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This is the sequel to ‘Goddesses’, and it is recommended, though not essential, that that story be read first. It is also recommended that the entire ‘Secret Lives’ series be read before that.

With that out of the way please enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

Eva raised her arms over her head and clapped. “Okay everyone, sun’s down. There’s literally nothing left to do here; you should go home.”

There was a quiet murmur from her workers. The most dedicated ones, a dozen or so, had remained after hours at the little orchard, either finding things to do or just standing around to chat and admire their work. They began to file down the rows of bushes towards the exit, pulling their gloves off their arms as they went.

She walked outside of and against the various rows of their alien plant and continued to call out to any more distantly placed workers. “Thank you, Danny. Good work today, Alice.” By the light of the rising moons she saw the smiles of pride on their faces. She felt the same.

It was going to be an amazing harvest; probably their best ever. The moonberries looked more like moon-melons, so extraordinarily plump and ripe were they. A month and a half earlier the moons had both been full, and so it would have been a slightly early harvest of average quality, but Eva had taken a gamble and decided they’d wait for the next pair of full moons. An unseasonably warm autumn had been their blessing, for in the time between then and that special night the alien fruit had grown to a size and ripeness like none they’d ever seen before. They were literally bursting with fragrant potent juice, in fact more than once workers had to be rushed to the showers when a burst fruit had covered them in toxic pulp.

With the two full moons finally climbing overhead it was their last night to hang from vine, and at the crack of dawn what had been the most beautiful bounty Eva and her workers had ever seen would be picked from the marshy orchard and sent for processing.

She watched the distant glow of the last of her workers lifting away from the orchard in a vehicle, to hurtle back to the mainland – a place where purple alien plants could no longer grow. With a calm sigh she turned back to her plants and took a deep breath, feeling pride for what she’d created, then headed toward her own vehicle.

Instead of the clamshell door over her driver’s seat she opened the trunk and pulled out a bottle, a vintage from a couple years before. As she looked down upon it she mentally accessed her Network Chip, making sure no one else was still present on her land.

She was alone. She uncorked it and took a swig. It wasn’t bad at all, though as soon as her current harvest was ready the standards of excellence in moonberry wine would surely be rewritten. She tasted the sweet bitterness and felt the tingle of her first sip, and a beginning spark of electricity began in her nerves. She wasn’t about to go home. Now completely alone, she wanted to enjoy one last stroll through her orchard before the harvest. Aided by the bottle in her hand, a night of moon-madness was about to begin.

She released a little giggle of building joy as she broke into a run toward the rising silvery satellites, which were climbing higher over the darkened rows of moonberry, her arm with bottle in hand primly pushing the wild bounces of her own twin spheres against her chest. The vineyard was becoming bathed in soft cool light. She slowed to a walk once within the enclosing shoulder-high walls of the rows of vines and tilted the bottle up, taking a deep sip.

The nocturnal light shone off the fruit, and to her eye it seemed to sparkle. The visual distortions were beginning to take hold, and with them came excitement and euphoria. The geometry of the long, straight row of vines attracted her eye, and it seemed to be growing longer, as if she would need her vehicle to fly her to the other side.

“All this is mine. I created this. My hard work, my stumbles and sacrifices.”

It wasn’t just the vineyard that was hers. Most would say that the world itself was also her domain, for it was accepted among the three nations of the planet that she, Eva Dennis, was the one who had put the pieces in motion for goddess and human alike to find new lives away from Earth. For that, the planet had been named after her.

All that hadn’t come easy; there had been political tension and eventually upheavals between the two goddess nations – Eva Australis in the south and Lemuria to the north – before they had come to agree upon the official story and name of their world. She had played a role in resolving that, too, merely by showing up, for during a two hundred year absence spent asleep on top of a frozen mountain on Earth, then in stasis in a decompressed space barge, her name had become the stuff of legend. Awakening in a strange new world, she was living proof of all the legends, and with proof came unity.

Those accomplishments were rarely ever intentional. Ever since her early adulthood on Earth she’d found herself in a sequence escort bayan şirinevler of situations where her actions, however small, had set forces of great change in motion.

One thing that she had done, with full knowledge and control of what would result, was the creation of that vineyard. And that spectacular harvest.

With a woop of glee she tilted the bottle up again and drank deep, and the purple liquor splashed against her chin and trickled down her neck, into the cleave of her breast. Staining her clothes. “Huh!” She was alone, and feeling free. There was no need for clothing anyway. She put the bottle down and began to peel out of her stretchy leggings and white t-shirt. She breathed a sigh of relief as her soft shaft unbonded itself from her thigh to swing freely, and rubbed her aching breasts once they were released from the containment of her sports bra.

The marshy soil was wet beneath her bare feet. With the bottle in hand she hopped, she skipped, she ran and she spun, laughing to herself as her mind wrapped itself tighter within its glowing violet blanket of moonberry induced joy. When she’d reach the end of a row she would turn around a bush, preferring to run once more down the next row than to walk into the marshy puddles and wild growth of Eva’s wilderness. She was quite a sight – a tall, slender goddess of exceptional beauty and blessing, her naked and incredibly well endowed body glowing pale in the light of the moons as she stumbled about in a giggling state of rapture.

Her pace slowed, and with a soft chuckle she ran a hand through her shoulder length black and violet streaked hair to look down at her growing arousal, which had become heavy and was pendulously tapping against her legs, just above her knees. “That didn’t take long.” Moonberry wasn’t just a euphoriant, nor just a hallucinogen. To goddesses it was also a powerful aphrodisiac, and for that reason it was customary to drink it with a partner.

Eva, somewhat of a loner, was occasionally content to drink alone. It was one of those times, though in her mind she didn’t feel like she was the only one there. She had her harvest, and the planet itself, as her partner that night.

It was getting harder. To ease the slight pain of it pivoting stiffly against her groin she had to slow her pace, and her giggles grew lower and more languorous as it began to rise and sway with each hip rocking, breast jostling step. Soon it was fully up, throbbing and ceasing to swing at an incredible sixteen inches. In that state it couldn’t possibly be ignored, and with just the slightest feeling of shame she placed a slender hand on it and began to slowly slide it to and away from herself, taking her time with it as she continued to walk. She headed towards the end of the row, for if she were to play with herself she would at least do so away from the plants.

“Ow!” As she’d reached the end of the row she stepped on something sharp, a gardening tool of some sort. She brought her foot up and grabbed her ankle, tilting the sole toward herself, and saw her blood, almost blackish in the moonlight, dripping from the small wound. A dark ruby jewel fell from her pierced skin to land in the soil beneath her. “Fuck…”

When she set that foot back down she had to hobble on her tippy toes. She paid no mind, preferring still to focus on the growing pleasure of her hand making the long repeat journey up and down her tense shaft. Her balance failed her and she fell to the ground, just beyond the edge of her vineyard. She laughed, and was content to lie there on her side as her strokes quickened. She set her bottle of moonberry aside so her other hand could join the first, pointing her cock upwards parallel with her chest. “Mmm…”

Her hips started to move with her motions, as if she were slowly making love to her hands. Translucent pre had begun to drip from the tip, drizzling sideways onto the earth beneath her. In her moonberry enhanced state it seemed to glow violet. She didn’t have to bend very far forward to lick some of the hot fluid away from the tight, throbbing head. As her own flavour coated her tongue she reached for her bottle and washed it down with a deep sip, then set that down again and began to massage the ever flowing fluid into her turgid flesh.

Soon the glowing pre had entirely coated her, and her hands were slipping up and down her shaft with ease and speed. Adding twists of her wrists to her movements, she gave a slight groan of enjoyment before tucking the end of her cock into her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back with pleasure as she stroked and massaged, feeling the building pressure of release coming. Deep into her moonberry delirium, the sensation was thrilling. Her flow of precum had increased to occasional throbbing spurts, which she drank down messily. She could feel it dripping hot off her cheek onto the soil.

“Guh… oooh…!” It was coming! She pointed her steel-hardened cannon away from herself and with broad shakes of her abdomen bahçeşehir escort thrust herself in and out of her tight, slippery grip. Her throbs were growing faster. Everything now seemed to glow.

“Ahhh! Haha, ha, oh god, yes!” She blasted the first long rope of burning violet into the wild growth of the marsh. In a state of complete rapture she continued to wring her hands up and down her cock, sending more and more repeat shots of goddess seed away and onto the alien soil with wet splashes and patters. What would have appeared creamy white to sober eyes was like a growing pile of brilliant purple energy to Eva’s. Thrilled, she continued to milk her climax out, feeling pride for the extent of the mess was she creating.

When finally she’d finished she gave a cry of joy and rolled onto her back. As her throbbing endowment shuddered and drooled its remnants between her breasts she lifted them and massaged it into their oversized, bouncy spherical softness. Her back arched, pushing her body sensually upwards toward the moons overhead as they blessed her sensual beauty with cool light.

Eventually she rose off her side to sit and admire her mess. She was a little ashamed, but more amused at the big surprise she’d be leaving for her workers when they arrived the next morning. Her hand returned to her shaft to trail up and down her hardness, which under the influence of moonberry would easily stay with her for hours and provide several more enormous loads.

FFFFFF…

There was a strange, wet hissing noise coming from her mess. “What?” She looked more intently at it, and it seemed to be shrinking, as if it were draining away. On hands and knees she crawled a couple more feet closer, away from her orchard and toward the wilderness, to kneel before it.

The soil was sucking it in, drinking it up. She blinked, wondering if what she saw was merely a product of her hallucinations. Eventually it had all been absorbed, leaving nary a trace, and purple vapour seemed to rise from where it had lain. “What in the…” She patted at the soil. It was warm, but there was no sign of what she’d done.

Suddenly the ground opened! Purple tendrils and vines surged out of the earth and reached for her. With a yelp of shock she staggered backward, but they were quick and deliberate. Though beginning thin they grew wider as they continued to rise from the soil, revealing themselves to be like some sort of bizarre botanical tentacles. They wrapped themselves around her arms, her legs, her torso, and with unassailable power pulled her towards their point of origin. The soil parted wider. “Fuck! No, what is this?! No!”

They dragged her into the alien soil, and it swallowed her up. Her screams faded. The night became silent, save for the wind rustling the moonlit vines of the orchard.

Chapter 2

Hello.

Hello? Where am I? What is this?

You are within me.

Eva was aware of her surroundings, though her point of view wasn’t connected to any pair of eyes. She was bodiless, and surrounded by nothing but white light.

Uh huh? And where is that?

You are not of this environment. You are from somewhere else, completely unlike anything I’ve known.

Hmm… sure.

You are another consciousness. You are more intricate, more beautiful than anything I have seen. I am in awe.

Eva thought the voice that spoke to her was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on who it might have belonged to. Who are you?

I am the world, nameless. And you… you are named Eva.

It then dawned on Eva where she recognized the voice from – it was her own, though it seemed detached from her, just as it would when listening to herself speak on a recording. The entity that spoke to her and had put her in that featureless white void had chosen to use her own voice to speak to her.

Where is my body?

Do you wish to inhabit your corporeal form, here?

Yes.

Eva was suddenly standing on her two feet. She held out her arms and looked her naked self over, looking for any signs of harm after her harrowing encounter with the alien vines. She was in perfect condition. “Okay, that’s an improvement. What about you? Can I see who I’m speaking to?”

Of course.

Suddenly there was ground beneath Eva’s feet. It was the wild, moist soil and purple and maroon grass and shrubs of the planet. “Okay, but… okay? What does this mean?”

You still don’t understand. Perhaps I should take a form more familiar to you, something you know. To do so might please me, as well.

Before Eva could even reply a figure was standing before her. It was a double of herself, a tall and beautiful goddess in the nude, though there were some very bold differences. The twin of Eva’s skin was pale pinkish purple, with whisps and veins of darker purple streaking and swirling across her flesh like grey on white marble. As it looked at her it smiled and stepped forward, and its distinctly sexualized body swayed and bounced with its movement, başakşehir escort just as she had seen her own so many times in the mirror. Seeing an image of herself moving under its own will, not a reflection, Eva saw the primal beauty so many others saw in her.

“You are most beautiful. I am in awe.” It reached to Eva and ran its finger tips across her midriff. Startled, she stepped back. “And I feel grateful to have borrowed your form. It seems to be one built to create pleasure. One that is exceptional in its reproductive role. Taking it was a very good idea.”

“What… what are…” Eva’s duplicate was smiling in loving warmth as it stepped closer. In doing so her long purple endowment swung heavily and tapped against her leg, and Eva looked down to see it quickly growing and filling out. She was surprised to realize her own was doing the exact same, and with it came a feeling of desire, of pleasure in the presence of the strange being. “Ahh…!” It was like the most powerful moonberry high had seized her and filled her with love and arousal.

With its body turned slightly to allow its rising endowment to project out past Eva’s hip it laid itself breast to breast with her. At the feel of its breath against her lips she forgave the strangeness of their situation and surrendered to the being, and she and it kissed with sudden urgency.

“Mmm…” In unison they backed their hips away from each other, not breaking the heated contact of their lips, to swing their twin shafts into the space between their bodies. They then, with those hardened weapons pinned between their torsos, were able to properly embrace with a deepened, unguarded passion.

“Oh my god. This is so strange. Incredible.”

“I enjoy this form. I feel such pleasurable sensations. There are so many things I’d like us to do.” The being’s hands trailed up from Eva’s hips, into and beyond the slender thinning of her waist until they were able to cup the sides of her breasts. As it gave them a tentative, loving squeeze Eva groaned with desire, her back arching sensually, causing their shafts to rub and consequently throb against each other.

As it continued to fondle and love her very large, rounded beauties Eva’s hands began to slide up and down its enormous violet shaft.

“Mmm! I do like that… very much.”

Eva giggled softly. “Of course you do.” She looked down to the bulbous, tense head that capped it, and after a moment to consider the strangeness of her situation bent slightly forward to have it against her lips, which kissed softly before parting to envelop its heat.

“Ohh! A divine sensation!”

Eva looked up to it and chuckled at its reaction. Yes, divine sensations were indeed what her cock could produce. She returned her mouth to the end of it and let her tongue play across it while firmly stroking and twisting with both hands. Her purple skinned double twitched and moaned before regaining some composure.

“You enjoy doing this as well, Eva. It pleases you to pleasure my organ.”

“Mhmm.”

“I… I can better arrange for that, then.” The being gently set her hand on the end of Eva’s cock and cupped the head. It began to push downward. When Eva felt no resistance against that push she had to stop and watch in confusion.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“My… what are you doing?”

The being’s hand drifted lower and lower still, as what had once been an incredibly long cock shrunk down and painlessly retreated into Eva’s body. She felt at the same time changes within herself, as if something were opening up inside of her to replace that which was being so quickly and effortlessly diminished. Eva was becoming fully female.

“How can you… this isn’t possible?”

“This is no physical world. It is a place within me, of my creation. Whatever we please is possible.” The being’s hand was soon resting against the space where her cock and balls had once been. It let a finger hook up, and Eva gasped as she felt it enter her.

“Oh… my god…” Eva’s head fell back, and as she experienced the new sensations of her female anatomy she seemed to forget everything else. Her hands became still and settled at the base of the being’s shaft as she shut her eyes and lowly moaned, grinding against its open hand.

It pulled its arm away and stepped back, causing many tense inches to slip through Eva’s slackened grasp. She opened her eyes to see it getting onto its knees, its cock’s stiff bounces and lengthy sways commanding her to approach. It laid itself back on the purple alien grass. As she looked down upon it she began to understand what it was: that being, the grass below it and the soil the grass grew from were all one organism. The creature who imitated her form was from the planet itself, stemming from its soul and consciousness.

Eva dropped to her hands and knees and approached. The being giggled softly as she placed her pale hands at the base of its purple shaft and slowly brought them up, guiding the end toward her mouth. As she did her best to envelop the tip her tongue played over delicate yet hardened skin before she let her lips wetly trail downward. It was just so incredibly long, so heated with power, and though that was a fact she’d been well aware of since her teenage years it felt different to be presented with it as a true woman. She was awed by it, and felt a growing, aching desire for it to fill the new space within her.

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My stomach woke me with a growl. Those drinks at the tiki bar had been tasty but not exactly filling. What time was it? I fumbled about on the end table for my phone, the room’s blackout curtains proving a little too effective. 4:20 PM, smoke them if you got them. Well I didn’t “got” them and it never really did much for me anyway, but I could certainly identify with the munchies right about then. The lamp flipped on with a click. Where the fuck was that room service menu?

A cheeseburger later I emerged from my room clad in cotton shorts and a tank top, searching for a place where I could update my wardrobe. Narrow halls wound through the resort before opening up to a garden style atrium centered on a fountain. The Marketplace: a sprawling complex of stores that went well beyond the typical hotel gift shop set up. This was a miniature shopping mall designed to cater to the unforeseen needs of those testing out a new sex.

I entered “Belle X” on a hunch and immediately confirmed my assumption as I looked out over rack after rack of women’s clothing. The sales clerk pounced on me as soon as I entered, never giving me a chance to feel overwhelmed by the slew of choices. A whip of a Latina, she crackled energy as she circled the store, a perpetual motion machine who bounced on the balls of her feet whenever she was compelled to stay in one spot for more than a moment.

“Such a pretty little Spring you are” she purred as she lifted a blonde strand off my shoulder for inspection, “us natural girls would kill for this color, yes?”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she was talking about, but I knew she wasn’t really asking me a question.

She circled me twice, then planted herself in front of me, taking my chin and tilting it down so that she could zoom in on my eyes. Since taking the pill, she was the first person I had met who was actually shorter than me but there was no doubt who was in charge here as she inspected me, not in the leering manner of man-bun but as an artist studies his muse. “Verde, very pretty,” and then she stepped back, taking me in from a wide angle lens. For a moment she came to rest at a standstill, save for the finger tapping her chin. “No, not a Spring, but a light Summer” she decreed in a hushed tone as if she had just discerned some solemn truth. Then she turned a disapproving glare upon my tank top. “And here you are wearing black. Come along, Rosie will take care of you senorita.” She spun on her heels and disappeared into the racks.

I followed at a trot, struggling to keep up with only the sound of her jangling jewelry to track her by. “But I thought every girl kept a little black dress in her closet?” I protested in the general direction of the jangling steps. Seriously, how was black a fashion faux paus?

“Not you, nothing darker than a light navy, understand?” The voice floating back to me from the clothes.

I finally caught up to her, found her standing at a rack, fingers flying furiously. I didn’t understand at all, but I wasn’t about to argue.

The rifling fingers stopped and she thrust a dress towards me, one or two shades lighter than navy. “Here, this is your little navy dress. Now come, we’ve got much to do.”

Several hours later I staggered out of the store, not entirely sure what had hit me. I had spent who knows how much time and money just sprinting around, dressing and undressing on command. I still felt clueless fashion wise. I now knew that I measured 32B-24-34 but that was about it in terms of positive knowledge. Everything else was more in the form of what not to do, such as not “ruining” the lines of tight dresses by wearing boyshorts underneath, or the previously mentioned “don’t wear black.” Okay, it was mostly instructions to stop wearing what I was currently wearing. But at least Rosie had pieced together enough outfits for me that it would be a while before I had to think about how to dress myself.

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“Another Guinness, Sam?”

I grunt an approval that sends Tommy to the row of taps to start the pour. Looking in the mirror suspended above the bar, I see remnants of the last pint caught in my beard and wipe the foam onto the back of my forearm. The others had already left with various bedwarmers for the night, leaving me alone. Letting my Basic expire had spared me the attentions of Felix but only encouraged Chloe, along with several other enterprising takers who had introduced themselves to me tonight.

In fact, almost every girl in the resort had made herself available to me tonight. Except for the one I was waiting on. Luck of the Irish ran dry tonight.

