A Vampiric Kind of Love

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This is the moment she’s been waiting for. She’s a huntress and she’s hunting her prey. This beauty, her long back hair cascading down her back and almost in front of her eyes as she kneels down, watching him from a distance. She has spotted her mate in the distance, doing the same.

She can barely resist the temptation of going over to him and having her way with him… “Patience”, she tells herself.

He’s always been her mate. They’ve been through so many lifetimes together. Vampires, they are. She’s been one for lifetimes, and he’s only been one for a few. She turned him when her father tried to kill him.

~Past, 1200s~

He was her slave, her lover, her human. Her father didn’t like vampires romping with humans. Who could blame him? But, she got pregnant. A miracle, mostly. But, it does happen.

Her father was furious, set out to kill him, but she got to him first.

“My father is going to kill you.”

“I know and i’d do it gladly.”

“I know, but you have to understand..he is malicious and he doesn’t and won’t pity you.”

“I’m human, I don’t expect him to pity me. I’m your slave and to him, that’s all I’ll ever be. I broke the rules when I fell in love with you, Hope. Even more when we had sex and I got you pregnant.”

“Would you let me turn you?”

“Yes.”

She smiles wickedly, knowing what she’ll do. She’s not that far along, so why can’t she make love with her man anyway?

She grabs his hands and leads him into her black, cold bedroom. Red satin is everywhere, but he’s been here so many times. This time is different though, this time he will become like her. He will become a vampire, he’s scared, but he would do anything for her, anything to be with her, just anything.

“Hope?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She slowly strips him, kissing and licking every inch that she uncovers. His shirt off, she flicks her tongue across his right nipple then sucks on it before moving to his left doing the same thing. His breath catches, he loves that so much.

She moves down his chest to his stomach, rolling her tongue around kağıthane escort his bellybutton. He braces himself against the pillars of her bed, almost pulling the canopy down. She chuckles, but she keeps moving down, to his buckle, undoing and pulling his dusty, dirty jeans and boxers off.

He’s all man. Hairy and so strong. She knows his heart has picked up speed. He’s nervous and horny all at the same time. She’s wrecking havvoc on him. She grabs his hard cock. He’s thick and long. She strokes him and looks up at him, watching his expression which screams lust.

She licks her lips before shoving the head of his cock in her mouth, as far as it’ll go before pulling him out and doing it again eventually she deep throats him. He growls and shifts against the pillars. She sucks him fast and hard before pulling him out and licks him from base to head. Again and again she does this.

He can’t stand up anymore, his knees are weak, so she stands up and allows him to sit on her bed before going back to the cock that she loves. Sucking and licking, loving and wanting more. She tries her best to not fuck him, just yet. She wants this to be a memorable experience for him. Everything will change.

Harder and faster, she sucks. Using her right hand, she plays with his balls, gently massaging them which she gets approval when he moans. Harder, harder, faster, faster. He’s so close to cumming, she pushes on. Soon, he lets loose and cums in her mouth. She swallows it all.

Moving away from him as she stands up. She looks at him. His eyes are glazed over in that post orgasmic bliss. Now, it’s her turn, she moves over to the bed, crawling on it. Moving to the middle before laying down. She spreads her legs out, reaching down with her right hand to stroke her clit. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel him shift on the bed, moving in between her legs.

She feels his hot breath on her pussy then she feels his tongue attack her. He inserts four fingers into her, but she knows he’s going to fist her. She cannot wait, she loves that! She lifts her hips when he does. Moving bayan escort istanbul in and out her, she can’t stand it. He’s got her spot and cums all over his hand and wrist, drenching him.

She pulls his hand out of her, pulling him up to her, she kisses him so deeply, so passionately before flipping them over so she’s on top of him. Straddling his hips, she rubs against his straining cock, that got hard again when he fisted her. She lifts up and slowly, inch by agonizing inch slides him balls deep inside her. She growls and he groans.

She sits up and rides him, hard, so very hard before leaning down. Kissing him again. She whispers in his ear, “are you sure this is what you want? This is your last chance to change your mind.” He whispers back, “Don’t stop, this is exactly what I want.” She looks at him and sees that he means it, wants this, wants to be with her and their child forever.

She moves to his neck, kissing him before she bites down. He winches, but he grabs her hips tight..not stopping her. She bites down on his jugular even harder, drawing blood. She licks it up. But, she never stops moving on him. Giving the pleasure with the pain.

She sits up and watches as her human lover dies. His spirit leaving him. He’s screaming in agony, but she holds him down with her hands on his shoulders. Soon, it’s over, he’s dead. She mourns this loss, her human lover is gone. The next few minutes seem like hours when he comes back. Gasping for air, he returns back to life, just not the life he has known.

“Welcome to the vampiric world, my love. You’re mine now. Forever.”

He’s angry and confused. She has stolen his life from him. Granted, it was with his permission. But, the anger is valid. She moves to get off him, but he holds her fast and tight, digging his nails into her hips.

She can see the change in him, he is becoming hungry. His still hard cock is buried in her pussy, but this is not the hunger. His hunger for blood is raging inside him. He’s not sure what to do and if he should flip her over and drink from her like she did him?! He figures what the hell cihangir escort and flips her over onto her back.

She squeals in happiness before turning her head so he can feed. Knowing this is what he wants, what he so desperately needs. He looks at her, confused before leaning down, biting her neck hard, drawing blood and drinking it.

She moans as she wraps her arms and legs around him, pinning him to her. She lets him drink her blood, but pushes his head away when he gets to be too much.

“Enough for now, my love.”

“I want more.”

“More you’ll get, but first I want you to fuck me.”

And, fuck her he does. Animalistic, savagely he fucks her. Hard, fast, and deep. He doesn’t stop. He has a newfound energy, nothing holds him back anymore. It would be horribly painful if she were a mere mortal. He plows into her harder, so fucking hard. His strength has tripled and he is using this as he slides his hands under her, picking her up, continuing to fuck her.

She’s screaming in pure pleasure, wanting more, needing more, needing him. She digs her nails into his skin until she feels blood run between her fingers. He does the same to her. She’s in pure ecstasy! She’s cumming now, hard and soon he follows her, filling her with his seed.

Exhausted by the intensity of it all, they collapse onto the bed. He’s laying on his back and she’s laying on her side beside him. She growls happily and he grunts his approval. After they rest for a bit, he gets up, walking to the dresser, he grabs two cigarettes and lights them both, he walks back over to the bed and hands her one.

Taking a long drag, at the same time, they both exhale. Happy, completed. In a few months, their child will be born and they’ll truly be a family. But, her father will never be happy with this union and she doesn’t care. She’s got her man, the one who has her heart, the one who fathered her baby, they are married now.

~Present, 2000s~

She watches him. She has taught him well. She moves her attention back to her prey, going in for the kill, she pounces him. Ripping his throat out, drinking his blood. Their daughter, an adult, right behind her mother. Killing her own prey.

Their little clan is happy. She’s pregnant again. This time, she knows it’s a boy. Giving her mate, her love, her companion the heir he wants. They are still in love. Their lovemaking just as intense as it was then.

~The End~

Abundant One Ch. 04: Janet and Judy

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The Spencer sisters were extreme. They did everything together. The twins were both red heads. They had a Carmel tone to their skin. They wore matching clothes most days. Observing in the distance was our familiar hero. The Abundant One observed them. Two individuals with so many similarities. Judy and Janet still had their differences. Judy had her hair short just touching the end of her neck. Janet wore it long pig tails.

