn while she put it on.

When they got outside Wyatt went to the power source of Agatha’s radio and pulled out the fission battery. Mur started to protest but Conn shushed her. Wyatt chucked the battery as hard as he could and Mur knew there was no way that the old woman would be able to find it. She also wouldn’t be able to broadcast that Mur had been taken by Talon Company mercs. She’d just have to wait for someone to come and check on her or for a caravan to show up.

“Let’s move out.” Wyatt barked as he went to Conn’s other side and took his arm around his shoulders, taking most of the weight off of Mur.

“Are we just going to stumble around in the dark?” Mur asked with agitation.

“The moon is full and there’s no cloud cover. Your eyes will adjust soon.” Conn said giving her arm a pat.

He was right of course. It was actually a fairly bright night. Conn’s legs were long so even though he was injured they ate up the pavement, making great progress. After about an hour though Mur just stopped walking and Wyatt had ripped Conn’s arm off of her shoulders before they realized it.

“I have to pee.” Mur said standing very still, even though her eyeballs were bobbing and she just wanted to do the pee pee dance. “Bad.”

“I’ve got to relieve myself too.” Conn said sympathetically.

Everyone moved off to do their business, Mur behind a strategically placed thick bush. She knew better to try and run off though. She’d only been out in the Wasteland for eight months and these were seasoned soldiers that she was with. They’d hunt her down in a mere few minutes time and there was no telling what they’d do to her.

Images of Wyatt and Conn doing some of those things they’d wanted to popped into her head. Knowing Wyatt he’d do it right there on the road with everyone cheering him on. She winced and her stomach jumped at the same time. She was such a pervert.

After a few minutes everyone was back on the road and Conn was now walking without assistance. Mur had to marvel at the wonder of stimpacks. They could provide almost immediate healing for minor wounds and a major one like Conn’s could be healed in a matter of hours to days instead of weeks to months.

After about an hour of walking Drake’s stomach growled loudly. He stopped and looked down at it with a grimace.

“I hate Super Mutants.” Beck said when his stomach growled too.

Mur shook her head and pulled her pack off her shoulders and dug a large punga fruit out. She handed it to Drake and he pulled the combat knife out of the sheath at his shoulder and proceeded to cut the fruit up. She pulled out a bottle of Aqua Pura and passed it around while Drake passed the fruit out.

“I’m assuming Super escort bayan sarıyer Mutants stole your lunch money and gave you pink bellies?” Mur asked with a smile.

Each of the men started grumbling about Super Mutants again so Mur decided to take that as a yes. She started laughing and Wyatt walked over and stopped in front of her. He leaned down to look her in the eye and flicked the end of her nose.

“You think that’s funny little sister?” He asked a bit of a Russian accent showing itself.

“Da, I do.” She said and then in Russian, “I’m not the one who got my ass spanked by a Mutant. And speaking of asses, I’m not really into that kind of thing.”

Wyatt stepped away, taken aback by her speaking to him in Russian. He looked over at Conn who was blushing a bright red. Mur shrugged her pack back onto her shoulders and started walking, not giving either of the men a chance to apologize. Not that they were likely to anyway.

“Should we…” Drake trailed off.

“Go.” Wyatt said with irritation. “We’ll catch up with you.”

Wyatt watched the other two men catch up to Mur and then turned to look at Conn.

“Wow. I’ve never been called out like that before.” Conn said looking a bit confused.

“I can’t believe she speaks Russian.” Wyatt said with a shake of his head.

“Does this mean that we can’t…”

“Of course not.” Wyatt said with a laugh. “We’ll just have to not spill our plans in front of the girl anymore.”

“Wyatt, you know I like my women willing.” Conn said to his brother.

“We both do, Conn.” Wyatt stroked his chin a bit. “We still want her, da?”

“Da.”

“So we either finesse her or tame her.”

“I don’t know Wyatt. Father always said taming was for women that you intended to keep. Is that something that you’re really contemplating?”

“Da, it’s crossed my mind. I’m tired of the hunt. I’m tired of paying for it. I’m tired of us not having our own woman. We’re thirty three Conn. It’s time to settle down a bit.”

Conn rubbed the back of his neck. He’d been thinking along those same lines for almost a year now. It was something that he hadn’t voiced to Wyatt yet though.

“We’re Talon Company.” Conn said.

“So what? We haven’t been the same since that damn vault dweller Aiden and those steel knights took out most of our people. Between those that haven’t come back and those that left we’re down to twenty mercs including us.” Wyatt sighed. “All I’m saying is that things need to change. There are fewer of us. We have caps out the ass, so we can be a little choosier about the contracts that we take.”

“We’re going to have to be choosier because some of the others are thinking along the same lines.”

“Why didn’t they voice that to me then?” Wyatt asked angrily.

“Cause you’re a wonderful leader but a little bit volatile sometimes.”

Wyatt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“How many?”

“All of them.” Conn said with a shrug.

“All of them?!” Wyatt asked incredulously.

“Yeah. Well accept for that bitch Angel. All of the others have had brushes with death lately and then most of the base being wiped out on top of that. Well, makes you think. I’m kind of tired of so many close calls, especially this last one.” He tapped his hurt leg. “You know the life expectancy of Mercs here in the Wasteland?”

“Yeah, you and I are practically old timers.”

“Exactly. I definitely think that you and I are both on the same page. And the others are there with us as well.”

“All right. As soon as we get back to the base we need to pull everyone back in and have a meeting. Let’s let the others voice their opinions and then we’ll go from there.”

“Sounds good to me.” Conn said slapping Wyatt on the back. “Now give me a shoulder so we can hurry and catch up with the others.”

“Fine.” Wyatt said and took Conn’s arm around his shoulder and they started walking. “But we need to walk behind Mur for a bit.”

“Why?”

“So we can get a really good look at her ass idiot.” Wyatt said with an eye roll.

“Oh yeah. I forgot how much you like ass.” Conn chuckled. “I’m surprised you don’t go for men too.”

“I’ve had a guy before.”

Conn stopped walking mouth hanging slightly open.

“You have? When? Where? Who?”

Wyatt got Conn walking again.

“A couple years ago over in Rivet City. It was just someone passing through.” Wyatt shrugged. “It was right after the bridge incident.”

“Oh yeah.” Conn said wrinkling his nose.

“You were laid up in the clinic. I was horny as fuck and he was willing.”

“How was it?” Conn asked curiously. “Did you like it?”

“Meh. It was okay. He could have sucked the paint off the ship. I’m not one of those ass is ass guys though. It didn’t take me very long to figure out that I may love ass but it’s got to be a woman.”

“Wow, you never said anything.”

“It honestly wasn’t that memorable.”

“And you were afraid I’d give you shit about it.” Conn said poking him.

Wyatt just laughed.

“What?” escort azeri Conn demanded.

“How about you don’t give me shit about the guy in Rivet City and I don’t give you shit about Willow.”

Conn sucked in a breath. He’d never told anyone about sleeping with the Ghoul.

“How the hell?”

“I have my ways.” Wyatt chuckled evilly and then retched a bit in disgust. “By the way. Fucking eww.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. I love Willow’s personality but she was hard and squishy in all the wrong places. It was like…”

“Ahh, no stop.” Wyatt held up his hand. “You say one more word and I’ll shoot you in your other leg.”

Conn laughed.

“It didn’t take me long to figure out that ghouls are definitely not my shot of vodka either.” Conn said.

They both laughed about their “unique” adventures and put on a bit of speed to catch up with the others. They walked behind the other for aways and Wyatt watched the rhythmic sway of Mur’s behind as if he were hypnotized. Mur turned her head to look back at the men and Wyatt looked up at her and winked. Her faced flamed and she sped up just a bit, getting ahead of everyone and then suddenly stopped dead when she heard a small chirp.

“What’s wrong?” Wyatt asked quietly, catching up to her and pulling her back against his chest protectively.

She brought her arm up to look at a small red tick on her pip-boy and put her hand to the small plasma pistol at her hip.

“Fifteen yards strait up the road.”

She moved away from Wyatt, shrugged out of her pack, and pulled it open. She rooted around for a second and then came out with a plasma grenade. Wyatt grabbed the grenade and handed it to Conn.

“What other goodies do you have in there?” Wyatt asked with a smile.

“Fire in the hole.” Conn said and lobbed the grenade very accurately.

It rolled to a stop underneath a somewhat confused looking Yao Guai and detonated. Wyatt turned Mur at the last second and held her head pressed into his chest.

“Hoo hoo! There’s nothing left but pieces!” Drake said running over to give the things head a kick.

“Okay?” Wyatt asked pulling her away from his chest to look her over.

She nodded.

“Anymore?”

She looked at her pip-boy and shook her head.

“Okay, let’s move out!” He barked at Drake and Beck who were happily kicking pieces of the Yao Guai. “Everyone stay close. Let’s hope there aren’t more in the vicinity.”

“Nice throw Conn.” Beck said.

“Thanks.” Conn said with a chuckle.

They walked for close to twelve hours in total before Wyatt called them to a halt in front of a derelict power station.

“This is Power Station VAPL 58.” Wyatt informed Mur. “We’ll bed down here for a while. Beck, Drake, radroaches.”

“Yes, sir.” They both said.

They pulled out their holstered pistols and went into the building. There was a shot and Beck came out holding a radroach by a hind leg.

“Just the one sir.” He said setting it next to the door. “Drake can start a fire and I’ll pull the meat off it.”

Wyatt nodded and he, Conn, and Mur went into the building. Mur looked around while Wyatt helped Conn sit down on a mattress in one corner. Conn massaged his aching leg and Wyatt plopped next to him.

“Hey, Dean’s Electronics.” Mur said grabbing the small book off a shelf. “I haven’t read volume 8. Awesome!”

She plopped down in a derelict chair and started reading. It didn’t take her long to lose herself in the book.

“Do you speak any other languages besides English and Russian?” Conn asked getting Mur’s attention.

“Sure. Gaelic, Chinese, and Pig Latin.” She turned to look at them. “Ouyay areway othbay Erksjay andway I’mway otnay ettinglay ouyay anywhereway earnay ymay assway. Irtday agsbay.”

She went back to perusing the book.

“You are both jerks and I’m not letting you anywhere near my ass. Dirt bags.” Beck translated from the doorway. “Hey uh, Mur, do you have any spices in your bag?”

Mur stopped reading and opened a small pocket at the front of her pack and took out a small combination salt/pepper shaker. She tossed it to a grateful Beck.

“Why?” Conn asked her.

“What do you mean why?” She asked with a frown. “Have you ever tasted radroach without any salt and pepper?”

“No. Why do you speak so many languages?”

“Duh. I lived in a vault. It’s not like there was much to do but study.”

“Makes sense.” Conn said.

Wyatt didn’t say anything, just sat there.

“What are you thinking brother?” Conn asked after a few moments.

“I’m picturing my cock sliding in and out of her ass.” Wyatt said with a grin.

Mur started blushing furiously and turned away to stick her nose in her book. She couldn’t read a word though. She just kept picturing herself being held securely by Conn while Wyatt took her ass. It wasn’t something that she’d ever considered herself doing before but now that Wyatt had planted the thought in her head. Well damn.

“Food’s ready.” Beck said bringing in hunks of Radroach escort bayan sefaköy on a stick and passing it around.

