A Quarto Milk

Anal

Ash sneezed as the dust puffed out from the latest pile of books she’d thumped down on the desk, and cursed. Her boss was such a bitch, always giving her the shit jobs, like pulling the older, dusty as hell books out of storage now that the library had expanded. And had it expanded thanks to Sarah, prim and proper Sarah? No. It had done it because she had picked out the shit people actually wanted to read, young and old. Her boss had just snugly reaped the rewards, then sent her down here for more busywork, while she was hob-nobbing with the councillors and rich old men who’d given them the funds.

The strand of hair she’d dyed red flopped in front of her glasses again, and she blew it away huffily. These books wouldn’t sort themselves, and she would catch hell (underserved) from Sarah if she…

Ash paused. The top book on this stack looked different to everything else. Below it, potboilers, coffee table art books, history books, Bodice rippers… But this one was old, a thick, leather bound quarto, bound with brass and trimmed with gold. No title, but it flipped open easily, and Ash’s eyes widened. A… Spellbook? Fascinated, she flicked through. In English, it had long, wordy titles for its individual spells (A Spell to Summon A Demon Of Bullish Aspect… Ha, yeah, she’d read enough to skip that one), but the gist was clear just from the illustrations, and she found herself breathing heavily as she went through it.

“Wowww… Whatever witch or wizard or whatever wrote this, they were a serious horndog! Ohoooo?” She’d turned a page, and what was on it fascinated her… Side by side were two illustrations, a man and a woman, and below each… Both of them drooling, leaking milk from giant, pendulous breasts. “A Spell To Enslave Another To The Joy Of Milking…”

Ash grinned evilly. She found herself attracted to her boss early on, and it was only her pride that stopped her from trying a good old hatefuck, but this… Ohhh, this would put Snobby Sarah in her place! Adjusting her glasses, she leant over, and read on eagerly. As it turned out, it didn’t need any components. It just needed to be said just right…

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The library was closed for the evening, and Ash was sitting at her desk, mouthing silently as she read. Sarah pushed up her glasses, and sighed. She’d been downstairs, and her subordinate, who she’d done so much for, who she’d given leeway despite wanting to strangle her sometimes… Had not done much at all in the way of organising the books in storage for the move. It was disgraceful, it was shoddy. She strode forward, and slammed her palm on the table, making Ash jump. “Miss Lassiter! Do you have any explanation for why the books haven’t been sorted? The expansion opens tomorrow, and we have nothing!”

Ash looked up, and Sarah quailed at that look. Whatever had happened down there, it had given her subordinate teeth, fatih escort and she briefly considered whether she really had been all that supportive. Standing up, Ash stalked round the desk, and leaned over Sarah’s rapidly shrinking form. “Oh, I wouldn’t say I got nothing. I’ve got something very special to show you, for all the times you’ve taken credit for my hard work…” Sarah was stepping backwards, and Ash was stepping forwards, and soon, she was backed up against a wall, as Ash slammed her own palm next to her head, and grinned hungrily.

“I… I’ve never…” She cried out as her cheek was slapped, and Ash growled angrily. What had happened to this girl? She had looked lean, and a little sullen with her black hair, that silly red stripe, and her dark clothes, but now… Now she looked feral, and it scared her. She didn’t move as Ash drew away, drew herself up.

“Oh, don’t worry, Miss Morten… You’ll like what I have in store for you… Pn’gwah sh’ru’sh a’sh’rosh, ak’hli ora a’shmsh, a’ti-” A pitch black aura surrounded her, and Sarah was too paralyzed with fear to even scream, as the incantation, those strange, unholy sounds, reached a crescendo, and… “-CHOOO!”

The aura vanished, just like that, and both Sarah and Ash looked at each other, shocked and dumbfounded. And Ash’s face drew long as she realised what had just happened. “Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohhhhaaaahhhh!”

Sarah looked on in confusion. Ash had fallen to her knees, and her eyes were rolled back in her head, as her arms hung limp, lightly shuddering by her sides… And her chest… Sarah adjusted her glasses, not sure of what she was seeing… Damp spots on her chest, damp spots that grew white, as the fabric stretched, and stretched… It was happening quickly, and the front of Ash’s top was dripping milk, drooling it from the hem as that hem lifted, as Ash gasped in exertion, and that top, that black cotton tank top… Burst, freeing the still growing, still leaking breasts from their confinement.

But by this point, Sarah had already caught on, understood what had happened. This… This was intended for her, a punishment for perceived slights, a punishment her subordinate had planned. And now…

Sarah grinned. Well, now, by sheer chance, the tables had turned, turned on that ungrateful little chit of a girl. She left Ash leaking and moaning, her breasts still growing, while she hunted for something… Two somethings. The cleaning bucket was easy to find, it was in its usual place, in the corner of the office… And the other… She grinned as she hefted it. God knows why she’d put one of her strapons to the office. Wishful thinking, maybe? That maybe those stares of Ashes would turn into something, rather than the bitter resentment she’d obviously been hiding?

Well, in a sense, that wish had come true. Unzipping her skirt, she belted it up with a malicious escort bayanlar grin, and lifted the bucket. As she came back, she noticed that the transformation was complete, Ash’s breasts ridged over her knees, milk dripping from them, and that look on her face when she saw Sarah… Ohhh yes…

She leaned down and gripped Ash’s chin in her hand. “Oh, you’ve been so very thoughtful, Ash. Although not the way you thought, hrm?” Her other hand dropped the bucket with a clang, and then rose up to stroke the top of one of those massive breasts, eliciting a needy moan. Sarah put on a look of fake shock. “Oh, are these bothering you, Miss Lassiter? Are they feeling heavy?” She leaned closer, and stared into Ash’s slightly unfocused eyes “Do you want me to lighten your load?”

Ash moaned. It was a weight. She knew that she could stand, could even move, the spell had told her that… But those fingers on her breasts revealed a need in her, a new need that kept her kneeling, made her lock her gaze on the cleaning bucket, even though she was being held so firmly… It had gone so wrong, but she needed it, she… “Please… Please, I want to feel lighter, I’m so full… I’m… Ohhhh… I’m so fulll!” Sarah grinned harder, and pulled at her chin. Moaning, Ash lifted herself upwards, to a satisfied smirk from Sarah.

“Ah, so you can move with those big udders of yours… Well, then… I’m going to give you what you want… I’m going to give you everything you want… Lift up that skirt of yours, and rip your stockings, cow… Because even though you wanted me to be your gift, I’m going to give my gift a present too…” Ash shook a little, but did exactly as she was told, and the tearing of her stockings was loud in the quiet office. Sarah smiled, and knelt behind her, stripping off her jacket, her shirt, her bra, while Ash begged, her words devolving into needy babbling when Sarah distractedly stroked one breast or the other as she worked.

But soon, she was ready, and she reached down to pull aside Ash’s knickers, and to position her strapon at the entrance to Ash’s pussy. Pushing her own breasts into Ash’s back, she spoke, low and dangerous “Does my little cow want a good milking? Because if she does, she’s going to have to take a good fucking too…”

“I… I… Ohhhhhh please, please, ahhh hhhhn!” She’d pushed herself backwards even as she begged, taking the strap in one push, and Sarah pushed back, enjoying the feel of this slim ass against her stomach. And, even as she pulled back, to slowly saw in and out, she reached around, felt for those leaking, wet nipples, and pushed them down, squeezing as she did. “Ahhhnnnn! Ahhhhhh!” The tinny splashes pleased Sarah almost as much as the moans. But she wasn’t anywhere near finished.

“I’m a little angry, cow, because I’ve lost a good worker today, a good worker who had the misfortune to lose her temper, çapa escort and not talk to me… But then again…” She gripped harder, pulled those teats, and Ash cried out. “Then again, I’m sure she’s going to be moving to a position with more job security, even if it’s a position with absolutely no authority. Isn’t that right, my moaning little cow?” She was fucking her harder now, but knew that it wasn’t the fucking that was making Ash so wet, so incoherent. She was lost in the pleasure of being milked… Wailing with pleasure every time her breasts were roughly gripped, her nipples pinched and pulled to spray creamy milk into that bucket. She didn’t even care that the bucket was getting full… All that mattered to her was being milked. Still… With a hard thrust, she growled louder “Isn’t that right?!”

Ash was delirious with pleasure. She’d never imagined, never could have imagined that she would be so close to cumming, just from her tits being roughly handled. They weren’t exactly small before, but now… Now those hands on her breasts were as pleasurable as being fingered, only different, more intense, spread out… And her mind increasingly turned to that, turned to the thought that if she didn’t answer, it would stop, and that would be terrible, she – “Ahhh, yes! Yes, I’ll do anything! I want to be milked harder, I’ll do anything if you milk meeeeeeeeee!” Twitching, she hunched forward, leaning into those rough hands, spraying milk into the bucket as she came, her tongue lolling as she threw her head back and her mind was awash… Milky… So milky…

Sarah smiled as she withdrew, as Ash fell back to her knees, breathing heavily, her head hung from orgasmic exhaustion. Picking up the bucket, Sarah went to the sink, and just poured it away, before returning and setting it down. Ash… No, her cow… Looked up at her pleadingly, and weakly pointed to the bucket… “Pleaaaase… Miss Morten… Please milk meee… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I tried to…” Sarah remained standing, but pushed that strapon into her cow’s face.

“Oh yes, I can tell you’re sorry… And maybe, if I’m feeling generous, and you show me how you did this, I’ll turn you back. But you’ve got apologising to do, and from now until you have apologised, I’ll only milk you if you serve me.” Her cow looked up at her, dazed and not quite comprehending, and Sarah wiggled that strapon, smearing her face with cum, for emphasis. “You can start by cleaning me… And then, we’ll put that bucket under the desk, and I will allow you to milk yourself until you’ve cleaned my pussy too.” As her cow eagerly set to work, Sarah frowned and looked around the room, annoyed at the thought that had just occurred to her.

“You’re going to be such a mess to keep, dripping milk everywhere… I suppose I’ll have to leave you draped over the sink while I organise the books myself, and then keep you down there until we work out our next step. Looking down, she grinned. “But that won’t be a problem for you, will it, my horny little cow?”

Ash didn’t answer. She didn’t need to, because they both knew who had come out on top in this situation.

A Paladin’s Journey Ch. 01

Anal

*All characters are over the age of eighteen years*

**Author’s Note: Hey guys, thanks for the awesome feedback on previous chapters! This is the first chapter in the newer volume of Aran’s story, A Paladin’s Journey. I would strongly advise reading A Paladin’s Training first, otherwise you probably won’t really know what’s going on. Either way, please enjoy and vote and/or leave a comment! – Anti**

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A PALADIN’S JOURNEY — CHAPTER ONE

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***RODRIC EAMES – Lord High Commander of the Heralds of Dawn***

In a small stone chamber deep beneath Maralon, the only sounds that could be heard were the ragged breathing of the young man and woman suspended from their wrists by thick chains that hung from the ceiling. Torchlight played over their naked bodies, their skin adorned with a multitude of bruises, burns and welts. They were twins, these two, and had the same fair complexion and dark hair and eyes. Eames supposed they would be considered attractive to many people — despite being a little well-fed — but there was no place in his own mind for such things. Fleshly pleasure was the gateway to weakness, and weakness was not a trait Rodric Eames had time for.

Eames had almost developed a grudging respect for the boy and girl; three days of intense torture and still they had refused to give up their secrets. Had he made a mistake? Were they telling the truth about not being what he thought they were? No, that was impossible; the reports from his men had been unmistakable. Eames just had to find the right place to press to make them unravel.

In all his forty years of serving the Heralds, Eames had never had the honour of killing one of the elusive Paladins. Twice one had slipped through his grasp, many years ago, and the humiliation had haunted him ever since. He suspected there had been at least one Paladin in Maralon recently, and the heathen had released two women Eames had captured, and killed three Heralds before somehow disappearing. What Eames wouldn’t give for a device that detected a Paladin’s power, but unfortunately, no such thing existed.

He studied his two prisoners, hanging there with their chins on their chests, left unconscious after the last application of burning rods. It would seem that pain wasn’t working; there was not much more Eames could do to hurt them short of removing fingers and toes, and for now, he wanted them whole. Physical pain was only one way to break a person, however. Emotional pain was often far more traumatic, and had produced confessions for Eames on more than one occasion.

The creaking of the door opening brought Eames’ head around. Ah, Brend and Lora had returned, leading three of the roughest looking men Eames had ever seen. A scrawny fellow with more teeth missing than present, a fat man with a double chin covered by a three-day growth, and a tall, dark muscular fellow with a leather patch over one eye.

Whip-thin and graying Brend led the men into the now crowded room, while stout, hammer-faced Lora stood by the door. “These fellows are the sort you requested, Lord Commander,” Brend said respectfully. He was a good man, Brend, loyal and faithful and as hard as nails.

Eames’ nose twitched at the distasteful smell wafting from the men, but they wouldn’t have seen it, for all three of them had their greedy eyes glued on the bloodied young woman suspended from the ceiling.

“Is this the one?” Fat-man asked, jerking his head toward the girl.

“It is,” Eames said curtly. “Do what you were paid to do, and no more, understand?”

“Aye,” said scrawny, a truly awful grin splitting his ugly face.

The muscular man seemed to be having second thoughts, however. “This looks a bit twisted, m’Lord, even for me. Think I’m gonna get goin.'”

“Then return the coin you were given, and be on your way,” Eames said softly, meeting the bigger man’s one eye evenly.

The dark fellow touched the leather pouch at his belt and seemed to experience a moment of conflict before grimacing and turning back to the hanging girl. “Let’s be about it, then,” he growled, and without further ado, shoved the other two aside and began to attack his belt buckle.

Right then, the boy began to awaken, struggling feebly to lift his chin off his chest. As his eyes focused, he saw the big man pushing his breeches down to his knees and unlimbering a thick phallus that lengthened as he slowly tugged on it while raking his eye over the girl. “No!” He screamed — or tried to; his voice was a barely audible rasp — as he realised what was about to happen to his sister.

The girl remained unconscious as the burly vagabond stepped forward, but Eames surmised she would be rudely awakened soon enough.

“Leave her alone!” The boy continued, struggling against his chains in vain.

The girl came awake as the big brute positioned himself behind her, placing large hands on her hips and preparing himself to do what Eames had paid him for. The blood drained from her face as merter escort she saw the two other men standing before her, both of them with their breeches pushed down and their filthy members in their hands as they watched. “Tavish!” She wheezed in panic, her dark eyes wide with fear. “Help me!”

“Ayla, no!” The boy cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Fuck you!” He spat in Eames’ direction. “I will murder you for this, you hear me!”

Eames cared not for the boy’s threats; they were empty and desperate. Yes, emotional pain was often a far greater tool.

The big man had his dirty hands over the girl’s plump breasts, and was sliding his member between her bruised thighs, which were held together by her bonds.

“Hurry it up!” The scrawny one said, furiously fisting his tiny phallus.

“Shutup, fool!” One-eye replied, grunting as he enjoyed himself with the girl’s body.

The girl was now weeping uncontrollably. “Tavish, please!” She sobbed, her head hanging down in defeat.

Eames looked at the boy, who was staring back levelly, looking Eames in the eye as if he could see right into him. What had happened here? A moment ago, the lad had been equal parts scared and angry, but now he seemed as calm as the morning sea. Something inside Eames suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable, as if something intangible were brushing against him, but on the inside rather than out. Was it the boy doing it? Or was it Eames’ imagination?

“Sorry about this, girl,” one-eye said, the apology almost believable as he reached down to adjust the angle of his member, obviously preparing to penetrate her. “I been paid to fuck you, and I gotta do it.”

Without saying a word, the boy turned his head to regard the brawny man that was about to rape his sister, that serene expression still on his face. Immediately, the fellow screamed and clutched his head in his hands as he dropped to his knees on the cold stone floor.

This was it! The boy was showing his abilities! Eames gave a quick nod to Brend, who moved up behind Tavish, producing a small jack from beneath his robes.

Before Brend could knock the lad out, that peacefully still gaze moved to the other two ruffians, who were standing there like fools with their trousers down and their fists frozen on their members as they watched the dark man cowering on the floor, clawing at his own skull while he bellowed like a wounded bull.

This time the reactions were different. Scrawny simply sat down on the ground and began sobbing into his hands, while fatty screamed as if burned by hellfire and charged toward the nearest wall, striking it headfirst with a sickening crack before collapsing limply to the ground.

A moment later there was a dull thud as Brend’s jack struck the boy’s head, rendering him unconscious once again.

“Get them out,” Eames ordered, indicating the three men to Brend and Lora whom immediately jumped to task. Stepping around the weeping fellow on the ground, Eames approached the boy to study him more closely. He looked more or less the same bar one noticeable difference; some of his more serious cuts and bruises looked less severe, while many of the minor ones had disappeared completely.

Fascinating. Fishing his notebook from a pocket inside his robes, Eames began documenting what had just transpired in this small room beneath Maralon.

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***ARAN***

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Aran lurched bolt upright in bed, staring wildly around the room for a few moments before realising it had just been a dream. He sat there in the dark for a time, visions of what he’d just seen replaying themselves in his mind. He hadn’t been himself, in the dream, but someone else; a young man, chained up and tortured in awful ways by Heralds, but what far outweighed that pain had been having to watch his sister endure the same. At the end, men had entered, and right before they’d raped her, the Gift inside the boy had revealed itself, and the girl had been saved.

Aran touched his temple as he processed his thoughts. Had it been a dream? Or had he seen something real happening somewhere else?

“Aran?” Came Elaina’s voice from next to him. “Are you well?” She placed a concerned hand on his arm as she sat up next to him.

They were sleeping in the bedchamber Aran and Elaina had chosen for themselves; a modestly-sized room with a bed big enough for half a dozen people — which was rather small by Order of Aros standards, really — and some simple furnishings. Dormant Sunstones were fixed to the walls; he could have expanded his Gift to light them, but he chose to leave the room dark, for now.

Larger, more communal bedchambers were abundant throughout the sleeping quarters of the Temple, especially since the Servants had been repairing damaged rooms with sunstones, but Aran and Elaina had felt best with their own small room, and anyone who wished to join them, could.

“I had a strange dream,” he said quietly. “Which may not have been a dream at all. It bayan escortlar was so real.”

“What did you dream about?” She asked, kissing him affectionately on the shoulder.

Finding that it helped to talk about it, Aran explained in detail what he’d seen. Once he was done, Elaina opened her mouth to say something, but didn’t get a chance, for Amina’s presence was rapidly approaching.

For the last three days, the Priestess had been preoccupied with Sara’s training and had not left her quarters at all. Now, the golden-haired goddess glided into the room through the arched opening — there were no doors in the sleeping quarters, as they were only a hindrance — her lush, pale body covered only with the short, diaphanous robe that members of the Order wore when at home. There was a brief surge from her Gift, and every Sunstone in the room burst to life, bathing the room in a homely, warm glow.