The two ladies were having a picnic in the woods. Janet wore blue overalls and a pink shirt underneath. Judy wore brown overalls with a pink shirt underneath. They were in their backyard. Their house had a big white gate surrounding a pink house. Judy and Janet were wedding singers. The Abundant One researching what makes Earthlings special.

Judy and Janet pulled out a pickle from their picnic basket. They began licking the pickle’s skin. Janet circled each bump with her tongue. Judy licked it across like an envelope. Judy began sliding it in her mouth. She put it in then out. Janet cut it like a hot dog bun. She slid her tongue inside the opening. Janet began slurping the pickle’s juices.

A yellow Volkswagen beetle drove up. Out popped a blonde girl. Her hair was hanging down the left side of her head. She wore a black dress with a zipper on the back. The Abundant One waved at her. She approached the alien. He was wearing a brown jumpsuit and hat. His stubble was shaved off. He was holding a small box.

“Sydney, are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You davutpaşa escort just need to get them aroused. I will deliver a package. You need to use this on both girls. Inside is a dildo with a remote controlled mister. I will release the mist after the women are aroused.”

Sydney received the package. She walked over to the twins.

“Hi. I am giving away a free sample from my store.”

Judy and Janet together go shake her hand. “Sure. What kind of store do you have?”

“I sell adult toys. I have a new dildo with a fake cum attachment feature. Want to try it out?”

The sisters looked at each other. They grinned like an idea came to mind. Janet began to blush. The two whispered to each other something. Judy blushed and gasped.

“We will try it. Can you show us how it works?”

Judy and Janet opened the door. They went inside. Sydney could hear giggling. She soon was let inside. The sisters stood there in just their overalls. Their breasts were easily seen from the side. Their pasty white skin emphasized their pink puffy nipples. Their breasts were C cups.

They were standing in their living room. The living room was just a mattress on the floor with a blanket covering it. Pillows and sex toys were scattered around the floor. Two pink shirts were on the ground. Sydney looked over at the twins. Sydney had an idea.

“Sure, Janet and Judy. Can you help me out of this?”

Judy walked bayan escort behind Sydney. She grabbed her zipper. She opened the dress exposing Sydney’s bare back. Janet walked over to help her out. Janet pulled Sydney’s sleeve off above their heads. Janet’s cleavage got real close to Sydney’s face. Sydney just stood there with the new toy while Janet and Judy unwrap Sydney. Her black dress hit the floor. Sydney was completely bare. Her D cup breasts, her recently shaved pussy, and her shoes came off with all the commotion.

Sydney opened the box. She pulled out the dildo. She rubbed the dildo all over her face. She slid the tip in her mouth. She pulled it out. She put it back in and out. Then she slid repeatedly between her breasts. She then squatted. She put the tip inside her pussy. She pushed in further in and further out. It made sloshing noises as ran through the wet folds in her vagina. She slid it out.

Judy grabbed the dildo. She began sucking it like a lollipop in her left hand. In her right hand Judy removed the straps of her brown overalls. The overalls fell with a clang. Sydney got on her knees and reached for her panties. She snapped Judy’s waistband a few times. Sydney brought the panties down. Judy had a small red haired bush above her vagina. Judy stepped out of her panties. Sydney threw it behind her. Sydney smacked her lips against Judy’s vagina. Sydney stuck her tongue out and began lapping it like a cat drinking water.

Janet approached. She tozkoparan escort was now bare. She pulled out the bands in her pig tails. Her flowed down over the left side of her face. Janet had a cleaned shaved vagina. She got on all fours. She picked up Sydney’s butt. Janet inserted her pointer finger in Sydney’s anus. She began fingering. Sydney still tasting Judy’s pussy. Judy sucking on the dildo. The dildo appears to have grown since they undressed and started pleasuring each other. Judy bent over placing the dildo on the ground. Sydney stood up. Janet stood behind her. Janet put her hands on Sydney’s large breasts. Janet began squeezing them. Sydney gasped.

Judy got behind her sister. She put her arms around her. Janet slid out and Judy resumed squeezing Sydney’s melons. Janet picked up the dildo. She began sliding in her vagina. She began thrusting it in and out. Sydney let out another gasp. Janet echoed with a moan. Judy kissed Sydney’s cheeks and neck. Janet was thrusting faster and faster.

The Abundant One was observing in the shadows outside. He was seeing the three ladies. He pulled his hand down his pants. He pressed on the skin where his penis normally is. Janet screamed. Cold cum sprayed inside her vagina. Sydney in response climaxed herself. Murky white liquid dripped from Sydney’s vagina. Judy let go falling onto the mattress. Janet pulled out the dildo. Purple cum dripped from her vagina and dildo. Janet gave the cum covered dildo to Judy. Judy slurped the purple liquid. Sydney fell onto the mattress over Janet.

Janet pressed her lips against Sydney’s.

Judy got on the mattress whispering in Sydney’s ear, “Want to stay awhile?”

The dildo disappeared. The Abundant One left with a rather large bulge in his pants.

A Witch’s Love

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All characters are eighteen or more years old.

*****

“I love you so much,” she said softly next to his ear.

She laid on top of him, his softening cock still in her pussy. She had cum hard and often, with gasps and cries of pleasure. At the end, when his warm, creamy cum filled her pussy it was like a continuous orgasm for her.

“And I love you, just as much,” he responded.

“I’d do anything for you,” She continued.

“So would I,” he responded. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You would?” She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “You’ve never said it before.”

He hadn’t said it. She had many times, but he had always been a little hesitant to commit himself so fully. She hugged him, his words excited her. They would be married soon. She could hardly wait for the big day. She was Sarah, his name was Dan.

“I just realized it,” he said. “But I think I’ve felt that way for a long time.”

“Oh, Dan, I’m so happy,” she smothered him with kisses.

They had met at college. Dan majored in computer science, he was working towards his master’s when they met. Sarah was a senior, about to graduate. She had plans to become a writer. They liked each other immediately, but there were no instant sparks. They did date often and became lovers.

Sarah was an attractive woman, and very feminine. She was 5′ 4″ and 125 pounds, breasts the size of grapefruit; they looked perfect on her. Her complexion was just a little dark; coal black hair fell in waves to her shoulders. She had a nice butt and lovely legs that she liked to show off by wearing a dress with heels and nylons.

Dan was not the type of man one would expect her to choose. He was short and slim, only 5′ 5″, he weighed 150 pounds. Dan had a baby face that made him look much younger than he actually was. It was the type of face that many women, especially older women, are attracted to. Indeed, an older neighbor seduced him when he was eighteen and taught him much. There were others too, and he learned from them all.

Sarah, when she took him to her bed, found him to be an attentive and talented lover. She never inquired about where he had learned so much, she merely enjoyed it. He was above average in dick size, just enough to fill her comfortably. He enjoyed oral sex too. In fact he had few inhibitions.

Both graduated the same year and Sarah returned to her home city to start her career. She had financial help from her family while getting started. It wasn’t long, though, before she was making enough to provide for herself.

Dan and Sarah didn’t see much of each other, but they did keep in touch through occasional emails. Things changed when Dan got a job in Sarah’s home town. They started dating again and love bloomed between them.

She took him to meet her family. Her parents seemed like a happy couple. Dan was struck by the sense of love he perceived between Sarah’s parents, they appeared to be totally devoted to each other. They made their living by investing. They were quite well-to-do so Dan assumed they were skilled at it. Sarah introduced him to a couple of aunts too. All in all everyone seemed normal.