Mur pulled another punga fruit out of her bag and held it out to Beck who cut it up and passed it out as well. Then came another bottle of Aqua Pura.

“I don’t suppose you have anything a little more stout in there do you?” Conn asked with a grimace as he rubbed his leg. “Some Vodka would be nice.”

“No sorry. I can give you another stimpack if you want.” She told him sympathetically.

“No, that’s okay.” Conn sighed. “I’ll live.”

“Yeah me too.” Beck said tossing a chunk of meat into his mouth. “But I’m still going to drink myself into a stupor when we get back to the bunker.”

The other men all nodded in agreement and Mur wrinkled her nose.

“What you don’t like booze?” Wyatt asked with a raised eyebrow. “They probably didn’t even have booze in your vault.”

“They did actually.” And she would know because her father was always the one to fix the still whenever there was a problem with it. “I just don’t drink.”

“You’ve obviously never had a well aged whiskey then.” Drake commented.

“No.” Mur laughed. “That’s not it at all. I can’t drink. I’m allergic to alcohol. I puke up any kind of booze that goes in.”

“What about beer?” Beck asked.

“That’s even worse.” She made a face. “I puke up bubbles.”

“That sucks.” Beck said with a shake of his head. “I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t have a cold beer every now and then.”

“You can’t miss what you don’t really know.” Mur told him with a shrug.

They finished eating in silence each man thinking about what they wanted to do once they got back to the bunker. After they were done Conn groaned and rubbed his leg a bit. He crawled onto the mattress and fell back covering his eyes with an arm.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.” He remarked.

The others nodded their agreement but didn’t say much on the subject even thought Beck looked like he wanted to comment.

“I’ll take first shift.” Wyatt said. “Beck you’re second and Drake you’re third.”

“Yes, sir.” Both men said with a nod.

“We only have around six hours left to go, less if Conn’s leg is better when he wakes up.” Wyatt said calculating the time.

“Best make it six, commander.” Drake commented and looked over at Mur.

“What?” She asked looking at Drake.

“You’re legs are shorter than ours.” Drake told her delicately.

He was right of course. Wyatt and Conn were six four, Drake was probably six three, and Beck was around six one or two. She shrugged. It really couldn’t be helped. They were the ones who took her so they’d have to put up with her shorter gait.

“With the way that things are going we won’t make it before dark.” Wyatt said. “All of you get some sleep.”

Drake and Beck settled back on the floor shutting their eyes. Wyatt shut the power station door plunging the room into darkness and put his back to the door. Mur’s pip-boy light came on illuminating the room and drawing four pairs of eyes to her.

“What is it?” Wyatt asked with a bit of annoyance.

“I gotta pee.” She said with hunched shoulders.

“Me too.” Conn said, making her feel better. He got up and put out his hand. “Come on Mur you get my back I’ll get yours.”

She grabbed her pack and let Conn help her to her feet. Wyatt opened the door of the power station and escorted them outside. Mur went around a corner and did her business quickly fearing that the men would come around the corner at any moment.

She looked up as she finished buckling her belt when she heard a small chirp and turned her arm shining her pip-boy light off into the distance. She saw three mole rats headed her way at a dead run. She cocked head and watched the creature’s progress. Wyatt and Conn walked around the corner to see what was keeping her. When they saw the mole rats in her light they pulled their pistols.

“Just watch.” Mur said with a smile of anticipation.

Both men looked at her with confusion and concern but didn’t shoot right away. When they got within ten feet of Mur the mole rats all slid to a stop two of them actually bumping into the third. They climbed all over each other, growling and started backing away slowly. Mur took a step toward them and they ran off as quickly as they’d come.

“What are you the mole rat whisperer?” Conn asked with a laugh.

“How the hell did you do that?” Wyatt demanded to know.

Mur opened her bag and pulled out a foot long, two inch around stick that had a noxious green substance on the end. She waved it under the noses of the two men who batted it away.

“Moira made this. It’s a mole rat repellent stick. It’s made from a combination of jet and psycho.” Mur laughed. “It repels them alright. If you do manage to hit them with it they have an extreme reaction.”

“What’s that?” Conn asked.

“Well they start smoking and then their heads explode.” Mur shrugged. “I haven’t had one Mole Rat bother me since I started carrying it around.”

“Fucking amazing.” Conn said with a befuddled smile. “Let’s get back in. I need to lie down.”

They all went back to the power station and went inside. Conn dragged her over to the mattress and insisted she lay down with him. She didn’t put up a fight though. She was tired from walking for so long that day. She snuggled onto his chest and let herself fall into the oblivion of sleep.

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At the age of 19 Erin McCoy wanted to be just a normal college sophomore. Her only problem was the attention her enormous breasts attracted. Erin wore a 38J-cup bra. Her parents thought it was very unusual for a girl her age to have such huge breasts. Erin hit puberty at the ripe young age of 12 and at the time was wearing a C cup bra. Throughout the rest of her teenage years, her breasts continued to grow fast – D’s, DD’s, E’s, F’s, G’s, and so on. She didn’t think her boobs would ever stop growing until they reached the remarkable size of a J cup.

Erin’s doctor told her that there were a lot of women like her in the world. Most of them hide in their homes not wanting to bring attention to themselves. Then he brought up the many busty models in Europe that have tits her size and use them to their advantage. Erin didn’t want to be either one of those groups. She just wanted to live a normal teenage life without having to be ashamed of her enormous assets.

What made Erin’s body even sexier to a lot of horny men was the fact that she carried her oversized jugs on a medium size frame. Erin only weighted 138 pounds and stood at 5’6. As a result her enormous tits would rest in her lap while sitting and bulge out over her arms when sleeping braless.

Erin’s dreams of playing softball had to come to an end by the time her tits were double D’s. She had too much bounce while running the bases or playing in the outfield. Her tits would attract a lot of perverts to the games, so they had to release her.

Erin spends more of her time now reading, writing, and rejecting guys who only want to hook up with her for a piece of ass. Erin was a bookworm type of girl so her personality would drive men away from her, but her gigantic melons would draw them near.

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Erin decided to go to the library and study for her history test. She didn’t have many friends since guys were only interested in her chest and girls thought she was a total freak for having boobs so big. The library and books were her closest friends.

When Erin arrived at the library, it was empty and very quiet except for the librarian stamping books.

“Hello, Miss Blackstone,” said Erin talking to the Librarian.

“Hello, my dear. I see you’re ready to hit the books again?” replied Miss Blackstone as she gazed upon Erin’s monstrous orbs as they bobbed inside her sweater. Not even the bulky sweater could hide their massive shapes.

Not even Miss Blackstone could keep her eyes off of Erin’s chest, and she’s not even attracted to women.

“Yes, ma’am,” Erin said with a smile.

“Will, Erin, sometimes I think you should be out and having fun with other kids your age. Don’t waste your life stuck in a library, reading books for the rest of your life or you’ll end up like….me?” Miss Blackstone said, giving Erin a creepy grin. “Oh by the way, Erin, your book finally arrived today. I didn’t get a chance to look at it first so you’ll be the first one to read it.”

Miss Blackstone handed Erin a thick and dusty old book called “Fairy Tales.”

“Thanks, Miss Blackstone.”

“You’re welcome, my dear.”

Erin went straight for the farthest table and started doing a little bit of studying. Her mind couldn’t focus right because she wanted to read the book so bad. Erin decided to stop studying and get one good chapter in on the book.

As she started to open the book, the book flung open and the pages were flipping back and forth.

“What the fuck?” questioned Erin with a puzzled look on her face.

Heavy winds and flashes of light started to occur, and Erin had no idea what was going on. She started to feel herself being sucked into the book.

“Uuuggghhh!” yelled Erin.

Unfortunately Miss Blackstone decided to take a lunch break and no one else happened to be in the library.

A few seconds had passed and the book closed with Erin inside.

Erin meanwhile woke up in a misty forest.

“What? Where am I?” Erin asked herself.

Erin got up and started to feel herself to see if she had broken anything. For once she was glad to have enormous tits that broke most of her fall. Erin looked down at her clothes and realized that her shorts, sweater, and shoes were missing. Her white tee was tore up and clinging onto her body by a string. Her enormous white bra was working hard to keep her enormous breasts from spilling out as pieces of her bra could be seen from the ripped shirt.

“Oh great! This really sucks. I have no idea where I am and don’t know how to get back to where I belong,” Erin said to herself.

Erin started walking around the mysterious misty forest. Dead trees and animals making weird noises surrounded her.

“Damn, this is scary,” said Erin with a small frightened look on her face.

As she made her way further into the forest, she saw a small cave and a fire burning at the top of a hill.

“Someone actually lives here?” Erin questioned herself.

She started running up the hill and folded her arms across escort bayan güngören her humongous tits, trying not to get hit in the face or have them popping out of her bra.

“Damn these things are bouncy today,” said Erin clutching her gigantic bouncing rack against her chest.

Erin finally makes it to the top of the hill and entered the cave.

“Hello?” Erin called out.

Erin moved further into the cave. She saw nothing and decided to stay close to the fire and warm up a bit while still trying to figure out how to get back home.

Suddenly, Erin heard some footsteps coming near the cave. She didn’t bother to hide since this could be her only way home, or she’ll at least know some people around this strange land.

“Hi,” Erin immediately blurted out as four cavemen looking guys came up to the cave.

They had long, dirty, and saggy hair, monkey like faces, and wore fur tops. Everything below their waist was bare. Erin’s eyes bugged out as she glanced down at their enormous filthy cocks, bobbing and flopping between their legs with grapefruit-sized balls attached underneath.

“Holy shit! You people must be the elephant people,” Erin said in disbelief. “Look at the size of those things. They all must be around 13 inches.”

The cavemen just looked at Erin and their eyes were immediately drawn to her gigantic melons jutting out in front of her, of course, hidden by her white bra.

“I’m Erin,” Erin said trying to communicate with these strange men.

The cavemen walked further and further into the cave until they were surrounding Erin on all sides. One of the cavemen even extended his hand and poked the flesh spilling over her bra.

“HEY! That tickles. I’m very sensitive,” Erin said in an angry voice.

The other cavemen started poking at Erin’s giant fleshbags as well.

“Hmmm. That tickles, you guys,” Erin said as a tingly sensation ran through her body.

The cavemen got closer to her and started sniffing her. Two of them took a handful of her hair and started sniffing. The one behind her kneeled down on his knees and started sniffing at her buttocks bulging from her cotton panties. The one in front continued to move his eyes up and down Erin’s huge rack. His dick started to get hard. The caveman didn’t know why his huge cock was throbbing, but he liked it.

“Oh my!” said a surprised Erin as she looked down and saw the caveman’s giant cock pulsing.

“He must be horny,” Erin said to herself. “God, he’s so fucking huge just like the rest of them. I can’t imagine being stuffed by four huge cocks.”

Suddenly, the caveman on the left yanked down Erin’s ripped shirt, revealing her massive bra completely. Erin stood before them only in her bra, panties, and socks.

“Oh my goodness!” Erin said trying to cover herself up. She realized that one arm alone wasn’t going to cover her massive jugs.

The caveman behind her brushed his huge cock against her ass cheek.

“Mmmm, don’t do that,” moaned Erin. “I have never been fucked before, and I want to keep it that way until I get married.”

