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Cheryl dropped her basket on the table with a sigh. Before she could react, she was grabbed by the hair and slammed into a wall.

“I think you and I should have a little “talk”.” Elunara growled into her ear.

“You… you’ll never get by…”

Elunara slammed her again. “See, that’s the beauty of the thing; because I don’t think you understand what I have already gotten by with. One measly little bitch, who can’t keep her mouth SHUT, is nothing.”

“You…”

Elunara slammed Cheryl’s face into the counter. “Told you what would happen,” Slam. “If you spread your filthy,” Slam. “Lies again.” Slam. “So, when the daughter,” She slammed the woman’s head into the wall. “Of some other random socialite is spreading the same filth… Well, I knew just where to go, didn’t I?”

Cheryl shrank back against the wall. “They’ll see… what you’ve done.” She gasped.

“You seem to be forgetting something important.” Elunara summoned her dagger and slashed it across Cheryl’s wrist. Casually sitting the dagger on the counter, she ran a hand over the bleeding gash until it was nothing more than a faint scar. “I can heal.” She growled.

Cheryl’s eyes went wide as she stared at the near invisible line.

“So, let’s… talk.”

Satisfied, Elunara sat above the training yard and worked on her projects.

“Hey, Elunara…” Jerry fidgeted. “I wanted to apologize for my mother. I had no idea…”

“As evidenced by the fact you were trying to climb under my counter to quietly die of embarrassment.”

“I never knew she did that…” He sighed.

“Don’t feel guilty for the origins of your birth. Your mother did what she felt she had to do. Maybe she wanted babies and had only one way to get them, or maybe it was a side effect of what she did. But, I can understand the desire to suppress some part of herself just to fit in and have friends. Hell, you two hid it forever in my room. Just shows how much like your mother you truly are. Be proud of that. You can now connect on a level you never had before, just by virtue of who you are.” She waved her pencil. “As for the other thing? I’m over it. I’ll do what I do best, and work with it from there.”

“Oh! You’re such a sweetheart!” Kaileen wrapped her arms around Elunara’s neck.

“ACK! STOP!” Elunara choked. “I need air, you loony!” She whacked the woman repeatedly with her pencil.

A chuckle had them all freezing. Jerry jumped up and saluted.

“Once again, I find you in a curious position.”

Elunara dislodged the stunned woman’s arms. “Hello, Lover.”

“And who is this?”

“This is Jerry’s mom, Kaileen. Jerry’s mom, this is Varian. Well, you’ll call him King Wyrnn. I don’t.”

“Couldn’t hold you to it at sword point.” Varian chuckled again.

“Your majesty!” Kaileen bowed.

“Kaileen here is the exact opposite of Louis’ dad. If you catch my drift.” She winked. “The EXACT opposite. In fact, she’s requested the “full treatment”.”

Varian’s eyes went wide.

Kaileen blushed. “Does he know what that is?”

“I’ve had it myself.” He laughed.

“You really are the goddess of sex.” Kaileen marveled.

“And we are all her loyal subjects.” Varian winked. “Where is little Lulu?”

“Chrissy had one of her manic moments and wants to see if she can handle two children at once. Gerald prays she can’t.” Elunara giggled.

“That woman keeps him in trouble, doesn’t she?”

“And he wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Love is a fascinating thing.” He murmured.

“That it is.” She beamed up at him.

He stooped down beside her. “Tonight.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Of course.”

He stood and left.

“You and the King?” Kaileen breathed.

“Mm, and he is magnificent.”

“It’s actually rather difficult to find someone Elunara hasn’t had her hands on.” Jerry blushed.

She reached over and scratched Jerry’s head. “All too true.”

Kaileen furrowed her brow. “Even you?”

Jerry blushed. “I thought that… if I had her… service… the guys would accept me as normal. Only… she figured it out and got supremely pissed that I’d lied.”

“I escort kurtköy have heard it all, I have seen it all, I have done it all… if you can’t be honest with me, get the hell out of my house.” She shrugged.

“But, like I told you… it was because of her that I have my Louis.”

“You two saps were giving me a headache, and then you wait until I get farkin KIDNAPPED to finally come out. Don’t even have the decency to do it where I can watch.” She snorted.

“I said I was sorry.” Jerry crossed his arms.

“Don’t care; I’m still going to ream you for the rest of your natural life.” She popped her elbow on her board. “And if I can harness your soul, I’ll keep it around just to dick with.”

“What are you, a warlock now, too?”

“Fuck if I know, I’ve lost track.” She snorted.

“Whaaaat does that mean?” Kaileen blinked.

“I’m both a rogue and a priest. Don’t ask me, I don’t even know how it works.” She shrugged. “Hm, now that’s a fascinating thought… if I could keep preferred souls around like a necklace…” She scribbled a note on her paper.

Jerry rolled his eyes. “Elunara got started, everybody run.” He snorted.

“Do not put it past me to spank you.” Elunara pointed her pencil. “You wanna call me mommy; we can make it a thing.”

Jerry buried his face in his hands. “GODS! Only YOU!”

Gerald snorted. “Let me guess, Elunara is giving you horrible mental images.”

“YES!”

“Welcome to my day.”

“Hey, you’re the one who called me your sister.”

“And I deeply regret it.” Gerald stuck out his tongue.

“I said it once, and I’ll say it again…” Zelinnia sighed. “You have a weird relationship with everyone.”

“Including you, my Blood Elf beauty.” Elunara winked.

Kaileen scrambled back. “A Blood Elf? HERE?”

Zelinnia jerked a thumb. “She must be new.”

Elunara laughed. “Meet Jerry’s mom, Kaileen. She’s… a lively one.”

“Howdy.” Zelinnia waved.

“Where are the babies?”

“I could ask the same of you. Johnathan has them. We’re having a problem with one of your damned additions.”

“Which one?”

“The twirling door? It’s suck. We’re having to scoot past it sideways. Even Johnathan can’t do anything about it.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll come look.” She tucked her board away.

Elunara peered down into the hole. Concentrating, she cast her glow. “Hm. I’ll have to take it down. Got a ladder?”

Renwa sat a stepstool down.

She popped the locks at the top and hopped down, top of the door door in hand. She tugged it out of the way and put her glow into the hole in the floor. “I see it.” Digging around, she yanked out a mangled mess of metal. “Well, it USED to be pretty.”

Zelinnia frowned. “So THAT’s where that bracelet went. Damn, I liked that one.”

“I’ll get you a new one.” Renwa kissed her neck.

“Well, it jammed the ball bearings, and after that point…” Elunara shrugged. She put the door back in its frame and locked it into place.

“That door has been really convenient, but I’d like to lock the thing occasionally.” Zelinnia sighed.

“You goofball, it locks here…” She demonstrated. “And here. See? Doesn’t move.”

“Oh. Oops.”

“Silly Blood elf.” Elunara tugged Zelinnia’s ear.

“Hey, I’ll give YOU the same warning about getting me started.” Zelinnia stuck out her tongue.

Quickly, Elunara grabbed Zelinnia’s tongue with her lips. Zelinnia squeaked and jumped back.

Renwa began to laugh. “I’ve got to try that trick.”

Elunara winked. “It works wonders.”

Grogek opened his eyes and blinked into the darkness. By his estimation, he needed to be up in an hour or so. Looking down, he grinned at his erection. Elunara lay by his side, completely out. He snuggled her into his arms, and she merely smiled in her sleep, unconsciously snuggling down. Carefully, he slipped a hand up to her breast and cupped it. Tugging her leg up, he shifted her across him. With gentle, deliberate movements, he got her worked up. She moaned softly in her sleep.

Grabbing her hip with his free hand, bodrum eskort he plunged himself into her waiting folds. She was awake at once, gasping in shock. He licked her neck, and pumped himself in and out of her slick, wet folds. With his trapped hand, he tormented her nipple, gently massaging the breast with his free fingers. She clung to the bed, gasping and groaning. When she clamped down around him, he tugged himself free of her and pushed himself into her ass.

In and out he worked, with a deceptive gentleness, to not harm her tiny body. His teeth scraped against her neck, and she arched back against him. Pumping his dick in and out of her tight ass, he groaned as he filled her. The sensation of his throbbing dick caused her to clamp down around him again. Just when she thought he was done with her, he slipped his two fingers into her front.

He shifted both hands down, two fingers of one hand pumping in and out of her, while the other one teased her clit. By time she was shivering and shaking with it, Tulani popped her head up and just watched.

Elunara gasped and clung to the bed. “Well, that’s one way to wake up.”

Grogek grinned. “Complaining?”

She turned her head over and pressed her mouth to his. “Not one damned bit.”

Jordan stood in the door. “That’s the one problem with our room set up. Nothing to do with MY morning wood.”

Elunara climbed out of bed and grabbed Jordan by the dick, hauling him inside. She closed the door and knelt down. “Guess I’ll have to fix that.” She slipped her mouth over her the tip.

Jordan groaned and grabbed her head, digging his fingers into her hair. “Baby…”

Quickly, she slipped her mouth up and down, taking in the full of him. He leaned back against the door, as she sucked him off. Her hands went down and cupped his balls, dancing them in her expert hands. Pressing herself down, she kissed the base of his shaft, the full of his dick in her mouth. He exploded into her throat. Shifting backward, she freed him as she swallowed the load. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

“Better?”

“Much.” He groaned.

She licked her thumb. “I have yet to figure out why you’re so much sweeter than other males.”

He rolled his eyes. “You and your weird obsessions.”

“Well, I guess sweet cum leads to sweet children.”

Jordan raked his fingers through his hair. “That… is the single weirdest mental image you have ever given me.”

Downstairs, that afternoon, Elunara whistled as she prepped the assortment of foods she would try to feed Lulu today.

The door opened and both boys came in groaning.

“Momma!” Darguni whined. “Dad works us too hard.”

“I’ve never worked so hard in my LIFE!” Bradly complained.

“Then quit.”

“But…”

“I’m not about to ask them to go easy on you.” She put a hand on her hip as she leaned against the counter. “You’ve only been at this a month… Either do it or quit. Those are your options. Maybe you can try again in a few years, when you’re older and more mature.” She shrugged. “Meanwhile, stay out of everyone else’s way, because if something happens, you’re just going to get yourself killed.” She went back to chopping fruit.

“I can’t quit, dad’ll KILL me!” Darguni shrank back.

“If you can’t handle the consequences of your actions, then don’t do it. Tell the both of your dads that you’re just untried children and go back to doing… kiddy things.” She waved vaguely. “I mean, you ARE only twelve. No one is expecting you to actually SUCCEED at this crazy little endeavor. Most people wait until they’re eighteen to try out, and here you are…” She shrugged again. “Excuse me; Lulu is up from her nap.” She sat her stuff down, and headed upstairs.

Bradly glared at the knife on the chopping block. “I don’t know about you… but I will prove them all wrong.”

Darguni crossed his arms. “I am not a child.”

“Momma says you’ll be the biggest, toughest thing out there, eventually.” Bradly tapped his fingers on the counter.

“She also said you’d be the fastest, most agile…”

“I guess we escort göztepe gotta start somewhere.”

“And I guess Papa didn’t get where he is by whining.”

“We’ll do better.” Bradly nodded.

“Right after a nap.” Darguni yawned.

Elunara walked back down the stairs with a grin. Sitting Lulu in her chair, she chuckled. “Ah, your brothers are funny little things. Come my sweet little love; let’s get some food into you.”

Elunara blinked. “Hello, Mother.” She stared at Tyrande standing on her porch.

Tyrande held out the book. “I have finally finished.”

“Alright. You didn’t fill in any of the makers I gave you.”

“Because I have decided that I want all of them.”

“All of them?!”

“Every one. Every single piece of information you have deigned to write down, I want. In order to fully know you, one must fully read you.”

“I… I’m impressed.”

Tyrande wrapped her arms around Elunara. “My dear, sweet daughter. I had no idea.”

“Ack!” After a moment, Elunara laughed and returned the hug. “Well, this is a change from forty years ago.”

“That it is. I had no idea you had been through so much.”

Elunara tugged herself free. “Yeah, well, you need to keep in mind that I had very limited emotional responses to any of it. It wasn’t until Grogek, that I began to realize what any of it did to me.”

“I find that so difficult to believe.”

“Well, some of it…” She gave a shaky shrug. “Let’s just say that I’ve had a long time to deal with it.”

She started to stick the book on the shelf and then considered. “I have a fascinating idea…” She tucked the book on the shelf and went outside. Tyrande followed her with a mild curiosity. Pointing to a spot, Elunara waited until Tyrande moved there. She then broke a branch off of a tree and made it smooth. Quickly, she began to sketch the runes and necessary pictographs into the dirt. For a couple of hours she worked, round and round she went, until she completed the circle.

“Please wait here. Yell at someone if they mess me up.” Elunara jogged back and began to carefully prep her books. When she was satisfied, she ran back out. “Here goes nothing!” Elunara stood in the center of her designs and began to pump out energy.

The bright glow brought people from all over to watch.

“What is she doing?” Marveled SaTa.

Through each rune, a stack of books came through the opened portals. When at last the stacks of books rested on the soft dirt, Elunara changed her energy. Closing her eyes, she focused all of her energy and anger into one ridiculous blow. She slammed her hands on to the ground with a scream. When she was spent, she collapsed.

She woke up in Varian’s arms. “What in the world were you doing?” He asked.

“Copying my books?” She rubbed her head. “No idea if that worked.”

Tyrande held up a pair of books. “It worked perfectly.”

With a groan, she rolled out of Varian’s arms. “Alright, if you’ll just take the copies off of the design, I can send all of my stuff back into library.”

“How do you even know how to DO this?” Tyrande set the secondary stacks off to the side.

“Lots and LOTS of stolen magic, crazy ass experimentation…”

“And one epic scale temper tantrum.” Varian snorted.

“Hush you.” She pointed at him. “And get off my ring. I need to be the only one in place.”

“You know, you have gotten really bossy.” Varian put his hands on his hips.

“Maybe because you spoil me rotten.” She winked. She kissed his chin. “Now, shoo with you, before I teleport you too.”

“Alright, I have them all.”

Elunara focused her energy into the ground and reversed the summoning process. When the last of her books disappeared, she grabbed her head. “Oh man, that was nasty. I need energy.”

“To the ring?” Varian grinned.

“Oh, definitely. This little crowd helps, but I need a meal.” She stretched. “First, let me help mother deal with the books.”

At the boat, Tyrande grasped Elunara’s hands. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Your books will be well cared for in our library and I think everyone should know… the kind of transformation you have gone through.”

Elunara shrugged. “That’s up to you.”

“I am SO proud of you.”

“Ok, now you’re just making me feel weird.” Elunara laughed. “The boat is about to leave you…”

“I will be back, my daughter.” Tyrande hugged her again, before stepping on to the boat.

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“I can’t believe the entire yard, if not the entire city is angry with me over last night.” Ryan sat on the ground beside the standing Mark.

“We are pretty protective of our goddess and you pissed her off.”