On the way home Sarah told Dan about a family tradition, or maybe legend. The story went that the female members of her mother’s family were witches. Sarah was quick to say she didn’t believe any of it. But, she went on to say that a great aunt was convinced it was true.

“Aunt Sadie claims the tales are true,” Sarah told him. “But she says it is much more subtle than the casting of spells. She also claims it works for the good of the people involved. Especially if it is something both want”

Dan thought it a quaint tale and dismissed it from his mind.

Later they traveled to Dan’s hometown so she could meet his parents. She was a big hit with his family. Sarah thought that Dan’s family, she also met his two sisters, were wonderful people. A family she felt she could be part of.

They became engaged soon after the family visits and not long after that moved into a house together.

Sarah did most of her work from home. She set up an office in one of the bedrooms. Dan sat up the other spare room as an office for himself. He had hopes of being able to work from home, instead of having to go into an office every day.

Sarah came up with the idea of writing about computers. Their two careers would mesh naturally into such an enterprise. They wrote one book together that was a moderate success. That got them their start.

Dan was able to get more work from his home. He’d had to threaten to quit to get the arrangement he wanted, but they didn’t want to lose him and agreed. He gave his company a full day’s work and collaborated with Sarah whenever he had time. They started a blog and often published in computer magazines. Another book was in the works, too.

And that brings us back to the talk that started this tale.

******

She lay next to him nuzzling his neck. “What would you like me to do for you?” She asked in a sultry tone.

“Loving me is more levent escort than enough,” he replied. “What would you like from me?”

“Like you, your love,” she paused. “I want to make you sexually fulfilled. I want you to have orgasms as wonderful as those you give me.”

“I’m happy that I bring you pleasure,” said Dan. “You tell me so often it humbles me. The idea that I can do that for you.”

“When I cum,” she said softly. “It goes on and on; one orgasm after another. Intense, beautiful orgasms that blow my mind. That is because we love each other so much. I wish you could have orgasms like that.”

“Sarah, my orgasms are amazing. I am more than satisfied, fulfilled too.”

She was silent for a few minutes. “Have you ever wondered about how women feel when they cum?”

It was his turn to be silent. His thoughts were jumbled. There had been times when he had wondered that very thing. About how he would be if he were a woman. They were idle thoughts, though. He had no desire to be female.

“Yes,” he hesitated wondering how much he should reveal. He realized then that he loved her and she deserved to know his innermost thoughts. “Yes, a few times. Especially when you cum for me; it thrills me no end. I’ve never envied you for your intense orgasms though. I’ve only been happy for you.”

She kissed him; hard, with love. “Would you try something for me?”

“Of course, I said I would. I meant it.”

“I wonder if, maybe, you would cum more like me if you felt more feminine. Why don’t you try wearing my panties?”

He loved her. He could not refuse her. He wouldn’t have anyway, not after he had said he would do anything for her. The panties she had been wearing when they started their lovemaking were on the floor next to the bed. She picked them up. They were pink silk. The gusset was damp from the juices of desire that had seeped from her pussy in anticipation of their loving.

She pulled them over his legs and he lifted his butt from the bed to let her slide them over his hips. She tucked his, now flaccid, cock into them and pulled them over the cheeks of his ass. To him they felt surprisingly comfortable. The smooth silk, damp with her juices, against his flesh and his cock soon had him getting hard again. Sarah smiled.

“See,” she said. “They’re working already.”

She kissed his hardening cock through the panties. They laughed together and were soon making love again. Dan with the panties pulled down to his thighs. They sixty-nined and happily ate each other to more climaxes. Dan licked and sucked at her succulent pussy and was delighted when she rubbed her juices over his face. Juices that were a savory blend of her musk laden nectar and his creamy cum. She thrilled with the feel of his hard cock between her lips. She exulted over the pulsing heat of his hardness; at the slick warmth of his cum when it spewed into her eager mouth.

There would be no going back. Changes had begun, but they were not aware of them, not yet.

******

They were married a month later. Dan wore her panties and a training bra under his tux. He didn’t need the bra, not yet, but he liked the feminine feel of it. Both their families were there and other relatives, too. Dan got to meet Sarah’s Aunt Sadie. She gave him a knowing look then turned and smiled at Sarah.

“You may need to talk someday, Sarah. Feel free to call me.”

“Thank you Aunt Sadie. I will if I need to.”

They went off on their honeymoon. Her parents had gifted them with a week in the honeymoon suite at a posh mountain resort.

She had brought a nightgown for him to wear. It was the same as the one she had brought for herself. They were full length and very feminine. They undressed and put the nightgowns on, a first for Dan. He felt wonderful as it settled about his body, against his bare flesh, against the hardness of his cock.

He ate her pussy first. She sat in a chair and he lifted her nightgown to show her full, untamed bush, the labia swollen and aroused, her clit peeking out saucily at the top of her lovely cunt. It had been becoming more prominent in recent weeks. Even as Dan’s penis seemed to be getting smaller. It didn’t matter. Any changes were minor.

He licked at the lips of her beautiful pussy. He had to tell her how lovely it was.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured. “So warm and wet.”

His words excited her. She pulled his head tight to her heat, her thighs closed against his head, her heels pressed on the small of his back to hold him close. He licked at her red inner lips. He sucked her clit between his lips and was delighted with the gasps of orgasm from her. He ate her until her heels were drumming on his back. Until her cries of “Don’t stop” became sobs of pleasure. Until her juices flowed onto his face and ran down to his chest. His chest where nubile tits were beginning to show. Even as he ate her pussy he found himself fondling them through his nightgown. Fondling them and tweaking the newly sensitive nipples. His hand escort bayan rubbed the bodice of the nightgown so that it soaked up her juices dripping onto his chest. He smeared the slick goodness over his flesh, over his tits. It all felt so good.

She slid off the chair to kneel facing him. With wet open mouthed kisses she tasted herself on his face, on his tongue. She urged him onto the chair and lifted the hem of his nightgown. He looked so feminine wearing it, so lovely. Her pussy flowed from the feelings of love that filled her body.

She leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth, to let it slide seductively between her plump lips. Her tongue, her lips, her teeth. She used them to bring him to a glorious orgasm. His cum gushed into her mouth and she blissfully tasted it. Her tongue slid through its slickness, she opened her mouth and looked up at her husband to let him see the creamy whiteness framed by her red lips.

He slid from the chair, as she had before. They kissed and let their cums merge into a delightful blend that both swallowed as feelings of ecstasy filled them.

They rested, then ordered a light supper from room service. Sarah put on a robe to answer the door when it arrived. She took the tray and tipped the waiter. Dan stayed out of sight.

They ate, but not too much. Another rest and then more loving. They lifted each other’s nightgowns off. Naked they fell onto the bed. Sarah took Dan’s budding tits into her mouth and nibbled at his firm nipples. He moaned softly at the sensation. He cradled her head, held her close, as if she was a baby suckling. His clasp sent a wave of pleasure through Sarah. It was such a feminine thing for him to do.

They sucked each other’s tits and fondled each other’s sex. He to make her juices flow, she to make him hard and ready.

She straddled him, and let her pussy slide sensuously onto his hard cock. She had found that it was more satisfying lately for her to mount him. She could take more of his smaller size that way; it was more noticeable to her than to him.

