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Chapter 0 - Dinner With The Rabbits

Stella's a good friend of mine. We've been on the track and field team since middle school. Now we're heading off to the same university, both on sports scholarships. She's a full-blooded rabbit, while I'm just human(if you go back far enough I'm like 1/16nd wild horse, but you look like a douche canoe if you make a big deal out of that sort of thing.) Her family invited me over for a dinner to celebrate the scholarship. I thought nothing of it. They live in a charming little house built into a hill, with cute round windows poking out of the dirt between the rows of the garden. I've heard the hobbit holes in the Lord of The Rings were copied directly from traditional rabbit architecture. Stella tells me all sorts of stories about the ridiculous shit her sisters get up to. Flopsy gets lost all the time. Candy has just the worst taste in men, apparently. Clover is an "amateur mad scientist". Bonbon has some sort of chronic boob disorder. Cupcake and Sprinkle have been trying to start a combination bakery/brewpub. Roxie is working overseas in some kind of executive position. Now I list them out, I'm realizing just how many there are. There's a few others too, but apparently they're not as quirky as the rest. I'm sure you've heard rabbits are horny as hell. There's definitely truth to that, but I guess it's really more of a cultural thing. See, Rabbits aren't quite monogamous the way we are. They freely "cheat on" each other all the time. It's not uncommon for a woman to have kids by every guy in the neighborhood, and for her husband to have kids with just as many different women. I don't know how they decide which household raises the babies. I guess it's based on whoever has room? They're totally open with each other about it. There's no hard feelings or jealousy or anything. Flora(Stella's mom) even came onto me once. I turned her down, of course, but I guess different cultures just have different norms. The effect of this is that one "family" can be super diverse. I think Stella, and maybe Roxy are the only ones who are actually blood related to both their parents. Cupcake is Black, and half-sheep, while Sprinkle is desi. Flopsy is a quarter corgi, which I guess is why she's so stupid. Clover has some sort of 'european' accent, but I have no idea where it's from. Stella's dad, Littlefoot, is actually a quarter draft horse. He stands above the rest of them like a some sort of spindly, fatherly island in a sea of fluffy girls. When they welcomed me inside, I was overwhelmed by the number of new faces. I'm not great at crowds. That's why I'm on the field rather than up in the bleachers. And they're so handsy. Every single one of them, even Littlefoot, gave me a bonecrushing hug and a kiss on each cheek. Bonbon was the only who didn't practically crack my spine like a glow stick. Just one after the other. I was passed down a bucket line of vigorous hellos. I was a little early. Dinner wasn't quite ready, and the other guests hadn't arrived yet. Turns out, Littlefoot had invited two old flames over, and they were gonna join us for dinner. I tried to make small talk with Stella's sisters. They were doing "fine, and you" or "pretty good" or "like, not great, but not terrible either" For a family that talks so much, they sure don't have much to say. I noticed that, as we settled in, Candy kept scooching a little closer to me, inch by inch. She was practically on my lap after a few minutes. It's not like anyone had much room. Even the ones chatting at the other end of the living room, I noticed, had no personal space. They'd squeeze past each other, climb over people to get to good seat, and more. Even just passing hors doeuvres around, they would put the plates right up in each other's faces. Roxy dropped a bit of cheese down Stella's shirt, they were so packed in, and without even hesitating, Cupcake pulled it out, bit a piece off, then put it straight back into Roxy's mouth. I stepped outside for a moment to get away from the mass of bodies, and Bonbon was out there too. We got to talking, and I asked about the boob disorder Stella had mentioned. Bonbon laughed, and explained that when she sneezes, her boobs used to explosively expand to the size of small cars. It causes some problems she says, especially in a dusty, cramped house like this one. It's a side effect of the treatment she got for something with a complicated latin name, and she takes pills to keep it under control. Properly medicated, she told me, they only get to about the size of large beach balls. I was about to ask another question when Flora called out that dinner was ready. A cacophony of crashes, bonks and undignified squeaks sounded from inside the house. When I dared to peek my head inside, the living room was empty of bunnygirls. Bonbon led me past, into the dining room, through an archway hung with beads. The dining hall was bigger than I expected. Most of it was dominated by a long, long wooden table, where every one of the sisters sat, already serving themselves. Stella called to me, she'd saved me a spot by the head of the table, between her and Flora, and across from one of the women Littlefoot had invited. She was a statuesque tiger woman with long black hair. As the plates were passed around, and everyone served themselves, we dug in to the meal. It was very good, if a little heavy on carrots. Flora's thigh brushed mine, and she asked me how I felt about Stella. I said she was a great teammate and my best friend. She made a face that, in retrospect, was probably poorly hidden disappointment, and asked what I planned to do with my life. I gave her the usual answer. Pro sports, hopefully, with a minor in sociology in case plan A doesn't pan out. We chit-chatted through the main course, mostly the standard pleasant small talk, but by the time people were starting to clear their plates, she must have given up beating around the bush. She looked me in the eye and asked, "Is Stella your type? Would you marry her? Have you thought about having sex with her?" I didn't know what to say, I stammered something about, you know, she's pretty, but I never thought she was into me, so I never made a move. Stella practically pounced across me to smack her mom and shouted for her to stop, but Flora dodged expertly and just smiled, "So?" she asked, "You're a handsome young man. If you asked, she'd be all over you. Frankly, so would every one of her sisters." Stella was turning beet red. I glanced at her, almost as embarassed as she was. The tiger lady pointedly took this opportunity to stand up and take her plate into the kitchen. Stella stammered that she didn't think I was into her, she didn't want to make me uncomfortable, she was too busy for romance, she was too athletic and boyish, not cute like her sisters. At that moment, Flopsy was squeezing behind my chair to bring her plate to the kitchen. Her boobs pushed against the back of my head. She chimed in, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "You gotta share, Stella! Tell him he has to do me when you get through with him!" Flora leaned in closer, face now inches away from me. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pivoted me in my chair, turning me to face Stella. She kissed the back of my head and said, "Get to it, you two! I need grandkids, and I'm not getting any younger." I looked at Stella. I wasn't sure what to say. Flopsy squeaked as she slipped away towards the kitchen. Stella spoke, face lit up like she was just realizing she was on the winner's podium, "Johnny? Do you really think I'm pretty? Do you really want me?" I must have had a deer in the headlights look, because she leaned in closer, and got as gentle and quiet as I'd ever seen her. She placed her hands on my lap and leaned in. She whispered, but I heard it clear above the hubbub of her family, "I've wanted you for so long, but I didn't think you were interested." Flora, her one hand still around my hip, nuzzled her head into the crook of my shoulder and inhaled deeply. In a matter of fact voice, as calm as if she were discussing the weather, she informed Stella, "If you don't get started, I'd be glad to fuck him first." She nibbled on my ear. I became extremely aware of the scent of horny rabbits in the air. It was finally sinking in. This was real. I guess I'd bottled up my feelings for Stella, and mentally filed her under "just a friend", but the switch flipped and in a wave of uncharacteristic horny courage, I said "If you want me, Stella, it looks like you're gonna have to fight the whole rest of your family for the chance." Stella's face got real serious for a moment, then she got a wide, wicked smile, almost like a wolf. Her hands closed around my wrist, and she stood up, crashing her chair into the wall, and pulling me to awkwardly half stand beside her. She announced to the room, "Hey, hey! Hey everybunny! Listen," the room quieted down. "Johnny's coming downstairs with me! I get him first!" Several of the sisters clapped politely. Candy hooted something obscene. Clover cheered. Bonbon gave a breathy sigh, but said to Stella, "Congratulations! I knew you could do it."

Chapter 0 - gender collector

"So what'd you get?" "I have no idea." "Is this your first time? What's the card say?" "There's just a little picture of a letter 'G' with legs and a tilde over it." "You sure you're looking at the right side?" "Other side's blank. I guess I'm officially... whatever this is." "Hold on, gimme that! You were looking at the wrong side, dumbass. that's the logo on the back. "G" for Gender Bureau." "But the other side's blank..." "Huh." "What'd you get?" "Check it out: Hyper Futanari Bombshell. Holographic. Mint Condition." "Is that a good one?" "Hell yeah it is. Did you reserve a spot early? Maybe they ran out before they got to you." "It's gotta be a glitch. Do you think the clerk would let me retake the exam?" "Nah. Do you wanna borrow one of my spares? I've got a three pack of NEETs, a Soft Futch, half a Tradwife(don't ask), a Classic Bimbo, and like, thirty percent of the 2016 micro-identities at home in a box somewhere. "Is that allowed? I thought you were supposed to just get one. That's definitely not allowed." "What are you, a cop?" "I don't know. Do you think maybe it worked, and my gender really is, like, a blank gender. Is that a thing?" "I mean, probably. There's all sorts of weird shit you wouldn't expect that's actually a gender thing. I guess a blank space could be a gender." "That seems... fake." "It's all fake, dude." "No, it's not!" "You know what, why don't you come back to my place and we can try on some of my genders, see which ones fit." "No thank you! I'm just here to get my gender and leave." "Aww, genders got you down?" "What? Everyone comes to the Gender Bureau. I just wanna get back to work. I could be earning money right now. I don't have time to be trying on weird clothes or whatever!" "Booooring! You know what? Maybe that card's a printing error, or maybe you really do have a blank gender. Either way, I'll trade you for it." "No! It's mine. You're no help." "Buy it off you?" "No, look. I have the card. I'm not taking that stupid test over again. What does it matter what colors I like? This is stupid. Sorry I even asked you. Goodbye." "Wow, someone sure got defensive about a gender they don't even want." "I do want it!" "Well there we have it. Looks like the bureau was right after all." "No wait! That's not what I meant!" "Well, you've got my number if you ever change your mind. Tata for now!"

Chapter 1 - Training Begins

Michael "Detective" Creed stood facing a pale young woman with light blue hair. She glared evilly at him since he had gagged her sometime earlier. She had a sharp tongue and didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought of him and his employers. Of course Michael doubted he would be any better in her position. Which, at the moment, was chained, spread eagled, against the wall of a dungeon. It's official name was 'training room', but Michael preferred to call things what they were and this was definitely a dungeon. "I understand you want to put up a brave front for your sisters." said Michael, nodding to the other two women behind him who were chained in the exact same position on the wall behind him. "However, it's my job to make you docile for our customers and I'll do just that." Michael took an egg shaped silver device from the belt around his waist and gave it a sharp, counter-clockwise twist. It gave a hiss as mist escaped from it and the small end of the egg began to dissolve. "This is an interesting invention," said Michael, "the substance inside will eat through almost any known inorganic material. Observe." Michael held the device over the woman's chest and tilted it until a pale green ooze dripped out onto her outfit. As it came into contact with the material it hissed softly and the woman's shirt began to disintegrate. The ooze grew and spread as it ate the material. The woman continued to stare at Michael defiantly as the ooze crept down her bosom and down her torso to her waist, exposing bare flesh as it went. Soon her pale breasts were fully exposed and Michael's lips twitched upward in an appreciative smile. She was well built for someone her age. She should definitely bring a good price once her attitude was improved. By this time the ooze had traveled down to the woman's nether regions and he saw her shudder as the fabric between her legs disappeared. It appeared that her hair was natural. She had shaved her pubic hairs into a snow flake design. "Very artistic." commented Michael. She said something that was muffled by the gag. Michael shook his head. "Looks like we still have a ways to go."

Chapter 1 - Paperwork and Delays

Taylen of Dicksburg was a traveling merchant by trade, selling tinctures and potions of all kinds, all across the world. He'd made the Femboia to Futanar trade route many times before. As far as anyone could be, he was a regular at the border checkpoint high in the cold Androgy mountains. And yet, he found himself waiting in the interrogation room while a bureaucrat triple checked his papers. She sat across the table from him, reading through the documents, grunting with frustration every so often. She clearly didn't want to be here any more than he did. After some time, she stood up, and left the room. He couldn't help but notice her ass swaying as she walked away. It had, admittedly, been a long trip, and he hadn't had much time to himself. Taylen was bored. The wooden chair was uncomfortable. The hard stone of the room didn't do enough to keep the winter cold out. He could hear the wind howling outside. He tried to fill his mind with images of curling up by a fire, wrapped in a luxurious blanket, drinking hot chocolate, but he couldn't ignore the far less glamorous, and much less comfortable reality of his situation. Taylen startled when the door creaked open again. The bureaucrat came back. She said, voice firm, "We've got a few problems." Taylen didn't dare to ask a question, lest he somehow seem to incriminate himself. She crossed her arms, pushing up her voluminous breasts, and straining her shirt. "You don't have a proper writ of manifest for your Class II-E polymorphic reagents. What are you carrying across our border?" "They're experimental. I have the provisional writ. It should be there with the rest of my papers. I'm headed to Bimbotropolis to get them certified. They'll confirm my story. Just telegram them, please. I was supposed to be there this evening." "That's the other problem. We're snowed in. We messaged them, but the line is out somewhere downstream." "Oh no. How long will it be until a repair worker can get up here?" "Well," she towered over him, casting a long shadow over his body, "who knows. Might be days." Taylen had dealt with corrupt guards before, He sighed. "how much will it be?" "No, no. let's not get you in trouble for trying to bribe an official," She licked her lips, "Your manifest lists 'personal erotic enhancements'." "yes, yes, bound for Hunkwald. Those ones are fully licensed." a pout crossed his face, but he tried to remain professional. "I tried one." "You what? Do you know how dangerous that is? They're very specifically tuned for Hunks, and Hunks alone." "I'm half Hunk on my mom's side. I'm also a quarter Hunk on my other mom's side." She said, and pulled up her shirt just enough to reveal tight abs and the bottom of a bra. She flexed her core to emphasize the point. "I'm - that's - First of all, those are for paying customers!" The bureaucrat chuckled, "I don't get paid much out here, but I'm sure I can repay you some other way. Who knows, maybe I could be convinced to let you out early, tell them I had to make a judgement call." Taylen suddenly became aware of his erection throbbing under his skirt, and the wild haired woman towering over him. A small part of him protested, but he silenced it, and put on a professional air, "Alright. Alright. I'm sure you're in need of some customer service," he said with a wink. "Normally, I'm pretty big, but your femboian stuff is something special." She walked around the table, and stood next to him, and undid her belt with a grunt. Taylen looked up at her, and placed a hand on her hip. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. She put one hand under his chin, and tilted his chin up so he could look into her eyes. They were beautiful. Amber yellow like a crackling fire, and they looked at him with a desperate intensity. He reached one delicate hand into the top of her boxers, and a shiver ran down her body, "Shit," she said, "your hands are cold." He pulled down her bulging boxers, "That's what you get for leaving me in a freezing room," he pouted playfully. Her musk washed over him in waves, hammering its way into his nostrils. The base of her dick was revealed, and he gave it a frisky little smooch. She put her hand on his head. He tried to pull her pants down even further, but their tightness, combined with her tall leather boots, made that impossible. He chided her, "You gotta get undressed, silly," and for a moment she looked genuinely embarassed before her harsh facade reasserted itself. He commanded her, "Sit on the table. I've got something in mind." She did so, and unlaced the boots. When she tugged down her pants and made to remove her boxers, he put his hand on hers, "My job. Lay back." She lay back on her elbows, and he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the heavy wooded table, She grunted, "Ain't I supposed to be the one giving orders around here?". Taylen squirmed his way between her legs, nuzzling up to her bulging cock. It was long and stiff, protruding from the bottom of the right leg of her boxers. He brushed one hand against it, smearing a bead of precum, catching it on his finger, and licking it off. "Okay, okay, enough foreplay, please. By the Old Gods and the New, just fuck me already! I can't take it any more." Taylen was a little disappointed. he liked to tease, but evidently, despite her beauty, and the obvious care she took with her appearance, she wasn't the fine dining and masquerade balls type. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position, and pulled her boxers down to her knees, letting her penis bounce free. There wasn't much room on the table. Taylen was once again overwhelmed by the sheer size of the woman, and how close he was to her all but naked body. She grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him close, his lightly clothed chest now pressed against the length of her penis, and his face squashed between her hanging breasts. She growled, and her hips moved, dragging her enormous penis across his tiny frame. Taylen blew a raspberry in her cleavage, and she pulled his head out. he gasped for air, and said, "Stars, you're huge." He looked up at her, and one tiny hand snaked up into her shirt to toy with one of her rock hard nipples. The other cupped her balls. One finger brushed the clit just behind them, and she gasped. it turned into a sultry groan, "Turn around. Your ass," she said, "is mine." He wriggled in her grasp over, twisting until his butt faced her, Her dick felt like it rested between his shoulderblades while still hotdogging his ass, but he had to be imagining it. He braced himself against the rough wall, and she rocked her hips back, moving into position, and pushing the head of her penis against his asshole. She whispered in his ear, "I love the way you moan." He opened his mouth to respond, but with one thrust she buried her cock almost halfway inside him, and it come out as a moan of pleasure. He felt her cock pushing into him, heat and lust radiating from it. She gripped his hips, and slowly pulled back, bringing out another moan from him, "You're so tight," she grunted, "Lets get you loosened up." She pumped in and out of his ass, slowly at first, but then with increasing vigor. His body was overwhelmed by the feeling of her superhumanly large member sliding in and out of his ass. It slammed into his prostate, forcing out dribbles of precum with every thrust. he couldn't help but touch his own dick, but she leaned forward, pressing him into the space between her heaving breasts, and reached around to stroke it for him. She pounded him with renewed intensity, her heavy balls slapping against his as she jerked him in time to the thrusts. Taylen came, three bucks of his feminine hips sprayed the wall with three blasts of hot sweet cum, and he gasped indelicately. The border guard slowed her thrusts, but didn't stop. She whispered into the nape of his neck, "Had enough?" Taylen purred, "Hardly. I'm just getting started."

Chapter 1 - Time Travel Boob Problems

My first trip, I had gone back to see the dinosaurs. When I got back, the average cup size was a 34E. Mine included. I figured I got lucky. Of all the butterfly effect changes to have on human evolution, you can do a lot worse than some extra boob mass. I went back and shot Hitler before he dropped out of art school, and when I got back to the present, everyone had F cups. Someone who would've died in the war instead went on to invent an atomic breast-enlargement ray, and decades of casual use had impacted pretty much everyone in the US. Then I visited Lao Tzu in ancient China. I don't know what I did, but when I got back, Alchemical breast enlargement was now a well established ancient Chinese tradition. It was widespread enough that basically no one in Eurasia has smaller than G cups. even most men now had A or B cups. At that point, time cops from the future started hunting me. Obviously, I had to flee into the past. I visited Beethoven, but I accidentally helped him invent some kind of resonant frequency that acoustically stimulates breast growth. He was more of an ass man, so I don't think he ever used it for anything. The assassins forced me to flee deeper into the past. In ancient Greece, I think my boobs might have turned Sappho gay. Eventually, I was cornered on top of a babylonian ziggurat by time cops who could barely stand for the H cup boobs throwing them off balance. They said I had to stop interfering with time, but I swore(and it is the truth) that I didn't do it on purpose. I managed to lose them when we crashed through some kind of fertility ritual, and they got sidetracked by people thinking they were some kind of emissaries of Ishtar the fertility goddess. I didn't want to lead the time cops back to my present day, so I took a detour way back in time to the era of the earliest proto-mammals. I dunno what I did, but when I got back, not only had the accumulated changes bumped everyone up to L cups, but a lot of people had two or even three pairs of boobs. I swear I don't know why this keeps happening. I know you won't believe me, but I want someone to know that I'm not doing it on purpose! There's someone knocking at my door, and honestly, if it's the time cops, I think I'm gonna have to turn myself in. I don't know how much more boobage the timestream can handle. Am I cursed? Am I some kind accidental boob fairy? If you've ever cursed your boobs for getting in the way, I'd like to apologize. It's probably my fault.

Chapter 0 - Playing a Mysterious Song

Four adventurers sat around a campfire after a long day. Three of them ate hunks of bread and cheese while the last pored over a book the four had liberated from a ghoul-haunted abbey. The reader, a waifish elf bard, spoke up, "Say, how about we play a game?" The barbarian Logar Thunderer could not back down from a challenge. Through a mouthful of bread, he said, "Name your stakes, Elwin." Elwin replied, "This book describes a fascinating song. I want to see its effects." Horge, their stout human cleric, narrowed his eyes, "What kind of effects?" "That's what I'm curious about. It's written in an unusual Dark Elf Script, and there's a word whose translation I'm unsure of. Whoever listens will be granted something like the energy of women, or the rank of priestess or maybe wife-shaped power." Logar laughed, "Hah! Wife-shaped power. Better than whore-shaped power, I should think." The last of the group, the sorceress Caro Starhand, said, "But what does it mean? Well, experimentation is the best way to learn." Horge sighed, "As long as you think it's safe." Elwin positioned her hands on her flute. She played the opening notes of a haunting melody, then stopped and readjusted, "Alright. Tell me if you start to feel like a priestess." She started again, and the other three closed their eyes. They were all familiar with the familiar tingle of Elwin's magic that crept up on them. After several measures, Caro spoke up, "I don't feel any different," she said. Next, Horge opened his eyes, "Nothing yet." Logar shook out his wild mane, "Weak music! You have played much stronger than this!" Elwin kept playing, but rolled her eyes and gestured to the pipe still between her lips. Her message was clear "I'm not done yet, you idiots." After several more measures, Horge was the next to speak, "I feel... lighter?" Caro looked him over, but said nothing. Logar cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, "The power! I feel it." Elwin kept playing. Horge stood up and began to dance by himself. Caro tapped her feet and watched Horge bounce. For a moment, something seemed off about him, but he twirled and it was gone. Caro called out, "Horge." Horge stopped, "What?" Caro touched his hand, "You look... I think something's happening." Horge twirled again and laughed, "Come on. Dance with me!" She stood up and joined him. Logar watched Caro's ass swaying in the moonlight. He barely noticed that it was growing larger under her sheer robe. It took him fifteen seconds to realize that Horge was undergoing similar changes, and another fifteen to realize there was anything weird about that.  "Wait," Logar finally said, "Something's... like, really weird you guys." Horge turned to look at him and giggled, "Oh, wow! Logar! Your tits." Logar felt himself and found he had a pair of fat breasts. He twiddled his newly perky nipples. Caro grabbed Horge's ass, "Like, uh, yours too Horgie." Horge looked down at himself and giggled in surprise. He jumped in place, and his breasts bounced with him. Logar grunted in confusion, "Did Elwin do this?" Caro said, "I'm not compl- not com... It's totally cool," and giggled about it. The two others joined her. The music lulled for a moment, and their gaze fell upon Elwin. She was still normal, and still engrossed in the song. Caro gestured towards Elwin and made a grabby motion at chest height, "We should, like, punish her. It's her fault." Logar agreed, "Like, we totally should." Horge was too distracted by Logar's wobbling breasts to add anything. Before they could make a move, Elwin concluded her song. She looked at up them and asked, "Well, notice anything?" Caro purred, "You're a verrry naughty girl." Elwin looked each of them up and down, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Horge murmured, "boob..." Logar leaned down until his cleavage was even with Elwin's face. He put one hand on his hip and said, "Like, girl, come on." Caro and Horge joined Logar, trapping Elwin on three sides with a wall of boobs. Elwin overdramatically put one hand on her forehead and gasped, "Oh no! Whatever shall I do?" Caro said, "You gotta, like, fuck us back to normal." Horge added, "Sssex...", and put his hand down his pants. Logar leaned in until his boobs were mere inches from Elwin's face, "Like, me first." Elwin stood up and removed her shirt, "I thought you'd never ask." In a patch of soft grass, Elwin lay back while Logar ate her pussy like a wild beast. Horge sat in Caro's lap while she teased his nipples from behind, and concentrated on something, "Elwin," she finally said, "I'm dumb now, but..." Elwin looked over at her, "Yeah?" Caro continued, "But I'm, like, still smart." Logar's hands, feminine but still enormous, gripped Elwin's waist, pulling her deeper onto his tongue. Caro flipped Horge's hair out of the way and licked his neck. He made an incoherent girl noise. Elwin prompted, "Still smart?" Caro held up one finger, and scrunched up her face in thought, "I'm, like, a sorcer...sor-uhh, I can do spells." Two of her fingers slid into Horge's pussy. Elwin rode a wave of pleasure, then said, "It should wear off in a few hours." Caro made another face. She pouted, "I'm, like, totally gonna get you back for this," as her fingers settled into a circular motion around Horge's throbbing clit. "Bring it on, dweeb," Elwin grabbed Logar's hair and pulled him deeper into her pussy. She lay back and let him work her over for a while. Every time she got close to cumming, he would draw back, teasing her. She snapped back to reality when Caro and Horge appeared on either side of her. Caro giggled and said, "You look like you'd make a good chair." Caro crouched down and straddled Elwin's body. Elwin breathed heavily, suddenly aware of just how much sweaty flesh was surrounding her on all sides. The scent of her three teammates blended together in a new way. Caro sat gently on Elwin's face. Suddenly, Elwin felt someone sucking at her breasts, and their long fingers explored her stomach. Elwin couldn't see who it was, and it heightened the pleasure. The only thing she could see was a view of Caro's back. Logar picked up the pace of his pussy eating, taking Elwin right to the brink of orgasm, then backed off again. Elwin moaned something into Caro's pussy. Caro eased off her just a bit. Elwin repeated herself, "lemme cum already!" Logar whispered, "Like, we're punishing you, silly!" Horge giggled, "Revange!" Caro said, "You don't get to cum until we all do," and lowered herself back into Elwin's face before she could respond, "Like, you're gonna be here a while, baby!"

Chapter 1 - The ritual

"G-Gah!" Pein yelped now as Hidan was on top of him licking into Pein's crotch, licking the cum that was flying out. Hidan had his dick out and was coming everywhere and smirked and said, "This is Jashin's Sex Ritual...I can finally sacrafice you, you dickhead leader." he smirked licking up Pein's chest. It sent a shiver up Pein's spine, a blush on his face, as well as some cum on his cheek and he muttered, "Y-You w-won't g-get a-away w-with i-it..." he said as Hidan now grabbed onto Pein's pierced cock. Hidan smirked and pulled on his pierced cock and squeezed it making cum ooze out and licked it from the tip and Pein moaned a bit, eyes twitching and Hidan muttered, "Mmmmmmm, the sweet taste of cum..." "Y-You're s-sick..." Pein growled at him while moaning a bit feeling his cum coming out, he somewhat was enjoying this. Hidan smirked now as he stabbed his hand and made a Jashin symbol on the ground with his bloody hand around then and laid pein on it and he sliced Pein's cheek and a bit of blood dripped out and Hidan licked it now with the small blade he had and then he went into his black and white ritual mode and then smirked, "Now, lets feel the pain together..." Pein's eyes widened as he felt what Hidan felt right now, the pain of how he stabbed his hand made him wince in pain and then Hidan licked his lips smirking then said, "Lets get this going." Now Hidan took off his pants as he already had Pein completely bare and Hidan laid down and put Pein on top of him and then he pushed his dick hard into Pein's asshole as Pein screamed in pain and pleasure. Hidan smirked, "Want me to go faster Leader-Sama?" and Pein closed his eyes and yelled, "Just hurry up you bastard!" Hidan smirked and said, "As you wish leader..." Then Hidan went deeper into Pein's asshole and he yelled louder and moaned a bit and drooled a bit from his mouth, digging his finger nails into the dirt as Hidan dug his dick in deeper and deeper until there was actually blood coming from Pein's ass and Pein yelled in pain, but there was pleasure in his voice. And then Hidan moaned as cum went into Pein's ass and Pein breathed hard as it did, his dick on the dirt, it was hard like hell as cum was oozing out. Hidan soon took his dick out and after rubbing it on Pein a few times, covering him in cum, he got up and smirked, "The ritual is over, Jashin is pleased and pleasured...as am I...I'll Fuck you again tomorrow...leader-sama..." then he smirked, walking off, leaving Pein there, recovering from the pain and pleasure, of the sex ritual.

Chapter 1 - The Chief Benchmarks Fitzpatrick's Deliverables

Fitzpatrick enters the Chief's corner office, his shirt rumpled, and tie thrown over his shoulder. He's been having a very bad morning. "Bad news, Chief. Our hard stop is looming on the Faraday contract and there's no way current departmental paradigm will actualize the deliverables. Thought I'd touch base and run some alternatives up the flagpole." The Chief spins her chair around to face him, she steeples her fingers, "That's a real rattler, Fitzpatrick, but I've got one more silver bullet before we'll have to pull the plug." "You're a lifesaver as always, Chief." He can't help but notice that the Chief has left the top several buttons of her undershirt undone, in a most unprofessional manner. She explains, "We're gonna need to establish some horizontal synergy with the boys in accounting, but I'm sure it won't be a problem for you, Fitzpatrick. Convince them to scrub the numbers." "Yes, ma'am." "Word through the grapevine is you've got a golden touch. I actually called you into my office to review your cross-functional performance from a hands-on end-user perspective. I need to benchmark it personally." "Yes, ma'am." Fitzpatrick begins to unbutton his shirt. "I didn't hire you to be a yes man. I'm asking you to drill down. Show me how you find something actionable here." Fitzpatrick gulps, "Yes, M- I'll put this on my radar. Where do I break ground?" He comes around the side of The Chief's desk. "Your joined-up thinking has really been pushing the envelope. Start by actioning the low hanging fruit." Despite sitting down, the Chief manages to fill the room with her presence. She spreads her legs, and gestures for Fitzpatrick to kneel in front of her. He does. His face is less than a foot from her panties, and he's drawn ever closer until his nose brushes against them. The Chief kicks off her heeled pumps and wraps one pantyhose-sheathed leg around his head. Fitzpatrick's fingers knot into the thick carpet. The Chief's calves pull him in, and she leans back, moaning a little(or maybe it's just a big yawn) as his silver tongue demonstrates it's unique selling proposition. The Chief's phone rings. She answers it, a quick "Yes. No. I'm a busy woman. No point waiting. Come right in." The Chief notifies Fitzpatrick, "Miss Porter will be touching base with me momentarily, but please continue. Pretend she's not even here." Fitzpatrick grunts an affirmative into the Chief's pussy, just in time for a knock at the door. Miss Porter enters, and the Chief says, "Lay it on me, Porter." Occupied as The Chief is by Fitzpatrick's demonstration, she doesn't turn to face Porter directly. Porter says, "First things first, I'm here for the coffee run. Chief?" "The usual. Black. Straight. Large. Extra Syrup." Miss Porter takes a note. "Yes, ma'am. And, ah..." The Chief clarifies,  "Fitzpatrick is - ooh. He's actualizing some very cutting edge - ohh - interdepartmental practices. Damn, Fitzpatrick, the departmental retreats have really paid off. What coffee will you have?" She releases his head from her leg lock. Fitzpatrick rises to a sitting position. His chin is already shiny with the Chief's sex juices, "Ah, Miss Porter," he gives her an awkward sort of half wave, mostly blocked by the desk, "I'll have, hmm. I've been a little distracted, as you can see. An espresso. Two shots, please. No sugar, one creamer." Miss Porter blushes. She says, "Er, thank you. I'll let you get back to work." She turns to go, but the Chief stops her, "Porter? I know we run the ship a little different than down in the mailroom, but please stay on the agenda." With one hand, she moves Fitzpatrick's face back towards her crotch. Porter smiles awkwardly, "Oh, hah, yes. I'm sorry. Totally slipped my mind. Yes. Your agenda. Well, you've got the contract meeting with Hardiman Corp from 11 to 12:30, followed by lunch. Will you be visiting the stress relief room today, ma'am?" The Chief moans,  "I don't think that - will be neccessary." Her stiff nipples are now easily visible through her shirt. Porter continues,  "You've got a meeting at 2:30 with the overseas branch, regarding the contract with Oppai-Mitsubishi Concern." The Chief makes a note in the margin of one of the documents on her desk. Porter says, "Past that, you have time for - " The Chief's whole body tenses for a moment. She says, calm as ever, "do that again." Fitzpatrick gives a thumbs up, since his mouth is occupied. After a brief pause, Porter continues, "Hmm, yes. After the overseas meeting, you have some flex time until 4:00." The Chief instructs her, "Pencil in a window to touch - ooh - touch base with Johnson and Wang. See if you can get Cox to come around, too." She idly kneads at her nipples through her shirt. Porter takes a quick note, and adds "Say, Chief, just between us, is Fitzpatrick free to come around to my desk later? I hear he needs all hands on deck to co-ordinate with Accounting, and I should be able to leverage some of my assets for him." The Chief says,  "You know, Porter, that's not a bad idea. I knew there was a reason I kept you-" She groans loudly, and her hips shake. Her fingers clench in Fitzpatrick's hair, and he keeps up his ministrations as she bucks in her chair. Porter's fingers drum on her clipboard. After some twenty seconds of convulsing indecently, The Chief lets Fitzpatrick up, Fitzpatrick stands up, his shirt now positively soaked, and says,  "Well, Chief, I trust I've demonstrated a win-win solution to establish synergy with the accounting department." The Chief takes a moment to straighten herself out, and says, "Undoubtedly, Fitzpatrick. But do touch base with Porter before you head down." Porter's eyes are wide with anticipation, seeing Fitzpatrick's tent-pole bulging in his slacks, but she stays professional,  "I've got to do the coffee run first, but I can meet at my desk at oh, lets call it ten, ten fifteen. Fitzpatrick, I can't wait for you to fuck me like an animal."

Chapter 4 - Behind Ivy's back

Kicking the wooden door behind the pub, the red suit ninja Taki darted off, she double took as she exited and suddenly kept on the neighboring rooftop with ease. She began to run along the tiles with Almost no sound beneath her feet. She had a pouch tied around her slender waist as she turned her head as she ran. She spotted ivy and mitsurugi exiting the bar. Taki ducked down as she peeked over the rooftop to spy on the pair now standing before the stables in front of the bar. "Damn it, I won't have much time." She muttered to herself. She did not wait any longer. She began to sprint and hop along the rooftops in the direction of Ivy’s mansion. Taki found herself sprinting along the trail, each time her sandals touched the dirt trail it kicked up dust masking her tracks and shrouding her from anyone who might be watching. Just over the hill was Ivy’s mansion looming down on her. She was there once before but was caught, the fear of returning was on her mind but knowing that Ivy was in town and preoccupied gave her just enough chance to return with risk of interruption.      Taki found herself back at the same balcony she had stumbled upon Ivy and her intimate session with Zwei a few nights back. She darted her eyes back and forth and dubbed the coast as clear. She entered the balcony and finally leapt from the upper level and down onto the alchemists bedroom. There was not a soul in the room yet the master bed was tossed. Taki approached the bed as she felt the sheets. It was warm as if someone had just finished sleeping in it. She grabbed her Kris Naga and stood still. There was the sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom door. Taki scanned the room. She lunged at the first door she saw. She reached for the handle and pulled it open. It was a closet.       She let the closet door shut but left a crack in. The doors to the bedroom opened as a butler entered. Taki stared through the crack as she watched the butler begin to make the bed. Watching intently she began to think back to the time she saw Ivy in the bed with Zwei. Taki shook her head as she fought to focus on her mission rather than her urges. She felt her neck beginning to get hot as she felt her nipples beginning to harden. The butler finally finished the bed and was about to leave the room. Taki let out a breath of fresh air as she suddenly felt hands around her neck. There was a sudden clench as another hand grabbed her hand about to reach for her dagger.         "Not so fast, are you here to kill the alchemist?" Zwei asked as he pressed his lips to Taki's ear.        "If it comes down to it, why do you care? Last I saw of you she had you in the palm of her hand. Are you in bed with her now or what?" Taki said as she felt his grip firmly stopping her from making any sudden movements.         "She just gave me something that I wanted, something the villagers who hired me to deal with her could not. What is it that you are searching for here?" he asked.        "For her dungeon or laboratory, she has something of value, something she had stolen from my clan. I need it back, I know that in her hands nothing good will come of that, you are not aiding in any virtuous causes by simply  rolling over and letting her swallow you whole." Taki said with a chuckle.        "Like I said, she gave me something I wanted, who's to say that I haven't been searching these grounds for that same laboratory you are looking for? Maybe we are searching for the same thing?" he answered.        "You, using her? Surely you must be joking, I'd like to see you argue that thought the moment you see eye big eyes and big breasts, please you will crumble the moment she barks and order at you and surely you will obey her!" Taki fired back as she felt his grip weaken.        "You bring up a good point but I can see two reasons why I won't, maybe you have something that I want and like I said, there might be a possibility that we can work together?" Zwei bargained. Taki paused, she still felt her nipples hardening as she still felt that hot feeling against her neck and between her thighs. Taki bit her bottom lip and turned her head back.         "You know where to start, Ivy won't be back for a while, she is occupied by a japanese swordsman in town."        "I know where we can start, and where you can too." Zwei grabbed Taki's hand from her dagger and onto his penis against his pants.         "Good place to start." Taki broke free from Zwei and dropped to her knees. She bat her black bangs from her face and pressed her breasts together. She unzipped his pants and without hesitation pulled his penis out and held it into her hand. Taki place her left hand against Zwei's chest and pushed him against Ivy's hanging clothes in the closet. He was almost surprised that she was as into it as she was. Taki grabbed his limp cock and shoved it in between her moist lips. She licked her tongue against his head as she forced her head down and deeper onto him. She felt him getting harder as she coughed slightly.                     Zwei shut his eyes as he felt her wet lips tightly wrapped around him, the suction pulling his skin up as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Taki pressed her breasts together, she pulled and played with her nipples as she rubbed them against his legs feeling how big and soft they were under that skin tight red jump suit of hers. Taki kept her eyes looking up at him while she felt his dick twitch with each lick and hand motion she used on him.             Zwei reached his hand out and firmly grabbed the black hair on her head and began to stroke his cock while Taki placed his balls into her mouth. Staring down at Taki as she locked her eyes in on him. She licked from up his balls to his shaft and kept her tongue on his shiny cock until she teased the tip of his penis with her tongue.            "So am I better than the alchemist?" Taki asked as she jerked his cock against her cheek. She rubbed her fingers against her pussy as she played with herself through the thin red suit.            "Hard to say, you are doing a great job though!" Zwei said as he tried his best to focus. Taki stood up to match his eye line. She grabbed his head and dropped his face down into her chest. She began to rub her tits into his face as she continued to stroke his throbbing cock in her slippery hands.            "Feel what I can give you!" Taki grabbed Zwei's hand and as she stroked him he made him feel the moist lips of her pussy through the red suit.            "I like what you can offer me! Remember, I have something you want, you are doing me the favor!" Zwei said confidently. Taki furrowed her brow and made an annoyed face.            "Very well, then you shall remember this one!" Taki peeled his face away from her big tits and dropped back down onto her knees. She was about to put it back into her mouth just as Zwei kept fixating on her luscious breasts stuck behind her skin tight red suit.            "Your breasts, can you take them out?" he stuttered as Taki rolled her eyes and let go of his penis. She let his dick dangle in her face as she undid her suit and rolled the red suit down from her neck until her massive pale tits flopped out. Taki grabbed his cock and began to slap his penis against her nipples. Taki licked against his dick head and began to jerk him vigorously. Zwei clenched one of Ivy's dresses hanging in the closet as he felt the urge to burst. Taki bounced her massive tits against his cock.           "I want to get fucked next time, can you do me that favor since I'm doing you this one?" Taki asked.          "Sure, just keep going!" Zwei shut his eyes as he could no longer resist. With one more stroke Taki felt his cock twitch within her grip and shoot out the white gooey substance all over her massive tits. Taki stared down at herself as he continued to cough it up all over her palm, chest and parts of her red suit. Zwei began to pant as Taki frowned.           "I was hoping you would last a little longer than that?" Taki reached passed him and grabbed one of Ivy's dresses. She began to wipe up the white mess with the frilled end of a ball gown as Zwei caught his breath.          "Sorry, there has been a lot to go around and your breasts alone pretty much finished it for me." he admitted.          "Now that we got that out of the way, can you show me where to start looking?" Taki asked beginning to place her breasts back into her red suit.          "Of course, just give me a moment to collect myself."          "I think Ms. Valentine will have plenty of you to collect all over her dresses." Taki said with a chuckle.          "Very funny!"           "Shall we get on with it, and I do intend on getting the other end of the deal, I want something out of this too since I was able to please you. Can you do me that favor?" Taki demanded.          "That won't be a problem."          "Great, then let us go find a laboratory." Taki whipped her hand against the wall as she tossed any remaining semen from her hand and against the fancy wall trimmings.    