“By defending her from being watched?”

“Was that what you were doing? I sounded more to me like you were decrying her favorite sport.”

“Sport?”

“Fucking. Fucking and being watched while doing it, mostly. She limits her activities to the Grove, so those who don’t want to watch don’t have to. See, Elunara is an energy creature; she absorbs all the love and affection that someone is willing to give her. It is food to her, or maybe it’s like beer to us. She doesn’t have to have it, but boy does she like to get drunk off her ass on it. You cannot judge her on this; it’s who she is. Everyone knows it, especially her husbands.” Mark sighed.

“Every year, for her birthday, a group of us go and let her play with us like little mice in a maze. We always get our share of the cheese. For her eightieth, there were eight of us, we had a fucking orgy, and it was amazing, she was practically glowing by the end of the day. I hear tale of when she was a mission specialist she fucked like twenty guys in a single day. She’s completely crazy, but we love her for it.”

“I might puke.” Ryan bent over.

“Most would. Those of us that are used to her and her crazy ways love her for it. Even her husbands. Hell, especially her husbands. Grogek used to torment the guys that spent a day under her care, because they were so afraid of him that they gave him extra effort and work. Once we realized it was just part of their game, we worked even harder to get chosen as her playthings. Get in line or stick out of it. We don’t care, but you better not interfere.”

Elunara paced Tulani’s studio. “I can’t believe the nerve of that useless little twit.”

“Now Elunara, you know you can’t change everyone.”

“I never try.” Sinea began to cry, so Elunara picked her up. “Now, now my sugar baby, momma’s not angry with you.”

“Yes, but she knows you’re angry.”

“Annoyed.”

“Annoyed.” Tulani continued her sewing of the details. “In any event, I’m glad you did the Grove last night instead of tonight. I’m almost done with the dresses and I need to do some last minute fittings.”

“I don’t know why. Your work is always flawless.” Elunara shuffled Sinea around. “I think she’s hungry, want me to get it?”

“No thank you. I want to nurse my sweet little baby as much as I have time for. Five months old, and she’s already so big.” Tulani sat aside her work and took the baby from Elunara. Tugging her shirt open, she began the process. I had Darguni, and you had Lulu and Emaline. Now for my second baby.”

“She’s so pretty. A little pale for a Draenei, but what can you do?”

“There are plenty of pale Draenei, some are even completely white.”

“True. But you’re so blue.” Elunara ran her fingers over one of Tulani’s horns. “And just as beautiful.”

“Oh, you.” She switched Sinea to the other side. “Perhaps if I get her down for a nap…”

“I thought you had fittings.”

“I can always make time for you.” Tulani giggled. At the knock on the door, Tulani tugged her shirt closed. “Come in!”

“Momma Tuly, I’m sorry I’m late, I got stopped by Mayby.” Lulu brushed her hair back and kissed Tulani on the cheek.

“What does the harpy want?” Elunara sighed.

“Don’t know, but she was looking for you just the same.”

“Of course she was. I’ll go placate her, or she’ll have half the town looking for me.” Elunara disappeared out of the door.

“Oh, Mommy Tuly, it’s gorgeous!” Lulu wandered around the dress on the stand. “It’s so… perfect.”

“The dress is done. I don’t need you to try on this.”

“Then what am I here for?”

“Are you prepared for your wedding night?”

“Momma Tuly!” Lulu blushed. “Well momma and I had the talk, and I’m taking the stuff…”

“No… I mean these.” Tuly tugged back a curtain. “It’s time to find the perfect accompaniment to the rest of the outfit.” She winked.

The escort levent heat in Lulu’s face was almost unbearable. “These are… these leave nothing to the imagination.”

“Oh, I disagree, they add to the imagination. I have happy customers all over the world. Your first time is going to be spectacular, but let’s liven it up a bit, shall we?”

Elunara didn’t have to go far to find Mayby. “What is it now, you nutter?”

“I swear, sometimes you act like we aren’t friends.”

“Mayby, you only need me when you want something out of me. Spill it.”

“I do… not?”

“Seriously, think long and hard about it.”

Maybe paused and considered. “Ok, fine, maybe I’ll ask you out for tea someday, but that’s something else altogether.”

“So…?”

“Please don’t be angry with Ryan.”

“That’s… not a track I expected you to take.”

“Ryan is my nephew, his mother is my sister. He was just raised differently from you.”

“Mayby, I was raised differently than I act. I was supposed to pious and pure.”

Mayby stared at Elunara as if she had been slapped. “W- Seriously?”

“My mother is Tyrande, what do YOU think?”

“That’s… SERIOUSLY?”

“Stop saying that. After my rocky teen years, I found my first dick, and it went from there.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, please don’t stay mad at him. Please? He’s just so young, and foolish to the ways of the world. My sister was devastated when her husband died, she refuses all attempts to help her move on, she believes her husband to be her one and only.”

“Some are like that, Mayby. Leave her to her grieve in her own way. Just don’t let her grieve alone.”

“I’m not. It’s just, he was raised that men and women are to have their one and only, and we all know how absolutely crazy your family is.”

“Thanks, Mayby.” Elunara laughed.

“Just, consider what I said.”

“Mayby, you of all people should know how little I care for grudges. I was mad then, I’m not mad now. In fact I don’t particularly care. I’m just trying to get ready for my daughter’s wedding tomorrow.”

“Of course. I can’t wait. The Keep is looking amazing. Only the best for Princess Lulu.”

“Please, you know Varian will find a way to top it for Emaline’s wedding.”

“Oh, that day will be a banner day.” Mayby gave a heartfelt sigh. “I do love weddings. I wonder if I can find Ryan a bride…”

“Mayby! Enough with the scheming!”

“You first.” They shared a giggle.

“I hear that Gabriel girl doesn’t have a boyfriend yet.”

“Is that so?”

“Sic her, Mayby.”

Later that day, William sat on a bench outside of the mage tower.

“William?”

He looked back. “Oh, Hey Lunari.”

“I didn’t see you in class today.”

“Just not feeling well.”

“Yet, you’re here instead of at home in bed. You could have come to class.”

“Just didn’t feel like it.”

Lunari sat on the bench and put a hand to William’s forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”

“I’m sorry, I just…”

The door opened and Lulu practically bounced out of the door. She was joined by Abigail and both were chattering back and forth.

“Oh. Them.” Lunari’s voice was flat and dull.

“You can’t get within five feet of either of them without being swept up into wedding talk.”

“Yeah. Everyone knows how much you care for Lulu.”

“She thinks I’m her brother. To her I might as well BE her twin.”

“I’m sorry.” Lunari hugged her book to her chest. “You want to go to Tippy’s and get a bite to eat?”

“Tippy’s catering the wedding. So, no.”

“Then let’s hit one of the other inns. The city has seven of them.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Lulu bounced. “Tomorrow! I almost didn’t come to class today, it was SO hard to sit and pay attention to Mr. Masters.”

“I can imagine.” Abigail bit her lip. “You sure you’re not mad at me about what I said to Nara.”

“You were just brain fuzzled by Grodan’s proposal. I can easily forgive something said in passion.”

“Your mother almost escort bayan bodrum killed me.”

“She does have a temper.” Lulu held up her hand. “I got a scar to prove it.”

“I don’t think your mother did that in a temper. From what uncle Gerald said, she did it with deliberate precision.”

“She was angry with the boy that tried to kidnap us.”

“NOT the same thing, sweetie.”

“Well, whatever she said to Mr. Masters when she was pissed helped me out, so I can’t argue with that either.” Lulu flicked her hair out of her face.

“I can’t wait to see your wedding dress.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely fabulous. SO perfect. But you should see what Momma Tuly is giving me to wear UNDER the dress.”

“Under?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Lulu took Abigail’s hand and they ran together down to Tulani’s studio.

“Back already?” Tulani laughed as she cuddled Sinea to her chest.

“I wanted to show Abigail your secret line.”

“AH hah! Couldn’t get enough of it, could you?”

“Oh, but you have some fabulous designs!”

“Lulu has been babbling about them the whole way. She’s about got me convinced to wait on marriage like she has.”

“Oh, really?”

“We’ve… well, this is embarrassing.” The heat flew to Abigail’s face.

“You can tell me, sweetie.” Tulani laid Sinea in her bassinet.

“Well, we’ve kissed and put hands in each other’s clothes, but that’s as far as we’ve gotten. I haven’t decided when to lose myself yet.”

“How romantic.” Tulani giggled. “I can honestly say that you should only do what you are comfortable with. I didn’t wait, but that was what I was most comfortable with. We never did the wedding thing, but that was ok for us. We consider Elunara’s marriage to Grogek to also be our joining, because of the significance. It’s just what it was.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Not a bit.” Tulani shrugged. “In this family, a declaration is just as important as the act itself. We treasure that.”

The entire city was decked to the hilt in wedding decorations. Most had taken the day off, knowing they wouldn’t do any business on such an auspicious day. The keep was filled to capacity, standing room only for princess Lulu’s wedding. Even the steady stream of rain outside did not detract from the beauty within the Keep. The nervous bride waited in one of the wings, Elunara and Tulani there. Tulani made her way around Lulu, eyeing every stitch in the dress for any wear or tear.

“You know, I was half mad with worry when I married Varian. It was a weird sensation.” Elunara wrapped her arms around Lulu. “Then Tulani reminded me that Horde might attack and give me a blood bath to gleefully attend.”

“Thanks Momma.” Lulu laughed. “That’s real helpful.”

“There’s a million things that could go wrong…”

“You’re not helping her, my love.” Tulani muttered around the straight pins in her mouth.

“But, they won’t because I won’t let them.” Elunara hugged Lulu hard. “A little rain is a good thing, sure every bride wants to be married on a day as sunny as her impending happiness, but rain brings good tidings to the farmers and the flowers. Today, as so many people wait inside for the chain of news that is our bride to be, you and Nara commit the rest of your lives together. Just the two of you.”

“Thank you, mother, that was beautiful.”

“Where, oh where, did I go wrong and raise a monogamous!” Elunara cried in fake despair.

Lulu giggled wildly. “Some of us only have room for one.” She added in her most prim voice.

A woman stuck her head in the door. “I need the flower girl and bride to line up. Mother and… other mother… to your seats please.”

“Good luck, my baby. I love you.” Elunara slipped away from Lulu.

Tulani stood up and wrapped her arms around Lulu. “Knock him dead, my daughter.”

“Thank you both.” Lulu reached the door and wrapped her arm around Jordan’s. “Oh, Daddy. You’re crying.”

“It’s not every day that my only daughter gets married.”

Emaline was the flower girl, tossing her handfuls escort fulya of flowers on to the pathway as Lulu made her way up. Looking to Nara, she spotted the broach on his chest and her heart soared. At the altar, Jordan tugged Lulu in for a quick hug, before he broke away to sit in the crowd.

Their vows were said and kisses exchanged, then the couple made the long run down the crowd of well wishers before they were able to escape to the small house Nara had purchased. He scooped her up and carried her over the threshold.

“You’re mine now.” He grinned.

“Forever and always.” She brushed her lips against his.

“Many long months I’ve waited, longer still if you count before we decided to wait on each other. I want to do this right and I want to do this slow.”

“We have all the time in the world.” She breathed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He took his time, pressing his lips to hers, soft and slow, mating their lips together. When she opened her mouth, he took his advantage and used his tongue against hers, tasting and savoring; he ran his tongue along the top of her teeth and elicited a gasp from her.

Her hands came up under his uniform, and her fingers dug rows down his back. Moving his hands back, he found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. Pulling the material forward, he blinked down at the lacy bits underneath. “What?”

“Aren’t they amazing? I love the feel of them on my skin.”

“I do too.” He ran his hands over the bra and grinned. “What other secrets do you hide, my love?”

“There are matching panties, and Momma Tuly sent me over a mess of various types.”

“We are going to have too much fun with all of them I imagine.”

“She told me there are more where that came from.”

“Bless Momma Tuly.” He groaned. Once again, he went for her mouth, hands roaming over the soft fabric against her breasts. She tugged at the bottom of his uniform and he let go of her. “Hold on.” He took off his gear and stowed it in the closet near the door. When he was down to his pants, he turned back to her. “Now we have no distractions.”

“Except this dress.” She twirled a little and the bottom of the skirt flared out.

“Of course.” He laughed.

Lulu pushed the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. With great care, she picked it up and tucked it into the closet. “Now I don’t have to hear Tulani in my head warning me about the care of that silly dress.”

“Or Jordan in mine about my uniform.” Nara grinned at Lulu.

Lulu fidgeted in place, her hands over her belly. “Um, now what?”

“Now, we enjoy each other.” He stepped forward and took her into her arms. “You will be honest with me, won’t you?”

“About what?”

“If what I do pleases you, or displeases you.”

“Nothing you could do would displease me.”

He captured her mouth for his own, devouring the taste of her. His hands roamed down her body and found that center heat. She gasped and he pressed his advantage once more taking her mouth completely. Carefully he laid her on the bed and climbed over on top of her. She spread her legs out and he scooted down, licking over the top of the fabric and wet hairs.

Gasping, she grabbed at his hair, as he rubbed over the fabric, pressing some of it into her. Then he tugged the panties to the side and slipped a finger in. In and out, he pumped his finger, feeling around inside her. When she began to writhe under him, he tugged himself out of his pants and, in one swift movement, buried himself in that wet heat.

She cried out in pain and he cringed.

“What did I do wrong?”

“I… I… wait, I just… move a little.” She gasped.

“Like this?” He shifted his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt so much. Try again.”

“Tell me how to make it better for you.” He pumped his hips in and out.

“It is better. It was the suddenness of you.”

“I’m so sorry.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips. “Please forgive me.”

“The moment has passed. Make love to me, Nara.”

“At once.” He buried his face into her neck, licking ad kissing his way across her collarbones and shoulders. As he worked himself in and out of her wet, slick center, their hands roamed over each other and lips and tongue found those hidden spots on each other’s bodies.

Together, they rode those hills and valleys of sensation. As she clamped down around him, he let himself go.

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Over the next few days, Elunara and Grogek wandered around the town, learning the lay out and allowing him to be seen, unchained.

She left him sitting in the barracks, frowning down at a map. A quick walk, and she made her way to the healing building. Sticking her head in, she spotted the head healer, a dwarf.

“Hey Ina. I’m getting low on my tonic.”

The squat little dwarf looked up at the tall night elf. “I figured you’d be by eventually. The way you go through the stuff.” She turned and began digging through some bottles. “You’re in luck. The Draenei have a potent flower on this world that’s much stronger and works for the month.” She poured liquid into a cup and handed it to Elunara.

“Sweet.!” Elunara chugged it back.

“In your case, I made it a little stronger than usual. Can’t have any little accidents running around.”

Elunara smirked. “Can’t say I disagree.” She handed over the cup.

Walking around, she smiled inwardly at the looks she garnered. It was always her specialty to stir up trouble, and felt the best when she was center of attention. She knocked on the General’s door.