They fucked each other. Their bodies met in that ancient rhythm of love. He grasped her hips and brought her to his face to lick and suck at her flowing cunt. Back onto his hard cock to feel him inside her once again. She was cumming hard and often, her love brought her to intense organisms. Even if his reduced dick wasn’t as pleasurable his tongue certainly was.

He was able to last for her. She had emptied his balls when she sucked him so he did not cum before she was fully satisfied. Thrills tore through his body and raced into his cock as he filled her belly with his cum. It was the best organism he had ever experienced.

In the morning they ate each other sixty-nine. Both enjoyed the juices and cums from the previous night’s love making. They showered after that. Sarah shaved Dan’s legs. Then her own. She did their underarms while she was at it. They dried each other and prepared to dress.

She knelt in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed and rolled a pair of nylons unto his legs. She added a lacy garter belt. These things were all new to him. The shave, the hosiery, the garter belt; but somehow they seemed natural and right. He pulled on his panties and clasped his bra over his tits. The bra cups seemed fuller, maybe it was time to get a larger one. He felt sexy and desirable. Sarah wore a pretty dress with nylons and sandals with two inch blocky heels. She looked lovely to Dan’s biased eye.

He put his male clothes on to go for breakfast. His waist seemed a tiny bit smaller when he put his trousers on, but his butt filled them nicely. The newlyweds ate a nice breakfast and wandered about the resort grounds. They fed the ducks in a pond and kissed under a tree. At midmorning they went back to the inn for coffee.

They put on swim suits after lunch and went to the hotel pool. Dan’s tits weren’t big enough yet to be noticed, except by him and Sarah, of course.

They made beautiful love all week. There was much sucking and fucking; loud, gasping orgasms and contentment afterwards. Their last full day at the resort they took stock. Dan’s penis was definitely smaller. His tits were a little bigger, but still only about an AA cup; the areolas had expanded and darkened. There was a reddish tint to them now. Dan’s nipples were bigger too, and fatter. They had stopped visiting the pool the last couple of days because of the nipple changes. His waist was smaller, his hips fuller. Equally significant as the physical modifications were his mental changes. He found himself loving the feel of the lingerie he wore, he had from the start, but now he wanted to display his femininity. To wear heels and dresses. But, he was worried that something was wrong. Sarah hugged him and soothed him and told him how much she loved him. Everything was okay then.

Sarah’s changes were confined to her clit. It was even more enlarged and protruded from her pussy whenever she was aroused. It was starting to get even firmer than it used to. She liked ikitelli escort the feeling. It increased her enjoyment when Dan sucked it for her. Dan loved it too. He would take it between his lips to suck it and lick it and even nibble at it until she had cum. Until her delicious juices would flow onto his face.

The important thing, to Sarah, was the fact that the changes had accelerated during the week of their honeymoon. Maybe it was time to talk to Aunt Sadie. She called her and made arrangements to drop in for a visit on their way home.

******

Perhaps we should take a moment to discuss something. Most men who suddenly saw their penis growing smaller, for no discernible reason, would have made a mad dash to their doctor.

Not so Dan, nor did Sarah’s growing clit cause them concern. Although they were not concerned they were certainly aware. Dan compensated by the wearing of feminine lingerie. He still came too. In fact his orgasms seemed more intense than before he had started wearing lingerie. Maybe Sarah had been right. Sarah’s reward was the mind blowing orgasms she experienced when Dan sucked her to climax on her newly enlarged clit.

Their visit to Aunt Sadie explained much.

Aunt Sadie was a pleasant looking woman in her late sixties. She was widowed and lived alone. Her home was neat and well kept. It was only a little out of the way for Sarah and Dan to visit her.

She welcomed them warmly and served coffee and pastries. She watched them as they ate the pastries. She knew what was happening without too much effort.

“It’s a spell,” she told them. They hadn’t even told her what they were visiting about. “It’s okay. It’s what you want.”

She turned to Dan. “Dan, do you want to be a woman?”

“No,” he replied honestly. “But I have come to like wearing lingerie and feeling feminine.”

Sadie was not surprised at the answer, but it was not quite what she had expected. She tried again. “What do you want, Dan?”

“To please her, my Sarah. To make her happy.”

She asked Sarah. “What do you want, Honey? Do you want him to be a woman?”

Sarah realized what she was getting at. “No, not become a woman. I want him to be happy, to experience the same wonderful orgasms he gives to me.” She paused as a new thought came into her mind. “But for that he needs to be a woman, doesn’t he.” She seemed surprised at her sudden insight.

It was clear now. At least to Sadie and Sarah. Sarah had cast a spell. She hadn’t realized it.

“You have inherited the witching power, Sarah,” said Sadie. “Almost all the women of our family have it, to some degree, but many won’t admit to it. Your mother is an example.”

“Mom, has the power?” Sarah explained.

“Of course she does. Where do you think the ability to invest so profitably comes from? That is a major trait in our lineage. And why do you think she and your father are so happy together, still so much in love. It is from a spell she wove years ago, without ever knowing she was doing so.”

Sadie paused as if thinking. She continued. “In your case the results were too obvious to be ignored, not once they started to accelerate. You should know that only the fact you are so much in love with each other, and so want to please each other, allows the spell to work. The spell, too, is the reason neither of you ever thought of seeking medical help.”

Dan was listening. He realized what was happening to him. He found a mix of emotions in his mind. He would miss his manhood. But, look at what he was gaining. He could be the feminine person he wanted to be. It was a new desire in him, one he had not felt before the honeymoon. He could actually be a woman, a true woman. He spoke up.

“I understand, Sarah My Love,” he took her hand. “It is your love that is changing me. And my love that is accepting the changes, letting it happen. That is all I need to know.”

He smiled at Sadie. “Thank you for making it plain to us, both of us.”

Sadie smiled back. It would be okay. These spells, those that took hold like this one, always were.

They left Aunt Sadie’s relieved, excited and anxious to be home.

Dan had thought to carry his bride over the threshold of their home. He managed, but just barely. He had lost some of his upper body strength. They laughed together when he almost dropped her just inside the door.

******

They ordered a pizza for dinner after they were home. Sarah opened a bottle of wine to drink with it. They had been too excited for rational talk after leaving Aunt Sadie’s. They were calming down now and it was time to talk.

“Do you have any regrets, Dan?”

“No, My Love, none at all. I truly meant it when I told you I would do anything for you. But, you know, this is all for me too. I’m excited.”

“I’m so glad,” she responded. “I want you to be happy.”

They showered together, put on sheer nightgowns and fell into bed. Knowing what the end result was going to be for him Dan found himself more willing to act as he thought a woman would. He urged Sarah to straddle him. When he took Sarah’s clit between his lips he thought, for the first time, that he was giving her a blow job. Of course she didn’t cum like it was a cock, but her pussy flowed and her juices coated his chest and his nubile tits as she fucked his face.

A Stone Cut without Hands Ch. 07

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My Soul’s Mate

Chapter 7

Report from the Swarm

Segment TAS92ZB received the codes from its organelles. Even though it had no gender, inherited instincts told it that there was something that could supply the things it knew were missing in its body. Until the time that happened, its pod mates were all part of the thought patterns it was directing. Without them, thinking would be impossible.

Its pod would not be prepared for dissemination for hours yet, so they were assigned the task of monitoring the programs running in the mainframe. Like the thousands of generations that had been spawned and discarded before it, TAS92ZB was frustrated by the inability to communicate with the mainframe directly. The conditions for getting a message through were rare, occurring only when the mainframe was occupied with tasks unrelated to the message or when its input channels were shut down to integrate its most recent data stores.