Chapter 1 - Wishes

Title: Wishes Category: Anime/Manga » Dragon Ball Z Author: Aku, aka Akurna aka AkurnaSkulblaka Language: English, Rated: MA Genre: Romance/Humor Chapters: 1, Words: 1,541 Chapters 1: Wishes Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball/Z Akira Toriyama does. Enjoy! Jaja Goku looked out the window and a colossal smile spread across his face when he saw the tiny glistening star shoot into the depths of the sky. A shooting star! I get to make a wish! "I wish I wish upon a star that I would …. Hmm what do I want to wish for… Oh yeah! I know I wish that I would have fun tonight!" Goku said with finality he then turned and looked at Bulma preparing the bed "Bulma can I sleep in the bed with you?" Goku said yawning "No! of course not!" Bulma yelled "You can sleep on the floor." "Why?" Goku asked exasperated. He definitely didn't want to be sleeping on a hard floor, he'd had a long day and he wanted a good rest in a comfortable bed. "How old are you?" Bulma asked calmly Goku thought for a minute and then said "I'm thirteen!" "And I'm seventeen, too old a person for you to be sleeping in the same bed with." "But- " Goku began but was silenced when Bulma gave him a look that could kill pigeons in midair. Goku sighed and said "Okay…" Later that night… Goku sighed as he tossed and turned on the floor trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I cant sleep like this. Goku thought getting up he walked over to the bed and climbed onto it Wiggling in between her legs Goku laid his head on Bulma's crotch "Huh, what's this?" Goku said patting her crotch. What? No bump! Goku sat up and pulled down Bulma's panties "Whoa!" he said Goku carefully slipped Bulma's panties off and prodded her opening, jumping when Bulma gave a small sigh. He pushed in harder. What's this tiny bump? Goku thought. Curious to see what happens he pushed down on it. Bulma suddenly sat up looking around. " Whoa! Goku! What are you doing?" Bulma asked covering herself up with the blanket. "I don't know…" Goku said sheepishly "You don't have any balls so I was curious." Goku looked down and jumped at what he saw "Well well, Goku what do we have here." Bulma said eying the tent in his pants. "Why do I feel all hot down there?" he said pointing at the huge bump between his legs Bulma looked at Goku, and with a sigh "Okay, Goku, guys have balls and a penis," she said motioning towards his groin, "And girls have a…" Bulma blushed, she hadn't thought explaining the anatomy of a woman would be so embarrassing "a... a vagina… And they also have these," Bulma said hurriedly, she then let the blanket fall and unbuttoning her shirt she opened it up showing him her breasts. Suddenly Goku cried out. "What the hell!" he said prodding the immense lump between his legs. He looked up and started when he laid eyes on Bulma's perfectly rounded breasts. His penis twitched, Bulma looked at him and said "Okay now guys usually rub the girls breast to get them…" her eyes narrowed as she thought for the right word. "Aroused." Goku nodded and placed his hand on one of Bulma's breasts and began to gently massage it , her eyes slid shut and she let out a small moan. "Now try playing with my nipples." Bulma said pointing to the rosy pink buds. Goku looked at them and pinched one between his thumb and forefinger. Bulma moaned and leaned forward and began to rub and the hard lump between Goku's legs making Goku cry out. "Does that feel good?" Bulma said a small smile on her lips. "Yes… its getting bigger… And hotter." Bulma smiled and took Goku's head in her hands and brought it to one of her nipples "Try sucking on it… Oh yes, Goku…" Bulma moaned as Goku suckled her nipple, fire raced through her body when suddenly Goku brought his hand down and gently fingered her opening Bulma laid back and spread her legs more giving Goku better access to her aperture. Goku licked and sucked her nipples all the while fingering her opening, driving Bulma over the edge and with a high pitched moan she came all over Goku's hand "What was that?" asked Goku, looking at his hand his tongue darted out from between his lips and he licked his fingers. "Hey! That tastes weird, good but weird at the same time!" he said licking off the rest he looked at Bulma who was watching hi a small smile on her lips. "Oh Goku your so innocent and so… cute." she said and she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Goku's eyes widened, he was surprised, in all his years in the mountains he had never once seen a girl let alone kissed one. When he finally opened to the kiss Bulma surprised him even more by pushing her tongue into his mouth like a small offering, he received it by intertwining it with his own. Bulma put a hand on his chest, pushed him back on the bed and climbed atop him. Reaching down she pulled down his pants. She gasped when she looked down. Look at the size of that thing! She thought when she saw his engorged penis. It's got to be about 10½ inches… but... but he's just a boy! not wanting to be overdone she took a hold of his swollen member and ran her hand down to the base and back up to the tip, and for the cherry on top she rubbed her thumb over the tip. Synapses bursting in Goku's brain his hips thrust upwards, he let out an animalistic moan. He'd never felt anything like this before. Even when he played with the vacuum cleaner he found here in Bulma's capsule house had he felt something like this. He suddenly felt something warm and wet encase his cock when he looked down he groaned when he saw Bulma had taken him into her hot mouth. Sucking ferociously she bobbed her head urging Goku to go over the edge, so she could repay him for the blissful orgasm he gave her. Goku moaned, and gripped the sheets with a grip that could crush stones She smiled around his cock when she felt his warm fluids squirt into her mouth. Bulma sat up, and looking Goku straight in the eye, licked her lips to remove any traces of his cum from around her mouth. "Okay Goku, its time for part two," Bulma said seductively, and placing both hands on his chest, she pushed him back on the bed and kissed him deeply. They quickly removed any remaining clothes. Bulma sat atop him and reached beneath her placing the tip of his penis at her entrance, and began a series of wiggles and thrusts with her hips that she had always dreamed of doing with a boy but never thought possible. Goku couldn't take it anymore, unknown primal instinct took over him and he thrust his hips upward and buried himself to the hilt in Bulma's warm depths. He groaned and held still, somehow something in the back of his mind told him to or he could somehow hurt Bulma. Finally Bulma moaned and moved her hips grinding into his hard member. Goku moaned and thrust his hips in time with her movements causing a friction that brought them nearly to the edge. Goku took a hold of Bulma's upper arms and brought her down and covered one of her nipples with his mouth sucking on it bringing Bulma over the brink of pleasure into bliss. Bulma's walls clenching his painfully hard cock brought an animalistic moan from him and he pushed into her one more time and went over the edge spilling his salty juices into her. Bulma collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily she looked up a Goku to see him looking at her with an amused look on his face. "What's so funny?" she said confused "I wished that I would have fun tonight, and I think I got my wish." He said smiling. Bulma laughed and rested her head on his chest and sighed as they both drifted off to sleep The End Hope you liked it! I know it's a weird couple but I thought it would make a cool fic about the adventures that Bulma and Goku had in DragonBall ;D Sincerely Akurna. Aka AkurnaSkulblaka

Chapter 2 - Harsh introduction

Around half way through this chapter is when things get weird if you don't enjoy the scene being set up and just want the details. Like I said, if people keep reading I'll do much longer and more vivid scenes with different...things. I tried to set this world up to where I have limitless options with creatures.  It took everyone awhile to figure out where the respective sleeping quarters were and which section of the pod was theirs, but eventually the majority of the non security personnel were laid down for the night. Sleep didn't come easily to most of them. "Sarah...Sarah, hey!" Whispered a woman's voice, just loud enough to interrupt the half sleep Sarah had been in. "What is it?" Sarah rolled over and saw Shannon who was a member of the engineers, but was one of the few people Sarah considered actually a friend. She had known Shannon throughout there training for this mission and while they had gone down different paths they always sat together when at the chow hall or a Fleet wide briefing.  "I left my data pad outside near the right quad, I gotta go it. Will you come with me real quick?"  She sounded desperate. Every crew member had a data pad that was filled with there personal files and it was one of the few items that held some degree of comfort down here, looking through old photographs or watching movies on it while trying to sleep.  "Where is it exactly around quad four? The sensors over there are spotty." "Well I don't really remember, but I borrowed Taks pad and mines locator is showing quad four near the tree line." "Just tell the duty LT and have them go get it." "Yeah, great idea and get screamed at for being a stupid egghead by someone with no patience. Come on, it'll take 5 minutes and I need help looking for it, I'll do whatever you want!" "Fine! You're going to get us in so much trouble." Sarah sighed. After briefly getting her jumpsuit and boots on the pair casually walked outside the pod to one of pop-up buildings being used for storage of gear for quick access.  "We're gonna wait until this next patrol walks off and then go to the fence, I'll turn off quad fours power and then we'll go." Shannon had obviously planned this out before waking Sarah. Sarah nodded her head in nervous acceptance of the future ass chewing she was sure would happen.  The repercussions of being on half rations or limited data usage was quickly swept from her mind when she came to the sudden realization of what they were about to do. The thin wire wall was all that separated them from this unknown world and they were going to cross it, if even for a few moments. Her skin began to crawl in the way it does when you think you're alone in a room at night, but not entirely sure. The primal fear of the dark, the unknown, and whatever eldritch horrors lie beyond that wall were surmounting inside her gut.  The forest was a powerful figure of darkness, the nights on this world held almost no light as the moon was but a fraction the size of Earths so little light was reflected on the dark side. The beautiful green and vibrant purple colors were erased in this darkness and the forest seemed to swallow up what little light reached it as the thick canopy kept the tree line a jet black. As before the wind didn't stir and no movement was obviously visible, however the human eye is always tricky. Even when nothing is moving the corners of ones eye will mislead you into swearing something is out there. This forest was the embodiment of human fear. After a few minutes of waiting the pair found there opportunity and took it. They darted to the fence under the cover of darkness and after fiddling with the fences nearest power core a small section of fence was offline. They were able to easily move the wires and get through the fence since the power current is what gave the composite material its rigid nature, with no power it was as flexible as rubber.  "What are you doing!?" Yelled a mans voice from inside the fence, Shannon was on the other side of the fence already but Sarah had just started to squeeze through.  "Sarah? What the hell?" It's the Sgt. that said I was gonna mix things up yesterday, shit what was his name?!  Sarah though in a panicked state. "Shhhh, we're trying to get her data pad where she left it on the other side of quad four" "Whose data pad?"  "Shannon" Sarah turned around to point at Shannon, but Shannon wasn't there. She had just seconds ago saw her standing right beside her on the other side of the fence. "Shannon! Shannon!" Sarah yelled in a low whisper, thinking Shannon ran behind a tree or something when the Sgt. walked up and not wanting to alert the whole camp because of Shannon not wanting to be caught. "Shit you mean someone is outside the grid!?" The Sgt barked harshly. "No, no, no she probably ran off when you walked up, I'm sure shes just behind a tree or something." Sarah went to bend down to squeeze through the wires when the Sgt. grabbed her. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? This isn't a fucking game, you have no idea what's outside the wire, we have God damn rockets set up just in case of a leviathan class predator and you wanna walk outside with nothing!?"  "Who said I have nothing? I got you." Sarah smiled. There is no way that is going to work. She thought. "Sigh....Fine, but you fucking owe me when we get off this planet." Holy shit, men are too easy! "Anything you want, lets just fine Shannon and keep this quiet, please!" The Sgt. shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  "We are so gonna die." He mumbled. The Sgt. and Sarah squeezed through the fence and were met with a damp moss blanket on the other side. The Sgt. unslung his rifle and prepped a pulse charge for full blast. "Shannon! Shannon! Where the hell did you go!" Sarah yelled in a whisper still convinced Shannon was just looking for her pad and not in any distress. The forest swallowed the pair up, the small light on Sarah's jumpsuit wrist and the Sgt's light on his helmet didn't penetrate the darkness far and from the camp they were already invisible after just a few feet.  Several minutes passed where the unusual and out of place pair creeped through the forest whispering for Shannon. The fear of alerting the camp was gone, but the pair continued to whisper...for fear of alerting something worse.  "We have to go, we've spent too long off grid and I have to do a radio check soon." hissed the Sgt. still speaking quietly.  "We can't just leave her!" Sarah pleaded. "Who said anything about leaving her? We'll alert the Cap'n and send out the aerial Drones, they'll be faster than us anyway." Sarah resigned herself to his obvious logic and agreed that wasn't a bad idea. She dreaded the ass chewing, but her desire to get out of this forest overcame the dread.  As the two began to turn back towards the direction of the camp they came to the sudden and dark realization. "The GPS isn't functioning Sarah..." "Shit the electromagnetic pulses the tree's were sending out. They must be blocking it too." "You didn't think to tell me that before we walked off?" The Sgt. turned to look at Sarah with a scowl.  Before Sarah could reply she heard a crack above in the canopy. Both the Sgt. and Sarah looked up immediately.  Sarah could make out a little movement in the canopy but her vision was quickly blurred with red. She heard another crack and looked towards the Sgt. to see a thick brown root like spear sticking out of his helmet and through his head. Her face was covered in his blood from the rapid force of the impact.  Sarah took a step back out of panic and tripped over the slick moss carpet, when she did her wrist light flicked off. The wind was knocked out of her lungs from the fall, but she quickly looked back towards the Sgt. still in a full panic. The roots were coming down from the canopy and were feeling over the Sgt.'s helmet light. They looked like bugs trying to swarm a light during a hot summer night. First one, then two, then three roots came from the canopy to investigate the strange light, paying no mind to the still impaled head of the Sgt. dangling from the first root still, lifeless.  After a few sounds of regaining her composure she slowly began to crawl backwards away from the horrific show of roots playing with the corpse like a puppeteer still learning how the strings work on his toy.  Before she could crawl far she noticed the roots start to glow, it was very faint at first but there was definitely a purple aura emanating from the roots. It started to grow brighter and she could see the glow continue up the roots and into the forest canopy, high above her head. It would have been beautiful had she not been covered in blood and having to hold back panic induced tears from the loss of her guardian.  Sarah began crawling away again, this time slightly faster, eager to get away from this nightmare. Once she made it behind a tree she stood up and pressed her body against the tree to hide her silhouette. Praying this tree wasn't attached to the murderous roots a few feet away. Sarah leaned out from around the tree and saw that the roots had crushed the light on the helmet. She wasn't sure if they wanted the light and had just accidentally broke it through there prodding or if the light bothered them somehow. Before she could think of it further the roots began receding back up into the canopy...with the Sgt. still impaled on the first root. The other roots were wrapping around his body and looked like arms cradling a child, she was already horrified but now she couldn't take anymore. This was her chance with the roots leaving, she made her escape.  She darted towards the direction she was sure the camp was in, she ran with a panicked speed but thankfully remembered her training and slowed down. She needed to watch her surroundings and given how jet black the night was she could barely see where she was going, still too afraid to turn her wrist light on.  After a few seconds off running, or minutes, she wasn't sure given her current mental state, she came to an abrupt stop and froze. In front of her were more glowing roots....but they were connected to something, on the ground this time. An oddly shaped transparent pod was sticking out of a tangled mass of roots squirming on the ground. The pod had a slight green tint to it, but was easily seen through to the inside. Which is the reason she froze. Inside the pod was Shannon, she was lashing out at the pod from the inside, as if trying to escape from her confines. Her efforts appeared to be fruitless as the spongy transparent flesh of the pod would bend to her strikes and blows but not tear.  Shannon looked up at Sarah with the most horrified look Sarah had ever seen on someones face. Was she being digested alive like a Venus flytrap? That was the only logical explanation Sarah could think of in the panic stricken state.  As Shannon looked at Sarah she opened her mouth to scream but was met with whatever else was inside the pod. Sarah couldn't tell but guessed the insides were a liquid substance or some kind of gel from the way it bent and swayed with Shannons frantic movements.  Shannon looked like someone trying to vomit but unable to do so. As she heaved her stomach the pod suddenly shifted, it split open at the top and two roots from the base rose up to the opening. They reached inside the pod and grabbed Shannon around her waist and chest, raising her out of the gel like bath. Once removed from the gel she began coughing up mouthfuls of the gel substance. Her eyes clamped shut as she flexed her stomach trying to expel the foreign substance which came out of her mouth and nose in large thick slimy quantities. Before she could finish the roots laid her down on the mass of squirming roots.  Sarah was paralyzed with fear, she didn't know what to do. She was afraid movement would draw the attention of whatever this creature was. She stood in the same spot unmoving, her mind was blank as she observed everything, but didn't process any of it.  Shannon coughed up another load of the gel onto her already soaked chest. Her jumpsuit was still on her but had the gel inside of it which made it loose and it seemed to slide around her body. The roots changed that, several of the roots split open at the top and a slightly smaller purple shaft came out of the opening and began slithering over Shannons body.  Shannon wasn't much larger than Sarah, but she had more curves to her. Shannon easily weighed more than Sarah, but the weight was all in her hips and ass. The jumpsuit was tight on everyone but especially so Shannon. Her skin was naturally dark from whatever her parents race must have been, she looked Hispanic and white. Sarah had never asked about where she was from. Few people in the fleet enjoyed talking about where they were from or what there parents were since it reminded them of what they had left behind on Earth. As Shannon coughed up the remains of the gel she started screaming. "Sarah you have to help me! Do something please!" Shannon shrieked with desperation. Sarah didn't say anything, she couldn't process the situation and was humming a tune she didn't recognize or even realize at the moment. Her fists were clamped shut to the point her hands were turning white, her entire body was stiff and flexed with panic induced stress.  "Sarah please, you have to hel*!" before she could finish one of the purple shafts thrusted itself into her open mouth with an alarming force.  Shannons eyes rapidly darted around her and then locked onto Sarah, pleading with her eyes for help. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled to breath through what little space she had inside her throat. Her mouth was stretching further and further as the tentacle like shaft continued forward down her throat. It had gone so deep already it had to have reached her stomach.  The tentacles that were squirming under her jumpsuit started ripping it from the inside out, in one sudden movement the mass of tentacles jerked forward and ripped the jumpsuit to a mess of fabric that hung to her body in few places were it didn't tear completely. Her tanned skin reflected the glow from the roots around her with the oil like gel still present on her body. Her breasts and pussy were still covered by black underwear that was soaked in the same liquid as the rest of her. Her blonde hair had come undone from the ponytail long ago and was a sticky mess of hair being pulled this way and that way by passing tentacles as they squirmed around her in some unknown pattern. Shannon instinctively tried to push her legs and arms together to cover her body but she was restrained by the tentacles. As she started to thrash out with the tentacle still penetrating her throat, other tentacles came in and wrapped around her body. One wrapped around her engorged throat that you could slowly see moving from the tentacle inside it pushing it outwards, as it went deeper and deeper inside. The tentacle around her throat squeezed providing pressure opposite its brother inside her throat and Shannon stopped fighting out of complete loss of air. She blinked several times to get the tears of out her eyes but continued staring at Sarah...waiting for her to do something.  The other tentacles wrapped around her legs and forced them open, her feet were buried in the squirming mass beneath her so that from the shin down you couldn't see for all the roots. Her arms were forced underneath her and Sarah couldn't tell if they were inside the mass of roots or just under her body.  Other purple shafts started exploring her almost naked body, feeling over her warm skin that was damp from not only the gel, but the hot jungle air that surrounded them. The sticky substance oozed off her body in several places and fell down into the mass beneath her. One tentacle felt under her bra and wrapped around the center piece before crushing it, causing the bra to split apart. The bra had already been tight against her full breasts and had desperately wanted to open from the stress they put on it. The bra fell away to one side, being suspended on top of the mass of tentacles. The tentacle was joined by another as they began groping her breasts. They first started wrapping around the base of the breast and lightly squeezing as if unsure what the plump orbs were. After growing bored of that, the tentacles split open a second time and several smaller, almost hair like fibers pushed out of the top of the tentacle. These new little fibers began pushing themselves into her breasts, deep into the areolas'. The tentacles started to swell from the base and Sarah could see something being pushed from the bass upwards towards Shannons helpless body to her breasts. The tentacles were pumping something into her breasts.  Both tentacles were in unison with whatever hive mind controlled them and propelled them onwards with the horrific yet almost animalistic task. They pumped several loads of something into Shannons breasts causing them to swell up larger than they already were. Shannon tried to scream from behind a mouthful of tentacle. Her scream was a pathetic shrill cry, it died off quickly as the energy from fighting was quickly fading from her. She was tiring from the physically and mentally daunting ordeal. She continue trying to scream, with each following cry becoming weaker and weaker.  Suddenly her face turned bright red, Shannon started shaking her head back and forth with some renewed vigor and panic.  Sarah couldn't tell what caused the new outburst of energy...but then she saw. Something was pushing out of Shannons black panties. The tentacle in her mouth had slowly, carefully, explored her body and found its way out. It ripped through her panties from the inside, the purple tip slowly pushing them until they turned to ribbons of fabric like her jumpsuit which still clung to her wet body in places. The tentacle slowly oozed out of her asshole with a fluid like motion. It looked around carefully even though it had no eyes, assessing its surroundings and new discovery. Then it slowly retracted back inside of Shannons ass. Her thick ass was propped up with more tentacles to raise it slightly higher than her chest. More tentacles began slithering to the new found orifices. Eager to explore and plunder whatever was inside of her tight, firm, wet, body.  Shannon was twisting her body left and right, trying anything she could to escape her captors torment. As the tentacles neared her unguarded ass and pussy she fought harder, but it was to no avail. Her captor was limitless in the amount of roots and tentacles it could throw at her, moving her in whatever position it needed to best reach whatever it wanted. She was helpless and defeated, her fight was that of a wild animal trapped by a predator. Instinct refused to let her go quietly, so she tried. Her weak voice was no longer screaming, but sobbing. Deep guttural sobs of pain and fear.  The tentacles had reached there mark and began there assault on her tight, unfortunate holes. Her pussy was met with one, then two, then three tentacles. That slowly and gradually feed themselves into her body. Her ass was met with a single larger tentacle that stuffed itself into her. It was met with too much resistance so it began to excrete more of the gel that covered her body. As it self lubed itself it slipped inside of her with a wet sound. The loud pop, drew Sarah's attention to the overture of noises. The tentacles rumbled with a gurgling sound like a boot stuck in a mud pit.  More lumps appeared from the base of the tentacles...they slowly and methodically worked there way down the shafts and towards Shannon. The tentacles never appeared in any hurry or rush. They almost casually took there time with there work, as if this was not the first time they had done it to an unsuspecting victim.  These lumps appeared larger than the ones that went into her breasts. These orbs were oval and looked too large to pass inside of her.  As the tentacles inside of her ass and pussy continued onward inside of her, the one from her mouth slowly retracted.  Shannon worked her sore jaw for a moment before she began crying. "Please Sarah....Kill me! This hurts, please end it!" Shannon cried. Sarah had no way of accomplishing her request. Sarah was sore and stiff from flexing for so long. Her body was taking in quick puffs of air and shaking from the fear. "Sarah you ca!*" Her sentence was caught off again as she started screaming at the top of her lungs. The ovals had reached her ass and pussy. They began stretching her out to fit inside of her tired and worn body.  Just when Sarah though her body would break and tear from the ovals that had to be a foot across at the largest point, Shannons body began to quiver. Her skin around her ass and pussy began to excrete the same gel that was covering her. They had done something to her body and she began to almost sweat the gel. Her ass was the first to stretch, it bent to an inhuman size and allowed the oval passage inside of her.  Then her pussy, the center tentacle was the first in the line of waiting tentacles to unload there cargo inside of her. Sarah wasn't sure how far they all went inside of Shannons body or where they were going, what they were doing or anything for that matter. As Sarah was starring at the horror she heard yelling nearby, it was the camp. She heard men's voices and metal grinding against metal, it sounded like the combat drones moving. She needed to get help, to alert them. Just then she felt something on her foot....A root.

Chapter 1 - Prologue

This chapter is purely to set up the scene, I find understanding what's going on really adds to the final product when you actually feel something for the person in torment...or whatever else may be done to them.  Sweat ran down her brow and slowly found its way into her eyes. She blinked several times to regain her vision, not willing to use her hands to wipe it from her face for fear of being caught off guard. The hot humid weather caused every inch of her body to become drenched in sweat and would have been miserable had she the time to think about it. Her jumpsuit was tight against her skin and did its best to absorb the moisture, but it was of no use. Even the jumpsuit was slick and sliding against her skin. Her bra was digging into her back from the angle she was kneeling and was pressed tight against her breasts, causing them to raise up against her jumpsuit and make her uncomfortable. She desperately wanted to shift her weight and relieve her chest from the pain, but had other issues to deal with before that could be addressed.  Had the weather and clothing been her only adversaries this night she would have considered herself lucky, unfortunately for her this planet had more than dense jungles of sweltering canopies to contend with.  Her arms started to shake as the weight of her rifle started to grow from fatigue. It was becoming unbearable to hold it upright with the butt stock clamped into her shoulder, she had to remind herself to relax and not continue flexing her arms out of stress.  A loud crash thundered through the dense green and purple alien jungle flora. She flinched and swung to meet the noise with her rifle, her finger was pressed against the trigger with anticipation for whatever was out there.  Mission Briefing  (See page 4 for equipment designation) YEAR-3046 - 7th Quadrant calendar - August 12th United Exploration Services (UES) 7th Fleet - 23rd Exploration Ground Team  Research Section-Unit Designation- (Blue 4) Remember your Unit Designation, while on the ground you are tasked with collecting specimens currently unknown to the UES that may have beneficial properties. Specimens are to be analyzed on the ground in three categories. Long term use: Specimen has no immediately obvious use, but shows potential for use in (Insert field). Short term use: Specimen has immediate use in (insert field) Danger: The risk the specimen poses to the three categories Ground team, Research ship it is designated to, and human species hazard. Only designate a specimen as human species hazard if it poses a risk to the species as a whole. Be it biological hazard, hostile organism, or other unknown hazard.  Your duties are critical in not only keeping the Fleet secure, but potentially expanding our resources and development in all fields. Remember your training while on the ground and under no circumstances are you to bring back potentially hazardous materials no matter how beneficial to the fleet without superior authorization.  You are placed into Blue squad and under the leadership of Captain First Class Harkins. (See page 6 for further leadership order) Mission time is estimated to be between 2-3 weeks depending on atmospheric weather and disturbances.  Prepare for the unknown, we intend to send you into chaos, this could be a haven, or a hell. Prepare your affairs accordingly.  "What the fuck is this, they spend so much time training us for only 2-3 weeks on the ground? What a waste of resources and time!"  Sarah glanced at the Corporal who had just finished reading his orders. He furrowed his brow and threw the tablet on a table he was sitting in front of. She could tell he was more nervous than he was letting on, he acted upset about the time, but she knew the truth. He, like everyone else was relieved it was so short. This would be Blue teams first ground mission and no one knew what to expect. They had spent years preparing for this in simulations, classes, drills, everything the human species could think of to prepare them...But it didn't matter, humans fear the unknown and nothing was more unknown than new unexplored planets.  The stories about the other ground teams didn't help matters, while humanity was colonizing worlds it was at a steep cost. Several ground teams had been lost and many were simply unaccounted for and never found. Ones that were found were usually in pieces, from either harsh weather and natural occurrences that swallowed them up into the planet itself or they became part of the local food chain. Something that lingered on everyone's mind. Sarah stood up and was walking back to her room when a Sergeant half jogged and walked over to her.  "Hey, you're one of the Docs for the ground op tomorrow right?" He was young, flustered and obviously uncomfortable. Sarah could see the other Marines he had been sitting with watching closely as he was talking to her.  "Yeah, well not really a Doc. like the Medics you use, but I have a PHD in Xeno Biology, if that counts?"  "So, what do you know about this planet that they arnt telling us? I feel like they probably know more than they're letting on?" He shifted his weight and rubbed his hands together, trying to balance looking brave to one of the few females onboard a carrier and also being nervous about becoming somethings lunch tomorrow was no easy task.   "We're in the same ship going down there, trust me if I knew something you didn't I'd tell you. I don't have any desire to make a mistake our first drop" She canted her body at an angle to hopefully drop the hint that she wanted to leave. "Alright, well..If you need anything lemme know, I'm Sgt. Ridgeway. It's always nice to have a pretty face to help mix things up around here" He smiled.  Sarah smiled back and thanked him before turning around and heading back to her room. Just what the hell does he mean to mix things up around here? She had spent years in college and different schools preparing for this mission and had her fair share of guys flirting and making passes. However, nothing compared to the obvious testosterone male competitions she had seen these last few months onboard the Carrier ship. Everywhere she went on the ship the Marines were watching her and the other female crew. Its not unusual she thought, given how young most of them are. Still, the obvious chest pounding was a little ridiculous when they start trying to help her or act tough.  Humanity it colonizing the stars and we still haven't made it past typical male hormones...ung. Sarah wasn't the prettiest girl back on Earth, but she had a certain charm about her. She kept to herself and tried to be independent so she wouldn't bother anyone or be a weight to the team. This usually made her standoffish and seem shy and while she was shy it wasn't to the degree people usually judged her at.  On the Carrier she was definitely the center of attention however. Her hair had to be kept in a ponytail which was a fair trade given the other option was to cut it off, but her brown hair still had a shine about it that accentuate her petite face and body perfectly. She was short by normal standards but given the hormone enhanced troops onboard the carrier her height was made considerably more noticeable. Her body had curves, but from the years of Physical Training she had to endure for this assignment those curves were lean and toned, except for her ass which was naturally larger than her hips regardless of the amount of training she devoted to making them firm. She tried not to get too big an ego when thinking about how the men onboard stared at her. She didn't normally like this kind of attention, but it was nice to be noticed at least...maybe not by so many though.  Her blue eyes would have been considered breathtaking had it not been a gene splicing incident centuries ago where the United Nation's attempted to make the human genome more resistant to radiation but ended up causing the majority of the population to end up with blue eyes and the inability to taste garlic, but that wasn't an issue compared to the billions of dollars of research wasted.  Sarah made it back to her room and studied over the little information she had over the planet they would call home tomorrow. She wanted to call her father and tell him how scared she was, but knew that was impossible given how far away they were from a relay station. She was terrified and didn't even know anyone on board well enough to confide in them. Even though she knew they had to be just as worried as she was. She pushed these thoughts aside and focused on studying the planet. This was how she got through the University and reached her PHD, ignoring emotions and grinding out her work. Being born into a wealthy family gave her plenty of opportunities and she tried to take advantage of every one so as to impress her father and not be a disappointment. Studying, research, mind over matter to solve problems was her way and it would work for this problem too.....she hoped... H4-D6, H for the number of habitable planets that required no equipment for humans to live in the atmosphere. This was only the fourth, so pressure was up to make this planet work for another colony. The D was the danger level, it went up to 20, but was never set in stone until after the first few ground teams landed. The 6 was purely was the drones had discovered when they went down to the ground. The danger was a few hostile organisms, similar to Earths Tigers, bears, etc. Ultimately 6 was not bad, given that Earth was classified at a 14 given the crime and biological hazards developing. She just hoped the planet stayed a 6 and they didn't find a reason to raise the number.  "10 seconds until drop, brace!" The sound of metal grinding against metal filled the drop-pod compartment, the overhead clamps on the pod were detaching and about to release the pod from the ship.  Shit, shit, shit, shit! Sarah couldn't think about anything else other than the screeching metal sound. She tried to find her 'happy place' and think about something else, but her attempt was quickly silenced. "HELL YEAH! Lets do this already, I love roller coasters!" Yelled one of the Marines sitting on another row in front of Sarah. Next to Sarah were other members of the Science team and they all were much less enthusiastic about the circumstances they were in.  A loud pop signaled the release and everyone's stomach was suddenly pressed into there throat from the centrifugal force. No was was cheering anymore, everyone was clenching there stomachs to avoid throwing up or passing out.  I could have just stayed on the fucking research ship! Why did I think the ground team would be exciting! Her thoughts were once again cut short as the pods thrusters kicked on and slowed the descent with a hard kick that pressed everyone down in there seats. About a minute passed before the pod touched down, but Sarah would have swore it was longer.  The last thud and dying whirring out of thrusters signaled landfall. The Marines were the first up and started shuffling to the ramp that was slowly lowering, the rest of the crew were much slower to raise up, some crew looked permanently attached to the seats they were in.  As the ramp lowered the pods compartment was filled with a hot, humid, sticky air. It was the kind of air that makes you uncomfortable no matter how hard you try not to think about it. The silver lining was the sunlight. Sarah involuntary held her breath as the sun filled the front of the compartment. She finally raised completely out of her seat and had new motivation to get out of the pod. She hadn't seen the sun in years and while her skin was naturally darker than most it was still pale since even back on Earth sunlight was a rare sight. She walked slowly behind the rest of the crew to reach the ramp that was know completely lowered, the Marines had started setting up a perimeter around the pod, while the rest of the crew slowly took in the surroundings.  Sarah took a deep breath of the hot air, while uncomfortable it was fresh and not recycled like in space. She had forgotten how much she loved being on the ground. While in University she was so excited to leave Earth and get on a ship, but quickly found it dull and boring. The gray color of every floor, wall, and ceiling quickly becoming mentally taxing.  Occasionally when trying to sleep she would think back to the times her and her family would travel to one of the lakes still safe to swim in. They had artificial sunlight from drones above the lakes to simulate it before the atmosphere was too thick for substantial sunlight to pierce its cloak. She had loved those trips and thought it was beautiful and always loved hearing the stories and watching videos of Earth when the sun was still visible.  This however, was the real thing. Real sun, not even the air on Earth felt this...real. She couldn't believe how it felt, tasted, and smelled. The hot air was making her uncomfortable, but she didn't care right now. She had waited years for this moment, like so many others on board the pod, this was the reward for years of preparing. "Hey! You got weeks to sight see eggheads! lets get this pod set up and do your thing so come nightfall we don't end up as lunch for something!" Sarah grimaced at the young LT barking orders from the bottom of the pods ramp. She had waited her whole life for something like this and while she knew he had a point, she didn't think a few minutes to take it all in would matter. She silently shrugged to herself an stepped off the pod and started helping her colleagues offload the drones that would be needed in setting up the camp.  The ground beneath the pod was burnt and hard from the heat of the thrusters, they had landed in a small area void of plant life to avoid catching a fire to the forest. This also gave them ample line of sight to the treeline should anything want to investigate the new landmark of a drop pod.  The tree lines was a mix of green and purple foliage the resembled the plant life on Earth from years ago when rain forests were common. Sarah was curious if they used sunlight the same way as Earths plants and wanted to go start scanning them, but she knew that wasn't a priority at the moment and tried not to get too excited about actually using her degree. The drop pod held about 75 personnel from Marines to engineers and scientists, everything they would need for the coming weeks here... or so they hoped. After a few hours the engineers had installed sentry sensors near the treeline and the drones had finished constructing a wire fence several yards away from the pod to allow for temporary structures to be set up outside the pod and an added layer of defense. The wires were thick composite material that were specifically designed to shock and burn anything that touched them. The best option for a temporary wall they had come up with in the research and development, but still lacked the safe feeling of a solid wall that wasn't see through. Sarah was helping the rest of the science team get the equipment out of the pod and ready for tomorrows expedition when Jessica stopped her. "Hey one of the engineer teams needs help getting a sentry to work right, apparently its acting like its getting interference from a tree and they need some help. Think you can give them a hand?" Sarah quickly gathered her utility belt with everything she would need and tried not to sound excited when she exclaimed yes, it was a poor attempt. "The damn thing is acting like the tree has an energy current going through it and it keeps shorting out, you know what this is?" One of the engineers asked. Sarah knelt down in the soft purple and green moss blanket that covered the forest floor.  "Frankly no I don't, but no one does. That's kinda why we're here." She wasn't paying attention to her tone and sounded a little more insulting than she had meant.  "Aight, fine. Do your thing, but that sensor HAS to go there for the sentry to be complete, without it this whole sector won't be on the grid properly for observations." He trudged off to finish his other work. Sarah didn't even hear him, being too engrossed in scanning the tree. She was laying out her tools and examining her data pad for the results the initial exterior scan had found.  For several minutes she examined the tree and didn't even notice how quiet everything was. The drones went back into the pod after finishing the wall and with them gone the whole area was silent. Not even crew was talking, everyone being too busy in there respective tasks. Sarah looked up from her work and noticed how eerie it all was. Everyone was excited, but terrified, they didn't belong here and if something was out there they would have heard the pod. The initial excitement was starting to wear off and it was sinking in that they were alone here. Support from the Orbiting carrier was possible, but extraction would be difficult should something go wrong. The Marines normal banter insulting each other was gone, the scientists arguing to each other about how to do something  was gone, the engineer group was split up doing so many tasks they probably didn't have time to talk anyway. Still, Sarah thought, this feels strange.  Sarah continued working on getting the sensor to work properly in the ground next to the tree for several more hours before being interrupted. "Hey we gotta close her down, starting to get late." Yelled one of the LT's. "The sensor still isn't reading properly, I need more time."  "We can fix it tomorrow, we're gonna have double security tonight anyway so the sensor won't be needed with this many eyes on the perimeter." Sarah shrugged and regretted spending so much time on the sensor and not the tree itself. She resigned herself and decided she'd have plenty of time to investigate the tree tomorrow....

Chapter 1 - Morning

The pale draenei sighed softly as she turned to the harvest reaper, “I think I'll miss you most of all.”Before Ivinara could turn to wave goodbye to the Tol'vir man and the rest of the gang, the earth shook and the sky grew dark. Her companions fled into the large crystal palace of Argus so only the warrior was left to stare in awe of the approaching mass. It was as if another world was colliding with her own. As she looked into the distance, two great mountains descended from the clouds, their rigid peaks scraping along the land as they moved ever closer to the warrior. Ivinara felt no fear, she knew this was where she belonged, and as the mountain made contact with her body she was engulfed in...supple, blue warmth.  Ivinara's eyes flew open as she was jerked to the waking world. All she could see was darkness, not only because it was still early morning but because someone was trying to smother her, and she had a pretty good idea who it was. Her rough hands lifted up, grabbing at the person straddling her, until she found what she was looking for. All ten powerful fingers wrapped around the blue tail, giving it a firm tug which elicited a gasp from her assailant. The pull on her tail had caused the mage to fall back, removing her ample chest from the warrior's face so she could vaguely make out Henii's features in the light of the early morning.  “Well good morning, Henster.” Ivinara cracked a grin as her hands moved from the mage's tail, roaming upwards to give the curvy backside a squeeze before sliding to Henii's hips so she could take a firm grip. Before her friend could respond, the pale draenei pulled the Exarch down and rolled to the side to switch their positions. With Ivinara now atop the smaller draenei, she craned her head down to press her lips to their plush, painted counterparts. As the mouths met they each parted so their tongues could dance with one another. Pressing deeper into the embrace, Ivinara reached back to pull the covers over them. They would break another bed, but Henii could afford it.  Several climaxes and a cracked headboard later, the warrior cried out in pleasure.“Oh Light!” The pale draenei let out a content sigh as she fell to the bed to lay next to the mage. She panted softly as one of her powerful arms rested on Henii's large blue chest. “Amazing as always, Henster.” She planted a kiss on her lover's cheek before sliding out of bed. “I'm going out for breakfast. Try to get a little sleep and I'll bring you something back.” The mage nodded, but before she could speak Ivinara was clothed and out the door.  As Ivinara stepped onto the cobble street of Stormwind, the first rays of sun were making their way over the mountains around the city. Henii lived in the Mage Quarter so the Blue Recluse would be the the closest place to grab a bite. Even at this early hour, the district was bustling. Business owners making their way to their arcane shops, mages heading toward the tower in the center of the Quarter, while others went for breakfast like the warrior. No matter why they were out, almost everyone she passed eyed the warrior and for good reason. Ivinara was quite the sight to see. Tall even for a draenei, horns covered in nicks sprouting from beneath her messy brown hair and curving back. Her pale body was toned, though not lacking in curves, and covered in a plethora of scars, both old and new, that blended into her alabaster skin. Though the draenei's most notable feature was her modesty, or lack thereof.  This day's attire was like most. Knit pants, gray and clinging to her strong legs, and for a top a simple white shirt which hung loosely around her chest in order to expose as much cleavage as possible and stopped just below her chest in order to show off her chiseled middle. In the cool morning air, her gray nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top, causing more than a few blushes and blatant stares. Outside the Blue Recluse, one man in particular stared at the outline of her pert nipples. Ivinara didn't mind, she never did, only chuckling softly and giving a wink to the onlooker.  She stepped into the bar and made her way to the deserted upstairs, picking a table in the corner. A waitress was up before too long to take her order. Twelve eggs, five slices of ham, and a mug of stout, like always. Her food arrived quickly and was devoured just as fast. As the last bite of ham slid down her throat, she leaned back in the chair and waited for the waitress to take her payment. It didn't take long for that to happen.  Ivinara reached into her pockets only to come out empty handed. She let out an over dramatic sigh with words to match. “Oh no, seems I've forgot my coin purse again. Is there any other way I can pay?” She grinned at the girl, but the latter didn't seem very amused.  The waitress just sighed and crossed her arms beneath her modest bust. “Honestly, Ivi? This is the third time this week alone. If you keep doing this, the boss is going to find out and screech at me.” The waitress was nothing compared to the busty blue mage Ivinara preferred, but the girl was nothing to look over either. She was average height for a human with wide hips and supple thighs. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a tight bun, a few strands falling in her face to obscure her bright blue eyes.  The warrior shot back. “Let's be honest, if it's happened this many times it probably isn't going to stop any time soon.” She grinned up at the waitress as she grabbed the girl's wrist. With a firm tug, Ivinara had the human in her lap, the waitress's back pressed resting against the draenei's chest.  “C-come on, Ivi, the breakfast crowd is going to be coming in soon.” The words left the girl's mouth as a whisper and a blush began to cover her cheeks. The warrior worked fast, her right hand already down the human's skirt while the draenei's left arm wrapped around the server girl's middle to hold her in place.  Despite Ivinara's forwardness this was anything but forced. Several weeks ago, the draenei had come in for breakfast dressed just as she was today and Amelia, the waitress, had been caught staring at the pale cleavage. When the warrior saw an opportunity like that she always seized it. Just like that day, now Ivinara's hands were roaming the human's body, one slid up her shirt and the other dipped between her thighs. Rough, pale fingers rubbed along Amelia's covered neithers, hid only by simple, white cotton panties.  “I always pay you for the meal in the end and we've never been caught, besides...” The draenei pressed her fingers to the damp spot on Amelia's panties, rubbing the folds beneath. “...you always enjoy yourself.”  By now Ivinara had the human's top over her head, the waitress’s chest covered only by a white bra that matched her underwear. It wasn't Henii's generous bust, Ivi guessed the human for a B-cup, but it would do. The pale hand worked it's way under the left cup of the bra so she could grip Amelia's breast, its pink nipple pressed firmly into the alabaster palm. The warrior's powerful fingers splayed out across the supple mound, gently kneading it.  Beneath the girl's skirt, Ivinara's other hand tugged the cotton panties to the side. As the digits met Amelia's damp folds the girl sucked in her breath. Ivinara just snickered and began to slowly rub along the waitress's honey soaked petals. “Quiet. Don't want to get caught.” For now, the upper level was still deserted but below the pair a crowd was beginning to trickle into the bar.  Several more minutes passed as the human wiggled in Ivinara's lap. With the tables in the lower level beginning to fill up, the draenei knew she was running out of time. The warrior slid her fingers up Amelia's cunny, parting her nether lips to find the woman's clit. She pressed a single finger down on the sensitive pearl, eliciting a sharp whine from the girl which was luckily masked by the noise from downstairs.  The waitress leaned back and tilted her head to press her mouth against the draenei's ear. “By the gods, Ivi, don't make me wait any longer!” Her words came out as an urgent whisper, warm breath rolling against the draenei's pale skin. The warrior grinned wide and nodded, not wanting to disappoint. Her rough finger began rubbing the serving girl's clit, starting with wide slow circles, each rotation becoming smaller and faster. Before long, the waitress let loose a strangled gasp and fell limp against the draenei.  Ivinara laughed softly. “We're really going to have to meet up sometime when I don't have to rush.” The draenei stood, lifting up the waitress and setting her down on the edge of the table. She handed Amelia's shirt back and placed payment for the meal on the tabletop. With a small wave, she turned and nonchalantly headed down the stairs. Breakfast had been good, but now she was hoping to get some release of her own now. The day had just begun though, she still had to stop by the forge to pick up her armor, meet Henii for lunch, and had scheduled a few matches at the brawler's club later that night; all of which provided plenty of opportunities for the climax she so desperately craved now.   