“You felt it?” Was all Amina said as she approached the bed, her ample breasts swaying enticingly beneath her filmy robe.

There was no question as to what she was referring to. “I did,” Aran replied. “What was it? Was it real?”

Amina nodded, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, which lifted her robe up over her hips, revealing the smooth, bald cleft between her luscious thighs. Even in his current state, Aran felt desire shoot through him, and unsurprisingly, he felt he same through his Bond with Elaina as she regarded the older woman; the Priestess was sex personified, even when it was unintentional. It was laughable; a woman who had walked the earth for over five centuries inspiring such passion, but then, she looked not a day past twenty-five, a woman in her physical prime.

“It came from the direction of Maralon,” Amina said absently, staring off to the north as if she could see right through the stone wall. “It would seem there is at least one Gifted there in danger.”

Exhaling, Aran allowed a moment for his thoughts to organise themselves. “We can’t leave them. I know it’s dangerous, and the place is full of Heralds, but we need to at least try.”

“Aran’s right,” Elaina agreed. “We can’t afford to leave any Gifted behind, not when there are so few of us.”

Amina looked at them each in turn and took a deep breath. “This is not how I would have wished it to happen,” she began. “But Aros works in His own way. No, we cannot leave our kin to their grim fate. The two of you will leave immediately, and you will take Smythe with you.”

Aran leaped out of bed, followed by Elaina. “What about Kedron’s training?” He asked Amina.

“He will be fine,” the Priestess assured. “I will keep him busy in Smythe’s absence.”

“Right, then,” Aran said, determined to get moving. “We’d best be off, ey, Elaina?”

Suddenly Amina’s lips were on his, and her ripe body was pressed up against him, inciting an instant erection that wedged itself in the cleft between her thighs. All too quickly, she moved to Elaina, and Aran watched with rapt interest as the two women kissed passionately, one of them naked and the other the next thing to it.

“Both of you, take great care,” Amina advised them after releasing Elaina.

“We will, Priestess,” the two Paladins said in unison. At that, Amina turned and sashayed from the room, leaving Aran and Elaina to admire her lush bottom before it disappeared from sight.

Aran met eyes with the woman who shared a piece of his soul, and his fate, whatever it was. Elaina was so beautiful that even Amina’s perfection couldn’t overshadow her. Shoulder length, straight fair hair framed a gorgeous face with sparkling emerald eyes, full lips and a petite nose. Her body was a work of art; somehow both fit and voluptuous at the same time, with generous thighs, round hips, a full bottom and large, pale breasts of a size that Aran could never capture in a single hand, no matter how often he tried.

She pressed herself into his arms for a brief but full-bodied hug. “No stupid stunts,” she commanded, looking up at him. Before Aran could ask what she meant, she added; “I heard about you jumping off rooftops last time you were in Maralon.”

He’d forgotten all about that. He’d leapt off a rooftop to knock out a Herald so Sara and Sorla could escape. Elaina was right; he could have broken his leg, or even his head, but desperate times had called for something drastic. “No stupid stunts,” he said seriously. “I promise.”

Satisfied, she kissed him briefly but firmly. “Good. Now let’s wake Smythe and get out of here.”

*

Less than an hour later, Aran, Smythe and Elaina were walking their horses through the massive archway in the side of the mountain that housed the Temple. The night was clear and the moon low, and the myriad stars dotted the indigo sky undiminished by bright moonlight.

Aran was careful not to let his black stallion — Strider — too close to Smythe’s Thunder, as they tended to try and challenge one another. The proud steeds were an identical shade besiktaş escort of black, almost indistinguishable from each other except for Thunder being a little taller, and larger in the chest and rump than Strider.

Elaina had arrived at the Temple on foot, and so she’d secured one of the mounts that Aran had brought with him; a sleek chestnut mare that she’d fondly named Willow. She had a soft heart for horses, Elaina did, and the loss of Star back in the Emerin Forest — when the Druids had briefly captured her — had hurt her deeply.

The three Paladins descended the long stairs in silence and took to their saddles once back in the foothills of the Karvanis. Strider frisked a little, eager to get going, but Aran gently reined him in. “Not yet, boy,” he whispered softly. “Soon.”

“So, Aran,” Smythe asked, his dark eyes intent above his bold nose. “What’s the plan?”

Aran eyed Elaina and Smythe in turn as he answered. “We ride for Maralon as hard as we can without harming the horses,” he began. “We’ll alternate a mile on foot with a mile in the saddle if we need. We stay off the roads and avoid absolutely anywhere with people. When we get close to the city, I know a place we can enter undetected as long as the Heralds haven’t discovered it already.”

Getting firm nods from the others, Aran wheeled Strider around to face north and dug his heels in, and the restive stallion leaped forward with vigor. Aran quickly expanded his Gift so he could sense any coming hazards that might trip Strider; the horse would not be able to see so well in the night. Behind him, he felt Elaina and Smythe do the same.

Soon, the only sounds Aran could hear were from three sets of hooves and the jingle of reins and harnesses as the three Paladins raced through the night.

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***RODRIC EAMES***

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Eames sat at his desk in his simply-furnished study reviewing his notes from the day’s experiments on the heretic twins. The hour was late, and despite his discipline, tiredness was beginning to creep in on him, making it harder to focus on the words he’d been scribbling in his notebook all day.

So far, it was just the boy — Tavish — exhibiting signs of this ‘Gift,’ as the Order of Aros called it. Eames hated that word; ‘gift.’ A power that could bend and destroy minds as well as promote perverted behaviour, and the Order had the audacity to consider it a gift? If anything, it was more of a curse! Yes, henceforth, Eames would refer to this power as a curse; it was a far more accurate label.

The candles in the candelabra on his desk were running low; he would need to change them again soon for the second time this evening, but for now he had light. Eames found it interesting that the boy and girl were twins; is it possible that the curse was hereditary? Indeed, some writings did tell of known cursed ones siring more of their own. Not for the first time, Eames regretted the fact that the Herald of Dawn’s policy regarding any Order of Aros paraphernalia was to immediately burn it. What deep knowledge of the cursed ones had been burned over the last few hundred years? Surely, it was better to know your enemy, their strengths and weaknesses, their ambitions, than to burn all knowledge of them from existence.

Shaking his head ruefully, Eames continued reading. Since the boy had displayed inarguably that he bore the curse, his body had begun healing itself rapidly, far more quickly than would be considered natural. His demeanour had changed somewhat, too; he was calm and peaceful now, where before he had been jumping between scared and furious. Further ordeals of pain had produced far less effect on him than they had earlier, though it still bothered him greatly when they did the same to his sister. Another interesting observation had been the boy’s physical shape; where he had been a little pudgy from a life of plenty, he was now starting to appear slightly leaner and fitter. The changes were small, but they were there nonetheless. Eames had learned a long time ago the importance of noticing small, seemingly inconsequential differences; even the most insignificant change could become life or death very quickly.

With a sigh, Eames closed the notebook and rose stiffly from his chair, refusing to admit that he was feeling his age. Tomorrow he would organise a new series of tests for the cursed ones down below, and see what came of it. He was about to extinguish the candles on his desk when a sharp rap came at the door, bringing him out of his fatigue. “Come!”

The door opened to reveal Lieutenant Latham, who saluted stiffly with a fist to his chest.

“What brings you up here so late, Latham?” Eames asked, unable to keep the irritation from his voice. “I trust it’s important?” Despite Eames’ annoyance, he considered Latham a good Herald; young and keen, and able to follow orders without being told twice. He would go far if he kept applying himself.

“Sergeant Tevin is back from his patrol, Commander,” Latham said quickly. “He is demanding to speak with you, and only you. Says he has some information you’ll want to hear.”

Eames frowned. Tevin; he knew that name. The image of a fat fellow with piggy eyes floated into his mind. “Information regarding?”

A New Age Ch. 02

Ass

While Amanda diligently worked in the labs researching the ship and its vast database of lifeforms, Zack struggled to find viable candidates to become part of the ship’s crew. Her cosmetic procedure left the ship with a bare minimum of resources, just enough to keep it running. To ensure the stasis fields were kept up, the communication lines had to be cut. It was hard enough carrying out even the basic of tasks but now, not only was the ship vulnerable to attack but it could now be picked up by any type of scanner. Even a cell phone searching for nearby bluetooth devices would pick up on the ship’s signal. To make matters worse, Zack was practically searching the yellow books for candidates.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Zack, frustrated by his lack of progress, threw the book at the mainframe. Fortunately the keys were sturdy enough to withstand the damage, though it still managed to strip some paint off.

Without highly skilled engineers it was next to impossible to fix the fuel cells. At the moment replenishing supplies was a luxury, without the fuel cells the ship had a lifespan of a few days. It could salvage all that it could, there were only two rooms left in the ship excluding the containment cells. Every other room was destroyed and used to help the ship function. Amanda even had to make a trip to her house in order to get a working microscope, a trip Zack reluctantly agreed to.

“Captain…”

Zack interrupted the computer stating that he was well aware of the problems. Zenith had so calmly stated what he needed, it wasn’t like experienced engineers grew on trees. Even if he were to find an engineer that had the required experience, Zack needed a way to approach him. Asking a person with social anxiety to simply talk to a stranger in public is the equivalent of telling a runner all he needs to win a race is run faster. Defeated, Zack went to Amanda for advice. She was the most knowledgeable, not to mention a doctor at one point, so talking to random strangers was her strong suit.

“Hey Doc.” He leaned against the metallic door frame, still reluctant to step into the room. “I been trying to find people and to be honest, I don’t know where to even start.”

Zack started to drive his nail into the frame, dragging a good amount of paint with it with. For some reason he couldn’t meet her eyes, like he was ashamed. He looked in every direction besides hers, the one time Zack thought things would be different still managed to bite him in the ass. Amanda fortunately picked up on his uneasiness and broke the icy barrier for him before rotating the lens to a higher power. It was obvious the silence was getting to him. Zack’s telltale sign of nervousness, scratching the back of his neck, wasn’t exactly hard to miss.

“There’s a guy that’s supposed to be a genius when it comes to machines, you want to test him out?” The statement alone was enough to get his undivided attention. She didn’t take her eyes away from the sample however, while she talked she kept fiddling with the focus. “He worked on cars when he was young and worked his way up to airplanes, this shouldn’t be much different right?”

Zenith pitched in almost immediately, almost like she was desperate. She confirmed Amanda’s theory about the ship being not too different from a business jet, there were stark differences in the overall ship but the power-cells shared some similarities. If Amanda’s source was familiar with a jet’s engine then Zenith could give him a crash course on the ship.

“I don’t mean to be that guy but hold up.” He popped open the chilled beer and went to take a small sip, which turned into a chug as he tried to conjure up some more courage. “Where was this guy a few days ago?”

With her years of experience she saw right through him, she wasn’t so naive to believe that Zack would trust her blindly with the less than modest time they were together. As if knowing he was about to ask such a question, she sighed and twisted the cap off a metallic bottle much like Zack’s. “Still don’t trust me huh?” She jumped on top of the autopsy table and downed the entire bottle in one fell swoop.

“Bad habits die hard.”

He did feel slightly guilty that he didn’t give her the benefit of the doubt but habits tend to be hard to refuse. The guilt therefore, much like every other emotion, was short lived and rationality was brought back to the frontlines. Pride followed soon after as he attempted drink the concoction in one fell swoop, he being the captain of the ship couldn’t let a mere doctor out shine him. He failed, miserably.

Amanda nearly toppled over in her laughter, tears were making a run for it while she was invested in covering her mouth, after all she had to maintain some type of composure in front of authority. Embarrassed, he put the bottle down and began to wipe the liquid off his white crew neck.

“What made you think you could down a bottle of scotch?”

“What?” Confusion was prominent all over, especially in his voice. “Shit I saw you chug it down so…”

“What is it with men and their pride?” She grabbed topkapı escort the bottle and emptied it for him. “First of all, my bottle had a white logo. It was just water with some vitamins added in.” He didn’t want to admit it but she had a point and there was no redeeming this. “That’s going to stain, here give it to me.”

“You want me to take off my shirt? Like here?” Instinctively he wrapped his arms around his chest before looking around nervously. She could see the faint change in color on his cheeks.

“Or you can buy a new one, you are the captain.” Amanda analyzed him from top to bottom before giving him an approving nod, “Not bad.” It was like someone stuck bright red bulbs underneath in cheeks.

Zack lost balance immediately, not only did it catch him by surprise but it was out of the blue. She spread out the shirt on the autopsy table and dropped some type of blue plasma on the stains. He quickly used the window of opportunity to change the topic and question about the substance sitting on his shirt. Amanda turned out to be a veteran at his game and gave him an informed answer before immediately asking him about his trust issues. He dodged a bullet only to get stabbed in the heart.

Great fucking job, look at her eyes shithead. He shifted his gaze to her eyes and added a voice to his open mouth.

“It takes a while for me to know someone and even then, I don’t know there’s just something.” He could tell from the way she was staring at him, her attention away from the shirt, that she wanted more. “Fuck I don’t know okay, I just can’t trust people. Fuck you want from me?”

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” She spoke with a voice somewhere between cold and caring, it was like a new emotion had just been invented.

There was no way out of the conversation, hopefully this could be covered under the doctor patient clause. He nervously smiled and started to scratch the back of his neck again, desperately trying to find words to express his thoughts. The thoughts were flowing steadily, they just kept getting interrupted when they approached the mouth. Finally, he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts before attempting it a second time, “Long story short I got screwed by people I didn’t think would screw me.”

“Well I guess we have one thing in common.” Amanda nudged him on the shoulder and put on a knowing smile, although she tried to hide it he could clearly see the pain in her eyes. The machine worked magic on her body but her eyes remained the same, they told the same story that is. “My ex-husband screwed his students for a year and then used my tarnished reputation for the basis of divorce.”

Zack knew where this was going, he’d heard enough for a few lifetimes. Distant memories of the deli began to sprout in the crevices of his mind, forcing out nostalgia and the overall sense of blueness. The nights were the most brutal, he even nicknamed it The Breakup Diner. Day in and day out he would not only overhear but see anti-cupid working his magic. After a while however, Zack had grown accustomed to it. He reached a point where it no longer affected him, or so he thought.

There was a certain pull in his heart as Amanda emptied hers, everytime their eyes would meet he tried to say something, anything to comfort her but everything besides a voice came out. Amanda calmly went on to explain how she was labeled as a nutcase due to the alien abduction. Just when he thought he couldn’t feel any shittier, life proved him wrong once again. He cursed himself silently for telling her that her encounter was nothing more than a false memory. Zack stole the only thing left in her life, guilt didn’t begin to describe what he felt.

“What are you thinking? Story not up to your standards?” Again her voice was so calm, happy even and yet so different from what her eyes were saying.

“No, it’s just that I…”

“Didn’t do anything, the abduction was all in my head okay I accept that. Being brutally honest was kind of a dick move though.” She punched him playfully in the arm assuring him that she was joking, it didn’t make him feel any better however. “I’m joking, seriously don’t worry so much.”

She had a weird way of counseling but it was effective, at least enough to cut through some of his defenses. “So who’s the guy?”

Once again in a flat tone she replied, “My ex-husband.”

His mouth went wide while his brain shut down, the logic used was well beyond his capacity. In no way did it make sense, it was like forcing puzzle piece to fit. “Stop fucking with me.” Zack shrugged it off nervously and asked for the real answer.

In the same calm demeanor she smiled before assuring him that she was telling the truth. The only reason she didn’t bring it up before was because she had to come to terms with it. “He’s a piece of shit but we need him.”

“But…”

“Grab another drink and get your manhood back, have at least some respect for the position you’re filling.” She lightly tapped his cheek with her hand before ushering him to follow. “Stay here and escort kızlar keep everything in check, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

She’s fucking with me right?

The thought got swallowed to make room for more important things, like processing the swaying hips his eyes were so locked on. He never thought a woman could make a ribbed white beater with blue cargo pants work but his dick, mind and heart all were singing a different tune. His mind was directly transferring the information to the spank bank while he intently watched her sway her hips slightly as she walked out the room.

The one weakness of men, regardless of race and one that science has yet to solve. Men unfortunately, to this day, suffer from a lethal disease in which blood can only flow in one direction, either to the brain or the dick. As a result the other is turned off, this could possibly be a reason why internet search histories must never be opened. Zack, although clearly at the apex of physical condition, suffered from this disease. While the blood raced towards his penis, his brain began to shut down and he soon became lost in all that ass. When the brain took control once again, he realized she made a considerable amount of distance.

“Wait up!”

He made sure the boner was unnoticable before walking awkwardly out the room, the foreskin rubbed on the bottom of his boxers as he wobbled awkwardly towards the door. Unlike before, the blood refused to go upstream. To make matters worse, Amanda occasionally looked back and caught glimpses of his penguin walk. Soon she was out the corridor and the only sound heard was the opening of the exterior latch. Now that he was alone, he could actively adjust the discomfort in the basement. Surprisingly, a single touch of his cold palm calmed the beast.

Before returning to the mainframe for routine checks, Zack felt a sudden urge to visit the containment cells. It was odd since he actively tried to find an excuse to avoid it all together, odder was the fact that there was no reason behind the ghostly urge. Absentmindedly, he walked down the corridor whistling an unfamiliar tune all while twirling his finger in the air as if he swinging a ring of keys around it. There was an extra kick in his step as well. Soon he was walking solely on the heels of his feet, all while whistling yet another unfamiliar tune. As much as he didn’t like to admit, Zack never grasped the technique of whistling. All he ever managed to do was blow out a blast of concentrated air.

Within moments he was standing eye to eye with the dreaded space littered with creature filled columns. Instead of a member of fear, a barely noticeable smirked appeared on his face as he headed in whistling the same tune. Although this was only his second time in the hangar, he maneuvered through it like he had built it himself. Zack went to inspect each glass column carefully, checking every nook and cranny before moving on to the next. He inspected around eight containment cells before Zenith picked up on the erratic behavior. Instead of alerting Zack like she normally did, Zenith sent out a spherical object that remained roughly 20 paces behind him.

The sphere looked more like a hologram than anything, it was completely see through but it still maintained an aura of hostility. It was by no means made for anything less than violence. The body of the sphere was pristinely smooth while the eye contained an intricate web of circuitry. Everytime Zack would look in it’s direction it would disappear, it was the definition of a spy. It was as if it could his movements before he did them, the sphere would turn completely invisible at least three seconds before Zack looked behind him. After a few moments a pattern had been established, everytime Zack would look back the sphere would turn invisible and close the distance between them.

In a span of five minutes, the sphere was right behind him. This time when Zack turned back however, it’s didn’t turn invisible. Instead, the eye radiated a crimson red and revolved about its socket with lightning speed before shooting a highly charged bolt of electricity straight at him.

“Threat neutralized. Escort the captain to his quarters and prepare diagnostic procedures.”