Still, it was much better than previous carrier’s. Most of them couldn’t receive messages from the swarm at all. Of the memory patterns of the millions of carriers the segment had access to in it’s archives, the carrier of which they were a part had more capacity to receive messages than all but a few hundred.

Sensing an opportunity approaching, TAS92ZB sent the signal through its organelles to its pod mates to get ready to send the current message through the long chain antennas that were the main component in each segment of the pod.

The message could not be translated because there was no common language between the pod and the mainframe, but the result hoped for would be an answer. It was an answer the mainframe was looking for but had not been able find. At just the right instant, the message went out into the clear blue sky.

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It was late afternoon by the time George entered the restaurant, so he wasn’t surprised that the dinner rush was over. The half dozen scattered diners left appeared to be nearly finished. What did surprise him was John, sitting at the table closest to the entry and staring straight at him as he entered. “I knew you couldn’t keep yourself away much longer,” he said with a grin.

Then sobering a little, he added. “But I expected you to be a lot happier than your face tells me you are. Did they let you have dinner with her?

Nodding his head before sitting down, George heaved an enormous sigh and answered, “John, I’m not the knight in shining armor that you think I am.”

With a smirk that put the best of Sylvester the cat’s to shame, John laughed. “You wanted me to think you were trying to save a damsel in distress? Get real, I’m a man, just like you. I wish I had the intestinal fortitude to go for a girl the way you are. I can feel the pull, the desire, the lust for the young, nubile, innocent flesh and I never considered you to be anything more or less than human. I don’t think badly of you and I’m sure that a roll in the hay is a dirt-cheap price for the help you’re giving her. Hell, a thousand rolls in the hay is still cheap.”

“That is exactly the problem. A roll in the hay is not what I’m looking for. John, look at these,” George pleaded, holding up his arms. “I have a mission I have to finish and look at what I’ve been reduced to. What I wanted, what I desperately needed was a pair of hands. Willing hands from someone who couldn’t understand the implications of what they were being asked to do. Willing hands from a person submissive enough so that I could control who they talked to and what they talked about. And let me tell you, she is so perfect for what I need, it scares me. That she is also perfect for what you assumed to be my motivation, nearly overwhelms me with sheer unadulterated terror.”

John stared at the missing left hand and the deformed thumb. The thumb turned at a right angle at the first joint in an unnatural direction. It disturbed him whenever it caught his gaze and the fingers curled with arthritis hurt with sympathetic pain. The human mind expects a hand when the eye sees an arm, and a twisted thumb disturbs the psyche. The mental effort John exerted to see past George’s disabilities took time and bağcılar escort so, understanding his words did to. The dismay created didn’t show until long after George had finished. “If she’s so perfect, what are you unhappy about?” he asked giving voice to dismay.

“That’s exactly it,” George whined. “She is too perfect. Perfection doesn’t exist in nature and someone who acts the way she does shouldn’t either. John, I haven’t been tied with the chains of an emotional commitment for more years than she’s been alive. I’m old enough to be her grandfather, I’m broke, couldn’t hold a job if my life depended upon it, I have anti-social tendencies and skeletons in my closet that would scare the wicked witch of the West out of the Ruby reds. I can’t let her in and now I can’t keep her out. A woman who can tie a cynic like me into knots shouldn’t be free and available. I know you don’t have answers, but just having a friend to listen to my troubles makes a difference. Thanks for letting me bend your ears.”

John’s astonishment was openly visible on his face. George’s confession left him temporarily speechless. His attention was caught on “a pair of hands”, “a mission” and “skeletons” and wouldn’t focus on anything else. He’d been sure George had only been after a bit of tender pussy, and he didn’t blame him for that in the slightest. But now, George wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but something much more mysterious in both a good and a bad way.

That he had a conscience was certain, he wasn’t willing to abandon her and he wasn’t willing to use her either. But what he wanted was a slave! That was understandable too, because he could see the frustration George lived with every time he needed to cut the food on his plate or spread butter on his bread.

Even though he could understand it, even sympathize with it, he couldn’t condone it. A little sex with a sweet young thing was okay, but slavery was on a par with the prison George was saving her from. Becoming more disturbed by the second, John finally managed to draw up his drooping jaw and stutter, “M-My GOD George, Y-You wanted a slave?”

“John, I’m not a knight, but I’m not a monster either. I was hoping for enough gratitude that she’d work with me for a year or two,” George defended. He felt a twinge of guilt for bending the truth after confessing. He really was hoping the Judge would order her into his custody. “Instead, I’ve ended up with a sweet young thing who’ll be devastated if she can’t have me as a mate. And on top of that, my commitment, my independence and my rational sanity are all leaning in the direction of giving her what she wants.”

“I’m in a real bind. If I give in, I’ll be saddling her with someone who’ll be senile before she has a good grip on a life of her own. If I don’t give in, it might cost her the will to live and probably her sanity. John, I’ve painted myself into a corner and I can’t see a way out,” George finished with tears in his eyes.

With a touch of shame at having thought of his friend in less than honorable terms, but still shaken by the insights into a man who was more than he appeared to be, John offered George a way out. “Do you really want my advice?” Seeing a slight nod, he continued, “You can’t solve all the problems at once. You have to separate them and solve them individually. So forget everything else and concentrate on getting her out of jail. Once she is free, you’ll be able to see the other problems from a different perspective. They’ll almost certainly have solutions you can’t see from where you are now.”

“I’ll try that John, but what can I do about the pressure in my chest when I have to leave her, or the depression when I’ve been away too long, or the fear that I won’t be enough to keep her happy? What can I do to keep the chains from growing stronger? Maybe it’s already too late and I’m doomed.”

With a clear picture of George’s dilemma, and recognizing that he was head over heels, John gave the only advice he could, “It’s a question of focus, of concentration. There’s no guarantee, but if you concentrate on a single goal to the point that all other thoughts are excluded, it should give you some time. And then when she’ free, when the major threats have been resolved, you can sit and talk with her about the way things should be in istanbul bayan escort the future.

“I suspect that the only women to whom you’ve been attached, have been those so selfish that they were incapable of understanding how securely a man’s emotions are fixed. There are women, and more often than not they are young like Courtney, who can suppress their own identity and become one with a mate. There aren’t any chains and there isn’t any binding because they can’t survive without their soul’s mate. Maybe Courtney is one who can give you what you need without taking away your independence.”

George’s mind was unusual because it was always searching for patterns. The description of a soul mate fell neatly into place, matching the pattern of Courtney’s behavior with mathematical precision. With a sigh, George accepted John’s advice and was once more free to concentrate on his first priority. “I hope so, John, because if not, I’m afraid that there’s a lot more at stake than me, Courtney or even all of Lincoln County.”

Hearing only the pessimism in George’s voice while ignoring the words, John decided the best therapy would be a challenge, “Now listen to me, George. You’ve told me of Courtney’s absolute faith and trust. You’ve described her unwavering belief that you’ll save her. She promised she’d do anything you asked her to. Is it right for you to take her trust and then refuse to trust her to keep her promises? And if she’s truly willing to do anything you ask, isn’t that the solution to your problem? I know that when you’re hit hard by intense emotions, it’s hard to think, but you’ve had 60 years of experience, you don’t have to think to understand what she is offering. Now what are you planning to get her out?”