The pint glass is placed in front of me, a perfect pour that sparks joy. “Thank you Tommy, you’re the best.”

“Surprised you’re still here talking to me. Plenty of chances to leave with more attractive conversation partners.”

I smile sheepishly. “I was waiting on someone actually: met her at the pool today, new check-in that doesn’t know anyone, so I invited her out with us, escort bayan bahçelievler you know, help her make some friends.”

“Oh so you got stood up?” It would be nice if he wasn’t quite so obviously gleeful about this.

“What, no, it wasn’t a set date, just a ‘hey some of us are going out later if you want to join’ type of thing.”

“Oh sure, I understand, really, I do.” Tommy starts to perform a ‘there there’ series of pats on my knuckles before I hastily withdraw my hand.

“Tommy” I grumble.

“Hey man, I’m just busting your balls, you know I don’t mean anything by it. It is kind of nice though to know that even Sam strikes out sometimes.”

“You’re a real spanner, you know that?” He laughs while I take my first sip of the pint. Hard to get too worked up with a beer in front of me.

The laugh freezes as Tommy looks over my head. He tosses his bar towel onto the counter with an exasperated sigh and a shake of his head. “Fucking Sam” he mutters as he stalks to the far end of the bar. Spinning in my stool, I look back to the entrance for the source of Tommy’s discontent.

And there she is, the girl from the pool.

She picks her way towards the bar with the foal like steps. Was this truly the same person I had met this afternoon? The girl with wet hair and the baby blue swimsuit had been cute, but this creature is breathtaking. A navy dress clings to her fair skin, the fabric coiling from her wrists up to a crew neck and then down again to mid-thigh. Dirty blonde waves cascade down her shoulders to just above the swell of her breasts. Emerald eyes sparkle in the dimmed lighting of the bar even as they cast about the otherwise empty bar, her expression betraying doubt that she has found the right place.

“Ashley, so glad you made it!” A reassuring note in my voice to let her know this was indeed the spot.

She blinks twice, head turning to the side in the manner of an inquisitive dog. “Sorry, have we met?”

Oh right, she was expecting Sammi. I rise and pull adjacent seat out for her. “In a manner of speaking. I’m Sammi but I might have changed outfits since then.”

There is only a brief flash of surprise before she goes into the ‘oh yeah’ head nod which just happens to provide the perfect cover for looking me up and down. “Well it is a little more formal here than at the pool I suppose. Guess I should get used to meeting everyone twice around here.”

“Sorry about that, I should have given you some warning this afternoon but didn’t think about my pill nearing expiry. If you don’t mind the beauty to beast transformation, care to join me for a pint? You can call me Sam by the way.” I can feel Tommy rolling his eyes, but it’s not his response I’m concerned with.

She tucks her hair behind her ear before smiling shyly. “I would like that, Sam.”

I hold the stool steady for her, push it in beneath her as she settles into it relatively gracefully for someone making what I assume is her first attempt to wear heels.

“Tommy, a drink menu for the lady. And don’t worry, I’ll only be mildly insulted if you don’t order the Guinness.”

She’s courteous enough to chuckle as she scans the menu. “It’s not a mark on your national honor if I order a Murphy’s instead, right?” She puts the menu back down as Tommy returns to the taps.

“No, it’s a proper stout. And here you’ve caught me with an English drink in my hand.”

Clearly perplexed by the ‘English’ description of the Dublin-brewed beverage but not flummoxed she gamely carries on, “I don’t know what that means, but I am overdue for a proper stout.” Her imitation of my brogue on the word ‘proper’ is a nice bit of acting on her part.

“No one knows, just something they say in Cork. Although I suspect the whole city is taking the piss. Serious moment now though: were you making fun of my accent?”

To her everlasting credit she looks properly chastened. “No, I promise I didn’t mean it like that. I kind of like it actually. Think of it as, you know, imitation as a form of flattery?” The look of genuine worry that she might have given offense is achingly sincere enough that I would have forgiven her if I had actually been mad at her.

As it stands, I feel bad for giving her worry. “Ashley, I know. Just giving you the business.”

Her face brightens as I let her off the hook, visibly relieved. “Okay, I have to admit, you had me going there.” Tommy returns with her pint and she enjoys a sip before continuing. “But since you raised the subject, what’s the story with your accent?”

“What do you mean?”

“This afternoon you were speaking the queen’s English. Now you’ve got this Irish brogue going on, is that because of the pill?”

“Oh that? Dad’s Irish, mum is English. Don’t know if it’s nature or nurture, but that’s how it comes out. You sound different on the pill right?”

“Well yeah, but I still have the same Southern accent.”

“So when you were a man you gasped out every word like a belle at escort bayan kayaşehir the ball?”

“Of course not!”

“So there you go.”

“Fine, point taken. I still don’t think it’s that big a shift.”

I clutch a set of phantom pearls. “Why sir, I do declare, you wound me so!” I try to go full ‘Gone With The Wind’ with the performance but it winds up pretty mangled with the Irish accent and masculine undertones.

She bursts out laughing, a melody of pure joy. “Don’t ever quit your day job Sam.” Still snickering, she holds her glass out for a clink, which I oblige.

“Cheers!” Long draughts follow our bit of unison.

As we set our glasses down, I give an appreciative nod towards her empty glass, impressed that she’s drained it in one go, even if the effort has left a bit of foam on the tip of her nose. “Thirsty?”

“Looked like the party ended before I got here so I figured I should catch up. Sorry I was so late by the way, I didn’t have anything to wear and shopping turned into a whole thing and yeah, anyway. I hope you weren’t waiting long?” She passed her glass over to Tommy with a nod before turning back to me.

“Not long at all.” Just the entire night. “And worth the wait.” That part is true. “That dress, you look amazing in it. Although you could have powdered your nose.” I grin as I wipe the speck of foam off her nose.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks brighten. “Well great. How long has that been there?”

“Wear it with pride, just a sign of good taste. Although you are adorable when you blush.” I had thought as much this afternoon at the pool when I caught her checking the goods on Morty and her cheeks flushed right before she dove under the water. But her blush was having an even stronger effect on my male body. That touch of pink on her cheeks gives her a bloom of innocence that begs for me to hold and protect her. And if I can make her face flush for less innocent reasons, even better.

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me” she giggles.

“Better get used to it, people complimenting your looks is part of life on the pill. Besides, I know you didn’t put on that dress or those shoes for comfort, so enjoy the praise, it’s well earned.”

She scoops up her drink and takes a leisurely sip, consuming more time than alcohol, but her laughing eyes never leave mine. Little minx knows exactly what she’s doing.

She sets the glass down, eyes lingering on the rim where her fingertip traces. “You’re very kind. Truth be told, I still feel in over my head, basically let a saleswoman at the Marketplace dress me tonight, but it’s nice to hear that I’m pulling this off.” Her face glows with genuine appreciation at the compliment when our eyes meet again.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’re stunning. As soon as I saw you at the pool I started thinking about what it would be like to meet you as Sam.” I find her hand in her lap. “Ashley, how long do we have like this? Before you change back?”

Ashley stares at our joined hands but doesn’t pull away. “Actually, a full month. I took an Xtra.” She looks up from her lap, that same shy smile and faint pink coloring.

My heart skips a beat. A whole month with this one bouncing around the resort? Surely she needs someone to help her explore everything this new body of hers has to offer. “Ashley that’s amazing! Look at you, diving in the deep end.”

“Thanks, I guess? Kind of an impulse decision. I only tried a Lite the once, but I had a bunch of vacation time and thought this would just be like, you know, kind of the ultimate escape, just becoming someone else for a month?”

“Wow, really, you went straight from a Lite to an Xtra? That’s pretty intense.” Self-doubt flickers on her face. Shit, don’t make her second guess. “But I totally get that desire to escape. And trust me, you’re going to have an awesome time.” I rub my thumb across the top of her knuckles. “I was actually on an Xtra until about a week ago. Immersing yourself like that is great. And if you ever have any worries, I’ll be happy to help you learn about and appreciate your new body.” I lift her hand, grazing it with my lips.

“How altruistic of you.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “But I suppose having a teacher who has done the whole Xtra thing could be nice.”

There it is. The invitation. She could dress the proper lady and laugh and flirt and tease but she came to this place for a reason. Even announced the pill made her horny at the pool. You know what she wants and you’re going to give it to her.

I stand and reclaim my height advantage before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “You have no idea. Ready for your first lesson?”

Her nasal breath is audible. “Okay.” A slight waver in her voice.

My hand remains in hers, steadying her as she descends to the floor. Her heart beat thumps through her palm, exuding nervous energy even as she stares at me with hunger. I breathe deeply, tasting her pheromones, savoring the moment of achievement when the hunt turns, escort türbanlı that beautiful moment when a woman yields herself to your pursuit as lust overcomes her doubts and fears.

“This way.” I lead her out towards the lifts but pause after a couple of steps when I realize she isn’t behind me. I look back, find her straggling at the bar to down the last of her liquid courage.

“You’re an Irishman’s dream,” I chuckle as she totters towards me, wrapping my arm around her shoulders when she’s in reach.

“There are starving kids in Africa right?” She presses herself to me, her cheek warm against my chest, half cuddling and half using me as a crutch to walk.

“I can carry your heels if you think it’ll be easier.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“You’re actually doing pretty well, I’m guessing this is your first time in them? But you’re taking tiny steps, I can tell you’re still having to think about it.”

She considers for longer than the decision merits, presumably weighing if it would be some faux pas. I rescue her from indecision, scooping the girl into my arms with a squeal of surprise that quickly settles into a happy murmur as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“This is definitely better.” She grins, literally swept off her feet. The surprise and delight on her face, it’s a good look for her. I peck her lips, not a particularly passionate kiss but a burst of affection for her cuteness. More surprised delight. Then off towards the lifts again at an earnest pace, her featherweight doing nothing to slow me.

The nerves she showed at the bar melt on the walk back. She clings to me, cheek to shoulder, finding comfort in my grip. While the lift ascends, I chance a feel, my right hand straying up her legs until it slips under her dress. Bare skin, right where thigh joins bottom. I crook an eyebrow at her.

“Caught me bare assed.” She dissolves into giggles as the lift opens.

Spurred by the discovery, I cover the distance to my room in record time. Swipe the key, back the door open and wheel into the room.

Bonk. “Ow!” She rubs the back of her head with an amused smirk. Fortunately, my klutziness was more entertaining than harmful.

“Sorry. Should I kiss it better?”

She shakes with mirth in my arms. “You’re a dork, you know that? But kisses are nice.”

I cross to the bed, the hallway light receding as the door shuts behind me, leaving only the moon’s illumination. I lay her down, cradling her head to avoid further mishap. As our weight sinks into the bed, my tongue finds hers, battles briefly for supremacy before she yields, granting me my first proper taste of her: warm freshness tinged by the maltiness of the stout.

Her fingers spider up my forearm, nails tickling my hair until the rolls on my shirt sleeves halt her ascent at the elbows. She tugs the sleeves with a frown. “Lose this.”

I only bother to loosen one button before the shirt is over my head and I rejoin her on the bed, kissing the pout away.

She murmurs happily, her hands running circuits up my back and down my arms as we make out, pausing on each circuit for an extended grope of my biceps when she reaches them.

I give a little flex and she makes an appreciative sound as the muscles harden under her hands. Then I pull her hands away with a firm grip on her wrists. Confusion, then lust crosses her face when I pin her wrists above her head.

My cock stirs at the supine offering, her outstretched arms forcing the nubile to arch her back and thrust her breasts towards me. I lay beside her, freeing my right hand to make it’s own circuits.

I thumb her bottom lip, only letting her suck for a moment before removing the teasing digit, then trailing down her chin, eliciting the desired pout and whimper. Tracing down to the crewneck, I let my hand rest there as I study the shadows cast by the moon across the dip of her collarbone.

She shudders against the web of my hand, lifting her chin to expose herself to me. Wasn’t expecting that. My pulse quickens and I slide down the bed to tongue the presented pressure point.

I feel the gasp before I hear it, an exhale of self-discovery. My lips stay sealed in a fangless vampire lock even as my free hand continues to roam south, past her peaks, rounding the hem, climbing her thighs until nudging her valley.

Another sigh as my finger breaches her moistness. Her wrists push half-heartedly against my grip but I hold her in place. My lips return to hers, then retire to an observing distance. I want to see this, watch the pleasure build and then crash. As my middle finger mines her depths, my thumb transports the flowing nectar, spreading the slickness around her clit.

Wrists and nethers pinned, she lies suspended between my hands while her center sways and twists in response to my manipulations. Her nose flares with ever deeper breaths. The hairline glistens. Mouth opens. Shuts.

Silence.

“YES!”

Her chest heaves as she draws ragged breaths through her mouth. My palm flattens against her mons to tame the bucking hips, channeling the kinetic energy back into her writhing body. I ride the wave with her, my whole weight restraining her surging wrists as I wait for her to settle.

Finally, I release her. Her dilated eyes worship me as she watches me flex cramped digits. Panting, adoring, jugular notch reflecting the pale moonlight: the embodiment of a spent woman.

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Grayson Sontang walked into the grimy spacer bar and looked around. It was crowded. It was always crowded since it was one of the few spacer bars in the only space port on the third planet of a very unremarkable star named Harmony – some allusion to the mythical music of the spheres. She waved to the bartending owner then pushed her way through the mass of bodies until she reached the counter. She had to shout to be heard over the din. “Got any of that brandy left, Jimmy?”

He poured her a glass of regular brandy. “Sorry. It went fast. You know how it is. If it’s illegal, everybody wants it. I am in the market for more if you have any left.”

“it’s committed, Jimmy-Boy. I’ve got buyers to keep on the good side of.”

“What about me? I’m a buyer that’s soon to have his throat slit. All these nice people came here expecting some of that infamous Tantalean brandy. What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were leaving.”

“I blew a fuse. Had to replace it.” She took a swig of the brandy and made a face.

“What’s a fuse?”

“If you weren’t such an ignoramus, you wouldn’t miss so many of my best jokes. Look, throw those drunks over there out so we can have their table.”

“I got enough people mad at me already,” he protested.

“Then I’ll do it.” She shoved her way through the crowd again.

The man followed her at a discrete distance, smiling wryly. The woman never ceased to amaze him. She was small by spacer standards, nearly a head shorter than most of the men and only half their weight, yet they parted before her with respect if not deference. She had the carriage of a spacer – one of the vagabonds that crewed the huge freighters – even if she was an independent trader, now. And it didn’t take a whole lot of brains to figure out that if she had survived as a spacer, she probably wasn’t the sort to tangle with.

Grayson leaned over the table in question and eyed the three men that sat there. They leered back, hoping for an indecent proposal. “Hey, boys,” she said, her voice husky and suggestive. “I’m in need of some drinking money. For a ten-spot, I’ll tell you where I just saw some Tantalean brandy being unloaded.”

Their leers changed to frowns of disappointment, then they reconsidered. Tantalean brandy was better than nothing. One of them tossed a ten note to her. She snatched it from the air. “Go out. Turn right. Two streets down. Only joint on that block. But keep it quiet, fellas. They don’t have a hell of a lot. And you might have to be a little insistent. You know how places like that hate to share.”

They stumbled eagerly from the bar as Grayson slid into the grubby booth. The owner settled across from her. “Sontang, that joint is where the Fed’s hang out,” he said.

“Is it really?” she asked innocently.

“Those spacers are going to be mad.”

“I’ll be gone before they get out of lock-up. You must have drunk and disorderly laws on this god-forsaken planet.”

“So why aren’t you gone already? I bet you got that damn shuttle parked in my backyard again. That grass is never going to grow back.”

“Give me a break, Jimmy. I told you. I needed a few more things. Besides, you’ve been well paid in parking fees. Two crates of Tantalean brandy is nothing to sneer at.”

“Like hell! It’s barely enough to whet these drunks’ appetites.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Look, you’ve been working on that ship of yours for a year now. When are you going to get it together and start running regular again? You’ve got to be losing customers.”

“If only you knew. But it’s all set now. There were a few technical glitches but they’ll be solved as soon as I get back. You think I like using this backwater planet as a base?”

He grinned. “There are advantages and you’ve used all of them. The Feds have little interest in us, and we all know that’s why you chose this system, so quit running us down. You’ve had a very easy time of it. No inspections, no certification checks, no… “

“All right. All right. Don’t remind me. As it is the damn ship is halfway to the next planet. This commuting is wearing thin.”

“It must really be something, eh, Sontang? Give me a clue. What makes this ship so special?”

Her eyes glowed. “Ah, you can’t imagine, Jimmy-Boy. She’s beautiful. There’s nothing like her anywhere else in the galaxy. Absolutely nothing.”

“I’ve heard that before. What’s the name?”

“Breathless Dragon.”

He rolled his eyes. “What kind of name is that?”

“Too poetic?”

“Too pathetic.”

“Don’t judge too quickly. Someday, it will be the stuff of legends, and you’ll hear them all, right here in this dive you call a bar.”

“Yeah, right. More likely, I’ll hear about the pilot. ‘Feds arrest Grayson Sontang, AKA the Dragon Lady, smuggler extraordinaire. ‘”

“I like that.”

“Being arrested?”

“No, dummy. Dragon Lady. It has a certain flair.”

“It has a certain infamy. You’d better watch you step.”

“I always do. Look, I’ll buy the next round if you fetch it.”

“I’ll take you up on that. I have to save my money so I can resod my back yard.”

“Tell you what. When I leave, I’ll blast out and you can put escort elit a swimming pool in the hole.”

“Sontang, I live on the fucking river. I don’t need a swimming pool.”

“Basement for a guest house?”

“I’ve had enough of ‘guests’ for a while, thank you kindly.”

“There’s no pleasing you.”

“Just don’t pick any fights while I’m gone. I just got the place fixed up from the last one.”

“I didn’t start that.”

“You didn’t stop it, either. Sit there and be a good girl.”

“How boring.” She began to dig through her bag as he left, counting her money. It was painfully little and her galactic account wasn’t faring much better. She had practically emptied it just to refuel the shuttle for the long trip back to the ship.

But soon, she would be in the game again, at the helm of a ship that had been a longstanding dream during her spacer years. She smiled to herself in anticipation. The dream was about to become a reality.

“Hey, bitch!” Grayson grimaced. Jimmy was about to be very disappointed with her. She didn’t look up as the three men elbowed their way to her table. “Hey! We’re talking to you.”

Grayson sighed and put her money away. “You can’t mean me. I don’t answer to that name.”

“Maybe you’d better start. We got halfway down the street before we realized what that place was. You tried to get us busted, bitch.”

“Come, come, gentlemen. I must have gotten my directions wrong. I never could tell right from left. Here. Here’s your tenner back.”

“Not good enough. You owe us.”

“Owe you what?” she said coldly. “I bear no responsibility for fools.”

One of them leaned over her, his breath rancid with sour whisky. “I figure you owe us about an hour each. That’s what we would have spent in the Fed jail.”

She noticed Jimmy standing a short way off, his hands on his hips, his head shaking in dejection. She shrugged helplessly at him, then turned back to the men. “Look. I don’t owe you anything except maybe a kick in the teeth for slurring my good reputation. Now get lost or I’ll be forced to pay up.”

The man grabbed her shirt front and yanked her out of the booth, tearing the fabric. Grayson calmly examined the damage. “Now you’ve done it. That was real cotton. You’ve gone and made me mad.” She tossed her bag to Jimmy. “Hold this for me, man. Oh. And these, too.” She kicked her shoes to him.

“What the hell are you doing?” one of the three demanded.

“Getting ready to fight. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Let’s see. I’ll save you for last.” She turned sharply to face one of the others. “You. Where do you want to land?”

“Not the windows, Sontang,” Jimmy shouted. “Keep it inside this time.”