“Enter.”

“Howdy do.”

“Things seem to be going well.” He folded his hands in front of his face. “The townsfolk are not happy with me. They expect him to start slaughtering the masses at any minute.”

Elunara waved a hand. “Perception.”

“This better pay off, and soon.”

“You’re entirely too tense.” She leaned forward and grinned. “You know I’m always willing to help with that.”

He sighed. “Don’t escort sarıyer even try it. Keep on task.”

She shook her head and straightened up. “You’re grumpier since they made you General.”

“Does he have any indication…?” The General let the comment hang in the air.

Quiet, she stared out the window. “He suspects…” She shook her head. “He’s been trying to tell me something, but I’m having difficulty understanding him.” She tapped her fingers on her leg.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft on the orc.”

She shook her head and continued to stare at the clouds in the sky through the window. Abruptly she turned to the General. “I have him well in hand. I will pick him apart, just like any other. Meanwhile, I’ll keep him useful.”

The General frowned. “Do so.”

She left then and swung into the barracks to pick up her drawing desk.

Grogek grinned up at her, but continued to examine the map. “Going drawing?”

“You know me, I can’t stay still.”

He abandoned his map and moved over to her. His lips brushed her hair. “This place must drive you mad.”

She laughed. Opening the door, she pointed to a far hill. “I’m going to go up there. I have a pretty good view. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

She hiked her way to the top of the hill and sat next to a tree. Adjusting herself, she watched the men in training. After seeing the Iron horde’s fortress, she sighed. They really weren’t ready. She lost herself in her art.

A huge shape blocked bodrum escort bayan the light.

“Hello, Groggy.”

He laughed. “I don’t like when you call me that.” He sat down behind her, his legs coming down beside hers.

She adjusted back, he leaned against the tree and shifted her backside into his crotch. For awhile he just sat there, his arms wrapped around her waist, as she drew. She was comfortable. Not just a physical comfort, but a personal, emotional comfort she had never experienced any other way. She sighed and looked over the training yard.

“They really are pathetic.” He muttered.

“Aren’t they just?” She scribbled a bit more.

His hands began to move, and his right hand slipped up into her shirt and cupped her breast. The left one travelled into her pants. Gently he began to lick her neck. She mumbled and shifted, as his fingers slipped down through her hair to the soft wetness below.

“I see you sitting here.” He whispered. “A hungry she wolf, desperate for a kill.” He slid a finger into her and massaged her breast with his other hand. “You want them.” He began to rhythmically pump his finger in and out. “They’re not enough to satisfy you,” He slid a second finger and grinned at her moan. “But still you’d drag them to your den.”

Down below, a pair of soldier stood in rest.

“Hey, man, look up the hill.”

The other started to turn but the first smacked him. “Don’t be obvious.”

“It’s the orc and the whore. So what?”

“Follow his escort ortaköy left arm.”

“Oh. OH.” He blushed. “Gods, look at her face.” He whispered.

“Any other,” Grogek continued. “Would be jealous of his mate looking at another man the way you do.” He nipped at her shoulder, and dragged his teeth across sensitive skin. “However, I just want to see you do it.” He buried his fingers deep in her. “My beautiful she-wolf.” He murmured.

Her body shuddered and her eyes glazed. She collapsed against him and panted softly. He pulled his fingers free and slid them up her body, resting his hands on her stomach. After a final shudder, she adjusted herself and looked over her shoulder.

“Did that take some of the edge off, my love?” He grinned.

“I don’t understand you.” She said finally.

“I told you. I know you.” He nuzzled her neck. “I saw you in Grommash’s fortress, I see you now. You’ve told me much about yourself and I know. You require men. You want them, you crave them. One will never be enough for you. I’m not only ok with that. I want to watch it happen.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

For once Elunara found herself completely silent. She stared at the soldiers below. Grogek seemed content to hold her in his arms. She couldn’t even bring herself to draw.

“They are just terrible.”

“Huh?” She blinked dumbly.

“This is the best they have to offer? The Iron Horde will sit on them.”

“Then do something about it.” Her voice sounded distant to her ears. Shaking herself she returned to the task at hand. “Take over. Train them.” She looked over at Grogek’s thoughtful face. “You were the Iron Horde’s best trainer, and they’re going to need Iron Horde perspective.” She rubbed her cheek to his. “Keep yourself useful, earn their respect and this place is yours.”

“How do we accomplish this?”

“We’ll take it to the General.”

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Volume 3 Chapter 3

3 – Let the Hunt Begin

Briee was quiet; careful. She stayed at a distance, yo-yoing between a hundred paces and almost triple that. The pounding rain that tore through the dense canopy of trees did a lot to mask her scent, it even helped with some of the noise as she stumbled through the thick brambles and gnarled roots of a forest still trying to claim whatever tiny slivers of untouched earth remained.

She was sure that the humans, slowed now by rain and the slurry of mud that had filled in the feeble ‘road’ parting the woods, would see her. But despite being in field plate and carrying her shield and sword, neither the humans or the lycan pack seem to pick up on her scent or the noise she made trudging through the mess of vegetation.

The hunt was always to one’s preferred skill set. Her father’s children lived and, occasionally, died by those restrictions innate to any pact. They were expected to carry out their hunts in a prescribed manner, as though they were some kind of mindless automaton. It was ridiculous, even to Briee. The heavy blade at her belt and years of heavy weight training had ensured she was ready for just about anything, but forsaking tactics and adapting? Was that truly the way of the dragon?

Briee watched over the rim of her red bandanna as the armored soldiers pulled their horses along the trail, trying to avoid the worst of the holes in the slick, muddy road where a rock had been washed away. The grey Alpha was trailing behind them in wolf form, ears perked forward and attentive despite his hair being matted down by constant rain and mud. His pack was only a few steps behind. They both had their own set of tactics, she imagined. Adaptable. Flexible.

They also had obliviousness on their side. No one noticed the short girl in plate armor taking a breather in the shade of the tree. It was insulting in some way, she had come to the Beson forest to hunt down the legendary Corengi pack, to take a trophy that would prove to her father that she was worthy of his blessings, but here she was trailing a bunch of whelps and their human counterparts. Barely worth her attention if not for the horses.

She missed meat. Real meat. Meat from the kind of animal she could give a running start to and actuallyrelishthe hunt. A dragon had to be patient, though. The year hadn’t been in vain, she promised herself. She’d come a long way since her first night. She’d show her father that she wasn’t ‘too human’ to contain the soul of a dragon.

There was a dozen ways this could go, she mused. Something had spooked the Alpha bad enough to keep him at a distance, perhaps the only thing that made this group of soldiers interesting at all. Maybe it was one of the Corengi mixed among the soldiers. . .

Yes! Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner? They were notorious for taking human form among their intended victims and wreaking havoc among therm until the intended meal was so confused and frightened that defending themselves from the onslaught to come would be impossible.

Briee closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in the wet earth smell of the forest. She opened her eyes slowly, leering at the precession for what felt like an eternity. She’d prove to her father she was worthy of a pact. She’d catch this lycan and sacrifice him– in her father’s name.

Yes. Yes, she would be accepted. She would show him her true strength and she’d be rewarded for it. Briee swept her gaze over the line of soldiers and lycans once more, settling on one of the men near the back of the line. She mentally marked the first of many targets before the week was out.

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Amaranth could have sworn she heard something but every time she turned or glanced, she couldn’t make out any specific forms in the thicket. The trees were so densely packed that even the shadows seemed layered beyond the road. Elven night vision be damned, between the cold, hammering rain and gloom, she may as well have been blind.

It was places like this that made people paranoid. Rumors, like the ones spreading through the solders’ ranks didn’t help anything, either. Talk of rustling noises in the camp at night or reports of men wandering about naked who, when confronted walked off into the forest and disappeared. She’d lost several nights sleep trying to catch sight of escort cihangir man, but so far he hadn’t made an appearance when she was on guard. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t anything out there, no. She could feel a pull on the fringes of her soul; a tingling like the kiss of razor wire run flat along her skin.

All told, it wasn’t the worst that could have happened in this forest, but the toll the rumors were taking on morale was starting to become a tangible thing. Every night they made camp, every time the soldiers opened their mouths, there was a kind of edge. It was the sound of men too disquieted to focus and too macho to admit their fear.

In the three days since her vicious and beautiful lovemaking with Richard, supplies had gone missing, more shadows had been seen moving about the camp than at a post-wartime brothel, and the general quality of life had decreased to the point that soldiers quietly complained about the sleeping rotations and reduced rations. Worse still, some openly bemoaned the fact that only Richard was allowed to sleep the whole night through.

There was dissension among the soldiers and despite the sergeant at arms trying to curtail it, Amaranth could see the wariness in their glances and the anger in some of their voices when they’d murmur about how they were unjustly pulled from their families to serve a ‘knife ear’ mandate.

But then, on the forth day of their trek, under a thick blanket of muggy heat and crushing boredom, someone uttered the phrase “Bet ol’ Slant dropped a whisper in in his ear. His father’d never do that.” Whether it was her hyper awareness in the face of danger or because that particular name had a history, Amaranth picked the conversation out among the din of insects and wildlife.

The name had been something her ‘friends’ had called her when she was young, something their human parents had used to reference the rearward slant of her pointed ears without coming out and saying that she, a half-blood would never be truly accepted in a human city. Old hatreds died hard, and the elves didn’t have many friends as it was, so seeing someone straddle the line between their races always made for a source of amusement. Or anger. Afterall, for her to have been born, both parents had betrayed the purity of their own race. It wasn’t any of this that allowed her her position. It was fortune, having been given to a high ranking aristocratic family had kept her alive during the early years, but it didn’t make her immune to the jabs of her peers.

Still, the name set the hair on the back of her neck on end. She immediately turned, leaving her horse to stand as equally dumbfounded as Markus. The soldiers surrounding the Duke started to part, but for a split second there was that hesitation.

“Who said it,” Amaranth scanned the faces of the men. “Who’s the soldier looking to make himself a serf among you.”

The men said nothing, they didn’t even flinch.

Richard gave her a shrewd look that told her she was treading dangerous ground, even now. It was too late for that, though. Amaranth pushed on, stepping into the gathering of men and horse. Her sharp amber eyes flit from face to face as though she could discern truth from a mere glance. She knew she couldn’t, of course, but that didn’t stop her from trying. “Speak up or I’ll–“

“You’llwhat, Dame Amaranth?” The sergeant at arms asked– and that was when she realized it was his voice she had heard.

Not wanting to loose the initiative, she didn’t stop until she was within arm’s reach. Before she could speak, he was already rising to meet her challenge, pale eyes dark and narrowed. “You have a job to do, Knight, do it and leave the handling of the men to me. It is whatyourDuke demands.”

She wasn’t thinking clearly or she wouldn’t have said something so stupid as, “I’m not challenging your authority to lead, but I won’t stand for your disrespect of my character. You slander above your station, a crime punishable by death in any civilized society–“

The men instinctively closed in, protective of their leader and almost immediately Amaranth saw the error in her judgment. Back peddling now would’ve been completely pointless, all that was left to her was to press down harder. For all the good it would do, she couldn’t loose face now. “Your field command is superb, but a soldier knows when to fight and when to let cooler heads and better minds prevail. Know your place, sergeant.”

“Due respect,Dame, I think you’ve forgotten yours.”

“W–“

“You were born to privilege and you got yourself a title, but you don’t have the field experience. You haven’t lead men in combat and bled along with them. Oh, you’ve no doubt mastered the fine art of looking good in a dress, m’lady, you might have earned the false respect ofhumans.” His voice was tight as he closed the distance between them. “You might even be the envy of every lower noble in Beson, but out here you don’tgetto tell me what to say escort bodrum and do. I am theonlyauthority.”

She opened her mouth with a retort that just wouldn’t come. It died at her lips, not by her volition, but by the searing kiss of hot energy that told her her goddess was watching and she didnotlike what was going to come out. Not in front of her charge, she couldn’t show that kind of emotion and she couldn’t let him see her that weak. She bit back on the words and cooled herself as best she could before she spoke in a soft, icy chill. “If you think to impugn my character or my allegiance again, we will cross blades, Sergeant.”

His beady eyes fixed on her in a glare that was all parts challenge. But his body language was decidedly neutral, a fine show he put on for Richard and his men, neither conceding anything or looking the aggressor.

The bastard even had the courage to smirk as she started to turn away. Quietly, she wondered to herself just what kind of penance she’d have to pay for pummeling the hell out of him. The last time she’d had such an ‘episode’, it’d taken weeks of cleaning the charity shelter’s floorboards of blood moss to set things right with her patron. Of course, getting into a bar brawl with some random strangers and fighting the right hand man of the very person she was supposed to be protecting were vastly different crimes.

Still, Amaranth mused, some things were worth doing. Someone had to clean the floors, it may as well have been someone who had the heart to do it right.

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That night after they had set up camp, Amaranth paced the perimeter in full view of the men with her head held high and the tiny glow crystal affixed to her pauldron in open defiance of the sergeant’s orders for light discipline. They’d need to see her if whatever was out in the woods prowling around the camp saw her, anyway. Foolish, perhaps, but her quiet rebuke of the overbearing old man made her feel somehow more grounded.

After a day of slogging through one mud hole after another and practically suffocating in the crushing humidity, it was her right to be a little obstinate. Besides, it feltgood. It was liberating to be able to express her own displeasure with the narrow minded fop without sinking to his level and drawing her blade. Wholly, wonderfully, appropriate.

As if the thought of his displeasure could conjure him from thin air, the old bastard and three soldiers stepped into the edge of the pool of light given off by her crystal. In the muted blue glow his face had a distinctly chilly and empty look that belied the strength in his voice when he said, “We’ll take it from here.”

She wanted to object, to challenge him. Still, she knew better. Inviting distention wasn’t her job and she still had a duty to carry out. She bit back on her anger and inclined her head slightly. The gentle tingle of warmth at the base of her spine was both a warning and reassurance from her goddess. She was doing what she had to do and being riled to fight him wasn’t going to do anyone any good.

Gods above there were times she wished she were a man– or human– or a human man. . . Amaranth flexed her hands as she stepped around the trio, wandering through the gloom until she got her bearings. She grabbed a piece of bread from the table in the middle of the inner circle but when she reached for her customary snack of cured mushrooms and nuts she stopped. Maybe it was the subtle pinch of the armor against her growing stomach or the tug of her goddess’s guidance pulling at the base of her spine. After moment, and with some reluctance, she reached for the deer jerky instead.

By the time she got to her little fold out chair, she had grown accustomed to the pull of her goddess and barely felt bothered by it any more. She was probably being reminded that she still had yet to pray, something she’d take care of after she ate. At least that was the plan until Markus approached with a smug little grin tugging at his lips.

Knowing better than to ask what had put it there, she took a bite of her bread and choked down the tangy musk of the moss that had been used to extend the flour. Somehow that remained prefferable right up to the point where it was clear he wanted to talk.