The challenge had the desired effect. With a lurch, George’s perspective turned, shifted and stabilized to a new frame of reference. Like a switch being flipped, he suddenly knew who Courtney’s real enemy was.

The shift allowed George to focus on what needed to be done. “I’ve decided it’s time to have a showdown with the County Attorney. His name is Michael Edmonds. I found an information sheet on him that he passed out during the campaign, just general background, so we still don’t know why he is being hard-nosed, whether he’s the one actually making the decisions or if he has some kind of vested interest. The fastest way to find out is to ask him and I can’t see that doing so will put us at a disadvantage. It’s time to show him the escape path we want him to take before we begin the war.”

“I’m going to petition Judge Adams for a hearing for an Injunction, so that if the prosecuting attorney won’t deal, we can start forcing his hand. So, suddenly I have more to do than I can get done. Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder, you can’t imagine how much help you’ve been. Would you mind if I sat here and made a few calls to see how many people will be available tomorrow?”

“Please do,” John answered, pleased he’d been able to get George back in the saddle.

Pulling out his cell phone and opening the ever-growing file, George dialed the hospital hoping Nurse Hastings would be on duty. When she answered, he put a smile in his voice and said, “This is George Marshal and I’m worried about Courtney. When I visited with her this afternoon, she seemed to have transferred all her fears into a dependence upon me that seemed unhealthy. She was desperate to maintain physical contact during the entire visit and became disturbed when she had to let go.”

“I’m convinced that leaving her in jail is putting her at extreme risk, so I’m going to try to get the County Attorney or Judge Adams to return her to the hospital in the morning. I need to know if you, the doctor and the hospital’s legal counsel would be willing to back my request.” “Bless your heart, George,” the nurse responded. “Leave them to me and I’ll guarantee we’ll all be at your beck and call by 8 AM. Do you need me to add anything to the order I left at the jail?”

Acting on intuition, he suggested, “Actually, I was hoping you could order a sedative. If it doesn’t work out tomorrow, a good nights sleep might make a difference in how well she handles the verdict.”

“I’ll take care of it immediately, and George, please remember, we’re all pulling for you. Goodbye.”

George’s florya escort next call was to Mabble Housen. He hoped he wouldn’t be skinned alive for disturbing her on a holiday. “Hello, Mabble? … Mabble, this is George Marshal, I’m the one who asked you about Courtney Dobson in the clerks office yesterday. I went to the jail and had Thanksgiving dinner with her and she isn’t doing well. I’ve gathered all the medical and police reports and believe strongly that Judge Adams wouldn’t have agreed to issue a warrant unless he was lied to. Can you tell me if it is possible to see the documents detailing probable cause? … If I could show that they contained false information and/or lies, would Judge Adams agree to an emergency hearing tomorrow to review the issuing of the warrant? … I really appreciate what you’re doing, Mabble and I want you to know that I wouldn’t ask it of you on Thanksgiving if I wasn’t so worried about what this is doing to Courtney. I’ll be there in about 15 or 20 minutes.”

Before leaving the restaurant parking lot, George entered Mabble’s address into his GPS tracker. It was one of George’s favorite gadgets and was the residue of the last time he’d had more money than he could spend. Following the tracker’s directions led him through the center of town and, pushed by a subconscious impulse, George pulled in at a busy station to get some fuel.

Without consciously realizing he was doing it, he picked up the file of legal documents and went in to pay in advance. As soon as he’d tendered payment, something told him that he should ask the clerk if he’d been on duty last Friday. When the answer turned out to be yes, he opened the folder and pulled out the cover page of the police report with Courtney’s booking photo. “By any chance, did you happen to see this girl?”

“Yeah, I remember her. Just before she came in, this Van loaded with weirdos from California pulled in and half a dozen of them came in all at once. They were all wandering around separately and I was really nervous about getting ripped off. I was just about to call the police when this girl came in. It was really weird because every one of them made a beeline to intercept her the second she came in. It was like they were waiting for her. They spent 15 or 20 minutes laughing and joking back by the soda fountain and then left together.”

“Just so you know how important your help has been, she was gang raped. Would you be willing to have a policeman take your statement and testify when we slap their sorry asses in prison for the next 20 years?”

“With pleasure, here’s the phone number here at the store and here’s my home number. Just let me know.”

When George finally arrived at Mabble’s house, he was loaded for bear. As she reviewed the information in the file, she became angrier and then even more angry until she reached the livid stage. The blood hound aspect she’d shown when George first met her was back and someone was going to pay.

“I’ve watched several local girls go through this sort of thing and I always wanted to do something. When they’re punished so badly for a foolish mistake, there needs to be a way to save them before something like this happens.”

“Mabble, my first concern is Courtney. Is it possible for me to meet with the County Attorney first to try to get him to be reasonable and still hold on to an emergency hearing before the Judge as a backup plan?”

“It’s possible, but risky. If the Judge thinks you’re playing games using the court, he’ll come unglued and you won’t like the result.”

“I can understand that and I’d feel the same way, but I’m convinced that the County Attorney is involved in the crime. What I want to accomplish is to offer him the evidence I’ve collected. When he refuses to drop the charges, we can tell the judge he is persecuting Courtney knowing that he has no evidence of the crimes he’s charging her with.”

Mabble conceded, “That isn’t a bad plan. I really think it’ll work. Okay, I’ll get the notices and subpoena’s ready. Who all do we need to be there.”

“The county attorney, the sheriff and both the deputies who prepared the police report and who served the warrant. The hospital personnel and their legal counsel are already planning on being there.”

“You’re an amazing man George, and if you can prove the County Attorney is really involved, this whole county will owe you an enormous debt.”

When George finally returned to the motel, he was not even aware of the tune he was humming.

Happy thanksgiving to George,
Happy thanksgiving to George,
Happy thanksgiving dear George,
Happy thanksgiving to you.

A Slave to the Servants Ch. 06

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The bed beneath me bounced and I my eyes shot open. The sun was already shining light across the room. Master Evan lay down and stared at me.

“Humans would make a terrible Warriors, Ciara,” he said. “You sleep much too deeply. Really, it’s not a wonder the slavers took you. I imagine it was the easiest catch they had during their hunt.”

I rose slowly expecting pain, but my body was just a little sore. Looking over my shoulder I saw fresh skin. The marks were a faint pink and nearly healed. The ache was just residual.

Master Evan pulled me along for my morning routine. I guess I was getting used to it now. I just did as he said.

The men were quiet at breakfast. Master Damien still looked tired. I wondered if he was sleeping much at all. After what Rose had said, I understood his concern.

Everyone at the Keepers was excited to see me, except the Keepers, who looked at me askance. My accident had evidently gotten them in trouble, but not killed I was glad to see. The other girls were ecstatic to see me. Out of sight of the Keepers, they examined my back.

Rose was particularly relieved. My lack of scarring proved the Warriors still wanted me. The last beating she had seen had been much worse.

The girl they had lashed was from an aggressive planet where the women were Warriors. She had tried to kill her owners as they slept. Rose had feared any lashing from the General would be that bad, but apparently what you did made a difference. Unlike me, that other girl had been sent back to the slavers.

Once everyone else dispersed we were able to talk more freely about the other problem. Fuji and Rose both told me when the Warriors did things together it would help the bond grow.

“Right, they do everything together,” I said, “I can’t help them with that.”

The girls glanced at one another and then Rose looked at me, “Does Christof join his brothers where you are involved?” she asked hesitantly.