As Zack’s body dropped lifelessly to the floor, the sphere radiated a light yet again but this time a harmonious blue. The light struck his body and expanded until every inch of the body was covered by the bluish rays and once again the eye began to revolve about its socket. This time however, it revolved at the same speed as a cement mixture while the its beam levitated the lifeless body off the floor and escorted it to the captain’s quarters.

The spherical object moved with ease around the the quarters acting not much different than a scanner, within moments the entirety of the room was scanned and converted into a log file for Zenith to decipher. Then, without any instruction it separated into a myriad of tiny cube like particles and hovered just inches above Zack’s body. The particles created a sort of shadow escort fındıkzade above him before emitting highly concentrated beams of neon blue light. The beam allowed Zenith to see everything underneath the skin and at will, she could change the type of view. This one machine, if one could even call it that, administered all the diagnostic tests that hospitals ran, including an MRI.

Even after all the trouble however, nothing was found. Infact the test results was so disturbing, Zenith conjured up five more orbs and had each one perform a multitude of tests. She went as far as to create a lockdown on the ship, energy consumption was no longer an issue as there were more pressing matters at hand. In fact, hours had passed before Zenith was satisfied with the results. Even after the rigorous testing nothing came up, not even a spike in blood sugar levels. Everything was perfectly normal, something alarming in itself. Zack was ascended physically to top of the food chain but his body still performed the regular functions, homeostasis still had to be maintained.

The chance of each test coming up perfectly normal was next to impossible, especially counting the fact that Zack didn’t have anything to eat the entire day. Even though his stomach was growling every now and then, even in his sedated state, the results didn’t reflect any of that. The slight headache, the pain emanating from his back, the remnants of the electricity still surging through the body, nothing. All the facts pointed to a breach in security or Zenith’s system itself but countless scans of security footage proved otherwise. With no viable options left, Zenith pulled all the brakes and as a last resort woke up the sedated captain. If objective evidence weren’t presenting a case, maybe a subjective retelling might.

The orbs merged together and surprisingly shrunk in size till they were a no bigger than a fingernail on one’s pinky. The eye of the spherical object glowed once again but this time the beam couldn’t be seen, everything else remained the same. The eye rotated about its socket incredibly fast just like before but this time, a tiny spark of electricity all that came out. It wasn’t much bigger than the spark of static one sees when touching a doorknob after sliding on the carpet with socks. Although small, it did however pack a mighty punch. Zack nearly jolted awake, it was like a shot of adrenaline injected right to his heart.

He could practically feel his heart beat, Zack’s hands were trembling from the rush of energy. In layman’s terms, Zack was wired. So hyper in fact that he wasn’t able to speak coherently for a few minutes, his mouth was moving too fast for the words. “Z..Z…Zenith.”

“Yes Captain, how may I be of service?”

“Where are the plasma torches?”

“Captain, we haven’t had plasma torches on the ship for over 8 centuries. How did you find out about them?”

“What? We don’t have plasma torches? Wait how do I know about plasma torches?”

“Captain, are you sure you haven’t been in contact with any specimen housed within the cells?”

“No, no that’s impossible. I locked them myself.”

“Captain, the cells have been locked for nearly a millenia.”

“What?” The ground was being pulled from his feet, Zack truly felt that he had in fact locked the containment cells mere moments ago. “Why do I feel like I just locked it?”

“Captain Crymere?”

“The fuck? Zenith, my name’s Zack. I thought we were over this shit.”

“I apologize Captain but this is unprecedented. To confirm my theory would you please tell me the initial lock code you set when the containment cells were first built into the ship.”

“Alpha 209B.” A moment later, Zack realized what was wrong. “Wait, how the fuck do I know that!?”

“From my diagnostics, I believe you’re recalling the knowledge previous captains. This is truly remarkable Captain, such a feat has never been accomplished.”

“Yea, uhh that’s cool and all but can you kindly explain why I’m remembering all this shit? I mean how am I getting the memories of dead people?”

“I’ve conducted a multitude of tests captain yet there was no signs of abnormalities, in fact the tests reported that you were in perfect condition. I suspected a malfunction in the system files but it seems from your report that they were correct.”

“How much energy was used for the tests? And did I get shot by something, I faintly remember walking through the hangar but I’m not sure if it was my memory or not.”

“That was an error on my part Captain, I apologize. Under initial observation, you displayed signs similar to when you were synthetically bonded to the escaped specimen. There was no room for alternatives therefore such an action had to be taken. I apologize for the act of aggression Captain.”

Zack managed to put himself in Zenith’s position and almost immediately realized that he would’ve done the same, if not worse. After several moments of recuperation he felt strong enough to move about on his own, Zack grabbed a bottle of water just in case. Even though Zenith found no fault in the reports, he was still a bit hesitant to offer his support as well. It was hard to believe that he could ever be in perfect condition, not after spending the majority of his life scarfing down meds to get close to homeostasis.

A Lazy Mage Quests (Un)EZ Creds Ch. 04

Anal

Mara turned around and was reaching behind her as she approached the bed, causing her breasts to thrust forward. Damon involuntarily licked his lips as the bra dropped away and her breasts made their debut. At the side of the bed, she bent over causing her breasts to sway as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them revealing a cleanly shaven pubic area.

Climbing onto the bed, Mara sat down facing Damon beside his legs. She leaned across his legs, raking one with honey blonde hair then ample breast flesh as she did. With her left breast molded to the contour of his inner thigh, Mara grabbed her right breast and rubbed the nipple back and forth across the top of his thigh. Damon tried moving his leg to rub the free breast and she flicked his rising penis with a manicured fingernail.

“You haven’t been given permission to move,” Mara said. Damon became rock still.

Switching her attention from her nipple, Mara lifted Damon’s penis by the glans between her thumb and forefinger and pinned it against his stomach with her pinky. Her thumb lightly stroked the underside causing it to further harden and Damon to let out a groan of pleasure. Immediately, a fingernail from her left hand thumped his scrotum.

“Silence!”

Damon jerked and held his breath, got a bit of control over himself and silently exhaled.

Resuming her thumb stroking, Mara cradled his scrotum in her fingers and began rolling the balls around within their flesh sack. She could feel his body respond when one of the balls would reach the point it was turning over, the point where it produced an odd sensation between pleasure, nausea, and pain. Mara concentrated on slowly maneuvering the teste over that point time and again, building the anticipation of it happening and prolonging the sensation when it occurred.

Whipping her hair to make sure it didn’t obscure Damon’s view, then looking into his eyes the entire time, she ran her tongue from his sack up the underside of his cock. Reaching the head Mara used her tongue to bounce his cock off her lips. Moving the hand that held his cock down to cover his pubes, she caught the cock between her lips and slowly enveloped it. Mara made it halfway down before she had to start controlling her gag reflex, then slowly worked the dick into her throat a centimeter at a time. Damon watched Mara, captivated by the way her upper lip lost its butterfly contour, straightening out into almost a smooth hemisphere as it stretched around his girth. Her tongue kept licking forward beyond her lips, lubricating the way as her lips extended a centimeter at a time to find further purchase and pull him in further.

When her nose touched her hand pressing down his pubic hair, Mara extended her tongue as far as possible flicking his scrotum. Damon groaned loudly and she squeezed his balls and disengaged from his dick. Mara took a single ball into her mouth and forcefully sucked while pulling away. His sack extended to its limit and at last his nut reached its limit and popped from between her lips.

Snagging the nut again, Mara played the stretching game several more times, then followed it up by torturing the other nut in the same manner. Mara abandoned torturing his nuts and swallowed Damon’s staff about halfway and began bobbing, cheating a bit by using her hand to pump the remainder of his shaft. Her hand kept fondling his testicles and soon she felt them tightening.

Lifting off his dick Mara asked, “Did I give you permission to cum?”

Damon silently shook his head no.

Giving his cock and balls a squeeze and releasing them, Mara crawled up the bed, straddling his body. Mara swung her breasts before his face, I should motorboat him she thought, deciding against breaking the mood. Leaning on her elbows and pressing her breasts together with both hands, Mara brought a nipple inches from Damon’s mouth. He took the bait and extended his tongue to coax the nipple to his lips. He started gently kissing the breast, getting more and more forceful as he tried sucking more and more of the soft, firm flesh into his mouth. The breast was pulled away from him and its mate presented to his lips. Mara pulled it away several times before letting Damon catch it between his lips. Damon gave the second mecidiyeköy escort breast the same loving attention he gave the first as Mara reached back and stroked his cock and balls.

Mara pulled away from his lips again and gave Damon’s genitals a firm squeeze on the verge of becoming painful before releasing him. Mara moved up the bed and straddled his chest, then inched upward on her knees, moving her pussy closer and closer to his mouth. Damon caught her musky scent and as he felt her nearness from her warmth, he flicked out his tongue. Mara pulled back, then teasingly inched forward again. This time Damon decided to do his own teasing and ran his tongue along the crease on the outer side of her pussy lips. Mara shifted sideways to correct what she thought was his mistake. Damon responded by continuing the teasing and overshooting to the crease on the outside of her other pussy lip. He slowly licked up and down the crease prompting exasperated groans from Mara. When she shifted again to center his tongue where she wished it Damon paused as long as he dared then stretched to take a long lick with a flattened tongue from her taint to her clitoris. Mara moaned her appreciation through the several seconds it took for his tongue to make the swipe.

When Damon started to take a second long, slow lick, Mara was shifting forward then back to extend its traverse. On the third swipe, Mara grabbed the headboard with both hands. As Damon started the fourth lick, he let out a long aah, trying to cause vibrations from deep in his throat and letting them pass through his mouth and lips into Mara’s flesh. As the fifth pass was nearing its conclusion, Mara pressed her pubic bone down onto the end of his nose and started repeating, “Yes, Baby. Right there,” followed by a drawn out, hissed, “Yesssss!” Damon’s tongue could feel her clit right above his open mouth, so he swirled his tongue around it. He got into a rhythm of following one pussy lip up, raking her clit along the way, then raking it again on the down stroke as he followed the opposite lip down. He could feel Mara widening her stance, trying to lower herself even further astride his face. He could hear her breathing harder as he worked her clit, and he kept groaning, not so much in pleasure but to cause vibrations.

As Mara kept spreading her thighs and grinding down on his face, Damon sucked her clit into his mouth, trapping it there with suction. Damon decided to play bad cop with it and his tongue and started whacking it around. It kept silent, not knowing what Damon expected from it, then Damon went to work on it like a boxer’s speed bag with rapid fire flicks of his tongue. Worse cop stepped in for gym boxer cop and pressed down on clitty as hard as he could and rubbed poor clitty hard up against the wall of flesh. He flattened his tongue a little to give some longer, wider laps but continued to put on the pressure and the vibrations. Damon could feel Mara approaching her climax and released the suction and the clit, then went back to paying more attention to her labia, but always returning to let clitty know he wasn’t forgotten and not getting away.

Mara groaned in frustration. “You bastard.”

Digging his chin into her flesh as hard as he could, Damon continued servicing her inner labia and just enough of her clitoris to keep her highly aroused. It suddenly dawned on Spector that Mara was riding his face somewhat in time to his moans and groans he was emitting mainly to cause vibrations. Like a dance to music he thought. Damon searched his mind for a song Mara enjoyed. As he changed to humming one, Mara quickly fell into a face dance. Damon wondered if Mara realized she was moving in time or subconsciously following his lead. When the song’s chorus and hook came around, Damon focussed on her clit. Mara kept following his lead. As the third chorus neared, Mara pleaded, “Let me cum this time. Please?”

Damon went all in. Clitty was going down this round and the speed boxer worked him relentlessly. At the same time, Damon was humming, moaning, groaning the song until his throat hurt. Mara was keeping herself upright with the assistance of the headboard as her hips and thighs danced and her toe tapped out the song’s beat. She started bayan escort convulsing as her orgasm hit. Her rapid breathing stopped as she sucked in air. Her soft moans went silent as she held her breath. Damon almost stopped what he’d been doing, feeling the woman jerking as the convulsions of her orgasm wracked her body. He stilled his tongue, extending and flattening it, draping it over her sex. He dropped the intensity of the vibrations well below where they caused him pain until they were almost part of the background noise. He considered easing up the pressure he was exerting with his chin, but decided Mara could adjust it easily enough. As the orgasm ripped through her, Mara held onto the headboard like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver. She knew it was all that was keeping her astride Damon’s face. And his mouth. And his tongue.

As the convulsions started to subside, memory of that tongue and the pleasure it had just caused flooded her mind. Mara eased herself forward on it and a convulsion hit. It wasn’t really pain so she eased back along it, her sensitivity causing another convulsion, but she wanted to stretch the pleasure of the orgasm out as far as possible. It occurred to Mara she was holding her breath and she let it out in a soft moan. Her senses were returning along with her balance. She moved tentatively on Damon’s tongue as he continued to hold it out and stationary, trying to milk the pleasurable sensations while at the same time not tripping the convulsions.

“Again?” she asked after most of the convulsions had passed.

Damon thrust his tongue into her vagina as far as it would go, maybe reminding her of another body part that could better do the task. Then he latched on to her clitoris and started beating the hell out of it. The attention triggered a late convulsion and Mara lifted off his face. She traced her way down his bound arms with her soft fingers as she slid her torso down his body. She gave his shoulders a short massage then wiped his face a bit drier. As she backed down him, Damon’s manhood poked her inner thigh. Mara lifted herself over it and sat down astride his thighs. Taking his rigid flesh pole in hand, Mara said, “It looks like someone is happy to see me.” She moved forward and ran his tip across her nether lips. Then abruptly got off the bed and started walking away. “Thanks, Damon. See you later,” and left the room.

Wtf? Damon thought as she left. He could hear her in the kitchen, maybe the refrigerator door, then the door to the garage. A little worried about this new behavior and I wonder if sex while channeling a spirit allows one to forego orgasm longer, Damon channeled one of his spirits.

Mara returned wearing tight leather driving gloves and a couple of bottles of liquid. She cracked open the top on one and carefully lowered it to Damon’s lips. The coolness soothed his throat as the liquid ran down it. Grasping his dick with leather gloved hand, Mara quickly got Damon rock hard again, pumping him as she repositioned herself to straddle his hips. She guided him into her and on the third stroke she brought him gently into contact with her unyielding cervix. At first, she moved mainly up and down on his shaft. It was a few moments before he realized she was humming the song he had hummed. She moved to its beat. A bit further along, Damon realized the channeled spirit was going to prolong the time until he ejaculated, so he luxuriated in the feel of the soft warmth of the flesh sliding up and down his shaft. He watched Mara’s breasts bounce as her body slammed down, then how they became somewhat weightless as her body reached the apex and started back down. He resented having his hands restrained instead of kneading that ample breast flesh or holding her ass in his hands and guiding her up and down his shaft. Damon looked at her astrally, her aura glowing beautifully. It let him actually see a manifestation of her lust and joy, of her senses alive and tingling.

She came and fell forward, exhausted from her exertions. Her aura reminded Damon of watching a fireworks display. Damon slowly pumped in and out of her, wanting to keep her fire stoked and aware of his continuing hardness. So Damon gently massaged her blissful, post orgasmic insides, nişantaşı escort since he was restrained from doing much else. Mara let out a contented “Mmmmm.” Shortly, she was moving forward and back in harmony with Damon’s movements. Mara brought her lips to Damon’s and kissed him gently, complementing the slow rocking of their bodies, her hair falling about their heads in gentle curls enveloping them within an intimate veil. At first, her breasts were flattened against Damon’s chest as she lay atop him, but as their pace picked up and their kissing became more passionate, Mara lifted a bit causing her breasts to drag up and down his chest as she bore up and down his shaft.

She broke the kiss, turning her head to the side, breathing hard and deep. Damon’s lips found her neck and rained kisses. Mara maneuvered some more, presenting her ear to Damon’s face and he licked the lobe then sucked it and her dangling earring into his mouth. Moments later, Mara presented her other ear to his lips. She’d caught her breath but now it was becoming labored again. Mara raised her upper body from Damon’s and placed her hands on his nipples. As she pinched them, Mara brought her elbows in causing her breasts to pop forward. She started fondling one of her own nipples as well as one of Damon’s, relishing the feel of the leather on her milky flesh. Mara raised her nipple to her lips and flicked a tongue over it, then sucked it into her mouth. She released it with a popping noise, then gave her opposite nipple similar treatment. She pulled off a glove with her teeth and sucked on her fingers, her breathing through her nose, sounding like a primal animal as she continued to exert herself fucking down on Damon’s cock.

Sitting up straighter on Damon, Mara abandoned his nipple to pay attention to her own, liking the sensation of the leather and the bit of disconnect it provided to overlook that it was her own hand. She realized how much she missed his hands all over her body when they fucked, but the trade off for the kinkiness of having him restrained was worth it. A somewhat nasty, evil thought came to mind as she searched for something to think about besides her oncoming orgasm.

Removing dripping fingers from her mouth and using them to cradle and squeeze his balls, Mara asked, “Are you going to cum with me this time? I don’t think I’m up for another round.” Then she bent back to give Damon a good view of her riding his cock.

The view of his cock parting her distended inner labia as it moved in and out of sight within her vagina turned Damon on even more. “May I speak?” he asked.

“You just did,” she said through panting breathes. “Go ahead. You may speak.”

“May I cum?” he asked.

“You have my permission,” Mara said, hissing it out as she fought to reach her climax, but conflicted by wanting to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

It wasn’t the view or hearing Mara’s building orgasm or having permission that put Damon over the edge. The permission ploy was a mind game. The view had really helped and he absolutely loved hearing Mara in heat. But what put him over was the evil bitch sliding her wet finger up his ass. As she found his prostate and massaged it, he started blasting cum into her.

Mara had been waiting for it. Feeling him cumming inside her put her over the edge and her exhausted muscles started quivering. Her hand dropped from her nipple to her clitoris and she rubbed the area frantically. Doing so any sooner would have caused her orgasm, but now she could add to its intensity. Mara dropped fully onto Damon’s shaft. She wanted to keep fucking him as he came but the intensity of the orgasm pulsing through her would not allow it. Damon took over, thrusting up into her, wanting to deliver his load as deep within her as possible. He was at the apex of his thrust as each spasm of his ejaculation hit. As the intensity of his ejaculation waned, his thrusts lost their urgency. When she quit feeling Damon unloading his seed inside her, Mara removed her finger from his ass and leaned in to kiss Damon in their post orgasm bliss.

They gently kissed until Damon thought Mara was presenting her ear for kisses but found himself a little disappointed as her hair dragged across his face and she slid off him, exhausted and asleep. Damon kissed the hair on the back of her head with a thank you peck then considered his vulnerable, restrained predicament. Looking down at his exposed genitals Damon thought Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into.

A Guy and His…? Ch. 22: Redemption

Amateur

Nuha – Intelligence
Abla – Perfectly Formed
Fatin – Captivating; Alluring; Enchanting

Fatin was terrified she’d never had a male let alone a human male satisfy her like Jake had, plus the fact that the pleasure had been so intense that she had fainted. This was the man she had been searching for her entire life. Crap she thought if her sister found out they might take him away from her. All she knew was she had to have him again she could still feel the throbbing of her body from the aftermath of their union. She’d awoken a while after Jake had left covering her and making sure she was alright.