The other three cavemen started poking at Erin’s flesh bulging out of her bra.

“They’re called breasts or in pervert language tits, titties, jugs, boobs, hooters, melons, or knockers. Anything that resembles a circle is pretty much a name you can label breasts with. In my case, these are considered basketballs or volleyballs. They bounce just as good, see…”

And with that, Erin started hoping up and down, bouncing her mammoth orbs completely out of their cotton bra cups. Her breasts flapped and bounced around her chest. The cavemen’s cocks immediately started throbbing like never before.

“Oops! See, I did a little bit too much bouncing,” said Erin as her face turned red.

She cupped her gigantic balloons and held them up for the cavemen to see. Her nipples instantly got hard from staring at their huge cocks.

“And these things on the end of my breasts are called nipples. They’re very sensitive. Most creatures like me with nipples will get immediately turned on when someone touches them in anyway. Like so…”

Erin started rubbing her small hard nipples between her fingers. She gave them a few pinches and became soaked in her panties.

“Oh God!” said Erin. “See. I’m very soaked down beneath.”

The cavemen started looking at her drenching pussy inside her panties. A huge wet spot was on the front. The caveman in front got down and started poking her cunt.

“Ohhh! Don’t do that, Mr. Caveman. That’ll really get me turned on,” Erin explained as she continued to fondle her nipples. “But do you know what really gets me going? Having my tits sucked. Now only a few boys have ever gotten the chance to place their mouths on my babies. I myself have tasted them plenty of times.”

Erin used both hands to lift up her gigantic right breast and shoved the nipple into her mouth. She started sucking on her nipple like a baby trying escort ukraynalı to get milk. Her tongue flicked back and forth at the bud encased between her lips. The cavemen watched with their cocks fully erect. The caveman to her left took Erin’s left nipple between his lips.

“Mmmmmm!” moaned Erin with a mouthful of her own right tit. “My tits are so soft and firm for their heavy size.”

The caveman squeezed and stuffed most of her giant orb between his large lips. The caveman behind her started licking her left armpit, tasting her female deodorant as it started to wear off with her heavy duty sweating.

Erin pulled and sucked hard on her huge right tit trying to ease her pleasure of the caveman sucking her other nipple.

The caveman in front started licking Erin’s left tit, joining the one from the side at sucking her enormous tit.

“Oh fuck!” cried Erin as she released her right tit. “There’s enough tit to go around. Trust me. I don’t wear a 38J cup for nothing.”

The caveman on her right cupped her ample right tit and shoved it between his lips, trying to swallow her tit whole. Erin held his head and pressed his face deep into her tit flesh. The other two cavemen were sucking and licking her huge left breast at the same time. The caveman from behind had just about enough of Erin’s smelly armpit. He moved to where the right caveman was and started helping him suck on that tit.

“Uuuugghhhh!” cried Erin as four sets of heads feasted on her titanic melons.

Eight pairs of hands, squeezed, mauled, and kneaded her tender tit flesh while four mouths sucked, licked, chewed, and just completely devoured her hard nipples.

“I’m cummmmming!” shouted Erin.

Erin’s cum run down her thighs and legs. The cavemen’s gigantic cocks were poking against her legs and thighs, feeling some of her juices flowing down. Erin stuck both of her hands inside her panties, rubbing at her pussy walls. Her arms had ballooned out her oversize monsters so they could get more inside their mouths.

“AGGGGHHHHH! I need one of your cocks right now,” Erin cried.

Erin slowly positions herself onto the ground as she quickly tore off her panties and took hold of the nearest huge, nasty cock poking her. She slowly eased it between her virgin pussy lips. The cavemen continued their slobbery feast and had Erin’s enormous jugs soaked in their saliva and covered with red spots from them sucking too hard. Her tender nipples were red with teeth marks on them.

Erin thrusted herself up and down on the caveman’s cock.

“OH FUCKING GOD!” Erin cried as the giant cock was splitting her pussy walls apart.

The cavemen stopped sucking her tender mountains all together and watched as Erin thrusted herself on to one of them.

“I need names for you guys. It’s going to be too confusing,” Erin said between heavy breaths. “Your name will be Ron,” Erin said to the caveman who licked her armpit. “Yours will be Fred,” Erin told the caveman who first sucked her tit. “Yours is Justus,” Erin referred it to the caveman whose cock she was on. “And yours will be Andy,” Erin named the last caveman.

Erin started thrusting faster and harder on Justus’s huge cock.

“Grab my hips and start pushing forward,” Erin urged Justus.

The caveman known as Justus took hold of Erin’s hips and started pushing forward like she told him too.

“UUUUGGGHHH YEESSSS! Just like that!” Erin cried out as his monstrous cock plunged balls deep into her soaked cunt.

Erin’s thighs were quivering hard, and she started to buck wildly on Justus’s cock. His huge cock was thrusting deep within her. She could feel her cherry popping and her cunt being spread apart by this monster cock.

“FUCK ME, JUSTUS! FUCK ME!” begged Erin as his cock continued to pump in and out of her tight snatch.

The caveman himself, Justus, started to buck faster and sweat harder, drilling his massive tool through a warm and moist spot which he had probably never done before. The other cavemen watched while holding their hard cocks in their hands.

Erin’s pendulous titties were flopping wildly on her chest, smacking into one another and banging against her chin.

“Hold my fucking tits before they knock me out,” Erin cried to Justus.

Justus pawed her massive jiggling jugs with his large hands, holding as much as possible. He started making monkey noises while speeding up his thrusting. His giant balls bounced against Erin’s ass as they started to tighten up.

Erin’s body was moving around like a rag doll being tossed in the wind. Her head rolled from side to side. Justus’s hands could hardly hold her colossal bouncing titties alone. Erin felt her cherry explode and blood started to stain Justus’s drilling meat.

“I’m cumming!” Erin screamed softy as Justus started pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. He could feel her cum flowing down his cock and balls as he shoved them up her tight cunt.

Erin took hold of Fred’s enormous escort bayan merter cock and started sucking on his ballooned cockhead while Justus continued to ram deeper and deeper into her cum-gushing pussy. Erin’s inner muscles tightened around Justus’s thrusting cock as he was ready to explode.

Without warning, Justus started emptying his huge balls within Erin’s sore cunt. Erin was stroking and sucking on Fred’s cock and felt Justus’s creamy milk get unloaded into her body.

“Your turn, Ron,” Erin said trying to catch her breath before resuming sucking Fred’s filthy cock.

Justus pulled out from between her legs after his cock went limp. It glistened in both their juices. Erin lifted her legs into the air, holding the back of her calves. Justus’s cum was creaming out of her cunt as Ron shoved his cock in with one thrust.

“OOHHHH!” cried Erin with her mouth of Fred’s cock. “I want you other two to suck my tits.”

Andy and Justus each took one of Erin’s massive watermelons in their hands and started to suck on them. Ron started thrusting his huge and nasty cock inside Erin’s sore cunt. Fred’s cock was invading Erin’s throat as she had half of it deep down. She reached out and took hold of Andy and Justus’s cocks. She started stroking them while their lips and mouths violated her chest. Ron held Erin’s legs up high and spread while drilling her already cum-filled snatch. All the cavemen started making the loud monkey noises.

“EEEEEEK! EEEEEK!”

Fred straddled Erin’s face and his gigantic hairy balls dropped into her mouth. Erin sucked on them both and swirled her tongue around each hairy sack. She could taste the rotten dirt and smell the foul aromas coming from him. Fred let his cock rest on Erin’s face. His balls, being sucked was too much for him to handle so his cock burst massive loads of cum all over her face.

“AAAGGGHHHH!” Erin yelled as cum covered her face completely, and Ron’s big dick continued to be shoved further and further up Erin’s cunt.

Andy and Justus blew their massive loads in Erin’s hands while sucking on her mammoth sweaty orbs. Their cum sprayed all over the sides of her sweaty tits. Justus and Andy decided to clean up the mess and licked their own cum off her tits.

Erin’s pussy started flowing cum out as it was being loosened by Ron’s huge cock. Ron drilled her juice flowing pussy a few more times before he felt his cock starting to empty inside her. Erin’s toes were spread out inside her socks and her legs were quivering as Ron unloaded inside of her.

Ron removed his limp glistening cock from her tender womb. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. Her clitoris was red and enlarged.

“I need someone to eat my pussy and soften it for me,” Erin moaned. “Just stick your head between my legs. Lick and suck that huge red and pink thing called a pussy.”

Andy got between her legs and started sniffing her cunt. He could smell the mixtures of cum that flowed out from her pussy. Andy started licking her cunt walls furiously.

“OOOOH YESSS!” moaned Erin as she wrapped her sore thighs around Andy’s head.

The other cavemen watched and felt their dicks starting to rise again.

Andy slithered his tongue between Erin’s engorged cunt lips. Erin began to squeal as Andy got deeper and deeper between her lips. Erin could hardly move from the pounding she took but was thrashing her head about from the pleasure Andy was giving her. She needed a nice, soft tongue to cool down her puffy lips and her sore intersection. Andy started sucking her large clitoris. He licked the tip of it furiously with his fat tongue, bringing Erin to an orgasm and finally she came all over Andy’s mouth. He started slurping up and sucking her sweet juices. Andy could also taste Justus and Ron’s cum.

Suddenly, Justus and Ron vanished into thin air.

“What the? What just happen?” questioned Erin confused. “Why did they just disappear like that?”

Then it hit her. Justus and Ron were the only two cavemen that came inside her. She started to wonder if the only way she could get home was if all the cavemen came inside her and they too would disappear. If she was wrong, then she was stuck within the book for the rest of her life and perhaps lonely as well.

“Mmmm. Stick it in me, Andy,” Erin begged.

Andy thrusted his gigantic cock within Erin’s pussy. It was still very sore and tender from the last two poundings. Immediately, Andy dove his head between Erin’s slippery huge tits and enjoyed having them bounce off his head while he thrusted in it.

“UUUGGHHHH! You like that Andy…Don’t you know?” cried Erin.

Erin started to sway her body from side to side, bouncing her basketball size titties off Andy’s head, fueling him up. Andy didn’t disappoint her. He continued to pound and drill his huge dick deeper and harder in Erin’s cunt.

“I want to be on top Andy. AAAAGGGHHH! Let me be on top, Andy!” Erin begged.

Andy tipped himself over so that Erin was on top of him.

“Watch my big ol titties bounce and wobble as you fuck me.”

Andy’s eyes didn’t leave Erin’s chest. Erin’s huge sweaty breasts wobbled and flopped around. Her nipples were dragging into Andy’s chest. Andy thrusted harder and faster while making crazy noises.

Erin’s enormous jugs were smacking together violently, and Andy’s eyes just bugged out at the sight of them.

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There’s several excellent Literotica stories that combine punny titles and the basic concept of ‘Christmas Elf and Human end up boinking.” This one is mine, perhaps not as focused or well done as the others, but original in content and story.

This is also probably the only story I’ll ever write that will deal with 2020 in any real detail. Maybe a sequel, but only if things improve in 2021!

Content is mostly ‘basic’ sex, but the final act has several odd transformations and such.