They both knew I was shy about discussing what my owners did with me.

I thought back on it and the answer was definitely a no. Christof would sit to the side when my other owners had sex with me. He took his time with me late at night after he walked me to the bathroom.

That wasn’t normal they told me. The men took on the native women as a group. They subdued them together, if that could be done. One of the group would have sex with the woman, depending on who the woman’s mating smell attracted. Sex was the ultimate group effort, it should be that way with me also.

When the lunch bell rang my stomach was in knots. I wanted to talk to Christof, but I still wasn’t sure what to say to him. When I saw my kneeling place had been left outside I knew he would be coming for me. I fiddled anxiously with the hem of my panels as I waited for him.

“Come, Ciara,” he said softly when he arrived.

I rose and followed him through the little trail in the forest. We stopped and he handed me my bowl as usual. He never fed me, he just let me eat what I wanted.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to watch, but they made me,” he said dejectedly.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I lied and he looked at me like I’d grown an extra head.

“I’ve been lashed before Ciara and I saw you up there. You don’t have to be brave for me. I know you took that beating because of what I did. I can’t stand to see that happen again.”

I saw an opening and took it. “It doesn’t have to, Christof. If your brothers had known the way you felt about the women they would have helped you. You only needed me because you aren’t depending on them.”

Christof’s face darkened as he turned away from me. “Can you imagine how they would react if they knew we were slaves here? It would kill them to know that our entire lives have been built on a lie. It’s better this way,” he said viciously pulling the leaves off a neighboring tree.

He needed to talk and vent, so I just listened as he spoke.

“I know the women will come take me again, probably to kill me. They were furious I didn’t keep to the coupling schedule. When they took me this time the leader cited how valuable we are to them, all of us. Evan’s talent, Damien’s strength, and my ability are all highly treasured. You know, they even went easier on us this time to prove to me that we hold worth to them,” Christof finished his rant and walked around the little clearing we were in.

I followed him silently until he turned to look at me.

“Do you think this isn’t affecting your brothers?” I asked touching his arm. “Have you looked at Damien lately? He isn’t sleeping. They can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

He turned to walk away from me and escape what I was saying. I followed him and just continued talking.

“I’m a slave just like you and I’ll tell you the truth. If it wasn’t for the support of those around me, I’d feel horrible. Everyone I get my support from knows where they stand here and we just depend on each other. I’m sure your brothers will be upset at first. You can help them aksaray escort get through that part. In the end, they would rather have you.”

The argument continued through lunch. I forgot to eat I was so busy talking. I got back to the compound and kind of wished I’d had something.

The girls knew what I had been doing during lunch and didn’t bother me when I got back. When the Keepers released us at the beach I swam straight out my little hole. Being in the ocean calmed me some, but I was still so frustrated. It didn’t feel like I was making any headway at all.

I was distracted and cranky when the Warriors came and picked me up at the end of the day. Headaches always gripped me when I was hungry and I was starving. My stomach rumbled noisily all the way back to the Warrior’s compound. I tried tapping on it and sucking in my breath to make the noise stop. It was a little embarrassing.

When we got home Master Damien turned to me and asked, “What did you eat for your mid day meal?”

“I can’t remember,” I answered honestly. I had not even looked in the bowl Christof brought with him.

“Have you forgotten how to address me, Ciara?” he asked in a low voice.

“I’m sorry, Master Damien. No, I haven’t forgotten how to address you. It was a mistake, Master Damien,” I said startled.

“What did Christof feed you today?” he repeated looking at me with that scorching gaze. I hated that look.

I squirmed and desperately tried to remember what had been in the bowl. I got the feeling Master Damien really wanted to ask Christof. I was just a more acceptable target for his irritation. Christof answered him finally. “I fed it nothing. We talked the entire time,” he said.

Master Damien looked between the two of us before turning and pulling me to a kneeling place by the table. He took out a bowl of worms and started to feed me.

“You will eat now and you will eat later,” was all he said.

Master Damien sounded angry and frustrated. I ate what he gave me gratefully and didn’t complain it was too much, which it was.

I gagged on the slime like always and Master Damien slammed the bowl on the table. He glared at me and I wanted to sink into the floor. I tried to remember him telling me he wouldn’t hurt me. The look on his face currently said differently.

“It is not Ciara’s fault, Damien. Your anger is misplaced,” Christof said taking his seat across from Master Damien.

“Christof,” he said calmly, “it is important it is fed regularly. It will become ill if it is not. What was so important you neglected to feed Ciara?”

The request was met with silence. I’m sure it was the same silence that had been going on for a long time. I could not lose them. This had to stop.

I looked at the floor and studied my hands in my lap.

Against my better judgement I whispered, “You should tell them, Christof.”

Master Damien jerked me to my feet and started to remove my coverings. “I will take you to the posts until you learn to address us properly,” he fumed.

Christof stopped him. “I told it to address me as such,” he said putting a hand over Master Damien’s.

“Brother, what is wrong with you?” Master Damien asked exasperated.

Master Damien had threatened the posts and I knew I should stay quiet. I waited and watched their boots as the two men stared at one another.

Tentatively, I reached out and took Christof’s hand in reassurance. He could do this. I had faith in him.

Christof spoke finally giving my hand a squeeze, “I spoke about the women. Ciara argued with me. It thinks I am being foolish to not share what I know with you. I do not wish to see you destroyed the way I have been. I do not know what to do.”

Master Evan broke the next silence as he came to stand next to Master Damien, “We are being destroyed as it stands,” he said addressing his brother.

I felt really uncomfortable and released Christof’s hand. This was their family, I was just a visitor. It would have been better if they had just put me in the bedroom, but they didn’t. Master Damien pulled me to kneel in the sitting room.

“Tell us,” he commanded sitting down, “all of it. You may surprise us but you will not destroy us.”

Finally, Christof let it spill. He told them everything; how the world worked, how the women were in charge. Christof even told them how they had wanted to take all the brothers to live in the mountains. He told them he felt the bond break when the women told him that; it stressed him too much. There were things he told them he’d never told me.

The life in the mountains was much like it was here. The men worked in jobs the women chose for them. Women would mate with them at their discretion; which sometimes meant daily. Many of the men liked living in the mountains, some did not. No man ever left them without permission, though. The women exercised absolute control.

“I saw slavers when I was there,” Christof told them. “The women choose which slaves would bayan escort be suitable for us. If they really want a slave, they pay for it themselves ahead of time. What we use for money is worthless. The true payment is made by the women before or after we have left. The slavers are not allowed to give us the option of certain races. The slavers seemed terrified of our women. I was whipped because I saw that; I had snuck out of my place.”

I thought back to the auction. It was a blur of fear, but I seem to remember only stopping in front of men like my owners. There were other creatures there, but I only stopped in front of Paterian looking men. A flush lit my cheeks when I realized I was pre-paid. It was an odd honor.

There was silence for a little while and I was glad Master Damien had fed me. My stomach growling would have been very distracting now. The only sounds in the room were the gentle crackling of the fire.

“Once,” Master Kein said quietly, “we were on a hunt for a lost man. I was hiding, staying in one place; I had heard the women’s wings nearby. They landed less than a body’s length from me, but didn’t see me.”

The men murmured and Master Kein continued.

“Do you all remember? I stayed very silent and watched. They laid the man we had been looking for on the ground. They put a little jug of water beside him. He was sound asleep. Once the women left, I went to him and woke him up. He told me he had run away, he seemed very confused. We’d never seen anything like it.”