Chapter 0 - Friends with Benefits

Elmire hadn't complained about her life in years, not since she met Nikoh, but each time she met up with Rhaala and the monk showed off another piece of fantastic draenei technology, she wished a little more that she'd been born a draenei. The holo-games especially made her jealous of her friend. “Is called Orc Blasters. Try guess what about.” Rhaala grinned as she plopped down on Elmire's couch.  The lithe draenei wore a loose black tank top and jean shorts that barely covered her long, ivory legs. She propped her hooves up on the simple coffee table in front of her. “Well, I don't think you'd bring a game where you play as an orc so I'm gonna say we blast orcs?” Ellie smirked as she sat down next to her friend. She couldn't help but notice the draenei eyeing her chest through the simple blue t-shirt she wore. “Ding ding! Is good guess!” Rhaala leaned forward to insert a jagged, orange crystal into the holo-game module. The draenic device chimed softly, not unlike a Naaru, before projecting the game onto the wall ahead of them. “Have highest score in Eastern Kingdoms. Only been out two weeks and already pro!” Ellie giggled at her friend as she took one of the crystals that served as a controller. “Well, if there's one thing I'm good at it's blasting orcs, so prepare to go down, Lala.” She grinned to the draenei and pointed the crystal at the projection. It. Was. On. Hours passed. Snacks were consumed. Curses, both common and draenic, were shouted. The score was tied when Rhaala finally lost her last life. “Nooooo!” Rhaala threw her head back and howled in frustration as she hurled her crystal to the floor. Elmire barely paid her friend any mind as she focused. The orcs were moving at blinding speeds now, their artillery harder and harder to dodge. Just one more blasted orc and she'd claim her victory. She saw a perfect opportunity, aimed her crystal, and...her vision was suddenly filled with Rhaala's small chest, her aim was off, and she heard the sound of a game over. “Oh well! Looks like tie!” The draenei was now topless and straddling her lap, giggling madly and all too satisfied with her dastardly move. “Hey! I was about to win! That's, uh, that's...” Elmire stared at the petite, pale mounds shoved into her face. “That's, you know, not fair and stuff.” She could feel her cheeks burn from the soft blush that was now covering them. “I want a rematch...later.” “Ya ya ya, much later though.” The monk continued to giggle as her swift hands worked Elmire's shirt off, revealing the bra-less chest beneath. The human's rosy nipples pressed firmly against the monk's pale skin as she leaned in for a tight hug. Ellie's arms instinctively lifted up to slip around her friend and return the hug. It had been months, almost a year, since Nikoh had allowed her to spend time like this with Rhaala, but she still wasn't used to the monk's body suddenly being exposed. Of course, she'd never complain about it either. Her soft fingertips slowly trailed along Rhaala's spine, causing the draenei to shiver softly.  “Y-you know, Nikki will be home in a couple hours. She's kind of like your aunt, right? I don't think she'd want to see you like this.”  The monk suddenly shifted her weight, twisting Ellie and knocking her onto her back so they laid across the couch. “Am not caring right now.” Rhaala was short for a draenei, but her monk training meant she had no problems handling the human however she wanted. She just grinned down at her friend and Ellie couldn't help but grin back. Elmire's lips started to open in response but she found herself at a loss for words as Rhaala began to remove her pants. She was completely naked before she knew it and Rhaala wasn't far behind. Her cheeks were burning brighter now that clothes had been taken out of the equation. Her mind raced. Would Nikoh mind if she walked in on them like this? Maybe she'd join in? Not likely, but she was already entertaining the delightful thought when she suddenly felt something wriggling between her legs. The human's nethers grew slick with arousal as Rhaala's tail gently rubbed along her folds. Rhaala controlled the long appendage with an ease that never failed to impress Elmire. Its tip curled to circle Elmire's entrance, causing her to shift with anticipation below the monk. She gently chewed on her lower lip as she tried to slide down, to force the tail inside of her. Rhaala was quick though and pulled away to deny Elmire each time. “So eager Ellie. Could make you beg like Nikki does.” A devilish grin crept across Rhaala's cheeks as she watched Elmire's blush spread to her ears. “Kidding, kidding.”  A pleased groan caught in Ellie's throat as the tail suddenly pushed forward, to slide easily between the velvety walls and fill her thoroughly. She tried to look up at the draenei, but her eyes slowly fluttered to a close. The rest of Rhaala's body barely moved as she pumped the tail quickly, filling the room with the soft wet sound of their fun. The monk knew her body all too well, the appendage twisted and shifted to hit her most sensitive spots.  Her walls began to flex around the tail, but her wetness allowed it to continue to move with little resistance. Streams of arousal flowed down the length as Rhaala picked up the pace, droplets splashing onto each of the girls' thighs. Occasional groans of pleasure slowly turned into a steady panting. Ellie's arms stayed wrapped around her friend to hold her close so she could work her hips against the tail.  Rhaala's head craned down to kiss the crook of Elmire's neck as she dipped a hand down between them. The monk easily held herself up with one arm as her slender fingers found the human's clit; two pinched the swollen pearl gently and began to roll it between her fingertips. The added stimulation was all it took to push Ellie over the edge. Her jagged nails dug into the draenei's back to slowly scrape down as she pulled Rhaala as close as possible. Ellie's lips parted for a strangled moan of pleasure that just barely squeaked out. Small waves of her arousal splashed out around the tail's girth as it drilled quickly into her to help her ride out the climax.  Eventually, Ellie's breathing returned to normal, but the tail never pulled back. Instead the appendage occasionally twitched, pushing against the human's overstimulated walls and causing her to jump lightly. Her eyes slowly cracked open to grin up at her friend just as Rhaala wrapped both arms around her again and rolled them off the couch into the small space between it and the coffee table.  It. Was. On. Again.

Chapter 1 - The Bangening

They had been at it for almost two hours, but Henii never showed any sign of stopping. I guess she's picked up some of my stamina. Their latest round began with a toy strapped onto Ivinara's pelvis and Henii being thrown onto the nearest piece of sturdy furniture. Her gaze fell down to the mage - bent over the table in front of her and panting like worg. She's almost there. Though Ivi wasn't receiving any physical pleasure of her own, her expression made it clear she was enjoying it nonetheless.Her grin widened as she leaned over the smaller draenei - pale breasts sticking to the sweaty blue back - so she could bite down roughly on Henii's shoulder. Her hips began to buck faster, filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh along with a wet squelching from the toy parting the mage's dripping folds. This should drive her crazy. Henii began to squirm beneath the powerful warrior and each of her breaths was cut short by a needy whine. Ivinara knew her wife too well. Just as the mage was approaching climax, Ivi suddenly pulled her hips back and the toy threatened to slip from Henii's nethers. She released the blue shoulder from between her teeth and whispered lovingly into the pointed ear."Beg for it."Henii's cheeks flushed a dark blue as she cut her head to look the warrior in the eyes. "P-please..." She could barely speak past her high pitched whines and she desperately tried to push her hips back, trying to get the fake cock back inside of her, but Ivi's powerful grip stopped her. "Light, Ivi, please!"Ivinara kissed the bite mark on on her love's shoulder and slammed her hips forward, causing the table Henii was leaning on to nearly topple over. The pale hands tightened almost painfully around Henii's hips as the two began to fuck again. Before long, a cry of ecstasy caught in the mage's throat and her entire body tensed up as she reached an orgasm.Ivi continued to slowly pump the toy into her wife, allowing the woman to ride out her climax to its fullest, until eventually Henii's body grew limp. She wrapped her powerfal arms around her wife and picked the mage up so she could move to their bedroom.She would let Henii rest, but only for a moment, and then their night of pleasure would continue.

Chapter 1 - 1

“No, I already told you. It’s not that you’re not needed. It’s just…” Carth trailed off. “Look, Carth.” Revan said, as patiently as he could. “I am not Admiral Saul. If I wanted you dead, or planned to betray you, I’d have done so already.” Carth looked Revan in the eyes. “Yeah, maybe… but…” Carth was interrupted as Revan put a finger on Carth’s lips. “Shh… We’re on the same side here. Let me prove it.” Revan said, stepping closer to Carth. Revan planted his lips on Carth’s and prodded his tongue at Carth’s lips. Carth’s eyes widened and he gasped; and as he did so, Revan forced his tongue inside his mouth. Carth squirmed a little, and then closed his eyes and relaxed. Revan broke the kiss. Carth opened his eyes. “Did you enjoy? Do you want me to go further?” Carth wimpered a little. “…Yes…” Carth said embarrassed. Revan chuckled wryly. “Don’t worry Carth. Just sit back and enjoy it.” Revan said reassuringly. Revan stepped closer still to Carth. Revan began kissing Carth’s neck gently while he stroked up and down on the bulge in Carth’s pants. Revan suddenly kneeled, scrambling eagerly to drop Carth’s pant. As Carth watched Revan’s excitement in getting to business, he became aroused, letting out a quiet moan or two. Revan finally pulled the pulsing hard member free from Carth’s pants. Revan stroked it a little, and then quickly buried it in his mouth. Revan let it sit in his mouth for a minute, sucking hard and savoring the musky taste. Carth accidentally moaned loudly, and then said: “Ohhhhh…. Fuck, Revan…” his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Revan started bobbing his head up and down, letting Carth’s cockhead hit the back of his throat. Revan took it out of his mouth for a second and licked the tip a few times, gave it a few strokes, and then buried it inside his inviting mouth again. Revan gently chewed a little, and then buried Carth’s 7 inch dick inside his mouth and throat. “R--…Revan…!” Carth stuttered. “I—I’m… I’m going to…” Carth was unable to finish what he was saying as Revan quickly made him orgasm by sucking as hard as he could. Carth came all over the inside of Revan mouth, and with four loud gulps, the sticky goo was gone without a trace from Revan’s mouth. Revan then began cleaning the residue from Carth’s cock. Carth gingerly ran his fingers through Revan’s hair as he did so. Once Revan was finally done, he looked up at Carth and smiled. “Did it feel good… Carth?” Revan asked self-conciously. “Yes, Revan… I loved it…” He said. “I loved it more…” Revan argued. Carth blushed, and with that, Revan turned to walk away. “Hey Revan!” Carth called after him. “Thanks… I owe you one…” Carth said tentatively. “Anytime.” Revan said genuinely, and then walked back to his quarters to wait out the rest of the trip through hyperspace.

Chapter 1 - Saving Conner

Introduction: He hand’t even a name when he was taken from his parents as a young child. At least, not a name which any of the mages knew or that he himself could remember. His parents had been so angry at the Templars who come to take their child away that they didn’t speak a single word. The parents of a child who shows signs of magic have absolutely no choice in the matter – which goes double for the poor, destitute elves of the alienage in Denerim. It was just as well though. Once he became used to the Circle, he quickly became ravenously hungry for knowledge. Knowledge to increase his power. He tore through books in the library – sometimes reading more than two tomes in a single day. History was the first thing he plunged into – and indeed, he was so disciplined and so earnest in his desire to learn that he was apprentice to no one. Instead he had a single mentor who guided him every now and then, making sure he kept away from Blood Magic and various other paths that would lead him to become a maleficar. After more than a year as a student at the Circle of Magi, he chose a name for himself. No longer would the others call him by his nickname “scholar”. Kai. A simple enough name, chosen from the name Kaimenius the Wise, of an ancient elven mage he studied in an old history book. From the age of 14 until his Harrowing at the age of 19, he had a secret relationship with his mentor, Leorah. They spent countless nights together. It was with her that his appetite for… pleasure… began. He was a handsome elf, with dark, shoulder length raven hair and a slight tan to his skin. He was taller than most elves, and from his facial features it was clear he was male, though there was a slight boyish complexion to it. He had an intense tattoo which seemed to gauntlet around right eye, giving him a bit of a threatening look. Kai is an idealist. He is moral and believes in all things good, Maker be praised and all that rubbish. However, above all else he is a strategist – a pragmatist, an opportunist, and a lover with an unquenchable lust and an empty spot in his heart. He is… a practical man. He escaped the Tower once as a youth, simply to venture into the dangerous Brecilian Woods to find an old manual rumored to be buried somewhere amongst a ruin. He managed to be gone a total of three days – sneaking back in as quietly as he had gone. He gave an excuse that he was meditating in the caves beneath the tower. “For three days?” they all asked, knowing it was a lie. Kai would simply nod. The Templars left him alone about it though. He was a good student – plus they noticed he had a new book he was reading and put two and two together. Indeed that manual would prove essential to his path. It was a book detailing how a mage might become an Arcane Warrior. Over months, he excelled at his martial training – building the base for his becoming of an Arcane Warrior. Secretly, Kai also studied Blood Magic, though he never once practiced it in the Tower. He decided he both didn’t want to be killed by the Templars and didn’t want to become an abomination accidentally. He kept that knowledge in storage for a rainy day. After a long, embarrassing and almost life threatening series of events involving his best friend, Jowan, he was recruited by Duncan of the Grey Wardens to fight the Fifth Blight. Eventually he met a truly fascinating apostate in the Kocari Wilds – who had caught his attention and held on – he returned to Ostagar for battle. The folly of Logaine’s betrayal led Kai, Alistair, and the newly recruited Morrigan to Lothering, where Kai met and recruited the lovely chantry sister Leliana and a fearsome qunari named Sten. At Alistair’s suggestion, Kai led his allies to a besieged Redcliffe Village first, where they eventually made it inside the castle to find the Arl’s son possessed by a demon. Being reunited with his old friend Jowan was joyous, though the circumstances weren’t. Once again his Blood Magic was his undoing. Jowan offered to sacrifice Isolde, the Arl’s wife, in order to free her son Conner from the demon. This option was not satisfactory for Kai, as the death of either Isolde, Conner, or the Arl for that matter would greatly weaken the eventual coup he would form against Logaine. He decided to travel to the Circle of Magi to get help. He decided to go… home… He found it in ruins. After countless nightmares – as well as one literal nightmare – the Circle was purged. The mages and templar left were saved, a few dozen Blood Mages dead and a rebellion ended. Kai also picked up a new ally – Wynne, whom he had seen many times before. Now he strode into Redcliffe castle – The Templar Alistair, and the mages Morrigan and Wynne at his back. Queen Isolde and Bann Teagan stood facing First Enchanter Irving, and the other mages he had brought along. Jowan was whimpering quietly to himself between the groups, not feeling he belonged with either. “Ah; there you are.” Irving said at Kai’s approach. “We have brought lyrium, and begun preparations for the ritual. We can start anytime.” “Alright, Irving,” Kai said, his voice soft and sauve. “I’m ready. Let’s begin.” Alistair made a comment of approval. “Very well.” Irving said. “Who will go into the Fade?” “I will, Master Irving.” “Then let us begin forthwith.” --- Kaimenius was plunged into the Fade – a place which he lamented greatly. He calmly threw up his shields and various auras, his heavy armor clanking as he did so. He fought through a few illusions, flinging his heavy two-handed weapon, interspersing his attacks with arcane bolts and using powerful telekinetic spells on stronger opponents. Finally he cornered the demon. She was a desire demon. Slim, muscular, wearing just enough clothing for imagination to be possible… She had horns atop her head and a light pink skin. Her eyes were a dark color, and her fingers and the nails on them were long. It was very evident she was not any sort of human, but instead a demon. It was not hard to tell why she was called a desire demon. “Very well… no more illusions…” She said, her voice in a permanently seductive tone. “Now we meet… face to face… You see my true form, and stand in my domain.” Kai’s eyes narrowed to slits, eying the demon carefully, for more than one reason. “It is here…” she said, her hands sliding down her soft, bare skin sensually. “…I am most powerful.” Her hands found themselves in curious spots. One was cradling a breast lightly, the other slid down towards her nether regions. “And yet I have no wish to engage your power. Nor should you be so eager to engage mine…” Funny, I was feeling quite eager... “Perhaps, we should converse instead?” She offered. Kai laughed quietly to himself. Obviously it was meant to be a trap. The poor demon. The strongest thing about Kai was his will, and if there would be anyone caught in a trap today, it would be the demon. “Speak Demon. I’m listening.” Kai said flatly. “Your goal is to release my control of the boy?” “It is.” “What if I could be persuaded to leave willingly?” “Continue.” “So… you will at least… consider it?” She says, shifting her stance seductively. “Let me make a proposition then: I abandon the boy – for now. But I retain the contract he and I made, and many years from now, I may return and… claim what is mine. This will be long after whatever you want is done. In exchange, I will provide something of value to you… something you desire… What say you?’ Kai smirked slightly. “What would you give me, exactly?” “Hm, I offer much… Power… Knowledge… Pleasure… What is it you desire?” There it was… Kai had won. He grinned, saying “I’ll take pleasure, demon. Show me what you’ve got.” The demon smiled. “Then allow me to show you what it means to touch the face of desire, creature… It is something you shall not… soon… forget…” On command, Kai’s armor vanishes from his being. The demon walks over to Kai. The demon’s breasts press up against his chest. She grabbed his arms lighly, starting to seductively kiss Kai’s lips. Kai’s hands move to the demon’s perfect ass. He squeezes tightly as she pushes her tongue deep into Kai’s mouth. It seemed to grow longer… long enough to wrap around his own tongue. Kai moved a hand to the demon’s pussy. Such warmth emanated from it… it was moist with arousal and desire. He started rubbing her lovingly, and she reached for his hard dick – reciprocating by stroking it up and down sensually. Kai’s dick was about seven inches, though quite thick… They stayed like that for a moment, both enjoying the feeling of the other “petting” them. They continued their kiss, which was the most amazing kiss Kai had ever experienced. He moaned softly, thinking of all she could do with that tongue. As if on queue, the demon probed his mind for his desires, and quickly found what she was looking for. She dropped to her knees, taking Kai’s cock into her mouth. Warm... so warm and wet... This is... Unbelievable... Kai wondered for a moment if he had underestimated her, then dismissed the thought as laughable. The demon sucked hard, her looong tongue wrapping around it then swirling like a maelstrom. Kai came instantly, unleashing a long torrent of his hot cum in her mouth. She stayed still, swallowing every last bit of it. When he was finished, she took it out of her mouth, slowly dragging her lips off his cock, then jacking it lightly to make sure she had milked all of it. The demon reached a hand down to her cunt – she was drenched. “It is lonely here in the Fade…” she said. “There’s no pleasurable company…” “Hence your attempts to break into reality.” Kai said, gesturing to his cock, which was still rock hard. She was taken aback. “You’re… still…” “Hard? That’s the good thing about Arcane Warriors. Hardness is a theme.” He said, chuckling. “You’re a desire demon, aren’t you?” “Yes,” she said. “Well, we had a deal. And I still have desires that haven’t been fulfilled.” “O-of course. We have a contract, after all.” She said, still surprised. She wondered for a moment if she had underestimated him, then dismissed the thought as laughable. She probed the deep recesses of his mind for his desires – noticing he shielded a vast portion of what was in his mind – then set to work. She got down on her hands and knees. Looked back at Kai briefly, she said “I’m yours to do with as you please… Master…” She shivered after saying that last word. Never had she been in a submissive position… which might be why it turned her on so much. Kai started out slow, placing his cock between the demon’s buttcheeks and using them to pleasure himself. Once he had leaked a generous amount of precum, he placed his dick at her ass hole. He tried to push in once, but it was simply too thick – even with lubrication. He couldn’t help but noticed she didn’t so much as wince when he tried to enter. Sensing his question, she spoke, “I am a demon of desire. I exist to make desires come true. My physical form exists for no purpose but pleasure.” Hearing that, Kai’s mind raced as he though of the possibilities. Then he snickered. It would be a long time before he was done with her, if that was the case…

Chapter 2 - Reception

All the many visits had become tiresome. The empty words of pandering foreigners might have tasted sweet leaving their deceitful lips, but it was only rancid and sour in Ambassador Aeliel’s mouth. It gave way to malicious poison in her mind as she thought on how to pull truth from them in the future. With the next emissary’s arrival, however, her attention was piqued. It was a creature she had never seen before, but only heard about. The Valaur were a strange people, and happened to be a serious and respected power in the west, where Dark Elf influence is minimal. The Valaur were not vassals, nor allies, nor natives as all the other foreigners had been. Those folk had come to pay homage because at some point they had either submitted—or been forced to submit to—the Master’s will. But the Valaur… they had not. In fact, there had only ever been very little contact between Dark Elves in the east and the Valaur in the west. Imagine what praise Aeliel could earn from the Master if she could forge an alliance with the powerful Valaur right here and now, and spare the legions the trouble later. This was the first time she had ever seen a Valaur. It was of a bestial appearance, and nearly a fourth as tall as Aeliel. It possessed four arms with four digits each, and stood on two hoofed legs, but looked as if it might be more comfortable if it stood on all limbs rather than upright. Its bulk was massive and hulking with muscle. Its head was a monolithic, reptilian structure with no discernible neck between  the two sets of broad shoulders and the monstrous head. Large, somewhat sharp teeth protruded from its maw, just below bulbous eyes of oppressive black nothingness. The creature was nude and didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons or other items. Aeliel could not tell if it was male or female, but she could tell that it was probably strong as a titan. No wonder the westerners claimed the Valaur were such great warriors—they looked literally built for war. The Valaur didn’t speak, it only seemed to stare at her unmoving. After a brief silence, she gave it a formal greeting, to which it gave no vocal response. Aeliel sat in her seat behind her granite desk thoughtfully gazing at him. Finally she stood and came around the table, leaning back against it and crossing her arms. “Do you have words to offer me, or gestures perhaps?” she asked, to no avail. “For what purpose do you come?” The Valaur cocked its head to one side, and if curious or something like. It was staring at her still, but somehow the gaze now seemed different. The dark orbs that were its eyes had no definition of pupils, so she couldn’t tell where exactly it was looking… though her elven intuition gave her some idea. As she let her sixth sense take over, she could feel his eyes all over her. Across her breasts, down her abdomen, over her hips, down her legs… back up to her face, her lips and eyes, then back downwards again… this time lingering. Suddenly, Aeliel noticed the Valaur’s crotch. A massive erection was growing there, evidently out of some internal sheath or something as such. She watched fascinatedly as it grew to its limit. It had an equine look, and must have been three quarters the length of her own arm and thicker too! She realized, belatedly, that she was drooling. She pressed her lips together as her face flushed scarlet. She glanced behind him at the door, and was relieved to find that it was indeed shut tight. The Valaur put one of his arms out, proffering a hand. This creature looked so strange and animalistic, but just that simple gesture made him seem more familiar. Heart pounding, thoughts swimming in a thousand different directions, she stepped timidly forward and took the four-digit hand. He pulled Aeliel towards him at looked down at her. His jaw moved subtly as he licked his lips and blinked twice. While one hand still held her’s firmly, another took hold of her tabard, while another was placed on her cheek, and the final one ran up and down the length of his huge phallus. He pulled her tabard off with one swift movement—Aeliel watched with mixed feelings as the sacred Royal Crest of the Master emblazoned upon it crumpled and fell to the floor. The Valaur unfastened the lacings on the upper part of her tunic, opening the front to bare her breasts. Her puffy violet nipples were hard much to her own surprise. The Valaur leaned forward to wrap his giant mouth around a nipple and breast—his thick and lengthy forked tongue brushed against her skin. She gasped, losing her breath at the sensation. The tongue circled her areola a few times, then wrapped around her small nipple and squeezed. Aeliel let out a soft moan despite herself. This was not exactly what she had been expecting, but… Abruptly, his mouth left her breast, and she found herself disappointed. A hand took its place, fondling the orb, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple experimentally. His other right hand was on her ass now, squeezing wantonly. His lower left hand was prodding gently at her lower lips, probing innocently, while his upper left hand took her cheek again. He pulled her closer to him until their bodies touched. Aeliel moaned beneath his many and varied ministrations as she felt the firmness and warmth of his body against her own. The great heaving of his breath, the strong beat of his heart, the hardness of his mammoth member now pressing against her abs. He stroked her cheek as he stared into her face, then he let his tongue slip from his maw. It seemed to slither towards her until it probed at her perfect lips, and suddenly she realized what the Valaur intended. A kiss…? No, she would draw the line there with this beast— But he forced his tongue through her lips and into her mouth. For a few moments she felt violated. Her eyes were wide and she squirmed and grunted—but she had expected it to be vile… it wasn’t. The Valaur’s tongue tasted sweet like Malayvian honey. She relaxed then and let her jaw lay loose for him to do as he please. Such a sweet taste… before long she found herself sucking on the forked tongue that was a moment ago an intruder. That seemed to please the beast greatly. His eyes blinked slowly as if in bliss, and the ministrations of his four hands all became slower, more deliberate and caring. The kiss seemed an eternity, and she was perfectly content with it becoming eternity… but at last, the kiss broke. He pulled away, placing both his upper hands on her cheeks as he stared into her eyes for a few moments. Aeliel could feel him gently grinding his equine member up and down her abs. She looked down at it. The head was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. It pooled at the tip and ran down the shaft on all sides, coating the entire organ. She took a delicate, gloved hand and ran it up the side to get some on her fingers, and—before she had even thought about it—sucked them into her mouth to taste it. It was like Denovarian jam—a sweetened olive oil. Mumbling sounds of satisfaction, she took a slight step back and leaned forward as if to take a drink from a fountain. She pressed her lips to it, lashed it gently with her tongue, sipped eagerly, then swallowed. The Valaur gave a grunt of pleasure. She could have kept going like that, but he stopped her. The Valaur led her towards her own desk, then pushed gently on her back. She leaned forward over the desk, placing her hands down. She gazed back over her ass at him. The Valaur seemed to lick his lips again. One hand lifted up the poor excuse for a lower tunic and let it rest on the small of her back, well out of the way. Another hand took hold of her adorable panties made from black lace and silk. The Valaur began to pull it down. Aeliel was shocked at how heavy the panties were—they were full, soaked in her own juices. As he pulled them down, long, lewd strings of arousal stretched out before finally breaking to pool below. The Valaur only pulled the panties half-way down her thighs, then decided to leave them there like that for whatever reason. To make it hard for her to move? To catch the bounty from her moist pussy? Or maybe he just liked it that way. She did, and she wasn’t sure why. The ground beneath them was growing increasingly slick. By the Creator and his Dark Pantheon, she was absolutely soaking wet. Never in her long life had she ever been so wet, so aroused. Her pussy was dripping endlessly, accompanied by the Valaur’s oozing cock. Aeliel felt on fire. Her heart was beating fast, and she could feel it in her face with an intense heat. Her head was swimming, her legs were quavering and shaking as she stood with knees slightly bent, bracing herself with her hands on the desk in front of her. Aeliel’s breasts heaved heavily over the desk with each breath—no, each pant of anticipation. Her heart raced even faster when she felt the monster prodding at her entrance. The Valaur stared at her tiny asshole as he pushed at her pussy. A pair of arms grabbed her plump ass cheeks while the other pair took hold of her mid-back. With a short breath and a grunt, he pushed inside. Aeliel gasped as he entered her moist warmth. What… how did this happen? Aeliel was one of the most powerful women in the entire world, and she’d once been the deadliest warrior. How could such a proud Dark Elf, with the great title and station of Ambassador of the Master be reduced to this? One moment she was strong-arming foreigners, the next she was letting some bestial enigma have his way with her. As he began to piston in and out of her, she felt violated with each thrust. She tried to lift an arm to reach behind and stop him, but it would not move. She tried to put her shaking legs and weak knees into a walk, but they would not budge. Her body was locked into this position. She couldn’t move! She needed help! This was… rape! Moans escaped her lips and her eyes rolled back into her head as the Valaur thrusted deeper and a little bit faster. Her fingers curled on the desk, her legs trembled, her pussy spasmed with small orgasms. She could hear drips and splashes. She looked down on the floor between her legs and saw the pool of their juices intermingled—an alabaster cream, the product of an intense lust… or more. As the Valaur took her, more juices spurted, oozed and dripped from their ecstatic intercourse with every thrust. Aeliel moaned loudly—it was not a whorish cry, but more a sultry coo. Not like the crash of cymbals, but rather like the seductive melody of a Desarr flute. No, this was not rape. She didn’t need help. The truth was, she didn’t care how she ended up like this. To say that she was enjoying this would be a grievous understatement. Never before in her life had she experienced such pleasure. Aeliel turned her head to look back over her ass and up at the beast. “Fuck me…” she cooed softly. That seemed to send him into a flurry of pleasure. He closed his eyes, head rolling back as he increased his speed and depth. She felt a warm flood erupt from him. She came to the conclusion that he climaxed, and then she felt tears coming on. No, she thought. This bliss cannot be over yet…. Please! But the words were not necessary. It did seem that he came deep within her as a lewd, white cream poured from her lower lips… but he did not stop his pace, but kept going instead. A wave of relief washed over her. “Yes, fuck me… that’s it, harder you sexy Valaur! Make this pussy yours… it’s yours… do with it whatever you want… Ohhh, fuck! Yes!” He seemed to quicken his pace further then, fueled by her lascivious words. She felt him climax within her again. The fear that he would stop his ravaging came upon her again, but once again he persisted. Aeliel experienced this several more times before she decided it was probably some sort of Valaur biological characteristic. “Yes… it’s all yours! You can fill me up as much as you want!” she cried. “Give me all the hot cum you can!” His seed felt wondrous within her, like—as sacrilegious as she knew this was—some divine gift from the Dark Pantheon. She had no idea if Dark Elves and Valaur could breed, and she didn’t care in the slightest. If they couldn’t, fine. If she ended up pregnant, well… somehow that thought didn’t repulse her. It delighted her! One of his hands was running through her hair now, another taking hold of her left shoulder for stability, the other two still clutching her ass, squeezing, kneading, and rubbing, with the occasional slap. “Deeper… yes, fuck… use me, I’m yours! Ohhh! I love your giant Valaur cock! Please, just keep fucking me!” she moaned lustily. Truth be told, she had no idea how the phallus had fit inside her tight, seldom-used hole. She expected there to be more pain, but for all her searching she could find none. She could feel him stretching her, however. She could feel that since he first entered her… and it was strangely pleasurable. The Valaur leaned forward over her, pressing his chest into her back as he continued to thrust. His head was right beside hers; his rounded ear pressing against her pointed ear as they moved. The Valaur’s lower left hand found her clit, while his lower right hand held her toned stomach. His upper hands each took hold of a breast. Before, when studying the Valaur’s body, Aeliel had judged it to be built for war. She knew now that she had been very wrong. It was built for love. She gave an uncontrollable moan as he tweaked her clit suddenly. Aeliel turned her head towards his, and he turned to gaze back at her. She pressed her lips to his and kissed, which he returned heartily. She would only break the kiss for a few seconds at a time to say, “Fuck me…” Aeliel wrapped an arm around his head as they tangled their tongues while his giant cock pistoned in and out. One arm held her close, the rest played with her clit and breasts. It seemed another eternity as they merged their bodies together, connecting through contact and immeasurable pleasure. “Deeper…” she moaned. He complied heartily, giving a long thrust until he was in her to the hilt, which was no mean feat. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her entire body shook violently as she came hard. Her lips fell away from his, jaw hanging loosely open and tongue dangling out as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. Her entire body went limp—her arms gave out completely and her legs buckled. The Valaur caught her in his four arms—two under her knees, two around her abdomen. He stood back up and heaved her up with him while they were still connected, positioning it so that her back was against his chest, her knees pointed up and feet off the ground. The movement actually pushed the Valaur’s cock deeper inside, and it hit Aeliel’s spot once again, sending more overloading waves of pleasure through her. For awhile she felt paralyzed by the intensity of it. It was a few minutes later when she came to herself. “That was—“ she started to say, then paused. “Wait, did you…?” The Valaur was silent. He started to lift her off him. “No!” she whispered with love and injury. “Turn me around, but don’t take it out.” The Valaur complied, turning the Dark Elf around on his cock so she faced him while he held her, his cock still lodged deep inside. Aeliel placed her hands on what passed for his cheeks and brought her face close to his. “Finish what you started. Use me… give me your load… the real load.” At those enticing words, the Valaur’s hips were already moving with arousal. Aeliel kissed him again and again as he bounced her up and down—her breasts brushing against him repeatedly. He started slowly at first but was now building speed. She loved being able to look at him while he fucked her, and she could tell he felt likewise. The lewd sounds of their well-lubricated intercourse was sending Aeliel into a dizzying frenzy all over again.   Aeliel clamped down hard with her pussy as he bounced her, trying to milk all the cum she so badly wanted. Finally, the Valaur succumbed to her moist warmth tight around his cock moving up and down. He plunged as deep inside as he could go once again and came. Despite her best efforts, Aeliel came with him once again. There was no stopping it once he hit that spot deep inside that she didn’t know she had. The Valaur filled her up with a torrent of cum until it flowed like a faucet out of her stretched hole. Fortunately, she could feel even more went within her. Her womb was filled to capacity, and she couldn’t have been happier—no matter what that meant. The two lay down on the floor on their sides, with the Dark Elf inside the Valaur’s arms as he held her. His cock lay at rest between her thighs as it slowly shrank, and cum oozed from Aeliel’s pussy continuously. They were both sweaty, out of breath, and in the best of moods. Aeliel signed. “I love you,” she blurted mindlessly.

Chapter 1 - The Venus of Felgard

The Dark Elf was a creature of beauty. Her skin was a light ebon-blue, pockmarked by burgundy freckles across her adored cheeks. Her small nose pointed attention down to her full, thick lips of purple hue. When she flashed a smile with bright cyan teeth, her large eyes blazed with a passion. Those shimmering crimson orbs surrounded by the whitest white through which she saw the world were probably the Creator’s greatest masterpiece. Her hair was a stark, obsidian-auburn, curled and down-reaching towards her shoulders. It was pulled back into a single tail just now, resting regally still. Her body was a form of perfection. Her legs had a thickness about them, but with an alluring shape rather than an undefined bulk. Her hips were wide and host to a magnificent rear, rounded and shapely. She was slender, her stomach tight—toned into strong dual rows of abs. Her feminine curves took the eye further up, towards her luscious breasts. They were ample, but not oversized for her frame. Her name was Aeliel Ventrom, and she was the Master’s Ambassador. As such, she wore a tunic of dismal raven color with royal golden embroidery, splayed out in the most magnificent design of leaf and vine. The tunic had a regal mantle that extended out past her shoulders a handful of inches to end in sharp points. The tunic just barely extended a quarter-way down her thighs. It would be a most revealing outfit, to be sure, were it not for the gray tabard bearing the Master’s crest, which stretched down nearly to her knees like a lengthy and sophisticated loin cloth. Gold-embroidered stockings under knee-high onyx boots with elevated heels and matching elbow-length gloves completed the outfit. All of it was made from Umalri silk, of course—the softest of materiel, and one which hugged the skin tightly. It was the Eleventh of Gemoraan. Today was the Umbra—a holiday commemorating the great victory at the fortress Altrix. The leaders and representatives of peoples from all across the world would come to Dark Elf lands today—to Felgard—to pay homage to the dominance of the Master’s hegemony. As Ambassador, Aeliel would receive many dignitaries and hear their words so she could later relay these sentiments to the Master. These matters were beneath such an exalted and enlightened being, after all… so he would remain in his seclusion and meditate, ruling an empire through his mind’s telepathy. These lesser burdens were Aeliel’s duty. It may be a task seen as ridiculous and miniscule to the Master, but among the more mundane Dark Elves, it was as high a station as one might achieve. Aeliel had paid for this honor in blood, though. For thirty maiden years, she’d fought as a soldier in the Master’s legions, and proved herself as the best warrior alive. Now, however, she was a matron. Those days were gone, and the thought of holding a blade once more no longer excited her. Aeliel was a warrior with words now. She could win wars before they had even started with a flick of her tongue, or the stroke of an inked quill. She strode smoothly forward across the reflective marble floor, her gait and rhythm every bit as beautiful as her own form. She opened the brass doors which led out to her balcony on the Endless Tower, which was the Master’s palace and the center of the eastern world. Aeliel gazed down at the gates of the city Amarh, through which many foreign delegates and emissaries now came. It was a procession like a grand parade—confetti of black rose pedals rained down, along with the leafy hearts of Talcramzian palms. There were so many foreigners. They were large and small, dark and light, male and female—and some didn’t even look like the typical mortal. Some were more bestial, others more ethereal. All of them had one thing in common, however—they came to pay tribute to the Master, and to the Dark Elves.

Chapter 1 - Wolf

"Hey Shireah, ready to hit the clubs?" The Zebra furry Siir asked. "No ... I'm spoken for I'm afraid." She responded. "What?" Siir asked in disbelief. "I said I'm spoken for," Shireah repeated. "The mighty, untamable lioness Shireah is spoken for?" Siir said overdramatically. "I must hear about this. Who could be so fantastic? Siir asked. "I can't tell you..." Shireah insisted. "Why not?" Siir pushed. "Well ... It'll make me too hot ... Give me desires..." she answered. "Oh come, now. I'll help you with you desires. Just hurry up and tell me." she said. "Okay ... Get ready." Shireah hesitated. It was like any other night. I was in the cantina relaxing, sipping at some rum. My eyes were wondering, trolling around for any cute guys. I almost missed him. My eyes rested on him, carefully studyig him. He was cute alright. His fur was gray, rippling as he moved, flowing smoothly. His eyes met mine. We stared at eachother a long while. Sure I knew I wanted him ... But did he know it? I bit my bottem lip, and deepened my stare. He smiled wryly, and started trotting towards me. He sat at the glass table I was sitting at, steadily looking me over. His smile grew a little, and then brought his gaze back up to my eyes. "And I bet your name is just as beutiful as your eyes." He said to me. He wasn't like the others ... There was something about him, it was just different. Sexy, erotic, sweet ... But more than anything ... Suductive. "Shireah," I told him, my voice quarvering a little. "Ah yes, Shireah. You sure are shinning brightly tonight." he said in response. I felt it down there, and suddenly I became afraid. Afraid of what he would think of me. But I had to have him ... I was falling for him, and we had only exchanged a few sentences. I crossed a leg over the other, and asked, "What's your name, sweetheart?" His eyes seemed to light up to my surprise. Then he closed them and smiled. "They call me Wolf," he said. His head dipped a little, and he frowned. "Sorry, it's nothing special." he said dryly. I felt bad... "I think simplicity can be beautiful." I said, smiling. He looked up at me, and smiled back. "You are a very special Lioness, Shireah. I can sence that your spirit ... It is quite unique. You are a free spirit, you don't let anything hold you down. You are ... A goddess. A true Lioness." he said. I have never heard anyone speak so deeply to me ... Maybe a few, cheap, pick-up lines, but Wolf ... I shaked, my fur rippling as I did so. I was burning deeply with passion. I had to have him. "Would you like to get some fresh air?" He asked me. It was quite unexpected, but I was so glad he was interested in me ... The real question was ... Would he stay interested. He took my and in a firm, yet gentle grip. My tale was wagging as we walked through the tables toward the door. I tried to stop ... But I just couldn't ... We stepped outside the door into the night air. The moon illuminated the dim-lit Cantina building, and the waves could be heard from the ocean not too far away. We walked down an ally towards the Hotel he was probably staying at. He stopped, and tuned to me. His eyes were on mine, glittering in the moonlight. My heart beat began to pick up ... We kissed a long moment ... His tongue caressing mine. We separated, and then our foreheads touched. "Would you like to go to my room, Shireah?" he asked me. "Yes, Wolf ... I'd love that." Minutes later, we were in his room. I was so nervous ... It might be very awkward soon ... It was dark, lit only my the moonlight through the large glass door. Again we kissed, our tongues swimming around eachother. He moved his arms around me, and placed his hands on my upper back. Then he slid his hands down a little further on to the small of my back. He rubbed me soothingly as we kissed. He moved his hand down lower, to my ass, and started messaging me. It felt so good ... Like he was a profesional. He put my back right up against the wall, and we broke our kiss. He took the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and pulled my dress of. He unhooked my bra, and my breasts fell out into his hands. Gently moving down to my panties onto his knees, he began to take them off. This is the moment I'd been so nervous about. My panties came off, and my penis was there. I was hard because of him ... I wondered what would happen now. Much to my surpise, he began to lick the head. His tongue felt so good ... It was warm, and it was big. Then, he worked his mouth around my cock, and began to suck. His mouth felt amazing. It was tight around my big cock, and his siliva was dripping all over it as he took it out. He stroked it a bit, moving his mouth down to my balls and sucking on them. Moving back to my cock, he again placed it in his mouth. This time, he took it in very deep. He swallowed my whole cock. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. He kept going, up and down on my cock. Throating, licking, and sucking. It wasn't long before I couldn't take it anymore... "W-Wolf ... I-I'm gonna cum!" I said. "Go ahead, Shireah." He said. He started again, going faster this time. Then, it happened. I spurted in his mouth. I let out a moan to compensate for the overwhelming pleasure I felt. He just knelt there, taking my load of hot cum until no more would come out. I felt him swallow, and then he began licking off all the eccess cum. He stood up, wipping his mouth with fur covered hand. He looked into my eyes again. I was so weak. My eyes were half closed from the pleasure, and all my weight was on the wall. Again we kissed, and he fondled my breasts as he did so. This kiss was different though. It was deep and more intimate. Overall more pleasureable, which I didn't know was possible. His mouth tasted of my cum ... It was delicious. We broke our kiss, then he moved his mouth to my breasts and started sucking on them. I moaned, as his tongue pleasured my nipple... "Wolf..." I said aloud. He moved a hand down to my dick, and started stroking as he continued to suck on my nipples. "What a beautiful cock you have, Shireah. And it tastes so good too..." Wolf said. "Wolf, you're so unreal." I said to him. "I hope I'm real enough." He said wryly. We exchanged smiles, and he kept going. The fur on his hand that was stroking my cock was so soft. I was in heaven. I'd never ever felt this good in one night before. Again, my dick was starting to feel really good between his palm and fingers. I was about to explode. "Wolf ... Ughn... Wofl... !" I half said. He ajusted his stroking movement, and began doing it a little deeper and harder. As I came, he slowed down. He knew what he was doing. It was as if he could read my body. My cum was all over the floor. He gave me a moment to recover, and then embraced me. He held me tight, rubbing up and down my fur. He let go a minute later, and walked over to the bed. He'd taken off his shirt when we first stared, revealing his furry abs. Now he removed his jeans and sat down on the bed to show his erect cock waiting for me. He smiled and gestured with his hand. But I needed no more promting, I was so ready. I got on my knees and wrapped my lips around his huge cock. I went as deep as I could down on his cock. I gagged a little, and began to suck. I kept going and going, feeling it throbbing in my mouth. He was scratching behind my ears as I sucked. They twitched as he did so. It tasted divine. After about 7 minutes in heaven, he came. I wanted him to feel what he did to me, so I swallowed it. I looked up at him as I continued to suck. I saw his eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth open, and his tongue hanging out. "Oh ... Shireah..." he said. "Your mouth was amazing..." I let go of his dick, smiled at him. "You should feel my ass." I chided. He smiled wryly. "I intend to, darling." he responded. I don't know why, but just about every thing he says and does ... Turns me on. I put my stomach on the bed, and stuck my ass up nice and high for him. He bent over, and licked my ass a bit. Then he spread my cheecks, and' gently put his hot cock into my ass. There was a flash of pain that made me cringe, but he pulled out a bit, and then eased it in again. Minutes later, I was used to it, and he began pounding me. He felt good, as I could hear his grunts of pleasure. I was moaning so loud ... I couldn't control myself. "Ohh ... Shireah ... I'm going ... Going to..." he trailed off. "Please, Wolf. Cum inside me." He rammed and rammed, and then released his hot cum inside me. Slowly he pulled it out, and there was cum dripping out my my ass.

Chapter 2 - Dance the Dance

Castella was dizzy from the carnage around her. Consciously, she knew the people whose bodies littered the corridor had it coming. A sealed compartment, filled with convicts, or at least people that may have soon become convicts. The entire section, harbouring heretics, that’s what Abelard had said. No loss to the crew, perhaps even a warning for the other voidsmen. But the butchery that Marazhai had brought upon them was still… something else. A butchery she had participated in no less, however tacitly in the beginning. There was still blood on her blade. Well, there was blood everywhere, really. Covering the walls. Covering her arms. Covering Marazhai’s jagged armour, and what a side he was to behold. Tall, almost a foot and a half above her, glistening in fresh red, his hair slicked back from sweat and gore both. Beautiful like a monster. Majestic like a nightmare. She was half drunk from the slaughter, the voices screeching outside the Gellar field a distant choir behind the bloody haze, but that wasn’t enough. Castella wanted more. She needed more. She needed him. Castella stepped forward. The crooked sword slipped from her fingers, and she reached for the Drukhari, with desire, with hunger, with desperation. Her fingertips met his pauldron, interrupted his heaving trance. Life came into him beyond his ragged breath, and he jolted around. His eyes met hers, and beneath a predator’s instincts, she recognized the same hunger that burned inside of her. Or at least she thought she did. It didn’t matter anymore, for within the blink of an eye, he was upon her. With violence. With lust. With passion. She felt his armoured glove close around her slender neck, as he took her off her feet. His mouth was upon hers, too furious to be a kiss, his pierced tongue forcing its way between her lips and into her mouth, his jagged teeth tearing at her lips, and she caught herself biting back with equal vigour. He was strong, so very strong. He pushed her down with ease as soon as he broke their violent make-out. Tossed her onto the corpses like a toy before lunging forward. A swift movement twisted her arms above her head, her hands together. Another movement brought down his arm, and she could feel one of his knives pierce her crossed palms. The sharp, sudden pain coaxed a shriek from her lips, but it brought blissful clarity as well. Two of his fingers dug into her cheeks, kept her mouth forced open. Marazhai’s face came into view, and she felt a mixture of blood and spit rain on her face and into her mouth, and then once more his lips on hers, his tongue choking her as much as the fist on her throat, sharp finger tips dug into her neck. She was helpless, nailed to a dead body by her hands, pinned by his iron grip. His free hand moved and she felt another dagger run across her body. Slashing downward from her chest, cutting through her bloodstained finery, splitting her clothes, cutting the flesh underneath. Then he tossed the blade aside, began clawing at her severed robes and the supple flesh beneath. Pawing at his own armour. He entered her without ceremony, without thought beyond an animal’s lust, without a shred of regard for her well-being. Castella was in agony, bleeding from her palms, bleeding from her stomach, but when she felt the length and girth of the Xenos’ manhood, the ridges of each piercing along his shaft - the lust, the pleasure at the edges of the pain broke over her mind as if through a dam. Marazhai began thrusting, with force, with violence, each thrust a shock through her wounds, up her spine, through her mind. He was clawing at her body now, viciously groping her breasts, clawing at her sides, sinking his nails into her hips. He took her, claimed her, simple as that. And Castella knew, in the few rational vestiges of her mind, she would never desire another human man. Too powerful his thrusts, too strong his grip, too overwhelming the pleasure that built inside her from the merciless ravaging. He forced her open, forced his way into her, deeper than any lover before him. She could feel the fire build. In the wetness of her loins, expanding with each thrust, even as her breath waned, choked from her throat by grip and kiss. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. In pain, in pleasure, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was this moment. Their embrace, fucking like savage beasts. The orgasm rippled through her, shattered her mind, and the only voice she could hear, the only voice that mattered was Marazhai’s, whispering underneath his grunts, stating a simple fact. “My Mon’keigh pet.” The words rang sweeter than any lover’s compliment. And the reward followed in short order. Another grunt, another thrust and she could feel him pulsate, feel as the deepest reaches of her inside were filled with a conqueror’s warmth. Another ripple of orgasmic bliss tore through her, swept away the last inhibitions, the last distractions, leaving only a simple truth. He had claimed her, and she was his, covered in blood, shaking with inhuman pleasure, still struggling for every breath but now too weak and too content in the afterglow of climax to give even a shred of resistance. She was his.