“I’ll do my best. Look, fella, you want your booth back? Here. It’s all yours.” She took his wrist, twisting and sweeping his feet with her leg at the same time. He landed on his back on the table. One of the others lunged at her. She kicked out, doubling him over. The third one grabbed her from behind. Grayson buried her elbows in his over-inflated stomach, freeing herself, then applied the heel of her palm to his chin. He swore, spitting blood from his bitten tongue. Grayson backed off, giving them a chance to cut and run, but they were too drunk to recognize a good opportunity. Besides, their shipmates were pushing their way through the crowd to lend assistance, having realized that a healthy brawl was in the making. Within minutes, half the patrons in the bar were fighting and the other half were cheering them on. Jimmy had retreated behind the bar to watch, leaning heavily on his elbows and sighing. Grayson got in a few more good blows to her antagonists, then slipped out of the melee and went to join Jimmy. She pulled her shoes back on as she watched. “Good fight, huh?”

“Why is it every time you come here, a fight breaks out?”

“Just lucky, I guess. You want me to break it up?”

“No, please. You’ve done enough already.”

“Feds coming down the line,” someone shouted in warning.

“Oops. Gotta go, Jimmy-Boy.”

“Hey! Who’s going to pay for all this mess?”

“Put it on my bill. I’ll pay you next year,” she shouted as she slipped out the back door.

****

An hour later, Grayson was rounding Jimmy’s house, headed for her runabout shuttle in his back yard. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the Fed standing at the door to her shuttle. She straightened, took a deep breath and strode toward the man. “What do you want?” she demanded as she drew near. She noted that the strap over his blaster was undone.

“I heard a rumor you were running Tantalean Brandy,” he replied.

“It’s illegal on this world,” she stated, stopping in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“Yes. It is,” he agreed. “So are you? Running it?”

“If I were I’d be pretty foolish to bring it here. And if you were sure, you’d have a warrant.”

He shrugged. “On the other hand, you could just open your shuttle and show me that it’s empty. Call it good faith.”

She shook her head. “That would be setting a really bad precedent, for me and other traders. I’d be blacklisted.”

“You escort moldov aren’t already?” he asked, cocking any eyebrow.

“Only on some worlds. Look, it’s starting to rain and I have no intention of opening my shuttle in your presence, so are we going to stand here all night getting wet or are you going to go find some drunks to bust?”

“We could talk in that boathouse over there.”

“You have a warrant for that?” she asked skeptically.

He shrugged. “It was unlocked.”

“Really! That was very careless of Jimmy.”

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the boathouse, his other hand firmly on the butt of his blaster.

Grayson gave him a slow look up and down. The man was big, square-jawed in a very Fed sort of way, and obviously familiar with her reputation. He hadn’t taken his eyes off hers from the moment she walked up to him. She sighed and turned toward the boathouse. “I have places to be,” she called over her shoulder as he followed at a safe distance.

“Do tell. Where?”

“My ship,” she answered with a toss of her head.

“Perhaps I should get a warrant for it,” he suggested.

“It’s in orbit around Harmony, not this god-awful planet. You don’t have jurisdiction.”

“I have friends who do,” he replied, stepping cautiously around her to open the boathouse door.

Grayson eyed the speedboat rocking gently at the dock. She knew Jimmy ran illicit goods to the city upriver from the spaceport under the guise of recreation, but she was sure he wouldn’t be careless enough to leave anything incriminating behind on it. “That storeroom back there,” the Fed said, still keeping a cautious distance between them. That ‘storeroom’ happened to be Grayson’s guest quarters when she was borrowing Jimmy’s backyard to park her shuttle. She knew she had left it locked, but the door stood open now. No doubt by the same lock pick that had opened the boathouse door. Grayson scowled as she headed toward it.

When she entered the storeroom, she did a quick scan. She wasn’t the neatest person in the world, but everything looked in place, including the half-empty bottle of brandy on the table that may or may not contain some Tantalean brandy, despite what the label said. She turned and looked at the Fed, who had paused in the doorway. His hand was still on the butt of his blaster. “Now what,” she snapped.

“Strip,” he ordered, his fingers drumming against the blaster.

She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m damn sure you don’t have a warrant for that.”

“Nevertheless,” he said taking a step forward so he could close the door behind him.

“You should know that I’m more deadly naked,” she warned as she reached up to unzip her black leather flight jacket.

“I’m counting on it.”

She tossed her bag and jacket against the nearest wall. “Ah, a death wish, then.” She unzipped her boots and pulled them off as he watched, then paused to show him that the thin flat knives she kept within were still there. When he nodded, she tossed them over with the other items. She looked back at him and he made a come-hither sign with his free hand. She sighed dramatically and pulled the pen laser from the back waistband of her pants and added it to the pile. He made the sign again, and she pulled another laser from the sleeve of her shirt and tossed it. “Happy?” she snapped.

He twirled his finger and she snarled but obeyed, turning slowly. She typically wore tight-fitting clothes to empathize how small – and supposedly harmless – she was. It was a drawback, though, when it came to hiding weapons. He pointed toward her ankle. “Mini-blaster?” he asked. She scowled at him, pulling her pantleg up to undo the strap. She added it to the pile, along with its holster.

He stepped closer, examining the ragged edges of her torn shirt. “Been in any bar fights lately?”

“A few.”

“How many bodies?”

“None when I left.”

“Getting soft in your old age?”

She scoffed. “I spend all my time in space. Beat age at its own game. Theory of Relativity, don’t you know.”

“Finish it,” he commanded, suddenly bored with the conversation.

Grayson stared hard at him. “You sure you want to go there? Some don’t come back.”

“You don’t scare me, Sontang. Now strip.”

She pulled her top and pants off and tossed them on the pile. “Commando,” he noted with an approving nod. “Turn,” he ordered, then, “Stop,” when she had her back to him.

“You liking my ass?” she called back to him.

“Hair,” was his reply.

“What, you think I have a blaster taped between my shoulders?”

“Rumors are rampant. And you did say you were deadly naked,” he noted patiently. “Hair.”

Grayson’s hair was long and black and wavy. She reached back and pulled it aside. Another laser pen rested between her shoulder blades. He gave a yank, pulling the pen and the tape free. She had already bit her lip to remain silent, expecting as much from him. He finally fastened the strap over his blaster and pulled her shoulder to turn her to face him again. “I think it’s time for the body cavity search.”

“In your dreams,” she protested, but even as she was saying it, escort vip he had gripped her by the arms and pulled her onto her toes and hard against his chest, leaning down to kiss her ferociously. Her hands were against his chest and she was pushing, but only half-heartedly as his tongue sought to wrestle hers into submission. When they had finally fought to a draw, he pulled back and tossed her onto the small bed, tugging urgently to remove his own clothes.

She watched closely. “Next time, I want to play the Fed,” she complained.

“Number one,” he said, peeling layers of clothing off, “I am the Fed. Number two, there is no way you could come close to Fed reqs, let alone find a uniform that you wouldn’t swim in. And number three, I would never, ever let you have a full-size blaster. You’d destroy the fucking planet.”

“Who’d miss it? Anyway, you’d get your transfer that much sooner.”

He dove on top of her. “And when I do get my transfer, I’m going to bust your ass for real, and then I’m going to put you in my very own protective custody.”

“I don’t need protection,” she argued, pulling his head down to her breasts.

“I meant to protect the galaxy from you.” Then he latched on to one of her breasts and she was moaning and writhing under him. “Be still or I’ll bite,” he complained.

“Get inside me now or I’ll throw your ass on the floor and find someone else to do the job.”

“Nope,” he growled. “If you’re heading out, I’m going to savor this while I can. I get to torture you for a change.” And then he did nip until she yelped and writhed even harder. He was positioned now, her small wrists wrapped by his hands and his legs firmly pinning hers. He went to work with his mouth, finding both her erogenous zones and her ticklish ones, tormenting her until she was begging and threatening in the same breath.

“There’s a blaster in my cunt and I’m going to shoot your balls off if you don’t make me come this very minute,” she gasped.

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” her growled in her ear, “Let’s just take a look-see.” He took two of her wrists into one hand and reached down with the other, pushing her legs wider and feeling around as if he couldn’t find her entrance or her clit. She screamed in frustration. “I don’t feel anything,” he said with a shrug.

“Neither do I, you asshole! Would you just put your goddamn fucking cock inside me!” she yelled.

“I love the way you whisper sweet nothings in my ear,” he gloated as he began to ease oh-so-slowly into her. When he was all the way inside her, he stopped still, enjoying the feeling as she squirmed and flexed, desperate for that little additional stimulation.

“God damn it, Sanchez. Move it! Get that god damn ass of yours moving or so help me…” He chuckled, but he began to thrust, gently at first, then harder and faster until she was wailing and he was grunting with the effort of drawing it out as long as possible. When he finally exploded inside her and her wail died away, he rolled until she lay on top of him.

“Stay,” he murmured.

“I can’t,” she said with a sigh. “You know that.”

“Then at least stay till morning.”

“We’ve been through this before. I have to time it to be down range of the system patrols so my shuttle burns don’t lead them to my ship.”

“Don’t! Don’t tell me things I don’t want to know.”

“Don’t ask me to be something, someone, I can’t be. I have to be out there.”

He sighed. “I know. But it you ever do decide to satisfy your lust for adventure with bar fights alone, you come find me.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

****

Grayson was flying a slow arc around the Breathless Dragon, using only the shuttle’s running lights to admire her beautiful creation. It had taken several years to complete and countless contraband runs in borrowed and – occasionally – misappropriated ships to get the money. The ship was disk-shaped, capable of planetary landings when necessary. Its diameter was two hundred fifty meters and on the top of the disk, her insignia, a Chinese styled dragon coiled its way until head met tail. She’d painted it herself. No cheesy decals for her. The propulsion exhausts for the conversion engines jutted from the back end of the disk. Maneuvering exhausts ringed the circumference of the disk, each a tee shape to allow precise movement on any plane. The com-dome was at the very center, top of the disk. At the center, bottom of the disk was a port from which a pathetically basic blaster could drop for emergencies like pirates, who, of course, did not follow Fed regs and had things like lasers and blaster cannons and all the good guns. Grayson had made some borderline legal upgrades to the blaster, but she counted on speed and skill more than fire power to get her out of trouble.

On the port side of the disk was a docking air lock. On the starboard side was her shuttle bay which could hold both her runabout and her freight shuttle, and, if she really squeezed, one more shuttle. It was to that bay she headed now, having completed her visual inspection. She knew her computer was perfectly capable of telling her if there were any concerns on the outside, but she was a spacer and spacers never trusted only one opinion, even if that one was an excellent top-of-the-line computer. As she eased into the shuttle bay, she felt the abrupt pull of the graviton field, and she angled the shuttle’s exhausts to accommodate until it bumped to a gentle stop. The outer doors closed and air rushed back into the bay.

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Epilogue

Once the heart had been burned the demon’s body was dragged to the fire and slowly all the earthly evidence of it’s existence was burned away. Both genies looked at each other and smiled as they felt their powers returning, they also looked at their immensely oversized master and smiled in awe of what had happened, what he’d done.

They watched as he slowly returned to his original size, he and the rest of his party watched the fire burn away the demon’s corpse, the Valkyrie were burying their dead, retrieving everything they could that may be usable, Gabrielle had found a horse whose rider had been killed, they were getting ready to leave.

But one of them wasn’t, one was having thoughts, thoughts she’d never before imagined she’d ever have to contend with. Frieda felt a yearning, she felt indebted to John and she felt in awe of his ability to remain calm, to remain stalwart and to keep grounded in the aftermath of the battle, more than that he was just impressive, physically and mentally he was a specimen to behold.

John, Rose, Hazel, Sara and Heather all stood around the fire, John for the first time paying attention to his nudity, he smirked a little and the genies could read his thoughts, they started giggling too, soon the whole group was making comments and jokes and laughing like family, even Heather who’d only been introduced to them a very short time ago.

Frieda sat some way away, she still had an injured leg, she watched the happy group and kept contemplating her thoughts.

“Thinking about something?”

Frieda turned to see Heela and Gabrielle approaching on foot.

Her sister smiled at her, they came to stand either side of the tree stump upon which Frieda was sitting, Gabrielle followed her eye-line and got an inkling of what Frieda was contemplating, Heela knew exactly.

“I’m sure Arnvir will understand,” Heela told her sister, “and they seem like good people, certainly there aren’t that many good men in the world how long do you think it’ll be until another John crosses your path?”

“Do you think they’ll have me? They seem like such a happy family, do you think they’ll take in another?” Frieda was well aware of exactly what had gone on, she knew that John had fallen fairly instantly for both Rose and Hazel, he’d taken Sara in without a second thought and he seemed to be opening up the same invitation to Heather, would he be willing to take in yet another strange woman?

“You won’t know if you never ask?”

Gabrielle watched the exchange, in her 200 years of service she’d never seen a Valkyrie contemplate leaving, especially for a human.

Frieda sighed, she didn’t know what to do here, she had to be humble, she had been humbled by John’s actions, this was all new to her, she could handle battle, she was confident as a rider, but asking a human if she could be a part of his life, that wasn’t something she’d ever been trained for, it wasn’t something she ever expected to be doing. She got up and started to limp towards the group by the fire.

John had wished for his clothes to be restored, he figured being naked in the middle of the woods wasn’t exactly a brilliant way to stay hidden, the women had all looked a bit disappointed, even Heather, but he was enjoying the fire, the light was starting to fade, were it not for the smell of death in the air it would almost be romantic.

The group by the fire looked up as Frieda approached, John saw how she was still limping but less so than before, “how’s the leg?” he inquired.

“Better, we heal quicker than humans.”

He nodded, they stood in silence for a while, before Frieda looked at them and breathed a heavy breath, her large chest rising and falling heavily, John was stood with his arms crossed, without looking away from the fire he could feel what was coming.

“I think I owe you,” Frieda started, “I owe you my life.”

“Don’t worry about it,” John waved his hand, “it seemed like the natural thing to do.”

Hazel and Rose exchanged an exasperated look, his “natural thing to do” had nearly cost him his life and they weren’t best pleased, they’d promised John some silent treatment, seriously silent treatment from genies but he wasn’t sure they were terribly committed they’d talked to him quite a bit since promising silent treatment.

John could sense Frieda had more to say, he looked at her and watched as her magnificent bosom rose and fell with her deep breaths, the fitted breastplate conforming to her curves and giving way to a graceful, long skirt, it looked delicate however it was flexible and functional, it allowed grace and beauty to be combined with power.

“I’ve been in the Valkyrie a long time,” Frieda began, “I’ve devoted 600 years of service and never once wavered,” she breathed deeply and continued, “I’ve never been tempted to leave, I’ve never felt a desire for anything outside of my order, but then I’ve never been saved by someone I’m meant to be protecting and I’ve also never seen a normal human, even a djinn-master be granted escort bayan beykent the power of the einherjar, and I’ve certainly never seen someone take responsibility the way you did today.”

John smiled, Rose and Hazel smiled as well, if they weren’t mistaken (and when it came to this sort of thing they rarely were), Frieda was impressed with John, in fact it seemed like she was a little more than impressed, she looked positively ecstatic just to be in John’s presence, she was definitely more than smitten, and they realized that having never had any real sexual desire before her attempts now to explain how she felt were something akin to a nervous schoolgirl.

“I don’t really know how to say this, I was wondering if I could join you, at least until I save your life then we’ll be even.”

John smirked at this, “you don’t have to come up with any excuses you could’ve just asked.”

“OK, well now I know that…” she pondered.

John was thinking about what he had ahead of him, he’d spent a few day trying to give his genies lives, he now had a submissive blonde who wanted in and had nothing to do after 500 years of being in control of her own djinn and apparently he was gaining a Valkyrie who had no life experience either this would be interesting.

“By join us what do you mean?” He decided to press a little.

“Well I’ve got no experience in life or anything like this but I mean I’d like to be one of your women, I don’t really know how else to put it…” gone was the confident warrior, here she was asking something completely different, she was outside of her comfort zone but she knew she had to ask, her intrigue was such that she had to see how far she could explore this.

John cocked an eyebrow and then looked between the women already assembled around him, both Rose and Hazel looked at him reassuringly, Sara indicated that whatever went on she would go with and Heather simply shrugged, she had no real connection with this group so she didn’t feel like her opinion mattered.

“I’ve never had a woman offer herself to me in quite that way before…” he thought for a moment, “well unless you count Rose, Hazel and Sara.”

“We didn’t offer ourselves in that way, we jumped on you until you fucked us,” Hazel corrected, still looking at Frieda.

“And you ravaged me until I dropped to my knees and blew you,” Sara added.

Heather looked at the sexy quartet with raised eyebrows, she may have to find a way into this, certainly she’d already given some consideration to fucking John and since she’d already had a go with Rose she felt she had to complete the set by fucking Hazel too, but she was hoping to be a bit more subtle and less awkward than Frieda.

Frieda seemed to be fumbling, John found it cute that someone so old and confident still found herself fidgeting when attracted to a member of the opposite sex. He didn’t know how to really progress with this, was he supposed to just take her home and fuck her, was she looking for more than just sex? He really didn’t know.

Arnvir was aware of Frieda’s thoughts, she’d known what the raven haired Valkyrie was thinking without even having to ask, shortly after the battle she’d checked on her subordinate and saw the debate occurring within Frieda’s mind. She didn’t like to lose one of her best but she knew that there wasn’t much she could do to stop Frieda, she was smitten, she was taken with John, she couldn’t help it and Arnvir wasn’t going to stand in the way.

She was mounted again, the column was getting ready to return to their homelands, a small island off the coast of Denmark. She approached the fire and looked at the assembly.

“I assume you have a means of getting home?” She inquired.

John hadn’t even thought of that, he looked at Rose and Hazel, “is there any way I can wish for the car to be repaired so we can use that?”

“We can’t tell you that although at this stage I feel it would purely be for functional purposes and not sexual so I doubt that would be possible at this stage,” Hazel responded.

Heather piped up, “guess we should call a taxi.”

It seemed a little anti-climactic after the events of the day, to be going home in a taxi, but they didn’t really have any other choice.

“I was a magical immortal warrior only a short time ago and yet I’m riding home in a cab,” John stated, a little bemused.

The gathered females all looked at him smirking and grinning.

“It’ll be good for that ego of yours,” Rose responded with less sarcasm than John would’ve expected with a comment like that.

“What ego?”

“That’s better,” Sara answered, she seemed to be getting the hang of the banter, it seemed that fitting in here would be easier than she’d expected.

“So Rose, Hazel and Sara were here already, Frieda you’re welcome into our home and I do mean OUR, I’m not some king who sits above everyone else…” he paused as they looked at him, “…do I get the feeling that you’re interested as well?” escort özbek He turned his head and looked at Heather.

“Well..” she was a little taken aback, she hadn’t thought she’d been that obvious, it definitely seemed like a happy family, she’d had a fairly fleeting love life, given her immortal status it didn’t seem right to be having too many long term relationships but if she had the opportunity of having one with a group who were going to live a similar lifespan then she could see how it might work, “…I’m certainly intrigued, I would like to keep my job though, much as it sounds entertaining to do nothing but have sex there are other things in life and personally I enjoy my work.”

“Oh I was counting on you keeping your job,” John continued, “I have quite a lot of questions to ask you and I do get that there are things other than sex in life,” he paused and looked between the two very hot genies, “although my sex life has recently gotten a lot more interesting so I may have to get back to you on that.”

The genies giggled and huddled close to John, he put his arms around them and cuddled them close, the other women present looked at him, they should’ve been envious but they weren’t, they knew that John was a good, balanced and loving man, they should all be so lucky as to have someone in their life like that, but they were under no illusions about who he loved most, but they couldn’t be envious, Rose and Hazel were meant for him, built for him and of course they’d come first the others were just happy to be part of the same family.