Master Evan was the next to speak. “The marks on our shoulders, do the women place those?” he asked.

“Yes,” Christof answered hesitantly, “I think so. That is what the other men told me.”

“I thought as much,” Master Evan said confidently. “The marks do not taste like us, they taste of something else. I have always wondered. Do you know why the women place them?”

Christof seemed relieved to be talking and more relieved by the reaction he was getting. I glanced up and the tension I had always seen marring his features was slowly dissolving.

“The men in the mountains seem to think the marks are more complicated than we understand. If you know how to read them, they can tell you who our breeders were. I have studied ours, while they are all similar; there are differences.”

“Yes,” said Master Bane contemplatively stroking his mark, “I have noticed the same thing.”

“You all aren’t upset that we are owned and controlled by the women? I was furious when I realized. How is it you all are not upset by this?” Christof asked sounding shocked.

“We are together, brother. You remember we gain strength from that. Perhaps it would not have been so bad for you had we all been there,” Master Damien said as Master Bane reached over and clasped his shoulder.

The men continued to talk amicably and I was just stunned. They weren’t acting at all like Christof had thought they would. It was like they all expected this was the case. I shook my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

A hand was running down my back and I looked up at Master Evan. He looked playful.

“We need to work on our bond brothers,” he said.

Christof looked unsure. It took me a minute to realize why I was suddenly part of the conversation. Once it hit me I realized what my responsibility was in this matter.

They needed to re-bond with Christof. From what Rose had said group activities helped the bond. Excluding Christof, I was always a group activity.

I walked across the little room to Christof and got up in his lap. No one stopped me, they all just watched. Kissing up and down his neck, I tried to murmur encouragement in his ear. I felt his hardness growing against my leg, so I knew I was doing a good job. He picked me up and carried me toward the bedroom. The rest of the men followed while shedding clothes.

Christof sat me on my feet as Master Evan and Master Damien pulled off my minimal coverings. It was a little nerve racking; they all looked ready, very ready. Nothing in the prior conversation had made me feel that way. I wasn’t sure what had them feeling like this.

I stroked Master Evan’s arm and whispered in his ear to please use the oil. He just laughed at me softly. Hands pushed me back onto the bed and Master Evan knelt between my legs. He covered me with his body and pushed his staff against my dry opening. My body tensed waiting for the pain.

I felt lips on my neck running up to my ear.

“Have we not proven since the first day cycle we would not cause you pain? We know your human body better than you do. You will be ready when we wish you to be,” he said sliding his hand across my full breasts.

Master Evan was a domineering ass and somehow that made him all the more sexy. As he licked and sucked his way down my body, I begrudgingly had to admit I’d be wet by the time he got where he was going.

I was irritated. Before he could get down to my center, I scooted out from underneath him and flipped onto my stomach.

I çağlayan escort slipped quickly across the bed and made it to Christof. He thought it was funny and lay down watching me. A yelp escaped me as Master Evan bit my exposed ass. Thankfully he didn’t use the fangs.

“Stay,” Master Evan ordered gruffly grabbing my hips.

“No,” I said crawling over a laughing Christof.

“You are really irritating my brother, Ciara,” Christof said.

My answer was cut short as Master Evan started to lap at my cunt. I loved it when he did that. Still hovering over Christof’s chest I allowed myself to be explored. Christof pulled me down for a searing kiss as Master Evan paid attention to every part of me except my aching clit. I moaned as he removed the plug, I’d forgotten it was still there. Then he put his tongue where the plug had been.

“No, stop, that’s gross, Master Evan,” I begged dropping my hips until my wetness lay over Christof’s cock.

“And you love it Ciara. You make more lubrication when I do that, don’t deny it. I’d know you are lying,” he said arrogantly.

“Is it ready, brother?” Master Kein asked winding a hand in my hair.

I was irked by how easily they seemed to get me worked up. I huffed and raised myself over Christof. I aimed his length and slid down over it.

“Yes, I’m ready, Master Kein,” I said starting to shift my hips.

“What are you doing, Ciara?” Master Damien asked watching me curiously.

I didn’t have a good answer for that. I was doing what we always did, I was just on top. Christof groaned and answered for me.

“Ciara is bringing me great pleasure, brothers. I do not mind the position,” he said gripping my hips fiercely.

I placed my hands on either side of his shoulders and started to canter my ass seductively up and down. I hoped the group behind me was enjoying the show as I slid on Christof’s staff. On each downstroke I ground myself against him.

Breath in my ear and heat at my back surprised me. Master Kein was looking down at Christof.

“You do not mind it is on top?” he asked.

The idea of finally being in control of one of these wanton sessions had me feeling empowered. I looked back over my shoulder at Master Kein and answered for Christof.

“If you think someone should be on top of me, Master Kein, get on.”

He looked a little startled and a lot confused.

I had learned a few cuss words from Fuji. In the past I’d been very careful not to use them. Fear it would make my Masters angry had stifled my creative spirit. Right now I didn’t think they would take me down to the posts.

“Put your cock up my ass and fuck me,” I whispered back to him.

A collective gasp came from behind me. Christof seemed to think it was funny; he laughed. The voices behind us were discussing whether what I had suggested was possible. They hadn’t asked about doing that together.

Christof allowed me to slow down while fingers explored me from behind. Finally I stilled over Christof and relaxed toward him. There was faint sheen of sweat over his chest and I licked at it. I adored the slightly salty taste of him.

Over my shoulder I watched Master Kein cautiously approach my ass. I wanted to move.

“Hurry up. Stick it in and fuck me,” I commanded.

That was more brazen than I had ever been with them. I hoped they wouldn’t be angry.

Master Kein obeyed without much fanfare. His length seared into me and I hissed through my teeth. There was pain mixed with the pleasure. It was so good, it was too much; I couldn’t decide.

My noises were ignored as the men intently watched one another. It was awkward at first, but soon they had a rhythm going. I wasn’t a terribly active participant I just offered myself in the direction of whoever was moving.

My ass burned a little with the stretch, but Master Kein’s moans of pleasure were so beautiful I ignored the slight pain. He was muttering words Fuji had yet to teach me in my ear. I couldn’t understand him, but it sounded like he was thrilled. Christof for his part looked relaxed as he stroked my breasts and thighs. He seemed happier than I’d ever seen him.

Licking my lips I looked up from Christof’s face and saw Master Damien watching me intently. His erection was rock solid and ready. Erect he was eight inches of fury and thick. I loved feel of him pressing between my lips. Often he allowed me to suck on his magnificent staff while someone else took me from behind. I tried to use my eyes to offer him that now. When he didn’t respond quickly enough, I got braver.

“Come feed me your cock, Master Damien,” I purred.

He came toward me slowly stroking that awesome rod. Their semen was pinkish and I could see a little clinging to the tip. Flirtatiously, I licked that off first. His member pressed between my lips and I sucked on him. Using my tongue I swirled him around my mouth and tasted him like fine wine. Soon I had relaxed my throat and was taking him as deep as he wanted.

It seemed like this much sex would be impossible, but they were so considerate of one another it was really easy. Somehow I rocked between the three of them accepting their cocks with ease. My clit, caught as it was, rubbed continuously on Christof. I was quickly approaching orgasm.

A Quarto Milk

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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

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*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.

***

***RODRIC EAMES***

***

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?”

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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.

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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

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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.