He squatted down a few feet and gave her a strange look at her choice of meals. When she didn’t comment, he produced a flask and drank from it. “I ever tell you how much I hate Benson woods?”

“Mmhm.” She knew what was coming, hell, she knew he was right to be upset with her, but that didn’t make it any more tolerable.

Markus took another swig from his flask and offered it to her, gaze lingering in the muted light. It was a strange effect the way his eyes flickered in the darkness, as though some private joke was swirling about in his mind and he was preparing to tell it but hadn’t found the words just yet. Slowly and without so much as a word of warning he leaned in towards her and murmured in a throaty voice that, even ten escort etiler years on, still warmed her a little inside. It was a voice of strength and stability. “I think Syches is going to shit himself when we get back.” He cast a surreptitious glance towards the sergeant at arms. “Don’t think anyone’s stood up to him since the battle of Brokenholm.”

Ammy continued to chew her bread, waiting for the hammer to drop.

Another private smile lit his eyes. It occurred to her that she hadn’t fallen into those eyes nearly enough over the years and even in recent months. She sighed to herself, swallowed and leaned forward. Before the words could touch her lips, though, he leaned up and kissed her tenderly.

There were a lot of things that she hadn’t done that she should have. Like reciprocating affections she didn’t deserve. He hadn’t forgotten what it used to be like, though, when life was simpler for both of them. He brushed her bangs back and laced the tip of his thick finger through her mane, even if it was braided at the back, there was enough that he could ruffle it the way he always loved to. Ruffle he did. He made a mess out of the crown of ruby hair only to gently comb it back with his fingers, tingling every sense in her scalp– inch by inch he worked her hair back into a respectable display, sliding his hand back until he could cup her skull.

Then and only then did he break the kiss.

“Gah-” Ammy whispered. “I–“

“Missed you.”

Her breath came in a tiny sip. “Huh?”

“I missed you,” he licked his lips and pulled back a little. “It’s what you were going to say.”

“W-” was she? Gods, surely sheshouldhave. Amaranth looked down and away, nibbling into her lower lip as she tried to rally her courage. “Markus. . .”

“Hm?”

“W- What do you think will happen once we get there? We’ll still need to make this trip back, assuming we’re not killed, we–“

“Ammy. . . Don’t talk like that.”

She frowned. “You know it’s true, a possibility at least.”

“See, the way I look at it,” he casually plopped down to sit before her. After another sip from the flask he looked up at her. “He wants us to help the elves, the elves want us to help the elves. We get this little army mobile and he uses whatever magic thingamabob they gave him to signal– then we all teleport back to the castle. Done and done.”

Amaranth eyed him dubiously. “I don’t think teleport magic even exists, if it does, it’s for the gods to use.”

“Sure it does. . . We’re living it, wanna see?”

“Uh,” what the hell was he getting at? Ammy leaned back with a skeptical expression. In all her time with him she’d never managed to figure out exactly how his mind worked, but that never stopped her from trying. Especially in moments like this. “Sure. All right, show me.”

“Give me your hand,” he held his out, still clad in his gauntlet.

Amaranth took it lightly, still skeptical. “Of all the places in the world, you’re going to propose to me here?”

It was the human’s turn to look at her oddly. They smirked in unison– though hers was meant to relieve tension. His. . . His held something more serious. Something warmer. Markus turned her hand over, running his plated finger across her palm. “My mother was a seer, did I ever tell you that?”

“No?”

“Yeah, she was a gypsy. She used to work the Intrian strait going from town to town reading fortunes and telling people about who they’d fall in love with.” His bright brown eyes turned from Ammy’s. His voice was softer, a bare whisper but still every bit as powerful as his broad shouldered frame would indicate. “Came at a price, though.”

Amaranth let his finger wander for nearly a minute as it traced meaningless symbols on her glove. His hand wavered a bit when he finally pulled up to her wrist, seemingly finishing the symbol. “What price was that?”

“Well,” the man looked up to her. “The person who’s fortune she read would usually wind up loosing someone important to them. Price for knowing fate, she’d say– something about the future that might have been having to be paid for by the future that once was.” He stilled for a moment, drew a breath and swallowed. “Ammy. . .”

A sudden chill rippled through her. A sharp sense of impending danger and the razor wire feeling wrapped around her throat. Choking the life from her. Blackness. Hatred. A void where light and life went to die. Negative space in a world of plenty–

Just like that, it was gone.

Amaranth whipped her head around. “H- Holy mother–“

“Uh– No? Wait- what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s here,” she whispered. “Somethingis here.”

The two knights were on their feet in a second. Amaranth stilled her senses by reflex, drawing in the ambient feeling of the area, trying to pick out specific sensations, feeling for the void again in the way one would check a hot stove. With some searching, she found it to the northeast. Two steps towards the faint sensation and she felt it become a tangible thing– it was a hole in the natural flow of the forest. Her link to the natural essence of the world wasn’t preternatural, more of a combination of her paladin training and the limited blessings she had and her own elven heritage, but she could get the most vague sense of power from it. It was a power unlike anything she’d ever sensed.

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The Samothea Project’s hyperspace shuttlecraft, CSS Petticoat I, landed by the Cloner City on the planet Samothea on a bright sunny morning. Yael was the first one out of the spacecraft. She wore her white airsuit. With her innocent beauty and long golden hair, she would have looked like an angel, except that compressed air tanks on her hips spoiled her sleek lines and a backpack full of physics books took the place of her wings.

Yael charged the air tanks from the ship’s compressor and turned on her airsuit. She was soon surrounded by a ghostly purple aura as the squeezed-up air shimmered and whistled around her. She looked longingly at the Council Hall, where her girlfriend, Carlin, was still a Junior. Sighing, Yael put on her helmet and, with a muffled shout of “Thanks” to the Petticoat crew, took a few skips, leaped daintily into the air and released the compressed air jets. She shot straight up and made a graceful backward arc as she flew south-east toward the forest.

In less than an hour, Yael landed at the Woodlanders’ Forest Camp. Shouting “Hello” to everyone and “Where’s Mum?” she threw her backpack into her mother’s hut and stripped off the airsuit. Straightening out a short skirt and tee-shirt as she put them on, Yael ran to the pool where Eloise and Adarna were drying off after a cooling bath.

“Mum! Mum! I’m back!” Yael yelled, pouncing on Eloise and hugging her wildly.

“Yael! I can see you’re back. Stop being so silly. Let me breathe!”

“No, I won’t! I love you so much, Mum!” Yael cried. “I missed you every minute!”

“Yes, yes, dear. I missed you, too. Now give your aunt Adarna a kiss and let’s sit down. Then you can tell us everything you did on Celetaris.”

Yael reluctantly released her mother and jumped on Adarna to hug her tightly as well.

“Welcome back, Sweetie!” Adarna said, enthusiastically returning the excited girl’s stifling embrace.

Satisfied at last, Yael sat down on the bench by the clothes line, where the women usually dried off after a dip. She picked up Adarna’s daughter, Tomi, who was crawling about on the ground, and held her on her lap, making faces to amuse the infant while Eloise and Adarna dressed.

Although Eloise loved her daughter more than anything in the world, she was also the least demonstrative woman in the Woodlander Camp. She kissed Yael on the forehead and sat by her, occasionally stroking her long golden hair, listening patiently while Yael told her everything she had done on Celetaris. The girl jabbered non-stop for a whole hour, by which time Eloise and Adarna were thoroughly exhausted.

They were none the less impressed that Yael had learned so much and happy that she had so thoroughly enjoyed herself. They passed no comment on the story of Ryan, which Yael told with innocent enthusiasm, sparing no details; though they shared a look to indicate that this was something to discuss later between them.

Yael told her story again to the whole tribe at the feast that night, commanding everyone’s attention from the moment they sat down to the moment the night rain started and they gratefully retired to their huts. Many things had happened in the forest while Yael was away: many women also had stories to tell; but they were all sidelined by the juggernaut of Yael’s breathless romance.

No one really minded that Yael hogged the conversation. Instead, they were pleased that a daughter of the tribe had learned so much and that she was bringing two friends to come and visit them.

Next day, Yael flew in her airsuit to the Herders’ midway camp to see Judith, her Herder mother. Now she told the Herder tribe everything she had done on Celetaris, with a special emphasis on the exploits of Wildchild, who had been born a Herder. It was a pity Wildchild’s mother, Galatea, was in the Cloner City. She would have rejoiced to hear the news.

Judith was enchanted by Yael’s visit, though she wasn’t entirely sure about Ryan and wanted to know whether his intentions were honourable, who his family were and what were his prospects. Yael delighted in the contrast between her cool natural mother and her over-protective Herder mother. She slept in Judith’s bed that night and next morning flew at last to the Cloner City to see her girlfriend, Carlin.

Carlin was the most senior of the Juniors now. She remained in her role beyond her nineteenth birthday because Jane Bradford, the Petticoats’ doctor, was in the Cloner City, revolutionising medicine on Samothea. Most of what Carlin learned from Madam Medic was now redundant; so Carlin and anyone who could be spared, including Madam Medic herself, took daily medical lessons from Doctor Bradford.

The Petticoats brought medical equipment, thickly shielded from the cosmic rays, to rebuild the clinic. Jane Bradford showed her students how the various instruments worked and the modern nursing techniques they made possible. There was a lot to learn and Carlin took her duties seriously, both as a Junior and a medical student.

Two years before, kağıthane escort Solange had suggested that Gloria accept Wildchild as a Junior, expanding the intake of girls to the outer tribes. Wildchild had been such an unexpected success that no one afterward questioned Solange’s ideas in regard to the Juniors.

Now there were seven Juniors, more than ever before. Besides Carlin, there was Odette, the skilled Mariner sculptress, the second-most senior of the Juniors. She was the first Mariner to become a Junior. The others were a Herder girl, two Farmers and a Cloner girl.

The Cloner girl was Crystal, the serious-minded geek who had been Madam Scientist’s assistant since before she was a teenager. Later, she helped as a part-time teacher in the nursery school. Skinny with dirty blonde hair that tended toward the wiry and pale because she spent too much time indoors as a girl, Crystal sported a scar on her temple from when Belena Mariner went nuts and vandalised the Cloning Lab, accidentally striking Crystal who bravely confronted her. Now she was just eighteen, Crystal was the newest Junior.

Still a geek, Crystal had lost her serious manner and, instead, gained an unexpected cheekiness. She also fancied Carlin something rotten and didn’t try to hide her infatuation.

Extra Juniors meant more work because Carlin didn’t merely give orders but got her hands dirty helping the girls with their duties, showing them how to make unpleasant chores more palatable. This hot afternoon, she sacrificed some of her free time to give the girls a pep-talk and hear their complaints, leaving Odette alone on duty to look after any of the Councillors’ needs and to answer the front door.

Yael, a blonde whirlwind, landed at the Cloner City on a sultry day, when almost everyone was having a rest after lunch. She stripped off her airsuit and folded it away. The grey mini-skirt and short yellow slip top she pulled out of her backpack were sadly crumpled. Yael tried shaking them out but decided they would have to do as they were. She put on the clothes, hefted the backpack over her shoulders and ran up to the Council Hall to knock excitedly at the door.

It took a minute of impatient rapping before Odette responded to the summons.

“Hello, Miss Junior,” Yael spurted excitedly, without looking at who greeted her. “I’m Yael Eloisesdaughter Woodlander. I’m here to see Carlin Erinsdaughter. Can I see her, please? Where is she?”

“Yael. It’s me, Odette.”

“Odette!” Yael cried, leaping up to hug the Mariner girl. “I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on!”

This odd statement was because the Mariners generally wore short leather skirts and jackets, but they worked naked, so they were often unclothed around the camp. Now Odette was in a very fetching mid-length blue dress with bare arms.

“Here, give me your pack,” Odette said. “Carlin’s with the Juniors in the dormitory. I’ll show you the way.”

“Thanks. I know it!”

Leaving her pack with Odette, Yael sprinted up the stairs, three at a time, shouting “Carlin, Carlin!”

The commotion alerted Madam Gloria, Prefect of Samothea, who had been reading in her room. She came to the balcony to see Yael bouncing upstairs.

“Good afternoon, Yael,” she called out across the corridor.

“Hi, Gloria,” Yael cried happily but she didn’t stop to talk.

Odette followed at a more respectable pace. At the top of the stairs, she dropped a deeper curtsey than normal to Gloria, as if to make up for Yael’s lack of manners, but Gloria only smiled and waved her on. She knew what drove Yael and would never put her dignity before young love.

Yael crashed into the Junior dormitory, interrupting the meeting, crying: “Carlin: I’m back, I’m back!”

Surprised but happy, her girlfriend raced to the door to greet her.

“Yael! I’m glad you’re here!”

They hugged tightly. Carlin let Yael kiss her for a full minute before releasing her excited girlfriend. She knew all the Juniors were staring at them. Carlin began to go pink but she wouldn’t let embarrassment deflect her.

“Give me ten minutes to sort these girls out,” she said, “then we can have a good chat.”

“But I’ve so much to tell you!” Yael protested, vibrating with excitement. “And I’ve missed you ever so much! And I’m eighteen now! And, and, and … everything!”

To the amusement of the Juniors, Yael held Carlin tightly around the waist, kissing her neck and cheeks from the back, as her girlfriend turned to address the Juniors and continue her work. Girls less inquisitive than the Juniors, or people on any planet other than Samothea – where consideration for privacy existed only in theory – might have left the two lovers alone. But everyone wanted to stay and watch, happy for Carlin and keen to see how the girls made love.

“Stop it, Yael!” Carlin said firmly, shrugging a shoulder, trying to shake off her grabby girlfriend. “Behave yourself! I’ll attend to you when I’m done with istanbul escort my duties!”

“But I…”

Carlin turned and held Yael’s cheeks in her hands. She planted a firm kiss on Yael’s lips and then said:

“Now, that’s enough. I’ve got work to do. Why don’t you go and annoy someone else?”

“Ooh,” Yael protested, smiling at her forthright friend.

This was a new Carlin. Despite her flushed cheeks, which was a reflex she couldn’t control, she was no longer a demure silent girl, shy and reserved. This was a young woman with responsibilities and a will.

“Can’t I stay here?” Yael pleaded. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

“You can’t be quiet for two minutes …”

“Of course, I can!”

Carlin raised a finger again and Yael went silent.

“… but I’ll let you stay.”

Yael was delighted at the change in her girlfriend. Carlin showed more assertiveness than she had ever seen before. The delicate forest flower who rarely spoke in public, was bold enough to tell her voluble girlfriend to shut up. Yael made the ‘button my lips’ gesture and sat happily on a bed, knees modestly together, big brown eyes focussing on her girlfriend, love shining on her face, while Carlin attended to the various problems of the Juniors.

The main thing Yael noticed was that Solange had done more than extend the age-range and increase the numbers of the Juniors. She had also taught her style of leadership. Carlin led the Juniors in exactly the same way that Solange once led the Herders.