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In the year of the plague Pete and Cara had become a ‘quarantine couple’ to the delight of many of Pete’s friends. Most thought it had been too long since he’d split from his ex and were glad to see he’d met someone new, even if she did seem a bit odd at times. Positive comments flowed in to support the short thin man and his even shorter but undeniably attractive ‘close friend’ who had moved in with him. All of his friends assumed the relationship was a bit deeper than ‘just friends’ between the two even before they made it official on social media months later.

Their relationship had started nearly a year ago, and had been a slow process to get to even this place; Officially, Cara was Pete’s housemate, a friend he’d let stay because she needed a place to live during the ongoing lockdown.

They’d met on a Discord talking about a console RPG series both enjoyed. When they’d realized they also had shared interests in a few authors they’d started talking more privately and begun months of somewhat awkward online flirting. Meeting seemed unlikely until they discovered each was attending a trade show in Philadelphia: Pete’s employer had a booth for equipment to make packaging, while Cara’s employer bought a lot of stuff. Neither was really there for more than support for their employers, so they managed to sneak in lunch together.

Cara found Pete adorable: A short, lean man, he looked handsome if uncomfortable in the suit he had been ordered to wear to the event. Cara certainly wasn’t bothered by short men: She was not quite five feet tall herself despite shoes with three-inch heels. Pete had a huge crush on the tiny woman who despite her height had an undeniably womanly body.

The lunch went well despite being a quick meal at a chain restaurant, and both exchanged information. The budding romance moved to texting now, and Pete grew flushed as he even received a picture of Cara showing of a cute Christmas-themed costume that showed off her breasts with a slight hint of brightness red nipple.

Then she disappeared: Just before Halloween she stopped showing up online and her texts moved from quick but detailed responses to short responses that took aching hours. Pete was panicking: Had he offender her somehow?

The end of 2019 flew by and 2020 started. Pete tried to move on: He felt that every attempt to contact Cara was hurting her. She’d obviously found someone else.

In January he got a single text from her: “Miss U” but he could not bring himself to respond.

In April she seemed to be active in Discords again. They tentatively resumed their relationship. Pete was too shy and afraid of rejection to simply ask why she had gone silent for months. He hinted at the question and Cara only mentioned work and family keeping her busy.

In April so many things shut down, but the world kept moving. He and Cara had returned to innocent flirting as friends, but neither seemed prepared to take the next step to grow their relationship.

One Monday afternoon in August he got another surprise: A text from Cara asking if she could call him. This was the first time they’d actually talked since the trade show that seemed a forever ago. The call was surprisingly brief as both were nervous. Pete found himself shaking as he put his phone down.

Cara had a problem: She needed a place to stay and was only a few hours away. Of course she could stay at Pete’s! She’d be there Wednesday.

Pete panicked: The girl he had a huge crush on would be showing up in just a couple days!

The house was more than big enough: It had been bequeathed to him by his grandparents years before, a smallish Victorian-style home in a small central Pennsylvanian town. It wasn’t large, but it was in good shape, especially after he moved here from Philadelphia and begin remodeling the place. Upgraded the fireplace to a pellet stove, replaced the ancient roof, upgraded electrical. It had been expensive, but he had a house that was certainly big enough for two. he kept it reasonably clean, but spent the evening moving furniture around. He would keep the master bedroom for himself, but he moved his ‘office’ into a smaller almost empty bedroom he used for storage, clearing the larger of the two other bedrooms for Cara. He left a futon as he wasn’t sure if she’d be bringing furniture.

He dreamed that night of her crawling into bed with him. All sorts of scenarios; A drunken night together leading to falling into bed; The heat breaks and they snuggle escort bayan ortaköy for warmth; Her just standing naked in his bedroom as he enters; an elaborate strip-tease. All theses scenarios and more ran through his mind as he tossed and turned through the night.

The next day he struggled through work and ordered in some additional food from the grocery store. Wednesday he took off to greet his guest.

She arrived just before lunchtime in a green hatchback. She was shorter than Pete remembered, probably as she was wearing red and black athletic shoes and not the heels she’d worn before. She was dressed simply in jeans and a red blouse that flattered her figure. She wore dark sunglasses and the sign of the times, a red face mask covering her mouth and nose. She waved as she stood from the car, stretching after a long drive. Pete grabbed his own mask and joined her at her car.

“Cara! It’s so good to see you!”

Pete! I’m so happy to finally be here! Pete! This is such great thing you’re doing for me and I won’t be a bother at all.” Cara continued a stream of enthusiastic apologies and guarantees as she began to grab things from her car: A purse, a laptop bag, a backpack of some sort. A grocery store bag. A black trash bag that she slung over her shoulder like Santa’s infamous sack.

Pete was overwhelmed and mumbled a response, grabbing suitcase so heavy he could barely lift it and stumbling up the steps with it. Muffled by masks, both agreed it would be easier to talk once everything was inside.

Pete didn’t think she had much stuff: Mostly a few bags of clothes and such, a large monitor (Cara’s texts had said she would work from home, too), a couple of boxes he guess were mostly full of books due to the weight, and similar. He was amazed at how tightly packed the old hatchback had been, and considered that as she drove around to park it at the rear of the house.

In Pete’s living room they both stood, masked. Neither was sure how to proceed: Removing masks like this seemed strangely intimate. “So, uh…” Cara stammered.

Pete took the initiative, removing his mask. Cara followed his lead. Pete’s first thought was that she was as cute as he remembered, and he hoped she couldn’t see the growing erection in his jeans.

“I don’t know how I can ever make this up to you.” she said in a musical voice. Her hair was a honey-brown that seemed to catch the light. Just above her shoulders, style to turn up a bit on the sides. On a lot of women, especially as short as Cara was, it’d look childish, but she made it very sexy.Her smile was broad and she hugged him in a friendly way, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

They sat on the living room couch and simply talked for the evening: They rekindled the old relationship that Pete had thought dead months before. They worked out new details: Cara was quite willing to pay rent as long as she felt safe, and she ensured Pete she did feel safe with him. The room overjoyed her: She said it was nearly as big as her old apartment and while the bathroom across the hall was perhaps not quite to her liking, she would adjust. They sat in the living room eating a lasagna Pete had made, talking late into the night until they went to bed in their own rooms.

Cara and Pete fell into an easy rhythm as the weather turned from a warm and sunny summer to a crisp, cool autumn. There was less sexual tension than Pete expected: He tended to be shy around women and while he found life with Cara remarkably easy, he didn’t want to push it. He still hadn’t really gotten an answer about why she’d had to find a new place to live, but he’d never been the kind of person to pry. They both worked roughly ‘normal’ daytime hours, made dinner together, and watched TV in the evening. It was an idyllic way to spend their time, ignoring the turmoil outside their home.

Pete did notice a few things, however. Cara mostly worked nine to five, but occasionally had weird calls at all hours of night and day. That wasn’t too odd: He assumed her employer ‘KTW’ had overseas offices she needed to talk to occasionally. Then there was the time she’d made cookies one Saturday while Pete had run an errand, and made so many the kitchen table nearly groaned under the weight. He wasn’t sure how she’d made so many in the hour he’d been gone. One morning as she dashed from he shower to her room wrapped in a fluffy red and green towel she’d run in to Pete and he could’ve sworn he’d seen pointed ears sticking up through her hair. Pete convinced himself it was just his imagination.

The weekend after “the cookie incident” he opened a bottle of wine as they sat down to watch a movie. She seemed hesitant, but sipped at the wine. Pete immediately grew concerned. He assumed he’d misread the situation. Maybe Cara had had a bad encounter with an alcoholic family member at some point. Perhaps she was an alcoholic.

That wasn’t it. She sipped at the glass escort bayan rus in small but rapid sips, holding got long-stemmed wine glass in both hands. She did look a bit flushed, but didn’t seem concerned. Then she moved closer to Pete: They’d been sitting at opposite ends of the long couch. First she merely moved a bit closer, scooting her rounded butt in leggings decorated with candy canes. Then she rolled her body, stretching with feline grace, and moved so they touched at the hip and shoulder. With a final drink from her wine glass, she stretched again. This time her arching back practically pushed one rounded breast into Pete’s face. he smiled, unsure where this was going even if was what he’d been fantasizing about for months. She threw an arm around him, hauling herself up, then pointed at him. With a giggle, “You, Pete, have been a very good boy.”

Pete’s surprise continued and he noticed a strong scent of cinnamon as she crawled over him. He had dreamed of something like this every night since she’d shown up in her overstuffed car and rekindled their relationship. Even the innocent glimpses of her in a her bathrobe or wrapped in towels had made him desire her more, but he wasn’t sure if this was right. He didn’t want to take advantage of her: She was short, perhaps she’d gotten drunk off that one glass?

She wasn’t saying no. She looked deep into his eyes: Her brilliant ice-blue eyes into his brown eyes. “Pete. I have wanted to do this since we started talking months ago. If you don’t take me to bed right now I am going to carry you upstairs myself.”

Stunned, he sat there open-mouthed as she crawled to sit in his lap. He started to recover his composure, sure she could feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against her ass, when she swung around and flipped herself gracefully onto the carpeted floor. It was a surprisingly acrobatic move but Pete was even more surprised when, true to her word, she bent down and picked up the larger man with a soft feminine grunt.

“Hey… Put… I…” Pete stammered as he felt himself slung over the shoulder of the petite woman. She sashayed up the hall and he found himself watching her muscular ass move as shelved purposefully up the steps. He found himself deposited on his feet before the door to his bedroom. Cara had her arms wrapped around him, her hug nearly crushing his ribs. She looked up into his eyes, “C’mon. You’ve been thinking about this too. It’s been nearly a month. Show a girl your room, OK?”

They finally kissed and Pete noticed the cinnamon smell from earlier seemed even stronger. She tasted good. He assumed the cinnamon was some sort of lotion or body wash he had just never noticed, while she must have used some lip balm or something to make her lips taste of strawberries. He opened the door and pushed a laundry basket out of the way as he led her in by the hand. She practically jumped to the bed, standing on it with her bare feet, suddenly looming over Pete’s 5′ 8″ height. She pushed her breasts together then pushed down her leggings to reveal red panties. A small green leaf and red berries were directly over a damp spot between her legs. Pete felt his own erection grow as he struggled to undo his own belt and jeans. She wiggled out of her top, throwing it onto Pete, standing before him with her legs spread.

She cupped her crotch with both hands, moaning a tiny bit, “I could ask you to kiss me under the mistletoe, but I think we both need to release some tension.”

She unhooked her bra and shrugged it off, revealing two round breasts that sat high on her frame with large, bright red nipples like gumdrops that pointed at Pete. The topped round, firm breasts that rode high on her short frame. He had stripped off his own clothes, revealing his seven inch penis to the beauty before him. She looked down and seemed please. She gently pulled him onto the bed, pulling his hands up to grab at her round breasts. She swung her leg aggressively so she was stranding him, his cock grazing her legs and sending chills down his spine. Again, Pete noticed the cinnamon smell, almost overpowering now. More kissing, then she sat up and moaned as he ticked her labia with his manhood. A bit of help and she found herself taking him into her. Both felt the other’s warmth: Pete had never been with a woman who so enjoyed his manhood and felt an orgasm coming as she ground her hips on him. He cried out, followed a second later by Cara’s own moans of ecstasy.