Arnvir nodded to Frieda and started to move away, the area was essentially clear of everything unnatural, moving the wrecked landrover was still the responsibility of the owner so they’d left that.

Frieda piped up, “Wait what becomes of me now that I’m out?”

“You will remain immortal, all your training and knowledge will remain but you will be tied to this man, you were originally granted the life on the basis that you serve the will of the Gods, when they perished it became the will of the various orders of genies, now that you cease to serve them you have no protection by them, you’re human now.”

Less than a day ago Frieda would have found that unthinkable, now she felt more than comfortable with that, in fact she looked forward to it.

“And you can keep your armour and sword, something tells me you might not be done with them,” Arnvir gave a slight wink and moved off, they all watched as the remaining Valkyrie moved away, as the embers of the fire died down they called a cab.

They stood in silence for a while, there was a lot of thinking going on, John about what he’d just experienced, how his life had changed, Frieda about leaving the Valkyrie but also about what Arnvir said, the elder had always known more than she let on and Frieda felt that there were both amazing and terrible things in the future. Heather was thinking about the split decision she’d made, she was changing the course of her life slightly and it seemed a little odd but it also felt natural as if she were meant to join with John, Rose and Hazel. Sara was busy thinking about how she’d fit in, certainly the death of Harry still weighed heavily on her but being part of this new family seemed to have breathed new life into her.

When the taxi pulled up they moved off, the fire had all but died out by then, the cab was a minibus so all of them could fit in easily. John got into the front passenger seat, Rose, Hazel and Heather were behind him and Sara and Frieda were behind them.

Sat in the back Sara looked at Frieda fidgeting, it was the strangest sight to her to see a woman so graceful and beautiful, a warrior so powerful, looking a little uncertain, looking unsure of herself, seemingly sure of her decision but looking a little daunted by what was going on.

When Frieda spoke to her it surprised her slightly.

“What’s it like?”

Sara was a little uncertain as to what Frieda meant.

Frieda continued in a low tone, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“I know that this is the right thing, I feel like I was meant to do this, that I was guided towards being with John but…” she sighed heavily “…I have no experience in this area…” she seemed like she was struggling for the words “…Valkyrie are virgins, our purity is the reason we’re selected and that purity is supposed to be maintained throughout our career so I… I don’t know much about….”

The Valkyrie seemed to be struggling but Sara got the gist, she lowered her head a bit and spoke in little more than a whisper.

“Sex?”

Frieda nodded, looking at Sara with questioning eyes, those incredible blue orbs that spoke of experience, of wisdom, of ages past and of a confident warrior also looked uncertain and expectant.

Sara smiled warmly, “just sit back and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.

While Sara was explaining the ins and outs of sex (pun intended), in the middle Heather had escort bayan yenibosna found herself sandwiched between too very handsy genies, while she was wedged and couldn’t really tell who was doing what, she kept feeling hands and fingers groping, stroking, squeezing and poking, by the time they got back to John’s she was VERY horny.

When they got home John paid the driver while the women all jumped out and went inside, as he got out and walked towards the house his head was still replaying everything that had gone on.

Walking into the house he noticed the women were nowhere to be seen, hmmm… one house, five very sexy women that sounded like a good combination.

He walked towards the stairs after hearing voices coming from the bedrooms, he climbed the stairs wondering exactly what he’d find at the top, there was a lot of giggling coming from one bedroom and quiet whispering from another.

He got to the top of the stairs and naturally turned right towards his bedroom, he heard the sounds of kissing and giggling coming from Sara’s bedroom but none of them sounded like Sara’s voice, as he looked into his own room he discovered the reason why.

Sara and Frieda were stood by his bed, Frieda was facing him as he entered, Sara looked round like he’d just interrupted a conversation, but her look swiftly changed to a sultry smile. His interest was definitely peaked as she moved away and Frieda looked directly at him.

She looked very sexy in her form fitting breastplate, her raven hair was tied up in a large topknot that left large amounts of it to spill down her back and across her shoulders, her brilliant white skirt gave a graceful augmentation to the powerful projection, her wrists had ornate wrist-guards that encased her lower arms but her upper arms were left exposed, the shoulders of the armoured breastplate jutting out a little from where she ended.

The breastplate had a sweeping neckline that conformed to her naturally busty curves, sweeping back across the shoulders to the backplate that covered her entire back area. As he stepped closer John could tell that the skirt was just the lower part of a body-length dress, a white, delicate looking item with no sleeves and chainmail woven into it under the breastplate but nothing on the skirt itself allowing her legs complete freedom of movement. Under the skirt he could see the toes of black riding boots.

He stepped even closer and she breathed heavily, her huge breasts rising and falling and her breastplate exaggerating the movement slightly.

“I said I want to be one of your women, I mean that, I want to experience… everything, Sara’s told me about certain things and I have to ask one thing…”

“What’s that?” He asked taking another step forwards coming very close, their chests nearly touching, they could feel each other’s breath and see the veins in each other’s necks pulsing hard indicating just how inflamed their passions were and how much they wanted this to happen.

“I want you to be my first but please be gentle until I ask otherwise, thereafter, I ask only that you show me sex in any way you want me.”

“Agreed,” he breathed as he swept her up in his arms and pressed his mouth to hers, she responded by placing her hands on his muscular upper arms and melting into the kiss.

She ran her hands over his shoulders as he moved his to start undoing her breastplate, it tied up at the back like a corset but with a few extra clasps, slowly but surely the knot came undone, after that the plate started to loosen.

Sara had sat down on the edge of the bed and was leisurely reclining on her elbows, she’d taken off everything but her underwear and was watching the pairing in front of her with ever increasing arousal, her fingers were now lightly tracing the line where her bra ended and her breasts began and she was slowly getting very turned on.

As Frieda felt the breastplate come loose she disengaged briefly to push John’s shirt off, before they were in each others arms once again, he felt a slight chill as the cold metal of the armour was pressed into his bare chest but he didn’t consider stopping for a second.

The plate came loose and John pulled it apart, stroking it down Frieda’s arms and off, there she stood in her magnificent beauty, the delicate skirt not looking so delicate when the chainmail torso came on show but every bit as sexy.

He embraced her once again and their tongues were in each other’s mouths as before, but this time the material of her dress melded to her figure and he could feel her soft curves pressing into him. For her part she was swimming, her head was awash with thoughts but first and foremost was the feeling that this was right, that this was where she was meant to be, that this was where her life had lead her, and she was happy to be in his arms, to be his woman, to give herself to him.

But physiologically other things were happening, her nipples were being rubbed by his slight movements against her, normally her breastplate would hold the battle-dress in place but without it the soft material and interwoven chain-mail was free to move about and her sensitive nubs were suddenly electric. Caught by the mail she felt herself getting wet from the touch, she was over 600 years old, but this was her first experience of getting wet, she was excited just to be having the experience.

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Tags: Space, Science Fiction, Future, Sex, Love, War, Swearing, Light Humor, Violence, Blood, Combat, Survival, Interspecies, Male Human, Female Alien, Scalie, Human/Alien Sex, Big Breasts, Breastfeeding, Lactating, Intercourse, Impregnate, Consensual Drug Use (Weed Only), Consensual Sex, M/F

Disclaimer 1: This story is meant for adults as it contains sex, violence, light cursing, blood, and possible light gore (in relation to the violence only). Combat consists of both space, air, and ground. There is a clear division between the sex and the violence.

Disclaimer 2: This book is an erotica, action, and science fiction rolled into one. Expect a scene of human/alien sex and love. Gabatrix is an ongoing series. It’s highly recommended that the audience reads the earlier stories to enjoy the overall arc of this story.

Disclaimer 3: There is some drug use (Weed usage) from one character in the story. This is in reference to getting stoned or doped. The drug use does not involve forced sex (nonconsensual sex) or doping an individual into having sex.

Artwork by Piero Painter.

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By CMed

Prologue

“There is no doubt that failure and setbacks are to occur. When it happens, it’s the responsibility of the group to try again. Fight for what you had lost and reclaim it so that when we achieve that goal, the achievement is ever the more remarkable.” Gabatrix’s comments when he was being arrested after the “Gabatrix Experiment.”

……. A terrible defeat lurks in the hearts of humanity. The battle scar it leaves is like a cancer that threatens to spread if not treated…..

……. Cipra is under the sights of the UWA once again. Humanity must reclaim the colony world, whatever the cost…..

……. With the help of the allied T’rintar clan, the UHN is about to unleash Operation Desert Shrike. The time to retake the defeated colony draws near……

Chapter 1: The 3 rd of October 2349 AD (Prelude)

Space….Outside, we stare at the endless infinite of stars. Using the light spectrum, we are surrounded by a sea of darkness. It’s a journey that takes us 355 light-years from the Sol sector. Up, down, left, right….it doesn’t matter. There is nothing here but that of the endless dots of burning balls of light. With nothing to constrain us, we simply float in the expanse of nothingness.

There is a solemn beauty to the environment. For those who call themselves humanity, it has been a source of wonder and spiritual enlightenment, but one that can provide loneliness. Many simply see it as an obstacle. There is so much of this nothingness that it makes simple trips on Earth appallingly forever when trying to reach new locations far beyond their solar system. The humans who have created their technology to survive in it are gifted with both a profound moment of glee and excitement and one of fear and trepidation. As we free float in the endless vacuum of space, we have every aspect of view available to us. It is one that is easily distinguishable as a four-dimensional plane.

Of course, such a system has to have four dimensions in order to exist properly, at least to how humans view things. We have depth. We have length. We have breadth, and…..we have time. Even in the vast blackness of space, we have a pleasant view of the cosmos. In the Milky Way Galaxy, we are bombarded with endless amounts of cosmic radiation. The darkness isn’t infinite as the millions of stars glow and radiate to us.

As we stand here floating in the expanse of nothingness, we look at the different glowing orbs. Some are stars. Some are pulsars. The ongoing reactions are the only sign to us that there is an activity in this ever-expanding realm. Billions of years ago, such a concept was unheard of. Everything was much closer together. Space travel was so much easier, but it was more than evident that things were far more dangerous to contend with. In our evolution, we were more than fortunate that we managed to escape this location and go beyond this universe.

However, to leave this plane of existence means leaving behind anything that we may miss out on. Trillions upon trillions of stars leave countless opportunities to learn the intricate forms of life that can exist. It is why you are here, aren’t you? Even now, we have the chance to go anywhere in the universe. But, you decide to be close to a place that you seem to focus much attention towards. No doubt there are profound reasons as to why. Humanity has a unique opportunity for the many species that operate like them. Their ability to adapt and survive against hardships is a story of triumph. Like many of the few, they just might make it. Countless other species have not. Whether by choice, the actions of others, or cosmic events, the few of the species that manage to survive to reach the next realm have their own stories to tell.

Instead, it’s my goal to help escort bayan güngören you in learning more about how the universe works. Whether it is fate or simple natural progression, this universe cannot survive forever. Even if time is graciously on our side, the evolving species here will have to learn to adapt to these changes. Time is a flickering concept. It’s always moving, unending, and never ceases. Without it, the laws of this universe collapse on itself. One can bend and manipulate it if one eventually reaches such an ability. However, the ability to do such a thing usually requires elements beyond this universe or a far greater power than most ever imagine. Cosmic phenomena can affect time, however. Large massed objects can distort time. What the humans call “Time Dilation” is real. Gravity can warp time. Events that happen near a black hole operate much differently than objects that exist far from it.

Thankfully, such an ability is something we treasure having. The ability to witness past events is a gift. It’s something that can’t be abused but allows us to do just enough that the species we observe may get their second chance at survival. Maybe it can be a third chance as well.

As this is said, our view is focused on a brightening light in the vastness of space. It’s time to witness an event that happens throughout the entire universe. The past has finally caught up to us as the glowing dot begins to get brighter. It’s still so far away that it’s impossible to illuminate the entire scene, but our vision has been used to seeing this sort of change for some time. It started as nothing, originating from a distant, tiny dot. The brightening is enough that one would think that a new star appeared out of nowhere.

We will not travel to this location. It isn’t necessary to go there. Instead, we hold out our hands. Before us, the tiny glowing white dot is enhanced in size image. We magnify what it is that holds our attention. Such ways of manipulating our sight are one that is often less appealing to me. The joy of traveling to vast locations of the cosmos is one that is often relaxing, but I know you well enough. You wish to be here because you want to be close to the humans…..and perhaps the Itreans.

As the image gets bigger and bigger, we can see that this glowing dot originates from a distant galaxy. The humans have called this galaxy NGC 4526. It is a lenticular galaxy over 55 million light-years away. It serves as the intermediate between the elliptical and spiral-type galaxies. In the center of this formation is a bright glowing yellow and reddish glow. Outside of this is a large dark disk that revolves around its illuminating parent central mass. Unlike the Milky Way Galaxy, the disk carries almost no revolving “arms” to them. The bright center only reveals the illumination of the revolving mass. It’s quite unique to look upon. One can easily say that there are no stars there, but that is far from the truth. We know better because one of these galaxies was our home….perhaps more.

Our attention, however, is not the galaxy itself but the glowing dot of light that continues to get brighter. It sits outside of the revolving disc, most likely in the far edge of the orbital pattern. Possibly, it has been knocked out of the galaxy or is going to get swallowed up by the stellar mass. This provides us a wonderfully unique opportunity to see the entire length of this cosmic phenomenon. We continue to magnify this image. Eventually, our sights reveal the cause of this brightening light.

As our eyes automatically adjust to the great intensity, we can see that it is a pair of binary stars. The common dancing stars are ones that twirl around one another. The sibling partners are ones that are often sung in the universe. Brothers….sisters….they will remain together for as long as they can until some other massive object tears them apart. Of course, that is only a minor chance of happening. Instead, the greatest threat to binary stars is themselves. Their natural age is revealed to us as we look upon it. One of the stars has aged faster than its counterpart. Both of them were G-type stars locked together. One of them had long turned into a white dwarf, expending almost all of its matter into the universe. The other star is that of a red giant, the younger sibling of the two.

Even if its glory days are long gone, the white dwarf star is hungry. It’s playing a slow role in the demise of its companion. The intense gravity of the dying star is pulling the matter from the red giant. The trail of glowing dust and hydrogen is being swallowed up, but the mouth can only feed on so much. The small dot has instead consumed too much. The white dwarf instead has a massive overload. The mass that it draws in builds up on the surface until the star can handle it no more. An enormous explosion of light has occurred. It fills the spectrum and continues to glow brightly. We have witnessed a carbon detonation. The humans tend to call these types of explosions as a Type 1a supernova, escort ukraynalı although they have many categories to narrow this down. The white dwarf has sent a shockwave of cosmic radiation and intense light. Essentially, in so many words, the star is throwing up.

The regrettable fact is one of astounding beauty. One can view the white dwarf star as a vampire. It loved its sibling, but it must survive at whatever cost. It must consume to continue its life. The exploding matter is instead jettisoned far from them. Many of the beautiful nebulas that we have seen so far are these types of perpetrators. It is possible that this star that orbits near NGC 4526 may desire more in the future. It might stay as it is as it continues to draw more matter from its other star. It’s even possible for it to become a brand-new star as it eats the life from the other. If the orbit between them decays, drawing them in closer, it may easily result in an explosion far greater than we are seeing now.

All of what you are seeing now is important because what we are seeing is the past. It took 55 million years for this light to reach us. The tale of these two simple stars had been witnessed by others far sooner than we have. Even from where we are observing, the humans have already seen it as far back as 1994 of their calendars. Now it is our turn to see the famed event. Everything that we see is history. Light is a fast-moving process but is still limited by the sheer size of the universe. It is easy to surmise that many of these stars that we see right now have long been dead or have become something else. At the same time, new stars have long but formed. It is a prevalent life cycle that is reflected in the history of humans and Itreans.

Humanity has long been recovering from the shock of the events of finding out another alien species. The Itreans have been a sense of wonder; both fear invoking and inspirational at the same time. Their history is that of hardship in the Milky Way Galaxy. At the same time, however, we have never truly lost hope in them. It is only a hope to us that they don’t turn out to be that white dwarf star, consuming and obliterating humanity in the process.

The reality of the Itreans, more specifically, the Aksren clan, is that of momentum. The subspecies of the Itrean race are one that is easily reflected by the beliefs of the other clan species. The humans view the Aksren clan as holistically evil. The Shal’rein clan view them as a powerful but dangerous nuisance. The T’rintar clan is probably the most unique. Most of them tend to view them as dangerous adversaries, confounding, and almost unstoppable. The truth, however, is only revealed in their history because the Aksren clan initially controlled the galaxy and the entire fate of the Itrean species. Only one species successfully managed to accomplish that task but slowly lost it in time.

A simple wave of the hand and the image of the binary stars are gone. Instead, the darkness of space reflects that of a single picture image that appears before us. It is that of a single Aksren. The anthro oviraptor is shorter than the typical human being. He is sitting on a lavish throne adorned by gems from every planet that belongs to the former Empire of Yol’ikren. His smooth scale skin is red and brown. He generally looks the same as many of the Aksren of his kind, but the clothing and persona that he gives off are that of royalty. From the brief but controllable smile that he has, it is easy to deduce that he knows that he has the respect of the crowds. He knows that people like him and worship him and that he tends to their needs as well. The clothing is that of a long cloak of white fur. From his torso, he has that of a ruby shirt and brown silk pants.

When one compares this image to other emperors of the Aksren clan, one can only find a few that reflect this attitude. This leader that we view upon is that of a commoner. He does not want the others to view him as the luxurious elite, even if he was born of nobility. He was raised to treat others as second-class citizens, but that isn’t what he desires. In the four-digit left-hand of this leader is that of a small scepter. On the top portion of this icon is that of a holographic display that shows that of warship schematics. His face is almost drawn to this image as if he desires it more than anything else. His long brown tail flows off the throne and down to the ground. His posture is that of assurance.

There is much more to this picture and image. While drawn to the image on his scepter, his view is that of others that are seemingly around him. A small amount of light that reflects off his gold-plated, adorned protruding nose crest shows that of other Itrean hands. According to many of the Itrean historians, this was how the emperor wanted his picture to be taken. There are two pairs of Itrean hands or arms. One is that of red and brown similar to his. The famed mated woman who would become empress is care, concern, and pride towards the emperor. The other escort bayan merter one is grayish in color and has fins protruding from near the elbow. A purple gold-plated ring could be seen from one of the four-digit fingers. The hand is much bigger than his and possibly from a fellow mistress’s. These hands and posture show that of outright love, desire, and caring. Despite the leader’s view of the image, his view seems to be pulled towards this Shal’rein woman that was rumored to be a lover. His other free hand is drawn towards her as a form of lingering desire to have her.

This image that we are looking at is that of Emperor Jalgren the Great, one of the most famous Itreans to exist in the last fifty thousand years of current Itrean history. Many of the humans that are learning about Itrean history have nothing but incredible reports about this singular individual. No doubt, Jalgren is one of the pinnacle characters that would shape the destiny of the Itreans. His reputation is interestingly respected by all of the Itrean subspecies, even if he was a warlord and powerful ruler.

Jalgren the Great was, by many, the most idealistic and successful of future rulers. He had access to one of the best shipyards in the most powerful Aksren empire of the long-deceased Yol’ikren the Great. Jalgren was speculated to be a family descendant of Yol’ikren even if the bloodline had long but faded into obscurity. Instead, he treasured and valued things that he enjoyed the most during his childhood. He loved spaceships. Humans often compare Jalgren to that of an Itrean Peter the Great mixed with attributes from Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan. If anything, he managed to succeed and survive far greater than those previous examples. It was widely spoken that a few Yutilians and Shal’rein that lived in the brutally racist conditions of the Aksren empire had taught and introduced ideals into the young future leader. He became sympathetic but realistic to the environment that the Itreans lived under.