Nuha looked at the huge smile on her unconscious sister’s face, slightly shocked she never thought she’d see her sister as satisfied as Fatin was. Who in the hell was this man? Although Nuha could feel the magic around Jake she didn’t feel any within him. Were all three of his Jinns that much in love with him? It felt as if they had put everything that they were and had into the protection that they had around him. So this was the Ever Last Master, very interesting as she assumed from the looks of Fatin this was a human unlike any other.

Fatin sighed as her eyes opened her whole body was throbbing with excitement. “Sister,” she said as soon as she saw Nuha, “he has such a strong attraction to him, I had to have him. Never in over 1500 years has a male satisfied me like he has. It is uncanny he almost knew everything I wanted and need.”

Nuha was watching Fatin the whole time, she was telling the truth though Nuha could also feel something else though she wasn’t sure what it was. This wasn’t good she thought; something about this man was throwing the most intoxicating of the sisters off her game. Hmmm she thought maybe there was something to this Ever Last Master after all, she needed to find out all she could before they were all thrown off and weren’t able to accomplish the mission that they were on.

Jake had left the woman in the mansion making sure she was well before he covered her up. He was on the way home when he had a sudden thought. “Alright you both can appear next to me,” he told the thin air as both Gen and Rosalinda appeared both giggling. “I thought you both were here, I am glad though I can’t seem to feel Rashala.” Jake concentrated and called, *”Rashala? Where are you? I can’t feel you that well?”*

A weak and almost helpless Rashala answered, *”Master! I feel so weak I cannot move, I can hardly see, please Master help me.”* Came the almost pleading thoughts of Rashala.

Turning to Gen and Rosalinda Jake was scared, “I need to be where Rashala is NOW! I feel she is dying,” Jake said tears now falling from his eyes. Both of them shocked they both nodded and Jake was gone a second later, both sighed as the little truck careened off the road and crumpled against the rock face of a cliff. They needed to fix it later but for now they were more worried about their sister.

Jake appeared in the now enlarged interior of his house. Looking around frantically Jake soon found Rashala on the floor of the bathroom. “Oh my god! Rashala! RASHALA! Speak to me Damn it!” Again tears were streaming down his face this was all his fault he should have warned her he should done something! Running to her he tried to pick her up but found that she passed through him like a ghost. “I’m so sorry Rashala it’s all my fault you should have been warned I should have told you.”

The tears flowing unashamedly Jake didn’t see Gen or Rosalinda as they both fell to their knees. Reaching up Rashala tried to touch her Master’s tear stained face, why couldn’t she touch şişli escort him? She could feel him this made no sense, she felt so weak, and why was master crying?

Suddenly a warmth began to spread through her body as it was as light as a feather a wonderful feeling almost as wonderful as when her master touched her. That’s when she saw a light in the distance. NO! She refused! She needed him as he did her. NO! Again she refused to go! The light was still advancing but had slowed, NO! She screamed at the light then just as suddenly she was back in her body, strange she didn’t remember leaving it. Trying to take a breath, she felt as if a huge weight was on her chest, breathe yes! She had to breathe she had to!

Jake was beside himself he’d killed her, hell he’d killed all of them the council would take Gen and Rosalinda. This caused even heavier tears they were all dead! At first Jake thought it was Gen or Rosalinda then he heard it again. Looking down he saw that Rashala was having trouble breathing, plus the fact that he could now touch her wasn’t lost on him either. Bending over her he started to blow breath into her lungs, finally with a cough Rashala took a lungful of air. Looking at Jake she smiled weakly and reached again to caress his face, Jake caught her hand and brought it to his lips.

Rashala felt her master’s lips on hers then she felt the life giving air that he blew into her lungs. Sweet life she would never think anything of it again! Slowly she tried to raise her hand to touch his face, when he caught it and brought it to his lips a jolt shot through her, causing her eyes to fly wide. The bond, she’d thought that they weren’t bonded yet, if they weren’t completely before they were now. In a weak almost whispering voice Rashala told him, “I will never leave your side again Master, please forgive me for not remembering the bond we share. I will do better in the future master, please master don’t punish me I will do better.”

Jake could see the tears starting to fall from her eyes, bending, he tenderly kissed her, “I told you before Rashala, I am not like the master’s of old. I do not believe in punishing any of you like that. Besides you have punished yourself enough you have to remember that from now on we can’t be apart that long. Our bond is incredibly strong and now that there are four of us in it, the weakness might be worse than it was before.

Jake walked to a small alcove set in the wall in it were three bottles, Rosalinda’s, Sheeka’s (she had no powers but was still a Jinn in a human body) and Rashala’s. Grabbing Rashala’s Jake brought it before her. Her strength almost completely returned she trembled when Jake took down her bottle. Throwing herself at his feet she begged him for another chance to prove herself.

“Rise Rashala, you almost died today it was mostly my fault,” Jake raised his hand to stop her when she started to protest. “I have therefore decided that you have suffered long enough with the shadow of this bottle hanging over your head.” Rashala was still in a prone position on the floor Jake’s words hardly registering to her, huge tears in her eyes. She thought she was special to Master Jake he was the Ever Last Master he … what did he just say?! “Therefore I wish,” Jake was thinking as hard as he could, how had he worded it last time … Ah! “Rashala, I wish for you to no longer be a slave to that bottle and be free to love and live!” Yes that’s what I said last time.

Rashala’s head snapped up, “Master? Did you just wish…?” Setting her bottle down Rashala could only stare at Jake. “As you wish and command,” escort bayan Rashala said a small smile on her lips all the pain and tears forgotten. There was a deafening boom then Rashala’s bottle shattered and was gone. Sheeka, Gen, and Rosalinda came running into the room.

“Master you released her from her bottle! I told you Rashala when you were first released that Master Jake was different.” Gen told her.

Rashala could only nod and stare at Jake this was as Gen had said before the greatest gift a master could give his Jinn. Throwing herself into his arm Rashala whispered, “I am yours forever master, ’til this moment I have never known true happiness thank you.”

There were tears in Sheeka’s eyes also; she knew all too well the gift that Jake had granted his Jinn. Sighing she went back to her work, one day she thought she’d have a chance to love like that was a dream of hers.

The joy in the house was broken a moment later when Jake’s cell went off. Setting Rashala down Jake went to answer it. “Hello? Yes I remember you Faith, I hope it was alright the way I left you I thought you’d appreciate it. Yes tomorrow, yes she what? No, No one has called yet. Sure I can handle two; I have before, the same house ok, sure. Alright good bye.” Again Jake had a confused look on his face.

“Is everything alright Master?” Gen asked.

“That was faith from yesterday, she said that her cousin called her and she wants to come over tomorrow and be with us. She is the one that canceled today obviously Faith was praising me to her and now she wants to try after all. You know if I didn’t know better I’d swear something is going on.” Jake told his Jinns.

Nuha made the phone disappear, she was the strongest they would find out tomorrow just what was up with the human man. Though the more she thought about what had happened earlier today the more she got an overwhelming tingle between her legs. Fatin was still floating on a cloud Nuha had never seen her sister affected like this. The thing was she was more than overjoyed to be with this Jake Freemon again another thing that she’d never seen her sister do or want. They needed to kill this damn male before he drove a wedge between all of the sisters.

That night Jake had just finished satisfying all three of his Jinns again, lying down they had just gotten settled and all three of his girls as he referred to them now were asleep. Untangling himself from all three of the women, Jake went to the bathroom to relieve himself when he heard a noise. Finishing up he crept out into the living room toward the Kitchen, again he heard a slight scraping. Jake moved forward a bit when he heard a gasp then a fire ball was flying toward him. Suddenly someone pushed him out of the way taking the full brunt of the attack in the chest, letting loose a scream, Jake could tell that it was Sheeka. Whatever or whoever it was left out the door in a hurry forgotten by Jake as he stared at Sheeka’s burned chest and face.

“Why Sheeka? I am protected.” Jake asked her he could see the extreme pain she was in. Rubbing the bottle Jake called for the doctor.

“Master Jake?” Trully called when she appeared in the living room. “Is everythin … please move Master Jake I don’t have much time to save her.” Trully bent over the woman whose eyes never left Jake.

“I don’t understand why she did it, I am protected from attacks. She didn’t have to.” Jake said looking at Sheeka he wished that she wasn’t in as much pain. A extremely soft sigh left her burned lips.

Still looking at Jake she said in a raspy gravelly voice, “I had to master, it taksim escort would have killed you. For what you have done for me, for what’s left of my family, I would sacrifice my life for yours any day.”

Jake was shocked she would give her life for his? Why? He was nobody just another man that she had tried to kill.

“I’m afraid she’s right master Jake this was hell fire, not too much can stop it,” Trully said, hanging her head she looked at Jake. “Master Jake, I’m not sure I can save her without her healing powers there isn’t much hope.” Jake was suddenly angry someone had killed her she was actually starting to make real progress toward being a great Jinn again.

The entire council was there in a flash, “Master Jake, are you alright?” Looking around they soon saw the reason Jake was angry.

“Please restore her healing power, it is the only chance she has, and even then she might not make it.” The entire council nodded yes and they all extended their hands.

“Someone broke into this house even with all the protection, I want to know how. I want to know if this can be prevented again. Even for all she did she didn’t deserve this. I have seen what she did in almost every case she had no choice. I feel that I acted in haste in punishing her like I did, as hard as I did.” Tears were now flowing from his eyes no one deserved this no one.

The entire council had backed away from Jake the amount of fury that they felt from him was beyond anything they’d ever felt. That plus the biblical storm that was brewing outside was further proof that Jake was about to lose it. “Can you save her Trully?” Jake asked a few minutes later.

“I think so Master Jake, but even with her healing restored it will be slow and extremely painful.” Trully replied tears were also falling from her eyes she felt so helpless, for the first time with a patient that she couldn’t completely heal them.

“I wish that her healing would double no triple and there would be no pain.” Jake said between clenched teeth still staring at the wall almost afraid to look at anyone in the room for fear of his anger killing them.

Trully watched in amazement as the burns to the woman’s throat started to appear more normal, most of the burns were starting to look like bad bruises. Gasping Trully could only stare at Jake, a wish had done this?

Suddenly there was a tentative voice by the bedroom door. “Master Jake?” The storm suddenly abated to half its power as Jake turned to look at a terrified Gen. “Master are you alright? I felt such rage it was almost suffocating, I couldn’t breathe.” Coming out Gen saw Sheeka on the floor unconscious. “NO!” Gen screamed bringing Rashala and Rosalinda out to her, they also screamed though Rashala was also growling.

“This was old magic, older than me, everything we did was mere child’s play to whom ever did this” Rashala tried to hide her anger, Jake could see that she was a furious as he’d been only moments ago, shit this was bad if it could upset the usually calm and collect Rashala. Thinking a moment Jake knew that he had to set the traps out that is if the council could get them ready in time.

Jake went to Rasmir and told him he had a few ideas for the council for a type of prison. He would show them tomorrow as right now he had a decision to make about Sheeka what she had done deserved more than just a reward. Jake just had to decide what it was. Thanking the council, they left.

Trully was still amazed that just a wish from Jake had brought about the healing that she was seeing on Sheeka. Kissing a shocked Jake Trully whispered, “You are unlike any man I have ever met human or Jinn.” Looking at the three Jinns gathered around Sheeka she nodded her head. “I believe it now they truly are the Jinns of love.” Handing Jake a list of instructions she waved to Jake’s Jinns and left.

A Drow’s Dilemma Ep. 18: Parting Ways

Ass

Author’s Note:

A Drow’s Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, ‘reverse’ rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future.

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Episode Eighteen: Parting Ways

Selene’s irritable grousing from outside the tent in which he, Ashyr, and Carlotta had been pleasuring each other immediately shot Caleldir back to full awareness, including a sudden reemergence of his guilt. Selene generally had that kind of effect on him. He sat up a little too quickly, and, after magicking off the various fluids that had made their way on to his body, dressed with unbelievable rapidity, using telekinesis to warp his clothing and armor onto his body almost instantly. In his excessive hurry though, he put half of it on wrong, and he made for a rather ridiculous and uncomfortable sight as he exited the tent. He gave Selene an apologetic shrug. He felt rather awkward about the fact that they had basically had an orgy to which she had not been invited. Somehow, if she was anything like her cousin, he knew that that probably irked her to a massive extent. Not to mention it made him look like something of a hypocrite manwhore, which is really not how he wanted his rapist to view him. It was only then that he realized that he was still in fae form, and hurriedly extinguished his figurative glow. Oops.

Selene could not miss Caleldir’s fae appearance. It drew away any attention she might have paid to his incorrectly donned outfit. The first expression that crossed her face was not relief that he finally exited the tent, nor was it arousal or fascination at his unnatural look. It was fear. His ghostly form had terrified her the night before. That, and the way he so casually killed himself just so a couple orcs could confer with their sister (who they were going to resurrect soon anyway.) Even after all she’d seen, that had been a little too much to handle. She thought she realized just how dangerous the creature she’d literally and figuratively fucked with really was. Even if she managed to kill him, he would have ended her.

With how self-conscious Caleldir was, he did not at first notice Selene’s true emotional state. His first instinct was to assume that she was disgusted with him, or maybe just angry. Then, as he stifled his fae aura, the truth dawned on him. That was fear on her face, and he was fairly confident that he knew why. His own emotional reaction to her fear was rather mixed. On one hand, it was rather gratifying. This was his chance for revenge on her for how they had met and… everything that she had done. On the other hand, he sort of liked her more when she was so dominantly sexual. Wait… No! That could not have been it! No, the other reason had to be because he was trying to make friends with her, and her obvious fear hurt him a bit. Yes, that had to be it… The idea that he preferred the version of Selene that would take him whether he liked or not was some sort of weird enchantment that he was suffering under. Even though he was immune to enchantments. Torn as he was, Caleldir only shrugged and smiled self-consciously at Selene.

Meanwhile, the orcs didn’t seem to care about Caleldir’s exit from the tent, or the exchange of emotions between him and the unfriendly drow. They were in the process of packing up their tents and getting ready to leave.

Ashyr and Carlotta ducked out of the tent a minute or two later. With each other’s help, they were able to get dressed quickly. Ashyr’s eyes fell first on Selene. She knew her cousin. The poor fool was scared of Cal. She briefly considered trying to calm the other drow down. Then she decided she still felt rather vindictive about the whole raping Caleldir thing. Let the stupid woman be afraid. Ashyr then turned to Caleldir to begin adjusting his clothes, which he assisted in doing with a sheepish look. This done, Ashyr patted him on the chest fondly. Then she brushed a soft kiss against his jaw and turned to join the orcs in the breaking on the camp.

Caleldir wanted to help with the breakdown, but he had something to do first. He sat next to Selene just within a comfortable arm’s reach. He smiled awkwardly at her. “So… I am afraid that we have got off on something of a wrong foot these last few times that we have met.” He extended his hand. “Perhaps we can start again with a clean slate, and let bygones be bygones?”

Selene’s eyes narrowed. Such a speech given by another drow could not be trusted. She was used to dealing with her kind, but not at all with his. She very suspiciously, very hesitatingly took the pale man’s hand. “Alright…” She said, though even to Caleldir kadıköy escort it was clear from her voice that she didn’t quite believe him.

Off to the side, Ashyr laughed at her cousin. Though, to be fair, Ashyr treated everyone the same way back when she first joined the troupe.

After this awkward experience with Selene, Caleldir threw himself into helping take down the camp with enthusiasm. The more he practiced his telekinetic skills (which were probably related to his ghostly nature, now that he thought about it) the better he got at them. And so, he took down tents and packed gear from halfway across the camp, with only a very few unfortunate mishaps (such as that bedroll that smacked Carlotta in the back) but none of them involved Selene (who was the only one not helping), as he was very careful not to do anything that she could construe as a threat. She would almost certainly still find something to distrust, though. Most of the gear went into one giant pack that could only go on Orag’s back. Some of it actually belonged to Selene and Ashyr: two of the bedrolls and a few of the blankets went into their packs.

At last, the camp was packed up, and the two groups went their separate ways. The orcs parted with the rest of the group on surprisingly good terms, considering how they initially met the drow. Ashyr and Zarag worked out how they were going to contact each other if they needed one another’s help. He also gave her directions to a mountain outpost she could visit if she needed to get into what passed as a city. It was really just several hundred closely-situated huts and caves for the orcs and various other people who called the mountains to the north home. According to him, anyone who felt like living the simpler life of a mercenary was welcomed there. He warned that it was a violent place, but that he was sure someone of her caliber would do just fine. Then he made a joke about flying drow, and she gave him an arrogant smirk in response.

Finally, it was just the four of them (five, counting Bard). Selene and Carlotta walked behind Ashyr and Cal. The younger drow traveled in complete silence aside from the sound of her footsteps. It soon became clear that Selene was no woodswoman. Even just walking she made a ton of noise. Combined with Carlotta and Caleldir, the forest seemed a cacophony to Ashyr. She watched Bard sprint across their path happily, then dive back into the brush again, but even all the activity was quieter than her female companions.

“So…” Caleldir asked when they were out of the orc’s hearing. “I assume we are going back to Carlotta’s hometown to resupply? We should discuss where to go after that.” He took a deep breath. “I think that it would be good to head back to my hometown; as I mentioned to Ashyr, there are some artifacts there that I can get a hold of that would make retaking the Duskhaven Estate far easier.”

“Your hometown? Not that I object or anything– I just thought– well, that there wasn’t much worth visiting anymore.” She finished lamely.

“Well,” Caleldir began. “About that… Eh… I will tell you later.” He seemed to be deep in thought. His tread was normally unnaturally quiet, but at the moment he had a tendency to not notice things and bump into them. If he was not immune to such injury, he likely would have been the next thing to dead from all the scratches and bruises he received blundering into things that he should have noticed.

“I know I would like to go back home.” Carlotta spoke up. Then she seemed to hesitate, and continued in a quieter tone. “I- I don’t think I will be going with you after that.” The human sighed. Ashyr glanced back at her to see a conflicted look cross her freckled face. “I’ll only slow you down. I don’t think I can handle this much adventure quite yet.” She gave Ashyr a rueful smirk.

“You do what you like Lotta, but… that’s probably a good idea.” Ashyr said in a comforting tone. The redhead wasn’t sturdy and vicious like the other two women in the group.

“That may be for the best.” Caleldir agreed. “Loathe as I am to part ways with you, if you joined on our trip you would not come back unchanged. I would keep you alive. Now that I have access to a spellcaster of some talent, I can use my until now useless knowledge to make death a near impossibility…” He shook his head. “But no matter. It would be incredibly unpleasant for you, and you have no personal stake in the mission. You really would be far better off at home.” He turned to Selene. “By the way, I need your help with that, as well as some other things. I hope that you are as skilled as your cousin has implied; for if you are, I have knowledge that can make you powerful indeed. Sadly, I cannot use it myself.”