Chapter 1 - Blessed Silence

To say that the tall, slender Drukhari’s form stuck out among the bridge crew of the Borysthenes would have been an understatement. And unlike the other Xenos that occasionally graced the hall of command, Marazhai Aezyrraesh seemed acutely aware of the eyes on him. The frightful eyes that never quite dared staring. The choked whispers, that never quite found courage to pass the lips. Marazhai did not just bear them, he outright enjoyed them.  Drank them all up. Castella von Valancius wondered if he noticed her looks as well. The glances that she could not help but sneak in his direction. He was giving her throne his back, seemingly, no, frustratingly, disinterested. He couldn’t conceivably notice her stares, right? There was no way he’d seen her, time and again, reaching underneath the sleeve of her coat. When she could not help herself but caress her arm, in the spot where his strange Xenos whip had kissed her skin. Emperor preserve, she was being ridiculous. She was… far too seasoned to be blushing like a damned maiden. She was a Rogue Trader for crying out loud, heir to the Valancius dynasty. And a powerful psyker to boot. Sanctioned even, or at least that was what her paperwork said. She should have more self control than this. More discipline. And besides, by any right, she should hate him. Him and his entire wretched kind. They… he had lured her into a trap. They had done utterly unspeakable things. To her subordinates, to some she even considered friends – but most of all, the Drukhari had put her through the ringer. At the hands of the Haemonculus, however brief her stay with him had been, Castella had suffered in ways that most humans would never know. Most people would have lost their minds, shattered in the waves of agony. Some of her compatriots damn near had. And perhaps she had too, come to think of it. Her considerable biomantic power had erased the physical scars with ease. First thing she’d done, once left to her own devices for even a moment. But the effects on her mind were as persistent as they were profound. Her fingers still twitched, every time she remembered the thin Xeno blades tickling her tendons. When she ate, when she swallowed, at times she could still feel the jagged girth of Xenos genitals, pierced and barbed, that had been forced down her mouth until her tongue and throat had been scraped raw and bloody. She could still taste the drug fueled tableau of her Drukhari rapist’s seed. She felt the ungentle ghosts of all the cuts and lashes she had erased from flesh but not from mind. When she sat down, when she shifted, when she slipped into the soothing waters of her bath, sometimes she still felt the twisted fullness, the sensation of when the Haemonculus himself had taken her. With a… thing, that hardly qualified as a penis, too strange its proportions, too wild its movements. And with any number of other appendages, who’s shape she only knew from when they had forced their way through her own insides in inconceivable violation. But in spite of the Drukhari’s considerable creativity, wounds were just wounds. Nor was it the sexual acts that had stuck with her so. Castella had spent time in the bowels of a Black Ship before the late Theodora von Valancius had summoned her, and it had by no means been the first time that she had been raped. And it wasn’t even the baleful shadows of pleasure that had crept into her mind, at the far corners of the maddening agony. The betrayal of her own flesh or perhaps spirit, that somehow dared to draw enjoyment from her utter defilement. No, what truly gave Castella pause, was the silence. Blessed, merciful silence, the likes of which she had never felt. Silence, the likes of which a Psyker never got to feel. The screeching cacophony of whispers, the temptations of the Immaterium were a Psyker’s bane and perpetual companion. The Black Ships taught how to ignore it, practice taught how to live with it. But it was always there, always lurking, ready to creep in at the slightest sign of weakness. Except in Commoragh. In the dark city, when she had expected to be at her most vulnerable, helpless under the hands of her tormentors, the warp had been… quiet. And even in the throes of agony, that quiet had felt like salvation. The Drukhari used their wanton cruelty to ward off the influences of the Immaterium. And from all she had seen, it didn’t much matter if they were inflicting it or suffering it. Utter madness, or at least damn close to it… but she had experienced first hand that it worked. For some insane reason, one her training had scarcely prepared her for, it worked. And now that she was back, ostensibly safe, but once again subject to the Warp’s relentless call, she could not help but stare at Marazhai and wonder. He had answered her tacit flirtations with teasing and cruelty, but if he held the key to their arts, if he held the key to holding the voices at bay… as far as Castella was concerned, it hardly mattered what manner of cruelty she would have to commit… or endure. She simply had to try it.

Chapter 1 - In Over Her Head

Takes place during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, so characters are aged 15-17. Contains mild non-consensual sex, inflation, stretching, general unexplainable magic, little in the way of character development, and pretty terrible dialogue. Enjoy *************************************************** Hermione opened her eyes slowly. She couldn't tell where she was. She didn't recognize the ground beneath, a stone floor made of dark marble. As she slowly regained her wits she took stock of her situation. She was hanging in midair about 2 meters above the ground, suspended by her arms and legs. There had to be something else supporting her body, because she was pretty sure that her shoulders would be in a lot more pain from supporting her weight. She could tell that the room she was in was quite chilly because her nipples were so hard that they hurt. Ah. She was naked. Hermione tried to move, to pull her arms or legs free from the invisible binds that held her, but only succeeded in wriggling her hips and breasts around. Holy fuck, her tits were huge. Hermione had never had particularly large breasts, though she told herself they were about average for her age. But these things hanging from her chest were huge. They were the size of cantaloupes. The weight of them pulling on her chest was arching her back. As she tried to look around to see if there was anything else different about her body, she saw a wizard standing in the shadows against the far wall. A wizard with dark hair and glasses. "Hello, Hermione," said Harry Potter. She tried to yell at him, to tell him to let her down this instant, but, her jaw and lips were locked shut. Harry laughed at Hermione's muffled scream and stepped forward out of the shadows. He too was naked. Of course he was. Hermione wasn't that surprised, given the circumstances. But, she was shocked when she looked at his crotch. "You've noticed that I made some modifications to your overall very nice body. Your tits are much bigger, and more sensitive, and there are a few more changes that are less readily apparent. And, of course, I have your mouth locked shut. No offense, I don't feel like listening to you yell at me." Harry had clearly modified himself as well. Ron had told her once that Harry’s "wasn't that much bigger than mine, maybe a bit," but, even that couldn't account for the size of Harry's cock. He could never have hidden it under his robes. It wasn't fully erect yet and it was already cartoonishly huge, roughly the length and width of her forearm. Hanging underneath were similarly enlarged bollocks. Hermione was starting to worry that she was in way over her head. What could he possibly expect to do to her with that monster' Hermione started trying to scream again. "Please stop trying to yell at me," Harry said, flicking the tip of her nipple with his wand, sending a jolt of pain running down her spine, "or I'll take your voice away too. Now, what's going to happen is I'm going to fuck you however I like, and then, we're going to forget about all of this. If you make this more difficult for me, though, you're going to enjoy it a lot less too. Am I understood'" He sent a shock through her other nipple for good measure. Seemingly with no options available to her, Hermione nodded, though the anger was evident in her eyes. "Good," said Harry, and he pulled her down until she was suspended parallel to the ground eye to eye with Harry's now fully stiff cock. "Now, I'm going to let you open your mouth, and you're going to suck my dick." With that, Harry waved his wand and Hermione's mouth fell open. She had no idea what he expected her to do for him, though. As he pressed his dick against her lips, the head alone was clearly too big to fit in her mouth. Even as he managed to force the cock forward and stretch her lips around it, it just wedged itself against her teeth. Angrily, Harry pulled his dick out of her and asked, "What the fuck, Hermione, I thought you weren't going to be a problem'" "I can't put that in my mouth, are you crazy' It's too fucking big, I mean seriously, why..." Hermione shouted at Harry, before she was cut off by him waving his wand at her. "Silencio. I told you not to yell at me. Now, let's see what the problem is." Harry knelt down and looked directly into Hermione's face. She was clearly still trying to shout obscenities at him. He put his hands on her face, feeling her jaw and putting his fingers in her mouth, pulling the cheeks wide. Then, he pushed down hard on her lower jaw. "Of course, after everything else I had to do, I forgot that." Hermione chose that moment to bite his fingers as hard as she could in defiance. Harry yanked his hand out of her mouth and slapped her hard across the face, bringing tears to her eyes. "I don't know why you insist on doing that. Now, open your mouth, and don't piss me off again." Hermione opened her mouth again for Harry's oversized cock, absolutely furious and, more than anything else, annoyed at how absolutely stupid Harry was being on top of it all. Harry tapped the side of her jaw with his wand, and started to push his dick through her lips once more. To Hermione's utter disbelief, as her lips stretched around the head of his cock, which was easily as thick as a billiard ball, started to push her lower jaw further and further down. Harry kept pushing until he was pushed all the way against the back of Hermione's throat. Her eyes were wide with horror as he pulled back a little and started to push even farther into her. At this time, Harry chose to let Hermione have her voice back, though, she could communicate little more than muffled groans around the thick cock pushing farther and farther into her throat. She couldn't breathe with the pressure of the huge cock in her throat; she couldn't understand how it even fit in her. As her lips slowly approached the base of Harry's cock, Hermione started to struggle for air. Due to her bindings, this had little effect other than to add some pleasant sensations for Harry, as she desperately twitched and swallowed, her throat constricting around his dick. By the time her nose was squashed flat against Harry's stomach, she was certain that she was going to pass out at any time now. Her lungs were burning, her heart was pounding, her vision was going black. Harry was going to kill her by choking her to death on his ridiculously huge dick. Any second now. But it wasn't happening. Even though she couldn't breathe, she was still barely conscious. After a minute of her being totally impaled on his cock, a minute that seemed like a lot longer to Hermione, Harry slowly pushed her away, until, finally, the massive head popped out from between her lips leaving Hermione gasping for air and fighting the urge to vomit. "That wasn't so bad was it'" asked Harry. "It felt great for me, anyway." Once Hermione was able to speak again, she started yelling, "You fucking idiot, I almost died! I couldn't breathe around that... thing." "What'! You should have been able to breathe fine..." "Of course I can't breathe if I'm choking on a troll dick, you idiot, I...," Hermione shouted, before being silenced again by a wave of Harry's wand. "Dammit," Harry said, while tracing his wand over her naked body and, "Alright, I'm sorry, that was my fault. I thought I had given you enough air. I'll increase your air flow and you should be fine. After all, I don't want to kill you." Seeing her look concerned again, he added, "Don't worry about how it works, just trust that it will...alright, that should solve the problem. Let me know how this works. You shouldn't need to breathe now. If there's still a problem..." Harry noticed the problem of how Hermione would communicate with all of her limbs restricted, her voice gone and an 18" cock down her throat, "Hmmmmmm... wiggle your ass if you still can't breathe." And with that, Harry plunged his dick back into Hermione's throat. Taken by surprise, Hermione was unable to even try to resist and soon found her nose buried again in Harry's stomach. Much to her surprise, however, Hermione found that she didn't feel a need to breathe, and, apart from the discomfort of actually being able to feel Harry's prick stretching her neck and pressing against the inside of her sternum, it wasn't that bad. At the very least, it was manageable. As Hermione took stock of her new situation, Harry interpreted her lack of resistance as a cue that everything was okay, and started to move his hips back and then forward, slowly at first, and then faster, until he was fully fucking Hermione's throat. With nothing else to do than feel Harry's cock move through her throat and all the way into her chest and towards her stomach, Hermione actually started to enjoy the experience, at least a little a bit. The feeling of her throat stretching, the rhythm of the cock moving, it wasn't so bad. "Wait a second, you'll like this. Close your eyes” Harry tapped Hermione's eyelids with his wand and muttered something that sounded like "occulis transposites something," though she couldn't be sure. Hermione opened her eyes and saw ... herself with a giant prick in her obscenely stretched mouth. She saw inches and inches of Harry's cock disappearing into her. She, or at least Harry, started to fuck her face faster. Hermione could feel ... and see, Harry's cock moving in and out of her mouth. "Wait, no, you'll love this." Harry grabbed her shoulders and turned her over, so that she was lying on her back, theoretically, with her head hanging back and her hair flowing below her. All Hermione could see was her throat bulging, stretched beyond reason as Harry fucked her mouth harder and harder. She could see, she could feel how her neck expanded and contracted with Harry's prick, how his dick kept pushing and pushing deeper inside her. Over and over, again and again, until Harry... pulled his cock out of her mouth' "Why'..." Hermione mouthed, as she watched Harry pull his oversized dick out of her mouth and throat. It was truly amazing, as more and more of his thick meat kept coming out of her mouth. "Now that my prick is wet enough and you've gotten pretty wet too, I'm going to fuck your cunt." Hermione started to panic. There was no way that could fit in her tiny pussy. She had only ever been fucked by Ron and his prick was nothing like Harry's 'improvement.' Through Harry's eyes she could see him turning her around so that her pussy was facing him. He clearly didn't seem interested in figuring out why she had started struggling again, because his eyes seemed awfully focused on how her swollen tits were bouncing from side to side from her panicked movements. Harry's attention shifted again, and through his eyes she could see her cunny was absolutely soaked, her wetness slowly dripping from her down to the stone below. Thank god for that at least. Harry lined up his cock and started to slowly push the swollen head between her slick folds, until, suddenly her cunt gave way, and he was inside her. Hermione was screaming. No one could hear her, but, her mouth was locked wide open from shock. She wasn't in pain; so much as the extreme feeling of her tiny pussy stretching to accommodate Harry was too much for her. She felt totally full already, and he was just starting to push into her. Her cunt wrapped tight around his shaft, she felt every inch as it slowly pushed deeper into her. She felt the cock bottom out inside her, completely filling her, and she felt it keep pushing. Her insides seemed to stretch with his cock, but, never relax, never growing used to the size of it, until finally, Harry's bollocks were resting against her ass. Hermione could feel his cock in her stomach. She was almost sure she could see her skin bulging around where she imagined the head of it must be. Harry moaned, and waited for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of being completely inside her. This gave Hermione a second to try to adjust to the new sensation of being filled well beyond what was humanly possible. And then Harry started to pull back out. Hermione started screaming again. She could feel him dragging her insides out with his dick. It was too much; it was too much, her pussy closing behind him, until, she was empty. Through Harry's eyes she could see her formerly tight cunt gaping wide, desperately needing to be filled. Her face was desperate, she was trying to plead with him, make him fuck her again, make him see how much she needed it. Of course, Harry had planned to fuck her anyway. In one powerful thrust, Harry drove his cock all the way back into her cunt. Pulling back a couple of inches he slammed into her again. And again. Hermione was lost in the onslaught, feeling nothing other than her pussy being stretched past its limit over and over. She came in less than a minute, her cunt clenching down even harder on Harry, every muscle in her body spasming as pleasure rolled up and down her entire body. Seeing Hermione in such ecstasy, Harry couldn't last much longer either. Groaning from the effort, he fucked her even harder with fast powerful strokes until his cock exploded in her cunt, filling her with his cum. Slowly, Harry pulled his prick from Hermione's pussy, seeing his thick white cum pouring in thick globs from her obscenely stretched hole, forming a pool beneath her. Harry turned to find his robes, saying to Hermione, "Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself. I hope you're not too upset with me for cumming inside you, I really couldn't help myself. I'd like to do this again sometime, if you're..." Harry turned back around to see Hermione standing in front of him with her wand pointed directly into his face. "Stupendo." Hermione watched as Harry hit the ground for a second before another orgasm shook her, causing her to collapse into the pool of cum. She was so sensitive that just the feeling of Harry's cum flowing out of her abused cunt and dripping down her legs had been enough to push her over the edge again. Hermione was exhausted, and just lay there in Harry's cum for a second. She dipped a few fingers into her stretched pussy and started to lick the cum off them while she thought about what had happened. She had not expected this at all when she had taken control of Harry and ordered him to take her however he wanted. She had ordered him to act out his most perverse fantasies, but, she hadn't realized that meant that he wanted to rape her with an oversized monstrosity of a prick. Maybe he hadn't even wanted that until she started fiddling with his mind. When she had done this with Ron, he had pretty much just fucked her normally, with a bit of extra slapping. They had both inflated her tits to being stupidly big. Boys. After getting her breath back and licking her fingers clean, Hermione set about putting everything back to normal. She cleaned all of the cum with a flick of her wand and went to work on her body. Thank god, Harry had found whatever he had used to make her body more elastic, or today might have been a lot less fun. With a little bit of work, her pussy looked like it had never been fucked at all and her breasts were back to their normal size. She looked over at Harry and laughed at his ridiculous cock. Boys. Well, she certainly couldn't complain about it, those orgasms had been fantastic. She put her wand to Harry's head and pulled out several thin silvery strands of memories for later. She also found the actual size of his prick and reset it. On second thought, she decided to give him a little more length and girth. He deserved it. Hermione replaced his memories of the past hour with doing some homework, and then reinforced her control over him, giving him new orders to do this again sometime next week and for him to work on some new ways to fuck her. ****************************************************** Harry Potter had just gotten back from the library after a particularly unsuccessful attempt to work on a paper he had for Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He hadn't written a single word, but, instead spent the entire time worrying about how Ron would react if he knew about the feelings Harry was developing for his sister. He was seated in the Gryffindor Common Room, still musing about this dilemma when Hermione climbed in from the portrait hall. Seeing the look on his face, she smiled in a way that he had never seen before, and gave him a short peck on the lips. "You know, Harry, you're a really good friend." And with that, she climbed up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory, leaving Harry even more confused and with a slightly salty taste on his lips.

Chapter 1 - Encountering Albedo

Lord Richard Finch was sitting at the right side of the Overlord Albedo. His long brown hair with grey streaks was pulled back and his soft grey eyes were dazzling. The meal was well made and presented to the Overlord. Richard shifted and held up a glass of wine. “To the great Ruler of our fair country.. I am so honored to have you as a guest to my home. “His voice deep and smooth. Albedo smirked and responded without looking at Lord Finch, "Honored indeed, Richard. I must applaud you on your choice of kitchen servants. The meal is more than satisfactory.”Albedo shifted his gaze around the room. He was far past bored of the music and jokes that were presented during the meal. "Even if your company is lacking." He took a drink of his wine and placed it coldly on the table. Richard frowned at the man sitting at the head of his table. “I am sorry that I have not entertained you well, my lord... My feasts do not compare to yours.”A smile turned his lips and he nodded as he took a sip of his wine. He slowly turned in his chair and looked across the room. He had been a widower for some time . He had also been speaking with his brother who was a Sergeant for the Military in the neighboring country. No one really knows this about him. He looked to Albedo once again. "Do you wish to move to the card room ?” Albedo raised an eyebrow at the offer. He considered it for a moment but dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "I appreciate the offer of an escape from your minstrels Richard but the food is good and the wine is making it better. I really must have my cooks come see how your staff does this.”Albedo took another bite of the heaping roast pork that sat in front of him. Soon enough another servant came to the doorway of the dining hall. “Excuse me, My lords.... Lord Richard... you have company... “ Richard raised his eyebrows and looked at the young servant. “Who at this hour is coming to my home? “He stood up. The servant blushed at the reaction and looked down “Your nieces... “ Richard blinked and put his hand to his forehead. “Oh yes ..That is right.. My nieces are visiting for a few months. " Albedo looked over at the servant and then at Richard. "You forgot your own nieces?”Turning back to the servant he said, "Bring them along quickly. Perhaps they'll liven things up here." The servant turned and walked out. Richard rubbed his chin and shook his head “Just too much going on all at once...” Soon two young ladies were standing in the doorway. One wore a long soft green dress with white layers underneath and a dark green cloak around her shoulders and the other wore tight leather breeches and a white tunic with a long waist coat. “Hello Uncle.”The taller yet younger one said. Her bright blue eyes sparkling in the candle light. The other shorter one casted her dark chocolate eyes to the floor. Albedo raised an eyebrow again. "I thought you said nieces Richard... who's this boy?" Richard shook his head at the looks of his nieces "... You two could have picked a better time…” He stood up and came around the table and then looked from his two nieces “... I would like to present to you.. Oria and Talida Finch ... Girls...this is the ruler of this country... Overlord Albedo....” Talida reached up and pulled off her brown hat and let her soft hair fall from it around her shoulders. A smile came to her thin pink lips. “Greetings, Your lordship.. And forgive me of my wears... We've been traveling a few days now.. “ Oria slowly looked up to see the Overlord. He was handsome, she though. Oria's hair was in a gentle braid wrapped in a bun behind her head and her round face was slightly blushed. She curtsied a little and nodded “Your highness “Her voice soft and quiet. Albedo was slightly amused at Talida's concern for her appearance. "Well my ladies, would you do me the favor of becoming my new seat mates. Your Uncle surely won't mind moving a seat or two for his Overlord.”He snapped a finger at one of the nearby servants, "Bring two more settings for your Lord's nieces. They deserve as much for having come so far to see such a forgetful uncle." Talida looked over to the lord and smiled. "Why thank you, Sir. “She started around the table and took off her cap and gave it to one of the servants. Her white tunic was loose around her thin body. Oria nodded as she took off her cloak. Her green dress was high on her slender neck. She followed her sister. Richard narrowed his eyes slightly then nodded “Of course.. It’s my pleasure.. I am so glad you two made it safely. “He got up and moved down a few spots and sat back down. "So what brings you out to your uncles' domain? He's said you plan to stay some time here with him. What saint did he have to pray to in order to achieve such luck?”Albedo took a sip from his goblet as food was placed in front of the two girls. Talida sat down next to her uncle whom she gave a hug then looked to the Overlord just as Oria sat down and shy put her hands in her lap. ".. At our home .. The west wing was burned.. That was Oria and mine's rooms. So our uncle invited us to say while it gets repaired. “ Talida said as she took a sip of wine. She smiled brightly. She was still so child like in her face. Albedo nodded solemnly. "Well if that's the case I shall make it my duty to see that you both find yourselves greeted with the best of my country. I shall see to it that your time here is as wonderful as possible so that your minds can be put at ease from your current predicament.”Albedo leaned slightly to the side and allowed his sleeve to just barely touch Oria's shoulder so lightly that it went unnoticed by those around them. "Would you both like to join me in a tour of the region tomorrow?" Oria felt the soft tickle of cloth against her shoulder. She looked down to the plate of food then softly looked at him. Her doe eyes soft. “I think that would be lovely. “She spoke softly. Talida nodded “Yes. I would love to see this place “Talida started to eat. Oria wasn't hungry at all, She was too nervous to eat. She balled up her hands in her lap. "Wonderful I'm sure that the both of you shall find the region beautiful and the citizen pleasant.”Albedo noticed one of his guard motion to him from the side of the room. He whipped his mouth with a cloth and stood from the table. "Ladies I must apologize for this but it seems I cannot escape my work no matter how lovely my company.”He took a few steps from the table and then added without looking back, "Won't you both meet me in the card room in half an hour?" Richard watched the lord and then looked to his two nieces. Talida grinned and nodded as she finished. “I'll go and put on something more appealing then? “Oria nodded slowly as she wiped shifted in her seat. She watched him and listened to his voice. [In the main hall] Albedo stood far off to the side away from the dining hall with two of his honor guard. "What is the reason you've disturbed me, gentlemen? I assume it's important enough to stake your personal safeties on?”One of the guard handed Albedo a scroll, "Yes my Lord. We've found the witch you put the bounty on. She's be transported to the castle's dungeon as we speak.”Albedo smiled at the report. "Perfect. I've already a new use for her magicks. As always gentlemen you do my realm justice.”Albedo turned and walked down the grand hall seeing Talida scurry down the hall herself. He smiled to himself and made his way to the card room. Oria stood at the edge of the door of the card room. Her eyes downcast as she fiddled her thumbs. She wore soft dainty lace gloves and soft ringlets of brown hair framed her face. Her large breasts pulled tight with the corset she wore under her dress which made her waist small. Her skin was soft cream and her lips were pink and plump. Opening the door softly, Albedo found himself alone with the young beauty. At first he just gazed at her lovely form but soon caught himself. "Pardon me. I've seem to have lost my delicacy some time shortly after I met you and your sister.”Albedo sat in one of the chairs at the main table of the room and motioned for Oria to sit as well. He wasn't sure which of the two sisters he most wanted to lead astray but this one was quickly making her bid for 1st place. She looked up with a blush in her cheeks and slowly walked over. Her curved hips swaying back and forth as she slowly sat down "... Forgive my sister... She is.. still very young .”She said quietly as she turned her eyes away from him. Her green dress had lace around the neck and around the edges of the sleeves. She felt her stomach clinch as he was watching her. Albedo laughed easily, "Nothing wrong with having a bit of youthful energy. She's not quite grown into the stuffy confines of adult society.”Albedo let his eyes wander over Oria's dress and the shape of the young woman's body. "Have you a favorite game? Or do you prefer to talk instead?”Albedo leaned back in his chair enjoying the girl's level of uneasiness. She shook her head slowly "Father never let us play cards with the men.... “ She said softly as she shifted nervously. Oria looked back at him and looked at his features. He looked young to be ruling, she though. Albedo smiled. "My father never taught me any card games either. He was far too busy trying to rule the world to pay attention to his family. He stayed that way until he died. That was 3 years ago this coming autumn. I'm more a fan of easily conversing anyway. So much can be said with just a few words.”Albedo leaned forward and gaze at her brown eyes. "Can you tell me why it is that your sister's eyes contrast yours so harshly? I'm curious." ".. I have my mother's eyes.... “Oria said softly as she looked back at him. Her blush crossed her cheeks again. "Talida has my father's...Yet we both received our father's hair.. Like our uncle's. “ She looked down to her hands in her lap. Albedo followed her gaze to her dainty hands. He leaned further forward and took her right hand in his own. "You're both very beautiful in your own ways.”Albedo kissed her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles, feeling the soft lace beneath his fingers. Her lips parted and she blinked to feel his kiss upon her hand. "... Thank you.. Your Highness. “ She murmured. Oria's heart was now beating so fast that she swore that the man across from her could of heard it. She bit down on her plump pink lip and felt his fingers brushing her lace covered skin. “You are very handsome yourself, Lord. “ Her voice trembling. Albedo smiled at her reaction. He could feel her heat increase just from holding her hand. "Perhaps you and your sister would prefer to go on the tour today and make yourselves at home in my palace? I assure you that my welcome would be far grander than you uncle's.”He lay her hand back down in her lap gently, allowing his hand to linger just above her lap for a second longer than would be expected. “I.... “She gulped feeling his hand against her lap. ".. I.. I don't know your Lordship....Isn't it a bit late to go on tour ? “ She wondered where her sister could be. She was becoming too nervous and he was looking at her strangely, she thought. “We wish not to be a bother to you. “ She looked up to him innocently. Albedo leaned back into his chair once again and smiled. "You'll be no trouble at all. In fact I'd rather not tax you both myself. I honestly was planning on escaping from this place and returning back to the safety of my own court. I was hoping that I could convince you two to accompany me since your arrival here has infinitely brightened this event. Is there no way I can persuade you? We can ask your sister what she feels on the matter if you like." Oria watched him closely and nodded ".. It would be an honor, your lordship... “ Just as she had said that the door opened and Talida walked in. She was wearing a dark blue dress that lay across her slender hips and her hair was now pulled back from her face and down her back. Talida smiled and came over. "Sorry about that... I had to dig through our trunks and finally found this... “ The dress had a scoop neck and thin sleeves down her arms. It was simple. "What have you two been talking about? “She asked as she looked to her sister and back to the Overlord. "Your sister and I have come to the agreement that you both should accompany me back to my palace. The stay would be much more pleasant for you there and I'm certain that your uncle will have no problems with you both being in my care. I've got plenty of relics and works of art that I think you'd both appreciate as well.”Albedo waved for Talida to come join them. "why don't you both fill me in on your hobbies so I can best design your stay?" Talida sat down on his other side and smiled brightly. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. “I love to ride horses and archery. "She said quietly before Oria could even open her mouth. "..I love to practice sword fighting too... Father said I should of been born a boy... “She chuckled. Oria looked away from her sister and lifted up her hand to brush her cheek of a stray hair. “My sister over there likes to ride and sew. “ Talida said with a roll of her sapphire eyes. Albedo shot a quick glance at Oria, and smiled to himself at how dejected she looked. He returned his attention to Talida, "Oh? Perhaps you and I can spar. I'm certain that I could show you a few moves that even your teachers couldn't pull off.”Albedo flexed his sizable muscles and smiled broadly. "I'd be happy to take you both riding on some of the kingdom's finest horses as well. I'm sure that it will be an experience that neither of you forget. Talida grinned “It would be so much better than staying in this dusty old place “She bounced her hand on the card table that sent dust into the air. “.. Oh...Oria can't ride... She's afraid of horses. “ Oria narrowed her eyes at her sister and looked back down. “I just care not to ride upon one. “ Oria said quietly. Albedo smirked. "I'm certain the experience would not be so objectionable if you were to ride with me on my steed Oria. I'll be happy to show you the finer points of riding.”Albedo stood and quickly walked to the door, opened it, and motioned to one of his nearby guards. "Prepare my coach. I and the two ladies shall be leaving shortly for the palace. Let Lord Finch know of our departure AFTER we've loaded the ladies' cargo into the carriage.”Albedo returned to the girls. "I fancy one last stroll through my Lord's grounds before we leave. So, which of you will have my right arm for this walk?" Talida got up quickly and came over and locked her arm with his. She smiled at him."...I dare say.. I wish there were more men like you where we live.. “ Oria sighed silently and slowly stood up. She pushed in her chair and turned to look at them. Her sister was always eager and ready to go. Albedo laughed inside his head at the girls' relationship. Oria's discontent was beautiful to behold and Talida was the engine that perpetually spat forth more and more of that malcontent. What a fine pair he'd discovered this day. As they walked Albedo took Oria's hand in his own again causing some soft murmurs to rise from the servants and guests they passed. Rumors were already spreading faster than a raging fire but Albedo needn't worry about that. For every rumor of playful attitude there were four more of his perfect character that was only rivaled by his strength. Having won championships in both sword fighting and jousting he was quite popular with the common crowd. Albedo looked down at Oria and leaned toward her whispering quietly, "I wonder what sort of nasty things they're thinking in their heads. The lower class are simply delightful aren't they?” Oria's heart lifted as she felt his hand take hers. She walked along beside him as she watched the servants look at them. "..I ..I don't know, My Lord.. “She whispered back as her cheeks flushed. Talida 's hand was soft on his arm as she followed his lead. She saw him lean over and whisper into Oria's ear. She narrowed her eyes. “Now Lord Albedo... What kind of horses do you have? “She asked as she tried to gain attention to herself again. Looking back at Talida Albedo responded, "More horses than you could imagine, my dear. All of the purest breed. Arabians, Spanish, and the finest local Stallions. Most of them are kept for my Royal army but several others were gifts. What have you rode in the past?" Oria's hand was soft against his and she held it a little bit more then lightly. Her eyes looked down to the floor as they walked. Talida smiled at him and nodded “All of those sound lovely. .We have two Palominos and one Arabian. “Talida though the Lord was very handsome and his eyes sent chills up her spine. He knew what he was talking about and walked with an air of grace about him. Soon enough Albedo and his two flowers arrived at the front entrance of the estate. The carriage was packed and Albedo's guard was already mounted and armed with their silver halberds. Lord Richard stood by the entrance with a stone face and his arms held tightly be his sides. "My Lord Albedo, I regret to hear of your plans for departure. I wish you a safe trip and a pleasant night.”Albedo smirked back at him holding Oria's hand a bit tighter, "I'm certain it will be a fine night Richard. Wish your uncle well, Ladies. I'll be waiting in the carriage.”With that Albedo released the hold on Oria's hand and motioned for Talida to release his arm. He left the two in front of their uncle with one of the honor guard still watching vigilantly over them. Oria hugged her uncle and looked to the carriage. Talida smiled bright “ Come and visit us... We would of been bored here, Uncle... “She hugged him . Richard nodded “Yes I will see you... I hope you the best of times. “He watched his nieces walked towards the carriage the belonged to his Overlord. It was a good idea, He though. To get the girls out of his hair. He didn't even wish to babysit them. Oria was at the doorway first to the carriage and was helped up by the footmen. She looked about the carriage. "Where...shall I sit?” Albedo patted the cushion just right of him. He was sitting in the middle of the southern end of the wide carriage. The inside of the vehicle was ornate and lavishly decorated with gold leafing and fine silk drapes. The glass that sat in the windows even proved to be polished crystal upon further inspection. "I'm sure that Talida won't complain with switching sides now. We need to be fair after all.” Oria blushed as she sat down beside him. Her green dress soft against his thigh. ".. Thank you, My Lord. “ Talida stepped in now and looked over and her eyes widened a bit before she sat across from them. "... This is a beautiful carriage. “She looked about then back to her sister. Her eyes shot daggers at her. Albedo easily picked up Talida's displeasure with her sister and fought to hold back the instinct to fuel that fire even more. "Talida come sit, the carriage will begin moving shor-”Before he could finish his sentence the carriage lurched forward and Talida was thrown off balance, landing in Albedo's lap. Her slender frame upon him and a yelp from Oria. Talida let out a giggle as her perk beasts pressed against his chest “Oh Goodness.”She grinned. Oria's face grew red as she scooted over slightly and looked away. Albedo picked Talida up easily and gently placed her on the cushion next to him. Standing up he made his way to the front end of the carriage, which was not an easy task while it was moving, and yelled out at the driver. "Watch how you treat the carriage fool! Incompetence in the face of my guests is not something I will tolerate!”Albedo gave the driver a knowing wink that the ladies could not see. He made his way back to his seat between the two beauties and let his right hand lay limp by his side, just barely touching the side of Oria's thigh. Talida smiled at his strength and watched him get up and sit back down. She scooted closer to him “...Say... Do you have any lakes or ponds around your castle?”She asked as she looked at him with her bright eyes. Oria sat nervously again and heard her annoying sister's voice but she felt Albedo's hand lightly against her thigh. The curvy sister bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. Smiling he said, "I have a private garden in my palace with a man made river that runs into a lake just outside my personal quarters. I'm fond of occasional morning swims.”He placed his left hand on her head and asked, "Would you like to swim in it? I'm afraid my sensibility won't allow me to join you. Even if you know sword fighting you're still a woman.”He ruffled her hair but at the same time his right hand slid against Oria's thigh just slightly. Talida giggled “I... don't mind at all. I love swimming... “Her own short hair that brushed her shoulders was thick and soft in his fingers.”... I cannot wait to practice fighting with you, my lord. “ Oria gripped her dress in her hand and bit her lip even more as she turned her head to look out the window. Her body shivered in delight of his hand just barely touching her. Albedo smiled and laughed a bit. "The combat ground will be a perfect place to spar. We can do so first thing in the morning.”He patted her on the shoulder and then pointed toward the window, "You can see your uncle's town over there. They make fine breads and decent wine. I have my own imported from elsewhere but it's important to know the flavor of your own land.”His right hand began to actively caress Oria's thigh, his fingers moving toward the inside of her leg slowly. Talida looked out the window and smiled “it is pretty though.”She enjoyed the man's touch through her hair and she leaned against him slightly as she put a hand on the class. "..Is your city bigger? “ Oria's chest tightened as she felt his hand slide across her dress Her Hands resting right at her stomach as she closed her eyes again. Her face burning red and even her ears reddened. She lifted one hand to tug at her hair. Her legs trembled slightly. It felt so different and new to Oria. "My city is not so much larger than this one. The buildings are higher though. The majority or the land is used for farming. My personal farms supply much of the region's food alone. Having a large city only means having more dangers near you.”Albedo felt Talida leaning against him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she looked out the window. Meanwhile his other hand was exploring Oria's body through her dress, circling over her inner thigh. His little finger quested out and just barely grazed the girl's womanly treasures. The young sister smiled brightly as she felt the Lord's arm wrapped around her shoulders. She looked up to him softly and smiled "...I understand... I can't wait to see it... “ Oria's hand fell on top of his as he brushed between her plump thighs “Mmmfff...” She murmured as she leaned her forehead against the edge of the carriage. Her mind was spinning. She shouldn’t' be letting this man touch her but it felt so good... What was she doing? With a loud thump the carriage hit a stone in the path causing the passengers to be jolted rather severely. Talida ended up being pushed hard against Albedo's chest while Albedo's right hand was roughly thrown toward Oria's chalice. Albedo could only think to himself that he'd gotten a driver who was a master of his trade. Talida gasped out her hands reaching out for the carriage wall. Oria's eyes went wide as she let out another yelp as his hand pressed forward against her more. Albedo used the opportunity to his advantage and used his right middle finger to search out the shy girl's clitoris. He could always act as if that last jolt had caused Oria to become ill and explain away the circumstances to her sister. "We should be able to see my city once we reach the top of this coming hill. That forest over there was the home of a witch until my men captured her recently.”He deftly kept Talida looking away from her sister and thinking that his full attention was on her. She big her lip hard and closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against the seat. She couldn't help but open her legs and felt him brush her dress. "hmff.” Talida smiled “Just right over... You arrested a witch? A real witch? “She asked as she looked out the window to the land around them. "A witch that could control the minds of men using some vile potion I hear. She practiced all kinds of strange arts and rituals in the forest. It was causing quite a stir in Galihodh.”Albedo idly ran his fingers through Talida's hair again while his right hand stimulated her sister more and more vigorously. He'd pressed her dress hard against her folds and was constantly rubbing and attacking her most precious spot. Talida listened and frowned ".Did she kill someone to be arrested ? “ Talida leaned her head into his hand softly as a hand rested on his thigh. Oria's mind was going crazy as his hand rubbed her. She was turning bright red and her eyes closed tight as she bit her lip. She couldn’t' cry out or stop him. She didn't know what to do. Her legs were trembling and her skin felt like it was burning. Between her legs she felt so much pressure building. Albedo, sensing Oria's reaction brought his hand away from her dress and rested it once more on the cushion between the two of them. "The witch has not killed a man to our knowledge but she has used her powers to swindle several innocents. She's being brought to my city to be put on trial for her deeds. Everyone deserves a right to defend themselves against accusations after all.”He rubbed Talida's shoulder and smiled down at her. Right after doing so he shot Oria a playful smirk. Talida nodded as she looked out the window again and felt his hand on her shoulder. She leaned her head down and brushed her chin against his hand. Oria gasped out and squeezed her legs together and hid her face in her hands. Such a powerful emotion from just a simple touch. This might of been a bad idea, she though in her head. Within moments the carriage cleared the top of the hill and the view opened up to show acres upon acres of farm land surrounding a gleaming white city that shown brilliantly in the waning sun. Albedo pointed to the massive structure in the center of the city and said, "That is where you'll be staying with me, my ladies. The Royal Palace, the only other guests I have entertained until now have all been foreign royalty or Lord's of my own domain and their family.”The massive Palace towered over the city's building with several grand spires and the top of the main building peaking over the walls that surrounded the complex. The impressive stone wall that stood between the castle and the city was covered in runes and had several armed soldiers patrolling the length. "In a few minutes we'll pass through the city walls and you catch a quick glimpse of the market life before the sun sets." “It’s... wonderful! “Talida gasped out as she pulled from his embrace and looked out the window. “... It’s the biggest town I've ever seen..and the castle! “She was in awe as her bright eyes tried to see everything. Oria just lifted her head softly up and peered out her side of the window. Her face flushed and her lips trembling. Albedo took that moment while Talida was distracted to firmly grasp Oria's hand and give her a comforting squeeze. He could see how easily she'd been shaken by his actions. It was hard enough for him to control his own excitement at seeing how strongly he had affected her. However Talida discovering how he'd toyed with her sister wouldn't be the best plan if he was to have them both. Oria felt his hand and looked to him softly. Her doe eyes soft and sparkling. Her bottom lip plum and her mouth open. Talida smiled “This is going to be so much fun, My lord. I cannot wait to explore.. “ Her own voice excited and robust. "We can walk the final stretch to the castle once we enter the city if you're both up to it. I'm certain the shop keepers will be happy to welcome you both personally to our fair city. I'm not entirely sure that Oria is up to such activity though.”He said smiling down on the elder sister. Talida looked over to her sister “What is the matter with you? Are you sick from riding?.. “She rolled her eyes. “I say .. She gets sick over anything “ She then smiled at the Lord. “I would love to walk about.. “ Oria looked away as anger filled her. Her hands balled up into fists as she looked out the window. She gritted her teeth. Albedo smiled to himself at how immature the sisters acted toward each other. "Now now, It's best if you both get along. Having concern for your family is an honorable trait.”He patted one of Oria's hands bringing her attention to him, "Do you feel well enough for one more stroll with me, my dear?"