What makes Jalgren a renowned individual is that he got his wish. When he wasn’t delegating the tedious orders of leadership, he was at the orbital shipyards working with fellow construction workers or designers. His love and passion were never-ending, and he picked up on every little detail on how to make the best spaceships that could ever operate.

In time, Jalgren realized that Renlar, his planet, and the Empire of Yol’ikren could very well seize upon the critical assets of other worlds. To control space was to control the destiny of future civilizations. He used his skills to begin designing brand new warships that he felt would change the tide of future warfare. With the immense resources, technical innovation, and careful negotiation, Jalgren would begin to spread his influence. One by one, solar system after solar system would fall to his fleets. Other Aksren empires had no choice but to agree to his actions. Yutilians, Shal’rein, Palierans, and the Alara’jal clans would watch as their fleet assets would succumb to Jalgren’s ingenuity and power-hungry maneuvering to conquer the galaxy.

Jalgren was never the sort of individual that believed in exterminating the other. He was the first emperor to wipe out all opposition successfully, but many viewed him as a gracious victor. To him, he was “liberating” the clan species from the atrocities and decadence that the clan’s internal governments, warlords, and leaders had brought towards their own people. Even other clan species can further later acclaim that in some respects, the Aksren emperor was that of a hero. The Alara’jal and Shal’rein were just the prime examples of a people that focused on fighting amongst themselves to the point of barbaric brutality. When Jalgren rode through, the devastated Shal’rein and Alara’jal fleets were obliterated. When the emperor announced his victory, the defeated populations feared the worst. They believed that the nuclear bombs were to fall upon their world, but the Aksren wanted none of it.

It was here that many viewed Jalgren the Great as an Itrean uniter. Cohesion was his main goal as he continued to fight the Yutilians and the remaining Aksren empires that resisted him. His promise was fulfilled when he passed reform after reform. Even if parts of the population were against him, his word was law. He wanted equality for the defeated subspecies. Their cultural views, various beliefs, traditions, and aspects would slowly bleed into Renlar culture and outward in all directions. Now named the Empire of Jalgren, it would spread outward and control all of Itrean space. By the end point of his life, he watched as the final Aksren empire would surrender to his growing superpower. Within 200 years, Jalgren controlled a quarter of the Milky Way Galaxy. As the humans were still in their most infantile of pre-civilizations, the Aksren clan ruled and dominated everything.

A single Aksren was all it took for the lives of trillions to be affected. Jalgren’s legacy was profound. It was known as 20,000 years of peace, and relative prosperity as more and more of the other non-Aksren would adjust to living the life among the Aksren clan. To this day, all the Itreans at least understand the U’ck’ck language, the words that can be spoken from planet to planet. Many often compare the Empire of Jalgren to that of the Roman Empire on Earth, both in personality, cultural, and economic prosperity. Slavery was all but nonexistent.

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Mary rested her head on her steering wheel. Cold air filled her lungs and poured from her lips in a misty path that split before her, with a majority streaming to the right, leaving just a little wisp to go it alone. Her shoulders quivered as bitter laughter rattled in her chest. Other students chortled and stampeded around her, ignorant to who sat amidst their leagues. Or they simply didn’t care. Why would they?

The blonde pulled out her new phone. It had been a week since the sleepover, since her social life was shattered like cheap glass. She had no one’s number on her device, nor did anyone know hers. Mary shoved her door open and jumped out, rubbing her naked arms in a futile shield against the wind that bit at her flesh like a million ants. They crawled across her limbs, leaving icy pinpricks wherever they went.

Mary climbed from her car and clenched her thighs. They were the only thing keeping her dick from sticking out. She had it tucked between her legs, pressed snugly against her pussy. Her cumbersome balls helped to hold it in place, finally useful for something other than making her shorts protrude noticeably. She pulled her handbag around to hand it in front of her groin.

The weekend had been a nightmare of trial and tribulation. She struggled to find a way to keep her ‘little friend’ secret, which became increasingly difficult as it grew. If no one saw it, then Gretchen’s words were only rumours, nothing more. The only solution, after finding out that tape would cause her rash, was her current predicament. Thankfully, her nerves and the cold barred any arousal from seeping into her consciousness.

“Excuse me,” someone said, pushing past her. Their shoulder bumped against hers, causing the blonde to stumble. Whoever the passer-by was, they didn’t care about who she is, or rather who she was. Mary hurried as her teeth began to chatter. Her nipples jutted out from her shirt like a pair of fingers pointing the way, leading her by the chest. She let out a shuddering sigh as she entered the building, a rush of warmth greeting her. As well as the snide giggling of a fellow blonde.

Mary’s vision zeroed in on the small group huddled around a set of lockers. Everyone gave them a wide berth, hushing their conversations and lowering their heads. Even so, Gretchen pulled some aside at random, locking onto any flaw that was available to her, before exploiting it. A pang of sympathy echoed in her chest.

“Look who it is!” Gretchen’s condescending voice speared through Mary’s ears, ricocheting in her head. She glanced to its source, barely able to repress a shudder. That night had been the worst of her life, and there was little doubt in her mind that Gretchen wanted to make sure she never forgot it.

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,” the cruel-faced blonde sang, cackling as she slung an arm over the outcasted girl’s shoulders. Ashley and the others quickly joined her, crowding around their former leader.

“What do you want, Gretchen?” Mary growled and straightened her back, peering down at her former best friend. Almost five years of friendship and there wasn’t a trace of kindness left on Gretchen’s face, only a demeaning sneer that Mary had cultivated in her. Now it betrayed her. How long had it been since she saw that expression turned on her?

“Do I need a reason to make fun of the biggest freak of the century?” Gretchen laughed. To a stranger, it might seem pleasant, like the jovial tone of a child.

“There’s plenty of trans people,” Mary muttered, thinking of the shemale porn stars she’d begun to watch more and more. None of them were like her, though, a futanari. Not that Gretchen or anyone else knew that.

“Yeah, but none like you,” Gretchen sniggered, “Look at you; everything about you screams ‘sexy’, but then you’ve got a stupid little girl-cock.”

“Girl-cock?” Mary laughed, arching an eyebrow. She cast her gaze across the others, lingering on Ashley. The plump girl shied away, pale cheeks reddening. Gretchen grimaced at the retort, then caught the glance between the two.

“Still trying to get into Ashley’s panties?” Gretchen giggled, pulling Mary in tighter, “What girl would want to be with you? Little freak.”

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice lanced through the gathering. Mary’s heart and eyes jumped at the sound of it, her gaze flashing to Carmen. The honour student ignored them, vision aimed ahead. Dakota copied her, remaining silent despite the glare affixed to her face. Ashley and Zoey stepped out of the way, while everyone watched them go.

“You think the dykes will take you?” Gretchen snarled, curling her lip at the two, “Hate to break it to you… actually, I love it, but they’ll never accept you. No one will. I’ll see to it.”

Mary opened her mouth and inhaled. Insults thundered across her thoughts like racehorses, drowning out everything, until they vanished and were replaced by Gretchen’s face. Every facet of her visage consumed the blonde’s mind, the crevices in her lips, how they curled in a cruel sneer, and the way her eyes flickered with hatred. Then it was gone, consumed by another, escort bayan ortaköy equally hateful face. And just as familiar.

She snapped her eyes shut and shook her head. Mary jerked away from Gretchen and hurried toward her class, gritting her teeth against the insults that followed her. They hung on her shoulders like loyal pets, perched there and chittering in her ears. She planted herself at the furthermost corner of the room, away from everyone’s sight. It was just like middle-school all over again.

Few people even spared a glance in her direction. Her name hovered about the room, passing from one set of lips to another in hushed murmurs. She knew what they were talking about, though. ‘Was it true, did she really have a cock, you find out, no you do it…’ No one wanted to approach her. Not when Gretchen’s eyes and ears were everywhere. Exactly like middle-school, Mary thought.

After the lunch bell rang, and everyone filed out into the halls, Gretchen’s hawk-like gaze found her in seconds. It didn’t take long before the flying insults cajoled others into the humiliation, every girl around her joining in to avoid Gretchen’s ire, though many were all too happy to add their voices. She faintly recognised several races as they crowded around her.

Mary pushed through the throngs of students. Their mouths spat at her, calling her every name that she had thrown at them over the years. She remained stoic, however, unwilling to give them the satisfaction that they craved.

“Oh god, look at those things!” One snickered, hand poking into the firm implant of Mary’s breast.

“She fucking likes it,” another joined her, flicking a finger against a nipple, still firm from the cold. Mary clenched her jaw and pressed harder, eyes zeroing in on the bathrooms. A third hand slapped against her ass, earning a sharp yelp from the blonde, and sank its fingers into her cheek. The nails sent a flash of pain through her. Mary bit her lip to restrain a moan, though it was harder to keep her thighs together as her cock swelled against them. Fortunately, the bathroom finally came within reach.

As did her crotch to a fourth hand. It lashed out in front of her, too low to get her breasts. She froze in place. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp as a stranger’s fingers dug into her shorts, fondling the bulge of her testes and freeing her hidden shaft from the tight grip of her thighs. Mary slapped the hand away and charged into the restroom.

“Get out!” She shrieked at the occupants. Mary instantly made a beeline for the nearest stall, hands tugging at her clothes. Once inside, she stripped in a familiar pattern and sat atop the toilet. She set her elbows against her knees and let her head fall forward. Swelling with desire, her cock twitched as it rose above her thighs to almost meet the curve of her breast. Mary didn’t touch it.

The thing was huge now. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought it was growing right in front of her as if feeding off her unquenchable lust. As her member grew, so too did her libido. She was insatiable before, always hankering for her next boytoy. Now her cock demanded double that. Always on the cusp of her thoughts, no matter the situation.

What made it impossible to wholly conceal was her balls. At first, they were massive, easily the size of an orange or apple, but at least they were mostly manageable with a skirt. Then her cock began to grow, and they joined with fervour, expanding feverishly quick. Her scrotum remained loose, letting them hang when she released the unsightly orbs. Now they rested on the toilet lid, each bigger than a softball.

The sounds of Gretchen’s voice carried through the door. It slithered through the cracks toward Mary, reminding her of the humiliation that waited for her, no matter when she left. She something wet roll down her cheek as her shoulders back to shake, and her chest grew tight. This was how the rest of her school life was going to be.

Her parents wouldn’t let her change schools. Even if she told them what was happening, they were too oblivious to see through the façade that Gretchen’s mother would put up. And no one would back her up. They all wanted her to suffer, and a transfer would be too easy an escape. Mary laughed as a tear fell onto the linoleum floor below. Unaffected by her state, her cock continued to rise to its full erection until the spongy tip met her breast.

“This is retarded,” Mary chuckled and pawed at her eyes. From voluptuous queen bee to a futanari sex freak that got turned on while being humiliated and harassed. Her cock throbbed strongly and pushed harder against her tit, as if trying to make a modicum of effort to comfort her, “I could do with an orgasm…” she mumbled and wiped off her tears on her thigh, then grasped her broad shaft.

The veins pulsed warmly in welcome and her tip leaked a large dollop of pre-cum. Her production never failed to amaze, as slick pre streamed down her length and over her fingers. For every inch that her vein-riddled prick grew, escort bayan rus she seemed to produce another cup worth of semen. Her prick was coated in a soft sheen after a just a few pumps of her hand. She moaned softly as her tears dried up, replaced by the slime pouring from her cock.

Mary jerked her arm away at the sound of the door swinging open. Footsteps paced over to her stall and hovered outside, facing toward her. She didn’t dare make a sound above her breathing, waiting – praying that this person would leave. The door vibrated with a few sharp raps.

“Open the door,” Dakota said.

“Dakota?” Mary questioned, unable to believe her ears. The feet moved into an impatient stance and tapped against the hard floor.

“Yeah, now open the damn door.”

“I can’t,” Mary swiftly refused.

“Because of your dick?”

“That’s just a…”

“I felt it,” Dakota confessed, “You’re not alone.”

“You mean you’ve got one too?” Mary scoured her memories for proof, however she had never paid enough attention to notice, “I never knew.”

“It’s not exactly something I go around telling people. Now let me in.”

“I can’t,” Mary insisted, glancing down at her no longer unique cock.

“You jerking off in there?” Dakota asked bluntly.

“… yeah,” Mary whispered, certain that her face made a tomato seem blue. Her cock was less ashamed, happily spurting pre-cum.

“Can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but… do you want some help?”

“What?!”

“It’s boring as fuck isn’t it? Masturbating all the time, especially after everything we used to do.”

“I guess so,” Mary mumbled and walked to the door, reaching for the latch with a quivering hand, “What’re you going to do?”

“You know me,” Dakota laughed softly, “I was the only one of us who got off giving a blowjob.”

“I’m pretty big,” Mary grinned in pride.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now, are you gonna let me in or not?”

“You’re really going to do this?” Mary breathed, torn between what she knew would happen and what she wanted.

“I hate you,” Dakota confessed, “But I know what you’re going through. You did it to me, after all.”

“Sorry,” Mary hung her head and licked her lips, almost able to feel the word lingering on them. She unlocked the door and stepped back, letting it slide open, “I really am.”

“You can prove it to me later,” Dakota pushed the dilapidated barrier all the way open and stepped inside, before she hurriedly closed it once more. The two stood in the confined space without sound or movement. Mary didn’t know what to say, nor how she should begin. Her prick stood rigid, aimed solely at the girl who had promised a better release than anything else before. A large drop of pre hung from the tip, building greater with every beat of her heart. It broke away from the slick stream and splatted against the floor.

Dakota turned around to face the blonde futa. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, before she recovered a calm mask, then traced her gaze across Mary’s form. She settled on the turgid mass that marred the girl’s form. Its veiny shaft stood out in stark relief to the smooth swell of Mary’s hips and unnatural perkiness of her breasts, and beneath it hung a pair of balls an elephant would be envious of. The blonde crooked her head down and to the side.

“I really hate you,” Dakota laughed and moved closer. She and Mary were close to the same height, with the half-German standing only an inch taller. Their groins met, Mary’s impressive shaft pressing into a noticeable presence behind Dakota’s skirt.

“You really have one,” Mary gasped and hesitantly reached down to slip her hand beneath the garment, finding a pair of boxer shorts encumbered with a bulge like her own, only smaller, “But you can use underwear?”

“Of course,” Dakota frowned and looked at the pile of clothes, “You can’t?”

“No, I can’t wear anything when I’m like this,” Mary nodded to her erection.

“Freaky,” Dakota noted, then reached between them and grabbed the appendage, inhaling sharply when her hand failed to fit around it, “Holy shit.” She pushed against Mary, forcing her to sit back on the toilet. The tanned teen lowered herself to her knees in front of her, eyes staring up at the impressive length.

“I really am sorry for what I did before,” Mary mumbled, breaths growing heavier as her former friend’s face neared her cock. She only had one ally now, or perhaps something more, and she had every intention of keeping it that way. No matter how much she had to brown nose.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dakota breathed. She puckered her lips and pressed them against Mary’s prick, inhaling the heady musk that swirled about the pulsating spire, “Like I said, ‘prove it to me later’.”

“Okay,” Mary cooed, and relaxed. She spread her legs wider and pushed out her hips, running her cock against Dakota’s supple lips. Dakota stroked her mouth down to the base, then slid lower and wrapped her lips around a ball, inhaling as much as she could. The size was impossible, however. Her escort bayan etiler hands made up for it as they cupped each orb, feeling their heft against her palm. Cum sloshed noisily inside and crashed against the walls of its container.

The blonde futa slid her hands along her legs and up to her breasts. She groped her firm mounds, nursing her bottom lip, as she watched Dakota work. She knew her former, now only friend was an eager cocksucker. It was a fact that she often bragged about, but Mary never thought that she’d be on the receiving end. That was far from a complaint, merely an observation.

She adored the sensations racing across her nerves. Dakota licked and fondled her sack as if she were worshipping a religious idol, tracing every protrusive vein with her lithe tongue. Her lips moved between each ball, drawing it in and lathering it in her spit, while her other hand massaged the other. Each finger was a point of delight as they pressed intermittently, separate from each other, roiling her cumbersome testes. The nails scratched and pulled at the loose flesh, adding another sensation.

Saliva drooled across Mary’s balls as Dakota made out sloppily with the oversized orb. The breath from her nose breezed across the moistened skin, sending pleasant chills up Mary’s spine. Pre-cum made its way to the overeager cocksucker, mixing with her spit. Dakota opened wide against a ball and moaned, lapping her tongue across its surface and catching every drop of pre. The half-German moved a hand away and pushed it behind the action.

“Oh, fuck!” Mary gasped, arcing her hips as Dakota slid a finger inside her pussy. The sudden penetration caused a burst of pre-cum to shoot out, landing across the tanned teen’s hair. It ran down her brunette locks, soaking into them, but went ignored. Dakota curled and stretched her finger, swirling it around, before sliding another two inside. The nails scratched against Mary’s walls, and the burning itch that bubbled just below the surface.

Dakota, then, planted wet kisses along Mary’s balls and up her shaft. When she reached the peak, its swollen, purple head, the girl wrapped her lips around the tip. Mary glanced down at her and met her gaze. They held the lock as Dakota slurped lewdly, drawing out still more sticky pre, while her tongue slowly lapped around the head. Dakota abruptly removed her hand from Mary’s pussy, then, and brought the pair to her relentless shaft.

The blonde futa breathed deep in anticipation. Her cock throbbed as it was wrapped in Dakota’s soft grasp, pressing its root-like veins against them. Their eyes remained fixed to one another, even as Mary’s fluttered in her towering lust. Dakota brought her hands to the swell of Mary’s crown and opened wider, leaning close until her lips touched them. Her cheeks turned hollow as she suckled like a parched babe.

“Fuck me, you’re good at this,” Mary rasped, pinching her excited nipples at the display.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Dakota replied around the near-fist sized crown. Though her words were slurred and muffled, they were astonishingly clear considering what stuffed her maw. The girl wasn’t shy about showing off her flexible jaw whenever she had the chance, usually putting an apple or orange inside at parties. Mary had seen her perform the trick time after time, but she never thought it had any use until now.

“What about deepthroating me?” Mary pushed her hips toward the girl, forcing her lips past the glans. Dakota retreated immediately after wards, pulling her mouth off with a lewd pop.

“There’s more to a blowjob than sucking the whole thing down in one go,” Dakota advised her, both hands stroking the pillar of cock, “But,” she continued, returning her lips to the spongy crown, “I do like a challenge.” The teen lowered her mouth back to where she left off, stroking her hands down to the base as she did so.

Mary left the subject alone and leaned against the basin. Part of her wished she could suck on her nipples, but the implants forbade it. They were too firm and round, however she could happily settle for pulling and pinching them. Mary rolled her nubs in her fingers as Dakota slowly, painfully so, bobbed her head back and forth with her spiralling hands.

Her hips began to jerk impatiently. Mary groaned and tightened the grip around her breasts, both savouring the drawn-out pleasure and suffering in it. Go faster, she silently urged the tortuous girl, but Dakota remained locked in her methodical practice. Her lips slid across the crown while her tongue toyed with the spewing slit, as her hands twisted and stroked the foot-long dick.

“Please, Dakota,” Mary moaned, unable to tolerate it for much longer, “Go faster… go deeper… anything!”

Dakota popped free once more and hastened her strokes. She laid her cheek against the slimy head, ushering even greater bursts of pre to sully her tan, and fixed her smouldering gaze upon Mary’s, “What do you want me to do?”

“Suck my cock,” Mary panted, rolling her hips, “Shove it down your throat. Make me cum inside of you… please?” She’d never felt this desperate to cum before, always giving into her desire without a care. Her balls had never felt so full, or so tight for that matter. Every inch that Dakota’s hand travelled made them feel tenser, like a dam holding back an entire ocean. It would inevitably crumble. There was just the matter of when, and Dakota held that time in her hand.