Carlin gave no orders and told no one off publicly. She listened and asked questions. She took every problem seriously, however trite or exaggerated (as might be expected from a bunch of teenage girls). She heard each Junior’s complaint patiently and offered careful advice.

Her approach taught the Juniors a sense of perspective. What seemed like an overwhelming disaster to a girl only an hour ago now somehow seemed simple or even petty. It was amazing how the Juniors also managed to think up the solutions themselves, so that they should have something constructive to tell Carlin and not just burden her with their gripes.

One change Carlin had to make was when the Herder Junior moaned that she was the only one who tended the horses. This was a fair complaint, now that Solange and Ash were permanently in the Cloner City, and Galatea, Chief of the Herder Tribe, visited so often. It had been a simple solution to get the Herder Junior to care for the horses; but there was no joy for a Junior in working alone. A job took only half the time when it was shared. It felt like it took even less time when there was someone to talk to.

Carlin quickly reorganised the work-schedules so that another Junior would help tend the horses.

Having checked that the Juniors understood the various rosters for cleaning, making beds, clearing the table, cleaning the bathroom, pumping fresh water, doing the washing, stacking the towels and assisting the cooks, Carlin ended by saying:

“I’m going to prepare a spare bedroom now for Yael and me. We are not to be disturbed by any of you, not for any reason, nor at any time!”

The Juniors passed knowing smiles between themselves. The girls had started learning about sex when they became Juniors, but Carlin never joined in their experiments because she was waiting for her girlfriend to return. Which was right now. They couldn’t have been more happy for her.

“You can stop smiling at me like that,” Carlin said, trying to sound stern. “What I’d like to see while I’m busy is that, for once in your lazy lives, you wenches clean up the unwholesome mess you’ve made of this dormitory!”

The Juniors affected to protest the injustice of this accusation, while the guilty evidence was strewn on the floor around their feet, spread over their beds and on every spare surface.

“Go on, off with you,” Carlin said, ignoring their protests. “Go and be useful!”

The Juniors loved Carlin and regretted that she didn’t want to be bedmates with them. The next best thing was to help her and Yael. They fetched Carlin’s belongings, Yael’s pack, some bed sheets, a blanket and pillows and took them to the spare bedroom. Within minutes, the bedroom was prepared and the girls waited around the bed for Carlin’s inspection.

All the while, Yael remained amazingly quiet, following the action into the corridor and the nearby bedroom, pleased that the Juniors liked Carlin so much.

“Thank you, girls,” Carlin said, but still the Juniors stayed.

“What is it?” Carlin asked.

“We want to stay and watch,” said Crystal, with her characteristic cheekiness.

Yael laughed but Carlin wasn’t having any of it.

“Under no circumstances.”

“But we love you, Carlin, and we want to see you happy,” Crystal protested.

“I don’t care. Now off with you all!”

“Not unless you kiss us first.”

“Oh, God!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” they all agreed. “Just a kiss.”

“Useless wenches!” Carlin complained çapa escort but they lined up by the door to be kissed.

Odette was first and she hugged Carlin, whispering to her:

“You don’t mind?”

“Keep them busy for a couple of hours, will you?” Carlin said.

Carlin kissed Odette on the lips and then the others in turn, ending up with Crystal. Unlike the other Juniors, who took their kisses and skipped off into the corridor, Crystal stayed put and stuck her bottom out, inviting a spank.

Yael was again impressed by the good wallop Carlin gave the girl’s perky buttocks, a resounding slap that made the Junior jump and cry out “Ooh!”

Giggling, Crystal winked at Yael and skipped happily away to her chores, leaving Carlin and Yael alone at last.

Carlin shut the door. The two girls stood either side of the bedroom, just looking at each other, gazes fixed, love shining from their faces, desire burning in their eyes.

“I love you, Yael,” Carlin said. “I’ve missed you every day, dreamed about you every day and longed for you to be back.”

“I love you, Carlin,” Yael said, more relieved than she could imagine that Carlin’s feelings hadn’t changed during their separation. “I’m sorry I was away so long.”

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters. … You’ve grown.”

“So have you.”

“An inch, barely. You look six inches taller.”

“Do you mind?”

“Do I mind that my bedmate is the most beautiful girl on Samothea? Yes, I mind very much.”

“‘Bedmate,’ you said.”

“Well, it’s true!”

“That’s my line!” Yael protested, laughing.

All the while, they had been inching closer to each other. Now they were just a step apart.

“I’m eighteen now …” Yael said.

“I know …”

“… and I’ve got so much to tell you.”

“I know that, too. It can wait.”

Now they were an inch apart.

“But it’s important,” Yael said.

“So is this.”

“But I need to know that you don’t mind …”

“Yael, the only thing I mind is that we’re not making love right now. You can talk later – if I let you.”

With that, to Yael’s delight, the newly assertive Carlin grabbed her girlfriend and pulled her into a clinch, mouth-to-mouth, arms around Yael’s tiny waist, who responded by holding Carlin tightly around the neck. Their tongues pressed together.

They kissed for ages, savouring the first physical declaration of love, getting to know each other in ways they had only dreamed about.

They had kissed before, as friends and as promised bedmates, for joy and for love but not like this, with all their longing and love pressed into a first act of connection that neither girl wanted to end.

Though it was the newly confident Carlin who initiated the lovemaking, it was Yael who was the experienced one and she eventually took charge, bringing Carlin to a level of excitement she had never known before.

As she became more aroused, Carlin dropped back into her submissive mode, where she wanted Yael to lead and she would follow, as Yael, though the younger, had led them in their games and harebrained jinks in the forest.

It was a twist that the girls barely noticed, so intense was the feeling, that Yael the chatterbox, the incessant talker, who was apt to vocalise every event in her life, was almost silent during sex, floating on waves of emotion too intense for her to express in words. But Carlin, the silent girl, the shy elfin beauty, found a release in talking during sex, telling Yael what she felt, how much she loved her, what she wanted, exclaiming: “Do that again,” “Touch me here,” “Just there, right there! Oh, God! Just like that!”

Even when she couldn’t speak, Carlin still vocalised everything she felt, with a moan, a sigh or a plea, as the girls held each other, learning and discovering together with questing fingers and teasing tongues.

As Yael cherished Carlin’s curvy body, she was delighted to find sensitive kissing-spots on her ribs, around her belly-button, the underside of her tits, the backs of her knees and, especially, her inner thighs. Yael worked these points with joy.

She had a mixture of styles, going by what, as a woman, she wanted done to herself, slowly and sensuously, but also trying to do to Carlin what Ryan did to her, simulating Ryan’s horny eagerness and natural domination; but her strength was a woman’s strength and her rhythm was a woman’s rhythm.

Yael slowed down to tease and delay, caressing lightly, giving little kisses, licks and nibbles, as Carlin held her tightly, feeling everything that Yael felt, synchronised with her girlfriend in body and soul.

They shifted position often and took turns to tease, kiss or caress, always in contact, breathing in rhythm. The next time Yael was on top, she kissed down Carlin’s stomach to play her tongue along the gap between belly and thigh. At the same time, she brushed the outside of a finger nail along Carlin’s pussy, the first time she had touched her there.

Carlin sighed happily and Yael did it again. Carlin shut her eyes and leaned back, spreading her thighs. Yael lightly fingered all around her girlfriend’s wet pussy as Carlin breathed heavily. She gave out a little whimpering moan when Yael brushed the hood of her clitoris, with a touch as soft as a breath. So Yael did it again. And again.

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Author’s Note – This story is part of the Literotica 750 Word Project 2022

*

We are Echo Squad, highly trained soldiers linked by advanced neural implants. When a mission is too dangerous, the stakes too high, we are the team they deploy. A swift, methodical wave of death sweeping the battlefield, nothing escapes our notice. No enemy slips from our grasp.

We are eight brothers and sisters-at-arms, sharing each other’s senses, thoughts, feelings and desires. The doctors tried for ten, but the link wouldn’t hold. Patricia and Gary didn’t make it. Far worse than losing a limb or one of the senses, their deaths almost crippled us.

Echo Squad returns to its secret mountain stronghold weary yet elated with a recent victory. We descend twelve levels to our barracks to store gear and shed gore-covered fatigues before shuffling into the showers. Us five men and three women openly display our athletic bodies as we gather under the jets of warm spray.

Amber asks Devon to wash her back, and though the request is not so innocent, no one protests. Their growing attraction comes as no surprise. We feel the escort kurtköy longing, their aching need for complete union of mind and body. We want what they want.

Devon agrees, spreading soap with sweeping motions that prickles her skin. He moves closer when Amber pulls his hands around to press her tender breasts into his palms with a low groan and involuntary tremble.

Arousal flows through the link. Our collective breaths catch. This intimacy is forbidden yet we allow them to continue, excited by their bold defiance and the shared experience.

His hand tracks down her toned abdomen and stomach tensing the flesh. A simple, suggestive touch on her inner thighs and Amber shifts her stance, opening up for him. His fingers clamp over her sex, first carressing then delving deeper when her mind begs for more.

The whole squad reels with his stimulations. Decency dictates we leave to provide the couple some privacy, but we are never truly alone within our extensive hive mind.

“Bunks,” Amber suggests, her voice and thoughts laden with lust. It’s an open invitation bodrum eskort that we all acknowledge—rules be damned. We cast away all doubt or hints of shame to follow when Devon carries her out.

They go to his bed, laying atop the covers to kiss while continuing to explore each other’s bodies. The rest of us drop onto our own mattresses. Some begin to masturbate, compounding the shared sensations.

Devon invades Amber’s womb causing multiple groans to fill the space. He’s so hard and she’s wonderfully tight. Delicious pressure and friction build with each of his invigorating thrusts, spilling over into each of us.

Daniella jumps on Fetu’s bed, straddling the powerful Samoan and taking every girthy inch of his erection in one determined try. With her shuddering moan, more of us stir, answering silent pleas to fuck and push the boundaries of this unique connection.

Ursula gets sandwiched between Dick and Peter, an irony that sends chuckles rippling through the group. As they find their rhythm, Ursula calls over the well endowed Pedro, the most macho badass of the bunch, to fuck escort göztepe her willing mouth and throat.

We lose ourselves in the frenzy, proving how vulnerable we are to this bond. We ride the electrifying high until one by one we explode in intense orgasm. Unimaginable pleasure echoes through the link, keeping us shuddering in blissful euphoria longer than we thought possible. We can only imagine what it would be like if Patricia and Gary were still with us.

Finally, the team separates to get ready for bed. We choose not to lie to ourselves. This will happen again.

General Reese barges in after we’ve settled. He’s red-faced and livid. He fancies himself a mentor, but he is not one of us. His blind arrogance is worsened with his obvious embarrassment. If he understood the depth of our loyalty to each other, he would also recognize the peril of barking out threats—especially without an armed escort.

We decide he cannot hurt us over one unified act of passion. Echo Squad moves as one, breaking our commitment to these rash men and their classified agenda with the simple deed of snapping Reese’s neck.

Attempting to hide the body would waste precious time, of course. We dress with urgency, gather our gear and fall into formation at the barracks door. Maybe, with some luck, we’ll make it topside through a dozen high-security levels.

One thought rings clear between us though. All out or all dead. There can be no other way.

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Chapter Two

“I can now confess something, Lord Leo,” the elf said as she rose. She still hadn’t put on her top, her small breasts surprisingly distracting.

My cock throbbed in my robe making me regret my stance. I mean, she had offered…

No, no. I don’t need to take advantage of a woman desperate for knowledge from me.

“What?” I asked.

“Though the fact that Halia Vorbia did defect to your cause and you profess to be a protector and not a conqueror of Astovin Village, are good signs of your benevolence, they are not the reasons I chose to come here. If you were not located here, I would not have bothered coming.”

That stung.

I felt my ego deflating more than a bit. I thought I had finally made some progress in my goal to forge peace between dungeon builders and the outside world, but to learn that she just came for another reason, well, that was more than a little disheartening.

I wanted to end this war. 4000 years of tragedy. Of dungeon builders coming to this world and being the enemy. Some had certainly earned it, but how many were like me? They were forced to fight. To kill or die. What did that do to them? What acts would survival drive them to commit? When Halia had been petrified, I had gone to war with the Twins. I hadn’t wanted to protect the dwarves they had enslaved.

I wanted to kill Ziamili so I could steal his power and save her. I wanted to murder for the first time.

Not self-defense.

I had hated it. And I feared it. What would the future mold me into? Would I lose my humanity and become a real tyrant because of all the pain and anguish that was heaped upon me? I had my monster girls to support me. If I could keep loving them, keep from seeing them as just tools to be used and disposed of, I believed I could stay human.

I purposefully kept weak monster girls like Du around. She was a Level 1 Monster Girl. I could retire all the wildhounds, will o’ wisps, satyrs, oozes, and mermaids and then replace them with more Level 2 monster girls like arachnes, quetzalcoatls, werebears, and hippocampi. But I had made Du and the other Level 1 monster girls. I had loved them. Fought with them. They had died with me. Another dungeon builder would get rid of them.

If I did that, I would become escort sarıyer a monster.

The world might see Du as my weakness, but I saw her as my strength. My anchor.

“What is supposed to be so special about my dungeon?” I looked around as I rose out of my momentary depression. “I mean, it’s a dungeon that I created.”

“No, no, this location. You appeared in a fortuitous spot.” Something like excitement animated her face. “The original dungeon is supposed to be buried in the bones of these very mountains. That place may hold information. Of course, studying you and learning your insights into why you were summoned will be fascinating, but you clearly do not have the answers else you would not have written to the library.”

“The original dungeon?” asked Halia. “Here? I have never heard that. I grew up in the shadow of these mountains. There are no local legends in Astovin about the original dungeon being here.”

“Four thousand years is a long time to forget that,” I pointed out. “Why do you think that it’s here, Fara?”

From her black pouch, which wasn’t that big, like a very large dice bag, she plucked a leather-bound book that was twice as big. I blinked and realized it was like a Bag of Holding from D&D. She flipped it open and then smiled. “Here we are.”

O’ Maidens tremble,

From the depths of the earth came,

From beneath the mountains north,

the Villainous Keeper of Dungeons,

Meskalamdug the Flaming Devil.

Eyes of flame, heart of coal,

He ravaged and despoiled.

From the north, his fire burned

Myrecilla fell to his wrath first.

Lyrialiasa smote in ruin.

Great Kharabarnath riven.

A great cry was given,

the peoples suffering demanded answers.

“Why?” they screamed as flames roiled.

“I seek the ‘Word of my Father’,” he would answer.

“The Incarnation herself.”

As hope did fell and ash did fall,

hope arose from hope divine.

Twelve and twelve they numbered,

Gods of might and Goddesses fair.

With their blessings bright did heroes rise.

At Star Bright did they fight.

At Star Bright did he die.

Meskalamdug the Flaming Devil extinguished.

But he was not the bodrum escort bayan end.

Only the beginning.

More did come. More did plague.