Chapter 2 - More Than Hermione Can Handle

Sorry this took so long, hope it was worth the wait. *********************************** Hermione opened her eyes slowly. She was lying on her back, looking up at a high stone ceiling with vaulted arches. The arches weren't supported by any columns, which Hermione found irksome, but, decided it wasn't that important right now. It worried her that she couldn't remember what she had been doing before she was here. She sat up straight and looked around. She was naked in a rather large bed with very soft white sheets and many, many pillows. What. The. Fuck. Sitting on a rather comfortable looking chair next to the bed, was Harry Potter. He was naked as well, and Hermione was surprised to see that he hadn't modified his prick at all. It was certainly longer and thicker than your average prick, but, it didn't compare to the thing he had fucked her with last week. I guess it'll have to do, she thought. He had enlarged her breasts again, though. They were very firm, so, that even given their huge size, they stuck out from her chest, perfectly round. Hermione felt that was a bit selfish of him, modifying her body for his enjoyment, but not his. "You remember last time'" asked Harry. Hermione nodded, not meeting Harry's eyes. "You really enjoyed yourself didn't you'" Hermione looked away, rolling her shoulders forward, as if she was subconsciously trying to hide her over large tits from his view. "Don't be like that; you came while I fucked you." Harry sounded exasperated. "I did not," Hermione sputtered, turning to look at Harry. He was grinning in a way that seemed as though he was very pleased with himself. "I know for a fact that you did. I bet you came harder than you ever had before while I fucked your stretched out cunt." Hermione lowered her eyes again. "I don't..." "Enough, you did. Now, keep in mind, if you do what I tell you to, you will enjoy yourself immensely. I don't want to have to bind you all the time. So, knowing what you'll get out of it, and knowing that you'll forget this when we leave this room, will you do what I tell you and let me fuck you' Of course, if you say no, I'm perfectly happy to repeat last week." Thinking of her 'suffering' from last week, Hermione felt her pussy moisten a little bit. "Ok," Hermione said quietly. "Good," said Harry, "come over here and suck me off." Hermione looked at Harry's impressive cock and swallowed in nervous anticipation. "I don't know... It's so big. Did you change me like last time'" "Not your throat, no. I believe that you can handle it. Now, are you going to do what you were told'" Hermione nodded, and climbed out of the bed. Kneeling in front of Harry, who was still seated in his chair, Hermione put her hands flat on her thighs and lowered her pink lips to the tip of Harry's dick. Her mouth formed a neat O as it stretched around the head of Harry's still quite large cock. She slowly lowered her head towards Harry's lap, filling her mouth until, about halfway down, she felt it press against the back of her throat. Hermione hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She knew that he wanted her to go deeper, but, every time she tried to go any farther, Harry's dick pressed against her tonsils and made her gag, and reflexively pull back. She tried this a few times but was unable to overcome her own gag reflex. After a minute of enjoying the feelings of Hermione fighting to swallow his prick, Harry decided to give her some help. Wrapping his fingers into her thick, chestnut hair, Harry held Hermione's head steady and stood up. Hermione didn't have time to react to the sudden movement. Harry's hand prevented her from pulling her head back, and as the angle of her mouth shifted, there was nothing to prevent Harry's thick cock from sliding deep into Hermione's throat. Hermione grabbed at Harry's thighs in a desperate attempt to keep from falling backwards. Harry was standing over her, and, were it not for his hand on the back of her head, she would have already fallen over. She had been unready for him to suddenly push down her throat like that, and was choking around his large prick, making a gargling noise that she was sure Harry was enjoying. Harry pulled his hips back a few inches, leaving the head still lodged in Hermione's throat, before he pushed all the way in again, leaving Hermione's nose nestled amongst Harry's dark hairs. He did this a few times in quick succession never allowing Hermione to breathe until, finally, he pulled all 8" from her mouth. Hermione collapsed to the cold stone floor, retching and coughing up thick strands of spittle, a few of which dripped down her chin. "Feels pretty good to do it the normal way too," Harry said. "You did very well. How was it for you'" Hermione blinked up at Harry, swallowing nervously. Once she had regained her breath, she said, in a hoarse voice, "I... I think I can do it that deep if you want, but... you need to let me breathe." "Okay," said Harry, "Let's try that again. I'll hold you and you do the moving." Hermione nodded in agreement, and with Harry's hands supporting her, she spread her lips around Harry's cock again. This time, when the tip pushed against the back of her throat, Hermione found that by relaxing and swallowing, and with a little push from Harry, she could take him into her into her throat. Pausing a second, she swallowed around him, adjusting to the feel of it. She pulled her head back, allowing her the chance to breathe through her nose, then pushed up into his cock again, deeper this time. Moving at her own, slow pace, Hermione took advantage of the opportunity to note the new sensations in her throat. It was different from last week, in that her neck hadn't been magically altered. Even with the thick saliva that was coating Harry's cock, she could tell her throat was going to be quite raw by the end of this. On the other hand, she had a better chance to really feel the shape of his prick, the heat of it. She was sure it was getting even bigger in her mouth, swelling with his excitement. She could feel his heartbeat racing against her tongue. She raised her eyes to look up at his body, his stomach hard, his arms reaching out to hold her, one hand holding his wand near to her head, his mouth curled into the slightest of smiles, and his eyes... pleased. It may not be comfortable, but, Hermione felt, she did rather enjoy this. The way that he was looking at her, almost in awe. She did quite like that. It wasn't long before Hermione hit her stride, moving her head forward onto Harry's prick, and then back, quickly, but, with enough time for Hermione to grab a short breathe here and there. The rhythm was clearly good for Harry too, as he was clearly holding his breath in an effort not to let out a moan. Even so, a short burst would escape from his mouth every now and then. Of course, she could also feel his fingers tightening and twisting in her hair, see his stomach tense. She could tell how much he liked this, even though he was trying to hide it. Harry pulled her off of his dick, leaving strands of saliva stretching from Hermione's pert lips. Hermione looked up at Harry with confusion on her face, her mouth hanging slightly open. She was certain that he had been enjoying himself, and couldn't understand why he would choose to stop her. "I appreciate your enthusiasm," Harry said, maintaining that half smile. "Now that my dick is wet enough, we're going to try something a little different." Harry offered his hand to her, to help pull her from her knees. "What do you mean, something different'" Hermione asked, standing and looking at Harry. Harry put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and turned her to the large bed, pushing her forward, so that she was bent over the soft white bed, her legs straight, her back flat towards the bed, and her rear facing up at Harry. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass." Hermione squeaked and tried to jerk away, only to realize that she was constrained again, held by her wrists and ankles. "You can't, I've never done that before, it'll hurt me," said Hermione in an unnaturally high and girlish voice, even as her cunt tightened and grew wetter. She tried to free herself again, wriggling her hips from side to side. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you," said Harry, "I've taken care of that. Also, I made this so you would have something to do while I fucked you." Harry waved his wand, and Hermione felt her mouth push open and her throat expand. She felt something push into her and then at the right moment, pull back, giving her a chance to breath. She wasn't sure if she was having her mouth fucked by a phantom prick, or if her body was just reacting as if she was. Ultimately she decided that it didn't matter as the effect was the same. Hermione was left making quiet whimpers and unable to turn her head to see what Harry was doing. She felt something pushing against her rear entrance, and slowly, felt her ass start to expand, until finally, her resistance gave way. Hermione moaned as best she could. The feeling was intense. It wasn't painful, as she had worried, her bum had expanded to accommodate Harry's thick cock, and there was little friction. It felt much thicker than it had in her mouth, but, she thought that might just be a part of the anal experience. As Harry pushed farther into her, she was astounded at how deep within her she could feel him, even though he had done nothing to modify himself and at the degree of sensitivity that she felt. The head of his prick was clearly distinct, and she thought that she might even be able to feel the bulging veins running around it. Hermione gasped again around the phantom cock in her mouth as Harry started to pull back. When he had entered her, Hermione had enjoyed the sense of fullness, the stretching of her insides, but, it hadn't felt good like this. She loved him sliding out of her, her ass was tingling, and when just the tip of his prick remained inside of her, the emptiness was unbearable. Harry drove his cock all the way into Hermione's ass, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Again, he slowly, pulled out, leaving her moaning in desperation, before slamming into her once more. His hips slammed into hers, pushing her entire body as far forward as her invisible bonds would allow, his balls slapped against her dripping twat. Her pussy was growing hotter, tightening. Not only were the feelings in her ass extremely pleasant in their own right, she could feel the pressure from Harry's cock deep in her cunt. Harry wrapped his fingers in Hermione's thick hair again, pulling her head back, arching her back, and giving him the leverage to push his cock slightly further into Hermione's stretched anus. It was too much for Hermione to think about. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Harry pounded her from behind. Her ass and cunt both tightened as a knot of pleasure formed in her stomach. Deep in her stomach, deeper than his cock could possibly reach, the feeling grew and grew, her entire body grew overly sensitive with it. The steady smack of his balls on her cunt caused her cunt to twitch, the shock from Harry's cock bottoming out ran up her spine to her scalp, where the individual follicles of hair were tingling from the pressure exerted on them. Her cunt was quivering, her legs were tensed, and the cock in her mouth was pounding away even faster, until, finally, when she felt that she simply couldn't stay like this anymore, she burst. Waves rolled up and down her body as she tensed and released. Her ass clamped tight around Harry still moving fast inside her. She could hear inhuman noises escaping around the unseen cock in her mouth. Her entire body was on fire and she was consumed by it, until an eternity later, she collapsed forward onto the bed, squashing her oversized tits beneath her with Harry still deep in her ass, her lips stretched wide around an invisible prick, barely able to breathe through her nostrils. "Wow, you are a little slut aren't you, having an orgasm from being fucked in the bum'" Hermione just lay there, struggling to recover her senses, when Harry stopped moving, his prick still inside her. "Well, I didn't cum yet, so we're going to keep doing that, ok'" Hermione tried to nod, but, barely managed to move her head. Harry waved his wand and the phantom cock disappeared. While gasping for breath, Hermione managed to say, "yes.... more..." "Alright then, let's have some fun," and with that, Harry recommenced fucking her. He wasn't moving as forcefully as he had been, but, Hermione was pleased to note that her stretched asshole felt even more stretched around his thick prick than it had before. Hermione lay with her face on the bed, ass high in the air, luxuriating in the sensations running up her body. Even though she had been well and truly fucked, she felt that her ass was getting tighter with every stroke of Harry's cock. It was so large inside her, she could feel him fucking her stomach. She could feel his cock swelling in her intestines, growing longer and thicker. It was growing. Hermione snapped back to attentiveness, and looked back at Harry. He was muttering with his eyes closed, his wand moving across his dick when it pulled out of her. It was growing huge inside her, thicker even, than it had been last week. She moaned, feeling the huge prick push her insides out of the way. Harry couldn't fuck her very quickly, but, he didn't need to, the sensation of utter fullness was almost enough on its own. Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the new feelings of having something nhumanly large inside of her. It was almost too much, but, the stretching, the ightness, was amazing. She could already feel another orgasm building inside her. Hermione could hear Harry murmuring, "Yea, that's it, that's it. Like that." Now it was too much. "Harry," Hermione said worriedly, "it's starting to hurt." "I'm almost there, hold on." "No, it's hurting too much, you have to..." "Silencio." Hermione glared angrily at Harry as he continued fucking her. The cock was too big, and what had been mild discomfort in her hips and anal passage, now brought tears to her eyes. Harry tried to fuck her harder, but he could barely move inside Hermione's ass, it was so tight. It didn't matter. "I'm going to cum in your ass, Hermione. I'm going to cum." Hermione waited for several seconds, trying to endure the deep pain in her hips long enough to get this over with, but nothing happened. Looking back at Harry, she saw shock on his face, as he said, "I can't... I need to, but, I can't." Enough. Hermione acted quickly, freeing her hand and summoning her wand. Harry looked up to see her shout, "Stupendo!" before he was knocked unconscious. No longer supporting himself, Harry's body started to fall backwards, slowly pulling the length of Harry's cock from the inside of Hermione's ass. It was painful, but by the time Hermione had freed the rest of her limbs, only the huge head remained stuck inside her. Hermione pushed with her legs and finally, Harry's cock popped free and he fell backwards onto the hard stone. Hermione turned to look at him and moving to stand, but was struck in the face with a jet of hot cum. No longer constrained by Hermione's hip bones, Harry's cock finally was able to expel all of the trapped semen, doing so with enough force to knock Hermione back onto the bed. Opening her eyes carefully through the cum, Hermione saw foot long ropes of thick cum arcing down to splatter all over her body, soaking the white sheets of the bed. When she was sure that the bombardment was over, Hermione carefully sat up and wiped the cum from her face, and started to check herself for injuries. That fucking idiot. She had slight fractures all throughout her hip bones, and related bruising in her colon. He had made her insides elastic, but, hadn't done anything to her bones. It was easy enough to fix the damage, but, frankly, she was lucky that her hips hadn't cracked, or even separated. Hermione looked over at Harry and felt her anger seethe. The idiot wanted an impossible prick, but didn't consider the implications it would have on her frame. Then he ignored her! At that point, Hermione noted that she hadn't really wanted him to treat her opinions with respect. Indeed, she had been quite enjoying playing the innocent that he was taking advantage of. And anal orgasms were apparently fantastic, at least when things went as planned. Maybe she was just upset because she hadn't cum. Harry's prick was still hard, and had large beads of his cum slowly rolling down the shaft. Hermione wringed the semen out of her hair before using her wand to wipe the rest away. She climbed out of the bed to better examine Harry's ... dick tower. It was so thick that even using both hands, Hermione couldn't wrap her fingers around the entire thing, and came up about to her waist when she was standing. Ridiculous as it was, Hermione felt her cunt starting to grow wet again. Licking some of the salty cum left on Harry's cock, Hermione smiled. She was going to finish what he had started. Hermione levitated herself so that she was kneeling in midair. She quickly shrunk her tits to their normal size for the sake of balance. She went about correcting Harry's oversights re modifications to her body, and then positioned herself over Harry's monumental cock. Reaching behind her, Hermione felt her asshole with her fingers. It was still gaping slightly, and Hermione found that it was very easy to slip several fingers into her. Still a little worried, Hermione slowly lowered herself onto the enormous cock. When she was resting on top of it, with the tip pushing into her gaping hole, Hermione let gravity take over. Slowly, she started to slide down, impaling herself on Harry's cock pillar. Even with the magical lubrication, it was slow going as the head stretched Hermione's anus impossibly wide. Hermione was fast learning how much she loved that stretching feeling. Once her asshole finally wrapped around the thickest part of Harry's cock, gravity took over again, and Hermione's body quickly slipped down the better part of a foot, before getting the wind knocked out of her. Finding it difficult to breathe, Hermione realized that her ribcage was resting on top of Harry's shaft, compressing her lungs. Hermione levitated herself back up a couple of inches, seeing a bulge move down into her stomach, feeling as if her insides were being pulled out underneath her. Then she leaned back, and lowered herself once more onto Harry. She watched as the bulge in her stomach grew, pulling her skin up with it, until the shape of the head was clearly distinguishable through her stretched stomach. This was enough. Hermione couldn't wait any longer and certainly couldn't take any more, so, she made her body levitate up and then down about 2 inches, just enough to feel this titan moving inside her. Hermione dropped her wand and put both her hands on the cock bulge, feeling it grow and subside as she moved up and down. Her entire body full of cock. Hermione came within a minute. The sensations were too much to even try to manage and instead, she just got lost in them, as she squirted over Harry's legs, another first for her. Exhausted, Hermione collapsed backwards, leaning over Harry's unconscious body, held aloft by the cock clearly visible protruding from her stomach. Her hair flowing behind her, still dripping cum onto Harry's face, Hermione wondered how she was going to get off of him. She was worried. Even though this experience had been unreal, she was going to have to a lot more cautious with Harry in the future. His imagination and almost childlike fixation with extreme size seemed to be outpacing feasibility and he might really hurt her on accident. Maybe not even on accident. She would have to be careful next time they did this. Her cunt tightened again at the thought of the next time. ********************************** Ronald Weasley ran through the halls of Hogwarts pushing students out of the way. Hermione had told him to meet her in the room that they had been using for sex and he was not going to miss this. The past two weeks, she had been insatiable. Her blowjobs had been fantastic, she could swallow his entire prick and lick his bollocks, and make him cum in a matter of minutes. Then she would swallow all of his cum, make him hard again and order him to fuck her until she orgasmed, usually at least twice. He skidded into the room and sealed the door behind him. He looked across the dark stone floor to see Hermione bent over on her knees on a large white bed, her round bum facing towards him. Face on the bed, looking back at him, Hermione smiled slightly and digging her fingers into her ass, pulled her cheeks apart, giving Ron a clear view of her tight little asshole. "Hey, if it's okay with you, I thought we might try something a little different today..."

Chapter 1 - Reification

A young man is sitting in front of his computer typing away.  He was bored and run out of interesting porn on the internet.  Surprisingly, he actually had no work to do and felt mildly creative.  He'd written a steamy story about a young woman who looked and acted suspiciously like a girl he'd known from high school.  She was an absolutely gorgeous blonde.  Barely 5' tall, her hair was golden blonde, her skin pale almost to the point of being see through.  Her crisp blue eyes glitter in the sunlight and her full lips are a vivid pink.  Honestly, Aiden writes, she looks like she's wearing lipstick without needing to wear lipstick.  Despite being a short and very thin girl, she could barely weigh 100 pounds, he wrote, but her tits were nicely sized, given her frame (she always had a solid inch, at least, worth of cleavage in her lowcut tank tops), and, he imagined, topped with light pink nipples that slowly grew harder as he thought about them.  The Nordic beauty was as cold in person as she looked, but, every now and then, she'd make a subtle comment and you'd realize exactly what sort of devious mind was working behind those azure eyes.  Aiden extrapolated those deviant thoughts into a deviant story about her coming to his door and fucking him in ways he could only imagine.  Satisfied with his creation and reasonably horny, Aiden decided that he was done for the evening and just wanted to find something worth masturbating to.  Ctrl+S. As Aiden goes for the Google, he hears a knock at the door.  It's quite late at night, so, he approaches the door warily.  Prepared to fight whatever hooligan is about to break into his apartment when... "Lauren?" "No, my name's Linda."  "Wait, you're... ?" "I'm here for you, Aiden." "...Why?" "Because I think you're cute.  As long as I've known you, I've wanted you, but, until tonight, I haven't been able to work up the nerve to come to you." "So, you're..." "Don't say anything, just let me in," Linda said in a quiet, yet, assertive tone. Linda, (not Lauren), pushes her way into the room.  She stands in front of Aiden, with her short blond hair cut in a cute bob, wearing an old fashioned trench coat and, seemingly, nothing else, looking for all the world, exactly like the Lauren that Aiden had been writing about. The trenchcoat drops to the floor.  Aiden had been mostly right about the degree of nudity of the woman in front of him.  She was wearing nothing but her panties, her indescribably perfect breasts open to view.  They're somehow better than he imagined, full with just the right amount of sag.  "Is teardrop the right descriptor", he thought hurriedly.  The underwear she was the exact same light pink as her erect nipples, and could barely be considered anything other than a thong.  Lace and other frilleries barely covered her sex and as she turned to drop her coat (why she chose to turn around to do that is a matter for metaphysical contemplation), her underwear somehow clinged to the luscious curves of her pert ass while showing the majority of the surface area as well.  Succinctly, the clothes she was still wearing were nigh indistinguishable from the contours of her own pale flesh. Without description of how he took of his clothes, Aiden stood there in the crisp white briefs that he'd worn since he was a child and had found himself unwilling to abandon as he grew older.  Linda wriggled up to him, on her knees.  She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his briefs, slowly releasing Aiden's astoundingly average penis, though, it did point slightly stage left (point, not bend). Linda looked up at him, a lascivious smile on her pink lips.  "This is what I want." She pointed her tongue at the section where Aiden's balls hung from his shaft and pressed in, wriggling slightly until she slowly, wetly, dragged her tongue up the bottom of his prick with just enough force to ensure that if he hadn't already been at full mast, he definitely would be by now. "Well, that's nice," Linda commented, "You're all hard just for little old me?" Aiden, still quite confused, nodded in affirmation. "Why don't we  you put that thing to good use and fuck me with it?" Linda laid herself across Aiden's noncomputer desk that had no papers or soda cans on it, flattening her gorgeous tits beneath her and exposing her small but perfectly round ass to Aiden. Moving the mostly decorative fabric of her panties out of the way, Linda put her index and middle fingers of both hands between her pink pussy lips and pulling them taut, exposing her gaping cunt to Aiden, while her little fingers curled into her asshole. "You can fuck me any way you like, so long as you really pound me." In a daze, Aiden lined up his painfully hard prick with Linda's wet snatch and slowly pushed into her, savoring the moment.  Linda exhaled slowly in pace with the penetration, until his entire cock was nestled inside her.  Pulling himself backout, Aiden established a slow but steady rythm of fucking. Linda moaned, "Yea, fuck me, tell me how tight my pussy is.  Tell me how good it feels fucking me..." Apparently, Aiden's response wasn't fast enough or convincing enough, because, Linda went on, "It's not tight enough for you baby?  You're tough to please, aren't you?  Alright, I'll make it tighter for you.  Just, you be patient." Linda licked her fingers slowly, dragging her tongue up across her lightly painted nails.  Then, she started to push her fingers through her pink lips.  Once she got to the middle knuckles, Linda smiled and bit down on her fingers before pulling them back out,"You can watch me and fuck me at the same time, don't stop." Aiden started, realizing he'd stopped moving.  He rather jerkily started fucking her again as she resumed sucking her fingers.  Without any preamble, Linda jammed her hand into her throat.  Her lips stretched painfully around her knuckles, her cunt tightened around Aiden's prick in rythm with the wet sounds of her gagging. Linda roughly fisted her throat for a few short seconds before drawing them out covered in her spittle.  Then, to Aiden's incredible surprise, Linda pushed two of her wet fingers into her tiny pink asshole, eliciting a girlish moan from her.  Those knuckes that were so recently tickling a uvula were now rubbing against Aiden's cock through the thin membranes that separated them. "Yea, that's still not tight enough for you is it?  Maybe you need more?" Ignoring the teasing? taunting? Aiden started to pound into Linda's backside as the rest of her hand slipped into her anus. The moaning was gone now, Linda was grunting between barely spoken words, "Yea, that's I meant, nnnggh, when I said to pound me...aaah, yea, cum while I jerk you off through my ass." And, ignoring Aiden's understanding of the laws of biology, Linda's fingers wrapping around his cock proved too much for him.  His fingers dug into her pure round ass, bruising the delicate white skin, as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Then, Aiden saw Linda standing naked in front of him, with little knowledge of how she got there licking the last dollop of his cum from her fingers.  She then put on her coat, kissed him on the cheek, the smell of cum heavy on her lips, and walked out the door. Aiden collapsed naked into his seat in front of his computer. "Holy fuck, she's sluttier than I wrote her."

Chapter 1 - Surrounded by Incompetence

Everything had gone to shit. The blasted funeral was completely out of hand. The karking people of Ferrix were running wild. Fighting in the streets. Her escort was nowhere to be seen, and Captain Tigo had quite clearly lost control of the situation. She hoped that the man would at least have the decency of getting killed in the insurrection, because punishment for his incompetence would most certainly be worse. But what was much worse, Dedra had lost control of the situation. And if there was one thing Dedra Meero hated more than anything, it was not being in control. Her cheeks were flush with the red of embarrassment and fluster. Losing her weapon, losing her cool when things had escalated… unthinkable, all of it. And worst of all, she’d been pulled out by a snivelling little shit… shit, maybe it was her pulse, the adrenaline of the situation, but she couldn’t remember his name. She remembered having him in an interview room. A suck-up. One of the local ingrates that had been fired after the first Ferrix screw-up. He was related to this whole thing somehow, wasn’t he? ‘No need to thank me’… good grief, the utterly unbecoming smugness on his face. If she still had her blaster, she might have shot him, just to make sure he could never tell anyone about the state she was in. But her weapon was gone, and she’d dropped the piece of junk she’d reached for in a panic when he had caught her arm. So she had to get her bearings like this, suffering the indignation of his touch, suffering the grin on his face, desperately trying to curtail her racing heart. There was no way this karking situation could possibly get worse. Until it did. Dedra’s ears still deaf with the hammers of her own heart and the rushing of her blood, she did not hear the door to the ramshackle warehouse slide open. Her field of vision still narrowed by adrenaline and largely taken up by her self-absorbed would-be saviour, she could not see the danger until it was too late. Cyril for his part… Cyril, that was his name, it occurred to her only now, he was far too absorbed in whatever moment he clearly thought they were having. With a sudden, nauseatingly moist impact, he disappeared from view. Struck in the back of the head with something that looked like a brick, he collapsed limp like a sack of Ruva grain. Dedra found herself face to face with the assailant. A gruff man with a scraggly beard in dirty work overalls, the kind they all wore in this backwater shithole of a planet. Dedra instinctively raised her hands to shield her face, and instead his heavy hand sunk into her stomach. It knocked the wind right out of her. She doubled over, gasping for air. For a brief moment, the pain brought clarity. There was footfall around her. More of the locals. Too many to fight. She knew what she had to do. With a swift motion, summoning the very last of her discipline, she fished the code-stick from her pocket, snapped it, and launched it into the scrap. At least these animals wouldn't get imperial codes out of… whatever was about to happen. A kick hit her in the side, hard enough to make her scream. Panic set in, and with the flood of pain, the new surge of adrenaline and terror flushed any semblance of decorum from her mind. Dedra wanted to scream, wanted to beg, wanted to struggle, but instead she was overwhelmed with almost casual ease. Strong arms caught her flailing limbs and gloved fingers dug painfully into her arms. Her cries for help got choked out as someone forced a thick, filthy work glove between her teeth. A sack cloth was pulled over her head. She made a last, panicked attempt at bucking, as she could feel herself lifted off the ground. Dedra could not see the blow coming, but it came swift and hard, cracked her right in the side of the head, and for the moment, merciful darkness enveloped her. * When she came to, Dedra was still groggy from the pain. Her body felt bruised and sore from head to toe. Her skull was ringing something brutal, and she briefly worried the blackness in her vision was due to injury, before she became fully aware of the blindfold that was tightly clamped around her face. The panic threatened to return. Slowly the situation she was in dawned on her. Her arms were twisted to her back and shackled with heavy duty mag-cuffs. Her legs were similarly bound. She was laying face down on cold, hard ground, and she could feel the coarse surface biting into her tender skin. For, and the realisation sent a chill down her spine, it occurred to her that she was stark naked.

Chapter 1 - In Which a MAN Is Introduced to Recreational DRUGS

Dean did not approve of genmods.  Looking down at the pills in his hand, he understood the hypocrisy of his actions, but, that didn't stop him from taking a sip of water and swallowing the pills.  It seemed obvious in retrospect how the small steps along the way had led him here, but, it hadn't seemed that way at the time.  Even more so, he worried where he was going that he couldn't yet see.   Dean and his wife, Kai, had gotten married young, in their early 20's.  It'd been a few years, and they were both still quite happy.  Fate had been kind, sparing them the myriad sufferings that make up the average life, and they were both very committed to each other, though the old fights still popped up in new forms.  Dean was a rather conservative individual, resistant to change, and, by the standards of his time, pretty religious.  It would have been barely noticeable a half century earlier, but, things change.  Dean felt that the body was something important, an integral part of what you were, and something that shouldn't just be changed for fun.   Kai did not share her husband's convictions.  She loved him, but, just didn't feel strongly on the subject.  If something felt good, and it didn't hurt anyone, eh.1   Kai had always been rather suspicious of her looks.  She was pretty, and had a nice body, but, she couldn't help but nitpick.2  She was shorter than she'd like to be, and her wide hips made her look stumpy.3  Worse, she didn't have the tits to go with her hips and ass.4  Finally, there was the assorted skin blemishes that are the subject of far too much worry.   Kai decided she'd start with her breasts.  Just for sex.  She liked all her clothes and didn't care if other people thought she was hot, but, she did care about her husband, and knew he'd like it if hers were bigger.  She got a mod from one of her friends who had a connection.  She then cut it into pieces, so she could build into bigger tits.  The mods had a passive safety built in, so, they expired after a set period of time, allowing Kai bigger tits during fucking, but, no long term changes.   Initially, she only took a fifth of a pill before fucking Dean, giving her perky tits a nice plumpness.  However, she enjoyed how sensitive they were, and how much Dean liked to suck on them when they were bigger, so, soon she was taking a full pill each time, giving her luscious C cups.  She thought that she'd built slowly enough that Dean wouldn't notice the gradual change, but, she'd been far less subtle than she thought.  One night, prior to sex, Dean walked in on her with the pills and started one of their worst fights.   Admittedly, ignoring the religious element, Dean's concerns with genmods had some justification.  Genmods were highly illegal at the time (in the same classification as Boilers5 and Sleepers6), and even possession carried a serious threat of prison time.  Those laws were almost never enforced, and genmods were readily and cheaply available, but, Dean was wary of them on their legal basis alone.  Being illegal, they were unregulated, and there was also the likelihood of getting a bad batch.  While, the passive safeties did prevent anyone from "getting stuck that way," there could still be some very negative short term side effects until then if one took a bad pill.7   Kai's positions, however, were easier to argue.  She liked her bigger tits, he liked her bigger tits, everyone was on the same page.  Nothing had gone wrong, and nothing probably was going to go wrong.  Eventually, the simplicity of her argument wore Dean out.  He admitted that the genmods were fun and probably wouldn't cause any harm.   The next time they fucked, Kai was a redhead.   Even though he'd agreed that she could use them, Kai still tried to ease her husband into the world of possibilities of mods.  For a long time, she stuck with minor cosmetics, hair color, eye color, adding to her breasts, or taking some fat off her thighs.  Dean found that he didn't mind these changes, and, though he still didn't approve of the pills, he considered them to be no worse than his own taste for bourbon.  They were just small changes, after all.   This justification worked fine until Dean came home to be greeted by the youthful blonde face of Sofia Anderson8.  Dean was sure that he'd never come harder than he did in her tight teen's ass.9   After that, Kai knew she had won.  Before, Dean could always argue that he was just going along with the mods because his wife was into it, but, not anymore.  He'd been the one to roleplay fucking a teenage pop star in the ass, and he'd liked it too.  Guilty as he was about it, he wanted Kai to keep using them, not for her, but for himself.10  She started bringing home every different bodmod she thought was sexy.  She was a tall bronzed tribal woman, a particularly short, but, large breasted Japanese woman, and every gorgeous actress/singer/famous woman in recent history that had ever gotten Dean hard.   This continued for several weeks, until they had gone through all the obvious choices, and started moving into weirder shit.11  Finally, the day came that he'd always feared.   "Dean, I've been taking all these mods to look good for you, but, you've never taken any mods.  I don't want to force you into anything you don't want, and certainly not anything too weird, but, I'd like you to try one."  She interrupted his protestations, "There's a pill that just increases your penis size and adds these sort of bumped ridges along it. It's little more than a ribbed condom, but, I think I'd like to try it.  It's not that I think your dick isn't enough, I'd just like to try something else.  Really, it seems reasonable compared to what we've been doing, with you pretending I'm all these different women you have crushes on."12   Ultimately, Dean consented, that she was asking a very small thing of him, and it was the least he could do.  If she wanted to fuck a large bumpy dick, he should do what he could to make her happy.   And so, Dean found himself in his bathroom, holding two pills in his hand13.  They were small and circular with an ornate 'e' on them.14   He downed them with a glass of water and walked out to his wife.  She was lying on the bed, already naked.  She'd decided to be natural tonight, to reassure her husband.15   "So, you said they'd take ten minutes or so?" Dean asked.   "That's how long it's taken for me.  You'll feel some tingling, then it'll start getting hotter.  It might hurt a bit for a minute, but, it'll fade.  We can wait until it's done before we start, if you want."   "No, its fine," Dean responded.   Dean lay in the bed with Kai, and started kissing her slowly.  Kai pushed her body against Dain, her fingers digging into his back.  Dean kissed down her body, his tongue circling her nipple.  He bit down gently, eliciting a small moan from Kai.  Flicking the other nipple with his fingers, he continued his downward trek, until finally, he reached her pussy.  Dean slowly licked up the length of Kai's cunt, collecting the sweet drops that had started to form.  Kai shuddered when Dean's tongue finally ran over her clit.  He proceeded to lick around her clit briefly before falling into a pattern flicking it with the tip of his tongue up and down and up and down.  Kai's eyes were closed, lips spread into a smile, while she teased her own breasts.   "I think it's happening," Dean said as his dick started to feel different.16  "Come up here, I want to watch."   It was definitely happening.  Dean's cock was definitely getting hotter and appeared to be swelling in size.  Worryingly, it seemed to be getting thicker and fleshy, like the skin of his abdomen was growing around it, rather than developing ridges.    "I don't think this looks right," he said nervously.     "Hold on, it's probably just an intermediate stage.  Sometimes my tits get really droopy before filling out.  It's just a middle step," Kai replied.   This continued for about a half a minute while Dean's cock was completely engulfed in a very thick sheath.17   Dean couldn't open his eyes, the feeling was too much for him.  It wasn't painful, but, it was too strong a feeling to think about anything else. He didn't open his eyes until he felt a surge in his cock, and he heard his wife shriek.   He could see his cock rapidly extending out of the fleshy section that had built up.  It was thicker than a coke can and already a foot long.  The most noticeable new feature was an even thicker flat flare where the head used to be.    "I'm so sorry, honey, you must have gotten the wrong pill.  It'll be fine, we'll just wait it out, and It’ll be fine in an hour.  I'm so sorry."   Dean couldn't hear Kai's attempts to reassure him.  The double dose had hit him hard, and he was consumed in his still growing cock, feeling like a building orgasm made of fire.  He couldn't hear his wife, he didn't notice his hair growing shaggier, into a sort of mullet, and he didn't notice his thigh and ass muscles growing more and more bulky.  All he could think about was the rolling perpetual almost cumming in his massive equine cock.   And then it stopped.  He focused on his wife's face.  Dean felt as if he'd been denied the best orgasm of his life.  He heard Kai say, "are you doing okay?," but didn't really hear her.  He was breathing heavily and could smell his wife's cunt, still quite wet, despite the events of the past few minutes.  He needed to cum.  He needed to breed.  He needed to fill a womb with his seed.   Dean stood up.  Kai looked up at him, eyes wide at the giant cock in front of her.  It was 20" long and thicker than a coke can wither the flare spread even wider.  It was a pinkish color covered in light fuzz.  Kai halfheartedly pleaded, "wait..." but she had no illusions as to what would happen next.   Dean pulled Kai up by her ankles, laying her flat on her back.  Dean lined his monster cock up with her cunt and slammed his hips forward.  Kai screamed as her pussy was unceremoniously filled with horse cock.  Dean hit bottom after only a few inches, Kai's cunt too tight at the moment.  Kai whispered, "slow," as Dean pulled his hips back to hammer deeper into her cunt.  Every thrust added another inch of depth as Dean pounded his wife.  His thickly muscled legs and back gave him inhuman power as well.  With each thrust, he battered down his wife's interior defenses, forcing more and more of his cock inside her.   Kai was nothing.  She couldn't think or feel anything other than the cock filling her.  She was nothing but a cock sleeve, there was nothing but the powerful thrusts emptying her out and filling her back up.  Her hands were on her stomach, where she could feel the thick bulge of Dean's flare pushing up and out of her.  Her entire body was tensed around the glorious cock.  It felt so good, so good, so good.   Dean was nearing his climax, and the violent thrusts started coming even faster.  Dean was leaned over his wife, holding her legs wide open, fingers digging into her ankles.  He was snorting as he pounded away at her, desperate in his need.  Her eyes were rolled back and mouth loosely open, but, he wasn't thinking any more than she was, he had nothing more than the need to breed his mare.   Deeper and deeper and harder and harder, Dean pounded his wife, until finally, his sheath slammed against her lips.  Dean's heavy balls emptied into Kai, erupting from his cock in waves.  The blast of horsecum in her womb pushed Kai over the edge as well.  As Dean pulled his dick from her, he watched the thick yellowy semen leak from her gaping cunt, pooling below her, as she twitched and moaned in the throes of her orgasm.  Dean smiled and felt his shaft flex, growing harder.  He lined himself up and prepared to fuck his mare again.      -End Chapter 1   [list=1] [*]This was probably the defining struggle of their relationship.  Dean was seized of a sense of what ought to be done, and tried as much as he could to always act in accordance with that sense.  Kai tended to just deal with situations as they came.  They served to temper each other, Dean forcing Kai to deal with the unpleasant tasks of dealing with the world as it is, while Kai calmed Dean and was actually well liked.  Her husband became significantly more tolerable in her presence. [*]Kai understated herself in this, as many young women often do.  When Dean introduced someone to Kai, the common response was they were astounded that Dean's wife was so pretty.  Dean was quite attractive in his own right (classical American looks, blue eyes, wavy brown hair, and a muscled body..politician attractive, not movie star), but, his abrasive personality tended to overshadow that fact.  Dean thought Kai was stunning. [*]Dean loved Kai's hips.  They gave her a great ass and an excellent place to grab on while fucking.  He'd dig his fingers into her hips while slamming them back (or down) onto his dick.  Dean had found that this allowed him to get enough leverage to really pound his wife, who, no matter what she said at the beginning of sex, was always begging to be fucked harder by the time she came. [*]Dean liked tits, and liked Kai's especially, but, he did agree that they could be bigger. [*]A drug that could literally melt the brain.  Eyewitnesses claimed that the brains/blood bubbled and leaked out of the ears and nose. [*]aka Snow White.  A particularly powerful drug that relaxed every muscle in the body to a near catatonic level.  Users would frequently come to in puddles of their own vomit, urine, and fecal matter. [*]Genmods were eventually legalized and regulated in response to the effects of a so called "bad batch."  The batch was actually stolen and replaced with a very different sort of a mod. It caused the user to build up certain natural chemicals in their bodies until, after generating a significant amount, was combined with acids in the stomach, and caused the taker to violently explode.  A terrorist group called "The King's Men" took responsibility for the act.  Many years later, The King's Men actually received a fair bit of sympathy once they explained that they didn't want all of America to be ruled by King William Magnus of Great Britain, but, rather, the territories that rightfully belonged to him.  That is, just the original colonies.  Those states not on the east coast found themselves surprisingly sympathetic to the idea of returning the eastern seaboard to Britain.  Though they were never successful, The King's Men eventually became a respected minority political party, The Kings, where they (mostly) voted in line with the positions of His Royal Majesty. [*]A bubbly pop star of the time, Miss Anderson made her career delicately balancing her teen innocence with a hint of sexualization.  At the time, she was 16, 5'1" with 30F cups and a cute bubble butt.  Though at the age of consent, Dean was more than ten years older than her and felt guilty for wanting to fuck her. [*]Dean was always interested in the accuracy of the full body mods and how they were designed.  Did they just get some genetic material and build from that?  Did they take that material and shop it a bit for customers?  Or did they just work from images and make something that was close enough.  Dean liked to imagine that the furnace hot, viselike anus that he'd flooded with cum was the singer’s actual virgin hole, but, in his heart, he knew better. [*]Dean was a bit hyperbolic on this point.  A large part of the success of the evening had been how good of an actress Kai could be.  She giggled and squeaked perfectly, leading Dean into the bedroom, then pretending to be a virgin.  She'd been thrilled when Dean said that he was going to fuck her in the ass, and proceeded to ham it up, protesting that he couldn't fit, and he couldn't do that, her career would be ruined, before being slowly worked into a screaming, drooling mess as he pounded her backside.  Kai liked it at least as much as Dean. [*]Just outrageous tits on otherwise anorexic frames.  Each one weighed more than the rest of her body. [*]The actual discussion has been summarized to its base points.  Kai won. [*]Kai had heard that one pill usually did not produce enough of a ridge to really be felt during coitus.  She decided to be on the safe side. [*]Dean thought this was some sort of a reference to the manufacturer.  He was wrong. [*]Mostly, anyway.  The pill she'd taken as a precaution had no external visible effects. [*]IcyHot was no longer in use, as medicine had moved past it, but, had he ever experienced it, Dean would say that it felt like Icy Hot had been rubbed all over his dick. [*]Neither noticed that his balls had also started to droop lower and grow in size. [/list]

Chapter 4 - A Boring Day of Class

"Please don't make me forget this," Hermione pleaded breathlessly." No.  Too risky.""Please, I don't want to ..."Hermione stopped.  She couldn't keep her eyes open.  The thickest part of the foot is around the ankle to the heel.  Hermione's cunt was at that moment stretching around her foot as it was pulled from her.  Were anyone watching, they would have seen the skin at the bottom of her pussy pull thin around her heel, clinging as if it refused to let go of her foot until finally, it escaped, her pussy lips sliding down to the narrower arch of her foot.  Trying to control her breathing, Hermione felt her cunny tightening around her still pointed toes.  The ball of her foot was a close second for thickest part of her foot, stretching her puss the other direction.  It was a little easier than her heel, but, every centimeter of rough skin felt like a foot. "see, I don't want to forget ... that..." Hermione said as her toes finally slipped from her cunt, glossy with wetness.  "You can't make me funnngggh" Hermione's begging was interrupted by her fist being ripped out of her ass. "aaiaaaiiieuunh" Her asshole was was trying to close, but, couldn't.  Despite all of the enchantments her body had undergone, despite having her arm in her...and Harry's column dick in her...her ass was so loose that she could feel a breeze tickling somewhere inside her pelvis.Harry Potter disinterestedly watched her once tight ring struggle to close, gaping and fluttering in front of him. "No.  Too risky." Harry waved his wand and Hermione fell a foot onto the hard stone floor and cum puddle.  She looked up to Harry raising his wand and intoning, "obli-" "Stupendo!" Hermione lay there face resting in cum.  This was getting dangerous.  She had barely been able to outshoot Harry.  Worse, she wasn't sure what was going on in his mind.  He seemed to lack any will of his own most of the time, and seemed to have no actual sexual interest in her.  On the other hand, he seemed to show an astounding degree of inventiveness in following his orders to satisfy her.  She couldn't tell what he wanted or what he was going to do next.  He was uncontrollable.  He might do anything next.  Even so... she refused to let this opportunity pass.  She was in control and, as close as this had come to blowing up in her face, she could handle this. Before she left the black stone room, she had implanted safeguards in Harry's mind to ensure her future escape and to ensure that she wouldn't be hurt.  At least not too hurt. ***************************************** Hermione Granger was sitting in the front of her Ancient Runes class.  It had been 4 days since Harry took her the last time. It was also Tuesday.  She had her hand raised for what had to have at least been a half hour (it had been up since the beginning of class).  Hermione had seen a subtle similarity between a basic fourth form rune that was one of the ones the class was working on and one of the advanced sixth form runes that she had already learned.  There was a slight similarity in form and an even slighter similarity in contextual use, but, it was obviously there to anyone who bothered to look.  And all the professor wanted to talk about was the homework!  In the face of this obvious attempt to stymie her, Hermione's resolve did not falter.  She was going to keep her hand up until she was called on no matter what! The minutes dragged on.  Her arm was tired.  She used her other arm to prop her arm up.  This became uncomfortable rather quickly.  She switched arms.  This was getting annoying.  This arm was now tired as well, but, she didn't want to look desperate to be called on, mostly bent over her table, holding an arm in the air. Many minutes later... It was an acceptable risk.  She supported her other arm with the first.  She was partially twisted at this point, her body laid across the table, inadvertantly giving a nonexistent viewer standing against the wall a perfect view of Hermione slumped over, her breasts pushed together so that despite her modest proportions she still had a little cleavage, maybe a full inch sprouting from atop her blouse.  Her long, curly hair framed her face perfectly, her lips moving from pursed in frustration to hanging slightly open in slack-jawed boredom.  Her eyes were fixed on her professor, alert, but narrowed in annoyance. And then her eyes snapped open. She felt her ass being pulled open.  It was stretching as if something was slowly being pushed into her, but, she couldn't feel the sensation of having something in her asshole.  She was being stretched, but, not being filled.  Air was flowing into her.  That air felt wrong.  Which was a weird thought, but, so it goes.  Her ass was spread wide, at least 2 inches in diameter...Then, where she felt nothing, she felt something... something warm.  It was a welcome relief after the empty stretching.  Harry's cock filled her ass and then kept filling.  Having grown a little used to his experiments, Hermione determined that the cock was not the biggest that it had ever been, but, it was certainly enough to shock.  And it was a cock, she could swear she felt veins around the thick intrusion in her anus.  She was pretty sure that she could feel a pulse.  Difficult as it was to determine how big it was with the ring of her ass feeling like it was going to tear, but, she knew she was stretched more than when she'd been stretched without the cock.  She could feel it pounding inside her.  She could feel the tip up past her navel.  She felt properly full, in that special way. And then, he started fucking her.  Hermione squeaked.  Audibly.  The whole class turned to look at her.  She couldn't tell that for certain, as the first thrust of that cock put Hermione atop her desk.  Hermione barely had a chance to cast a spell to make herself fundamentally unnoticeable.  The eyes of the class snapped away from the young witch sprawled across her desk with her robes halfway up her bum, and back to the professor.  Hermione's fingers wrapped around the edge of the table and her thighs braced her against the other side.The cock in her started to drive Hermione and the desk forward.  She was being reamed in her once tight anus so hard that every thrust was accompanied by the screeching of her desk across the floor.  Her ass was tightening around the prick in her, or it was swelling inside her, or both.  She could feel the prick rubbing against her spine, massaging her womb from behind.  Her thighs were cramping, her calves were cramping, she was going to cum. She needed to cum and release, she fucking needed it..., until she was painfully brought down by her fingers being slammed between two desks.  Screaming in pain, she pulled her fingers out, looking up to see her old professor getting pushed back by his own desk.  The tapping of the two desks got faster and faster as Hermione watched her professor try to explain a bit of translation in the first paragraph of the homework while getting shoved out of the way. Hermione's eyes snapped shut and she screamed as her whole body seized up in orgasm.  Hot cum flooded her insides while she milked the massive cock with her pulsating anal muscles. Hermione collapsed across her professor's desk as the thick cock pulled itself out of her ass and cum flooded down her thighs, forming a puddle on the stone floor. Suddenly aware of where she was, Hermione turned around and jumped up on the table.  With her anal ring still trying to close and the insides of her legs glazed with cum, Hermione looked out across the class and saw them looking right at her.  Then, to the left of her, as the professor walked around his desk.  Relieved, and still turned on, Hermione started to frig her clit, looking out at her fellow students.  Two of them were already asleep, another two desperately trying not to.  The other half of the class didn't seem much better off.  Hermione's sopping cunt twinged at the thought of how little they saw.  How little any of them ever saw. She dipped her fingers into her cunt and felt her own wetness mixed with the cum that had managed to trickle in as well.  She buried her hand as much as she could, pushing up against her cervix.  It felt good.  She wanted more.  She tried to stuff the rest of her fingers into her but stopped when she felt an uncomfortable twinge.  It felt like she was pushing too hard against her inner walls and digging into her cervix.  Worryingly, it continued to feel like that even after she pulled her sticky hand out of her cunt. The feeling continued.  Something was pulling open her cervix, the same thing that had pulled open her anus before.  But mixed with the spreading feeling was a sort of rough hide feeling that she could only feel on the inside of her uterus.  Slowly, inexorably, her womb expanded and bloated, until, finally, the painful pressure in her cervix suddenly disappeared, leaving Hermione looking like she was a couple months pregnant.Sitting on a table in front of her Runes class, Hermione started to pull off her clothes.  The professor had walked behind the desk again, so, all eyes were staring straight through the little witch's body as she removed the skirt, undershirt, and various other pieces of her school uniform. Hermione rubbed her hands, exploring the new shape of her stomach.  Even as she tried to get a better sense of what was now inside her, she felt it start to vibrate.  While that felt surprisingly good momentarily, Within seconds, the bulge inside her started to buck. She felt like she was being punched on the inside, her hips and her diaphragm pummeled by what felt like a large ball.  Suddenly, the ball centered it's force.  The force inside her steadily pounded against the inner exit to her womb, until, finally she felt it start to give. Once her cervix started to stretch, the force inside her seemed content to move more deliberately, leaving Hermione able to settle herself down in front of her class.  She managed to properly brace herself on the desk she was sitting on before whatever was inside her started to really give it to her. At that moment, the air in front of Hermione's eyes shivered and then changed, giving her a view of her sopping cunt.  Much as she normally would be interested in how exactly these independent portkeys were being created remotely, Hermione put it aside as the force inside her grew more insistent, leaving her pussy visually trembling.  Hermione could see remains of Harry's cum dripping down her cuntlips, gleaming white and glittering with every movement within her.Several such moments later, Hermione saw the beginning of what was inside her.  A flat, black, hidelike shape started to press out from her straining quim.  Hermione watched, mouth agape, as her cunt spread and stetched in birthing an inhuman object.  Within a minute, it was too much.  Her pussy couldn't spread that much.  It was already at least eight inches wide, much wider than an infant's head, and it was still stretching.  Thankfully, the elasticity of her body meant that the impossible stretching was only somewhat painful, while, at least somewhat pleasant, seeing her cuntlips pulled around the object in her, bulging and pulling until, with a wet *pop* the object escaped her vagina. Hermione Granger was left looking at the inside of her uterus as even her cervix wouldn't close.  She felt cum blast the side of her face, hot and sticky, as she stared at the object in front of her face.  Half of her hair was plastered to her head by someone's salty discharge when she saw the bludger that was floating in front of her face.  Her lips formed a tiny 'o' of undertanding before she was knocked unconscious leaving her naked body to slip onto the floor in front of the unobservant eyes of the rest of her very bored Ancient Runes class.