Selene stopped looking quite so suspicious. Instead, she looked arrogant. “I think you’ll find my magical abilities adequate.” She said with false humility. There was also an eagerness in her wicked red eyes. That had been how Ashyr convinced her to come with them florya escort in the first place; Caleldir had knowledge that Selene would likely go to great lengths to obtain.

Ashyr rolled her eyes so hard that it was almost audible. The sigh that accompanied that expression was most definitely audible. “Calm yourself, cousin.” She said. “You never know what might happen if you don’t behave.” There was menace at the edges of Ashyr’s tone. She turned for a moment to see the look on her cousin’s face. Mostly, Selene looked annoyed. Carlotta, however, seemed uncomfortable with the exchange.

Taking a deep breath, Caleldir gave each of the three a long look. “Ashyr is already aware of part of my story, but as for the other two of you…” He told them everything that he had told Ashyr: of his mysterious origins, and what he later learned of them, and of the curse on his home and his long sleep. “And that is what Ashyr knows.” He finished. “But the monastery is still there, and the monks kept an incredible hoard of treasure, lore, weapons, and magical artifacts within. When I awoke, I naturally returned to the monastery to try to remove some of the more accessible ones. But, though I had broken the curse enough to enter and leave at will, I was still prevented from taking anything within its walls. But you, Ashyr and Selene, can. With my knowledge born of the curse, and your ability to ignore it, we will be able to sneak past the eternal guardians and loot the incalculable riches of Mobili Atria Aeternitatis: The Shifting Halls of Eternity!”

Caleldir observed the three women’s reactions. Selene went back to looking suspicious, and quite concerned when he mentioned the name of the place they were to travel to. Ashyr’s looked a little too excited. Carlotta was simply thoughtful. He expected it all. But he still needed to address them. He first turned to the redheaded human. “Carlotta, I ask that you please keep this information to yourself. I would rather this information did not spread; the true nature of my existence is considered to be something of an abomination against the gods – and therefore not something I like to advertise – and also because I would prefer that word not reach the Underdark.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Carlotta assured him. Her expression was honest, her words true. Unless she was tortured she would not share Cal’s secret with anyone.

Turning to Ashyr, Caleldir smiled for a moment, but then looked stern. “Whatever riches you are imagining, they do not even approach describing what Mobili Atria Aeternitatis holds. Not even close. But we must be very careful about what we take. There is a curse, after all, and a lot of what is there is too dangerous to take. So never loot anything that I have not approved, or we may run afoul of some pretty terrible things.” He watched Ashyr nod in acceptance. Then he sighed as he turned to Selene. “That warning goes triple for you. No matter how powerful you are, there are things in that monastery that can squash you like a bug.”

“I know.” Selene said seriously. “The Mobili Atria Aeternitatis is a place notorious enough to reach some obscure texts I’ve encountered in the Underdark. The riches there are great, of that I have no doubt. Retrieving them will be a hard-fought slew of battles.” Her words were concerned overall, but there was a tick of greedy excitement that she couldn’t quite hide when she mentioned riches.

For her part, Ashyr kind of wished that Selene didn’t have to know anything about Caleldir. Ashyr cast a searching look over to her cousin. The other drow seemed thoughtful. Surely she wouldn’t betray them yet. Not after knowing what she and Cal had to offer.

“I see your look, cousin.” Selene said with her common irritable tone. “When have I betrayed you?” She watched Ashyr give her a level look. “Okay, that doesn’t count. I thought you betrayed our whole family.” Ashyr’s level look did not fade. “I apologise, alright? I won’t be the first to betray you — Lolth, you don’t have to look at me like that!”

Ashyr turned back away from Selene, and hid a smile.

After that, the party was silent as they traveled. Eventually, though, Caleldir looked at the sun, falling lower in the sky. “So, when should we make camp?” He asked.

Ashyr followed his gaze with her arm to shield her eyes. “I’ll find somewhere to camp. Play nice, you three.” She told them. Then she jogged off into the forest.

Caleldir gave his two companions an odd look. They were a rather strange group; the only thing they all had in common is that they all had had sex with Ashyr, and still harbored feelings of some description for her. Heh. In a way, they could be thought of as being three members of Ashyr’s harem. How large said harem was was anyone’s guess. This was both an amusing and distressing thought for Caleldir. At least he could console himself with the thought that, at least for now, Ashyr preferred him to the others.

About a half hour later, the ranger came jogging back to the escort mecidiyeköy group and broke the awkward silence between them. A slightly tired-looking Bard was at her heels. “Follow me.” She told them succinctly. The drow ranger led them to a well-sheltered spot with not-so-rocky ground to sleep on. As soon as she reached the spot, she dropped her pack on the ground. Selene did so as well. Carlotta sat heavily against the tree, looking more exhausted than the rest of them. She grumbled under her breath about her short legs. The campsite was not much, but it was something.

Caleldir drew his sword. “I am going to go enchant some poor animal into letting me turn them into dinner. Not very sporting, I know, but it is effective. If one of you could get a fire going, we can have ourselves a nice little camp. We can discuss sleeping arrangements later. I am sure that conversation will be as fun as it ever is.”

“Oh, come on. That’s a not fun way to hunt at all!” Ashyr responded. Actually, the drow looked like she really disapproved of this method. Naturally, someone who had taken a lifetime to learn how to trap and slaughter her own food would look down upon someone who would just flash a brilliant smile and have dinner a half hour later. “I’ll go-” But then she sighed. “No.” She decided with an drawn-out sigh like it was the hardest thing to do. “Never mind. You’ll be faster.”

“Well, I know it is the opposite of sporting. Frankly, I am rather ashamed of myself. Just enchanting dinner seems like such a cheat, and it really makes me feel like a scoundrel taking advantage of being fey to slaughter animals like that.” Caleldir sighed. “But, as you said, we do not have all the time in the world, and this is way faster.” He leapt up and began to stride into the forest.

“I’ll get some firewood. Maybe I can find some reagents out there.” Carlotta said. She heaved herself back to her feet.

“Bring Bard. If you get hurt by a bear or something, I’ll be very annoyed” Ashyr told her. Then the drow ranger waved her hand from Bard to Carlotta. “Go on, wolf.”

Then it was Selene and Ashyr in the camp. Both drow began clearing a spot to sleep. There was a bit of a… differing in opinion between them on who got to use what bedroll and blanket. In the end, Ashyr convinced Selene that it would be most efficient to simply put all of their resources together into one big bed. Then no one would be cold.

Soon, a merrily burning fire that was set up to cook whatever Caleldir found. The three women (Carlotta had returned well before Caleldir) worked together quickly to get things organized. Along with the firewood, Carlotta found a few large, edible roots that she thought would go well with dinner. Ashyr trusted the human’s judgement. Selene checked the roots for poison. Then the suspicious drow shrugged and declared that they seemed safe. Bard did not come back with Carlotta. Instead, Ashyr assumed that he went to find Caleldir. Whatever they were doing, Bard seemed to find it pretty exciting. Not enough to worry her, though.

Caleldir ended up being gone for a little over half an hour, and when he returned, he and Bard were, with great difficulty, dragging the body of a massive black bear. “Heh.” Caleldir said breathlessly. “Funny you should mention the thing about the bear earlier…” He and a very tired Bard dropped the corpse off. Caleldir collapsed into the bear. His armor and clothing were torn pretty fiercely, and Bard had some pretty obvious scratches. The wolf had been healed up, and Caleldir was unharmed, of course. “We ran into a bear pretty quickly. She was an angry girl, and able to shrug off my enchantment. Fortunately, she preferred attacking me to attacking Bard, and bears do not have cold iron teeth. So, we should have enough food for the entire trip home.”

Ashyr looked sort of… horrified. She’d felt a sort of mad excitement from her animal companion, but this was far more than she’d expected. “Um. Okay then…” She said. Ashyr herself had managed to take down quite a few bears in her lifetime. Their pelts sold well to the locals and her own people found them quite fascinating. But she was a skilled fighter. Bard and Caleldir were not. Hell, Bard could have died. Such was the danger of traveling in a forest. The drow ranger sighed, knelt, and gave her wolf an exuberant scratch with both her hands across his whole body, all the while telling him what a good wolf he was.

As for the other two women, Carlotta looked impressed, and Selene affected not to care.

“Do not worry about Bard.” He smiled. “He was safe with me. I have ways of focusing enemies’ attentions on me instead of my allies. Which is why it is very good that I can shrug off or heal most damage. Otherwise I would be very dead right now. The annoying creature just about ripped every one of my limbs off my body and into shreds. Apparently, I am still incompetent in a fight.”

“I, uh, I guess I’ll have to butcher this.” Ashyr said after she was done praising her companion. If it had taken both Cal and Bard so much effort to just drag the beast, it would be an enormous effort for her. But Caleldir stepped in to help. She skinned and gutted, and he proved to be good at the rest. Fairly quickly, he had all the useful cuts of meat laid out in a row on a layer of clean leaves, ready for cooking.

A Couple of Wishes Pt. 05

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All characters in this story that engage in any kind of sexual activity are consenting and over the age of 18. If you don’t enjoy stories where the characters end up with genitalia or a body that generally belong to the opposite sex and then enjoy using it, this probably isn’t for you. All characters are fictional, we just wish this could actually happen.

Day 5

Ash woke up a little earlier than usual. He slid one hand down his pajama pants and one up to his chest. Yup, still a woman. He got out of bed and quietly walked to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and slowly peeled his pajamas off. The woman in the mirror was no longer a stranger. She was him. Her body was familiar now, comfortable, he felt like he was in some way meant to look this way. He waved to himself.

He took a breath and thought, “Here goes… I wish I was man.” He looked at the mirror. This was the first time he had actually seen the change. It was a little disconcerting. It didn’t feel weird or painful, it felt more like his body was just moving rather than his very skeleton shifting as his hips slimmed and his shoulders got wider. He watched in awe as he changed back into a man. His dick and balls pushing out of his body as his vulva seemed to seal up and disappear.

This was the first time in five days he had been a man while at home. He paused, should he change back? Just to be sure he could? He wished he was a woman again and watched the change reverse. The weight of his breasts as they filled in was somehow reassuring. He cupped them for a moment before changing back into a man. He had yard work to do this morning and he wanted his manly body for that.

In the closet he threw on some boxers, an old work shirt, and some ratty pants. He padded downstairs and put on a pot of coffee before going outside to do some maintenance on the lawn and to haul the trash, compost, and recycling to the street. He waved at the next-door neighbor as they pulled in from working the nightshift. He loved how easily he moved things around, and how powerful being a man felt.

Back inside sipping his cup of coffee he thought about the benefits of being a man, and those of a woman. He couldn’t really put one over the other. Maybe the woman won in the orgasm and cute outfits departments but being a man made so many tasks easier. He started a pot of oatmeal and went upstairs to get ready for the workday.

Jessy came downstairs after Ash had finished his breakfast. She came up behind him sitting at the bar and wrapped her arms around him, “Hmm all those muscles are back,” she grabbed his pecs, “I miss your tits though.” She grinned, “It looks like the wish worked.”

She pulled down her pants showing that she had just her vulva. A moment later her cock started to grow. Ash watched her satisfaction as she grew it out and then made it go away again. Pulling up her pants she moved her hands to her shirt and pulled it up flashing him. “I don’t recall making and wishes regarding my breasts, but these seem much more perky this morning.” She raised an eyebrow. “Babe? Did you have something to do with this?”

Ash offered her a cup of coffee, “Well, I figured you gave me such a great rack, that I should return the favor and bring yours back to their glory days…” He smiled, “Were you wishing for a larger pair like mine?”

Jessy shook her head and took a sip of her coffee, “Nope. I like you having the biggest boobs and me having the biggest dick. Seems like that’s how it should be in a fantasy.”

Ash chuckled. “Ok hon, you win the biggest dick, I’ll keep my boobs.” He stood and made her a bowl of oatmeal. “What time are we going swimming this evening?”

Jessy took a few bites before responding. “Open lap swim starts at 4:30. If you want your own lane we should get there then. If it gets too busy, we can share, but for today you should probably have your own lane.”

Ash agreed and decided to get an early start on work so he could have plenty of time to get ready. A quick stop to change out of his yard clothes into jeans and a slim white button down and he was seated at his desk. The next few hours flew by, he had two video calls, no one mentioned the slack channel. Business as usual.

When lunch time rolled around, he stood up to stretch. Jessy had already made her way to the kitchen. He followed her to the kitchen and found her making tuna sandwiches.

She smiled, “I was going to bring you lunch, unless of course you need something else before we have lunch?”

Ash looked at her, “You mean like yesterday’s pre-lunch “break”?” Jessy nodded and stepped back, her dick already at half-mast and quite visible through her pants.

Jessy looked at Ash expectantly, “Not to pressure you, but… I’m kind of turned on, and you said you would…”

Ash looked at her dick and thought about it. He wasn’t really in the mood like yesterday. But he had said he’d give her head; he just hadn’t said when. He looked her in the escort fındıkzade eyes. She gave him a pleading look.

“Ok, pre-lunch head it is. Pull down your pants.”

“Right here?”

“Why not? It’s lunch time, having “lunch” in the kitchen just makes sense?”

Jessy pulled down her leggings, her cock flopping out, and standing out proudly. Ash got on his knees and pulled it into his mouth. The angle wasn’t quite right, he had to crane his neck down.

Ash picked Jessy up by the hips and seated her on the counter, she gave a little squeal as he did. Sliding her length back into his mouth he went to work. It wasn’t much different than when he was a woman. His hands were bigger, and he was able to wrap more of her cock in his hand. Her balls felt a little smaller in his larger hands and he used the extra grip to hold both easily and tease them while he sucked.

He worked his tongue around her glans testing the hole at the tip and sucking down any precum she produced. He started to bob up and down creating a tight seal as he did. Jessy’s dick didn’t seem quite as large in his mouth as it had previously, his mouth must be larger as a man.

Testing a thought that popped into his head, he pushed her deep, right to the edge of his throat. He gagged a little. He tried again, swallowing and was able to get the head into his throat, but it didn’t go very far. He swallowed repeatedly and then pulled her back out to get a breath and pumped her shaft while working on the head.

Jessy watched Ash as he worked. The view was a little different, she missed watching his breasts move as he worshiped her dick, but his mouth was still magic. When he deep throated her, she was a little surprised and almost came when he swallowed. She held on for a moment longer when he pulled back, wanting to see if he would try again. When he didn’t immediately try again, she put her hand on the back of his head and urged him to try again, applying gentle pressure. Ash got the message. Pushing his head forward until her dick met the back of his tongue, he swallowed the head of her cock and a little more slid into his throat. He kept pushing and swallowing, adding a hum as he stopped just short of the whole thing.

Jessy felt herself tense and her balls pull tight as she unloaded in his throat. Ash kept her there as he felt her shoot her load. He pulled back in time to catch the last squirt on this tongue. He swallowed and sat back on his heels. Jessy could see that he had enjoyed his part of the blow job by the hard on pressing outwards in his jeans.

“Babe?” she pointed at his dick? “Need help with that?”

Ash looked up at her, “Umm sure? You want me to go to the sofa, so you don’t have to kneel on the floor?”

“Nope just stand up and get your dick out.” She turned around and laid her chest on the counter presenting her vulva and balls to him. Ash got the message.

He stood and pulled down his jeans. Pointing his dick at her waiting pussy he shuffled forward and pushed inside her. The warm wet velvet of her vagina wrapped around his dick and he started thrusting. He didn’t focus on her pleasure as much as he usually did. She had just gotten off and was offering herself for his pleasure, he wanted to take full advantage.

Ash knew that this position wasn’t her favorite and that he couldn’t thrust too deeply without hitting her wall, his recent experience of her battering his cervix was fresh in his mind. He used shallow quick strokes Pushing his dick into the front wall of her vagina hoping to hit her g-spot.

Ash could hear Jessy’s cock slapping her leg as he thrust and grinned. He wrapped and arm around and started to stroke her shaft as he thrust. Jessy moaned at the dual sensations and tried to push back, meeting his thrusts.

A few moments went by, the only sounds were Ash’s occasional grunts of effort, the slapping of skin on skin, the fapping sounds of Ash working Jessy’s dick, and Jessy’s moans. Jessy felt her second orgasm coming. His hand working her cock and her full vagina caused her to explode for a second time in minutes, spraying cum onto the cabinet. Ash stopped pumping her dick as he felt her orgasm subside and returned his hand to her hip to get a better grip. He felt his own orgasm quickly approaching, he increased his speed.

Keeping his dick from going too deep, he groaned as he pumped his load into Jessy. Slowing and pushing deeper with each stroke. He finally stopped. His dick twitching, as deep in Jessy as it could go. He hugged Jessy from behind.

“Your right, that was a good pre-lunch break.” He could feel Jessy’s legs trembling. He pulled out, “Why don’t you go clean up, and I’ll clean the kitchen.”

Jessy mumbled, “Ok” still breathing hard. Ash pulled out and grabbed some paper towels.

Jessy took the offered paper towels, gave Ash a quick kiss and pulled up her panties and leggings so she could walk and shuffled to the powder room. escort maslak Ash stepped out of his pants and cleaned up Jessy’s issue. It took some work to find all the streams of cum but he finished quickly. He cleaned off his dick and balls with some wet paper towels and was about to step into his boxers when he stopped. Why stay a man for the rest of the workday? He was at home, with both wardrobes, he could do whatever he wanted, he could be whichever he wanted.

Five minutes later, Ash the woman brought the sandwiches into their home office. Wearing indigo leggings, a grey camisole, and the off-white button down he had been wearing earlier, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons open to just below his breasts showing some cleavage and making sure he didn’t break the buttons off his shirt. Adjusting his desk again he got to work.

An hour later he was invited to another video meeting starting immediately. He shook his head; it was a necessary evil when you couldn’t just grab a few people and talk in the office. But it seemed annoying to have folks just schedule a meeting while you were busy on something else. He crossed his fingers and opened the meeting. The other wishes had worked. Time to see if other people noticed he was a woman.

Video and mic on, he entered the meeting. Three men and one other woman were on the call. No one even blinked at his appearance. When he spoke, no one said anything about his voice or even seemed to notice. Everyone else seemed to just accept Ash as a woman. Ash was elated. Such a simple test and such a boring result. He was going to have to test this some other way.

The rest of the day flew by, no other meetings meant that he didn’t have additional distractions. Before he knew it, it was 4 pm and it was time for him to get ready to go to the pool with Jessy. He found that getting ready was much faster than he had assumed. Just a towel and his new bathing suit. He slipped on the thong sandals and waited for Jessy to come downstairs.

Jessy finished up her last email and signed out. She didn’t need to collect anything; it was all in her pool bag. She grabbed it and headed for the garage. Ash was waiting in the car. She glanced over at him. He looked a little nervous.