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I remember that the sky was grey and leaden. The clouds were almost impenetrable, and they cast everything into an early, foreboding twilight. It was a heavy feeling, an oppressive weight settled about your shoulders. The sky pressing down, the walls closing in. I am not normally a claustrophobic person but even during my watch on the north-western tower I felt strangely trapped, more like I was enclosed in a dim airless room than a high perch with a view for leagues around. I wasn’t the only one to feel like that, I could see that same slow-mounting tension in the eyes of every man on the wall, hear it in the terse, clipped conversations. Hushed, for the weight of the sky.

It had been like that for days, or at least it certainly felt like days. We only had the hourly toll of the Palatine Bell to mark time by between the times of the lightening of the grey at dawn and the darkening of it at eventide. If it weren’t for that bell, I tell you now we would have lost all sense of time. We would have spent an eternity in the damnable twilight, driven to madness before long. It was hard to call to mind the memory of true warmth, of golden wheat fields in the summer time beneath a clear sky. I had lost all hope of seeing such a blue as the sky again.

Morale was low, as you might guess. We were growing weary and dour. Gods if it would have but rained! Then the clouds would have broken before long and we could have seen sun and sky again! But no. It had been three months of that overcast and there was no sign of it stopping any time soon. It wasn’t natural, of course it wasn’t. We all knew that. They meant to break our will with this monotony. They meant to sap our morale until we threw down our arms and came crawling out begging them for one last glimpse of light and hope before they snuffed us out.

Hah, say what you want about those bastards, but they were patient. They would wait us out. Either our minds would break or our supplies would run out. Either way, why bother risking an honest war? Far safer for them to just sit there in their fucking camp and wait for the inevitable.

We were stuck here, sure as anything. We couldn’t sortie out; they’d cut us to pieces if we tried. Couldn’t resupply, either. Reinforcements? Well that was our only hope, but we had no way to know if any of our messengers had gotten through or if anyone was coming. Some of us had already given into despair by the third month and there were… rumours. Whispers of mutiny. Now don’t misunderstand me, I am no whore-son rebel. I never even countenanced the idea of turning my back on the Lord Protector. Gods know the man had done enough already to earn that title a dozen times over. I was there at the Battle of Praecedere Aurora. I’d have marched to the Twelve Gates if he’d commanded me!

But some of the men… the new blood especially… they hadn’t seen what I’d seen. They didn’t know how much he cared. There were seditious whispers, late at night. The weight of the sky wasn’t the only anxiety growing in the keep.

So it was dark days all around. You didn’t know if they’d finally run out of that damned patience and just decide to smash us, or if the sky would come falling on our heads, or if some poor sod wouldn’t crack… or if those ungrateful little fuckers would start something after they got into their cups and turn the whole garrison in on escort bayan fındıkzade itself. You had to keep yourself alert, sleep with an eye open. Keep a dagger under your pillow.

My squad was billeted in the barracks not far from the western wall. We’d get rotated along the wall for our watches and patrols, starting at the north and going along the length of it. We’d get three days on the wall, two days in Three Jewels and two days off-duty. Some days I’d almost prefer to be stuck up on the wall in the bone-chilling winds and the heavy sky than patrolling the Jewels dealing with urchins and pickpockets and those sneering Guilder cunts. Almost.

The only one that kept me sane through all of it was Lillian. Gods bless her. She was my Second, and sometimes I think she’d have made a better First than I was. She certainly was better at diffusing tensions amongst the squad than I was. I don’t know how she managed to keep most arguments from escalating with just the right word or a glance, but she did. She had the brightest smile, too. Even in those days under the sky. She was one of the very few who hadn’t let it get to them. Her laugh was still as clear and ringing as ever it had been and her eyes still had that mischievous gleam in them. Sometimes I think her Da was secretly an avatar of the Trickster or something. I can’t think of any other explanation for that look in her eyes, like the whole world was a secret joke and only she got the punchline. She was tall and she had the sort of body you’d expect from a soldier. Toned muscles, surprising amount of strength. She wore her dark brown hair short, like we all did and her ever-laughing eyes were brown too.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened the first time. Might have been in the first month, probably some time in the second. It was coming up to the end of our watch, all clear as it had been every other night. The sky had been a bit darker that day, and it was coming up to sunset I think… at least it was getting even worse to be out there. We’d started lighting torches. I’d noticed Lillian shooting the occasional glance up at the clouds for the past hour. She was tense, it was in her expression, in the way she held herself, in the way she peered out between the crenellations every few minutes as if expecting an arrow to come whizzing out of the gloom or the echo of war-cries and clashing steel to come from further along the wall.

Nothing did.

By the time our watch ended and our relief appeared, she was wound tighter than a bow string. I was starting to get worried for her, given how out of character she was acting. I’d never seen her so nervous before. We went through the small guard room at the entrance of the tower, passed the map on the wall and the racks of weapons and then proceeded down the spiralling stairwell into the armoury a level below where we could store our weapons and armour for the day. I turned, with the intent of asking her what was up with her. Imagine my surprise as she threw herself upon me with a clamour of metal striking metal thanks to the armour we wore. Her lips were on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands scrabbled at the straps of my armour and began to unbuckle me. It was fierce, desperate, bruising. Searing. My lips were stinging, swollen, I was frozen, masöz bayan pushed back until I hit the wall. The plates fell with a clang, a shimmering ring of mail pulled away. The kiss breaking only briefly for her to strip each item from me in turn. She was even stronger than I’d thought. I couldn’t speak, every time I tried she just kissed me again, harder, rougher. Teeth clashing, eyes burning.

Next came her own armour, piece by piece. Clang and clamour. Soon the both of us were down to padded undergarments. Shapeless, spotted with rust and oil. She didn’t seem to care, her hands grasping at me, pressing me into the wall. This time she did not kiss me, but instead roughly tugged my head aside so she could bite me upon the neck. A sudden tingling rush of heat went through me. I must have moaned, for her hand clamped around my mouth to stifle me.

What the hell had gotten into her? I was her commanding officer, she was my Second! This should not have been happening. This was wrong.

Then why was I hard as steel?

Shocking even myself, I grabbed her and roughly turned her, shoving her into the wall in turn to press my lips upon her’s, claiming her mouth with the same sudden, desperate urgency she had displayed. She almost went limp against me and only my mouth upon her’s quietened her own moans of desire. She tugged impatiently upon the thick padding separating us both. Hardly an arousing thing to wear and so very suddenly the most offensive article of clothing ever devised by the hand of man.

Again, the kiss broke. The unsnapping of buckles. Heavy, low panting. The rustle of clothing.

Our remaining clothing fell away in unseemly haste. Her breasts were round and full and shockingly pale compared to the darker skin of the more usually-bared parts of her. Nipples stiff and dark amid the circles of her areola. Muscles rippled the smooth, warm skin of her belly, her hips round and hidden within was soft dark down above swollen slickness. I must have gasped for she smiled then and tugged me in closer for another kiss. Hard as the others, eager now, burning. Hands roamed my body, stroking over broad chest and dark hair and smooth muscles. Lower still and she grasped me.

This time I definitely did gasp as her slender fingers encircled my engorged prick. I was hot and hard and aching, throbbing against her touch. A glistening bead of arousal gathered upon the dark tip and she smeared it over my length down to the root. My hands found the soft warm weight of her breasts, kneading and squeezing, moulding them to my hands. She moaned and I silenced her with my mouth. She leaned back into the wall, thighs parting and my hand slid over the trembling muscles of her abdomen and found her even wetter there than the glistening of her folds had made me expect. She was so very hot and soft as the finest silks of far-lands of the Celestine Throne. My fingers slid in easily and she gasped into my lips. She was tight, gripping, squeezing. Her warm grasp sucked upon me as I steadily drove my fingers in and out of her cleft.

For the first time she spoke and her voice was low and rough, the words brief but overwhelming in their command, “Fuck. Me.”

Never before or since have two words held such irresistible power over me. I could no more disobey than the sun could escort bayan bağcılar halt in its course or the sea fall still.

The hand wrapped around me tugged my length up against her heat and my fingers fell away, grasping her hips. She raised herself up against the wall, legs wrapping around my back, powerful thighs holding me in place. I drove forward and was thankful for the feverish kisses she lavished upon me for I could not hold back the moans as her warmth engulfed me. Her command rang in my ears, repeating over and over, louder and louder. Every beat of my heart, every breath from my lungs carried it. I pulled myself out almost entirely and then drove back inside. The pace was hard and frantic and desperate. Our bodies writhed, our hands grasped and groped and tugged. Her fingers dug into my back, clawing down them in twin lines of fire. The pain only fed my arousal and I threw myself into her, flesh clapping upon flesh, hips relentless in their animalistic thrusts into her.

I pulled my mouth from her’s to sink my teeth into her collar. She clenched tight around me, fingers digging deeper into my skin. She would have brought the whole keep down upon us if the breath had not frozen in her throat and the only sound to come from her was a chocked-back groan. Her walls clamped tight against me and my own pleasured noises were only held quiet by the smooth, warm skin against my mouth.

After that her hips writhed with ever-greater fervency. My cock was stroked and massaged by the silken heat of her and soon I was reduced to sobbing her name in ecstatic worship as the building heat and tension within me grew beyond all bearing. The sound of it must have triggered something, for she came a second time, walls squeezing the life from my straining manhood buried within. I grasped her neck with my hand and pressed her into the wall. Her cry cut off before it could begin. Her eyes were wide and pleading for my own climax.

It was not long in coming. Three or four hard, desperate thrusts into her grasping walls was all it took. I pressed her into a hurried kiss to prevent my cries from escaping as I buried my cock deep inside her. Utterly hilted inside of her, my length pulsed and twitched as the dam within me broke at last. Tension released in great waves of relief and heat, the pleasure of it almost made me sob. I flooded her with my thick, white seed. Every last drop that I had to give was her’s. All her’s.

I held against her, muscles quivering, hands gripping her tightly, mind a dizzy, spinning blur, until I was entirely spent. Only then did I fall away and slip out of her, cock glistening and dripping, eyes wide, breath ragged. I was slick with sweat and she too glistened and we could do no more than stare at each other with wide, shocked eyes. I could see the bruises I’d left upon her, and she upon me. The teeth marks. The dull ache in my back reminded me of the furrows she had no doubt clawed into my back.

Her legs trembled, white seed began to drip down her inner thigh where she stood with back propped up against the stone of the wall. She smiled and at last gathered enough strength to move off of the wall. She kissed my cheek, eyes gleaming, laughing. She said not a word as she dressed swiftly and, with a spring in her step, slipped out of the armoury.

I stood there, in a state of bemusement and disbelief for a long while, staring at the door. At last I was roused from that dream-like stupor by noise on a lower level. Hurriedly I dressed, hissing as the rough cloth of my tunic brushed over the scratches on my back and quickly exited the armoury.

It was a long walk alone beneath a sky not quite so dark and terrible before I reached the barracks.

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The second version written in the style I only used for short stories so far.

The Freelancer series is set in a mixed fantasy and science fiction universe, in which the natural laws of movies (read physics plot holes) are somewhat made plausible (if all else fails, it’s magic!).

Enjoy!

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The small, oblong shaped cargo ship approached the long ago abandoned and partially stripped space station, once used as an interstellar trade hub servicing many large transport ships for the nearby planet Houres and mining stations throughout the solar system, but put out of commission when a newer modular one was built with larger docks that could handle the large Behemoth class ships and included much more entertainment facilities, and was also easier to expand when needed. The cargo ship itself was an inconspicuous older shuttle type with a dark grey, crude oblong hull and two lower oblong external engines at the side, perfectly fitting the interplanetary cargo transport task it was designed for. It flew to one of the two unlit landing bays and touched down at a little distance from another ship, a sleek personal cruiser with a trendy blue coloured wedge shaped hull and too many chrome features.

Two casually dressed men with a broad build and armed with heavy automatic rifles and one holding no weapon stood alongside it and kept a close eye on the new arrival. The vast region of space around the station contained enough breathable air originating from the planet that they only needed a little extra oxygen from a light mask to breath normally while they weren’t indoors.

The rear door of the transporter lowered to the floor with a clunk, and a young man with unkempt dark reddish coloured hair and wearing simple dark grey coveralls stepped onto the ramp. He put up his hand in a casual greeting, and guided an electric cart down the ramp carrying a metal crate the size of a large coffin. He stopped a few metre in front of the nearest armed man. The unarmed man named Amos thought the merry look in the young man’s hazel brown eyes didn’t match his idea of the supposedly serious look of an underground transporter of special goods, and glanced at the crate. ‘Are you Kal?’

Kal gestured at the crate with his thumb. ‘The one with the package if you’re the one whom I’m supposed to meet and receive my fee from.’

Armos gestured with his head to one of the others to check the crate. The one with an expression as if he had never laughed a single moment in his life went over to the crate, inspected the locks for any kind of damage that could be a sign of tampering and the tracking numbers on the shipping label on the side, and returned a nod in confirmation to Armos. Armos pulled a thick unmarked envelope from his jacket, and tossed it over to Kal who deftly caught it, felt the thickness, and put it in the inside pocket of his coverall. Armos let out a single chuckle. ‘You’re also one of those people who doesn’t count?’

Kal shrugged. ‘I can tell from the thickness that it should be the amount I asked for, and I don’t think you would risk future business relations by cheating on someone who can transport sensitive cargo for you in discrete ways.’

‘True.’ Armos said, and gestured to his companions to load the crate onto their ship.

Kal stepped aside for them. ‘The cart is complementary.’ he said, and walked without any hurry back to his ship.

Armos waited until Kal’s ship left the station and was at a good distance, and boarded the cruiser. They departed from the station and headed towards the planet while he took the microphone from the radio on the bridge and selected a specific frequency on the dials. ‘Delivery to post box.’

A few crackles from the loudspeaker later, the reply sounded. ‘Post box to delivery, do you have the pizza?’

‘We have the pizza and are on the way.’

‘Good. Looking forward to it.’

Armos put the microphone back into the holder and sat back in his seat, quietly looking out of the window while the ship changed course to one of the designated entry lanes at the night side of the planet marked by rows of lit satellites.

#

The ship cruised leisurely through the almost clear sky, lowered altitude near one of the large cities, and followed the official flight paths throughout the city until it banked to the right near its destination, the large back yard of an exclusive night club. The crate went from the ship to the private office of Jallak Umtrus, the club owner, where he cheerfully welcomed it as the men rolled it inside. ‘There they are, finally.’ he said as he moved his fat frame in an overpriced and tight fitting, light grey suit towards the crate. ‘I’m sure the clients will enjoy these two girls with their pure white skin and blue hair as much as I will this night.’ He grinned at Armos and stroked his thinning hair back with one hand. ‘I might even enjoy myself a second night if they are as pretty and tight as I expect them to be.’

Armos had no desire to imagine what that looked like. escort bayan beyoğlu He had seen the naked torso of his boss a few times before, and that was twice as much as he liked. Seeing his fat face and stumpy nose all the time was bad enough, but the man paid well.

Jallak gestured at the locks of the crate. ‘Open it.’

Armos glanced automatically at the other men he commanded in the room to check their distance being adequately away from the crate, as he was trained to assume a lethal trap before opening any closed container, and activated his innate shield magic that led him to his bodyguard career. He changed the numbers on the two locks, pulled away the latches, and lifted the lid slightly. Nothing happened or changed after a moment, and he opened the lid all the way. Jallek and he gazed in wonder at the two black young women lying side by side in opposite direction in the crate, dressed in black sweaters, cargo pants, and knitted caps. Jallek huffed hard. ‘What’s the meaning of this!?’

He gasped when the girls opened their alert dark green and blue eyes, and Armos jerked him backwards by the neck of his shirt behind his shield defence when the girls sat up quickly and pulled out a pair of guns each.

The other men pulled out their guns but the girls were faster.

#

Heavy engine noise from the club’s back yard attracted the attention of the back door guard inside, and he peeked outside thought the small window in the reinforced door. He barely jumped back in time before the back of a light lorry struck the doorway.

Kal drove the lorry forward, stepped out, and drew his special gun as he stepped towards the crumbling hole in the wall. The door guard pulled his gun when Kal stepped inside through the dust cloud, but Kal had already accumulated the bullet mass and energy in the barrel in his gun with his power, and shot him first.

#

Shots rang through the office as the girls took down anyone holding a gun first, with only two of the henchmen reacting fast enough to take cover. They returned fire but the girls jumped out of the way swiftly and fired again through the couch and the bar counter the men hid behind. Armos dragged Jallak roughly along the floor and through the doorway as he retreated into the corridor, then pulled him up to his feet and pushed against his back. ‘Move!’

Jallak stumbled forward through the corridor until Armos stopped him at the sound of gunfire in front of them. He grabbed Jallek by his shirt again and pushed him through the side corridor towards the club’s dance floor.

‘Saeru, Viri, you all right?’ Kal asked when his partners stepped out of the office. ‘Where is Jallek?’

‘He escaped with a bodyguard.’ said Saeru.

Viri gestured back at the office. ‘Only dead people there now.’

Kal moved towards the side corridor. ‘This way then.’

They stepped briskly through the corridor towards the pounding dance music coming through the half open door at the end, and onto the dance floor where wealthy men and women occupied booths with scantily clad young women and men, this time not engaging in dancing in the flickering lights or drinking and making mostly unwanted but well-paid advances, but looking around confused after the owner of the club passed by with the rough help of his bodyguard. Saeru pointed at the other side of the floor where the two hurried away through the main doorway. ‘There!’

Armos spun around and shot at the intruders, who dodged the bullets quickly and returned fire while the crowd screamed in panic and scrambled for safety. He did not hesitate though and pushed Jallek farther through the lobby while a few people ducked to the side at the sight of his gun. ‘We have unwanted guests.’ he said to two bulky doormen at the front doors. ‘Eliminate them.’ He went outside with the jittery Jallek while the doormen opened fire at the assailants from behind the cover of the lobby doorway.

It didn’t matter to Kal how thick the walls were. He accumulated denser mass and energy in his gun, and took two shots. The doormen dropped dead when both rounds went straight through the walls and their body armour.

Kal and the girls rushed and spread out onto the street a moment later, just in time for Viri to see their targets enter a car close by, and she and Saeru fired at Armos at once.

He grinned only a little in wry amusement when the bullets hit the armoured windshield without any damage, and started the engine and slammed down the accelerator. He drove straight towards the trio with screeching tyres, mocking Kal for aiming his gun at him. ‘Your gun can’t do anything to this armour, asshole.’ He never realised what happened when the high density projectile passed through the reinforced glass and shattered his skull.

The car swerved on the wet street and crashed into the side of another, and Kal and the girls stepped towards it, keeping their guns aimed at Jallek who sat in a daze in the passenger escort otele gelen seat with his forehead bleeding from the hit against the dashboard. His presence of mind returned when Viri pulled him out of the car and onto his fat stomach on the ground. He glared up at the three standing around him. ‘Do you even know what you’re doing!? You’re going to pay a slow and painful price for this!’

Kal squatted in front of him and placed the muzzle of his gun against the heavily sweating man’s forehead. ‘I think we’re quite aware of what we’re doing, as you can see. And it’s you who will pay a heavy price for your activities. A large stack of evidence we’ve collected over the last few months has found its way onto the desk of a trustworthy prosecutor, describing every disgusting thing you pulled off and naming plenty of high ranking clients, who won’t hesitate to push the blame all on you.’ He retracted his gun. ‘Not that it’ll help them much when it all becomes public.’

Jallek barely shouted a curse when Viri shoved his face against the ground, and Saeru tied his arms behind his back with a loop around his ankles to keep him from standing up. Sirens sounded in the distance as they stepped back, and Jallek’s hateful glare intensified. ‘I will find you and tear you through a shredder!’ he bellowed. ‘Cut off your head and piss down your neck!’