Chapter 1 - Shall we begin?

In which Amity shows Cassie just why she is the man of the house, and gives her a makeover ========== Hovering over the bed two shapes looked to the girl seemingly fast asleep on it. “So, that's done?” “Aye... I mean, yes. It was difficult, but the spell should hold, unless a sorcerer more powerful than me undoes it.” “You sure it does what I asked you to?” “For sure; she won't be able to leave or attack you, if she means harm, and she will have to follow your orders, eventually.” “Score!” There was no mistaking the look in Amity Hunter's eyes, and what it meant to the heroine slumped in the bed; a small part of Sylvie Lushton felt unease at that. Big Zero slapped her onto the shoulder. “Now we're even! But say, once I have done her in, if you want to come by from time to time, you'll be welcome!” The young Enchantress blushed a bit, but still her eyes strayed to the shape on the bed. “She is cute.” she conceded. “Though I don't understand why you want to go through with the bother and the risk with her.” Amity dismissed her comment. “Fuck that, I've prepared and nobody's gonna find her. And since we met, I've wanted to put her in place.” She looked over the unconscious Cassie Lang, her mouth opening in a hungry smirk, and her hand rubbed her crotch. “I'm SO going to enjoy taming this little Avengers slut!” - Cassie groaned as she regained consciousness. Her grogginess told her she had been put under. A kidnapping, yet again. She kept her cool; it had hardly been the first one, she knew the drill. Keep calm, size out the guilty party, check the area, and prepare your plan... “Wakey wakey, princess!” She recognized the voice. Screw that, time to handle that neo-Nazi bitch right now, and... As she turned towards the smirking girl near the bed (ignoring her head's protests), Cassie glared at her, but her eyebrows furrowed as she found out she could not change size. “Whoopsie, seems your powers have been switched off somehow!” the villain sing-songed, clearly enjoying this. Her tone sent her into a veritable fury; logic would have meant waiting out for the effects of the anesthetic to wear off, but instead she made to jump down and swing. But all she could do was sit up on the edge of the bed and stay there. Blink. Blink. Big Zero laughed derisively. “What's the matter? Did you try and go for fisticuffs? And did you find out you couldn't?” Oh, she was so going to rip out her eyeballs! Amity reached down and grabbed her chin, roughly. “Well, lemme tell you, Princess. A friend of mine you should be acquainted with has placed a spell on you, so you cannot raise even a pinky finger against me!” Magic? It figured that the Enchantress cosplayer would be able to do something like that. Screw Billy and his interest with her! “So your pretty little ass is completely powerless, and is at the mercy of the big bad girl you're all alone with. Do you get how screwed you are?” Her taunting was entirely too much. In her anger and disappointment, and with her mind still woozy from whatever they had used to knock her out, Cassie did not think long for the retort that came to her lips. “Fuck you!” Her nemesis' eyes lit up, and her smirk twisted in a way she definitely didn't like. “Ooh, you said the magic word! Unfortunately for you, it's not me that's gonna be royally fucked!” The heroine didn't get it at once. Or more like, she didn't want to get it. Big Zero grabbed hold of her costume and hauled her up, bringing her inches away from her. “There is no big plan here, missy. There is no plot to take over the world. There is just you and me. And what I want to do with you, the reason why I got my hands on you and made sure you're going to be a good girl, is that I want you to lose those airs and learn your place.” Her eyes were glinting more than ever. “And this is why I'm going to turn you into the whore you are meant to be. My whore!” she leered, before she closed in and smashed her lips against hers. Cassie wanted to bite the tongue that passed through her teeth before she could think of closing her mouth. She wanted to hit out at her. She wanted even to headbutt her. Anything. But she could not. She could only stay there, close her eyes against the feeling of the violation, and seethe. Amity tongued her reluctant, unwilling mouth for a while, before she stepped back, absolutely beaming. With girlish excitement that felt just wrong, she said: “So, shall we begin?” - Big Zero was eager to start. And she knew exactly what were her targets for their first day. Ignoring her prisoner's fury and her promises of lethal retribution, she grabbed hold of the collar of her costume and pulled, and the material gave way. “Gotta love unstable molecules!” she quipped, over Cassie's protests. She pulled and tugged, and when needed gave orders, sure that they would be followed. And they were; the younger girl glared her throughout, but stepped away from the lower part of the costume, or lifted her arms as instructed; and soon she was standing her only in her underwear. “Take them off, princess. Little whores don't need clothes, if they don't have to look pretty for somebody else.” Amity smiled in response to the absolute vitriol in the azure eyes staring at her. Cassie's hands eventually reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra. “I'll make you pay for this.” she said with deadly certainty. And yet, at last her C-cups were free from any restraint; a lovely sight. The villain gestured. “Panties too, sweetheart. You ain't gonna need them in here.” With even more glares and threats, the panties followed suit, and the heroine eventually stood there, her arms and hands covering up, trembling more in anger than any chill. Big Zero laughed at her insistence of protecting what was already lost. “Hands down. This is cute but it's not gonna mean squat.” Arms went limp by her side, and a naked body was finally revealed. Juicy! The captor thought, licking her lips. I can definitely work with this! She closed in to peck Cassie's lips, making her twitch. “We'll have to work on your striptease technique. For now, one step at a time.” Taking up a harness she had left on the counter, she grabbed hold of her wrists and tied them together behind her back. Totally pointless, given that she was unable to fight back in any way, but she did like when one looked helpless, other than actually being so. Then she dragged her to the bathroom, before the mirror. The contrast between her glee and the blonde's hatred couldn't have been clearer. “Guess what I was thinking, princess.” Amity exhibited a razor. “I like my whores to be recognizable, so I'm afraid you'll have to say goodbye to that gorgeous blond mop of yours!” Cassie blanched at that, and for a moment, she looked like she would say something, even beg. But she didn't, and turned her head away. Big Zero got to work without further hesitation. With scissors she carelessly cut most of her hair, without a care for style or geometry; when it was reduced to an uneven mass of little more than peach fuzz, she slathered her head with shaving cream and went to town on it. To her credit, she did this part carefully, to avoid making any cuts or bruises. But still, the younger girl's stomach dropped when she was once more put before the mirror. Above a face now unrecognizable, stood a completely smooth and shiny head, as if she never had had hair in the first place. “You look lovely!” Amity purred, her hand caressing her now exposed scalp. Cassie wished to cry, but forced any potential tears back. Before she could dwell on her ruined figure, she was roughly shoved towards the bathtub. “Now part two, missy. It doesn't make any sense to shave up there, and not shave down here! You gotta be all nice and clean!” Again, to her credit the villain operated with care and taking all the time needed, to avoid damage. But the feel of her fingers and her razor forcibly touching her down there was repulsive. In the end, the result was the same, and Amity made her stand to her feet, led her back to the bedroom and made her sit on the bed, and forced her legs spread. “Look in here!” she ordered, and against her wish Cassie looked up. Of fucking course she would have a full-size mirror near the bed. And she could see her naked body, and the area between her legs that had lost the golden wood she had never bothered with, now an expanse of pure flesh. Amity sauntered to the bed and plopped down near to her, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek. “Now you do look the part, princess! Such a pretty little whore!” Her victim couldn't react with anything more than a repulsed shudder. After a few minutes of caressing her, the villain stood up and brought her up to her feet as well. “We have already done a good job so far, but I want to make clear to you how things are gonna be around here. So get on your knees!” Without waiting for her to obey. Amity all but forced her on her knees, before fumbling with her belt and zipper. Cassie's dread was replaced by shock, as those were finally out of the way. “...You are a...?” she asked, sincerely surprised. ”Things are different where I come from, than in this piece of shit world.” the older girl (if that was what she was) shrugged. The heroine was still looking at the dick before her face. Amity purred: “You ever suck dick before?” She didn't answer. “You don't have to be ashamed of that; you're going to learn very quickly. And right now! Open your mouth!” Cassie willed herself not to obey this command, but to no avail; overwhelming her desperation, the spell placed upon her forced her to slowly open her mouth. Taking her head between her hands, Big Zero wasted no time in shoving her meat in her mouth. The bald, kneeling girl had little time to gather her bearings as she was stuffed like an inflatable doll. Despite what she had been told, there was little to learn here, only to suffer through. After a few, unending minutes of wild thrusts, it stopped, and Amity smiled sheepishly. “It seems I wanted to shut you up so badly I got carried away. But this is no good: anyone can get fucked in the mouth, but only good whores give proper blowjobs. So, now that you have had your taste of dick, how about you get to work?” Cassie was panting, trying to get some air in her lungs; she looked up venomously at her jailor, but the command hung over her, and she could not refuse. For all she wanted to make a terrible job of it, to deny the villain the satisfaction of getting off, she was given no choice in the matter, as orders came from above. “Tease the head with your tongue! Yeah, like that... mmmhhh... now the sides! Ooh, getting the hang of it...! Twist your head a little...!” The worst order of all was to look into the mirror from time to time, or up to Amity's face. She hated, hated to see herself naked, on her knees, sucking her off, and Big Zero's blissful, shamelessly pleasured face. “Go faster, and use your tongue more!” was the new order. Begrudgingly, Cassie's head bobbed faster, twisting this and that way, and her tongue worked over the dick in her mouth. The villain's moans got an octave higher, resonating louder in the apartment. She shut everything off, wishing just for this to be over quickly. This, she was granted. “Oh, shit, I'm coming!” Amity gasped, pulling out. Holding Cassie's face with one hand, she pumped herself with the other. “Yes... yes... AaaAAHHhhhh!” The heroine shut her eyes and her mouth at that, even when something warm and liquid struck her. But it couldn't last. “Open your eyes, and look in the mirror.” She did, and her stomach lurched. Her utterly hateful face, splattered with white cum from her scalp to her cheeks. “Lick some of that up.” That was revolting, but again she couldn't do anything but obey. Cassie gagged as her tongue reluctantly passed over her lips, gathering some drops of Amity's come and bringing it in her mouth. Satisfied for now, Big Zero stroked her back between her shoulders, and smiled at their reflections. “Hell of a first day, huh?”

Chapter 4 - Beginning of the end

In which Cassie is realizing she is in denial, and then gets thrown a bone ========== It was very much up in the air what was the most disgusting thing of Cassie's new routine. Being forced into sex every day was of course terrible. Having mini cameras all over the place that recorded everything, however, was devilish. Most humiliating, though, was the loop of compilation, cut from said cameras, that kept going on the TV and the unfortunately very powerful speakers all over the flat. It wasn't enough to be used like a cheap prostitute, or having records of it; every time she looked around in the living room she was forced to glimpse of herself with a dick in her mouth, or Amity balls deep in her pussy. And even in the freakin' bathroom she could hear the slapping, her jailer's dirty words, or her own moans. The latter... yeah, that was definitely the worst. She couldn't understand how on earth this had become to seem... normalized to her. She hadn't even reckoned when her dread, humiliation and pain she had felt at the beginning had begun to wane and be replaced by something she didn't dare to name, no matter how much she held onto those negative feelings. And yet, every time Big Zero took her, every time she was forced to perform oral on her or endure her pounding, the shame grew lesser, and those despicable moans – curse her! - came easier. She had gone through four days of this, when Amity casually told her at breakfast that she'd be gone all day, and mockingly warned her to behave. Cassie took the chance given to her, and mere minutes after the door had closed behind the villain she scoured the place, looking for anything that could hope to get her out of there or warn somebody. But it was no good: she found the 'thingamabob' that made sure they were off the radar, but for the life of her couldn't figure out how it worked, and didn't want to take the risk of it blowing in her face by messing with it. Annoyed, she looked elsewhere, but the only thing of notice she found was Big Zero's drawer of toys; she shut that very quickly. In the end, having driven herself half crazy in her fruitless quest, she plopped down onto the couch, holding her face in her hands, nursing her disappointment. - After a while, she raised her head. Automatically, her gaze was attracted by the screen. Amity had been so kind as to leave the loop on, so throughout her earlier activity she had kept ignoring both the moving pictures and the sounds coming from that. But now, defeated and without something to do, she found herself staring. The scene currently playing had happened two days before: screen-Cassie was riding Amity cowgirl on the bed, her arms bound behind her (seriously, that girl did have some light bondage kink for sure!). The dickgirl's hands grabbed her hips and then gave them a good spank; from below her reluctant partner's body, her voice was heard. “Nice riding, princess. Now turn around.” The bald girl laboriously obeyed, rising to her feet and turning, and then squatting back down, as Big Zero held her own dick for her to lower herself onto. Real-Cassie's breath hitched somewhat as she saw, just as her screen self succeeded in aligning her hole and let gravity drive her downwards, her face betraying a flash of... something else; she could see it in the way her eyes closed, and the way she lightly bit her lip. “Oh, yeah, baby! Now get moving; smile for the camera!” She frowned, as she watched herself begin to move her hips, her legs spread widely for the camera to see everything, supported by Amity's hands on the hips. Why was watching herself getting abused growing actually entrancing a bit? Screen-Cassie squeezed her lips; she was trying to stop herself from moaning, and not completely succeeding. Real-Cassie blinked, and then gasped, as she noticed that somehow her hand had gone to her crotch and was drawing some tentative circles over her folds. What in the hell was she doing?! Flushed, she sat straight up, slamming her legs together, and placing her arms on her sides, studiously watching the roof until her heartbeat was again under control, and she decided that a cup of coffee might be good. - She stayed away from the TV. She got coffee, and then more. She ate her lunch, making sure to eat slowly – eating quickly was a good way to gain weight, after all, and she washed the dishes afterwards. She exercised a bit, too – push-ups, jumping jacks, the like – and then got a good nice shower. She lasted four hours and a half. Then, as she was trying to get through the living room, she was ruined by hearing Amity's words once again. “Aren't you lovely, princess?” She ended up looking: screen-Big Zero was leaning onto her as she was squatting on the counter, kissing her on her mouth, one hand squeezing one of her boobs, and the other shoving two fingers into her cunt. It had been just yesterday: she remembered the feelings of the kiss - rather sweet and gentle, compared to the usual rough, imposing ones - but seeing it on screen like that... And that she looked into it. Cassie was frozen. As Amity kept up the kiss, she retracted her hand and used it for guidance, closing the distance; her dick disappeared between her legs with ease. Just like the mouth action, this time she acted more gently, grinding softly rather than relentlessly slamming her hips. The bald girl felt hot, very hot; it had been different, being kissed like that, and then taken as a lover would, not as a disposable fucktoy. She had enjoyed that a bit. The word escaped her thoughts and made her stumble, crashing on the couch. It was out on the open. She shook her head, desperately trying to rationalize: it didn't matter if Big Zero wasn't just going for it and fucked her more sweetly, she was still being raped. Having sex against her will. There was no chance... Her eyes remained on the screen, as the slow action continued; screen-Cassie had moaned pretty much as soon as she had gotten cock, and one of her hands was now on the cheek of her partner. Few neutral parties would have said this did not look consensual. Cassie noticed once more her own hand had betrayed her and was placed between her legs. But this time, after a few moments, she did not remove it; rather, she lifted her leg onto the couch, and let loose. It was weird yet arousing, pleasuring herself as she watched herself getting dicked on TV; and, without Amity around, there was nothing holding her moans back. Her fingers traced the sensitive flesh around and above her pussy; like it or not, she had gotten to know it rather well so it was much easier and better than what she had done before to release steam or when on her period. The scene dissolved into the next one: Amity this time was holding the camera herself and sitting on the bed. Her favorite whore was on her knees between her legs, and was blowing her for all her worth. After a few seconds, screen-Cassie looked up at her (and the camera), continuing to suck; some more time, and she let go briefly. Stroking the dick to keep momentum, the bald girl actually smiled at her, and let out what looked a lot like a giggle, before returning to her duties. The real one was mesmerized; shame was bubbling up, but was fighting out against sheer arousal. Her fingers stopped their work outside, and instead dived in her cunt. She was definitely wet. “What a lovely little whore you are, princess!” screen-Amity sighed, the tremors of the camera showing that she was appreciating her efforts. Comments like those were her M.O., and until then Cassie had deemed it better to completely ignore them; deny her a reaction to that. Her screen self, however, did not follow orders, and once again glanced up, unknowingly following the example of countless adult performers before her to achieve an insanely sexy effect. The video slowed down at this point: Big Zero had evidently reached the same conclusion. A screen shot or a video cut would have given away nothing of the unwilling nature of their relationship: all one could see was a sexy bald girl, her hand and her pink lips around a cock, looking straight at them with somewhat glazed eyes. For the first time ever, Cassie – looking at herself – did not feel like she looked completely hideous like that. She whimpered, and increased her efforts down there. The video returned to normal speed, and a hand petted the girl's shiny scalp as it moved up and down. “It's hard to believe it's been only days since you started to suck dick. I'll come soon if you keep at it.” Screen-Amity wasn't the only one who was approaching an orgasm; the real Cassie was starting to strain and buckle, as heat began to build up in her core. The noises from the TV were definitely getting drowned by those coming from the couch, and the captive girl furiously masturbating on it. On screen, a last effort led Big Zero to climax and she pulled off. “Here it comes! Stay there” she ordered breathlessly. With hardly a protest, the kneeling girl didn't lean back and closed her eyes. “Shit... AaAaahHH!!” Amity recoiled, bursting and shooting cum all over Cassie's head; the latter didn't even flinch or recoil. The look of herself standing there on her knees, white stuff all over her bald head starting to stram downwards, looking quite unperturbed and even using one of her fingers to guide one of the drops to her mouth almost did the heroine in. She was getting close herself, it was coming... “What do we have here?” Amity's voice this time did NOT come from the screen; her blood turning to ice, Cassie turned her head. The villain had definitely returned, and was admiring the view with mock surprise and real satisfaction. “Seems I caught you with your hands in the cookie jar... or rather in your cunt!” she quipped. The bald girl immediately removed her fingers from her hole, but what help could it be? She had been caught. “You do realize,” Big Zero said flatly, “that even if I had not come back right now, I would have seen everything? I've got a camera aimed at the couch.” Oh, damn. “Meaning that from this evening you doing your best to finger-paint your pussy walls is going into the compilation.” She paused, and then smirked evilly. “So much for not liking this.” Cassie had no words and no fire left to talk back, right then. Amity chuckled at her face and leaned down to slap her tigh. “Get up, princess. This little show of yours got me in the mood, and I'd like to try something new!” - Something new included tying her thoroughly shamed prisoner to a chair and once more placing the ball gag in her mouth; she didn't even try to resist this time. When she was firmly locked in place, her legs obviously spread together, her abuser looked her over and clapped her hands. “Since you were having some me time, I think I may give you a little treat. Pretty generous on my part, dontcha think?” Like a stage magician, from behind her she produced a tool the bald girl couldn't recognize. “You don't have to sprain your wrist to come, sweetheart, not when a good vibrator can do that for you. Let's see how you like it.” And she turned it on and placed it near the sensitive spot. It was heavenly, and despite the ruin of her earlier mood, the unfulfilled Cassie didn't mind getting brought back to where she had stood before on the fast lane. She groaned in her gag and strained against the ropes, not out of rebellion but out of the waves of pleasure crashing into her body. A more pragmatic part of her mind said to forget the shame, this was much better than having to get her holes used just for Big Zero's fun. A more shameless part of her mind replied that it was better, but not that better, and having a cock in her mouth or pussy wasn't that terrible to begin with. She was quickly losing the presence to follow such internal debates, though; the electricity shooting between her legs was reaching alarming rates, and her gagged moans were getting desperate. Just as she was holding a metaphoric hand to grab her prize, the vibrator was removed all of a sudden, and the prize escaped at the last second. When Cassie whipped her head around to look at Amity, she shrugged. “Sorry, princess. Gotta scratch this, came all of a sudden!” she declared, vigorously (and needlessly) scratching the side of her neck, a cruel smile belying her actual motivation. The bald girl could not speak, but she did try to force through an supplication not to stop. Looking surprised, the villain said almost reproachingly: “Whoa, don't tell me you didn't want me to stop. Doesn't this count as me raping you all the same?” The R-word didn't deter the younger girl, who was being driven crazy by all the stimulation before and its absence now. She kept tugging at the ropes and forcing words through the gag. Big Zero dropped the act a bit. “Alright, if you want it that bad...” And returned the vibrator to her squirming captive's nethers. Bliss, again, and the chase was back on. But her abuser was following a well-prepared script; she knew perfectly well what would have happened by leaving her prisoner alone, and was keeping an eye on her so she could get there before she could come on her own. And now she was both providing and denying her what she was quite certain would be her first orgasm, to make sure she learned who was boss around here. One more phase, complete. She smirked, as she carefully used the tool to bring Cassie back on the edge, then dropped it again with a bullshit excuse; this time, her eyes were almost begging her to continue. Just as planned. Now for the treat. This time, when she resumed her stimulation, Amity let it reach its glorious conclusion, and at last saw the tied down body wracked by cramps and seizures, as the heroine finally came. “MmmmmMMMhhhHHHHhh.....!” she screamed in the gag, ecstasy finally claiming her. As her bald head lolled down in blissful exhaustion, her body limp on the chair, Big Zero stepped back a little and admired the scene. Then she glanced at one of the cameras in the room; Cassie finger-fucking herself wouldn't be the only new scene on the compilation that evening. Right on schedule.

Chapter 3 - A Hand in the Ass is Worth a Foot in the Bush

Hermione was desperate. She needed this. Subtly, she slid her wand under her skirt and started working her magic. Admittedly, she could make herself cum immediately, but, she had learned, it was better to wait. There was something about feeling her clitoris swell from constant attention, her cunny slowly growing wetter until finally, the dam broke that was far superior to merely using magic to force an orgasm onto her body. She had experimented in the past with increasing the force of an orgasm the way one might change the mere inputs in an equation. She had found that being stimulated for a good, long time was far better than just having a cheap orgasm. Even so, it was hard to resist the urge to give in and cum. It was hard to resist the need to feel release. She needed to cum; her cunny was so wet, was on fire. Hermione felt warmth extending out of her abdomen, down her legs, up her chest, causing tingly feelings to rush up her face. Her thighs, her calves, her toes were tightening. She could feel the need all over and couldn't deny it. She needed to cum now. NOW. She released the steady flow of energy through her wand to her clit and found her body ready. Not just ready. Aching. Hermione exploded. Her eyelids slammed shut. Every muscle in her body was tensed. Every part of her screamed out for release. It was enough. The orgasm rolled up and down her body. Hermione could feel her toes cramping from curling upon themselves. Her lithe calves were stone tight and she simply could not bear the sensations rushing up and down her body. A slight moan escaped her lips. Hermione's eyes snapped open to see if someone had heard her. Her heart racing she subtly looked around the room. Twycross was going on about the 3d's of Apparition again and seemed earnest to the point of being embarrassing. He wasn't even looking at the rows of students he was supposed to be teaching. About half were writing everything down in a terrified frenzy, spurred on by horror stories of splinching accidents. The rest were struggling to stay awake. Reasonably certain that she had avoided detection, Hermione closed her eyes again and shivered slightly thinking about her orgasm. Harry hadn't taken her in a month. After the second week she had become almost insatiable. Ron was having the best time of his life and was struggling not to fail several classes because of her needs. She had barely seen Harry at all in the past month, and when she had, he seemed exhausted, as if he hadn't been sleeping. Even so, here she was, in the front of the class, using her wand to frig herself under the desk. Of course, she didn't need to pay any attention to Waycross, having already experimented with apparition on her own. Far more difficult than that was the issue of creating a space free from Hogwarts' disapparation jinxes. Really, the amount of theory that she needed to know to achieve that had made the actual practice of Apparition mostly unnecessary. It shouldn't be this hard, she thought. She wasn't willing; she wasn't able to do the things that he wanted on her own. The thought of being so full, of stretching and breaking her body’s limits scared her in a way that little else did. But, when he did them to her, it was... like nothing else. All of the fear and trepidation turned to lust. Even now, her cunny was dripping in anticipation of what Harry would do to her next, as well as in fear of what perversions she may be subjected to. Only as Hermione fell asleep in her dormitory, fingers still stuffed inside her, did she worry that maybe she was losing control of the situation. ******************************************* Hermione woke in the now familiar stone room. She opened her eyes, looking at black stone, her chestnut hair flowing down, surrounding her face and obscuring her vision. She was levitated, floating a few feet above the ground. The room was as chilly as ever. The sudden cold led to her nipples hardening to a point atop her perky breasts. She tried to shiver, but found that she could not move. Every muscle remained stiff, locked into place. She gauged that her arms pointed out straight from her body at 90 degree angles and her fingers were curled tightly into fists. Her legs were similarly faced out, so that a straight line ran from her pointed toes along her feet and up her tense calves, along her lithe thighs and across her already wet cunt, and all the way down to the opposite pointed toes. She noticed that she could feel the cool air brush against her wet pussy lips, and her exposed anus. She also noticed, approvingly, that her breasts were the right size, no more than a handful, pert, and not nearly as pendulous beneath her as the ridiculous ... well, tits were the only word that seemed appropriate that she had been given in the past by his adolescent urges. At least some of her instructions were being obeyed as she had intended them to be. "I apologize for constricting your movement again, but, it’s not safe," said Harry Potter. "I'm going to try something a little different and any movement on your part could result in irreparable harm. It also might not, but, I am not prepared to risk that." Harry flicked his wand, bringing Hermione's chin up, and raising her so that she was floating at face level with him. In the moment of ascent, Hermione noticed that Harry was fully robed in the school's standard black wizard’s robes. "I hope you can forgive me for indulging myself, again, but, I'm sure that you will find some way to amuse yourself as well. I can see in your eyes that you want to say something. I suppose there is no reason to prevent you from speaking." He tapped her jaw with his wand. "But, I need your cock," Hermione blurted out. She wasn't sure if she was playing the ingénue turned slut that Harry wanted, or if she simply wanted him inside her. She wasn't even sure if there was a difference. "Well," said Harry. "I could find some room for my cock but you will still need to remain unable to move."" "... ... Okay...," Hermione hesitated, breathing in noticeably, making sure that Harry could hear, "...use me as you wish." Harry smiled almost imperceptibly. "Right then, let's get to work." A frown passed over his face, and he turned away, muttering in intense concentration, while he traced several intersecting ellipses in the air with his wand. Hermione watched a blue fire erupt from Harry's wand, which formed a tight knot and then, upon congealing, started to tear at reality itself. The circle of flames twitched and pulled until, finally, it blossomed, leaving a completely foreign image inside it, one that could not possibly be the actual space behind the flames. Specifically, the image between the flames was that of Hermione's outstretched thighs. Her thighs, her cunt and her asshole. "What is that'" "That," said Harry Potter in a voice that seemed pleased at having stumped Hermione Granger, "is an unbound portkey that is repeating itself." Technically, it's constantly opening and sending whatever is at either end is sent to the other." "I've never heard of anything like that!" "Well, my research suggested that this sort of a thing had been tried before, but, is pretty unstable and leads to very nasty accidents. It sounds like people were shredded. Pulled apart..." "Wait, what! Are you insane! No! You can't!" "Well, that's why you can't move at all. It's a safety precaution. Now, be quiet while I fuck you." Hermione bit back her urge to ask more questions about how this all worked. She was still lost in thought when Harry's prick pushed against her lips. She opened her mouth and felt a now familiar stretch as Harry's oversized manhood slid over her tongue, and then down her throat. Harry had just bottomed out deep in Hermione's chest when she felt it. Her fist pressed against her ass. She was both certain and confused at the same time. She clearly had the dual sensations of feeling her touching herself. But, her sense of reality defied the pressure against her ass cheeks. Of course, the magical principles were readily apparent, but, unable to see it happening, it felt unnatural. She felt her knuckles digging into her ass. Her asshole was slowly pushed down farther and farther. Her fist was so much wider than her tight asshole and flat across its face so that her ass couldn't spread around her fist like it had Harry's prick. She didn't think that she could do it, not like this. Her fist pulled her skin, and despite the elasticity spells that Harry had cast, was growing quite uncomfortable. Indeed, it grew so painful that she barely noticed Harry fucking her throat in longer strokes. It hurt so bad that tears were coming to her eyes, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop her fist from bearing down on her until finally she gave way. The tight ring of her ass slid down around the thick part of her thumb and to the narrow of her wrist and paused for a moment. The cock in her throat stopped too, seemingly pushing against her stomach. She felt relief, and a little bit of surprise at having her whole hand inside her, especially like this. Her ass was wrapped around her hand, though the ring around her wrist was by far the tightest, she could feel her insides stretching around the shape of her clenched fist... Her ass was surprisingly warm. Almost hot. Her arm started to push farther inside her, stretching her hole once more. However, the pressure inside her was no longer painful as it had been. She felt a slight tingle at the very bottom of her spine. Her arm was pushed deeper and deeper into herself until it finally stopped at the thickest part of her forearm. Then, she felt her arm pull back, bringing her ass with it. Hermione adjusted to the feeling of being fucked in her ass with her own fist, roughly in time with Harry fucking her throat. It was true that her arm was not nearly as large as Harry's cock had grown the last time he had fucked her, but, it was larger and certainly thicker than any natural prick. It pulled out to her wrist and then slowly pushed back in to about the same depth. Again. Faster. Her fist was pushing against the deep places inside her. Her cunt was twitching, and growing wetter. She felt a knot growing in her stomach as she was fucked from both ends. No, not anymore. As she was pounded from both ends. Harry's hips were slamming into Hermione's face, his bollocks slapping her chin. Her own fist was punching her in the stomach. Her ass stretched around her arm, throbbing. Her cunt was even tighter. All she wanted was something for it to squeeze, something to fill it with, but, she didn't think she would need it. She was getting close. It was in her stomach. Harry came first. It took her by surprise. Harry's cock swelled and twitched and then hot cum was shooting down her throat, directly into her stomach. She could feel it sliding inside her. That was all that she needed. Hermione came, her body spasming, but, unable to move. Harry twitched and Hermione felt her arm shove itself impossibly deep into her body. She was left transfixed, her asshole wrapped around her bicep. She tried to scream, but, couldn't. Her orgasm changed. It exploded. She couldn't see, she couldn't do anything. She could feel Harry's cock in her throat. If she could open her hand, she swore she could grab it. He pulled his cock from her throat. Hermione coughed and cum spewed out of her mouth. Out of her nose. Her stomach was too full and emptied itself. Her arm pulled back until only her fist and an inch or two of her arm was still inside her. "I'm sorry," Harry said, "I got carried away again." Thick strands of white semen hung from her chin, dripping down to the puddle of cum below her. Hermione raised her eyes up to look at Harry. "My cunt's really wet and really empty. Do you think my foot could fit in there too?"

Chapter 1 - A New Day

Sarah Phillips slowly emerges from sleep, relishing the peace and the warmth. Something shifts lightly over her with an indefinite noise. Something warm. Something also moves between her legs. She frowns slightly, and reluctantly cracks open her eyes. Sarah is met with the almost painful light of dawn peeking into the large tent-structure, illuminating lots of bodies laying about. Naked bodies. She somehow manages to halt a shocked scream before it comes through her lips, but her jolt causes another noise (a tired grunt) and another movement. The girl turns her head slowly around, taking notice of something big and warm pressing her from behind, while she lays on her side. She does so carefully, and eventually she acknowledges that it's a body. A body she recognizes, having become... intimate with it recently. The Indian boy does not bestir, breathing evenly, his arm splayed over her side in a protective or possessive gesture. He is flush with her, his chest sharing contact and warmth with her back. His hips are flush as well with her buttocks. And something protrudes from them and causes a weird feeling to her that she has to focus to recognize. Sarah's face flushes when she understands that his penis, albeit no longer erect, is still lodged within the very first inches of her vagina, enough to part her folds. With some mortification, she vaguely recalls her newest memories, and concludes that they must have fallen asleep after a last turn of... that, without even bothering to detach. It is not a terrible sensation, a part of her whispers sultrily; it eventually proved to be quite likable, and would be even more likable if he were hard again... She forces down the thought with an effort, albeit without being able to refute the notion that is isn't quite the worst thing to wake up to. Besides, Sarah thinks vaguely, her brains unable to follow a straight line, she is to blame as much as the boy. She did claim him rather forcefully, and she might have been the one to have him stay that way... He shifts, instinctively snuggling closer to her, already in the limbo between sleep and wakefulness; the small movement is enough however for his cock to move upwards a fraction of an inch, and this is enough to send a small but sensible jolt through her body. She bites her lip, arousal and shame fighting for dominance. Her thoughts struggle to be pieced together, memories of the events of last night slowly coming together and leading to an inexorable conclusion. Even though at first she had been taken against her will, even though she had initially resisted, Sarah had eventually surrendered to what feeling those attentions may have bestirred within her, and she had participated not only with consent, but with abandon as well. Her eyes clamp shut, as if to warn away those images. But those come unbidden and unstoppable: her kneeling before all those men, a smile on her face as she leaned onto the nearest cock, her mouth already opening... her laying down on the floor, goading the boy by spreading open her legs as much as she could, her smile widening as he came down... Within her, part of her mind has no words, just silent shame and disapproval, as well as admonishment that she has been irrevocably tainted and ruined. No longer a virgin, no longer a proper lady. Which proper lady, be she British or American, willingly services a bunch of savages and allow them to claim her, again and again? The worst whores and wenches in all civilized world would be ashamed of her! A whimper escapes Sarah's lips, overwhelmed by the weight of these considerations. A breath, so close that she feels the warmth on her neck, derails that train of thought. An arm descends over her belly, firm but not painful. And hips retract slowly, and just as slowly close the small gap again. The girl's breath hitches, both out of surprise at the boy's return to consciousness, and at the act that once more discharges a small but recognizable bolt of lightning through her loins. She takes a second to recognize that those accusing thoughts were forcefully shoved away by the small penetration. She takes yet another second to decide that she does not mind that. The boy grunts, happy to see that his tentative gesture meets with acceptance; his mouth plants a kiss on the nape of her neck, his hand wanders up her torso and gently caresses one of her breasts, and, within the warm confines of her flesh, blood is rushing into his cock, bringing it back to life after the much needed rest and making it start to press against the walls again. Sarah turns her head around as much as she can, and meets his honest face and expressive dark eyes. He has a smile on his lips, as well as soft words she can't make out. For the first time that morning, she smiles, perhaps infected by his own simple happiness and joy. And when he leans in, she does not back down; their lips and tongues meet, in a sweet kiss that brings up once more the rush she felt for him before, even the first time he approached her. They separate, and he moves his arm downward, settling his hand on her hip. She understands what he is about to do, but does not stop him; she does not want to. The girl feels the cock, once more stiff, begin to move gently, retreating only to bid entry again, the process repeated in an endless loop of sweet pleasure. Propping herself up a bit with her arm, she snakes the other around his neck and head. When his hand goes to her knee and pulls, she understands the gesture and lifts her leg, allowing him easier access. “Mmmhhhh...!” Sarah Phillips moans, as she begins the day in the same way she ended the previous night, by allowing her lover to fuck her, perfectly aware that she could stop him, but instead urging him to go on. He had not been the first to claim her or take her maidenhead. But he had been the only partner she met who showed any consideration and sought her pleasure and not just his; the only one for whom she was more than a mouth for sucking, and holes to be penetrated. Had she awoken in the arms of any other, she would have moved away as quietly as possible. For him, she stayed, and relished his embrace and his attention. Other people are bestirring as well. Some had the same idea or woke in similar positions, and celebrate the new day in identical fashion. Others, satisfied, choose to look on at the son of one of their chieftains and their fire goddess once more in the throes of passion. Sarah is vaguely aware of all of that, but she cares not. Let them do their thing. Let them watch. They saw it all last night, nothing was left to protect. Not the sight of her body, not the virtue of her womb, not the spectacle of their lovemaking. The boy picks up the pace somewhat, and is rewarded by noise similar to that of a purring cat most lovingly petted. The girl's world slowly closes in, and retracts to her body alone. Her whole attention is focused on her womb, on the feeling caused by that ancient yet always new ritual, on the waves arisen in her vagina every time it is stimulated. As she did before, she brings her hand down and moves her fingers haphazardly. The clumsy gesture is still enough to enhance her arousal, slowly uncoiling what up to those recent hours had been tightly locked down and dormant deep within her, and had barely abated upon its surprise awakening. “Ooohhh...” Sarah's sighs are low, yet to her own ears they seem deafening. Everything seems to conspire to bring her further and further along in the now well trodden way to the forbidden fruit, that peak made of thrashing storm, lightning and thunder, and a deep, all-consuming fire. The rocking movement her whole body makes, under his gradually hungrier thrusts; the discharge of that spot right on top of her sex, whenever her fingers touch it; her partner's own grunts and moans, right in her ear; even the sight of many a man and woman who shamelessly stare at her, taken once more. Her lower lip is caught between her front teeth, as she closes her eyes, losing herself in this now very welcome bliss. The part of her mind that lambasted her for submitting to savages is wholly silent now. All of a sudden and without warning, the boy pulls out, and the feeling of emptiness is almost horrifying. She turns, dismayed, to find him hurriedly getting on his knees; his eyes are almost imploring, as he paws at her buttocks. Hurriedly, and not without throwing him a somewhat annoyed glare, Sarah rolls and gets to her knees and hands. She is so eager to chase the fleeting sensation, already ebbing away a little, that she turns her head around and lets out a rather loud whimper; she even rocks a bit on her knees, to make her butt jiggle (as she saw a woman do it, the night before, when her partner was taking too long). As quickly as he can, the boy positions himself behind her, a hand coming down to take aim; after two seconds at most, he finds purchase, and pushes in with more desire than grace. She breathes her relief and pleasure, as fuel for her fire is returned to her and the rhythm resumes again; she barely registers how desperate she was to make sure he continue, to have him inside her after being unexpectedly vacated. Sensing perhaps her momentary displeasure, or maybe he himself riding the coming high tide, he does his best to remedy, taking full advantage of the force he can muster in this position to penetrate her as deep as he can, each time; his cock forcefully slides up and down her pussy, claiming as much of it as its length allows. She supports his effort, rocking back on her thighs so to meet his hips with more force, all the while panting, murmuring words with no clear meaning, and passing the tip of her tongue on suddenly dry lips. The being within her core rises more and more, preparing to be unleashed, seemingly uncaring that it had been evoked several times mere hours before. Just as she needed him to. And finally, it roars and it rampages, once more depriving her of any strength as muscles seize and bolts of sheer pleasure irradiate towards every atom of her body. “AAAAHHHH!” Sarah lets out all the breath in her lungs with a sharp cry, barely able to keep her suddenly trembling arms to collapse, as the orgasm hits her, mightier than any punch a living man may hit her with. The boy, perhaps spurred by the movements of her pussy's walls (a most shocking discovery had been, that one), likewise bellows a strangled cry at last and slams into her once, twice, thrice, as his cock twitches and releases the forbidden fruit of his seed. The sensation of something hot and liquid filling her belly, still unusual albeit not new, accompanies her as she comes down from her climax, the tide gently ebbing and leaving behind a wonderful sense of fulfillment and tiredness. As her lover carefully descends to plant one last kiss just below her ear and whisper pleasant if unintelligible words, the girl smiles vacantly, and opines that this new day did not start off as badly as she had thought before. *** The boy does not leave her; rather, he rises to his feet and offers her his hand. She is slow to take it only out of fatigue, rather than hesitance. They make their way out of the tented place, into the village she only caught quick and terrified glimpses the day before. Only few are already up and about, and none spare more than a quick glance to the two youngsters. Tugging on her hand, he leads her down a gentle slope and a bank, under which water flows gently and invitingly. She does not need his invitation to jump in the stream, uncaring of the chill, and wash away what is left of last night's exertions: her own sweat mixed with earthen dust, that strange blue powder she'd been painted with, and of course the sticky leftovers of the seed she had been abundantly sprinkled with. Her companion follows her example, albeit with less fury. As they emerge, cleansed but slightly trembling in the morning air, the boy grabs her hand again and points upward; she does not resist as she is led again through the slowly awakening village. He leads the way to a tent (tipi, she vaguely recalls, is how they are called in the tongue of the natives) and pulls her inside. It is not very big, but there's space enough for them to stand or lay down on furs of unknown provenance. As she gratefully slumps down on them, enjoying their softness, the boy kneels before some earthen vessels, eventually picking on and proffering it to her. Recognizing dried fruits, and taking stock of the fact that she is famished, Sarah barely squeaks out a word of thanks before plunging a hand and grabbing a handful. She eats messily, but messiness is the least of her worries right now. With her hunger becalmed for now, she looks up at her host, and sees him smiling (with some amusement) at her appetite; then he offers her something else. She accepts the simple leather tunic with emotion; after her capture in the woods, when her captor had brutally ripped off her clothes and left her naked, her body hadn't been defended by anything more than a loincloth, and that had lasted only until the beginning of the ritual. She had gradually lost any sense of shame regarding her nakedness, and this morning she hadn't minded either. But now, with that rough dress in her arms, she becomes once more very aware of her bare skin showing. Almost with fear, she dons it, and find it fitting well enough, covering her down to just above her knees. A part of her feels instantly better, as if some sort of decorum had been returned to her. She looks at the boy and, with a smile, repeats her thanks. He understands the sense of it, if not the words themselves, and stands up. Once more he leans in, and once more she does not step back, welcoming his lips in a tender kiss that communicates affection, rather than lust. But then, clothed and fed at last, in the home of a young savage who stole, if not her heart outright, for sure her attentions, Sarah cannot manage to find an answer to a question that arises in her mind. What now?