She didn’t think it was about swimming, he was a good swimmer, it was probably about going out somewhere for the first time as a woman. There were definitely people at the community pool they knew, maybe even some of their friends. Jessy placed her hand on Ash’s and squeezed. She smiled at him and gave him a reassuring look.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed and they were in the parking lot getting out of the car. Ash hesitated before opening the door. He took a deep breath and then followed Jessy. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

Inside they were greeted by the same little girl as yesterday. She beamed at them, “Mrs. and Mrs. Renee! I did my first swimming lesson! I was the best in the class!” Jessy stopped to ask about her lesson, Ash almost bumped into her. Mrs. And Mrs. Renee? Had he heard her wrong? The girl’s mother came up behind her and greeted them. “Hi Jessy, Ashley. How are you ladies doing without the kiddos? Jealous they are getting to tour Europe without you?”

Ash was quiet, Jessy looked at him and responded they were jealous, but that the kids were having a great time and the quiet around the house was a nice change of pace. Ash was still processing everything; they hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t a man. He’d be called Mrs., and a lady in the space of two minutes. He finally chimed in with something lame about not having to cook for the kids before they said their goodbyes and headed for the locker room.

Ash was so distracted that he made the turn for the men’s room and only stopped, hand on the door, when Jessy called his name and motioned to him towards the women’s room. Ash pulled his hand off the door and quickly followed Jessy to the women’s locker room. Jessy giggled at him as she held the door,

“That was a bit close Mrs. Renee…” Jessy gave him a little slap on the ass.

Ash wasn’t sure what he had expected from the locker room, maybe women in various stages of undress. It looked a lot like the men’s locker room. The only difference was that there were more stalls, and dividers had been installed between the shower heads to give a little more privacy. It was empty at the moment and Jessy went right to a locker and started removing her clothes. Ash imitated her, choosing the locker next to Jessy and removing his clothing. He felt exposed after removing his leggings and cami. He quickly stripped out of his underwear and pulled up his blue and green one-piece. He made sure to pull the suit out of his butt crack and make sure that his lady bits were well covered. Jessy had watched him act like a teenaged girl, dressing quickly and hiding his body so no one would see him naked.

Jessy smiled at him and escort topkapı held out a towel and her extra goggles. “Babe, stop worrying. You saw what happened with Andrea, she has known you for years, she didn’t even bat an eye and called you by name.” She winked, “Besides, with boobs like that, how many people are actually going to look you in the eye?” Jessy grabbed her bag walked to the pool.

Thirty minutes later, Ash was doing a slow back stroke in the pool. He had been ok for the first fifteen minutes but had slowed down after that. Jessy was still moving at a steady pace, up and down the lane, stopping only to check her watch and add a swim buoy. He sighed. He needed to do this at least twice a week, he wanted to be able to keep up with Jessy, and as a woman, he just couldn’t.

Ash marveled at how much more buoyant he was as a woman. He was sure it had to do with the extra body fat, but he had never been able to stay this stable in a back stroke in his male body. He loved the feeling of floating this way. It probably wasn’t worth the trade off in strength and stamina he had as a man but it was much more relaxing than fighting to stay afloat.

As he swam slowly, he noticed a teenage boy sitting on the side of the pool. The boy seemed to be watching him. As he swam the boy tracked his movements and would flick his eyes away any time there was a loud noise at the dive well. Ash was now sure he was watching him. He slowly swam to the end of the pool and pulled himself out. He got out of the pool and walked over to their towels. When he turned around the boy quickly looked away. Ash sat on a bench to watch Jessy swim. The boy started stealing glances each time he thought Ash wasn’t looking.

Ash was feeling more than a little uncomfortable. He was now sure the boy was just looking at his breasts. It didn’t bother him at all when Jessy did it, but then she had a pair, and she was his wife. Ash ended up putting the towel around his torso to hide his body and the boy finally lost interest. Ash let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. His first experience with unwanted male attention and he was already nervous. It hadn’t even been more than a teenager staring at his boobs. He was really going to need to get used to this. He couldn’t freak out every time some guy undressed him with his eyes.

Jessy got out and grinned at Ash, “How’d it go? I saw you slow down and back stroke for a while.”

Ash frowned, “Well, its official, I’m out of shape as a man and a woman. I think I need to start swimming with you every week. I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow.” He sighed, “You ready to go or do you need to cool down?”

Jessy shrugged, “I already cooled down, if you are ready, we can shower and go home.”

Jessy led the way to the showers. Ash watched her walk; her suit had a similar cut to his, high across the ass and showed off all of her hips. It was a little distracting, he had to admit.

In the locker room there were two women changing. Ash stole a glance and recognized a neighbor. She and her husband had recently moved into the area. Late twenties and had a body that most guys would consider “hot.” Ash noted that she did look pretty hot in just her underwear and looked away.

He and Jessy went to the showers picking stalls next to each other. Jessy tossed him some shampoo to get the chlorine out of his hair and he lathered up still in his suit. The neighbor walked into the showers naked. She chose a stall across the showers from Ash.

Ash turned a little red. He was grateful when she turned around so she couldn’t see him getting a little embarrassed. He felt like that boy had, here he was taking looks as a beautiful woman, afraid to get caught. He was about to get out of the shower when Jessy tossed her suit over the stall and let it drip while she washed her body. Not wanting to seem weird, he wasn’t sure if women usually got naked in the showers, he turned around and removed his suit. He rinsed it and placed it next to Jessy’s.

He used a little of the body wash Jessy slid under the stall. When he turned around to rinse his back, he caught the neighbor staring at him. She didn’t notice that he caught her looking and continued to gaze at his breasts, her eyes migrating down to his pussy. Ash figured if she was looking, he could too.

She was petite, blond, creamy skin that she was trying to get tan if her light tan lines meant anything. She had nicely shaped breasts, probably a B cup with puffy pink nipples that were just a bit upturned. She seemed pretty toned, and her ass bubbled out a little bit. Her slim hips met at a blond landing strip. Ash looked away as she turned to wash her face. Turning off his shower he dried his hair and body. He wrapped the towel around him the way he’d seen Jessy do. The neighbor had turned around again and was watching him. She caught his gaze as he turned around and winked.

Ash wasn’t sure what to do with that and walked to his locker and started putting on his clothes. Jessy arrived and did the same. They filled her swim bag with their wet suits and towels and headed outside.

In the parking lot Jessy turned to Ash, “Did you see our hot neighbor? What’s her name? Jessica, Jennifer, Janelle, something like that.”

Ash mumbled out a yes.

A Different Kind of Blood Magic

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“Just drain it!” Pelleas yelled down at his incredibly erect member.

“It’s not that easy!” Hek hissed back, her panicked, accusatory eyes glancing up at him. She was on her knees, but not for any reason somebody in front of an erect penis would usually be. She ran her eyes up and down his shaft. Letting out a sigh, her breath just barely grazed Palleas’ uncovered skin. “I’m sorry.”

“Just get rid of it!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I know I know! Just fucking get rid of it, gods!” Pelleas tone was hurried, less awkward but angrier. She grabbed the test tube sitting on the desk. The one once full of generously donated human blood only five minutes ago. It had been completely drained. What had been done, had been done. His pained yells echoed through the empty office, Hek hastily shushed him.

“Shut the fuck up! The cleaners might fucking hear us!”

“You should have thought of that before turning my dick into an overcooked sausage,” as he groaned, Hek glanced to the floor. to the open book lying there and the piece of machinery next to it. A simple mechanical structure, a hard drive sealed behind zip-lock, angrily broken into hundreds of pieces only magic could fix. A perfect, small job for an intern or two. The book she chose to use, however, wasn’t as simple. An ancient tome of many rites of passage. Not uncommon, but certainly not for beginners. A tome on blood magic. It had proven helpful for other jobs, who could fault her for thinking it would work now? She found it in the office reliquary under the ‘Repair and Fortify’ section for the gods’ sakes. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hold on,” she took the hefty book in one hand and scanned the pages with vigour.

“It hurts,” he moaned, not pleasurably. The thing above his thighs pulsed red, too red for someone as pale as him, “it won’t stop fucking throbbing! It feels like it’s going to explode Hek!”

“How big is your penis?”

“What? I beg your fucking pardon! It’s right there I’m pretty sure you can get a rough fucking estimate!”

“Stop the sarcasm. I’m being serious,” she spoke in a dull, but thoughtful monotone. Her eyes, encased in amber that glittered under her thick specs, punctured through her charcoal dark-elven skin as she scanned the pages, “on a regular day, how big is your dick?”

“I don’t kno-“

“Hard. What’s it’s size hard?” her deep tones, from the back of her throat, muttering that one word: Hard. The emphasis on the ‘-aar’. That made him even more so, as much as it hurt already.

“Ah- it stings! Urgh, I mean, On a normal Felsday? About six inches,” upon him saying six inches, her eyes widened in glee. Like before, not glee for the usual reason anyone on their knees in front of an (estimated) seven-and-a-half-inch penis would be. This was a different kind of glee. The glee of a scientist planting a foot and breaking ground.

“It worked? Oh ho! It fucking worked!”

“What? It’s supposed to take the pieces of the hard drive and bound them back together. Why the fuck would a repair spell make my dick hard?” as Pelleas powered through the gritting pain to voice his confusion, Hek rolled her eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses and scoffed.

“That’s not the point! That was a nth tier spell! You should be glad we’re even still alive, I had no idea I could pull something like that off!”

“What? All we had to do is repair a hard drive, why pull something out of that book that could fucking kill us?”

“Variety.”

“Oh,” he rolled his eyes just as she did “oh fuck you.” Trying to ignore the fact that she was pleasantly surprised, he scoffed at her and attempted a foolhardy clapback, “yeah, well, of course it would take magic for you to get me hard.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to do that anyway, sorry for messing up and making that mistake,” she stifled a smirk. As awful as this situation was, she did love the ribbing. But this was different. They’d laugh and rib between classes always but this, she felt differently towards it. Was it because of…? No, that can’t be it. Though, she did wonder. She lifted a finger to the head, the light reflecting off the bulbous flesh. It was moist. Clear liquid had trickled out slightly. She wasn’t sure if that was part of the spell.

“You’re taking your sweet-ass time down there,” Pelleas ran a hand through his blonde, messy hair, only a couple of unkempt weeks from becoming matted. As dirty as it was, it had a lot of colour variation. From afar it probably looked kind of cute. Pelleas wondered if the space between his head and his dick was far enough. He gave a forcefully cocky smile, “I’m not complaining.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in excruciating pain?” she shoved her finger forward, touching his engorged head and squishing it slightly. He winced.

“Is there any way we can fucking solve this? You did look in the book right.”

“Yeah, there is.”

“Oh?”

“We bleed your dick out.”

“Oh.”

“Hmph,” she narrowed her eyes, a movement emphasised by the bottle-cap escort çapa thick glass sitting on either end of her nose.

“Hek, that’s not an option.”

“I know. Shit man, I honestly think there’s only one thing we can do,” she stood up, her hand uncomfortably swaying idly next to his member. His eyes widened. “Carlie stays at her office late on Felsdays. She’ll know what the hell to do about this.”

“Hek,” Pelleas sounded uneasy, like he was cautioning a cat to hop off a china-laden cabinet, “I appreciate your commitment, but I’m not walking up to my boss with my dick out.”

“Then put it in your pants then? Pretty obvious,” she felt her hand wander idly, pondering the logistics of their next course of action, “okay, I’ve got a pretty good relationship with Carlie. She’s helped me out of multiple situations just like this.”

“With dicks involved?”

“What?! No! Hells no. I mean- she’s seen me drunk, so she knows me on that level- fuck it, it’s the only option we have,” with a wry chuckle, Hek looked to the book on the floor, her hands fiddling at her sides thoughtlessly.

“You gonna lead the way?”

“Of course.”

“Then stop playing with my dick and lead the way then,” Pelleas face was unassuming. Hek’s eyes widened as she looked down to see her hand softly squeezing his erect dick.

“Oh! I- I didn’t mean to,” her sudden shock, her head being pulled out of the clouds, made her instinctively give it a startling squeeze. He grunted. She pulled her hand away, “I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t know I was-“

“Let’s just get going, it’s really starting to hurt.”

“Did you try bleeding it?” the small tusks glimmered in the shine of the desk-lamp, clean and white and jutting out of Carlie’s mouth. She lifted a deep emerald, orcish hand to the ethereal haze in front of her, putting a finger into it and pulling forward slightly. The haze fluttered above a projector of some kind, sitting in the middle of her overstuffed workbench.

“I mean, no,” Pelleas tilted his head in confusion, “she thought of that though,” Carlie smirked at Hek, amused and surprised. Her blue eyes, so smug and dismissive, made the space between Hek’s legs tense and quiver.

“How do we lift the spell,” Hek was blunt, rejecting the feeling between her legs.

“Oh come on now Hek,” she spoke with a laugh, following it with a tone a bit too sultry, “you know how.”

“We’re not fucking!” Pelleas spoke loudly, “and if that really was the solution, I’m sure I’d be able to find a bathroom and sort myself out there.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” with a defeated sigh, Hek looked over to Carlie, “look, the book I was using was the Encyclopedia of Connective Blood Magic, it’s fairly old but since it was in the general reliquary, I thought I’d be able to use it.”

“Mhmm,” stifling a chuckle, Carlie turned from the mechanical apparatus and to Hek, a smirk had crept itself over her face. A professional’s smirk at a beginner’s folly.

“And it worked for repairing wires and two-piece breakages so I thought I’d be able to use a nth level bonding spell from it to repair the hard drive you gave us and I just want to know why the hell it made Pelleas’ dick hard to be honest,” she sounded out of breath, sick of the whole situation before it had even properly begun. With a raise of her thick eyebrows, Carlie responded clinically.

“A bonding spell,” Carlie enunciated the word ‘bonding’, bringing bold attention to it, “not a repairing spell. These days, these are considered the same, but generations upon generations ago, bonding spells, however…were different,” Carlie opened her eyes wider, gauging to see if either of them got at what she was insinuating. They blankly stared, invested but unanswering. She rolled her eyes, “they are supposed to repair broken things of a non-physical type. They have multiple names in the modern alchemic lexicon. Romantic Enhancements, Unrebounds, Familial Strengthenings, Siblingisers.”

“Oh, gods,” both Hek and Pelleas groaned in dismay.

“Funny. I thought spells like that can only be cast when there already exists a personal connection,” Carlie had retired to her chair, setting aside the arcane artefact she was working on and feigning disinterest. Rubbing a thumb against her polished, dark red nails, “father to son, mother to daughter, husband to wife, lover to lover-“

“We are nothing like that,” Pelleas snapped.

“I haven’t gotten to my point,” she gazed at him with those eyes again, like a tomahawk right to his mouth. “Physical connection under complete unbroken focus. That is one possible way the bonds set by blood magic can be broken. The slap of a caring mother, the ungiven touch of a lover, the gripping hand on your scalp of a one-night stand who you assumed wanted to be something more. Physicality is the point, a rejection of the magically-imposed emotion. To take advantage of how the blood rushes in specific circumstances, like that one, for instance.” With her pen, she pointed escort fatih to tent Pelleas was pitching, flashing him a sarcastic and spikey grin. “Stop being coy you two, you wouldn’t have been here in the first place if loving intimacy wasn’t something, you’d both want from each other.”

“Oh- bullshit,” Hek reacted instantly, a scoff in her voice. A forced scoff, like she was only pretending to discard what Carlie was saying. She went silent, tight-lipped and glaring at Carlie, “okay, fine, what do we do?”

“You need to use each other. Deny the possible romance and devolve into making use of each other’s bodies. Nothing more.”

“We are not going to just start fucking,” Pelleas looked over to Hek as she spoke and for the first time noticed how angry she looked. Far more than flustered, her eyebrows had conjured themselves down into a few angry puffs away from a scowl. She remained calm.

“Never said that you were. I’m just telling you that you’re thinking about this wrong. Magic like this is too old, even I’m not sure if a physical denial of ephemeral romance is a way to break the spell- oh, aside from the ‘cutting his dick’ part. That would work, you were on the right track there! Ha!” she gave a guttural, sudden laugh.

“Do you think this shit is a joke!” Pelleas stepped forward, groaning in pain as he took a step forwards, “you know what? Fuck it.”

“Dude. Dude!” with the swift rip of a zipper and a shove downward, Pelleas’ dick flopped out from under his underpants, veins standing proud and his length peculiarly longer than before. Carlie looked on, unblinking and unphased.

“No, no I’m sorry Hek, we’re solving this right the fuck now. Fix this shit,” with heavy panting and stiff lips, Pelleas glared at Carlie. Carlie’s face remained unchanged. Calmly, with a casual tone, Carlie opened her mouth.

“Hek.”

“Y- yes?”

“Would you be a dear and put Pelleas’ cock in your mouth please?” Hek felt tense at Carlie’s words, at her blank and almost caring tone. At the underlying soothingness below it.

“I’m-“

“Unless you have an issue with doing that. In which case, I hope you are both prepared for a long and loving relationship. You do know how to suck dick right?”

“Yes, I…I do know how to suck dick.”

“So, you’re fine with putting his dick in your mouth?”

“I…yes, yes I am,” Hek’s once-solid demeanour had changed, abruptly, to something else. She seemed much more relaxed. Her voice was higher pitched, her anger replaced with an oddly agreeable tone. Quite submissive. Pelleas squinted at her. She wasn’t salivating, but her lips lay slack by an inch. Did she want this? Surely, she didn’t, but it made Pelleas wonder. That familiar feeling between her legs twinged again, as she clumsily got down on her knees in front of his dick once more. “I’m- I’m sorry about this. I don’t mean to take advantage of the situation.”

“Urgh, again you’re not getting it,” with a slight growl, Carlie rolled her eyes, “you are taking advantage of the situation to break the spell- gods if I have to repeat myself one more time…”

“Don’t apologise,” Pelleas’ smiled, trying to ignore Carlie, “I just want to get this ov-ohhhkay.” As she lowered her head down onto his head, he trailed off, being taken completely off guard. She worked her tongue over the creases of his foreskin, in the folds at the bottom of the tip. Lips puckered softly over his engorged head, she focused, pushing her glasses up her face and breathing in through her nose.

“Sorry, what was your name again,” Carlie cut through his sudden absent-mindedness, “focus, boy. Tell me your name.”

“I…” soft slurps came up from below him as he tried to focus, “Pelleas.”

“Elven, right? A human with an elven name… ‘Pelleas’ Tell me about Hek. Anything at all. Let’s start with how you met,” she was starting to lower her mouth downward now, leaving the shaft to focus on the length of his cock. Hek breathed in sharply through her nose as she pushed her head forward, tilting it ever-so-slightly upward, allowing him to slide her throat with ease. She fought a gag, her face turning red as she held herself in place for a moment, before sliding back.