But in mountains north, in caverns deep,

Did the first arise.

Did the first exist.

The musical recitation of the poem had me blinking. Shaking my head. The words were… intriguing. “Word of my Father? What does that mean?”

“It is only found in this poem,” said Fara. “It seems to be a title for the Incarnation. I could not hazard as to why or who her father might be.”

“Word…” I furrowed my brow. “That’s how I create. I use Words. The name of a monster girl or the words to a spell. Souleen, my piece of the Incarnation, even called herself the Soul of the Word.”

“Fascinating,” Fara said, her ears twitching. “Yes, yes, this will be profitable studying with you.”

I glanced at Halia. “And have you heard of Meskalamdug?”

“Well, yes, he was the first dungeon builder, or so the legends say.” Her brow furrowed. “I had never heard he appeared here.”

“But the clues are all in the poem,” said the elf. “The poem stated, ‘from beneath the mountains north,’ and that has led me to believe that these peaks are that location. That Meskalamdug’s dungeon lies beneath our very feet.”

“Surely can’t be the only mountains north,” I said, shaking my head. “We don’t even feel that far north in the world. I bet there are mountains north of here.”

“Oh, there are,” said Fara. “But these are the mountains north of Myrecilla, which was the first city burned. That implies it was the nearest city to where Meskalamdug awoke. I have been… chastised for taking the poem too literally. It is the work of a bard’s fancy, something created in the centuries that followed Meskalamdug’s death. It is not a primary document. It is not even a secondary document. It is a work of art and not scholarship. That is what they told me. I disagree.

“I propose that the first dungeon lies beneath our feet and that you, Lord Leo, using your power to create your dungeon, should excavate downward to find it. In those ancient halls, we might find the answers we need.

“Primary documents. Written records from 4000 years ago. None have survived the ravages of the escort ortaköy dungeon builders. The Great Library was only built 2000 years ago when it became clear that we were losing our history. That it was being wiped out by the conflict or by deliberate actions of those who do not want the existence of the Incarnation to be known.”

I glanced down at my feet. Could a whole dungeon really be down there? Could the answer to all my questions truly be found beneath my feet? My hands gripped the armrest of my throne. The possibilities were so fascinating.

I had a quest. A goal.

For the first time since coming here, I truly had a task to accomplish that wasn’t survival. That didn’t involve protecting myself and those I loved from the dangers of the world. A smile spread on my lips.

“I agree.”

“Excellent,” she said. “When shall you start? I hope it is immediately. Perhaps, we can get lucky and find the dungeon in the next hour.”

“You will have to be patient with me. I have been thinking about how to redesign my entire dungeon and correct some… flaws. I have been too haphazard, just throwing things together. And I also have more monster girls to create and new companions to summon.”

“As you do that, may I explore your dungeon?” Fara asked. She slipped that book into her pouch and pulled out another along with a quill. It was a red feather that had a shimmering haze about it. “I wish to understand how you make traps and deploy monster girls. Perhaps I can even come up with some suggestions for your new plans.”

“A phoenix feather?” asked Halia in surprise before I could answer.

“Yes, they make wonderful writing instruments.” Fara’s ears twitched. “They burn the page, but only where the tip touches. No ink required.”

“Garnet,” I said, glancing at my sister bouncing on her throne, “why don’t you give Fara the tour.”

“And can I eat her pussy?” Garnet asked. “She looks like she has a yummy pussy.”

“Only if she is willing,” I told her. “No using your charms on her. She’s not an enemy.”

“Kweh, heh, heh, she is your loyal vessel whose frozen heart must be melted by the power of love!” Garnet hopped up so she stood on the arm rests, legs spread wide. “I, the cute and adorable Garnet, shall make it my mission to awaken heady passion beneath Fara’s breasts.”

The elf blinked her large eyes. “She is…”

Garnet formed a heart with her hands and rested her chin on them. “Sexy yet adorable, sultry yet cute, sensual yet playful?”

“Intriguing,” Fara said. She glanced down at the map and then started writing notes.

I left her to it.

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That thought just chased itself around his head and came at him at strange times in the next twelve hours. But now Bliss was here, she’d met him at the foot of the stairs and followed him into the dining room. He was gentle as he sat her in the chair next to his. He was conscious of her needs. He’d filled her glass with a sweet wine and made her laugh with his wit.

Chal could see the nervousness in her eyes and he did whatever he could to make her more at ease. He served her the fine, rich food that Giselle prepared. When the servants finally withdrew, leaving them alone in the dining room, Chal was ready.

“There are many names for what you do but never in anything I explored was the name dream-weaver mentioned. What exactly do you do?”

Bliss lifted her glass and took a small sip of the red wine. Then she closed her eyes and sighed. With another sigh, she lifted her napkin to dab at her lips before she replaced it in her lap. “I told you, Chal. What I am is passed from mother to daughter since the beginning of life on this planet. We are the beings that control dreams and use them when we need to. Weavers have worked in the background of almost every big event in history. We’ve also been called Muses, if that helps.”

“No. I would have heard of them before this. I mean, I’ve heard of Muses but I always believed that was just a term mortals use when they have a burst of inspiration.” He cocked his head to the side and his obsidian hair slid over his shoulder. He flipped it back and gave her his full attention again.

Bliss smiled. “Just like a human.” She sighed. “Do you remember in 1924? The huge train wreck that tore up rails and dug the engine into the ground. The crash happened just outside of a tiny town in the Midwest. Do you remember how many men and women died that day?”

“I was supposed to be on that train. It was an overnight from San Francisco to…to Washington.”

“Why didn’t you go, Chal? What kept you from making that trip?”

“I woke that evening from a bad dream. Oh, God…I’d dreamed about the crash.”

“Yes, you did.” Bliss deftly sliced off a small bite of her delicious roast. “And guess who gave you that dream?”

“It couldn’t be you. You don’t look old enough to vote.” He reached out and took her hand in his. “So are you telling me that your kind has some kind of psychic ability? That you know what will happen before it actually does?”

“Not always, Chal. But if it happens to someone we care about, we are capable to change things just enough to protect that person. You knew a dream weaver then and she loved you very much, enough that she was able to cast that dream and give you that feeling to keep you off that train.” She lifted her glass again and took another small sip. “Now do you understand?”

“I’m not sure,” he answered and a chuckle escaped his beautiful mouth. “It’s all kind of spinning in here right now.”

“Well, you’re part vampire, part incubus. That’s a very strange combination as well.”

“And you speak like none of this is out of the realm of possibility. So which one of us should be more amazed?”

“I know what I am, and I’ve seen a lot. The man you took me from, he was a real monster. If you had any idea of what he put me through day after day since my father sold me to him…” She shivered delicately and closed her eyes to try to block out the memories.

“He hurt you?”

It was a question but it wasn’t his words that caught her attention, it was the emotion behind them. If she said yes, she had no doubt that he would find Master Donald again. Maybe this time he wouldn’t stop until the man was dead. She couldn’t let him do that.

“I healed.” She glanced his way and saw his jaw move as he ground his teeth. “Dentures on vampires don’t exactly work very well.”

“What?” Chal glanced at her, confused.

“Your teeth, you’re grinding them. Chal, he didn’t do anything to me, nothing that will last. If you hurt him, or kill him, that is on me for the rest of my existence. If he were to escort levent get lucky and kill you…That is unthinkable to me. Please.” She reached out and took his hand in hers. “Let it go.”

Chal looked into her perfect blue eyes and sighed. “You do that pretty well,” he said with a smile.

“Do what?” Her brow furled as she stared over at him.

“Get your own way.” He chuckled. “I’m surprised Darcy wasn’t wearing the collar and have you prancing him around naked behind you.”

“I’d never want that ass naked, behind me or ahead of me.” She shuddered. “The thought is repulsive.”

He rose from his seat and came to crouch down next to her chair. “Do you find me repulsive?”

Bliss wiped her mouth carefully before she dropped her napkin onto her plate. Turning in her chair she faced Chal. “Repulsive, no. I don’t think I could find a woman who would consider you repulsive.” Her fingers gently touched his jaw and her thumb brushed over his cheekbones. His smile was beautiful and it drew an answering grin from her. He had the face of an angel with the mischievous look in his eyes of a two-year-old looking for trouble. She knew she would have a hard time if she thought to rein him in.

“May I make love to you now, here, on this mortal plane?” His eyes glowed and his teeth grew, the incisors lengthening.

She blinked and then ran her fingers over his mouth, feeling the sharp teeth that had grown until they almost covered his bottom lip. Her blue eyes didn’t leave his face. “I want to say yes, Chal. I truly do, but…”

“But…” he encouraged.

She clasped her hands over his and stared over his head at the fire that burned in the fireplace. “I…I want to say yes…”

“But…” he urged.

“Donald Darcy was a malicious beast, Chal.”

He lifted his hand cupping her soft cheek against his palm. “Do you remember the dream?”

“The one I gave you just a while ago?”

“Yes. There is one thing that you did in that dream that was exactly the way it would happen. I will never force you, Bliss I will never take anything from you that you wouldn’t give unstintingly.”

Bliss smiled and she leaned forward, her soft lips touching one sharp cheekbone. “You know, you give vampires a bad name, Chal. You’re going to have me believing that all vampires are as tame as puppies.”

He threw back his head and laughed, intoxicated by her. “Maybe Pit Bulls, Bliss I can’t think that any man could be cruel to you. It would be like pulling the wings off of butterflies.” He drew her closer, watching as her eyelashes fluttered and closed over the soft blue of her eyes. His mouth touched hers and he moaned as her taste flooded him. She moaned softly as well, her hand coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.

He lifted his mouth once, his lips tracing over her eyelashes. “Shall we take this upstairs, Bliss?”

Her eyes opened and she stared up at him. “Please….”

“Please what, sweetheart?” He waited, anxious to hear what her conditions would be.

“Don’t hurt me…”

Chal stared down into her eyes, seeing the plea and the fright in them. “I’d never hurt you, Bliss”

She nodded though there was still fear in her eyes. He stood and held her hand. “Will you come with me?”

She nodded and rose moving closer to him as he tucked her hand under his arm. “It’s a beautiful night, Bliss, will you go for a walk with me in the garden?”

“But…I thought…” She glanced toward the door that would lead them to the wide staircase.

“We have all night, Bliss. Right now I just want to see you in the moonlight. You’ll be lovely bathed in the pale glow of the moon’s rays.” He dipped his head and kissed her lips gently. When he went to pull back, her hand was tangled in his hair and held him in place. She groaned and breathed in the fiery passion that he exuded so easily.

It didn’t take much coaxing from her and he parted her lips. An almost feral growl came from deep in his chest. escort bayan bodrum When he finally did lift his mouth, his forehead rested against hers and he laughed a bit self-consciously. “You don’t play fair, Bliss”

“You didn’t want to kiss me?”

“Gods, yes, Bliss” His hands were on her arms and he held her against him. “You know, I am an incubus, kissing is like…”

“Appetizers? She giggled as his eyebrows rose at the comparison.

“I guess that will work. I know making love with you will be mind-blowing, just by the fire you cause in me. But for now, will you walk with me?” He dropped his hands from her and offered her his arm, smiling widely when she threaded hers through it. “The gardens are beautiful in the moonlight.”

She nodded and smiled and felt a bit more at ease. She let him lead her to the double french doors and stepped through them when he opened them. When he reached for her hand again, she gave it to him eagerly. A walk in the beauty behind his huge manse, perhaps a kiss and a cuddle under the big moon that was just peeking over the top of the trees, was an exquisite thought.

Chal lifted her hand and kissed it while she looked down at her. “Not afraid of the dark?”

“Not while you’re with me.”

“Maybe you should be.” His voice was husky, a rough growl that had a shiver of goose flesh over her bare arms.

“You won’t hurt me, Chal. You’re too good, too caring to hurt me.”

Chal chuckled. “You know, Bliss, it’s not good for a girl to know all of a man’s secrets. It takes a bit of the seductive appeal out of a relationship.”

“Oh, so when you learn all my secrets, you won’t want me anymore?” She sent him a sly smile. He stopped walking but she took two more steps before she stopped to look at him. “What?”

“Let me foreshadow this by saying only one woman has held my heart even after she was dead. But you are sneaking in places that I thought had been dead for a long time.”

Bliss smiled wider. “So…I’m like mold, or maybe cockroaches?”

Chal laughed. He appreciated her quick wit. “I’d say more like crab grass. You think you’ve got it gone and its back.”

Bliss chuckled and pressed a little closer to Chal. “Now how would a man who lives like this know anything about crab grass?”

He’d been about to answer her when a sound caught his attention. “Go back to the house, Bliss and lock the doors. Don’t open them until you see me. Me and only me.” He kissed her quickly and turned her in the direction of the house and gave her a gentle push to start her on her way. He didn’t move until he saw the last bit of the color of her gown disappear. “I never knew you to hide in the shadows, Les. What are you doing here?”

Celesta stepped out of the shadows, her red leather pants and halter bright against the green of the garden. “I wouldn’t have to skulk around here if you hadn’t kicked me out, Chal. I just can’t believe that after everything we meant to each other, you were so quick to throw me out over a little snip of a girl like her. She can’t satisfy your appetites in bed the way I had.”

Chal shook his head. “Les, I really think you should seek some professional help. You think a little too much of yourself.”

He saw the small movement of her hand and spun to see the men that came out of the garden to circle him. Les stepped back to stay out of the fray. “I didn’t want it to come to this. It would have been nice if you would have offered to give the girl to me.”

“Why do you want her?”

Celesta smiled. “She hasn’t used her powers on you yet? That’s too bad. From what I’ve been told, they are pretty remarkable. Some men will pay unbelievable amounts to get her to use that talent for their personal gain. You remember Garret Johannesburg.”

Chal’s eyes widened. That had been the last name he thought she’d ever use. He nodded, unwilling to let her see the rage that was in his eyes. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“When you kicked me escort fulya out of here, I had nowhere to go. I had Donald drop me off at a coffee shop. I was never so surprised in my life when Garret walked in. He came right up to me like he’d known I would be there.”

“He probably did, Les. When will you ever realize that what Garret wants has nothing to do with you? He wants power and he thinks you can help him get what he wants. When he realizes that you have no power, you’ll be found in Monroe Lake, nothing more than food for the fishes.”

“You’re jealous! You don’t like Garret to have anything that once belonged to you. Get over yourself Chal. You aren’t the big bad around here anymore.” She moved closer to him since her anger made her forget her fear.

“Why would I care who gets my sloppy seconds? And who is the new big bad, Les? Garret? You?” He laughed and it infuriated her. “Garret doesn’t know anything about ASP but I know you do and you know what they’ll do to you.”

“They can’t touch me. I’m not supernatural.”

Chal felt her “nana na nana” tone and wanted to shake her, in hopes that some smarts that had gotten lost somewhere deep in her brain would be stimulated and come back to life. “Celesta, anytime a supernatural being is threatened by a normal human, ASP works with the police to put an end to whatever they are doing.”