Kal shrugged. ‘I’ve heard worse threats, but you’re still just a tiny disgusting man.’

‘I’ll have you beaten and watch as I fuck up these bitches in every hole they have!’

Kal silenced him with a swift and hard kick into his side, and turned away while Jallek gasped for air. ‘Let’s have some fun before we go home.’

Saeru giggled and put her arm around his as they walked away from the scene. ‘You never mind what they say about you, but always become mad when they talk about us.’

‘What can I say? I have my priorities.’

Viri took his other arm in hers and kissed his cheek. ‘You’re such a sweet guy.’ she giggled while police cars with blasting sirens went past them.

#

Kal carried the last small crate of groceries onto his cargo ship after a late morning of shopping, and slid it into the supply locker while Viri closed the side door of the cargo hold. ‘I hope you girls didn’t forget anything.’ he said. ‘Twenty crates seems like it might not be enough.’

She stuck her tongue out playfully. ‘Us girls require extra care, unlike you simple men.’

He smirked at her. ‘We’re just more efficient.’

She slapped his behind. ‘Be efficient flying home so we can take a long, relaxing bath together real soon.’

He growled in her neck and kissed it. ‘For that, I’ll fly extra fast.’

She giggled as she pushed him into the cockpit, and strapped herself into the copilot chair. She pushed the button for the intercom. ‘We’re about to take off, sis.’

‘All right, everything’s secure here.’ came the reply from Saeru in the sleeping cabin above. ‘I’ll begin cooking when we have left the atmosphere.’

After receiving clearance, Kal fired up the engines, taxied on the ship’s row of double wheels at the centre to the take off area of the small and quiet space port just outside the city, and increased upward thrust. The ship shuddered lightly as it ascended at a sharp angle upwards. Kal pointed the nose gently up through the clouds as the planet’s gravity lost more of its hold on the ship and the floors imbued with gravity magic became the main force keeping everything in their place. He secured the flight controls and sat back. ‘I think I want to stop by Gelard’s and see if I can snatch a few more spare parts.’

Viri chuckled. ‘Don’t you already have so many that you can build another Reliant or two from them?’

Kal pondered. ‘Well, maybe, but I want to make sure I can fly this trusty old ship until the end of my days. I’m really attached to it.’

Viri smiled, unstrapped herself, and gave him a kiss as she rose from her seat. ‘I’m not sure if we should be jealous of this thing or not.’

He stroked the side of her thigh and smiled up at her. ‘No matter how much I like something, there’s only you two as my shared first priority.’

She giggled and ruffled his hair. ‘Good boy.’

He sniggered and gently squeezed her thigh. ‘Speaking of that, are you keeping your cap on during the whole flight?’

She looked up and giggled again. ‘I kind of become used to it each time after wearing it for a while.’ she said, removed her knitted cap, and stroked her large and black fox ears. ‘This is still better though.’

‘I’ll say. You have beautiful ears and I hope you won’t have to hide your identities in public one day. I just love to see those cute features of yours.’

She gave him a little teasing smile. ‘Just the ears? Or also this?’ she asked with a mischievous sparkle in her dark green eyes, unbuckled her waist belt, unzipped her wide pants, turned around, and slid them down slowly while she pushed escort bayan kağıthane her big and bushy black tail in his face and picked up her pants.

He growled playfully, embraced her bare hips, and rubbed his face against her warm behind and soft tail, while she laughed at the tickling sensation and wriggled to escape from his hold. He gave her tight skin a big kiss, then let her go and smirked. ‘Does that answer your question?’

She put her hand defiantly in her side and looked back over her shoulder. ‘I’m pretty sure I’ll forget soon.’ she said, and giggled as she dodged his hand and climbed the ladder to the cabin above, while he enjoyed the view of her backside curves swaying left and right along with her tail. He let out an amused sigh as he sat back again, hoping to arrive home soon.

#

Gelard’s place was a warehouse for all kinds of ship parts, located near a part of space that saw plenty of traffic passing through from one place to another. He also knew how to take advantage of the frequent enough mishaps and accidents in that area to obtain parts for a cheap price. Kal docked at the wide customer cargo bay where crews of a fuel tanker and a light class cargo carrier performed quick repairs with the parts they acquired. Saeru and Viri stayed on the ship while Kal strolled trough a corridor at the side of the bay to the office, where Gelard hung lazily in his big and old leather chair with his feet atop his messy wide desk, watching players run after the rugby ball in a game on a portable television set on the corner of his desk out of boredom. He looked up at his visitor and slid a hand over the top of his balding head. ‘If it isn’t my favourite antique junk buyer.’

Kal leaned with his elbows on the worn and dusty long counter dividing the space in two. ‘And my favourite overpriced seller.’

Gelard laughed and put his hands in his neck. ‘The usual, or something special this time?’

Kal looked around casually at the lightly faded promotion posters featuring once young women almost as bare as the mechanical parts they posed with. He thought the only thing missing from the whole picture was Gelard in sleeveless shirt and smoking short, fat cigars. ‘Just browsing. Thought I might stumble onto something.’

Gelard glanced at the list of recently dismantled ships on his desk. ‘I don’t think you’ll find anything special this time. Most of what came in here lately are standard parts.’

Kal nodded slowly. ‘I didn’t think so either, but I thought I’d take a look anyway while I’m passing by.’

‘All right, you know the way.’

Kal gave the counter top a light slap. ‘See you after I’m done.’ he said, and walked to the storage entrance.

The large space smelling of oil, electronics, and steel in the chilly air was more or less organised by ship type and part size, with the small ones all in the front on rows of shelves, increasing in size to the largest pieces like partially stripped engines in the back. Kal navigated the by now familiar paths between them and took a closer look at the occasional item that caught his attention under the lights hanging from the sides of the racks, pondering if he could use it somehow. He returned after a while and found Gelard fidgeting with papers on his desk. ‘I didn’t find anything indeed. I’ll see you next time.’

Gelard stood up. ‘Wait. I remembered I do have something you’d like.’

Kal had never seen him acting nervous before and it raised a suspicion in his mind. ‘What is it?’

‘It’s a,’ Gelard said as he glanced at the product brochures scattered on his desk. ‘navigational system.’

Kal leaned slowly on the counter. ‘I already have a spare one.’

Gelard wiped his hands on his scruffy pants. ‘This is an upgraded version. A custom job but still compatible with the original. It’s really good. You’re going to love it.’

Kal gave him a casual smile. ‘Well, let’s see it then.’

The man stepped towards a short row of filing cabinets, pulled open a drawer, and shuffled through disordered folders. ‘Ehh, I’m not sure where I left it.’

Kal made a friendly shrug. ‘I’m not in a hurry. I can drop in next time to see it.’ he said and took a step away from the counter.

Gelard quickly spun around. ‘No, I can fetch it quickly enough. You just wait here for a minute.’ he said as he gestured at Kal to stay. ‘It’s somewhere obvious, I’m sure. You just wait.’

‘Don’t worry about it. I can see you’re a busy man and I’ll be around in a couple of days anyway.’

Gelard moved up to the counter. ‘No no, it’s fine. There’s another interested party and I’d rather sell it to you because you’re my favourite customer.’ he said, and put out his hands in another gesture to wait.

Kal grabbed his wrists in a flash and pulled Gelard against the counter. ‘You’re sweating more than usual all of a sudden, and it doesn’t feel like you turned the heater up, Gelard. What’s going on?’

Gelard tried to pull back but lacked the strength to free himself from Kal’s tight grip. ‘I’m just having a heat flash, you know? Growing older, health not so perfect as it used to be?’

Kal leaned his face a little closer, and Gelard averted his eyes from Kal’s gaze. ‘I’m thinking you received some news about your future health while I was browsing. About how it might deteriorate rapidly if I don’t stay put for a little while longer.’

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Riley scratched the back of his neck and let out a long sigh. The scent detector, a long handheld device with a point-locator attached to the handle, was designed to track odors several miles away. Riley and his catchers stood at an abandoned campground which had an empty cooler, a freshly burnt out pit fire, and clothes strewn all over as if ransacked. The scent detector reading was set to high.

“Target 91787 was here,” said Riley circling the site, looking for evidence of a sperm sample.

“Sweep the area, see if you can find out who this belongs to,” he told the catchers before pausing, “you three stay near me just in case the beast returns.”

Riley didn’t want to be left alone if the beast decided to make another appearance. He had spent the entire night going over in his mind what happened to Jennifer and he couldn’t get any sleep.

It’s not like I had any choice, he tried telling himself, but still, the guilt was eating at him.

Riley relocated out of his home country a decade ago for a fresh start and to continue his legacy as a renowned hunter. He famously garnered worldwide attention when he captured the Binze, a rare beast that decimated small villages and wreaked havoc across the land, destroying precious vegetation, used for spinal cord regeneration.

In the attempt to make a name for himself, and to earn the reward for capturing the beast, Riley, a fairly new hunter, decided to set out and capture it himself. It took him three weeks to track down the monster and with a stroke of luck, he was able to land a shot to its leg but not before the beast charged at him full speed, causing him to fall over and drop his dart gun.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Riley said in a panic, reaching out to retrieve the dart gun, but the Binze was too fast and it stood over Riley about to land a killing blow but was instantly distracted by a noise coming from behind it. Turning around, the Binze spotted another hunter and rushed forward grabbing him by the neck, lifting him in the air by his throat.

Panicked, Riley grabbed his gun and with shaky hands let out a dart with one-eye closed. The Binze instantly dropped, releasing its grip on the hunter who had crumbled to the ground. He slowly walked over to the two unmoving subjects, gun in hand, ready to let another shot go if he spotted any sort of movement.

“Are you alight,” Riley yelled at the hunter. Walking closer he peered at the hunter, whose unseeing eyes were wide-opened in horror, his mouth agape.

He died saving my life, Riley thought feeling his chest cave in.

That wasn’t the story Riley told when he reported his conquest, detailing that the hunter was already in the creature’s grip when he came on the scene and in the attempt of rescue he darted the beast but it was already too late.

Riley was declared a hero and became the most sought after hunter, but before he could be exposed as a fraud, he decided to relocate to the west with his fame. He settled to work for TRACE and was placed on a team that typically did not hunt problematic targets, that was until recently when the unknown species appeared causing havoc with its ejaculation.

“Sir we found these two not too far from here.” said a catcher, escorting two startled looking tourists to the campground.

One was a younger female, most likely out of third house schooling and the other was an older male. Riley surveyed the pair and turned his attention toward the male, who appeared to be more cognizant out of the two.

“Are these your belongings,” Riley asked, putting on his authoritarian voice.

“Wh-what,” asked the male, his eyes darting all about.

“Are these your belongings,” he repeated more forcefully.

“Yes…yes they are,” said the male.

“Can you tell me why you are camping out here, knowing the dangers of this area,” Riley stated.

“We thought they were rumors,” cried the girl, tears pouring from her eyes.

Riley started getting suspicious that the couple made contact with the beast, however, they stood before him unaffected by the virus the beast is known to spread.

“You’ve met the creature haven’t you,” he asked.

“We have, it just landed in front of us out of nowhere, it was huge and hideous,” said the man, his voice shaking.

“It growled at us and we just ran toward those trees right there,” said the man shooting a glance at the woman, ” Kendy didn’t want to leave our stuff behind so we stayed and watched as it picked through our items, taking away food and clothes…it was unreal.”

“Why are you still in the area,” asked Riley, feeling tension at the bridge of his nose.

“We decided to leave and come back to see what we can retrieve,” said the man looking around at the damages. “Some of this stuff is valuable.”

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“Did you see in which direction it went,” Riley asked, attempting to narrow down the search.

“South,” said the man, “most definitely south.”

“That’ll be all,” said Riley, “do not come back here until you’ve heard word that the beast has been caught, we cannot afford any more casualties, and keep what you saw here today to yourselves, we can’t have people coming here to check things out.”

“Yes…yes sir,” said the man, dragging the girl by the arm toward the camping equipment.

“We head south,” said Riley to the nearby catchers.

*****

It was another morning and I was still reeling over the creature uttering the word no.

He can speak English?

When I woke, the beast was missing and the outside of the shed was blocked and I was unable to leave. Not that I could picture myself leaving at this point. I heard my stomach rumble and made my way over to the pile of packaged goods that the beast brought in the night before.

Crackers

Canned Salmon

Canned beans

Ramen noodles

Lisas Chocolate

The chocolate was calling out to me, so I reached for it, quickly opening the packaging before taking a bite. The richness of it hit me hard and my head tilted back with pleasure as I took another bite.

Oh my goodness, chocolate has never tasted any better.

I figured the beast went to get some water in which I could clean myself and so I took the time to figure out my next move. I started pacing the small shed. I knew that the beast was attached to me in some way and was keeping me near for a purpose I did not understand, but for what I did not know.

I need to get back to work.

The thought made me stop my pacing. Technically, my job was to capture the beast so that way it could be tested and possibly come up with a cure for the trouble it has caused many small villages. Several people stopped living their lives to perform sexual deviant behaviors, often neglecting other parts of their duties, including children. TRACE had to call in child protective services to have the kids place in a re-homing program which was extremely heartbreaking to watch.

I swore to take this beast down, now I can’t even think of doing such a thing, what is wrong with me?

Despite the horrible act, it performed on me the other night, I knew I was growing to care about the beast beyond anything sexual. The way it stroked my back reassuringly, the way its eyes followed my every move as if it couldn’t bear to see me out of its sight, the care it took guarding me, making me feel safe.

Don’t be a fool Jasmine, I thought.The beast abducted you and is keeping you captive.

That didn’t stop my heart from pounding in anticipation when I heard movement outside of the shed. My pussy juices instantly responded at the thought of the beasts’ attention that I was sure to receive. Smoothing down my dress, I stood in the middle of the room with my arms folded over my chest. I wanted to grill the beast, to see how much of my language it actually knew.

The door cracked opened slowly, letting light into the room and I saw something I wasn’t expecting, elite catchers, storming the small shed with dart guns pointed directly at me.

“Agent Heard has been located, target 91787 is not present,” said one of the catchers into a com attached to his wrist. Next thing I knew Riley entered into the shed, dressed in full-on battle gear.

“Jasmine,” Riley said with a mixture of relief and trepidation. His eyes roamed over me with confusion.

“Jasmine?”

He asked this time with a bit of hesitation. I didn’t know what to say, I was taken by surprise. I have given up hope that Riley would come back for me, and the anger I felt about how he left me start slowly creeping up.

“So you finally decide to find me,” I said bitingly. Relief and sadness came over me all at once. I knew that I would be leaving behind the monster now and I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Clearing his throat Riley approached me, “You’re not…you don’t have signs of the virus,” he said slowly. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me, looking me up and down as if I were a different person.

“Obviously,” I said, gathering my wits, “The beast will be back shortly, we must leave immediately, there is no chance to capture this thing with the few catchers you have.” I wasn’t sure if that was true, but I didn’t want to take the chance of the beast being harmed.

Riley straightened up and starting directing the catchers out of the shed and we quickly left, but not before I grabbed the glowing crystal.

******

No one would bat escort gecelik an eyelash if they were to survey the top floors of the TRACE building. To the average eye, each level would consist of ordinary office spaces, with the occasional state of the art-deco lounge for employees to gather and talk about their grievances and plans for the weekend, and a large lunchroom, where they would eat for free the best food that could be offered within a 25-mile radius.

If one were to look a bit further into the building, they would notice that the office space was just a front, covering up for something less acceptable to the public eyes.

TRACE was known for coming up with groundbreaking medicine that cured several human ailments and diseases. And though common knowledge that TRACE ran experiments on all different kinds of living species, no one really knew to what extent.

Michael Lane, the CEO of TRACE was standing in front of a research room with one subject he never thought he would have to observe. His niece, Jennifer Lane was strapped down to a metal table, with tubes all around her, to keep her sedated and fed.

“You’ve made a mess of things as my Jimmy predicted,” said Trudy Lane, Michael’s sister-in-law.

They were both standing behind a glass window observing Jennifer as she slept. Michael’s hands were balled-up into a fist as he silently endured Trudy’s verbal bashing.

Jim Lane was his older brother who was next in line to become the head of TRACE, but right before he could be elected, he was met in a tragic car crash, ending his life and forcing Michael to step in and take the position.

Michael knew it would be difficult standing in his very critical older brother’s shoes; he didn’t inherit the family’s incredible intellect such as Jim, but he made up for it in sheer grit, which helped him carry the company to where it was at now, one of the leading facilities in new species research. But Trudy never gave him any credit for his successes, stating that they were a given considering the foundation his brother already laid down.

Clenching his teeth he gritted out, “You are the one who’d insisted that Jenny works for the company, even though she was not qualified in any way.”

Trudy let out a humorless laugh, “Yes, but you allowed her to be put on a hunting team, which you assured me she would not get into any trouble… now look at my baby.”

Michael kept his mouth closed before he could say something that he would later regret. He thought putting Jennifer on a team that didn’t hunt violent beasts that no harm would come to her, she was adamant that she wanted to be put on a hunt, and he didn’t think he would come to later regret that decision. His form of regret was having to listen to Trudy’s nagging and witch-talk.

“Are you planning to keep her sedated,” she asked, hands on her wide hips, a snarl on her face.

“I told you the plan Trudy,” Michael said in a low tone, as if not to expose his anger.

“Explain it to me again,” she demanded.

“We have a foreign expert flying in today to access the situation,” Michael said, “he will evaluate Jennifer and come up with a plan of recourse.”

“If he is such an expert, why haven’t you flown him in sooner,” Trudy asked, tapping her foot on the ground.

“That is classified,” Michael said for the hundredth time.

“You do know that if this doesn’t get resolved, I will be bringing it up during the board meeting,” said Trudy, turning her attention back to her daughter.

A worker in a hazmat suit entered the room brought in a set of sex toys to use on Jennifer when she woke.

“Is that even necessary,” asked Trudy with a scowl on her face.

“Yes,” Michael said simply, turning away as the worker woke Jennifer. “I can’t watch this, I’ll be in my office.”

“I’m coming with,” Trudy said, to Michael’s dismay.

*****

Jennifer woke to the sound of a vibrator, and she could already feel the juices run down her legs in anticipation. Turning her head to look at the clock she noticed that it’s been four hours since her last stimulation.

“Just untie me, I won’t harm anyone,” said Jennifer, to the worker, who was holding a wand and bringing it closer to Jennifer’s clit.

“Please,” Jennifer said, moving her hips toward the wand, as far as she could. Dispassionately the worker started grinding the vibrating stick against her clit, causing Jennifer head to spin.

“Fuck me,” Jennifer begged, biting her bottom lip. The worker grabbed a large black rubber dildo and pushed it slowly into her pussy. Working it in and out, Jennifer pussy squeezed the dildo as it hit her g-spot. The table started getting soaked by Jennifer’s juices. With one hand escort bayan florya the worker held the wand and put it back on Jennifer’s clit, causing her to buck her hips and let out a long moan.

“Yes, yes, like that,” she said before straining her body against the restraints, a tear slipped from her eye as she felt herself cumming.

The worker quickly removed the toys despite Jennifer’s protests, pulling her gown back down. The worker took out a fluid-filled pen and administered it into Jennifer’s IV, causing her to instantly fall back into a deep sleep. Using a cotton swab the worker dried her tears and readjusted her hospital gown before exiting the room.

******

I felt my stomach flopping during mid-jump, we were in a Mojo, on our way back to headquarters and I shared the small space with Riley, who has not taken his eyes from me the entire trip.

Ignoring him I held on to the seat cushion, trying to keep down the chocolate I had earlier. Looking out at the sky, I could tell that it was about to rain, which brought my mood down even lower.

What will he do once he notices I’m gone, I thought, feeling my insides turn.