Chapter 3 - End of the beginning

In which Amity just keeps screwing around, and Cassie gets exposed in more than one way ========== Cassie hadn't felt that low since the day when she had been told her dad had been killed at the Avengers Compound. Like that time, she felt like a part of her had died and gone forever. In a way, this was even worse, as she would see this nightmare repeated again and again, as that bitch had promised her; and, despite her thinking over the matter for hours to end, she was no closer to find out a way to escape or ask to help. Her mind was far from this problem, though. Her mind was far, far away, in a place where this hurt couldn't touch her, where she could pretend she hadn't been viciously raped by the smirking girl who was watching her as she stumbled out of the bathroom. She had barely the spirit to get on the bed and collapse on it, curling up automatically for protection. Big Zero glanced at her, before ignoring her; which was perfectly fine. She laid there, staring at nothing and letting her body just continue, for an unspecified amount of time. Until she was called: “Get up, princess. Lunchtime.” She didn't want to get up; she didn't want to eat. But she had no choice, so the bald girl slowly got off the bed and reached the villain at the table. She was so downcast she didn't even bother covering herself up with her hands as she walked up. She ate automatically, nothing giving her a sense of taste and smell, in a pained silence; her hated roommate likewise ate quietly, but hers was the silent gloating of the cat who got the cream. And speaking of cream... “Feel like getting some dessert. What do you think about it?” Amity asked nonchalantly. The naked girl merely shrugged; what difference did it make to her? In her state, she failed to see the smile that shrug caused. Her captor rose, and a zipper sounded. And Cassie was startled out of her misery when a dick slapped her on the cheek. Of course. Of fucking course. ”C'mon, princess. Here's your dessert; suck on it!” Big Zero urged her, prodding her with impatience. She would have loved to do a lot more than just suck – something involving teeth, and as much force as her jaw could muster – but she was forbidden to do so. With a sigh, the heroine turned slightly to her side and took it in her mouth. She couldn't go very fast, per her instructions, but she worked as quickly as she was allowed, hoping to get it over as soon as possible. Which meant – as much as she hated it – that she had to go above a bit. A hand went up and grabbed hold of the dick, holding it steady as she kept a steady pace forwards and backwards. “Look here! Knew you weren't that innocent; on what porn video did you see that?” Amity gloated; she had lifted her top and was massaging her tits. Cassie blushed; like any other teenager, she had had curiosities, and she had sneaked onto 18+ sites from time to time. But her rapist's elation only grow larger when, shortly after, the bald girl repeated another thing she had seen on the internet: taking the cock out, slapping it a few times onto her proffered tongue, before resuming. Big Zero's sighs of pleasure and happiness were grating, but also made her feel a bit funny, somewhat. “Mmmhhh...” Both girls stopped at that sound. Cassie pulled out, shocked and horrified. The villain began laughing uproariously. “HA!” she wheezed. “I knew it! You starting to like giving blowjobs? We'll make a whore out of you yet?” The seated girl didn't answer, reeling from having actually freakin' moaned as she was forced to suck off her nemesis. She stood there paralyzed for a few seconds, before a hand lightly slapped her cheek. “Didn't tell you to stop. And feel free to moan as much as you want!” Her face even redder, Cassie complied and resumed servicing Amity. And, despite her will, she found herself complying with the other instruction as well, as moans escaped her lips two or three more times. Just as she was asking herself how long this would go on, it was Big Zero who stepped back. With another huge smirk on her lips, she forced her prisoner to stand up. The bald girl was forced to bend over and grab hold of the top of the microwave, on the counter; just on the right position for her ass to be readily accessible. Amity purred: “You got your dessert, and enjoyed it quite well. Time for my own dessert!” In a swift motion, she planted herself behind and plunged in, her dick forcing its way as deep as it could go. It was another rough, merciless pounding, Cassie holding fast to the appliance as her pussy was fully taken advantage of. She closed her eyes and leaned onto an arm, unable to keep her head up. The kitchen resonated with rhythmical slapping sounds, as with every thrust the dominant girl were trying to drive her victim into the counter itself. She briefly paused to lean in, pressing her chest onto the unresponsive girl's back, and whisper: “Since you like sucking now, are you starting to like getting fucked yet? You like getting it from behind like this?” A whimper was her only answer, but it was very satisfying. To her credit, this time Cassie didn't moan or let out anything else; it did help that this round was all about the other girl getting off, and nothing about her. It made it easier to lie there and endure. As a small mercy, Amity didn't last long with her ferocious tempo, and she began to hiss. “Almost there... almost...” But she didn't make any move to stop or pull out. Inexperienced as she was, the heroine reacted with alarm and turned her head around. “Take it out! Please!” “Shut up!” “Not inside. NOT INSIDE!” “I SAID SHUT UP!!” With a last gurgling cry, Big Zero seized as she made a final, crushing thrust, and Cassie froze as something warm and growing made her way somewhere in her insides. After half a minute of gasping, Amity finally stepped back, and her prisoner's hand immediately went to her folds; she felt something sticky and fluid. To the brink of tears, she turned to the villain. “...Not enough for you to rape me?! Why did you do that, do you want me to get pregnant?” Much to her surprise, her rapist looked at her, and then burst out laughing. “Hold your horses, princess!” she chuckled, patronizingly. “I may be fucked up, and I may like to fuck you good, but I don't wanna knock you up. Right now, I couldn't even knock you up, so rest easy!” Cassie stood there, still glaring. Some fire had returned to her. “And why is that?” “I'm from the Microverse, if you didn't know; and the biology there is different enough that I only have to take a compound every month, and any and all chance of my little guys getting it on with your eggs is zip.” She did sound sincere, and the heroine did remember bits and pieces from her dad and Pym and things got whacky in the Microverse. But she did feel unsure. Amity walked up and patted her shoulder. “Drop that long face, sweetheart. I do enjoy finishing inside, but I wouldn't do that if I risked getting you as big as a cow. Never forget that.” - After the ritual clean-up, Cassie made for the bed, but instead Amity patted the couch on which she was sitting. “Come here, princess. Gotta have you watch something.” Rolling her eyes at that, she still sat down, hoping that the couch wouldn't be the scene for yet one more round. ...Who was she kidding, of course it would be. But perhaps not that day? Asking too much? But it seemed that Big Zero had no intention of that; she kept her eyes on the big screen. Hardly a surprise she had porn on that, she likely had it on to get inspiration for... Cassie's thoughts ground to a halt as she recognized the place. And the dickgirl who was viciously having her way with a bald girl. And said bald girl. Her head swiveled to Amity. “You got cameras in here?!” She turned, her expression sheepish and false as hell. “Whoops, didn't tell you before? My bad, must have slipped my mind...” Insufferable bastard. They must have been small and unnoticeable, yet capable of very good resolution. The scene of the kitchen was playing, taken from an angle from the side, and every glorious detail – both video and audio – was captured to perfection. Big Zero didn't care about her reaction at all, she was watching and casually stroking her crotch, visibly bulging. Cassie looked at her, wishing to God she could jump her and pound her face until her skull gave in. “Oh, this should be good!” the villain said, straightening up a bit. Curiosity and reluctance warring, the bald girl ended up looking at the screen, and wishing she hadn't. There she was, blowing Amity's dick, an expression... not quite pleased, but surely somewhat relaxed and far less tense than she would have liked on her face. Her eyes were closed; it did look like a textbook porn video. Screen-Cassie went back and forth three times quickly, then a bit slower and a bit deeper twice, twisting her head; and then she moaned, the camera recording it flawlessly. Her actual self flushed, before the ultimate proof of her misstep; and she could just hear Amity's smirk. “I rest my case, your honour; the defendant is just a good little whore.” she declared mock-seriously as if in a trial. “I am not!” the heroine protested hotly. Hotly, but with somewhat less conviction that she desired.

Chapter 2 - Drawing blood

In which Cassie finds out just how powerless she is, before she gets her first meat injection way ahead of schedule ========== The night brought only a temporary respite from this nightmare, and no other comfort; Cassie soon concluded that she could not physically leave the flat, so her being unrestrained was meaningless. Neither was she able to attack Big Zero, sprawled n the bed in the main bedroom and snoring loudly; the will would have been there, but no muscle of her could follow it. If she hadn't been already hating magic (because of what the Scarlet Witch did to her father), she would have surely been hating it now. So she surrendered to fatigue and emotional exhaustion, and curled up in a fitful sleep. From which she was wakened by an annoying voice. “Wakey wakey, princess! Breakfast is ready!” The word 'breakfast' was pleasant enough, given her hunger, so she rose, only to flush and cover herself when she remembered she was still butt naked. Sitting at the kitchen table, her chin resting on a hand to better watch her, Amity snickered. “No need to be shy, sweetheart, I've already seen it all already!” Cassie didn't budge. “...Could you give me some clothes to wear, please?” she ground out, hating herself for begging. It was useless, as she was met with a headshake. “Nope. If I want you to wear anything, I'll whip it out, but so far I'm quite ok with you walking around au naturel!” She tried again and, briefly exposing her chest to wave towards the window, pointed out: “What about the neighbors?” “Princess, I've got a thingie that makes sure nobody, not even the Avengers can see around here or even get in here, even if they conked their faces on the wall. You could be twerking as you are out of the window before a family of five, and nobody would see anything!” There went even that hope. “Rather than try and change my mind, how about you sit down and get something to eat? I don't want you getting thin or sick.” As she gave up and sits down, the bald girl quipped humorlessly: “Wow, thank you so much!” Cereal and milk were nonetheless welcome, and she ate voraciously. Over her cup of coffee, the villain smirked. “Better load up a bit, we've got a hard day before us!” “Go to hell, bitch!” The retort would have definitely sounded better had she not had to swallow her mouthful before speaking. “I may, if it's worthwhile,” was the nonplussed answer, “but you, dear, are going to pound town!” - Big Zero didn't waste much time. As soon as her captive was done with her breakfast, she ordered her into the bathroom and told her to get a nice, long shower. “Want you to be nice and clean for later!” she had said over her shoulder, as she left her alone. The heroine didn't mind a shower, but she had a lump of adamantium in her stomach as she thought of what came after. Still, even though she tried to take all the time she could, in the end she emerged, and found herself before an expression that left her with no illusions. Hands wandered over her skin, roughly and not loving in the least, squeezing her boobs, teasing her nipples, and probing her folds, as she was forced to stand there and take it. Amity forced a long kiss upon her, as she kept fondling her powerless prisoner. Cassie shivered, hating the feeling of the tongue roving her mouth, of the hand manipulating her right tit, of the fingers that worked between her legs; she hated her arms for only being able to rest on her enemy's arms, in the feeblest attempt at refusing or protesting, and she hated something deep within her that mechanically answered to the stimulation she was being subjected to. At last it was over, but only because the worst was still to come. “Turn around, princess!” was the barked command, and she complied. Her arms were forced into the same harness of the previous night. “Open your mouth!” After two seconds of futile struggle, Cassie did as she was told, and a ball gag was shoved into her mouth and quickly secured behind her head. She moaned a protest, but it didn't budge. Then she screamed a bit, as she was roughly turned around and shoved, to tumble onto the bed. Big Zero was already lowering her pants, her dick ready and raring to go. “Want you to keep your mouth shut, and I want to hear you moan. Two birds with one stone!” she laughed in her face. The younger girl tried to scoot away, but her host would not be denied; she quickly climbed on top of her, and with her weight she stopped cold this last ditch attempt to prevent, or delay, what was going to happen. “I felt before you're still a virgin, princess! This will make this even more delicious!” Forcing herself between her legs, the Microverse immigrant, ignoring the muffled screams and requests to stop, took aim and then pushed with a vengeance. Something gave way, and the deed was done. “FUCK YEAH!” crowed Amity. Cassie howled in her gag, pain and shock overwhelming her as something warm lanced through her womb and made a part of her die and turn to ashes. Big Zero smiled down at the girl – now crying softly – and caressed her head. “This is even better than I thought it would be! Better strap in, I'm going to fuck you good!” The daughter of Ant-Man was in pain, in despair and in hell; such was the humiliation and shock, that she could barely cry it out into the gag, and nothing more. She stopped squirming, her legs stopped thrashing, her arms stopped struggling against the harness. If her abuser liked or not her not resisting anymore, it could not be said; she just began plowing that unresponsive body with abandon, pressing over it with her torso and with her head kept to the side of that of her prisoner, her sobs and soft wails right in her ear. Her smile only grew bigger at that sound. “That's some nice pussy you got there, princess. Sweet and tight. And it's all mine to fuck: got anything to say now?” It was definitely gloating, but Cassie was far too gone to react, and just kept crying. At one point, Amity got up on her hands to stand over there, but even then she didn't get any other reaction: all she saw was a teary, devastated face, and sounds of pain rather than of anger. The villain kept a steady tempo for a while, before she got bored a bit and changed up. “Better get used to this: good whores just love to get it from behind!” she 'advised', as she got both of them on their side for spooning. Just the time to get settled, and she was already inside once again. Holding the bald girl's right leg high, she resumed her previous rhythm; the huge mirror on the wall allowed her to still see her captive's body jumping at every thrust, and every tear it drew from her eyes. She couldn't resist, and she leaned in to whisper: “Look at you. What would the Avengers say if they could see you now? What would say daddy dearest? Would he be happy to know his daughter is getting screwed like a pretty little slut?” This made Cassie cry harder, and Amity all the happier at her misery. She went faster, fucking her savagely as if to further drive the point home. Her victim was almost on the verge of unconsciousness, the repeated slapping and the vicious thrusting in and out of aching sore hole fighting against a brain shutdown. If a tiny part of her registered some heat caused by the activity, it went unnoticed and uncatalogued. Big Zero was still unfulfilled, though, and after a while she pulled out. “On your knees!” It took a while, not because of unwillingness but because she was more than a little out of it, but eventually her new toy shifted trembling and stood with her knees draped under her body, to make her ass stand out. As she took her time a bit, with two or three slaps on those firm cheeks, the older girl commented: “It's never too early to learn how to do it doggy style.” In half a minute the lesson was already in full swing, and the heroine was getting pounded with no pity, her head being driven into the mattress. By then, she had almost ran out of both tears and voice. Amity didn't make any further comments, but concentrated on her victory lap with her broken prisoner. She kept drilling and enjoying that ravaged pussy, that had lost none of its tightness to the assault yet. It was a matter of minutes for her to be about to climax, and in a hurry she pulled out and made Cassie roll over. “Take it all, little bitch!” she gasped, stroking herself to finish. The bound girl was spent, and didn't even try to close her eyes as she had done the day before. She stood there as she was irrorated with hot cum, some spraying even over her face. After the rapist had grunted and made sure every last drop had found its way where she wanted, she laid down, somewhat winded. “Whoa, princess, that was great!” she sighed, content. “I loved every bit of it!” No response. Chuckling, she glanced at her would-be nemesis, almost catatonic, and petted her shaved head. “What, did you like it that much that I knocked you dead? Is this little whore so nuts over getting screwed by a nice fat cock?” she taunted. There, a tiny reaction; her eyelids closing, and her head shaking slightly, in denial. So there was still spirit left to break: good. She leaned in to remove the gag, and the bald girl wheezed, gasping for air. “You... raped me.” she said softly, disbelief in those words rather than anger. Amity's hand was placing caresses over what areas of her body not white and sticky. “Sure did. And I'm going to rape you again, and again, and again. Until you start loving it, and you'll be on the bed begging me for a good long fuck!” Cassie repeated her earlier, feeble gesture of denial, but that was it. After a while, Big Zero got her out of the harness, and helped her to her feet to bring her to the bathroom, to get cleaned up, and left her in there. As she sat down on the couch, already hearing the hot water running (likely in the desperate search of comfort and cleanliness beyond the physical aspect after having been violated), she smirked to herself. What was the best part in all of this? None of all that mind-control or druggy business; there was nothing here but what stopped her prisoner from bolting or attacking her. Her mind and her sensations were 100% her own. It would take time, but she had all the time she wanted, and she knew how to play this. She had done it before, and she had seen it in the eyes of her captive that she was on the right track. One thing at a time; patience had its virtues. Still, Amity couldn't wait to fuck her whore princess again. She licked her lips, her dick bulging already in her pants at the thought. Life was good.

Chapter 5 - One step at a time

In which Cassie gets thoughtful, Amity gets ideas and a friend gets a treat ========== Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Something was definitely wrong. The most important thing that was wrong, as far as Cassie was concerned, was that she was spending an inordinate amount of time mulling over what the hell was going on with her, instead of planning her escape as she was meant to do. Like, hello? Remember that you're a prisoner and a rape victim? Remember that you want to return home and to superhero work? She was not supposed to think over and over again what was on her mind when she was fingering herself on the couch, watching herself giving head and getting banged. Of course, the bald girl frowned, it would be much easier if she didn't have reminders all over her; between her insatiable captor, all too eager to whip out her dick, and the rather grating loop on the screen, was it a surprise that she had sex on her mind all the time? Admittedly, it was kind of hard to analyze how the hiding device worked and think about ways to deactivate it, when you were all tied up and being porked, or when for the eight time that morning you saw yourself with the mouth stuffed. Amity's routine hadn't changed a bit, admittedly. She did her own thing, kept things going in the flat (at least she didn't ask her 'roommate' to do housework, at most she had to help with one or two minor things), made breakfast and lunch and dinner; and fucked her prisoner two or three times per day. Changes had come from her end, regrettably; and Cassie was definitely hating that. As if a switch had been turned, whatever pleasant feeling she may have felt before while in bed (or on the table, or on the kitchen counter, or in the living room, or wherever she was taken) had tremendously gained in power and magnitude, and it was not unusual for her to feel the hotness and tension that had led to the first orgasm of her life. How bad it was couldn't be hidden. It had happened the first time the very next day after Big Zero had done her with the vibrator. - For their morning session, after the customary kneeling blowjob, she had asked the younger girl to get on top of her; she had acquiesced, and rode her. It was somewhat nice to be in control of both depth and pace, honestly. ...Again with nice. Did she have to write it down that rape is bad? She was a mess. Cassie grit her teeth, both against that train of thought, and against the coils that were coming apart within her, as she bounced rhythmically, her feet planted on both sides of Amity's hips, and both of the latter's hands squeezing her boobs.. “Ever had riding lessons, princess?” was the predictable taunt. “You're not half bad.” The captive girl bit her tongue and instead diverted her gaze; her choice to let out two louder than normal sighs may not have been, however, completely voluntary. The slapping sounds, the continued stimulation and even the presence of those two palms groping her tits were turning her on, admittedly. She tried to keep the pace, fearful of what might happen – cough cough – if she went any faster; it was only a delaying action, though better than nothing. But it was taken out of her hands. Amity dropped her boobs and instead grabbed her waist, pulling gently. “Get down here.” Slowly, Cassie brought down her legs and bent down until her chest was flush with Big Zero's, their tits pressing together. Altogether not a bad sensation. Then the dickgirl bent her legs and just began to move, relentlessly pounding into her. “Gah!” the bald girl squealed, held firm and unable to react. “Take it all, sweetheart! We'll do it live!” laughed Amity, moving her hands to her hapless partner's ass and spreading it (just to make sure the cameras got everything). The room echoed with slap-slap-slap and brief inarticulate sounds coming from both girls. In the cacophony of her mind, assaulted on multiple sides, Cassie couldn't help but think one thing. She's fucking me pretty good! She knew she could have moved away, or tried to; force Amity to order her to get back in position. She could have closed her mouth, and stop those traitorous moans. She could have kept her eyes open, as not to enhance the feeling from her ravished hole. She did neither of these things; she remained as she was, riding both Big Zero's merciless cock and the wave of hysterical pleasure she could already feel mounting. And, as could have been predicted, the former finally released the latter. Cassie screamed as she seized, her body taking on the heavenly peak; but other than those now known feelings, another made itself known, as her pussy walls clenched repeatedly, while still being stuffed. Surprised by the orgasm and its consequences (rather noticeable), Amity stopped moving, but didn't pull out. “Oh! Hell...!” she blurted out. The bald girl froze until the possession was over, then collapsed onto her jailer, spent and (reluctantly, she would have remarked) content. The room went silent, except for Cassie's heavy breathing. Neither of the two moved for a good while. All of a sudden, the girl on top stiffened; she scrambled onto her forearms and hands to lift herself up; before she could roll over, though, two hands seized her cheeks and a head went up to let their mouths meet. Amity kissed her for a good five seconds, tongue and all, and effectively made her freeze, before she let go and gave her a big smile. “Should have made you come much earlier. That was great!” Her tone made Cassie feel so dirty and ashamed that she quickly rolled over, and found herself on the edge of the bed. She was about to hit herself in the head for even entertaining the thought of this being fun and nice. Her legs dropped onto the floor, and she got on her feet; she wobbled a bit – damn that climax for making her unsteady! - and took two steps, stammering: “I... I need to get to the bathroom...” It was called making a run for it. A sensible partner would have understood her need to clean herself up and meanwhile ponder what she had done. Big Zero was sensible and rather sharp when she wished to; and she was attentive to keep toeing the line, as to not hurt or delay her plan. However, she was also a horny individual who had been interrupted mid-banging, and she was fairly certain that what she was about to do would not detract from said plan in any sensible way. So, Cassie's escape was cut off by a hand seizing her wrist, and another pushing her and all but forcing her to grab onto a chair to avoid falling. Before she had time to gain her bearings, a firm body had already enveloped her, and something warm had made its way inside, making her hiss. “Sorry, princess.” was Amity's insincere apology, “But I'm quite turned on after the little stunt you pulled earlier, so I'm gonna fuck your pussy some more!” The prisoner thus was forced to endure another round at once, without the grace of control she had had earlier. She shut her mouth, lowered her head, and rocked back and forth as the villain took her from behind. Much to her chagrin, despite her earlier orgasm, something was already tingling. Not even bothering to stop mid-pounding, the dickgirl ordered her: “Touch yourself. Down there.” Cassie balked, but the tone of that made any resistance futile. A hand hesitantly detached from the back of the chair and made its way between her legs, under the powerful cock that was ravaging her cunt. By then her fingers knew where to go, and the spot was found immediately. The first touch immediately sent a jolt through her belly, and she gasped. “Feels good, huh? You should do it more, flipping the bean while getting dicked!” was Amity's gloating advice. The abused girl hated herself even more than before when she realized that an alarmingly large part of her mind did not consider the advice bad. If she felt dirty before, now she felt like a whole collection of filled dump trucks. Masturbating while getting raped? She was the worst of the worst. But Cassie didn't have much time to bash herself in her mind, as Big Zero was close, and for some reason the combination of cock and fingers was proving quite effective on her as well. Her mind couldn't get a word in edgewise as she instinctively chased the upcoming climax, her hand furiously stimulating her clit beyond any order from her rapist. She was whimpering, as the fucking too was reaching the final crescendo. At last, they both came, almost at the same time, and their cries mingled into one. Given the position, it was no surprise that Amity had chosen to keep her position and creampie Cassie's twitching hole, filling her with fortunately harmless babymakers. The girl on top stumbled back, dazed, and the one leaning on the chair didn't have the strength to move yet; therefore she remained still, unconsciously offering a very nice view to both the former and the cameras, as thick white cum began to ooze out of her vagina and make its way downwards, faithfully following the law of gravity. Amity whistled in appreciation. “Now that is what I call a well bred pussy!” The bald girl was far too exhausted and overwhelmed to begin her internal debate again, as she tried to chase away the spots in her eyesight and the laxity in every single muscle she had. It took her a good two minutes, but at last she was able to straighten up and move towards the bathroom, without bothering to even announce it. Big Zero didn't mind; she just kept staring at the door with a dangerous smirk. - “I'm telling you, the girl is definitely getting into it!” “For real?” was Sylvie's dubious retort. “As real as it gets. These three days, it's been only one time she didn't come when I fucked her. I may have helped her along, even with the vibrator two times, but she definitely did.” Amity insisted. The young Enchantress did not look fully convinced. “She struck me as a rather headstrong one, before. Are you sure she's turning around this quickly?” The size-changer shrugged. “Not that common, but not that rare, either. With her having lost her father, and being rather cool with her mother and stepfather, it's not a shock she'll latch onto something that makes her feel good, as soon as she gets her head out of her ass and admits she likes it.” Sylvie pursed her lips but did not dispute the point any longer. “From a pragmatic point of view, is she progressing too?” Amity smirked, her mind happily rolling down the gutter screaming happily. “Hell yeah! She's got a talent for blowjobs, let me tell you! Her mouth is precious; wonder how good she would be if I made her eat pussy...” She drifted off, an idea coming to her mind. “...Now that I think about it, I still kind of owe you for setting me up with this. Perhaps you would agreed for an advance payment in nature?” Her proposal caught Sylvie completely by surprise. “Whoa! You... I... Are you...” She coughed to get some sense back into her. “I mean, I'm... not into girls.” Amity leaned nearer the laptop and its camera. “No harm there. But even straight girls love when they are being eaten, no matter whether it's a guy or another girl. Don't say no just because.” Oh gods, she was really asking this of her? And was she really considering it? “...Would she even agree? You could order her to, and not to harm me, but...” “Princess will take some time, but she won't be too displeased by the time we're done. And it's something it'll be nice for her to know, for the future.” Silence. “Can I think it over? I appreciate the offer, but it's of a lot.” “Sure!” Big Zero smiled, knowing well that within two days she would get a call, and what answer she would get. - Case in point, two days later... The bald girl stared in disbelief at the spread and naked legs before her, as both Amity (eagerly) and Sylvie (somewhat anxiously) waited for her to begin. “What you waiting for, princess?” the former asked rhetorically. “Eat up!” Cassie heartily doubted that this treat was for her, but once again she couldn't make her own choice. Placing her hands on Sylvie's thighs, she scooted closer to her exposed slit, cleanly shaven except for a small, short patch above. God, the smell was something very peculiar! Eyeing the pink, glistening folds, she mustered all her courage, let out her tongue and made contact. “Oh! Mmmmhhh!” moaned Sylvie. It was a detestable skill in the context, but Cassie was a quick study, and it didn't take that long for her to recognize the patterns she ought to follow, and just how to handle the nub on top. It was so different from blowing Amity, her mouth tasked with exploring every valley and ridge, rather than having to welcome, like it or not, a stiff rod to be worked around. Inspired by some adult videos, she brought her hands closer and used her fingers to gently spread the labia, revealing the inner sanctum. Her tongue darted out and drew lines and circles within the sacred area. Enchantress was the quicker in getting into it, as she was struggling to keep her legs still, and her head was thrown back. “Gods, so good!” she wailed. Big Zero, today only a spectator, was inordinately pleased. “Good job, sweetheart. Seems we can add eating pussy to your resume!” The lone naked girl in the room did not reply, and continued with her oral service. At one point, she even closed in, her mouth pretty much on top of Sylvie's pussy, and her tongue daring to enter it. She looked up, checking to see whether she was doing alright; what she saw led her to believe she was doing great. Enchantress was all but squirming, and crying: “Keep going...! So good! Haaa....!” Cassie moved slightly upwards, so that she had her clit right between her lips. She flipped it around with her tongue, kissed it, even swiped at it a bit with a finger. It was too much. “HAHHHH!” Sylvie let out, as the orgasmic tremors took hold of her. For a moment the bald girl expected something to hit her, before she remembered that she wasn't doing a blowjob, and in any case porn didn't mirror how sex worked - so squirting was not something to wait for every time she did this. Still, as she looked at the blonde girl panting and completely undone, abandoned on the couch... she felt some small degree of pride in that. No, no, snap out of it, Lang! Bad girl, Lang! Amity began to clap, the bitch. “Knew you had it. I'd say this little experiment is a success, won't you agree?” Sylvie definitely agreed enthusiastically, so enthusiastically that she pretty much begged for another go; her former teammate magnanimously granted her wish, but as she saw her sitting on Cassie's face, being lapped, she reconsidered her promise to just watch. Therefore, half a minute later, she had ditched her pants and joined in, taking her prisoner's pussy as if she were drilling for oil. Enchantress hadn't objected, and the reaction from the girl being shared by the two villains had been to moan and give a helping hand. Sylvie was the first to come again, and she was barely capable of avoiding to crush Cassie's face as she fell over; the latter didn't take much longer, driven along by the smell and juices that had invaded her nose and mouth. Only Amity was left, thrusting along, but the group sex was insanely hot, and it took less than five minutes of vicious pounding to see the top. The villain pulled out and roughly brought Cassie up to sit; the latter had barely opened her lips that she was already gagging. “Yeah, let me fuck your mouth and make you swallow all my cum!” Big Zero crowed, treating the new hole just as she had treated the one before. A minute and a half later, she groaned and forced her captive's face against her groin, her dick fully within her mouth up to the balls. Cassie moaned, this time less from pleasure and more from discomfort, but was forced to dispose of the fluid pumped almost in her throat. It hadn't been the first time she had been cummed in her mouth, but never this roughly. She heroically tried her best, but at last with a heave she managed to get out of the grasp, and coughed loudly, expelling what had gone down the wrong way. Amity whined: “Awww, I was so hoping you'd be able to keep it down...!” But still, as she sat down, she was pretty alright. Sylvie was definitely hooked, and therefore would probably accept eating out to any favors she might ask her. Cassie – currently hunched over to her side, catching a breather and dealing with what was left of cum – had proven she could handle girl parts as well as boy ones, and wasn't against it as much as she thought she would. Yep. A good day, all in all.

Chapter 3 - A New Night

There is no ritual this time. No audience. This is not part of some ceremony. Nor the after-effects of one. There is just them. And they want each other. The clothes are removed and are flung away. They first embrace each other at a distance, just admiring each other. He stares at her breasts. She stares at his muscular chest. Then they close, searching for the other's mouth with their own. They moan through each other's tongues and teeth. The kiss enraptures their spirits. The contact between their bodies stokes their desires. Her mounds press and squeeze against his muscles. As if in mutual accord, a hand of both gets loose from the embrace and find the other's sex. One strokes gently an engorging shaft, the other probes sensitive lips. They keep this up for a while, kissing and teasing each other, an electrifying sensation, but just a harbinger of what they prepare. What they need. The two youngsters detach, almost out of breath. Their faces are already flushed, a symptom of the fire awakened in them. The boy acts first, placing himself on the furs and then laying down; before doing so, however, he keeps his hand on her thighs and gently pulls them towards his head. A memory of such a position – witnessed at the ritual – makes Sarah understand, and she straddles his head, turning with her front to his feet, before lowering herself on his body. Both faces are thus positioned to service each other's needs; and without needing any further prompting, they do so. She opens her mouth, and welcomes within it his throbbing rod, head and shaft. He opens his mouth and his tongue darts to wander her pink folds. This is new for the girl, who experienced both activities – what she is doing to him, and what she is receiving from the same – but never at the same time. She finds it to be paradise. Rythm and gestures come back to her as if no time had elapsed, as she kisses, licks, plays with and sucks his cock. Unconsciously, just as she did weeks before, she finds it to be the perfect size for her to manipulate. The stimulation she receives from below – where her lover is poking and prodding her vagina, and stumbles on the nub that seems so strangely sensitive – arouses her even further, and she forces herself to be a bit more bold. With some difficulty, she lowers her head so much that all of his cock is within her mouth, somewhat uncomfortably close to her palate, but the noise the boy makes gratifies her. As she relaxes, taking the time to plant lazy kisses and swipes over its length, she reflects on the fact that this whole piece of hard flesh was within her. The thought of this being inside her soon makes her pause a second, and she regards it almost with detachment. Once the thought would have had her frightened. Now, as she holds the manhood that likely impregnated her, she feels only excitement. She smiles at the thought, and eagerly resumes her oral ministrations. The boy has had no quandaries or deep thoughts apparently, as he has not stopped savoring her. He has brought his fingers around to spread the folds that cover her hole, so to better reach it, lapping up the juices that begin to come down it. This is bliss, but to Sarah this is but an appetizer; her train of thought leads to a need imperiously clamoring to be sated, and she obeys. She straightens herself up, moving slightly so her companion can stop as well. He does not protest as she moves off him, and quickly moves back as she places herself in the same position he was until now, her back on the furs. She looks at him with an ardent gaze. Before, she but spread her legs with a smile, and he did what he was meant to do. This time she is bolder. She brings up her knees, well spread, and moves her hands around her buttocks. Once again imitating what she saw that unforgettable night, she reaches between her legs and pulls, shamelessly exposing her sex to him. And, uncaring if he understands the words, and dismissive of how coarse this is, she utters a phrase that but two months ago would have made her die of embarassment outright. “Please; fuck me!” He needn't the encouragement. He moves quickly, kneeling before her secret temple she is freely offering him. In his haste, his cock slips off twice her already wet entrance, before he aims carefully and fulfills her request. “Oh YES!” Sarah crows in triumph, at once slipping her arms around his shoulders and pushing him towards her. Boy and girl melt together, their bodies fused by the heat of both the ardent, hungry kiss and the desperate grinding of penis within vagina. They maintain the embrace, the boy still flush with her as his hips move frantically up and down. The girl approves, her hands drawing shallow canals in the flesh of his back, and her legs remaining up and dancing with each thrust. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me...”  This is the babbling mantra that escapes her lips, a prayer immediately heard and fulfilled every time. Maybe it is perverse pleasure in embracing her new situation, compared to her previous chastity; maybe it is her feelings for him that want to give him more and more. “Sarah...” he breathes, not stopping his efforts, and her heart melts at his tone. She is behaving beyond what she is sure even the worst, most lurid and depraved prostitutes say and do, beyond even what she had done back then. She cares not. She loves him, and she loves him taking possession of her. She loves him fucking her. The repeated use of that word, one she had been regrettably exposed to years before, and that she had been most severely warned about, makes her giggle at the irony. What would her nine-years old self say, watching the older Sarah in the passionate embrace of a savage, letting him ravage her with nary a protest but instead eagerly offering all of herself? Again, no matter. She cares not. Her lover rises from his position and, using his strong arm, gently pulls her alongside, so they find themselves sitting, her in his lap. It takes a bit of synchronization, but they manage to move as one, gently thrusting to separate and join together, in a less powerful way than before, but surely sweeter. Sarah has found out she likes quite a lot kissing; not the chaste peck on the cheek that had been her limit before, the hungry, tongue-powered reciprocal invasions of each other mouths, breaths merging into one, as well as their groans and purrs. It cannot have been any clearer why some called this lovemaking. The boy evidently shares the same liking, as neither he nor she make any move to change position for quite a while, maybe also as an interlude of sorts, to last longer. In the end, though, he is the one who breaks the embrace and lightly pushes on her shoulders. The girl, herself fine with switching gears, pushes with her feet to move off his lap, not without sparing a glance at his cock as it slips free. Then she turns around, moving on her knees and settling her buttocks towards him. As he rises behind her, the bizarre reasoning that, positioned like that, they are mating just like dogs in a rut (as she had happened to see at times) makes her giggle. Her lover quickly penetrates her once more, and this time he begins to fuck her with far more energy and speed, to compensate the previous sweetness and answer the primal urge to reach the conclusion of the act. “Oooohhh...” Sarah moans, lightly bouncing on her hands and licking her dry lips, clearly approving of this approach. Perhaps dogs had gotten it right, she surmises. As they have coasted with their pleasure before, it doesn't take long for either of them to reach that august peak and fall apart, his come once more investing (quite needlessly, objectively) her quivering sanctum. The youngsters collapse, the girl rolling into his embrace. “I love you.” Sarah murmures through her daze. She can almost hear his smile. - In both quantity and quality, despite the language barrier, both of them show very willing to recoup the time lost, the first time not being enough to satisfy this reawakened hunger. The boy had acted, for two months, as if she were a vestal and could not be touched; now he claims her with all the enthusiasm of a mating stallion. Enthusiasm that very much pleases her, and that she returns in spades. So liberated feels the girl, so unbound by her previous worries and beliefs, that she let go completely. She does not stifle any sound coming from her throat, uncaring on how loud it was, caused by his attentions. And she makes sure her own attentions pull similar sounds from his own, too. It is uncanny how easily they find a balance between their passion and lust: how quickly they settle what each wants, how the other bows to said wants and then claims his or her own. Something connects them at a primal level, something that repels any awkwardness or fleeting resentment, wiped away by a fire too bright to be looked at. Somehow this translates in a patience no hypothetical watcher would have thought possible, given their ardor. The boy does not protest when she has him sit, her hand pumping his manhood while she suckles his nipple (something she vaguely glimpsed before).  Sarah does not protest when she takes his place, his middle finger twisting and turning inside her vagina, his mouth biting gently her breast. Both submit to the other's curiosity and desire to manipulate the other's body docilely. He groans when she lets her hand care for his throbbing rod, with her mouth instead focused on the sack with his balls. She mewles when he has her upside down, almost resting on her head while he holds onto her tighs and his head is busy between them. Perhaps the knowledge that she is expecting makes them focus on other, less trodden avenues to pleasure. But neither do they ignore the main ones, after this bout of curiosity is satisfied for the moment. Sarah likes it very much when her sex is worshipped by his hungry mouth, or teased by his nimble fingers. But nothing compares to the feeling of heavenly invasion, of righteous perfection when it is his cock that finds it place between her trembling folds, that – sometimes gently, sometimes roughly – enters her core and makes her his. She can feel it in his strokes, in his effort to sheath himself as deeply as he can each time, in his holding onto her, how much it has cost him to keep away from her all that time. That realization only cements her feelings for him, beyond the mere physical sphere. He loves me. She comprehends that he is still unable to say it to her, at least in a way she would understand; the only way he can say it is with caresses, kisses, and, well, fucking. Sarah thinks the caresses are tender. Sarah believes those kisses are passionate. Sarah thinks that fucking is the best. There is plenty of that as their dance reaches a crescendo, and the sweet, teasing mood of exploration feeds and leaves its place to raw desire. Gentle touches fade into the background, and are replaced by desperate fumbling before their sexes join together, again and again and again. - Sarah's mouth detaches from his cock with a wet pop, a luminous trail of saliva remaining behind. It is the second time he needs to return to full mast, and she had wordlessly volunteered her help in doing so; it was not the slow, loving effort of before, more of a furious bobbing up and down, in her impatience to see it return at full mast. The girl holds onto it, stroking it quickly to maintain the build-up, as she leans forward for a quick kiss. He returns the kiss, but he holds onto her with his hands. She is not sure where this is going, but trusts him, and lets him maneuver her once more into a kneeling position, on her forearms. Her puzzlement disappears when he collects, with quick swipes, some fluid from her oozing hole and prods the other, far more shameful one. A small gasp comes from her mouth in surprise. “Here?” his voice asks, interrogative. His 'wife' (at least a part of her is beginning to call herself such, sort of) hesitates a brief moment; she remembers the early difficult she had with Henri, and even though pleasure eventually came, he was far less endowed than her current partner. But in her hazy, half-delirious mind, lust eventually overcomes fear, and she ends up turning her head and whispering: “Yes.” He smiles, as he carefully dabs and pokes a bit, making her shiver in his attempt to make sure she is well lubricated (another useful remembrance), before he rises and positions himself. Sarah groans, as he proceeds slowly and cautiously, and grits her teeth; as predicted, his size does make this somewhat uncomfortable. Her hands grabs the furs, to release the tension. As he reaches as far as he can go and begins to ease backwards, the girl squirms; from his noise it's clear he's enjoying it quite a lot, so she tries not to voice her discomfort, hoping it's temporary. As before, it is, and the tension eventually dissipates. She straightens her back, and her grunts become moans once more; past the first impact, she finds that being arse-fucked is even better than she remembers, the size difference playing to her advantage this time. ”Mmmmhhh...!” she exhales blissfully, closing her eyes to better enjoy it. She is definitely not going to hesitate anymore when he suggest this, in the future. And she feels happy that her 'husband' has now claimed the lone part of her that she had left to give him. It is appreciable to see that, despite his being in control of the act, he dominates himself; she can easily guess that he'd like to ravage her arse as he did her pussy, but for her sake moves at a rather sedate pace. It is up to her, once things have loosened up enough, to turn a bit again and say: “Faster.” He is all too happy to oblige, rising to his feet while careful to remaining inside, and increasing the tempo. Discomfort does not come back, and if it does, it is eclipsed by the wondrous feeling her tightness sends her. He is close, his words turn almost painful, and even she is not far off. “Almost there. Almost... almost... almost...” the girl whimpers, like a sinful prayer to an idol begging for release. Her prayer is answered, and Sarah comes undone, her body shaking and twisting, and her sight almost going black; she lets her head fall on her forearms as her partner needs a bit more time before howling himself, and she is curiously detached as she notices the differences from when he spilled elsewhere. They both collapse on to the furs, spent, but manage to get into an embrace. A kiss seems the best way to seal this. Sarah Phillips looks at the eyes of her mate; for everything that happened, she has never felt both happier and safer than in his arms. And she has never been surer that she doesn't want to leave them. “I am yours.” she says, voice surprisingly clear despite the energy spent. A wide smile is her first answer, together with a tender caress to her cheek. “You stay?” She smiles, kind of shyly, and one hand goes to her still flat belly. “We stay.”