“No, you’re wrong. Garret explained it to me.” Her eyebrows furled and he could see a bit of doubt surface. Her eyes flitted from his to off someplace above his left shoulder. “He did, didn’t he?”

“Les, in all the time we were together, did I lie to you? Did I ever once try to make you into a patsy? I was good to you. So be a good girl now and take your friends here and leave my property.” His eyes burrowed into hers, his mind touching hers. “Leave now, Les.”

“We’ll leave now.” She repeated his command and her eyes looked exceedingly dopy. “Come.” She ordered the men that surrounded him.

Chal met the gaze of each of the men and added a touch of mind control to send them on their way. Only one man tried to fight him but an extra harsh glance made him move as well. He stood where he was until they’d left the garden, then he hurried toward his home, anxious to get to Bliss

His first idea that anything was wrong was the french doors. They stood wide open. “Bliss!” He moved inside carefully. He could smell her scent but there was something else as well. A stranger’s scent, but one he was slightly familiar with. “Garret.” Celesta and the men had been nothing but a smoke screen to keep him away from the house so that Garret could come in and snatch Bliss from under his nose. He hurried further into the house. “Rodney? Giselle?”

Giselle helped a limping Rodney into the hall. “They took her sir. We tried, but…”

“I know. Rodney, are you okay?” He forced himself to not scream at the man. This was his own fault and no one else.

“I shall be fine, sir. It was G…”

“Garret, yes I know. I just don’t know why. Which door did he take her from?”

“The front, sir.” Giselle helped Rodney to sit and then handed him the ice packs she’d made up for him. “He said that if anyone follows him, he will kill the girl. What do you wish us to do?”

Chal thought quickly. “Stay here, take care of Rodney.” He pressed a kiss on Giselle’s soft cheek. “And don’t worry.” He smiled down at the two of them. “I’ll get Bliss back. I just need…” He turned without finishing his sentence and blurred up the stairs. Going into Bliss’s room, he lifted the pillow she’d used for her head. Breathing deeply of her scent, he shivered at what her aroma did to him.

His cock hardened, his breath grew short, and though oxygen wasn’t necessary for him to live, he felt the effects upon his libido. Sinking down with her pillow on his lap, he closed his eyes. “Bring me to you, Bliss”

For a moment all he could feel was his vampire side as he wished to rip out Garret’s throat for taking something that was his. Then his incubus side took over and he felt his consciousness waver. Bliss’s scent was strong and he let himself follow it, follow her need for him and his for her. When he opened his eyes, they glowed an icy blue. He rose. He dropped the pillow onto the bed. He knew where she was now.

He opened her window and jumped out to quickly disappear from sight.

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This was fun!

Thanks to PuckIt for spearheading this little dip of the toes into an old love of mine, SciFi. I suppose, in keeping with my usual practice, that Lieutenant Pixy Pfeiffer would be a many-times-removed granddaughter of Chad Pfeiffer and Ashley Gallo, if such things are important to you; she’s certainly got the bewitching Ashley’s bold eyes.

I’m delving into a new Lit world here, an uncharted realm, boldly going where I’ve never gone before (on this site): third-person.

* * *

“Sir, remember I told you I was going to take the shuttle? For the fucking light modules?”

“Ah.” The captain swiveled slowly around in his big chair and looked her up and down. “Yes. But make sure you load up first. Weapons Status Amber, Ms Pfeiffer. At least five torpedoes this time; you never know what might happen, Lieutenant.”

“Aye aye, sir.” With immense difficulty, Pixy kept her eyes from rolling. Motherfucker. She was flying, what, fifty meters? Fifty-five? From one ship to the other during refueling? And they were safely hung up in a gravity well, too; five torpedoes! The man was delusional. “Be back in a couple hours.”

“Sure.” The captain gave her one more inspection, fleeting, with a small frown. “And get yourself a haircut, too. Something a little more, you know, regulation.”

“Regulation. Yes, sir.” She was assuming he’d heard the flat contempt in her voice, but then she often assumed things about the captain that turned out not to be true. A more oblivious man did not exist. So she knew he wouldn’t notice when she took the shuttle out, twisting it through the anchorage and straight past the bridge windows with precisely zero torpedoes loaded up on the outboard racks.

No point. The man was convinced there were enemy sneak attacks around every corner.

Space was its usual overwhelming self, a billion stars in every direction against the velvet deep-black background, the ships of the fleet twinkling planetside, and she took the shuttle with her accustomed skill among all the lines between her ship and the sleek destroyer they were fueling. Fueling always reminded her of sex: all the hoses and fluids and tubes and noise. And everyone needed a shower afterward.

She came aboard with a carefully crisp salute, none of the usual slackness she’d grown accustomed to aboard the Pulver: this was a cruiser, the Ravager, a combat vessel of the real, actual Fleet, and the officers here were a cut above.

Theoretically.

For the supply officer was a fat, lazy sublieutenant whose sister she knew distantly, from way back. Some course she’d done back on Earth, maybe four or five years ago, but the connection had been enough. Enough for a hasty message to the Ravager’s supply lieutenant, a plea for more lighting modules, the new buzz-lift kind the government said they’d had to switch over to last month, but that she’d been late in ordering. She needed ten; the Ravager had a bunch extra, and she’d been invited over to grab a few.

“Yes?” The other lieutenant brushed a crumb off his collar and looked dispassionately up at her uniform, all crusty and oily like all the Pulver’s officers. “Oh. You’re the second officer from the fueler? The one who knows my sister?”

“Hi.” She stepped forward, her hand out. The Ravager’s guy had his feet on the desk, and his office smelled like farts. Off to the side, an empty desk full of stacked paper showed where the yeoman would get most of the work done. “I’m Pfeiffer. You said you could spare some lighting modules?”

He looked her over, as she’d known he would: it was the way things were done in the Fleet. You gave some, you lost some. She always tried to guess, before these meetings, whether the price would be sex or drugs or both. She drew herself up, knowing she had nothing to be ashamed of: the Pulver did not put a high value on staying in shape, but Pixy did. She was short and compact and hard, thirty but looking more like twenty-two.

The man licked his lips. “I’ll give you eight modules for a blowjob.”

“Twelve,” she replied at once. He’d started higher than he should have, she was pleased to see. “Hand only.”

“No, I’ll need your mouth.” He nodded to himself. “I can go to eleven modules, I guess.”

Excellent. Ten to keep her captain out of trouble and herself off report, plus an extra. “I can live with that.” She stepped into the crammed little office and kicked the hatch closed behind her. “Whip it out, dude.” Sucking off lower-ranking officers was not her favorite thing to do, but that’s what happens when you’re late with your lighting orders.

Smiling, he got to his feet; he was tall enough that he had to duck. The overhead clearance in these Type IV cruisers was murder on anyone over six feet. “I’m Parsons,” he offered, casually. “In case you’re keeping track.”

“Nah. No need.” It was a common game in the Fleet, officers keeping score of the people they had these kinds of arrangements with, but math bored Pixy. “I can’t count that high,” she smirked.

Parsons escort cihangir gave out a snort of laughter, undoing his staytab. The little device whirred at his waistband and his fly came popping open, unfolding like a reverse origami. “We’ll have to do it here,” he said apologetically. “My quarters are clear across the ship.”

“Sure thing.” Pixy took two steps before she looked down, and wished she hadn’t. She stopped short. “What the fuck?”

Two cocks had popped out, one slightly smaller than the other.

Parsons just stood there smugly, watching her reaction. “What?” He moved his heavy hips side to side, waggling his penises. “Double the pleasure, ma’am.”

“What are you, some kind of mutant?” She started forward again. It wouldn’t be her first double, but it always seemed kind of weird.

“Yup. Mutant and proud!” He perched his butt halfway on his desk and gloated. “That’s what the nuns taught us, anyway. Back at school.”

She shrugged. “Want to sit, or are you okay like that?” She had her hands up, molding her thick hair into a ponytail. The captain was right; she needed a haircut. Parsons was obviously staring at her tits while she had her arms up.

“Nah, I’m good.” One of the cocks was getting hard already. He took in Pixy’s apprehensive look and glanced down her body. “What? You don’t have two vaginas?”

She made a face. “No, man. I’m a human.” She saw at once that she’d been rude. Mutations were a sore spot for some people.

“So am I,” Parsons muttered, hurt. She was up close to him now, smelling the staleness of his uniform, the sharp bite of his aftershave. “I like your eyes.”

“A lot of guys do.” She slid smoothly down, grateful as always for the built-in kneepads on the working uniform. Both his cocks were circumcised, she noticed. “So you can, like, fuck two chicks at once?” The softer one jumped at her touch when she grabbed it, one in each hand. Parsons shrugged down at her.

“Not usually. The angle doesn’t work for humans. But I can fuck two Linders at once, easily. The anatomy works better.”

“I can see that.” She was massaging both dicks now, the shafts thickening before her eyes, wondering what he’d expect.

“Sometimes I can do a human chick in the ass and pussy at the same time, though,” Parsons went on hopefully. “You into that? I could probably scrape up a couple more lighting units.”

“Nah.” Pixy was exit-only. She peered underneath: yup. Four balls.

“It’s a trick, getting them both to cum simultaneously.”

“Really?” She glanced up at his face. “All the plumbing is separate?” She frowned. “Wait a minute. I’m not going to do both. That’s like two separate acts, buddy.”

“No way.” He made both cocks pulse in her hands. “See ma’am? They’re the same cock.”

“No, no no!” Pixy hated being played. She let go of both and just let them droop there, glaring up at his round red face. “That’s not how I roll, dude. Two orgasms is two acts, Parsons. Get it straight. I’ll go until the first one cums.”

His shoulders slumped. “Well… fifteen units?”

“Fuck that.” Pixy was into this now. She had the upper hand. Two of them. “Twenty. My ship burns through those new ones like a motherfucker.”

“Seventeen.”

Pixy nodded. “Done.” She returned her hands to both dicks, one of them already glistening with precum. “Can’t mess around here, man; I’ve got to get back. You want hand? Or mouth?”

He was back, that smug version of Parsons, drawing himself up as high as he could given the low overhead. “How about one of each?”

Pixy didn’t bother restraining herself this time; she did roll her eyes. “Eighteen.”

Parsons nodded, his eyes already half-closing. “Get to work, ma’am.”

* * *

They undocked at 1600, finally shedding the last power line connecting the Pulver to her latest thirsty cruiser, and the captain was at last able to give the order to head back out. “Full shields,” he barked as soon as they pulled in the stabilizers. “Weapons Status Amber.”

“What?” It was the usual joke, spoken in a traditional whisper by Amber Okonfwe, the commo officer. Everyone else giggled. “Need something, sir?”

“Knock it off,” barked the captain, pretending not to notice when people kept giggling. Pixy was on the helm today, alongside a sailor named Jacobs, a large black dude well known for his performance in Lieutenant Amisuul’s prostitution ring. Not well known to the captain, obviously, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Pixy hadn’t sampled Jacobs yet. She turned around a moment.

“Course, captain?”

“Lieutenant Densborg?” There was, of course, no reason at all why the captain couldn’t just tell her the damn heading himself. But he insisted on letting the first officer give the course, like they did on the big ships.

“Fuck it,” Densborg shrugged. “Just fly toward Aries.”

There was a moment of silence on the bridge, stretching uncomfortably until Pixy sighed. “Forty-three escort bodrum by seven-one-seven cubed, velocity factor eight.” She’d done the navigation herself, obviously. It’s what one did when one’s other option was to rely on a perpetually wasted first officer. Densborg was just thirty-two and already on his third cloned liver.

“Excellent.” The captain leaned back, acting as if Densborg hadn’t spoken; the man was lying on the deck in delirium tremens, and everyone was pretending not to notice. “Carry on, Lieutenant Pfeiffer.”

“Aye aye, sir.” The ship rattled around them in a way that would be disconcerting if they hadn’t endured it so many times, gathering speed, heading off into the void on whatever glorious garbage-scow resupply mission the captain’s orders specified.

* * *

He was not happy about that, either. Owen Crick came from a long, long line of military men, which wasn’t the same thing as Fleet men. His forebears, his brothers, his cousins all wore green, doing parashot raids and P/E missions, invading planets and going hand-to-hand trying to subdue the Antareans or the Flasbards or whatever other alien race the Feds had decided to go remove that month.

But not Owen.

No, Owen had gone into space, thinking to serve as a starpilot, one of the fighter guys in the Tygon Interceptors, so he’d gone to the Naval College and learned about astrophysics and the fun to be had sorting out which ductwork went to which part of the ship.

And when he’d failed the flight-school exam, he’d decided he’d become a great navigator, guiding a dreadnought or a battlecruiser through the stars, taking them safely to whichever planet was to be bombarded next. He’d served four years learning his navigation, practicing the helm orders.

And when he’d failed his navigation exam, he’d thought of gunnery. He’d memorized the types and characteristics of the light-ammo the Fleet used, studied trajectories and vectors and light-corridors and the thousand other things involved in bringing star-cannon and torpedoes to bear on every conceivable type of target.

And when he’d failed his gunnery exam, he’d resolved to apply himself to maintenance, sacrificing long sleepless nights to fine-tune the engineering systems that safely moved the great starships from Point A to Point B.352, understanding the way the electrical systems were wired, constructing nuclear subsystems from scratch.

And he’d passed his maintenance exam.

But then the Fleet had changed the design of the Plymar Interphaser, making most of the exam obsolete, and he’d failed the retest.

He told himself now that commanding a GP service vessel, one of the thousands of workhorses in the fleet, was just a way station, merely a stepping stone to bigger things, when his tactical genius would at last be noticed and he’d rise high enough to be able to face down his Army sisters and brothers when the family met for the Naadam dinner.

So now, resplendent in his Subcommander’s coat and at long last in charge of an actual ship in the actual Federal Fleet, he was determined to do a good job. Which basically meant he was relying on Pixy Pfeiffer to run the ship for him.

An incompetent captain, a drunken first officer, a vengeful pimp for a third officer, a fourth who owed her promotions to her habit of sleeping with her superiors… it didn’t bear thinking about. But it was reality, Pixy reflected. She was the only officer aboard who cared enough about not crashing into a subdwarf star to do her job, plus everyone else’s. Everyone except Klonmyre, the engineer; she was okay. But she was only the engineer. She couldn’t steer the ship or plot the courses, and she couldn’t lay her hands on eighteen buzz-lift lighting modules in a hurry either.

“Lieutenant Pfeiffer,” the captain called as she went off shift, “can I have a moment, please?”

She held up, harnessing her chi into a smile. “Naturally, sir. Where? Right here?”

“No, in the charthouse.” The smelly little navigation cubbyhole containing all the hard-copy starcharts and the balky, early-model star projector lay beyond the little hatch by the main lift. The rest of the bridge crew was looking at her, trying not to laugh. It was always amusing when Captain Crick tried to assert his authority. “It’ll just take a second.”