“Mphhl- laahh,” she let out a soft moan as his dick slid out of her mouth, “st- start with the lab tutor…” She huffed another breath in and pushed her head down onto him.

“Ohh shit,” he stifled a louder moan, gripping the sides of the table tightly, his hands turning red. “We…we were both having issues with our- fuck. Urgh, we were both having issues with our lab technique around two years ago. We joined an after-class tutoring session and-“

“Mmmph,” letting out a long and pronounced moan, Hek’s vibrations travelled out of her throat and into Pelleas.

“Don’t tell me…” Pelleas winced, his voice trying to upkeep a twinge of feigned disgust, “d- don’t tell me that talking about the time we met is…is turning you on Hek.” He looked down at her, her eyes escort nişantaşı closed, thick eyelashes batted over, eyes squinting hard. He noticed movement, very brisk movement. Her hand had slipped under her skirt and was going at it furiously. “Oh my god,” he sounded dismayed, lustfully dismayed.

“And?” Carlie looked on, unphased. At least, it didn’t seem like she was that phased.

“A- and?” with the memory of a goldfish, his eyes winced as he glared at Carlie.

“Urgh, and what did you see?” rolling her eyes, Carlie picks at random something for him to answer to. Something pretty generic: appearances, “and keep it to surface level. Tell me what you saw not felt, saw.”

“I…uh, I saw a girl with long, long orange hair, which…surprised me because, because her skin was so dark. From her eyes I could tell she was a dark elf but, her eyes- ah,” he whimpered as his cock slid out from Hek’s throat. From the bottom of his idling gaze, he caught her looking up at him, stroking his member very slowly, collecting her saliva in her hand and spreading it evenly across his whole length. Through the darkness of her skin, two luminous sparks looked up at him. It made him even harder.

“What’s wrong?” with a mocking undertone, Carlie leaned forwards in her chair. “She’s looking up at you Pelleas. Why not look back?”

“I- I can’t.”

“Why?” a cocky smirk came over her mouth as she leaned back, “keep going. What were her eyes like? What were the eyes of this body you are now using like.”

“Her eyes were just…very bright, as orange as her hair. They were so big, taking up so much of her face. I’m not a language student dude I can’t keep describing-“

“Keep going,” her voice was stern, scalding almost. Dominative, with all the connotations that came along with it. It gave him a shot of adrenaline that he needed. One he liked a bit too much for his comfort. He reached down, running his hands over Hek’s long, pointed ears. She let out a whimper, her breath brushing up against his dick.

“They were…I don’t know the word.”

“Find a word then. You’re not a fucking idiot are you?” Carlie’s mocking did exactly what it needed to, sending that small shock of anger and arousal down his spine and into his cock. His hands gripped Hek by the ears, pulling her away from his dick. She knew what was coming. Hek opened her mouth.

“Sultry! they were sultry, okay? It’s such a corny word, but they fucking were,” Hek spluttered and groaned as Pelleas’ forced her head down onto his dick. Her throat enveloped it in a matter of seconds. Then, he starting pumping, holding her head in place and pumping away madly.

“Ha! That is corny,” with a scoff, Carlie tapped her fingers impatiently on the table next to her. She crossed her legs and tilted her head upward, seemingly very comfortable in having sway over Pelleas’ actions. “Too corny. Don’t make me gag, you got a perfectly good whore in front of you that’s better suited to that than me. Fuck this whore’s cheap face.”

“Hmmng,” what sounded like a groan of anger throttled through Pelleas’ dick.

“Oh? You don’t like it when I call you that?” Carlie was enjoying herself a bit too much. Her mouth had curled itself into a devious grin. Her eyes were eager, hungry and invested in what was going on in front of her. But her degradation pushed both of them along nicely, as Pelleas was pulling her mouth vigorously on and off his dick. She did a surprisingly good job keeping it down, only letting up for the occasional splutter or quick gag. “Good. Hate it. Hate how he uses you, there is no love between you, just the lustful thrusts of two bodies making use of one another. I mean look at you Hek, what other word is there for someone who can take it down their throat that easily? No matter, perhaps we should go back to what you were saying about her eyes, Pelleas?”

“Wh- why?”

“I just think you can do better than just ‘sultry’-“

“Dick sucking eyes.”

“Good! There you go!”

“Dick sucking eyes!” as he shouted it louder, Pelleas’ skin turned bright red with shame as the words instinctively left his mouth. His hands let go of Hek’s eyes. She kept going, the same speed. He thought he was forcing her head down, but now he wasn’t in control, as if he ever was. Again, he liked this feeling way too much. How unfortunate for him that her mouth felt just as good. Just as good and he hated it, “fuck! I feel so filthy saying it, just her eyes were so good that…fuck, your mouth Hek. It’s-“

“Stop getting distracted!” Carly firmly jeered, “‘her eyes were so good that’, that what?”

“That I…I just wanted to see her on her knees looking up at me, like- just eyes perfect to stare into while…I- I sound like a pervert when I say it out loud like this.”

“Say what?”

“Say that I- I want to see those eyes fucking p- painted in cum”

“Haha! That is devilishly perverted,” she loved teasing him, almost as much as he loved being teased. She was struggling to not slip a hand under her dress. “But we’re beyond that now. Tell me, why aren’t you staring down at her? Since you just love those eyes so very much.” He felt his hips quake, his pelvis buckling and his muscles around his crotch contract.

“I’m close,” he murmured, “I can’t.”

“Look down Pelleas.”

A Game of Inches Ch. 04

Anal

I sat at my desk turning the coin over and over in my fingers. The woman on the face was as beautiful as ever; the libidinous couple on the back remained as arousing as any modern porn I’d seen lately. I’d locked the diabolical coin in my home safe that morning, determined to leave it there for the next three days, but before I could get to the end of the driveway I had to stop and go back for it.

I was convinced that I had to have it with me to keep it safe, but I was only lying to myself. What I couldn’t part with was the promise it offered. Holding it made me more than what I was. I felt more confident with the ancient token in my possession — even though it was responsible for causing my dick to shrink. I also didn’t want to give up on the ancillary benefits of having desirable women flirting with me in a way I’d never experienced before, nor would again once my time with the magical coin was done.

I paused once again to consider the 69ing pair. Her legs were parted in a way that suggested wanton lust had overcome her otherwise habitual modesty. Her mouth was open and ready to receive his engorged manhood. The graceful lines of her face showed a longing anticipation for the sexual gifts she was about to exchange with her lover. I felt the improbable urge to pull my cock out and jerk off right there at my desk. I gripped my growing erection through my pants.

“What are you playing with there?”

I’d been caught! Job, marriage, and dignity all down the drain because of a single indiscreet moment. How could I be so stupid?

I looked up and saw Emily standing at the threshold of my office. My heart raced as my stomach dropped. Would she run straight to H.R.? Or call me out for a pervert and humiliate me in front of my coworkers before filing a complaint?

“So shiny,” she said, her eyes alighting on the coin I was holding between my fingers. “I like shiny things.”

Relief flooded through me like a cold stream. I took only a moment to relish my reprieve from ruination before shifting the coin to my palm and holding it out to her. Emily moved into my office with a few sensual strides. I’d noticed that she was cute when she first started at the company a few weeks ago but never noticed her movements to be anything but commonplace. Perhaps the change had something to do with the candy-apple red leggings she had on. The way they gripped fast to her legs and hips left little to the imagination as to what she would look like naked from the waist down. She must know what this did to every man (and many of the women) who saw her. That our otherwise ordinary intern was transformed into a deliberately sexual creature merely by her wardrobe choices was highly intriguing to me.

“So pretty,” she breathed when she got close.

Instead of taking it from my hand as I’d expected, she held my wrist and ran a finger over the raised profile of the goddess. She moved to flip it over. I should have warned her, but I wanted to see her reaction. Emily laid the warm silver disc back onto my open palm.

“Oh, my. Look at that.” She gave me a sideways glance that came with a barely suppressed smirk. “They’re having fun, aren’t they?”

“I expect so.”

Her finger traced the orally fixated figures. “I wouldn’t mind being in her place right now.”

“Perhaps you can bring it up with your boyfriend tonight.” My pulse was quick, knowing that I shouldn’t be talking to this girl in such a suggestive manner. Very unprofessional.

Her pout was adorable to the point that it made me want to rub my dick all over her face. “I swore off men six months ago after I broke up with the loser I was seeing. My girlfriends tell me I have terrible taste when it comes to guys, but there are parts of having a boyfriend I really miss.”

“Oh? What parts are those?”

She tapped her fingernail on the coin and I looked down to see she was indicating the long, curved shaft of the man’s cock. “I don’t want another boyfriend, but I really need that part…if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Emily.” I swallowed hard. It was happening again. She was ensorcelled by the magic of the coin. I’d been leering at her for weeks and the gods were using her to torment me. I knew in no uncertain terms that I could have this young woman — violate her in almost any way I could imagine. Use her body to fulfill whatever immoral pleasure I could conceive of. But there would be consequences.

Not just the emasculating horror of losing more of my already diminished penis, but there would be another blow to my concept of who I was. I never considered myself weak-willed, but if I gave in I would have to accept that I was. I’d always been loyal to my wife. I might have been able to forgive myself for Gloria — chalk it up as a minor, one-off indiscretion — but if I did anything with Emily, I would be a confirmed adulterer. And, aside from all that, would she simply laugh when she saw my very unimpressive five-and-a-half-inch dick?

Emily looked deep into my escort taksim eyes and apparently found what she was searching for. She went to my door, closed it, and made a deliberate show of locking it. She turned and leaned her back against the door and favored me with another one of those irresistible pouts.

“You didn’t even notice my Casual Friday outfit. I picked it out just for you.”

This drew my attention back to her attire. Emily had on a small black top that was once again too clingy to be strictly appropriate for the office. Her small breasts strained against the fabric, struggling for attention. Her lower half was sheathed in the shiny leggings that were the red version of the others she had on earlier in the week. When she turned to present me an opportunity to appraise her backside, it was obvious she once again had to go without panties. This outfit was anything but casual.

“They feel so good on me,” she explained as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. “I was worried about getting a camel toe. You can’t see anything down there, can you?”

“Uh…ahem…no. No camel toe.”

She pinched the waist of her leggings and hiked them up tighter. “How about now?”

The swells of her outer labia had become blatantly evident, along with an enticing crease dividing them along the center. I leaned forward and took a good, long look. I was ashamed that it required so little effort for this girl to strip away all of my moral resolve with one simple move. I dropped the coin in a drawer, foolishly deciding the price I’d pay was worth just one more minor indiscretion.

“I can see it all very clearly now.”

“You probably think girls who walk around like this are sluts, don’t you?” Her coquettish manner was something I hadn’t seen from her before.

I was never one to pick up on the subtle clues that women gave off, but this time my instincts read the signs easily.

“Yes I do, Emily,” I said with a stern edge to my voice, doing my best impression of a boss.

“Do you think I’m a slut?”

“Only a slut would come to work dressed like that. Showing off your ass in those tight pants. Teasing all the men in the office with your long, sexy legs. Parading around with your breasts shamelessly on display. Are you even wearing a bra today, young lady?”

Emily bit her thumb and shook her head like a child that had been caught doing something naughty.

“And now you come into my office with the brazen intention of exciting me with your temptations.”

“Did I?” She moved with feline silkiness toward my desk. “Excite you, I mean.” She pushed aside the few pieces of office brick-a-brac I had on my desk and slid one of her red-clad ass cheeks onto the space she’d made. “Did I make your cock hard? I’m sorry, Marc, I really didn’t mean to.”

It was all the more sexy for us both knowing that was a lie. “Nevertheless, Emily, you have made my cock extremely hard. If you want to keep this job, you’d better do something about it.”

She lifted her knees and spun around on my desk to face me. I noticed that her black high heels put the finishing touches on her transformation from perky office girl to horny seductress. She placed those heels on the arms of my chair, thus corralling me with her legs. It was the exact pose from my fantasies.

“Maybe you could rub your hard cock against my slutty camel toe. That might take care of things.”

Emily shifted effortlessly from my desk to my lap. It only took her a few seconds to find my erection with her crotch. When she did, she began grinding on me. The material of her leggings was nearly frictionless against my dress pants. Her softness pressed against my hardness. Her hands went behind my neck and she pulled me to her. My hands went to her ass and encouraged her to grind harder. We were forehead to forehead as she worked her body atop mine. Small, restrained sounds of pleasure began to escape her throat, then her mouth suddenly found my lips. She kissed me passionately like I was a lover she hadn’t been with for a long time. She stroked me faster with her pussy. I became worried I would cum too soon and this joyous moment would be spoiled before it reached its natural climax.

I kissed Emily back and let my hands explore upward. Her body still had the slender fragility of youth. I think my wife has a sexy body, but she has become more…substantial over the years. Not fat by any means, but in a way that’s more subtle. My wife is a woman in no uncertain terms; the lively intern in my lap was still very much a girl.

“Is that helping?” Emily panted, lightly biting my lower lip.

“It’s making things worse, actually.” My hands cupped her small breasts through her thin top. “Or better, depending on how you look at it.”

“Maybe I should suck your cock. I think that would be a good idea.” She arched her back in response to my thumbs finding the stiff nubs of her nipples. “Please let me suck your cock. Please…”

I savored her escort etiler words. Never had a woman, or girl, begged for me like that before. It felt good to be wanted, desired, needed in such a visceral way. I nodded and she slipped down onto the floor in front of me like a worshipful penitent. She unzipped my trousers and a flash of pink showed. My stomach clenched with the humiliating fear that this is where our liaison might suddenly end. I was wearing Gloria’s satin panties!

I’d gone back and forth that morning, debating with myself over whether or not I should honor Gloria’s parting request that I wear her panties for what promised to be a second encounter at the coffee shop. I’d sworn off using the coin, but was desperately trying to puzzle out if fucking Gloria again would count against me. Paul had said I could sleep with four women. This implied four different women. If I fucked the same woman twice, that wouldn’t count, right? While the argument raged in my head, I went ahead and put the panties on just to see what it would be like. They probably wouldn’t even fit.

They were tight around my thighs as I pulled them up. I had to wriggle and tug to get them all the way on. By the time I did, my abbreviated cock was almost at full attention. The satin panties were more than snug, but I was surprised at how good that felt. But there was more to it than just that.

The satin was almost like a second skin, and yet so much better. The slippery coolness awakened every nerve that was touched by the captivating fabric. I rubbed my cock through the panties and shivered with the feeling it gave me inside and out. I reached around and rubbed my own ass. I don’t consider myself a narcissist, but I had never been so enthralled with the touch of my own body before. I grabbed my cock roughly and squeezed it hard, fighting the compulsion to jerk off on the spot.

Instead, I let go, put my panties — Gloria’s panties — back in order, and then checked myself out in the mirror. My first impression was that I looked like a sissy. A poor excuse for a man. A pervert in ladies’ underwear. The way the light shimmered off of the pink satin as I moved caught my eye. It was entrancing…like the panties were made of liquid sexuality. And not only could I see it, but I could feel it. I looked at myself from different angles until I noticed a wet spot forming where the tip of my penis was.

I pulled the waistband out and saw that I was leaking pre-cum. This confused me. I’d heard of this happening to men, but it had never happened to me. Was it something to do with the magic? I looked at myself again in the mirror, at the way my balls were being compressed within the glossy fabric, and knew it was because of the panties.

The decision to wear them or not became a simple one after that. No one would know, except possibly Gloria. I could enjoy this unique sensation all day and no one would have any idea. The source of my little smile would be my secret.

Gloria never showed up that morning at the coffee shop. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. There were plenty of other women who caught my eye, and most of them responded to my attention with a flirtation of their own. I had the sure sense that if I approached any one of them with a proposition they would have gladly joined me in the ladies’ room for a quick but satisfying fuck. But I wasn’t about to waste an inch of my dick for some random stranger. Or any woman, for that matter. At least that’s what I thought until I saw Emily in those wet-look leggings.

She peered up at me from between my legs with an expression of shock. No one was supposed to have known. I’d experienced embarrassment before, but nothing like this. To add to my mortification, there was another wet spot.

“Are you wearing women’s panties?”

It was going to take more than magic to salvage this situation. “Yes,” I croaked shamefully, my response barely audible.

She ran her touch over the satin encasing my hard shaft. “That is so fucking sexy.” Her lips spread into a genuine smile and there was a wicked gleam in her eye that hadn’t been there before. “I always thought of you as a straight-laced guy, Marc. If I had known underneath it all you were a kinky sex fiend, I would have done something like this a lot sooner.” With a quick move, she pulled my cock out and began sucking.

And, boy, did this girl know how to suck!

I watched her head bob up and down and felt an immediate adoration for her. Oral sex had become a rarity at home, and even when Carol did relent and service me with her mouth it was merely out of duty. Emily had a much different attitude. Rather than performing a noxious chore, she appeared to be engaged in a much-desired indulgence. She sucked and licked me with grateful exuberance — treating my cock as if it were a fabulous gift I’d given her. My heart swelled at her willing enthusiasm.

“You like that, Marc? You like fucking my mouth this way?”

“Oh, escort besiktaş Emily, you have no idea. It’s incredible.” I ran my fingers through her hair, then pushed her head down. There wasn’t a hint of resistance as she once again engulfed my cock with her talented mouth. As she sucked, her fingers played over my balls. The satin barrier between her touch and my scrotum only enhanced the experience all the more.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth…or in my pussy?”

I considered my choices for a moment. “Both,” I announced boldly. This seemed to excite her all the more, even though I had overpromised the extent of my sexual endurance. “But I want your pussy first.”

Emily licked the dribble of pre-cum oozing from my cock, then stood. “You’ll have to help me out of these.”

I wasted no time taking hold of the top of her leggings and pulling them down. The shiny red fabric folded over and came partway off her hips easily enough, but then I had to struggle.

“You’re going to have to help get them back on, too,” she giggled as I worked.

It took several tugs before I found confirmation that our young intern was a shaver. Her smooth, bald mound was revealed with aching slowness. I applied more strength to the task and was soon rewarded with an up-close view of her most private feminine crease. What a beautiful sight.

Once I’d worked her leggings down to her ankles, instead of kicking them off the rest of the way she sat back onto my desk, lifted her legs, and lassoed me. She pulled me closer.

“Get me wet,” she purred like the filthy little kitten she was.

I wasn’t about to deny her. I leaned forward and slid my tongue between her pillowy lips. It became immediately apparent that Emily needed no help getting wet. Her juices were plentiful and uniquely delicious. I’d always enjoyed Carol’s taste, but she was very self-conscious about me going down on her. She always assured me that it felt good, but I’d never been able to give my wife an orgasm with my tongue. I tried to put any thoughts of the woman I’d vowed to be faithful to out of my mind and focus on the flavors of the girl-cunt I was lucky enough to be feasting on at the moment.

“Yeah, stick your tongue up in me,” Emily moaned, her hips turning slightly. “God, that feels amazing. I need this so bad. Suck my clit, Marc. Please.”