Sated for the moment, the found themselves laying together in a sweaty heap on Pete’s bed. He had trouble talking for a bit. He simply kept repeating, “Wow… That was… Wow…”

Cara stretched again then panicked, reaching for her head. As she did Pete noticed that it was as he had seen earlier in the hall: Cara had two long point ears that extended through her brown hair! They were delicate thing things, currently reddened from her recent lovemaking, but indefinably not escort bayan etiler normal.

“What? What are… those?” Pete stammered.

“So, uh.” Cara turned away from him, but still found herself laying against him, one of his long arms draped over her chest brushing her ample breast. “I guess you’d find out eventually. Hard to keep a glamour up with someone you’re intimate with. I’m an elf.”

“A what?”

“An elf. like in the fantasy books. Or like in Rudolph, I guess. North pole, make toys, you know.” Now that she’d told him the rest seemed to come easier. Cara feared his rejection, but it was impossible to hide her nature now that they’d become intimate.

“You mean… Why are you here?”

“Well, because I think you’re nice and sexy and sweet… But I guess you mean more generally. So here’s the deal. Santa exists, but before you get any ideas he’s more of a spirit of humanity given purpose to help make the world a bit better. He doesn’t hit every house on the Big Night, but still does a lot. Maybe three hundred thousand deliveries last year? It’s kind of symbolic thing. As long as he does a number of houses where a gift or two will make a difference, he’s making the world a better place. He gets a list from somewhere and we, the elves, handle logistics and such.”

She shrugged, then grabbed his hand to cup her breast. She thought he was taking this well: At least there was no running around the room and screaming.

“Back in the old days it was easy. Go back a hundred years and everything was handmade. A new outfit would make a lot of people’s whole year! Now it’s tougher and there’s more to do, but Elves kind of suck at making game consoles and stuff. There were a couple years back in the seventies when we tried! I hear a bunch of bootleg stuff got released because of us, in fact.”

“So now Elves like me act as buyers and procurers for things. Sometimes we cheat a bit and buy stuff and repackage it, or just buy materials that are harder to come buy. Or, like last month, I’m helping to lock in a cargo container packed full of PS5s and make sure they’re dropped off to a suspiciously short truck driver in Alaska who knows where they go. It’s kind of secret agent stuff, if by secret agents you mean procurement associates, corporate training courses, and occasional chances to do fun stuff like cast charm spells on business-to-business sales people.”

Pete’s eyes look glazed but he nodded. It made sense in a way. “So why me?”

“Pete, and I mean this, I like you.” Cara straddled him again, making eye contact. He realized she looked practically the same, just her ears were longer now. Not that different, and still very attractive.

She continued “I like you quite a bit. I didn’t lie: The house I was living in got foreclosed on and there was no way for me to find something new it. I called up a friend I’d made the year before and wanted to get to know better, and here we are. Only magic in our relationship is the trivial glamour I can use to hide my ears and, well, I think that great sex was pretty magical, don’t you?”

He smiled a bit, “OK. This is how it is. I still think you’re amazing.”

They both smiled at each other.

The next morning Pete awoke to an empty bed. That was usual, but after the previous night he’d expected something different. He brushed his teeth and threw on some old clothes as he heard noises from the kitchen. He found that Cara had gone all-out: Cooking a massive breakfast for them, and even serving on the rarely-used kitchen table. He couldn’t see her ears extending through her hair this morning.

They talked as they ate. Pete was still processing the ramifications of both last night’s sudden passion and the revelation that his housemate was not technically human. Cara, dressed in one of Pete’s old T-shirts that stretched distractingly across her breasts, explained a few more details. “I have a tiny bit of magic, but you have to understand magic isn’t just ‘press button, make stuff explode’ like in a game. Magic has a purpose, and it’s stronger if you are using it for he intended purpose, weak or useless if used against it.”

“So last night a couple things happened. First, I got drunk. Elves don’t really get drunk, but we do get horny.” She became flushed at the memory. Her voice, always musical in tone, dropped a bit to a sensual growl. “Very horny, especially when it’s been a while and you’ve been fantasizing.”

She shivered, pressing her breasts together with her upper arms. “One magic granted to all Elves who go out into the world is a glamour. In general it helps us not stand out. It can only do so much, so we do try to select from the taller Elves. And lots of women: A short woman stands out a lot less than 4’8” man in a lot places. It hides the ears and some other things that stands out. For the newbies we can reinforce it. If some rookie Elf-woman asked you for a reindeer-ride you’d think she just wanted a lift somewhere. “

Here eyes closed for a second and she smiled as if smelling a familiar, intoxicating smells and released the magic that she used to go in public. Pete saw here ears extend, growing up through her short brown hair. Other changes, too: Her pretty blue eyes seemed larger now, her entire proportions just slightly different. Pete thought she was still beautiful, maybe more.

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Note: All characters are over the age of 18.

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The Borden Remedial School of Magic–for students aged 18 and older–was mostly for magical people who hadn’t focused during their lessons. Usually they were in their mid-20s.

But it was everything that 18-year-old Emily could have wished. As one of the few students who hadn’t done magic before, the lithe Korean-American found new surprises around every corner. Here: a floating clock. There: an elevator made from flying carpets.

Her strict, traditional parents had been reluctant to let their daughter come to Borden, but after months of pleading they had grudgingly relented. Emily had never been happier.

She had been bunked in a double room with Dani. Blonde-haired, flirty and voluptuous, Dani had been born into magic. It was Dani’s third year at Borden and she had been tasked with showing Emily around.

Emily was straight of course, but she couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful the woman was. Sometimes she snuck glances while Dani changed bras, before turning away, her skin prickling with the naughtiness of it. Dani’s pendulous breasts were capped with pink nipples.

“So, have you ever been to a magical party,” asked Dani one night, lounging on her bed in a robe.

“Like the midwinter dance?” asked Emily.

“Not quite,” Dani said with a mischievous smile. “Put on a dress and I’ll show you.”

Emily had donned a thin green dress that hugged her tight tummy and small curves. It fell just above her knee–the top plunged just enough to hint at her pert B-cup breasts. Beneath this she wore a matching set of pink bra and panties. They were a little more revealing than she usually went out for, but Dani’s mysteriousness made her feel adventurous.

Dani was similarly attired in a blue dress that plunged to show deep cleavage. Emily smiled guiltily at knowing what lay beneath it.

—

They arrived at the boy’s dorm. Inside was a sea of people: sitting on couches, standing in clusters, drinking from cups, shooting sparks at each other playfully. It was still Emily’s first month at Borden and she didn’t recognize any of the other students. The atmosphere was much more relaxed than anything Emily had seen so far at the school.

Naturally shy, she was very nervous.

—

Fifteen minutes later, they had drinks in hand and were lounging by the corner. Two guys walked over, clearly checking out the girls. They introduced themselves as Mart and Brady. Dani flipped her hair while chatting them up. Emily was a little nervous so she swallowed and kept silent.

Eventually, one of the boys said: “So, are you girls up for a game of Flanges?”

“For…what?” asked Emily.

“Flanges is easy,” said Dani, and went on to describe a card game that Emily couldn’t follow. Midway through the description, she realized that they must use a different card deck than she was used to.

“Got that?” asked Dani. “The only thing we shouldn’t do is get skunked. You don’t want to know what happens then.” She laughed, but Dani could tell she was serious.

Emily wasn’t sure she understood, but she nodded her head.

—

They sat at the table and one of the boys dealt the cards. There were shapes and colors on the cards Emily didn’t recognize. Everyone played a card and then looked at her, expectantly. She quickly played a card at random.

This went on for several rounds, and was proud that no one had admonished her for playing incorrectly. But she escort bayan beyoğlu noticed that the boy, Mart, kept pulling the cards to himself after each round. Maybe he was winning those rounds?

A crowd gathered around the table. Emily could tell they were excited about something.

After several minutes of this, Dani leaned over nervously and said “Emily we need to win this round. Come on.” Emily felt panicked but didn’t want to admit she hadn’t known what she was doing for the whole game. She made a choice, praying that they would win.

But it wasn’t to be. Emily played another card at random and the boys hooted. By now the whole room had gathered around the table.

And Emily realized belatedly that they had been skunked by the boys. Dani’s face was completely pale.

—

“Well,” said Mart now addressing the riveted crowd, “Looks like we get to see a real game of cards! Next up is a round of: ‘It’s Done When You’re Done!'”

The crowd hooted. The boys looked at her hungrily, and the girls with derision.

A different deck was brought out and laid in front of the two girls. With an incantation and a wave of his hand, Mart cast a complex spell.

The legs of Emily’s chair twisted and shaped to encompass her legs, locking them in place. She yelped and tried to squirm out of the restraint but she was totally stuck. Dani was in a similar predicament. A few girls laughed at them. She was totally stuck…what kind of game was this?

“The rules are simple: the cards do what they say. When you’re out of cards, you get to draw more. You won’t be able to see what your opponent plays, but you’ll sure feel it! And when you’re done, it’s over! The loser gets to serve as public art for the rest of the evening.”

Dani was glaring at her, clearly scared and embarrassed.

“Excuse me,” Emily says in a small voice, “when would I be done?”

“Oh,” said Mart, “you’ll know.” The crowd laughed uproariously at that.

The two girls were each dealt 5 cards. Emily turned hers over and found that, in lieu of images, they each had some text written on them. She quickly read through them and was confused: “Rope Fun”

“Nip-Slip Delight”

“Vanishing clothes”

“Invisible hand pleasure”

“Easy Arousal”

…What kind of cards were these?

Dani looked up at her–her blue eyes hardened and she went first. She revealed her card to the waiting crowd and they whooped and cheered. Dani laid it on the table and Emily realized that the text was obscured to her. But she felt something like a gust of wind wash over her. When it settled, she felt odd.

It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer wearing her bra or panties! Her small nipples stood rigidly at attention under her thin dress. That was not lost of the crowd, which hooted appreciatively.

Emily was mad. ‘Well, no more sympathy from me!!’ she thought.

She wasn’t sure which card to pick, so she chose one at random. She laid it on the table and read: “Invisible hand pleasure”. The crowd ooh-ed appropriately.

At first nothing seemed to happen, but then Dani’s large breast began to contort as if it were being groped. Another phantom hand was tracing its way down her stomach. Its passage was marked by little squirms from Dani. She seemed unsettled by the phantom groping and quickly played another card.

Several of the guys in the crowd doubled over in laughter, looking at what escort otele gelen it revealed.

At first it was as if Emily was looking at herself from outside her body. But she realized that her legs were still bound to the chair. No, somehow Dani’s card had made a clone of her! It looked exactly like her: slender form, small breasts with the tiny nipples poking through the thin green dress. But the clone stood with a poise that the shy Emily would never have.

The clone looked out at the crowd and winked. And, to Emily’s horror, it began to touch its breasts. It stroked them and pinched its nipples through the dress. Its small hands ran smoothly and erotically over the silky fabric, caressing and rolling the soft tit-flesh below.

It slipped one tan arm through the strap of the dress and another. Soon, it had pulled the top of the dress down to its waist. Its (her?) small breasts stood high and proud, displayed for all to see. Cute little dark brown nipples topped the small mounds. The clone walked up to a boy in the crowd and started touching his chest, its hand dropping lower and lower…

Flush with embarrassment and horror, Emily called out “No!”