“Sure, sir.” She exchanged an unreadable glance with Okonfwe and kicked open the hatch, the captain on her heels, then headed over by the entry console and leaned against the far wall, her hands numb from hanging onto the controls for the past four hours; Jacobs had been useless. “What gives, Captain?”

He was not a bad-looking guy, she reflected. Tall, with blue eyes and one of those hefty sets of sideburns you sometimes saw on starship captains, he at least meant well. Not for the first time, she wondered whether it might be beneficial to sleep with him. He wasn’t known for that kind of thing, but you never really knew. He got right to the point. escort etiler “You noticed that Mr Amisuul didn’t bother showing up to relieve the watch?”

She had, actually, but it was none of her business. “Perhaps Lieutenant Densborg ought to have a word with him, sir,” she pointed out evenly.

“Mr Densborg is… Well, he’s indisposed.” The captain looked vacantly over at the starfinder, then shook his head. “Mr Amisuul is third officer, you’re second. So go give him a talking-to.”

She let the silence stretch until it was just short of the point of being disrespectful. “A talking-to.”

He flapped his hand at the wall, irritated. “Did I stutter? There’s entirely too much laziness in this ship, Ms Pfeiffer. I rely on my officers to keep things focused, and if they’re not showing up for watch it’s a problem. Right?”

No, not really. Amisuul was to have relieved Okonfwe at the commo desk, but he didn’t know anything about commo and the junior tech on the desk certainly did. The ship was better off without Amisuul on the bridge. “A problem. Yes, sir.”

Crick glared. “So go get ‘im, Lieutenant!” He clapped her shoulder in an overly conspiratorial way, then nodded happily and spun to leave.

“I’ll beat the shit out of him, sir,” she replied dryly, and the captain almost looked as though he had something to say about that. But he apparently thought better of it, as usual, and he creaked the hatch open instead.

And that’s how Pixy found herself striding down the passageway toward Amisuul’s room, this time avoiding the puddled hydraulic fluid on the deck in front of diBiase’s quarters; he was the newest officer, the FNG, so obviously he got the quarters half-flooded with carcinogenic slime. She didn’t bother knocking on Amisuul’s hatch, instead merely plugging in his doorcode; she’d made a point of finding out how to get into all her fellow officers’ rooms.

Amisuul lay nude on his bunk with a short, eager young woman lying facedown between his fine-scaled green legs. “Don’t you knock?” he demanded sourly. The woman gave a start, and began to twist around to see what was up. Amisuul simply tightened his legs around her head to keep her in place. “Keep going, Purcell. This won’t take long.”

“Why aren’t you at your post?” The woman was gagging, but Pixy didn’t bother waiting for Amisuul to let her up; he wouldn’t. “Your shift started like fifteen minutes ago.”

“Well, come on.” The Tygon gestured helplessly at Purcell. “She’s auditioning. I can’t very well interrupt her before she’s finished.”

“Get your lazy fucking ass up to the bridge,” Pixy demanded calmly, still not yelling. It was how she liked to do things, and normally it worked. Purcell’s neck was starting to go purple. “And quit it. She’s about to choke to death.”

“What?” He unfolded his legs, and the girl backed off his dick in an explosion of spit, snot, and tears. “I have to know how much she can take before I send her out for money.” His penis was skinny, like most Tygon cocks, but if he was like all the rest he could cum to order. That meant, potentially, hours and hours. And hours. Hours of dick. Pixy glanced thoughtfully at Purcell, now wiping desperately at her face; it looked like she’d been down there awhile. Amisuul’s dick was moving around like a finger; Tygons could do that with their penises.

“How old are you, Purcell?” The woman had sweat all over her uniform.

“Eighteen, ma’am.” She sounded properly deferential, at least.

“You really want to go out whoring for Mr Amisuul?”

She shrugged. “The money’s good, ma’am.”

“I’m the morale officer aboard this piece of shit, Lieutenant Pfeiffer,” Amisuul whined, crossing his ankles, his dick still shining with Purcell’s various facial contributions. Pixy looked away. “That’s an important job. More important than sitting in front of the subspace band while the commo tech does all the work.” He raised his eyebrows, forever the innocent. “I’m swamped.”

“Jesus.” Pixy sighed hard, then looked at Purcell. “Get going, Purcell. Find something else to do.”

“Aye aye, ma’am.” She was slowly pulling herself together to get up, anyway.

“Wait a sec.” Amisuul glanced critically up at the girl, then nodded to himself. “Cool. Now don’t move.”

Purcell looked confused. “But Ms Pfeiffer said…” Whatever she was about to say was drowned out by Amisuul, who promptly unleashed a torrent of foul-smelling green spunk directly into her mouth. From two feet, uphill. Pixy was disgusted, but she had to admit his aim was excellent. “Guhh.” Purcell was making a sad little grimace. “Shit, sir.” She spat out his load, gagging. “What did you do that for?”

“You earned it, sailor.” He nudged her off the bed with his foot, her uniform totaled. “Now get your ass back to work. I’ll do the rest some other time.” Wiping at her face, the girl shuffled toward the hatch. Amisuul watched her go, then sighed. “Quite an ass on her.” Still lying with his hands behind his head, he swiveled his cock until it was pointing at Pixy. “Want some, Pixy?”

She responded with a vicious kick to the ribs. “Shut your fucking piehole.” She followed up by leaning down and smacking his mouth. “That’s for calling me by my first name, you dickhead.” She ducked aside, nimbly avoiding a vengeful spurt of semen. “And stop that.”

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Breakfast was like any other, two eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, a slice of toast and a glass of OJ. Ashley sat at her table and read the newspaper as she nibbled on a piece of toast, reading a fascinating story on the front page about a man who broke into the zoo two nights before and sodomized some penguins in the Antarctica exhibit. She giggled to herself with the thought of the night caretaker walking in on such a spectacle.

After breakfast, Ashley went upstairs to brush her teeth. When she had rinsed her mouth, she looked deep into the mirror to admire herself. She wasn’t at all unattractive. Her face was somewhat rounded, and soft from lack of age, and a few strands of her chin length brown hair dangling in front of her blue green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dark but fade in the light. She suspected she had irish blood in her somewhere along the line, but who really knows, now-adays?

Still looking in her mirror, Ashley brought her right hand up to her chest and, slowly, she slipped her hand down, over her white t-shirt, to her left breast. She briefly tweaked the nipple and moved her hand downwards, bringing her left hand up to her right breast. Just before her right hand penetrated her waistline, the numbers on her watch seemed to catch her eye and she realized that she had to go to work. As she reluctantly stepped out of the door, she looked back for one last glance at herself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, and in doing so hit her shoulder against the door jamb, causing her to trip herself, and she spun around to fall on her face.

After she collected herself, she went down the stairs and outside to her forrest green Toyota Paseo. She opened the door and sat inside with the door open, looking back at her house. So many memories, her fourth birthday party, all her friends from over the years, so many holidays, so many school projects. One came to her mind right now. It was a project on Hinduism and it’s influence on modern American society and culture that she did in the seventh grade. She was working on the visual along with her friend, Tommy. That was the day she was first kissed.

The last thing that came to Ashley’s mind was her parents. They had died in a tragic plane crash two years before over the Atlantic Ocean on the way back from Paris, when Ashley was only eighteen. She was an only child, so the house and all of their small fortune went to her. The house itself was beautiful, it was a shade of gray, a bit darker than it used to be, when the paint was fresh. The house had two stories and trees all around it, so that all the windows were covered with shade in the afternoon. The whole property was surrounded with a white picket fence.

Ashley, becoming aware that she needed to get to work, closed the door and started the car. She backed out of the driveway slowly and pulled into the street.

As she passed the other two story houses in the utopian suburbia, she rolled down her window to get some fresh air in the car. The breeze was cool against her skin, and soon her mind kağıthane escort again began to wander. In her comatose state, she passed a stop sign and a car honked at her.

When she opened her eyes, she became disoriented. She was no longer in the familiar comfort of her Toyota Paseo, but instead she was on a dark green Honda motorcycle. The houses to her sides seemed to be getting more and more sparsely placed as she cruised along the road, and the trees became more and more dense. She didn’t know where she was going anymore.

Soon Ashley was surrounded by dense trees, the oak, birch, maple, and ash of the suburbs quickly turning into the fir, pine, and cedar of the Pacific Northwest. She drove the motorcycle down the road which now was cracked and in desperate need of repair. The trees off to the left side of the pavement seemed to raise from their level position up to a hill, and eventually were atop a steep rock cliff while on the right side of the road, the trees dropped off and soon Ashley was on a road a hundred feet above the water surface of a reservoir. The brownish green water was being restrained behind some unseen barrier behind her as she drove into the sun, rising up over the mountains.

She seemed to not even be driving the motorcycle anymore, and her mind wandered off as so many thoughts went through her head.

***

As the black crow flew through the air low to the pavement, he started scanning what appeared to be a secluded part of the road, no intruders would be welcome. He found such a spot and, lifting his beak, he threw the walnut down to the pavement, splintering the shell. He circled around quickly and, in a flutter of black wings, landed on the road next to the fruit of his labors. There is no telling where this delighted bird got his nuts, he just always seemed to find big ones. Big, juicy, nuts.

As the bird started to waddle forward to pick up his nut off the road, he heard a loud buzzing sound coming from around a corner. He fearfully hopped to the side of the road, fearing one of the big white dragons that breathed smoke. As Ashley rounded the corner she ran over the crow’s nut, flattening it into a mushy pile. The crow, a bit irritated by the human’s lack of regard to the majestic bird, looked down at what used to be his precious nut, then toward the human on her noisy contraption when his eyes widened. Shiny!

Quickly the crow, losing interest in his evening meal, took to flight in the direction of the human, chasing after his primal urge. He followed her around a bend to the left, and then up a gravel road as she began to wobble, apparently adjusting to the rough ride. The crow followed her along the road as she passed through a meadow with tall grass and many flowers. To one side of the meadow the crow saw a brown spot. Two deer were there, the one that was obviously a male (because of the horns, and his other endowment) was sniffing under the tale of a doe. He quickly climbed the doe, obviously they had been dating for a istanbul escort while, penetrated her. She seemed absolutely disinterested in her well endowed counterpart as he humped her vigorously, with his hooves draped over her sides and his head lazily laying on her back. Perhaps she was a lesbian. The crow thought to himself ‘Is that even possible, a homosexual deer?’ but before he had time to contemplate this further, the meadow ended and he slammed into a tree branch.

***

Ashley continued riding the motorcycle through the dense trees around the gravel road. Soon she came upon a sign that read: Camp Mamigunalikya. Around her and the small gravel road were several cabins, varying in sizes. As she rode, she started to feel a gentle vibration and, remembering this morning in her bathroom and feeling rather disappointed by it, she rocked into the bike.

The gentle humming of the motorcycle gently faded away and was replaced by what sounded like two cupped hands softly clapping together. She identified the sound, and before she knew it she was holding in her hands the reigns to a horse. She was now out of the cabins and, holding the reigns in her right hand, put her left hand down her panties to caress her tender and moist pussy. She rocked with the horse’s gape and soon she was outright bucking against her hand.

It seemed that the more she became aroused, the faster the horse would run, and soon he was in a gallop. If Ashley were able to see a profile of the horse and her, she would see that, as if the horse could sense her sexual aura, was also becoming aroused and had a twelve inch long throbbing horse cock between his legs.

Ashley had become distracted by herself so that she was not even holding onto the horse anymore, save for her legs. Her left hand was still down her panties, and now her right hand had unbuttoned her shirt and was under her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples. The horse was still galloping with a hard-on and turned around a bend in the road. Ashley, so engrossed with herself that she didn’t even see the turn coming, went flying off the galloping horse and into a small and muddy creek bed that ran perpendicular to the road.

She collected herself, a bit disappointed, and realized that her bra was torn half off and all her clothes were caked in mud. She looked around her and noticed that there was a short cliff wall with a small waterfall running off of it, the source of the creek bed. Noticing that there was no one else around, (and, unfortunately, that the horse had continued off down the gravel road) she decided to make it her mission to get cleaned up.

She walked over to the waterfall and stripped herself of her muddy clothes. The water, being runoff of the mountains, was rather cold and Ashley’s nipples stood hard atop her pert, youthful breasts. After thoroughly cleaning her hair and body of the mud, she slowly started to caress herself, tickling her sensitive nipples with the tips of her fingers and fingering her pussy, grinding into her hand. She passed çapa escort herself underneath the flowing water and closed her eyes, and suddenly she felt like she was underwater.

She opened her eyes with a jolt and sprang up from under the surface of the water. Ashley looked around herself and found that she was in a lake up to her waist, about three yards from the bank, and stark naked. On the opposite side of the lake, there was a tall tree covered ridge, but on all other sides there were tall and seemingly insurmountable peaks.

Becoming cold, and still a little horny, Ashley started wading to the shore, but before she could move more than a step, something held her back, gripping her arms behind her. She felt a hand on her abdomen, and as she was pulled backward, she could feel an anonymous hard cock pressing up against her back. She had had three failed attempts at pleasing herself this day, in her own bathroom, atop a stunning steed, and finally under the waterfall, just before she came here, so she was wanting what she thought would come just as much if not more than the man behind her obviously did.

The man spun her around to face him, and she looked into his eyes. He was stunning, his short brown hair clinging tightly to his forehead, just above the most beautiful sparkling brown eyes she had ever seen. She could feel his firmly defined abs and hard cock pressing against her stomach, her eyes coming up to his chin. She wanted him, badly, and she wasn’t afraid to tell him so. As she did, he just smiled with an eerie, maniacal grin on his face.

He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down the sides of her body, lingering at her firm, youthful breasts. The man continued to slip his hands down her body and came to a rest on her ass. He grabbed her and, after picking her up, he positioned his cock below her pussy lips. Slowly he entered her, and as he did so she closed her eyes. ‘Finally’ she thought ‘I’m going to get some’. The two of them bucked closely together, the man with his hands still on her ass, and Ashley digging her nails into his back. Then the man moved one hand up to her back behind her chest, and moved the other one in front to fondle her breast as his cock inside of her held her up.

When he came a few minutes later, he stopped moving completely and, holding his rising and falling chest against her’s, he emptied himself inside her as she continued to buck against him, attempting in vain to get the sexual release she so longed for.

“Keep going” she pleaded, but the end of her last word was garbled when the man pushed her head underwater, still inside of her.

As he was nearing the shore, he looked back at her floating and lifeless body and called out “Oh, by the way, my name’s Chris” and he walked up onto the dry bank.

***

There was a clank in the kitchen of the now deceased Ashley Haroldson, and the sound of a liquid being poured. A gibbon, nary a foot and a half tall and the color of a shiny new dime, was standing on the kitchen chair sipping humanlike from a fresh cup of coffee and was stooped over the daily newspaper. He saw a picture on the front page that looked like a man having sex with a penguin, then turned the page. Written on the third page in bloody letters were the words “You Are Mine”. The silver monkey sat back in his chair and howled a monkey laugh.