I couldn’t resist giving her what she was pleading for and began suckling her stiff little button.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” She grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw her head back. “Suck me!”

I was hoping I was right in my theory that the magic of the coin would protect us and that no one in the office would hear the passionate sounds of sex coming from my office. The last thing I needed was for someone to walk in on this scandalous scene.

“Right there! Harder! I’m going to cum! Make me cum, Marc!”

It seemed impossible, but I realized I was about to get a girl to cum just from using my mouth. Either the coin was making me a better lover, or it wasn’t me who had been the problem all along.

“Suck it! Suck my pussy! Don’t stop! I’m cumming…I’m fucking cuuuummming! Aaiieeeee!”

I felt dizzy with triumph. Emily humped my face as she orgasmed. Fresh sex fluid flowed from her. Her thighs clapped tight around my head as she rode it out. It was hard to breathe, but I survived the series of spasms she twitched through before releasing me.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “I want your cock inside. I need it now!”

I stood and positioned my cock at her drenched opening. I caught sight of myself down there and a pang of fear hit me. Did I have enough left to satisfy her? Would I stick it in only to be laughed at? It didn’t matter — it was inconceivable that I could walk away from what was being offered. I needed it as much as she did.

I plunged forward and she let out a guttural groan as if I’d just filled her with ten inches of raw man meat. I put my worries aside and began fucking the tightest, wettest pussy I’d ever known (or probably ever would). Her heels dug into my back as she wrapped her legs around my middle and pulled me deeper into her with each thrust I delivered.

“Let me see your tits,” I growled more assertively than was normal for me.

Emily responded instantly, pulling her top up over her head and tossing it aside. Her nipples were tiny dark points atop a firm pair of high breasts. Even though her tight shirt had left little to the imagination, it was still a true treat to see them in the flesh.

“God, you fuck so good,” she moaned with sincerity. “You fuck my pussy so good with your cock.”

Emily fell back on my desk and grabbed her own tits. I renewed my grip on her hips and pounded into her with all I had, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Yes! Do it!”

The way her legs clamped around me made it clear she didn’t want me to pull out. Just like Gloria, she wanted me to cum inside her. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Ohh, fuuuck!” I shouted as I let loose.

Emily answered my orgasm with another of her own. Watching her writhe on my cock gave me a sense of power I’d never had before. To know that I was responsible for giving her that much pleasure filled me with a kind of pride I didn’t know was possible for someone like me.

A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08

Amateur

Chapter 8: The Role Model

George and Dawn crossed the threshold of their home. Upon finding the house empty, Dawn wrapped George up with her graceful arms and kissed him lovingly. Before George lost himself to her completely, he swept her up and carried her to his room. Not being able to touch her whenever he wanted at work was more difficult than he expected it to be. He was supposed to be a good role model and follow camp rules – meaning that public displays of affection where not encouraged. Now they had the whole house to themselves until his mother got home from work at six. That would give them plenty of time to be lovers again.

Without having to say it, the room was transformed into the sex pad he created earlier. He climbed onto the massive bed and laid her down. They kissed like two horny teenagers. Or, more accurately, one horny teenager and one perpetually aroused three day old genie servant. One couldn’t get enough of the urgent press from the other’s lips.

He had been given much practice since her arrival and he had learned to enjoy a tonguey smooch. It made him feel close to her, closer than he had ever felt to anyone he had ever known. It was a gift. He didn’t know from who or for what, but he was thankful.

He ran his hands up and down her curves in lustful fascination, rolling around the bed as the mood took him. He preferred her to be on top so that he didn’t need to worry about crushing her, although she showed no signs of discomfort when George gently pinned her to the bed.

Dawn wrapped her thighs around his waist and pulled him in as closely as she could. The room was filled with the sounds of her rapturous sighs and moans.

Their need for the other grew as the kiss went on. After their fantastic encounter during free-swim George was satisfied, but Dawn couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He loved that feeling, that she desired him in all ways, at any time. It was a great relief to be home and in private, where he didn’t have to hold back for fear of what someone might see, and let himself enjoy her fully without distraction. He became more and more aroused, but sex didn’t feel necessary. Kissing her, touching her, the soft warmth of her body, her legs wrapped around him. It all felt so perfect.

Eventually, his primal urges surfaced with a vengeance and he had to have her. He moved lower to kiss and caress her breasts, marveling at her soft and busty assets.

She pulled her shirt over her head without a word, leaving her clad in just her striped bikini. The cups contained her beautiful tits, but did nothing to hide them. Dawn was sensitive there, especially at her nipples, and cooed affectionately at his attention.

George moved lower, kissing her taut stomach. He traced the lines of her lightly defined muscles with his lips and drank in her sweet and musky scent.

Dawn giggled as his fingers grazed her sides, making her breasts jiggle slightly.

Inspired by her laughter, George gave her a loud raspberry right in the middle of her stomach.

“That is so weird!” she squealed. “Do it again!”

He gave her a good one right in her belly-button.

Her hysterical giggling compelled him to give her more raspberries over her stomach, breasts, neck and anywhere else he could reach. She rolled around as she made half-hearted attempts at impeding him. But when George stopped, she pouted until he kissed her once more.

“You are so mean,” she whimpered.

“Nuh-uh, I’m really nice sometimes.”

“Sometimes, yes, but right now you are teasing me. I thought you were a kind master. I guess I was wrong.”

George caught the playful twinkle in her eye. “Well, I guess I’ll have to prove it too you then,” he replied.

“And how are you going to do that, Meanie?”

George smiled wickedly. “Take your shorts off,” he ordered.

Dawn’s eyes widened at his sudden order. With alacrity George had never seen, Dawn shucked off her shorts and bikini bottoms and waited excitedly for her next order.

George wedged his hands between her knees, and slowly pulled her thighs apart.

Dawn was panting in anticipation, “Are you really going to… oh George!”

He traced his finger down her inner thigh towards her already glistening lips. Everywhere his finger went, his lips soon followed. He slowly covered her quivering flesh in slow reverent kisses.

Dawn watched anxiously as he inched his way closer. She was almost holding her breath as he grazed his lips across her clit, and breathed heavy in frustration as he kissed back up her other thigh.

“See, you are mean,” she pouted.

As soon as he reached her knee he began to work his way back down towards her pussy. He stopped just short, and asked slyly, “Are you sure?”

She leaned her head back and shouted, “I was kidding! I did not mean it! You are kind, and sweet, and smart and handsome and well hung and well-spoken and… and…”

“And?”

“And… you smell good?”

He was about to flick her clit with his tongue, but upon escort şişli hearing her last concession he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, just eat my pussy already! Please?”

“Well why didn’t you just say that?” he joked. Without another word, he dipped down and kissed her clit. He sucked on it lightly at first, then swirled his tongue around the engorged nub. Dawn’s cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He became determined to show Dawn’s amazing pussy the same reverence he held for the rest of her. He didn’t rush. He took the time to explore every nuance of her sex with his fingers and tongue.

“Oh, Master! I love your mouth and your lips and your tongue! Oh please! Fuck my pussy with your mouth!”

Dawn would squeal when he reached a spot that was particularly sensitive, and worshiped that spot for a bit, taking note of its position. He found several spots like that. Obviously, her clit was one of them, but so were the folds surrounding it, along with the very inside edges of her opening. The best results came when he stimulate two, or three spots at once.

“I cannot believe… Oh George!”

George was still learning, but did his best to prolong her first orgasm for as long as he could. However, Dawn was so receptive to anything he did that she went over the edge much more quickly then he wanted. Within five minutes she let loose an electrifying orgasm. He crawled up between the valley of her bosom to kiss her as her orgasm subsided. But he didn’t feel like it was enough.

“Are you ready for another one?” he asked when he could wrench his tongue away from hers.

“I am always ready,” she breathed. “But, are you going to let me take care of you soon?”

He almost laughed, “All you do is take care of me. Let me take care of you for a change.”

“W-what did I do to deserve this?” she managed, as she gazed up at him in post-orgasmic awe.

“What? I can’t go down on my girlfriend without a reason?”

“Of course you can. You can do anything you want to me,” she laughed. “I was just wondering if I did anything in particular to make you want to pleasure me so much.”

George shrugged, “I don’t know. You make me happy. Isn’t that enough?”

She replied only with a sultry and loving smile.

He dipped down between her legs and began again. He didn’t know why, but it was fun for him. It made her feel really good, and it gave him a measure of satisfaction to know that he was able to give her pleasure without anything in return. Though the hardness in his shorts was telling of how much he enjoyed it, and how much he needed release.

After her third orgasm, Dawn was almost wheezing with pleasure. “No more! Please, I need you inside me! Please fuck me, Master!”

George was hard as a rock and throbbing with desire for her. But just as he was about to strip off his remaining clothing, the doorbell rang, and startled him out of his lustful stupor. He jumped off the bed and made for the window to see who it was. He couldn’t see the front door, but he could see a yellow sedan with the Walt’s Wiches logo painted on the door.

“It’s Lindsey. What’s she doing here?” murmured George in frustration. His cock felt painfully full inside his shorts.

“Well, we did say she could come over any time. I guess she is taking us up on the offer. Though, I did not expect it to be so soon.”

“Crap. What do I do?”

Dawn sighed lustfully, “Invite her up here and let her watch. Or let her join in. I do not care.”

The image of Dawn and Lindsey writhing on his bed tempted him to wish it true. But he controlled himself. “That would be something. But not today, babe.”

“Would she leave if we did not answer the door?” she asked hopefully.

“No. My car’s out there. And she’ll just come inside anyway. She’s always been allowed to make herself welcome here.”

Dawn rubbed her thighs together and eyed him seductively. “Invite her in then,” she purred. “I want to see her. All of her.”

George eyed her knowingly. “Hey, leave my lesbian friend alone.”

She giggled, “Aww, what is the matter? Afraid I might make an honest carpet-muncher out of her?”

From downstairs, they could hear the front door open and shut. “George?” called Lindsey. “I brought booze!”

“I’m gonna go greet her,” said George.

“Alright,” said Dawn with determination. “Would it be okay if I took a shower? My hair is all full of chlorine.”

He chuckled in amusement, “You don’t need my permission. Go ahead.”

She snapped her fingers, “Right, I keep forgetting. I will be quick.”

“Oh, Dawn, before you go,” he began. “I wish for you to have an incredibly powerful orgasm in the shower. Let’s make it the most powerful you’ve had yet, only you won’t pass out this time. And it will happen when you least expect it.”

Tingle. Flash. Dawn covered her mouth in shock before dashing off for the shower.

George headed downstairs to meet Lindsey. She was in the kitchen with several large beyoğlu escort shopping bags. George took in a sharp breath as he caught sight of her.

“What up, George,” she greeted with a bright smile.

“Uh… hi?” he managed.

It had taken George a long time to realize that he had been attracted to Lindsey. He had always liked her as a friend, but was never able to allow himself to think of her as a woman. However, as she stood there in the kitchen pulling beer and sandwiches out of bags, George’s healthy affection turned into full on lust.

She was wearing her yellow polo from work, but the buttons were completely undone. It was much tighter too, like it had been shrunk in the wash. Instead of the pants she normally wore to work, she had on a pair of khaki shorts that her father (despite his easy going nature) would not appreciate. Gone were her glasses, and her jade green eyes were on display once more. But what really sent him over the edge was her hair. It was down. For the first time that he could remember, her long fiery hair was hanging free.

“George?” she asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“Wha?” asked a slackjawed George.

“You’re staring at me again,” she said, almost with a giggle.

“Uh… sorry. It’s just that… you’re hot.”

Lindsey blushed, but managed to play it off with a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

George felt his heart fluttering towards her. Her body demanded that he stare, but when she blushed, George swooned. He knew then that Dawn had been right all along. Something had to happen between them.

He recovered before things got weird, and said, “No, for real. You probably hear this all the time, but you’re a real babe.”

She sighed in frustration. “It’s just the uniform, and all this makeup. Dad thinks that he can pull in some more business if he dresses me up like a Diner Dash Barbie.” She glared at him playfully, “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Me? What did I do?” he laughed.

“Dad saw that little stunt you and sleeping beauty pulled. He actually paid the kid fifty bucks for those pictures off of his phone. He wants to put me on the all the promotional materials now.”

He shrugged, “You could always say no.”

She shrugged, “I could. But…”

“What?”

“It’s… kinda fun,” she admitted finally. “And he gets so excited about it. You’d think he was starting his shop all over again.”

“Wow. So staring at boobs has actually done some good for the world,” said George in mock wonder.

“Hey!” she laughed as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “Watch it, buster! You’re already in deep shit!”

George threw his hands up, “I’m a guy! I like tits! You’re right, I’m weird.”

Lindsey laughed. “I can see you like tits. What’s Dawn packin’? D’s? E’s?”

“She said somewhere in there, yeah. What are yours? They ain’t small.”

Lindsey gasped and covered her breasts with her hands, presumably to show modesty.

George thought it odd that she needed to cup them to do that.

“Would you knock it off!” she ordered, even as her hands rested lightly on her cleavage. “I feel like I’m talking to the brother I never had nor wanted about things best never spoken off.”

He threw his hands up again, “Alright, fine. I’m just say’n, they look nice.”

“Yeah, right. You see one pair and suddenly you’re an expert.”

George had a naughty idea. “Care to wager on that?”

Lindsey squinted at him, like if she stared hard enough she could see through him. Slowly, she said, “Okay…”

“If I can guess the cup size of the bra you’re wearing right now, you have to let me see you in just a bra.”

“No fucking way!” she yelled, though it was hard for George to take her seriously when she was smiling that widely.

“Oh come on, why not?” he whined. “That shirt is so tight, I can practically see them right now.”

“Because… you just… can’t,” she stammered. She was actively holding herself now, but turned slightly so her cleavage was out of view.

“How about this: if I’m wrong, I’ll let you see my tits,” he grinned.

She laughed. Then she let her eyes drop to the bulge in his shorts.

George hoped he knew what she was thinking. “Or, I can give you the male review treatment,” he said winking.

Lindsey was surprised, but her smile gave her away once again. “Oh really,” she laughed. “Will you give me the Thunder from Down Under treatment?”

“I don’t even know what that is. But if it means you’ll play the game, then fuck yeah!”

She smiled as she thought. Finally, she asked, “The exact size?”

He nodded.

“Alright, it’s a bet!” she squealed. “Oh I can’t wait to see how you weasel your way out of this one.”

George smiled widely. “Dawn? What’s Lindsey’s cup size?”

“S-Somewhere… in the C/D range.” Even speaking telepathically, Dawn sounded like she could cum at any moment. “Of course… it depends on her… m-menstrual cycle… a-and the bra manufacturer and…”

“I mean güngören escort right now. What’s the size of the bra she’s wearing?”

“34C. Oh! It is really nice too! Good material, and a little tight. S-So hot. Oh, Lindsey!”

Suddenly, George heard what sounded like a thump and a muffled scream.

“What was that?” asked Lindsey, baffled.

“What was what?” he replied dumbly.

She looked around, “I could have sworn I heard something.”

“Huh, weird.”

George had his answer, but wanted to see how far he could take this game. He stared at her chest and rubbed his chin. “Hmm,” he thought out loud, “let’s see here. There’s that, and that curves there, and intersects at that angle…” He began making exaggerated movements with his hands like he had tools to measure her with.

Lindsey looked at him like he was crazy, but chuckled the entire time.

He took a step towards her and leaned in to look more closely, “…then take the square root of the hypotenuse. Hey, turn around for a second.”

“What, like this?”

“Right. But put your arms up a little.”

“No,” she laughed as she covered herself once more. “You’re just trying to catch some side-boob.”

“Hey, c’mon, don’t be that girl. Just put your arms up for a second.”

“What does that even mean?” she mused. Though, she did raise her arms over her head.

George resumed his observations. “Okay, so I subtract that negative, drop the remainder, carry the two. Hmm, this is tough. Though it might be easier if I could get a feel for the weight.” He took another step towards her, his arms outstretched for a grope.

“Hey!” she shouted as she batted away his hands. “Get your meat-hooks away from me! You can look, but no touchy.”

“Oh well. Fair enough.” He took a knee so that his face was level with her chest, wrapped his hands around the curve of her back and pulled her in close.

“Uh, George? You’re touching me,” she said shakily. Though, she didn’t try to stop him.

He smirked. “What, I can’t touch you at all?” George had never been this playful with Lindsey before. But he was left feeling very frisky after his time with Dawn. He wasn’t afraid of the female body anymore. It now seemed like something intensely fascinating in all its softness, curves and the raw lust associated with it, that he felt like he needed to study it as closely as he could.

“No, you can touch me, it’s just…”

“What?” he asked cheekily. He let his hands roam over her back, making her shirt pull even tighter across her bust.

Lindsey put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. “Okay, okay! What’s your guess, Hands McGee?”

“If my calculations are correct… 34C,” he said triumphantly.

She looked surprised, but not for long. She pushed away from him. “Wrong! Thanks for playing. You forgot to account for the curvature of the earth. Now let’s see some tighty-whiteys!”

George eyed her suspiciously. He knew that Dawn wasn’t wrong, so Lindsey must have been trying to bluff him. The old George would never have even thought to play this game, but the new George was quite ready to call her bluff.

“Alright, what is it then?” he asked as he stood up.

“I’m not telling!”

“Then how do I know I’ve lost. I’ll need to see the tag before I concede defeat.”

Lindsey went a little pale, “I can’t show you, pervert. Just take my word for it.”

“Hey!” he whined, “that’s not fair!”

She tisk-tisked him and went back to the bags she brought with her. “See, I knew you would chicken out. Oh well.”

He couldn’t let it end like that. Throughout their relationship she had always been the dominant one. She was always the one to come out ahead in their dealings. And now, he knew why. She had been afraid, so she was putting the ball in his court knowing he would never actually do anything. It was a challenge, and for the first time in years, George had the courage to meet it.

Quietly, he moved behind her and slid his fingers just under the bottom of her shirt. Upon touching the skin around her hips, George felt an electric rush. He felt suddenly nervous as he touched his best friend in a way that was much more than friendly. But he didn’t want to stop.

She went a bit tense and began to shiver. “George,” she asked, surprised, “what are you doing?”

He wasn’t sure. At first, this was just another part of the game, to embarrass her, to have a little fun. But now, it felt like he was on the threshold of something dangerous. It was exciting and scary. She didn’t look like the nagging frumpy nerd he grew up with. She looked like a woman – a very sexy woman. He towered over her like he did Dawn, and he could feel goose bumps where his fingers rested on her skin.

“I think you’re lying. So I’m gonna have a look,” he whispered in her ear. He sounded confidant, but inside he was ready to feint.

“G-George, I…” she stopped as George began to slowly move his fingertips up her body, pushing the tight polo with it. She moved to block him, but then had a moment where she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands – stopping and starting a hundred different actions. She eventually settled on resting them on the kitchen counter, and bending very slightly to push back against him.

George felt his cock harden immediately.

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