The clone looked back to the chair where Emily’s legs were bound in wood. It smirked and walked over to the panicked girl. It sidled behind her and wrapped its arms around her stomach. It kissed her neck and its silky hair mixed with her own, warm hands straying up to Emily’s small, bra-less boobs. It began playing with them through the thin fabric of her dress like it had its own, and it nibbled on her ear, just how she liked it. The effect was immediate…she had really sensitive ears and she let out a squeak that sent the onlookers into gales of laughter. The clone slipped her arms out from her dress and let the front fall, a mirror of its own.

Emily had small, shapely tits that now stood proudly in front of the whole room. The brown mounds were the focus of every eye.

Emily had spent months convincing her parents that magic was safe and that she would be totally fine–but she’d never imagined she could wind up in a situation like this! She knew she was in trouble so she played another card at random, trying to fight down rising shame and arousal.

Vanishing clothes it read.

Dani, still managing to look composed with an invisible hand groping her, looked like she was bracing herself. Suddenly, her eyes widened as her dress turned transparent and then disappeared altogether. She was left lewdly exposed, her large breasts encased in a tight strapless bra. On bottom, she wore just a thin, bikini style pair of panties.

Soon, the bra was transparent as well, showing her pink nipples through the now-sheer fabric. Slowly that faded away too and her large tits sagged to a more normal position. Dani’s hands came up to cup the large melons in front of her.

She shifted in her chair in a way that Emily knew meant that the same had happened to her panties.

Dani was clearly embarrassed now, blushing an incredible shade of scarlet. Her eyes narrowed with fury and Emily gulped.

Dani tried (mostly in vain) to cover her boobs with one hand while she used the other to–very deliberately–draw another card. She looked Emily straight in the eyes as she lay it on the table.

All throughout this, Emily had been enduring very skillful teasing from her clone. The clone had been licking and nibbling her sensitive ears escort bayan kağıthane while its hand ran all over, stroking her breasts, torso, flank, and just now it was getting to her inner thigh. Sexually inexperienced, Emily was having trouble focusing on the game. But even she couldn’t miss the satisfaction and vengeance in Dani’s eyes now.

Suddenly, all of the sensations emanating from the clone’s touch rocketed up in intensity. The clone didn’t do anything different, but the feeling! Emily had never felt anything like that before. Every feather-soft touch from her doppelganger was like the hottest fire and the coldest ice.

‘Oh no’, she thought foggily.

Within seconds, she was struggling to think coherently. She mewed softly while her eyes rolled back in her head, a thousand explosions cascading through her mind.

—

When Emily came down from the experience, the clone was kneeling by her feet and resting its head in her lap. It was totally nude, as was she. The crowd was full of laughing students of all walks. There were cute guys, nerdy guys with (oh crap) cameras, pretty girls and ugly girls. They were all looking at her and revelling in the lewd sight she had become. Pretty, shy Emily had never been so embarrassed.

Mart came out, clearly the emcee here. He walked a now-dressed Dani to the front of the crowd and raised her hand up high in his own.

“Tonight we have seen a true test of wits, and Dani has prevailed! As is tradition, she alone gets to decide if the cards’ effects shall last the night, if Emily shall be our entertainment for the evening.”

Dani wore a grin Emily hadn’t seen on her before. She couldn’t possibly be considering this? They were roommates!

But Dani just smirked and said “She’s all yours, folks.”

The crowd roared. A spell was cast and Emily felt ropes bind her hands and feet stretching her into a standing position. The ropes splayed her out into a starfish…not only was she totally naked, but now she was completely defenseless to cover herself! Her taut brown body was stretched and exposed to every eye.

Her clone didn’t share her reservations. It walked around the crowd, pressing lewdly against anyone who passed by.

A girl walked up to it and started making out with it. Rather than tearing away, horrified (as Emily would have done!) the clone returned the kiss passionately and deepened it. The girl, an athletic chestnut-haired beauty, slipped her hand down to the clone’s small butt. It groped the small brown buns aggressively.

The girl looked over the clone’s shoulder (she was much taller than the diminutive Emily’s clone) and looked Emily straight in the eyes.

“Aw, I think little Emily is getting jealous,” she taunted in a sultry voice. “How about you go make her feel like a part of the group.”

The clone gave her a wink and another peck on the lips before turning on its heel and sauntering over to where Emily was so lewdly bound, standing up.

It was exactly her height, so it didn’t need to move to kiss her lips, forcing its tongue into her mouth. Emily realized that she still felt heightened sexual senses, and the contact with her clone stirred a fire in her stomach that made her scared of what was coming.

As the clone kissed its way down her neck, she was blinded by the camera flashes of students taking in this once-in-a-lifetime sight. The clone kissed its way down between her breasts, taking its time to suckle each nipple. Then it kept kissing its way down her tight, flat stomach to her pelvic bone.

“Not again,” was all Emily had time to think before her world erupted into a cacophony of unshakable pleasure. Sagging into the ropes that held her upright, she moaned as she was eaten out by her clone in front of the cheering crowd.

And her nightmares at Borden School of Magic were just beginning.

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◈ Chapter 92:

The crackle of the fire was comforting and doing at least a little to ease her nerves, or at least it would have if her nerves had not been completely shot and passed somewhere beyond into the nerve afterlife. As it was Lyra was in a strange state of glassy-eyed calm, incapable of dealing with her current situation and so skipping over what would have been a state of blind panic to something else.

Her back and head were resting up against an enormous furred chest, her crossed legs resting on a pair of much larger crossed legs. She was ensconced in Rain, using him as a seat and very very close to him.

In fact this went beyond close, this was a level of intimacy that she hadn’t even imagined possible, Rain’s length was still stuck deep inside of her, her lower lips locked firmly around the base of his knot, completely and utterly and hopelessly trapped.

She could feel the heat of his flesh against her lips, but more than that she could feel the mind boggling amount of boiling hot seed inside herself, her belly a smooth arc from her chest to her mons, so so so full and tight, stretched with the sheer quantity. She moved a wobbly hand over her straining belly, not even the warmth of the fire against her taut naked skin could match the raw heat emanating from within, her flesh almost feverish to the touch.

And now she was stuck like this for two weeks?!?! A helpless dangling feminine cocksleeve for this nearing nine foot tall masculine monster?

She bit her lip, trying to make the little intrusive thought at the back of head go away that was gleefully celebrating this disaster. No, this was bad, terrible even, to be stuck tight and full and- Wh-what was she supposed to do?!

Opal poked at the meat roasting over the fire, completely oblivious to the existential crisis currently happening in Rain’s lap. The fire crackled and a log fell with a flurry of spiralling sparks. She tutted. There was a lot of meat roasting, a full deer, several rabbits, a dozen rats, all hunted down by the flying wolfy teeth that were too pointy to be petted. Normally she wouldn’t be doing this, Rain preferred his meat raw, but when he had leaned over to rip into the deer carcass it had caused Lyra, who was still firmly attached to his crotch and had a front-row view, to scream and promptly faint. She then immediately jerked awake as Rain’s knot yanked at her muff, then screamed and fainted again as she saw the dead deer in front of her once more.

Rain had decided that maybe it would be better for the sheep girl’s continued sanity if the meat was cooked first, and thus they had built up the fire and Opal had gotten to work.

She stepped back satisfied it was cooking evenly and slumped down on a log, then lazily picked up what she had been fiddling with prior. It was a book. More specifically it was the Ranker’s Inkerchange. She had the one the Ranker had been using. It was smaller than the one the head councillor had possessed, small enough to fit in the Ranker’s back pocket, although to her size it was more like a regular-sized book. Rain had found it in the Ranker’s possession when he had finished eating the last of him.

She squinted down at the strange squiggly writing, the messy uneven lines of the head councillor and the exact and severe lines of the Ranker. Of course she had no idea whatsoever what either of them said, she had never learned to read Common. She knew sometimes Gobbos were born with that ability, some distant ancestor having somehow figured out how to make the chicken scratches mean something, but it was hardly a useful skill to have in a tribe of illiterate Gobbos escort bayan fındıkzade and was considered a waste of what could have been some other more useful ancestral memory.

She would have agreed with that thinking in the past, but then this Inkerchange? How useful would it be to be for a scout Gobbo to instantly communicate long distances? Obviously it would be insanely useful, extremely insanely useful. Even better she could talk to Rain wherever they went. She needed to learn to read.

She turned back to the page she had been working on and watched carefully as a clumsy line of ink appeared, the nib being held by the apparent other user being pressed down far too hard.

The word “M E A T” appeared, and then a crude picture of some meat on a bone.

She scowled at it, this one wasn’t hard to understand. She glanced up to the other user of the Inkerchange.

Rain had the larger of the two books held in one of his paws while his other paw delicately pinched a quill between index and thumb, a look of furious concentration on his face as he tried to avoid accidentally stabbing the quill through the book.

“The food will be ready soon, it won’t be long now,” she said, catching his attention.

Rain made a face and his stomach growled causing Lyra to flinch in his lap.

“One advantage of a town or city that I didn’t really think about is how concentrated the food is. In these woods everything is so spread out. I’m not getting enough to eat… I need more.”

“Well go hunting tomorrow or something, you’ll last for now, the cooking smells are just teasing you, you aren’t used to that cause you eat everything raw.”

“Hrmm. It’s still important,” he moved his paw back to the paper.

“F I S H,” read out Opal as he finished scrawling.

“Using an Inkerchange to teach a Goblin of all things to read is perhaps one of the most crude and barbaric things I have ever seen,” sniffed Vash.

Opal had left the skull out on a stump on one side of the fire like he was just another person warming themselves. Vash did not seem to particularly appreciate it.

“The ink can be removed, correct?” gravelled Rain glancing over at the skull.

“Well, yes, but that’s not the point! You are using what is considered parchment gold to scrawl graffiti nonsense! What’s more it is hardly a cheap process to remove the ink, very few mages-“

Rain held up the paw with the quill silencing him.

“It’s fine. I’m going to have this Inkerchange thing cleansed anyway, it has the Ranker’s hand handwriting in it, his personal handwriting. I want it gone. the more I can erase him from existence the better.”

“Ah yes, I’m sure that the Inkists guild will be quite happy to take the Inkerchange of the giant nine foot tall wolf monster without question,” grumped Vash, although his exasperated words lacked any impact.

Rain grunted and returned the quill to the book.

V A U S H he wrote, and carefully marked a skull symbol next to it with flame eyes, creating only a few inky blotches in the process.

“Huh, Boner has a really weird spelling.”

“Uhh…” said Rain

He was about to try and correct the Goblin girl when the Dimensional Bag which had been left by the fire suddenly shot open with a shrill cry and Red came tumbling out head over heels, his tail flopping over his head as he came to a stop in a ball. His eyes were very very wide and fearful.

The Kobold looked around realising where he was and then scuttled toward Rain to Rain’s surprise, crouching down beside him as though he wanted Rain’s masöz bayan protection.

“Is something wrong?” he said looking down at the hunched over Kobold. Red looked up at him warily, then his eyes darted back to the Dimensional Bag.

“Th-there’s something wrong with that bag, something terribly wrong.”

Rain furrowed his brow in confusion.

“The magic of it is bad? Is it breaking down?”