“Why do you look so different,” Riley finally asked, interrupting my train of thoughts.

“Is that what you want to talk about,” I asked annoyed, “not about how you abandoned us to be attacked by the creature?”

“You seemed to be in much better condition than Jennifer,” he said, running his eyes over my body.

At the mention of agent Lane, a sense of guilt crept over me. I completely forgot that she was left in the field and was infected with the virus that the creature spread. Riley already briefed me of her rescue and her safe return to headquarters. A thought suddenly occurred to me.

Why haven’t I turned into a sex-crazed fiend?

A vision of a tongue flicking across my pussy caused my cheeks to warm.

Haven’t I though?

The look on Riley’s face showed that he was wondering the same thing, but the look on my face made him keep his mouth shut.

I can’t let it be known that I was sleeping with the monster.

Riley cleared his throat, “You look…womanly.”

“Oh thanks,” I said sarcastically, shooting him a glare.

“You know what I mean,” he said shifting suspiciously in his seat, “You look so…soft,” his eyes darkened as his eyes roam over me again.

“Will you stop looking at me like I am some meal Agent Stewart,” I bit out.

“It’s just amazing,” he said unbuckling his seatbelt to stand up and approach me, his hands extended.

“What the hell Stewart,” I said ready to send my fist flying, but before I could he wheeled back, bringing his forearm to his nose.

He started making retching sounds and immediately dropped back into his seat.

“What the hell is that smell,” he forced out, blinking his watering eyes rapidly.

“What are you on about?”

“You…your smell, it’s awful,” Riley complained.

I started sniffing myself and frowned. I actually smelled wonderful, the odor reminded me of the beast, it was deep within my skin like an expensive cologne.

Riley was looking at me with horror in his eyes as he kept adjusting the crotch of his pants.

“What is it?”

Riley let out a loud couch and muttered, “Nothing”

We rode in silence for the rest of the trip.

*******

When we arrived, I decided to stop by my apartment to take a much-needed shower. I expected Riley to protest but he shrugged his shoulders and said I should return as soon as possible to debrief Michael Lane, the company’s CEO.

I haven’t had contact with the CEO since I was first hired and the thought of having to debrief him made me feel a bit nervous, considering I had no explanation why I have been missing for a week and came back without being impacted by the monster’s virus, after being in its care this entire time.

How can I get myself out of this, I thought, scanning my iris to be let into my apartment.

“No recognition”, said the alarm system.

“Oh come on,” I screeched, feeling the pressure of the week crushing down on me.

I placed my other eye up to be scanned and the door clicked opened.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I walked into my minimalist apartment and it was just as I left it. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, that the beast would have found me and my apartment and was waiting for me?

Dropping the crystal on the nearest table, I walked into my bathroom and pulled up short once I saw my appearance in the mirror.

“I look like a woman,” I exclaimed, surprised at my features.

Of course, I was a woman, but I never really looked womanly. I stepped closer to the mirror blinking at my appearance. My eyes were wider, my cheeks a bit fuller and flushed, even my hair was a few inches longer.

“I look like a woman,” I said aloud again, looking at my body in the mirror, I took off the sundress and examined myself closely.

I’m fucking curvy! No wonder why Riley was looking at me like some kind of steak.

“I’m in trouble,” I said out loud, looking at my full breast and pointed nipples.

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: Cat to the rescue

Golden pools of shimmering light, reflected by the gently lapping waves of the nearby pool, played over my skin. Gentle hands were rubbing sunscreen into my naked back, the fingers occasionally brushing against my sides, trying to feel me up. I didn’t mind that one bit. The tasty, muscular form of my companion, clad only in a sleek green speedo struggling with his constantly growing manhood, was just what I wanted. I purred and wriggled my bikini-clad bum under his questing fingertips. Getting the hint, he undid the laces holding the flimsy triangles of neon-orange fabric together and pulled them off me before resuming his thorough application of sunscreen. Invitingly, I spread my legs but he ignored my damp folds; instead he teasingly, almost lovingly, rubbed the sunscreen into the backs of my thighs and my calves. Eventually, when he was done worshiping my toes, he said in a thick spanish accent, “Turn around, por favor. I’m done with this side, senorita.”

Smiling, my eyes covered against the stinging rays of the sun by expensive Porsche shades, I turned around, presenting my ample breasts to him. Unperturbed by my nakedness, the slightly spread thighs and the thinly veiled invitation in my smile, he squirted another handful of sunscreen into his palm, rubbed his hands together to spare me the sting of the cold liquid and resumed oiling me up. His strong, dexterous fingers easily massaged the sunscreen into my shoulders. I couldn’t wait to feel his fingers on my tits. Silently, I urged him to get a move on and, finally, he cupped my breasts into his strong hands, dropping all pretense of applying sunscreen to me. Soft, electronic music began to waft around us as his hands kneaded my breasts, his palms rubbing over my nipples. He bent down, his lips easily finding mine, and kissed me passionately, taking my breath away. My hand found the strings of his speedo and undid them, before pulling the tiny piece of fabric off his hips. I nearly choked when my fingertips brushed against his now free hardness. His meat was massive. Long, thick, veiny. And he obviously wanted me, because his tip was already oozing precum when my exploring fingers brushed it. I gave his dick a pump or two, causing him to moan into my mouth before he came up for air, the fires of passion raging in his eyes.

“I want you. Now,” he rasped.

“Oh, I can see that,” I purred in return, pulling him closer by his dick.

When he was close enough, I turned onto my side and wrapped my lips around him, savouring his taste. His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers brushing against my slit. I placed one foot onto the lounge chair I was lying on, giving him easy access to my willing snatch. His fingers went to work, at the same time gentle and demanding. I knew that he wanted to bury his meat up to the hilt in me but I wanted to play a little longer, to enjoy the feeling of control I had over this gorgeous, but stupid man. But then things turned sour. The fingers of his free hand laced themselves into my long, silver hair and he impaled my mouth onto his monstrous dick, fucking my throat without regards to my well-being. I choked around his meat, tried to cough it out. Then I bit down.

He snarled, more in annoyance than pain, but thankfully, he took his dick out of my mouth. I coughed, spitting his precum onto the tiled floor. He yanked my head up, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“I told you, I want you NOW, bitch,” he snapped, releasing my head and pushing me onto the lounge chair. I was confused. What the fuck was happening? I opened my mouth to protest but a mean backhand slammed my head back into the chair, nearly toppling it. Then he climbed between my thighs.

“No, stop! That’s not how…”

Smack! Another stinging slap hit my face.

“Shut up, you dirty whore! You do as I say now!” One hand pressed my helplessly flailing body onto the chair while he lined his dick up with the other. Then he pushed and I felt like a goddamn subway car was trying to fit itself between my pussy lips. I screamed and clawed at his arm but to no avail. He pushed forwards, ignoring my complaints. When he was all the way inside, I was helplessly sobbing, my tear-filled vision swimming. That can’t be happening!

He began to fuck me, hard, rough, accentuating his strokes with slaps everywhere, my sides, my breasts, my face. My head was ringing.

“Stop! Goddamn it! Execute…” I tried to invoke the interrupt sequence but as soon as I said the first words, his hands clamped escort bayan sarıyer around my neck, cutting off my air supply. His thumbs pressed down onto my windpipe. He grunted, spittle flying everywhere, while his rod plowed me over and over again. Then, as my consciousness was reduced to only two pinpoints of white light, he came inside me, flooding my insides with his sticky goo. Then I died.

***

I managed to turn onto my side, just barely, before my puke burst from my mouth. But it was bad enough. My cluttered coffin was barely large enough to turn onto my side. So, instead of barfing all over me, I spewed the meager contents of my belly onto a heap of clothes doubling as my pillow. My head felt like it was going to explode any second now, my body was cramping all over and I felt totally dizzy.

“That goddamn FUCKER,” I gurgled helplessly between retching my insides out. My foot found the door handle and kicked down. Squeaking, the old, mistreated pneumatics pushed the square door open and the noise of the coffin motel drifted into my home. Someone had the latest terrorcore chip on, blasting just below pain threshold volume, babies were crying, people were arguing. The smells weren’t much better. Overseasoned food, sweat, old bricks and mortar, rusting metal and a subtle hint of mildew wafted into my space but compared to the stench of my vomit, it was the smell of roses.

Groaning, I pushed myself out, taking care to catch the wobbly rung affixed to the lower cubicle’s front door with my foot. Falling down two cubicles’ height and spraining my ankle would just be the fucking icing on the cake. I pulled my barfed-on clothing out as well and fired it onto the grated walkway below. Hopefully, I could cough up another Euro to feed the laundry machine. Then I slid downwards, landing on unsteady feet, breathing heavily. Everything was still spinning. Two kids ran by, one of them carrying the multi-barrelled play replica of a Cybernator arm cannon, going “Pew! Pew! Pew!” as they ran up to me. They stopped dead, their mouths opening in wonder, their eyes fixed onto my face.

I brushed my fingers over my chin, my cheeks… No, I didn’t barf over myself. Then I remembered and my hand tried to cover my right eye. A futile gesture, the StimChip jutting out of my right eyesocket was longer than my middle finger, hardly concealable.

“Did you hurt yourself, Miss,” one of the boys asked, his voice trembling.

What should I tell him? That one of my cybereyes was doubling as a crude Mindlink implant? I couldn’t risk exposing the illegal mod Fleischer did for me, so I just nodded, trying my best to appear stunned. The kids gave me a sympathetic look but sped off nonetheless. When they were away, I pulled myself up to the lip of my cubicle and got a small, square box from a built-in shelf. Then I pressed a hidden button next to my eye socket, invisible under a patch of vat-grown skin and released the fake eyeball holding the rape chip, replacing it with my working right cyber-eye.

I looked at the chip after popping it out of the implant. It looked like “Caribbean Dreams XXII,” the latest of glossy StimPorn. As I knew now, it was not “Caribbean Dreams XXII,” but a bad copy, a snuff chip that could, had it been connected properly, have fried my brain and killed me. I knew I had a drug habit but could you blame me? I went from living in the Ceiss Tower at Neu-Alexanderplatz to selling my pussy in a filthy coffin hotel in rotting Berlin-Kreuzberg in just four years.

I was really happy when Fleischer gave the chip to me, even singing a little “Happy birthday.” Today was my 18th. He was one of the few people I could call “friend” in this urban jungle. He was the one who had the ingenious idea to build a Mindlink interface right into the shell of a cybereye, his reasoning being that since cybereyes were connected to the brain, he could hijack the connection and use it for other things as well. The first couple tries were nauseating but, a good year ago, he finally made a breakthrough and I was able to access the ‘Net through this eye-connection. Fleischer mainly built it so I could try to finish my education online but to his dismay I mostly used the jack to slot StimChips.

Sadly, the people cooking them knew most of their clients were poor schlocks like me, with hardly a chance of returning business, so at first they limited the number of times these chips could be used. A clever programmer could circumvent those DRM measures, so the drug guys found another way of keeping illegal, unlocked chips off the streets. They simply jazzed the signals up across the board so that sooner or later the poor receiving brain would fry through. And to show their poor clients just how much they cared, these chips tended to feature heavy snuff material. And how the fuck did I end up on the receiving end of one?

But first things first. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, grabbed escort azeri my silver-coloured baseball jacket from the peg inside my door, pushed the door closed and entered the lock code. The weight of the gun in my inside pocket felt reassuring, although I knew that I probably would only hit a target by pressing the cheap plastic holdout against my target’s stomach. But you could always hope. Then I grabbed the bundle of stinking, wet clothes and looked around. Grinning wickedly, I made my way over to one of my regulars, who was just now chatting with his lovely, overweight wife. I always wondered how she managed to fit into one of the coffins anyway, at easily two-hundred and eighty pounds.

“Hey Ceylin, hi Yilderim, how’s it hangin’,” I asked, swaying my skinny hips seductively. His eyes widened in panic, those of his wife narrowed in fury. She knew he was fucking around her back but so far had no clue who he was drilling. I didn’t like Yilderim that much; he was always rough, he wanted me to call him “Daddy,” and he tipped poorly. Plus, he still owed me one ride’s pay.

“Who is this… girl,” Ceylin asked. Of course she knew me. There weren’t too many bald, skinny, silver-wearing girls in this coffin motel. Thanks to the flash fire that cost me my eyes, I didn’t have any facial hair and the frontal half of my scalp refused to grow hair as well. And since I didn’t want to look like a female Jean-Luc Picard, with wispy hair around a bald top, I had taken the habit of shaving my head completely.

“Erm… she’s just… that kid, you know,” he stammered, trying to deflect any suspicion away from him.

“Yeah, I’m that kid your husband is drilling every payday. Oh, and some days inbetween too.” If looks could kill, Yilderim would have turned into a pair of smoking sneakers just now. I didn’t particularly enjoy completely fucking up his marriage but I needed money, now. Going to Fleischer’s would require me taking the S-Bahn and I didn’t fancy a tangle with the S-Bahn-Cops. Plus, the ball of clothes needed to go too.

“Yilderim, how could you! Haven’t I been anything than a faithful wife to you? Why do you have to humiliate me so?” Now, that was quite some change in tone. From fury to bawling diva in 12 seconds? Perhaps she figured if she would forgive him, she might get some dick later?

“Anyway, ‘Daddy,’ your little darling needs a little baksheesh for the last time you had me all over your dick. I hope you remember,” I said, fixing him with my most unnerving stare. I recently figured that most people were severely turned off by the silver spheres with the gently whirring optics within staring at them where normally a pair of expressive, wintry-grey eyes should be.

“Why does she call you ‘Daddy,'” Ceylin asked, going back into indignant fury mode.

“It’s not what you think it is, darling,” Yilderim yammered, raising his hands in self-defence.

“Hey, before you rip his head off, could you at least pay what he owes me? One blowjob, once through my pussy and once up the ass. That’s sixty Euros, please,” I said sweetly. Yilderim had turned chalk-white, Ceylin beet-red.

“Hey, what can I say? I only do it because you won’t let me…” he whimpered as his wife turned on him. I nearly fainted as she slammed her meaty fist into his stomach. He doubled over, coughing. Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and, with surprising agility, rammed her knee into his groin. Wheezing in agony, his eyes screwed up, he sank to his knees, clutching his privates. Ceylin yanked out an ornately stitched purse and, with a disgusted look, threw me a bundle of crinkled Euro bills.

“If I ever see you near my husband again, I will kill you,” she hissed. After that display of female rage, I simply grabbed the bills and high-tailed it out of there, her rapid-fire Turkish echoing off the coffin motel’s interior. I exchanged a fiver for a handful of coins, fed a laundry machine with both my clothes and the money and then, breathing in the clammy night air, made my trek to the nearest S-Bahn stop.

***

Riding the tram, my eyes invariably were drawn to the looming spires of Neu-Alexanderplatz. I wondered why my parents wanted to leave there so badly. To me, it looked like the fucking promised land. But four years ago, a nondescript car picked us up at a restaurant. I was a little confused why Dad had a huge briefcase with him when we were out for a night of luxury food and VR movies. But then things turned ugly. On our way to the airport our car got attacked by a car from Ceiss security. A crazy chase ensued; during which, one of the security guards shot our rear wheel just as the car was doing an evasive move. The heavy limo crashed into the security car and spun like crazy. Somewhere during these spins, I hit my head on a door strut and blacked out. When I came to, I was in a hospital room and everything was black around me. The doctors told me that the car I was in escort bayan sefaköy had caught on fire and I was the only one the securities could save.

When I asked about my parents, the nurse only gulped. I was still far too confused to feel the impact of my parents’ death. The nurse promised that they would do anything to return my eyesight to me, the only promise they kept. Ceiss was the pioneer in eye replacement, using the technology of their miniscule spy cameras and a patent licensed from Mindlink to produce the world’s finest cyber-eyes. And since my parents were valued employees of Ceiss, I was entitled to the full benefits package.

While I recovered from my injuries, stern men and women from Internal Affairs questioned me if I had seen any suspicious activity before that fateful night but I could only bawl. Didn’t they know my fucking parents had just died? What were they implying?

As it turns out, my parents wanted to leave Ceiss. Badly. And my father, a brilliant optical engineer, took some very valuable papers and prototypes with him. My parents and I hadn’t been kidnapped, the people from IA said, they tried to defect. And since they could prove it all, I wasn’t welcome within Ceiss Tower anymore. I didn’t have any other relatives, especially not in Germany, and so I found myself, with a token “compensation package” of 500 Euros, on the streets of Berlin.

“Next stop: Tempelhof,” the synthetic voice rattled, yanking me out of my reverie. The area around the abandoned Tempelhof airport was just another sprawling slum, not unlike Kreuzberg. Clutching the grip of my gun inside my pocket, I hurried down the deserted platform. Despite the alleged network of security cameras, hardly a day passed without another corpse on an S-Bahn platform and I certainly didn’t want to join that esteemed club. Leaving the station, the noise of Tempelhof Market surrounded me. In spite of Berlin’s best efforts to clean out the place, to make room for urban improvement, the market persisted. You could buy practically everything here. Pirated media and knockoff electronics were everywhere, the smells of food, exotic or domestic, were overpowering. Booths, tents and crude tin huts crowded the place, stacked with all kinds and makes of firearms, from the lowly plastic holdout up to the fully-integrated, implant-controlled IntelliGuns that only needed a thought to fire. I passed one stall where naked men and women were on display, some adorned with arousing, fluorescent tattoos, others bodysculpted almost beyond recognition. I shook my head at a pathetically meowing Asian girl, complete with cat ears, whiskers and a tail. Our eyes met for a moment and I recoiled at the depth of her self-loathing. This thing wanted to die, badly. Only the chips hard-wired into her brain, the chips telling her to please her master above everything else, kept her from doing it. I briefly toyed with the idea of granting her wish but the bulky Russians with their heavy artillery flanking the stage discouraged me. Despite how fucked-up I felt right now, I didn’t have a death-wish. Shivering, I strode on, looking for the mobile home Fleischer operated out of. Yeah, worst pun ever, I know.

I opened the door. The smell of blood assaulted me, nearly causing me to puke again. On the operating table, inside a plastic-wrapped area of relative cleanliness and hooked up to a faintly beeping life support system, a guy was being worked on by Fleischer. The floor around the table was awash with blood and a muscular arm was laying in a puddle of gore. Fleischer stood between me and the guy, at shoulder level, and I heard the whine of mechanized tools and operating equipment. Suddenly, Fleischer turned, the spider’s nest of bloody operating tools jutting from the sleeve of his right arm twitching.

“Oh, it’s you, Katarina. I’ll be with you in a second.” Peering past his hip, I could see a silver joint sticking out of freshly-fused flesh, cables and receivers for bolts jutting out of the mutilated shoulder too.

“I told you a thousand times to call me ‘Shine,’ Fleischer,” I hissed, both in annoyance and in shock. Seeing Fleischer doing his job was never easy on the eyes but witnessing a man sacrificing a perfectly good arm for a cybernetic replacement was freaking me out.

“To me, you’ll always be Katarina. Now hush, I need to concentrate.” Returning his attention to his patient, he lowered the writhing mass of instruments that constituted his right hand at the moment to the shoulder. In a mixture of revulsion and fascination, I watched as the terrible wounds were desinfected, stitched up and coated with a generous helping of synth-flesh. A few minutes later, Fleischer left the operating theater through the plastic curtains on the other side and disappeared into the depths of his RV, only to return a few seconds later with a shiny, chromed cyberarm, which he hooked up to the reconstructed shoulder. Replacing his medic hand with a regular, almost human-looking one, Fleischer fixed bolts, hooked up cables and finally placed a plastic cover onto his handiwork. Then he threw a translucent sheet of plastic foil over the whole body and joined me in the entrance of his rolling clinic, flicking a few switches on a control panel near the door.

“Isn’t he going to choke under that,” I asked, pointing.