“No! It’s, it’s something else, it’s it’s-“

“It was a dream,” said Vash, “Describe this dream to me Kobold monster, tell me what it is that you saw.”

Red ran claws over his sweaty face, breathing in and out hard, trying to gather himself. After a moment he managed a little calm.

“I- I woke up in a place that wasn’t here. It was dark and difficult to see, and the air was hard to breathe it was so rancid and stuffy. I was floating weightless in the air like I was being held up by invisible not-strings. I tried to move but there were… things pressing against me everywhere, naked people, but they were, they were-

“Sickly?”

“Yes! Pale skinned things, like they had never seen light of any kind, and starved for food, ravenous, with two long sharp fangs, there was no end to them, the tightly packed together bodies went on forever in all directions as we were floating weightless, countless endless numbers, and the cries and groans, the suffering, so much suffering, so much unimaginable suffering, I can’t- I- I don’t feel well…”

“That is an accurate description, yes.”

Opal gave the skull a puzzled look. “You know about this creepy weirdo dream?”

“It has been studied in ages past. What? Did you assume a Dimensional Bag extended into an empty void? There are other things in there, every Dimensional Bag’s extended space for one, but also more that mages have never been able to perceive. The reason that your dimensional bag is solid stone on the interior is for defensive purposes, out of a sense of paranoid precaution, fear of the unknown, fear that whatever is out there might break through and get inside. We cannot see into that realm so we do not know what those things are, we only know that sleeping inside of a Dimensional Bag can cause dreams of that other place across the dimensional realm. Something terrible is happening in there and has been for centuries, such pain that it reaches out across that space and affects dreams.”

Red paused. “This is bullshit! You mean I can’t sleep on my gold without nasty scary dreams?!”

Rain eyed the Kobold, not liking his use of ‘my’, but the Kobold was too incensed to even notice his steady gaze. Red stormed back over to the Dimensional Bag and grabbed it up then tipped it down. After a moment a huge amount of gold waterfalled free, a great mound that piled up on the grass. Gold coins and gems and several of Opal’s weapons, and jewellery, and a collection of vanta black gems of some kind which clattered over the gold.

Red huffed then paddy pawed the gold pile before circling around on top of it like a cat then flopping down and curling up in a ball. His tail curled up around his snout, one eye slightly cracked so he could glare at the others, more specifically Rain.

“You’d better protect me. I’m the treasurer now, treasurers need to be protected so they can protect the gold.”

Rain snorted a laugh. “Sure, I-“

He paused as he felt something shift in the lower part of his body. He glanced down, it seemed like he had become soft enough to pull free. Lyra hadn’t seemed to notice, although he wasn’t sure she was noticing much of anything, she seemed a little escort bayan bağcılar dazed. Well, time to change that.

He slipped his paws beneath her armpits wrapping his digits around her chest, squeezing down on her breasts. Then he began to lift.

“Wh-what?! What are you doing?!” shrieked Lyra as she was slowly pulled into the air, her legs kicking out as an immense pressure began to tug down on her insides. She was of course still completely stark naked and the sight of her straining puss was visible to all.

Across the fire Vash let out a groan of distress, his green fire eyes darting side to side, trying to look away from the sight, but since he was immobile he found he could not look away and was forced to watch everything. Everything.

“Good gods brute, do this away from civilized eyes.”

Rain flatly ignored him and continued to drag the squeaking whimpering sheep girl up, her thighs wobbling wildly as her legs thrashed at the air.

“N-NUUUUUU!! It-it’s too soon! You c-can’t it’s supposed to be weeks!!”

Her breath caught in her throat as her lower lips stretched back around the fist of flesh that was his knot, her hands grasping at his forearms, fingers digging into his fur, her back arcing as the intense feeling stetched her. Like a weird constipation, a building pressure in her core, pulling at her most sensitive parts.

She let out a long groan as her lower lips slowly, gradually, slid up the knot, stretching wider and wider and wider.

“Stop showing me thissss!” hissed Vash increasingly agitated, his flame eyes shrinking back.

Lyra howled and Vash seemed to make a decision. A row of small chicken bones pushed out below his jaw, like little legs, and after a moment of exceptional effort they began to raise him into the air. The legs shuffled and he began to turn, moving Rain and the flailing sheep girl out of view… and into view of a crouching Goblin girl who had snuck behind him and had been watching him closely, a big shit eating grin appearing on her face.

Vash paused.

“…I see. You positioned me here to watch them on purpose…”

Opal’s grin spread wider.

“I figured if you could make a tiny bow out of bones then there was no reason at all that you could not also make boner legs.”

“That- that’s not what they are called!”

“Hmm, whatever. What matters is that we know you can move around on your own now, you no longer have that secret. Remember the deal Boner, do anything that goes against us and I’ll do things to you that will make your soul shrivel up in horror.”

“Tch. I am in no hurry to annoy the brute, I saw what he did to the town of Lynthia. If anything I am more inclined to be on your side, being with one of the few beings that isn’t an undead hating leveler, but is also rational and strong is in my self interest.”

Opal tilted her head to the side. “We’ll see.”

Behind them Lyra’s voice was rising higher and higher in pitch as the pressure increased, her legs going stiff and rigid, her clit forced free from its hood and standing erect against the bulb sloooowly pulling free from her puss.

Rain grunted, using his true strength, and then with a lurch and a feminine scream from Lyra he schl-popped! free, Lyra’s puss slopping over the top of his knot then desperately gripping at his softening length as it poured from her folds, inches and inches and inches until the head slipped free with a steaming splatter of cum.

Lyra shrieked once more and fell from his grip, falling to the ground in front of him, a steady hose of cum pouring from her reddened puffy gaped folds, pooling on the grass behind her.

She whimpered and desperately shoved her hands between her thighs, pressing them up against herself and closing off the flow, keeping the delicious heat inside.

“N-nuu, it’s m-mine,” she keened as she slumped on the ground, her voice soft as she tried to keep Rain inside even as thick white slowly oozed from between her fingers.

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(Note to readers: This is an entry in the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2022, and there is indeed plenty of [physical] lovin’, and a whole lot of summer. The story’s premise is that climate change is happening, and it will be really bad. Anyone who takes offense at this premise may choose not to read the story. As for the momentous decision made by the main character, between two currently-unlikely choices, the author has no horse in this race. It’s the MC’s call, in this specific situation, in keeping with his own thinking and feelings. All characters are 18 or older. The sex includes interracial, male-to-female anal, and mild F-F contact within an MFFM foursome.)

***

Rumbling noise surrounded him, ringing his ears and vibrating his limbs. Even through his KevMesh suit he felt stinging, maybe wind-driven ice crystals. The iceberg’s plunge towards the thawed slope thrilled him with vertigo, as he flexed his knees and ankles to keep the snowboard in steady contact. Then he saw, just below him, a gush of meltwater, escaping the glacier’s innards. The front of the berg splashed into this flood, then the whole thing jerked up and to the left, and he lost contact, upside down, spinning.

The data feed stopped, and without pressure from his suit, he lurched against the foam struts that averted a fall to the floor and possible injury. The headset informed his eyes: The snowboarder construct you rented is no longer able to provide input.

Skylar yanked off the headset, while still leaning awkwardly against the struts. He hadn’t been able to ride the berg all the way down, but he huffed hard and fast to fill his lungs. His heart rate had zoomed, the adrenaline rush still thrilled him.

The suit was snug, even when it wasn’t applying pressure. He felt his sweat wick into the thin layers. His only discomfort was the grip on his erection.

He pulled the strap at his waist, and the lower half of the suit slid down his legs. When he boarded the bergs that calved, as Greenland become more land and less glacier, the ride usually lasted long enough for him both to get hard and get off. The interruptus of his coitus, which had been happening in the Pussleeve around his cock, left him with a boner. Should I jerk it? he thought in self-mockery. How pre-industrial!

Instead, he let his body slide down to sit on the floor of the strut cage, and thumbed a spot on the Pussleeve that started an auto mode. Bare-ass on the carpet, he let technology pleasure his schwanz.

This is the least of the energy waste I’m causing, he thought. A drone copter in Greenland is now scavenging what’s left of the snowboarding bot. The storage shed will then reassemble, repair, and test the bot, all while consuming fuel and spewing waste heat. Hastening even more the opportunities for real estate investing in Greenland.

His self-criticism went no further, as his putz pleasure ramped up. Too late, Skylar thought of getting more stimuli. He’d have to scramble to pick up the headset, then start some porn. But the first rush of his orgasm kept him slumped against the struts. He let it play out, spasm after spurting spasm.

It felt okay. Nowhere near as good as at the finish of a berg ride. Not even as good as sex with a woman.

Skylar got to his feet. His legs wobbled a bit as he left the strut cage. In the bathroom he peeled down the Pussleeve and dropped it in the autosink. As he pissed at the waste niche, he pulled the top of the suit off over his head. With his skin fully exposed, comforted by the cool air for which he paid a fortune, he took stock of how he felt.

Still horny, despite his progress to flaccidity.

Still getting his lungs and heart back to normal.

He decided he’d seek no more physical thrills from virtual input, for the rest of this day. Skylar was 48. His health was at a decent baseline, and while his looks and build were the standardized prime for his genes, he’d had some recent instances of not bouncing back quickly after excessive thrill-seeking. Despite appearances, he was no longer 25. The nanobots in his body should not be overtaxed.

So, then… he thought. Sex with a woman?

He knew that if he removed a filter from his message queue, there would be at least twenty ‘invitations’ from women who were very attractive, even interesting and witty, and eager to entertain him however he liked. But they were all Uncool.

He had dated four Uncools. He then promised himself he’d never do it again. What these women wanted, and needed, was more than he was willing to give them: The opportunity to spend the rest of their lives in his air conditioning.

Returning to his centerspace, he picked up his black rectangular handheld, and set it in a wall sconce. He enabled the wall to its left to show the real-time video image he would send. He adjusted it vertically from thirty millies above his head to halfway escort bayan çapa between his navel and the cock base.

Next to the image was a handheld-provided list of his female neighbors who were Cools, and lived alone. Data showed who was at home and willing to receive calls.

He said, “Meredith.”

As he waited, facing a spinning circle to the right of the sconce, he flexed his abs, getting sharper definition from the overhead light. Middle-aged men in this generation are like all those who have gone before, he thought. Vain, yet insecure.

The wall bloomed with a life-sized image of a lean, long-limbed woman, seated in a chair both softened for luxury and supported for desk work. Strawberry-blonde tresses tumbled to her shoulders, giving way to a multicolored tunic. She smiled and said, “What a fine load of beefcake! Poor Skylar, is your aircon failing, forcing you to shed heat from your skin?”

He returned a lips-only smile. “The thought of you always heats me excessively. And prompts me to seek your interest in mutual, in-person diversion.”

She gave a slight nod. “True, I do enjoy that with you. Even if it means having to cool my air even more to counteract two exerting bodies.”

He tried a dig of his own. “Is your aircon failing? I would welcome you into mine.”

“Oh no,” she said. “A single woman must uphold her safety. We will tryst here, with my home security primed to respond to my alerts.”

His nod was mock-obsequious. “As you prefer.” He had never been on the wrong side of her home security, and expected that their usual sex need not worry him.

“Bring wine,” said Meredith. “I want proof that you’re making an effort. Also, I’m going to invite other people.”

His brow knit. “Who?”

“I doubt you know them. One man, one woman. I find them quite desirable.”

His smile returned. “I see no harm in that.”

Meredith’s gaze on him was sharp. “And they’re Uncool.”

His smile vanished. “Why?”

She laughed. “I’ll take that to mean, ‘Why am I consorting with such people?’ And not, ‘Why are they Uncool?’ They interest me, intellectually as well as physically. Now you will join them as yet another supplicant, placing need above principles.” She raised an eyebrow. “Unless these conditions drive you away from me.”

He tried to make venom drip from his voice. “You enchant me so much, that your choice of desperate paramours is irrelevant.”

“Goodness, you must truly need to sink your dong in a pussy. Bring enough wine for four people to go off the rails.”

She ended the call.

***

As his car rolled out of the garage, Skylar ordered the roof to retract. The air temperature was 35 Celsius, which as a boy he had known as 95 Fahrenheit. This was below the recent normal for late August, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.

He had decided that in order to appreciate fully what he had, he needed the occasional immersion in what his dwelling held at bay. The direct exposure to the sun wasn’t a huge hardship, at this latitude, for the amount of time he’d spend in it.

He told the car to drive to his usual liquor store. The store was one of the structures that was here before the housing boom of refugees from climate change.

There were still isolated moments of ‘winter’ in the Upper Peninsula. Sometimes in January, jet-stream buckles brought in snow from what was left of the Arctic ice fields. The melt-off counteracted evaporation from the open water of Lake Superior, where the bottom now contained heat exchanger inputs that assisted the air conditioning of the new residents.

Some of the new residents. Abundance did not make cool air cheap, for the swarms of Uncools, who had also migrated here, as much of America became less habitable.

Skylar settled in to the expression affected by most Cools when they were out in the open: Face devoid of emotion, sunglasses totally opaque. He looked up at a stark blue sky, given depth by a few cumulus clouds. Heavy industry in Duluth had collapsed long ago, so the air in the U.P. was among the purest on Earth. So the Uncools get something good from being here, he told himself.

He keyed in his order to the liquor store while still in transit, but specified in-person pickup. Skylar flattered himself that he hadn’t cut off completely from human contact in uncontrolled spaces, as so many Cools had done. And when I arrive at Meredith’s, he thought in amused mischief, her aircon will have to work that much harder to draw off my heat.

He parked on heat-shimmering concrete and walked perhaps fifteen steps, then manually opened the store’s glass door. Hot air gusted with him into the air-conditioned space, and he hauled the door shut more quickly than the pneumatic closer would have.

“Thanks,” came a male voice. Skylar took this as recognition of the courtesy of his quick closure. escort gecelik Yet the tone also suggested that the door never should have opened at all, and the customer should have picked up the order from the loading dock.

Despite this, Skylar smiled as he approached the counter, removing his shades. “Hello, Arnold. How’s everything?”

“Hot,” said the storekeeper, barely adding the smile that went with the years-old joke.

The aircon in the store was minimal, perhaps set higher than 25 C. A small amount of energy lit the video board that showed a calendar of August 2054, and this notice: ‘You must be born on or before this day in 2033 to purchase alcohol, tobacco, cannabis, or psychoactives.’

“Nuclear fusion will save us all,” said Skylar, extending the joke. “It should be here any day now.”

“Fifty-one seventy-eight,” said Arnold, glancing at the box of bottles on the counter.

Skylar knew enough to end the repartee. He tapped his left thumbnail with the index nail, enabling his payment chip. He swept the thumbnail across the counter. A chirp sounded. Skylar hefted the box in both hands.

“Let me,” said Arnold, scurrying from behind the counter. Skylar waited until Arnold could open the door. Then, quickstepping out made it possible for Arnold to close the door rapidly.

Skylar shook his head as he stowed the box in the trunk. If the store’s aircon exceeded an energy limit set by the corporate owner, either Arnold would have to pay a penalty, or the aircon could be cut back. The aircon was timed to the store’s open hours only, so Arnold would gain nothing from trying to live there. That night he would return to his home, where he and his family would try to endure with perhaps an hour or two of low-level aircon, mixed in with each person shedding heat in a bathtub full of Lake Superior water.

Some commentators (all of them Cools, as far as Skylar knew) insisted that, a century and more ago, people survived without aircon, and thus should do so now. These statements tended to overlook how summer heat was much worse now, and lasted much longer in the ‘temperate’ zones, and that in the old days, death from heatstroke was seen as a normal part of life.

I can’t do anything about this, Skylar insisted. The world is what it is. I was just born into it. Earlier generations should have prevented this.

***

As the cylindrical door rotated Skylar into the house, Meredith approached with a smile. “Oooh, yaah, welcome to my humble abode.” Meredith Oliphant was from Philadelphia. The Yooper accent, voiced by the people who had lived here for generations, drove her giddy from the moment she first heard it. She delighted in trying to imitate it, no matter whom she offended.

Skylar set down the box. “Have your guests arrived?”

“Not yet,” she said in her normal voice.

Her hands reached to the back of his neck, while his slid around her slender waist.

He asked, “Should we wait?”

“I don’t mind if they find us in flagrante delicto.” She closed in for a slow, deep kiss.

As callous and cynical as Meredith acted, Skylar knew she could be sweet and giving as a lover. She molded her lean, supple torso to his, one hand sending fingers through his hair while the other held his upper back, as if she needed his strength. To Skylar, in this initial phase, she seemed vulnerable. Later, if the action shifted to her kinks, she might become boisterous.

He dropped his right arm to the crook of her knees, and hefted her into a bride-carry. His impatience brought from her a surprised “Ohhh!” Also, a tighter grip on him.

He took her to a bedchamber, not caring if it was one she preferred. He set her gently on the wide bed, then straightened to disrobe. He gave her a stern look that belied his delight.

She gazed at him, stretching out on her back. “Yes, you brute,” she hissed. “Take me!” Then, with a hint of a smile, “If you can!”

Stripped, erection bounding from his loins, he reached to her hips and pulled away her elastic-waisted trousers. She hefted her butt to assist. As he had found often in their past, she was without underwear.

He then leaned to tower over her and rub a thumb on her clit hood. He found it moist, even this far from her interior. Quickly, but not roughly, he pushed his glans between her labia.

“Yeeesssss,” she whimpered, grabbing his sides and pulling him close. “Possess me, Skylar! Own me!”

The feeling of her walls on his driving cock, the slick warm pressure, woke him from a semi-slumber he hadn’t realized. This had begun so routinely, Meredith snarky and then nice, but the reality that now immersed his muscles and nerves shocked him. Had his expectations been so low, after the loss of the iceberg ride? My body wants hers, he thought. A pussleeve can only do so much.

“Own you,” he mumbled, drawn in to her roleplay. escort bayan florya “So I can…”

He was interrupted by a huge rush, shuddering him just shy of climax. He felt her trunk squirm, and lift his.

“Tell me!” she said. “What will my owner do?”

While trying to hold back from orgasm, Skylar said, “Whenever you do something that is your choice, I will stop you, and have you do my bidding!” That was the right attitude, he thought, but too vague.

She led him to an example. “So, when I am crocheting, and at the most difficult moment–“

“I will slap it out of your hands and stuff my dick in your mouth!”

Meredith wailed. Her thighs slammed around his hips, and her torso jerked rapidly. Good enough, I guess, thought Skylar, maintaining his thrusts as her pressure nearly throttled his shaft.

She continued to writhe and spasm. His chest felt her nipples harden, even through her tunic. Her grip on his shoulders and hair raised doubt about who owned whom.

He couldn’t recall her ever going this wild from their fucking. Is it because she has these other people on the way? he wondered. Is she excited about the sex, or something else?

He kept pumping as she moaned and flexed. He still drove to her full depth, but slowed, unsure if he could hold back until after she subsided.

He couldn’t. But his spurts began while her ecstasy was easing. He yelped, repeatedly. Meredith, despite looking totally wrung out, bucked, repeatedly, to keep milking him.

Pleasure chemicals flooded his brain, overriding some of its other tasks. As the joy spiked through him, he was dimly aware that his mouth hung open, and drooled. It’s the ecstasy I have now, he thought. Maybe not better, but different. Now I have feedback from a lover, her touch as surprising as the input from VR.

When his body went limp, he thought his voice might be gone. Meredith was just as limp, but then started chuckling.

“You’re pretty lame, as a dom,” she said, “but I never need very much of that. Now please get this sack of muscles off of me.”

He rolled to the side and rasped, “Did you, um, ‘prepare’ for this?”

“Certainly. Your attitude on the call suggested that there might not be foreplay.” She twiddled a few fingers in mid-air. “I gave my arena a warmup act, while awaiting the headliner.”

She sat up, and pulled off her tunic. He appreciated her fully revealed form, sculpted by her own nanobots to defy a few decades of her past. “Stay as you are, including the slime,” she told him. “I want us to be inappropriate for my guests.”

***

They arrived together, a dark-skinned man and a light-skinned woman, dressed minimally for time spent outdoors. Skylar and Meredith, waiting in her centerspace, sat in loungers surfaced with something that wicked the detritus from Skylar’s skin.

“Welcome,” said Meredith. “You may help yourself to some wine, and give some to us also.”

The man opened the box and the woman went to the kitchen, showing their familiarity with Meredith, and her house, and their acceptance of their roles here.

When Skylar and Meredith had been given their glasses, Meredith said, “Skylar, these are George Hempstead and Solange Duchamps.” To the newcomers, “This is Skylar Mendenhall.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Solange, from inside the tunic she was removing.

“Same here,” said George, chuckling. “Please forgive the immediate garment removal. An Uncool like myself must shed heat whenever possible.”

George’s eyes flicked towards Solange. Skylar wondered if George’s ‘myself’ had special meaning, with these two Uncools.

“Quite all right, George,” said Meredith with a smile. “You are here, after all, to disport with us.”

Solange, now nude, stood upright and fluffed out her curly brown hair. Despite Skylar’s two recent orgasms, his eyes widened, drinking in what was clearly a display for his benefit. She was tall, long-legged and -necked, with creamy skin accented only by a brown pubic triangle, and tiny red nipples high on small, round breasts. Her face could be thought of as angelic, in the sense of Renaissance paintings, but no more fleshed than the rest of her body. Her blue eyes seemed to paralyze Skylar, without Solange appearing to make an effort.

“As far as I know,” said Meredith, “Skylar is entirely straight. So it’s no surprise, Solange, that you have the early advantage.”

Skylar now had another statement to translate. If this is more of Meredith’s role-play, he thought, I’ll lose interest in a flash. When riding an iceberg, or space-walking in geosynch, I don’t have to deal with mind games.

Meredith told Skylar, “George and Solange are academics. So many of the world’s centers of learning have established what they call branch campuses up here, but George’s posting is more traditional. He’s actually on the faculty of Michigan Tech, leading much of the engineering research.”

Noting that Meredith didn’t continue, Skylar asked Solange, “And in what way are you not traditional?”

Solange settled on a chair next to Skylar’s lounger. “My work is entirely in research and development,” she said. With a smile towards George: “I don’t have to maintain the fiction of attempting to teach students.”