Chapter 2 - New Lives

Sarah Phillips can not leave. She is informed of this very soon, just as she is wondering what the subsequent days (and more) would bring. It is a known, if rather unwelcome face, to inform her so: the very warrior who had captured her and brought her in the village. She flinches when he walks into the tipi, recognizing the stern face and a few telling scars, and instinctively scurries away from him. He doesn't seem to care about this, but talks to her in halting English. ”You stay. The others, they go.” Dismayed and not understanding, she timidly makes enquiries as to why, but gets no other answer by the time he leaves. When, the very afternoon, the subsided and thoroughly shocked group of travelers leaves the village, she watches them go with her stomach in a pit. Part of her wants to run to and join them, come what may, but she feels eyes on her, and dares not. Sarah also does not quite relish the idea of rejoining the road, and what eventually it leads to. Questions, to which she would have no satisfactory answers. Judgement, perhaps, and that idea chills her to the bone. She spends the rest of her waking hours pondering what disturbs her more, the knowledge that her friends and family would be informed that she had gone missing in an Indian ambush, or the anxiety of what their reactions would be if told what had been her lot after being captured. But about that... what would the disappearing forms of the survivors say? The girl desperately tries to think, in the relative privacy and calm of her current 'home'. They would hardly say a thing of what they had found, and what they had eventually joined, she was confident of that. What man, what woman would admit to having had... carnal knowledge with savages, even if they claimed violence? It would avail them nothing, and hurt them immensely; especially the women. So they would keep their mouth shut. It would become an uncomfortably shared secret, locked away in the deepest recesses of their minds, peeking through at some moment, but always shoved back into a dark spot, until the grave came to seal both lips and memories... She starts, a horrifying thought coming to her mind. But what about Henri? He is but a tween; the impression of that fateful night would be powerful on him as on anyone. And how long until, with friendly ears, he would burst and say something? Or until his lips let out something unwillingly, and it would lead to him confess everything? If that were the case, then Sarah's behavior would not be hidden, either. The truth would come out like a gushing river, and Henri would blubber out what he had seen her doing. She hadn't believed her stomach could land any lower than it already had. She feels positively sick. Her parents. Mr. Franklin. Moses. ...James. Her mind reels from the vague concepts of their horror and their repulse, and she pulls it away from that; she cannot do this. Not now. She drops on the furs, and begins to cry until she falls asleep. * Hours turn to days, and days become weeks, eventually. As they did, she finds herself slowly finding her new normalcy customary, if not welcome; and the uncertainty regarding her fate melts into a slight worry, never quite getting away, but no longer such an oppressive belief. What daunts her the most was the inability to speak; the boy that hosts her spoke not a word of English, and thus any communication is to be made with empathetic gestures. Luckily, he does not seem to mind, and is always patient with her. Few inhabitants speak her tongue beyond a few words here and there; however, one who does, a middle-aged woman with a kindly face, readily offers some of her time to teach her at least some words in the tongue of the tribe, for which she os grateful. While the patient work does not solve outright the issue, it does lessen it a bit and makes her feel a bit more confident, as sounds around her turn to recognizable words. Meanwhile, as the fear ebbs, something unexpected creeps up for her: boredom. Having too many hours at her disposal, and after having spent an uncertain but surely great number of those just worrying and thinking, at last Sarah realizes she can not worry herself to death. So she goes out. And, when she sees the women busy with what look like their assigned duties, she decides to join them. Nobody stops her; but it makes her wonder why nobody had asked her to before, not even the boy. Every woman in the village who had grown beyond childhood seems to be thus engaged and charged. Her host does seem grateful for her beginning to do simple things such as fetching water or bringing food from what she assumed was a shared pot of the tribe, though. And, speaking of the boy... that is perhaps the biggest mystery of it all. They share a tent. They are hardly a two feet apace when laying down. Yet, he would not claim her again. Sarah has spent the first few nights in a state of smoldering terror, barely closing her eyes and even waking up with a start, as if she felt hands touching her or holding her down. And even during the day, when he is not outside, she glances at him from the corner of her eye, waiting for him to turn towards her and tugging on his leather pants. But he does not. The most the boy does, is give her a gentle caress from time to time, on the shoulder or at most on the cheek. He doesn't even kiss her any more. As if she were nothing but her guest, and he were to treat her as such. She is positively befuddled by this. She recalls memories of him coming to her, kindly but firmly urging her to service him, then responding like that to her... well, claiming him... It does not make a shred of sense. And she has no way to express or discuss things. Their conversation iss still at the basic level of their names (she has transmitted him what her name was, and he is able to say it now, while she still struggles with his), but even if it had had the power to talk about this matter, she would hesitate, fearful to know why, and fearful to provoke him into behaving otherwise. Somewhat fearful, a part of her adds to the last bit. Nor does she feel confident of raising the matter with her woman friend; as shamed as she is, discussing with a third party why her... well, she was unsure at what he exactly is to her, but why he would not take her to bed is a question that would never be uttered by her. Despite her taking up those duties to fill up her days, though, time for brooding and thinking matters thrice-considered already remains aplenty. And by indulging in these understandable tendencies, she fails to notice the glances she was getting, from more than her friend and the boy she was staying with. * Understanding comes as the biggest shock of all. Sarah is confusedly able to count roughly seven or eight weeks when a new factor seeps in: something seems to be wrong with her. Food begins to taste queer and do poorly with her. While the climate remains as before, she feels bursts of both unreasonable warmth and sudden cold. She also feels a strange, if light, weakness, seeping through her bones, for no reason at all. When the kindly woman sees her stumble a bit, she acts as if awaiting this moment for a while, and brings her somewhere secluded. There, after asking her for permission, she raises the girl's tunic over to her shoulders and for some reason spends time touching, prodding and looking. When she is finished, she turns to her young companion with a smile and tells her something completely unexpected. Sarah does not meet such news with a smile, but rather with a frozen, horrified grimace. Without saying a word, she rises to her feet and lets them take her where they wanted. She is with child. Her capture has been timely indeed, beyond the needs of the tribe. And she has honestly forgotten, in everything that had went by, to remember about her bleeding; no surprise she had missed it. Now, she wishes nothing more but for the earth to open and swallow her whole. Her no longer being a maiden, she could somehow conceal. Her thoughts had turned in that direction, pondering what to do and even considering ways to escape. There is no method she could conceive, however, to conceal her being pregnant. In a matter of weeks, her belly would grow, and anyone with eyes would be able to see the truth. Even as she is still moving, almost running, her knees give out, and she collapses to the hard and uneven ground. Overwhelmed by too many thoughts and emotions, she starts sobbing, fat tears dropping down from her face. She sees and knows no more. At least, until a hand touches her shoulder and forcibly snaps her back to reality. Sarah turns her devastated face around, to be met by the boy's concerned expression. He kneels beside her, his arm covering her shoulders as if to provide comfort. Surprisingly, it sort of does; the contact somehow calms her a little, and the uncontrollable movements of her chest and lungs subside a bit. Taking a few deep breaths to reorient herself, she looks into those eyes of his, seeing the worry and fear. She hears him talking softly, words again strange to her ears yet soothing, an evident attempt to console her somehow. In the emptiness of her heart, deprived of any sort of support by this new development, something warm stirs once more. With a sigh, she leans onto him, seeking more comfort, and she finds it when he outright hugs her, letting her rest her head on his broad chest. She doesn't know how long she stayed like that; but by the time he risks moving, she is at least calm and no longer crying. As she does not react badly, he helps her to her feet, and offers for them to return to their home. She recognizes the last word, one of the few she has learnt; it leaves a bitter taste in her ears, but she nods, and lets herself be guided back into the village, from the woods where she had escaped before. He does not push her for answers, until they are within the leather confines that are theirs and nobody else's, but as he sits down he is visibly bursting from worried curiosity. Sarah eyes him, uncertain. She is sure that, in all likelihood, it's him that... impregnated her; only he and the other boy had spilled seed inside her, the apparent cause to her current turmoil. Would he care? Does it matter? Questions come to her mind, and she cannot answer them once again. She sighs, closes her eyes, and settles for the truth. She slowly speaks the words, and, to make sure she is understood, gently grabs his hands and places her over her belly. The gesture costs her much, but it needs to be done. His reaction is almost comical, and she needs to fight down a giggle, despite her current mood. His jaws drops as low as it can, and his eyes almost bulge out from their sockets. He looks down at her midriff, as if trying to ascertain with his sight that what she is saying is truth. When he raises his head again, however, her heart's beats change their tune, as his smile is almost dazzling. He is happy. He repeats her name, and grabs her hands, holding them; a gesture that might be done between friends back in her old life, she recognizes with a strange feeling. Sarah does not quite understand what is moving in her heart right now, but she feels her misery somewhat dispelled by this genuine and contagious elation. Her lips tug, and she breaks into a smile of her own, much to her own surprise. As if his happiness at knowing he will be a father counterbalances what motherhood means for her. Actual tears pool in his eyes, by Jove. His hand reaches up and caresses her cheek; it causes her to flush, for some reason. And then he does what definitely ruin things once and for all. He leans towards her and kisses her again, fully on the lips. * Up until then, the girl has not given much thought to what he would do. Her worry wass definitely on what it means for her, for who she was before, for the consequence this child would bring into her life as it was. Now? He has first shown enough exuberance that her own dark thoughts have yielded a bit before it. And with that kiss (powerful, with arms going around her shoulders, tongue asking for passage) they capitulate. And something else with it. Without her brains having a say on it, Sarah reacts in two ways: she opens her mouth so that his tongue can find hers, and she likewise throws her arms around his back, one hand resting on the nape of his neck. Closing her eyes, she immerses herself in the feeling of that kiss, the spark it causes, the all-consuming warmth it stirred, that blows away any fears and any doubts. She wants to stay like that forever. Without worry, without issues, fended off by his embrace. When her mind catches up with this train of thought, she struggles to come up with words to explain it. Love. Can it be that? Can it be that she... loves him? As a woman is meant to love a man on whose side she stays? The answer to these curious questions comes when she feels something pressing softly against her breasts. A hand. A blush comes to her cheeks. It seems something else has shifted, too. They separate, panting a bit after that steamy kiss. The same joy is still shining in his eyes, but there is something else, that goes well with the gesture. “Sarah...?” he says interrogatively. In the name, she recognizes his way to ask permission. She does not know why he has held back all that time, but he definitely wants it now. Does she want it? She choose to answer with yet another gesture. Her hand cups the space between his tighs, gently pressing (which causes a sensible reaction). Smiling at the boy, she says: “Yes.”

Chapter 1 - Dirty Deeds

Sylvanas Windrunner x Gallywix   Dusty Durotar wind brushed the green beings face as it walked between the great gates of Orgrimmar. The tall and thick walls were nothing new, being used to the goblin architecture anyway it still gave a nice and fresh vibe to the very pearl of Horde. After entering The Valley of Strength he looked around. There were hundreds of beings of different races walking around and doing their businesses, some were carrying raw materials the others transporting carriages full of weapons. Horde was preparing for another war that was for sure. Fixing his eyes on the massive building in the center, a small grin appeared on his face and he continued forward. Orgrimmar was very busy city and the Horde was never in sleep even more after their new leadership. Approaching the huge building he noticed two huge tauren warriors on each side of the entry. Minding his own business the goblin marched forward just to be startled by a massive pole getting thrusted just inches away from his face in the sandy ground. “This area is restricted, state your business.” One of the tauren shouted in a strong authorative tone. Goblin was still trying to regain his breath after the sudden jump scare moment but after fixing his clothes to gain some of his posture back – spoke “Ah... I need to talk with your warchief I have very important matters to discuss” he said and tipped his hat. Both tauren looked at each other and shrugged shoulders. “Who are you?” the other guard asked. Goblin appeared to be shocked by the incompetence of these guards. “Who am I?” he replied with a hint of annoyance. “I’m Trade Prince Gallywix the Leader of the Bilgewater Cartel...” with a smug grin looked in the eyes of the tauren who asked the question “also know as the goblin king.” After saying his full name both tauren uncomfortably shifted in their positions. First one immediately removed the pole while the other looked at the ground “My apologies sir, you may enter” he said and motioned towards the doors. Goblin looked at his hand gesture and with a destructive look walked passed the both guards “Of course I can.” He angrily murmured. He was in a small room which had openings on both sides, knowing very well that both led to the wide open throne room he fixed his posture for one last time and with a small grin walked inside. Upon entering the open area he immediately saw her. Comfortably laid back in the huge throne (that was clearly meant for an orc size being) with her legs crossed and arms on each side of the chair. There she was – Sylvanas Windrunner the new Warchief of the Horde in all her glory. Only after few more seconds he noticed that they were not alone and that her personal dark ranger squad was here as well. Standing in a circle formation barely moving, they looked more like a decorations than actual guards. “Well, well, well...” Sylvanas murmured while tracing the goblin slowly approaching her. Her crossed leg swinging in anticipation. Getting in the center of the warchief hut Goblin slightly bowed and tipped his hat. “ahem...” he cleared his throat. “Lady Sylvanas let me first congratulate you on your new rank I always saw someone like you to be a much better option for a warchief in these hard times” Goblin said and felt himself cringe inside. Sylvanas rolled her eyes and gestured ‘’enough’’ with her hand before slightly leaning forward. “What is the real reason you came here goblin king?” she asked while staring into his eyes. Feeling slightly offended by her dismissal of him, goblin instead smirked and discarded his emotions after all she was Sylvanas and being rude was something that came naturally with her. “I came here to make a deal and a very good one that is.” Sylvanas lifted her eyebrow. “Something that will heavily benefit Horde and give us an enormous advantage in the battle against Alliance.” Sylvanas laid back in the throne and grabbed the armrests “I’m listening.” She replied. Cracking a laugh goblin shifted his eyes on her rangers. “I’m afraid this is something I can only discuss in private it’s a very secret information.” He said and hoped for the best that she will take the bait. Sylvanas was used to these kind of situations and with a quick gesture all the dark rangers in the room bowed at the same time and left the building, leaving both leaders completely alone. Letting out a groan she spoke – “It better be good otherwise you will make me annoyed and you don’t want that to happen” slightly tilting her head she observed the short person in front of her. “Hehe will see...” goblin smiled and fished out his small coin bag. Sylvanas eyes sprang open as she saw a small flickering chip in his hands. “What... is that?” she asked and uncrossed her legs standing up. Goblin held the small piece in his hands showing it to Sylvanas. “This my lady is called Azerite” smiled goblin. Sylvanas slowly made her way towards the goblin, eyes not leaving the small glowing piece in his hands. “Once the Sargeras stabbed our loving planet it made her bleed and this essentially is her crystallized blood” shifting the chip around he gave it to Sylvanas who opened her hand to accept it. “What matters is that we have found out that this material carries a lot of power in it and that any being who will have this forged into their armor will grant them huge amount of supernatural strength and power making them simply unbeatable” Sylvanas listened to what goblin talked about but her eyes were still glued to the small chip, it was hypnotizing. “With this in Horde’s hands we will decimate Alliance and they will have absolutely no chance to fight back” he grinned when seeing how much Sylvanas was taken by this. “Absolute power...” she whispered. After 1 minute she left the trance and gave the chip back to the goblin. “We need more of this and fast!” she said and sat back in her throne excited. “I’m already working on it my lady, my personal mining company is already gathering a lot of Azerite and will be ready to transport the first wave in the upcoming few days.” Then the goblins wide grin appeared “But... obviously I won’t do it for free.” Sylvanas face turned into confusion but knowing goblins very well and their addiction to money and treasure she somewhat expected that. Letting out a sigh she laid back against the throne once again. “What do you want?” she coldly asked. Goblin king started to sweat this was the moment to make it or break it. And he knew that he had to act properly if he pushed too far he might end up dead. “Well...” he started and scratched his head. “There is something that I want... that I wanted for some time now.” He kept playing it cool but his insides were becoming more tense each second. Meanwhile Sylvanas was getting uneasy. “What is it then? Obviously you are not interested in gold since that is something you are much richer in than we are” she said and started to tap her fingers on the armrests. “No, no...” he quickly replied. “I was thinking more like... of carnal satisfaction...” he silently ended. Sylvanas sighed and looked up. “I can arrange that as well, what type of slaves you want? Perhaps Alliance prisoners? Although it’s not common practise I really don’t care, everyone plays dirty in war. Maybe some night elf priestesses or draenei, I’ve heard that those are very fun to break...” she kept swinging her leg and tapping her fingers, this whole situation was starting to irritate her. Noticing the goblin shaking his head Sylvanas grew more angry. Leaning forward she stared into his very soul “What is on your mind then?” she sounded very cold and threatening. Gulping down saliva goblin took his courage and looked back at her, their stares connecting. “You.” He simply stated. Sylvanas face freezed as if her brain had stopped working, giving it a light shake “...What did you say?” she sounded very confused. “I said... I want you.” Goblin repeated once again. After an awkward moment of silence Sylvanas slowly stood up and made her way towards the short green guy. Her face was completely blank and her hips shifted in the purple chainmail armor as she moved closer with each step. Stopping few inches from him she looked down to meet his eyes. The green chubby goblin was barely at her waist level. Looking up and meeting her eyes goblin tried to smile and grin the whole situation was very uncomfortable and he was feeling huge amount of tension. His fear was building up all the time noticing how blank Sylvanas face was looking into him not even a slightest vibe coming from her. To his surprise Sylvanas spoke very calmly “I can kill you in about 5 different ways right now and all of them can be done in 1 second’’. Scratching his head again he looked aside “I.. I know, you are very dangerous woman and I mean no disrespect, it’s just...” before he could continue Sylvanas took him by his throat and lifted him in the air. Her boiling red eyes piercing into him “No disrespect.. NO DISRESPECT?!” she shouted at him. “You want to defile me with your pathetic and ugly body, your own warchief!” starting to apply pressure around his neck. Goblins legs were swinging pointlessly in the air as he was fighting for the precious oxygen. Only gibberish coming out of his mouth. Not wanting to take the risk of ending this scums life she released her grip and goblin crashed against the floor grasping his throat and inhaling loudly. “How dare you to say something like that to me? If you were not a leader of Bilgewater Cartel you would have been dead already...” she let out a frustrating grunt and walked back to her throne. “We are done” she said and crossed her legs once again barely containing her anger. After couple more coughs goblin stood up from the floor. “Fine by me, in that case Alliance will get this” he shown the small glowing chip to Sylvanas one more time before starting to leave. Sylvanas face turned into anger once more “You little green piece of shit if you intend to give this to Alliance I will make sure that you won’t leave Orgrimmar with your limbs attached.” Goblin turned back and smirked “Then do what I ask” as he saw Sylvanas reaching for her bow he quickly continued “kill me and Alliance will get Azerite immediately, you think I’m that dumb?” Goblin asked and Sylvanas looked at him in question. “What are you talking about you green shit?” she sharply replied. “I have informed my contacts that if I don’t return, they can assume I have been killed and therefore they have received order that all the shipment will be transported to Alliance immediately” Sylvanas was shaking as she heard those words she couldn’t kill him now. Turning fully to the vicious and pissed off Sylvanas “So, how is it going to be? Are you willing to do this for the Horde to win the war... or... you are ok with your own ambitions to take over and be the reason why Horde gets defeated by the Alliance filth?” Sylvanas was barely audible ‘You... you are blackmailing me...” Her response made the goblin smile and he walked closer. “Not really, I wasn’t lying when I told you that I want you.” He said and watched closely as Sylvanas posture was already igniting in another rush of hate but slowly dying out. “It’s a small price to pay for the benefit for the Horde, don’t you think?” he laughed and flicked the azerite chip. Sylvanas face was vacant once again, after 1 minute of silence she stood up and without saying a word started to remove her armor. Goblins eyes sprang open as he saw piece by piece of Sylvanas purple chainmail dropping on the ground. It was a massive turn on for him to have this powerful authority figure play by his rules. He felt himself harden as her shoulderpads were off and she was working on her pants. As her pants came off she stood only in her black bra, matching panties and armored boots for which she found no reason to take off. Without saying a word she turned her back to him and bent forward on the throne bracing herself on the seat. After a moment of hesitation she pulled her panties down to her knees “5 minutes’’ she said in monotone. Meanwhile goblin was sweating like a beast in The Barrens heat, Sylvanas Windrunner the Warchief of The Horde was presenting herself for him. Gulping he quickly approached her, immediately noticing a problem. She was too tall. Her butt was right at his face. Using the situation goblin leaned closer to her light blue pale backside. To goblins surprise (and maybe luck) there were no signs of decaying. Her body looked very lively apart from the skin tone. Goblin kings perverted eyes wandered around her backside. She had meaty thighs and strong legs which made sense considering that she was a fighter after all. Then his gaze came upon her privates. Her vaginal lips in a slighty darker color were firmly pressed together and looked extremely tight. Goblin king knew that there was no way that someone like her is going to be a virgin, but it was blatant that she didn’t participate in sexual activites often, at least with her lower half. Leaning closer he took a light whiff of her pussy, couldn’t smell much but the faint scent of typical females musk was there. As curiosity guided him with both thumbs he parted her slit open. The soft pink tunnel appeared in front of his eyes, she was indeed looking tight. Quickly goblin leaned forward and slid his tongue all over her spread slit making Sylvanas let out a surprised gasp. “Stop fucking around!” she shouted angrily turning her head to look at the green pervert. “Just get this over with...”she finished and turned her head back towards the throne. “4 minutes” she added. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to participate in this activity at all and that this was just a business which would be one and done never to be mentioned again. Hearing her authorative voice goblin knew that he had to hurry up. With the slight salty taste of Sylvanas cunt in his mouth he rapidly started to remove his pants. Sylvanas felt the goblins hand resting on her hip while the metallic sound of him getting rid of his belt echoed in the room. Vibing her face in disgust she simply wanted this to be over as soon as possible. There was no pleasure in this for her, since she had been killed and ressurected many things have been taken from her, one of them to bear a child, the other – carnal pleasures. She could still feel a touch or pain, however it would not spark any sexual or pleasant feelings. Out of curiosity she had once penetrated herself with a hilt of a sword it was the closest thing that would come close to a male penis, she wouldn’t try this with anyone else for obvious reasons, not to defile her image and her own ego. Although she felt the hilt entering in her vagina there was absolutely no pleasure in it, if anything she felt slight pain and discomfort but not pleasure. It was depressing to her. Her thoughts were interrupted by goblin hands attempting to push her lower. “What the fuck are you doing?” she shouted at him with venom in her tone. “I can’t get in you like this, get on your knees, you are too tall...” struggled goblin. Sylvanas rolled her eyes and with a groan got on her knees still facing the throne, afterwards leaning forward and resting her head on the comfortable seat. While looking sideways she was preparing for the inevitable. Meanwhile the constant feel of goblins hands on her backside was really starting to get on her nerves. Finally goblin managed to fish out his 10cm green pecker and and pushed it against her slit. Sylvanas immediately bit her lip to suppress any sounds, last thing she wanted was to entertain this green idiot. Meanwhile goblin had trouble to stick it in. Due to the fact that he was very nervous his penis wasn’t as stiff as he would desire but she was also very dry and tight. After few more strokes he managed to get himself to full erection. Sylvanas tensed in discomfort as goblin once again attempted to push inside, this time his penis head passed her folds. Sylvanas grunted in pain “What is your problem you moron? Can’t even stick in properly?” she shouted at him with face turned away. It was already humiliating and now he couldn’t even do this properly. “You are too dry...” goblin gasped while pushing and sliding his erect rod againt her slit. “And too tight without lubrication...” he murmured. Sylvanas once again rolled her eyes “I don’t care you little shit think of something...” she once again turned her gaze towards the wall “2 minutes...”she whispered while holding her anger in bay. Goblin was in panic, quickly spitting on his hand he drenched his penis in saliva, with another spit he applied some on her opening. With a new vigor he pushed in and moaned in pleasure as his whole length sank in the banshee queens depths. Sylvanas mouth opened in silent gasp as she felt him invade her core. The feeling was strange and unpleasant. He wasn’t that big to hurt her she was uncapable of feeling pleasure, not to mention the act itself was very humiliating to her and that was what really hurt her, mentally. Meanwhile goblin regulated his breathing his heart was pounding like crazy. He was balls deep in Sylvanas Windrunner no one would ever live to tell the tale. The situation was unreal to him. And even more surprising was the fact that she wasn’t cold! She was lukewarm and it turned him on even more, the rumors of her being a ‘’corpse’’ was definitely false. With his dick burried deep in the banshees tight hole he finally took hold of her hips and with no mercy started to pound her. Sylvanas felt her whole body jerking each time the goblin slammed against her. It was so horrible and pathetic. She felt his dick pushing in and out of her tight unused hole. Turning her face towards the seat she once again bit her lip and pulled her hands in knuckles. It was degrading experience and she was literally counting seconds for it to end. Goblin king switched between moaning and grunting as he kept penetrating her tight snatch the feeling was something else. At this point he was convinced that her vagina was more narrow than some of the goblin girls he had been with and that tells a lot. He was very close and did his best to maintain control, wanting to enjoy this as long as possible. “1 minute...” Sylvanas grunted out through clenched teeth. While goblin was doing his best not to cum before the time, Sylvanas was doing her best not to release her inner banshee. This level of humiliation and degradation made her inner self to almost snap. If that happened the deal would be off and perhaps in addition to that there would be a corpse in the room to take care off. For 30 more seconds goblin slammed his dick inside her depths, his saliva was doing miracles but even with that he started to feel more and more friction as his saliva was slowly getting depleted, meanhwile there was no lubrication coming from her side which made things a lot harder for him. Her vagina began to milk him harder and harder which forced him to reach his peak. Blood was dripping down her lips as she had pierced them with her teeth she could barely hold herself together. Every complete penetration made her face vibe in disgust and anger if there was a hell for her she saw this as a clear possibility. Her thoughts were interrupted once again as she heard the goblin moan out “I’m cumming!”. Next couple of thrusts were especially rough and her whole head bounced a bit as he did. Eventually she felt him halt deeply inside of her before feeling warm susbtance slowly flooding her insides. Sylvanas closed her eyes. The deed was done and the nightmare was over. Meawhile goblin was still breathing heavily. Holding himself firmly against her hips he felt as more and more of his cum escaped his balls to invade her depths. After some time he felt that nothing more will come out and slowly started to remove his semi-hard penis from her vagina. *slush* his penis left her lower lips. Soon some of his spunk appeared from her parted slit and started to run down her thigh staining the hides in front of the throne. Feeling was gross and if she was capable, most likely would have vomitted already. But instead in complete silence she slowly stood up on her feet and without even glancing at the goblins direction walked to the other side of the room and opened one of the chests. Goblin watched with interest as Sylvanas picked up some linen cloth pieces and started to wipe herself. Not wanting to make matters worse goblin decided to keep his mouth shut. First her thighs and then her slit with almost elegant precision she cleaned herself. It almost felt like she was in completely different dimension. As she was done cleaning his jizz off of her body in the same manner as before she returned to the throne and started to equip her armor, starting with her underwear and then chainmail pants. Goblin had already put his own pants on and nervously waited for her to say something he definitely didn’t want to push his luck. In 30 seconds Sylvanas had fully equipped herself and sat back in the throne. This time however her gaze was above him as if avoiding eye contact. Goblin noticed this but didn’t want to comment, he knew that this was probably very humiliating for her. “I want all the Azerite supplies to be delivered in 3 days time” this time however she looked him in the eyes and he thought that for a moment he saw banshee in there “If by any chance you don’t hold your end of the bargain...” she tensed and leaned forward with eyes igniting in bloody red. “And.. IF YOU TELL ANYONE WHAT HAPPENED HERE!” she shouted at him in half Sylvanas half banshee voice. Goblin was few moments away from shitting his pants. “I... will make sure to track you down and inflict the worst endless torture on you anyone has ever experienced...” she added and leaned back into the throne. Goblin king gulped down and really looked terrified. “Trust me... with my experience in Undercity we have researched the most effective torture methods... you don’t want to try me on this one.” She said and shifted in her seat. “Get lost you green filth and bring me my azerite.” She coldly responded. Goblin weakly smiled “As you wish... my lady...” he tipped his hat and turned to leave. As he was leaving the personal dark ranger squad of Sylvanas already passed him to once again accompany Warchief in their guarding positions none of them paid attention to him. Goblin king left the building and started to walk towards the Orgrimmars gate. “We will see about that... you banshee bitch.” He smirked and cracked a laugh.

Chapter 2 - Shit Happens (EXTREME NSFW)

content level: EXTREME NSFW ! They were walking on the road for about 10 minutes now. Environment started to concern her. Goldshire was long gone and the small farm houses had also disappeared behind her back. All she saw in front of her was sandy road and forest on both sides. It made her nervous, there was no one around, no one to call for help if anything happened. Gosh... she didn’t even want to picture anything bad. But then the bartenders words came into her mind and she calmed down a bit. Elania remembered, that these roads were patrolled very often and that soon enough she should meet an Alliance party, that could even escort her to the next stop, which would be the guard tower. Elania kept walking with her son by her side, hands connected. It has been good 10 more minutes and they were basically in a forest now. “Mom... how long do we have to walk? I’m tired I want to see uncle!” her son complained and hit his hooved foot on the ground. Elania was getting nervous as well, she didn’t like the fact, that she was walking alone with her son in the middle of a forest, without a single living being nearby. She felt extremely uncomfortable. “I know sweety.... but we should be reaching the towe...” she didn’t finish her sentence as she had accidentaly looked behind and saw that 3 persons were following them, they were still in a reasonable distance, but they didn’t look like guards at all, cold sweat dripped down her back. “Sweety?” she turned to her son, while starting to walk faster. “How about we run for a bit? In that way we can meet uncle sooner?” she said nervously and started to run, pulling her son with her. “Mom.. why? I’m tired...” her son said, while trying to match up with his mothers long steps. “I know sweety... but we have to now” she said, while gasping for air and picking up the tempo quickly. Their hooves were hitting the road as both draenei ran for their lives. The fact that she was pregnant, made it more difficult for her to run, but when adrenaline to save your life and your child kicks in – it gives a huge boost. She was running for 10 seconds before whipping her head back and noticing that the 3 persons had also started to run to catch up with them. Now their intentions were clear to her. “Faster..” she said, while barely being able to inhale as she run. They were running for 10 more seconds, but suddenly her son slowed down. “Mommy... I can’t anymore, I have to take a break..” her son said, while gasping for air. Fear came through the mother and she quickly looked back, they had gained more distance from the 3 stalkers, but they were still coming closer each second. Elania bit her lip nervously and pulled her son off the road “Come here quickly” she said while pulling him deeper in the forest. In this place of forest, it was filled with smaller and bigger hills, that obscured the view in different directions. Elania led her son behind higher hill and crouched down with him near a tree. Both were gasping for air, sweat was dripping down her face. Then she took her sons face in her hands “Malen... listen to me, and listen to me closely”she said, while regulating her breathing and being on the verge of crying. “You have to stay here, until It’s safe for us, do you understand?” she said in shaky voice. Malen’s eyes went wide “Safe.. for us..? Mommy... what is happening I’m scared” he started to sniff and sob. Elania quickly hugged her son and felt tear escape her eye. “Few people are following us and they might not have good intentions, I will take care of it” she swallowed as she said those words. “Until then, don’t come out, no matter what happens and... no matter what you hear” her voice cracked on the last part. Her son was now wheeping, which she tried to silent by hugging him harder against her swollen belly an stroking his short dark hair. “I will return to you when it’s safe, I promise...” she said with teary eyes and kissed her son on the forehead, while quickly standing up and running away from him in opposite direction. Just after few seconds she was back on the road, as she had crossed it, she heard whistle coming from the side. Her blood went cold. The 3 stalkers had reached her and was now standing on her side just 20 meters away, it was pointless to run at this point. “Hey lass... why.. you run..” dwarf said while coming closer, trying to get some air in his lungs. The other 2 didn’t look so tired, but their chests were still lifting. Elania was shaking inside, she looked at the 3 stalkers. Dwarf looked like to be the leader of the group, on both sides he had middle aged, bearded humans. One was tall but skinny, probably about 190 cm, the other was slighty shorter, at about 185 cm, however that one was very muscular and looked intimidating. While the dwarf in the middle, typical to his race, was the shortest, standing about 170 cm tall, however his posture alone told enough that he was the brains of the group. “Wha.. what do you want?” she asked them in tembling voice. “Why are you chasing me?!” she shouted at them, not really wanting to hear the answer. “Ah...” dwarf said and spit out some of the saliva that had gathered in his mouth from the intense chase. “We are here to make a deal... but first” he said pointing towards the trembling draenei mother “Where is your kid?” he asked in serious tone. Elania averted her eyes “I don’t know what you are talking about... I’m alone” she said with shaking voice, resulting the 2 henchmen to let out a chuckle, while the dwarf was starting to laugh. Elania started to sweat more, obviously they were not so stupid as they looked like. “Do you... do you really think we are that dumb?” dwarf asked her while wiping tears out of his eyes. “Or maybe, you just think we are lower beings than you?” his tone suddenly changed to serious one and his comrades started to crack their knuckles. “I ... i” draenei stammered. “I will tell you what is going to happen...” dwarf said in serious tone, all the laughter was gone from his face. “You will obey us and we will use you, after we are done  – we will let you go” as dwarf was saying that, his henchmen had already cut any escape routes to her, by standing behind her few meters away on her sides. “Disobey or resist us...” he said in firm tone. Elania was nearly collapsing, her legs were shaking from the stress. “and we will have our fun with you anyway, except it won’t be as pleasant...” dwarf said and gave a small gesture with his fingers to his henchmen to get prepared. Elania was absolutely afraid, she tried her last piece of threat to scare them away “These...these roads are heavily patrolled, I will scream for help and they will hear me” her sudden response resulted dwarf to put his hand against his forehead and shake it in amusement. “You silly woman... you think that we don’t know about the frequent patrolls? I will tell you a secret.” He said and looked into her scared eyes with smug grin on his face. “This patroll will be delayed, let’s say... that I paid them in gold and goods, so they can chill for a bit” hearing those words Elania felt like fainting. So it was all planned, there will be no help. “Now...” dwarf said scanning down her body for the first time “I know that you are mother, already seen it that much, but you also seem to be pregnant, now that is a catch boys!” he smirked and Elania heard his henchmen chuckle behind her. “You... you won’t do anything to me.. I will figh..” she gasped as she felt one of the stalkers cupping her dress covered mound and grasping her left breast through fabric. “What a MILF boss” the skinny guy behind her back said, while rubbing his hand in her mound and kneading her left breast. Immediately Elania pushed back and stomped her hoof hard on the molesters foot. Skinny guy groaned in pain and released her shortly. Elania saw it as chance to escape and started to run, unfortunately the random direction she picked was diagonally from where her son was hiding, however she managed to run for only 5 seconds before feeling strong impact on her right side. The muscular guy had caught up with her and tackled her to the ground. Wind got knocked out of Elania as her body collided with the soft yet still tough forest ground. “You are not going anywhere, you filthy slut!” shouted the muscular human as he started to grope her body.  Elania was lying on her side and attempted to get rid of the molesters hands. “Get off me you dirty pig!” she shouted back at him with tears in eyes. She was struggling hard trying to get away from him, while doing her best to dodge his groping attacks. “Yes... yes struggle for me, waste your energy so it becomes easier to fuck you” muscular guy smirked as he managed to get few kneads on her breasts and butt. Elania’s eyes went wide and a new surge of energy came through her. “Never!” she screamed and punched him in the face. It took him by surprise and made him lean back. “You whore!” he shouted back and instead of groping, went for her neck and started choking her, while slapping her face with his other hand. Elania was fighting for air, her air pipe was closed by the strong hand of her assaulter, her hooves were scraping and hitting the forest ground attempting to get free. But just as soon as it started, he released her neck and Elania felt tears sliding down her cheeks, she made huge inhales of air trying to get back the air supply that was restricted for her. Her head was slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen she had experienced. Elania didn’t even notice as she was turned fully on her back and her arms were put above her head. Meanwhile dwarf had arrived to the fighting pair. He stopped for a moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of him. Poor draenei woman was lying on the ground on her back, arms held by the muscular molester above her head, white dress slightly wet from her sweat and dirty from the forest soil. “Oi mate, I think we better pull her deeper in the forest, just to be safe” dwarf said and pointed to his partner in crime that was sitting next to the draenei’s head and holding her arms together. He nodded and started to pull her by her hands. Elania was still dizzy, but she could feel being dragged, how forest grass was brushing against her back through the dress, with occasional small rock, that gave her anoying pain. As she opened her eyes, all she could see was the moving tress above her. It went for about 30 seconds before she felt being released and her hands hitting the ground. “That will be far enough” said the dwarf and looked back at the road, which was visible, but in safe distance from them, their position was also hidden by the small hill that they had pulled her to, making their upcoming horrible acts more secure for their own safety and pleasure. Dwarf also noticed the limping skinny human, who was slowly approaching them, looked like he was cursing on each step, which somewhat amused the dwarf and he started to laugh. Noticing his laugh he shouted back “What’s so funny?! That bitch broke my toe!” he groaned in pain. “Well that happens when you assault a lady” smirked dwarf and turned his attention back to the helpless draenei woman. After regaining her breath and stamina Elania started to get up, but immediately got stopped by the pressure on her shoulders. The muscular human pushed and held her back against the ground. “I suppose you will go first boss?” said the guy holding the draenei against the ground. Dwarf smirked “Damn sure I will” he said and started unbottoning his pants “Don’t worry, I will leave some of that ass for you as well” he continued and pulled his pants down. After hearing their conversation and hearing the noise of belt being removed, realization immediately hit her like a truck. “No..!” she screamed with cracked voice and tried to get up again. Dwarf got startled by her sudden reaction and backed off a bit. “For fucks sakes.. hold that bitch down, all those muscles and no strength to handle one wench?” dwarf said annoyed, while the desperate draenei was trashing on the ground and trying to kick dwarf. “Boss... I’m trying. She is stronger than she looks, she is not your common human wench, but a fucking draenei” he responded back, while having her arms spread above her head and held down hard with his own. Meanwhile Elania was crying and trashing around, “Don’t come near me! Don’t you dare!” she shouted with tears flying everywhere. Seeing that there was no way for him to get to her legs, she could knock him out easily with those strong thighs and thick hooves of hers, instead he went to her side and roughly pulled down her dress exposing her sweaty breasts to the forest air. “Oh hello!” he smirked and roughly started to grope her tits. Elania groaned in pain as dwarf was abusing her breasts and started to whimper. After few pinches and kneads he leaned down and started sucking on her left nipple hard. Elania screamed in pain. The muscular guy was watching in envy as his boss was nursing her breast, but as if reading his thoughts, dwarf pointed his finger towards the other breast and he immediately knew what he meant. While still firmly holding her arms against the ground, he leaned in and started flicking his tongue over her right nipple. “Ahh....” Elania groaned in humiliation. Dwarf sucked on her nipple for few more seconds before lifting his head up. “This blue whore has milk, so tasty...” he had a smug grin on his face, while his lips were soaked with her motherly milk. After hearing his boss comment he started to suck on her nipple as well, resulting Elania to let out another whimper and choking on her tears. Dwarf smiled and started nursing again. After few more moments dwarf removed his mouth from her nipple and looked at his comrade who was still happily slurping away. “Alright, enough. I want the main dish, hold her tight” he said and quickly went to the front of her legs. He just started to part them, before draenei understood his intent and started trashing again. Dwarf barely managed to dodge one of her kicks that nearly hit his crotch.  “For fucks sakes!” he shouted out in anger. Meanwhile the muscular guy extracted his mouth from her nipple, milk dripping down his chin as he was looking up to see what the fuzz was all about. But then they heard the familiar voice again. “You fucking bitch!” spat the skinny guy who had finally limped to their hiding place and looked very pissed. Before they both could understand what is happening he punched the draenei hard in her face. Her body went limp. Dwarf immediately pushed the skinny guy in his chest. “What the fuck was that about?!” he shouted at him. “That was for my broken toe!” he shouted back. Dwarf looked back down to the unmoving draenei, his partner was already checking her pulse. “Still there, she is alive” said the muscular guy and released her hands since there was no longer a reason for that. Then dwarf had a massive grin on his face “At least now I can get to the good stuff” he started to laugh and crouched back down to her hooves. “Come to daddy...” he said and took her ankles in his rough hands, slowly spreading her legs open. Slightly moving forward on his knees, he pried her thighs wide enough so he could slip between them, leaving her ankles behind his back and waist only few centimeters away from her clothed mound. Then he took the garb of her dress in his hands and looked at his henchmen. “What do you say boys? Let’s see what goods this one is hiding?” his smirk widening on his face as the other two men nodded with huge interest. Dwarf took a deep breath and pushed the garb over her waist, exposing her hairy mound. “Now look at that!” he said while pointing his finger towards her pussy. Both partners in crime looked with interest, skinny guy even was starting to stroke his rapid growing erection through pants. “This blue whore isn’t even shaving herself, does she even has a hole?” dwarf mockingly said and spread her legs wider apart. “Let me check...” laughed the dwarf and started to rub his thick fingers in her mound. As his fingers probed her mound he immediately felt soft and slightly moist flesh underneath. “I guess I found it!”smirked dwarf and roughly pushed 2 thick fingers in her vagina. He could barely fit them in, she was dry as a bone, but then again dwarfs fingers were not that tiny, they slightly stretched her dry opening as well. “Bitch is so dry” groaned dwarf as he had inserted his fingers till knuckles and was probing her insides now. After few more motions he pulled his fingers out and smelled them. “Hmm.. at least smell is quite pleasant” he said and licked his fingers. Both companions vibed in shock. “Mhmm.. and taste is good too” Dwarf said, while inspecting his fingers. “Let me see for myself” said the skinny guy and crouched down next to the dwarf that was between her legs. Skinny guy without any care or respect pushed 3 of his fingers inside her dry vagina and started to finger fuck her. “Hey.. calm down cowboy..” smirked dwarf as the visually pissed human was fingerfucking the unconsciouss draenei woman. Her whole body was slightly bumping as he drove in her vagina over and over again. After few more seconds he felt that his muscles were getting tired and he pulled out of her. He saw small amount of wetness on his fingers, but that definitely wasn’t from arousal, probably her natural fluids, since vagina is not completely dry on its own all the time. Shortly after he also smelled and tasted her on his fingers. “Damn.. boss, you are right, this mother’s cunt does taste good, I want to fuck her now!” skinny guy said and started removing his pants. “Hey! In line!” complained dwarf. “I’m 1st then you can go if you are so desperate and the muscle guy over there will have the pleasure of being her last lover” smirked dwarf. “Now...” he said and leaned closer to her hairy pussy. “I have to get her more wet, otherwise it will hurt for ourselves, bitch is really dry” he said and took hold of her hips, lifting them slightly. Then he put his thumbs on both sides of her vagina and pried open her vaginal lips. Dark purple tunnel opened in front of him that looked very tight despite her big size. Using his index fingers to move away some of the hair that were in the way and as the entry was clear he dove in her vagina and started licking her. As dwarf was eating her out, both guys were starting to stroke their erections. “Dude.. what do you think? “ the skinny guy asked his muscular comrade, “I know that she is pregnant and stuff, but could we actually knock her up?” he smirked and felt like becoming even harder. Muscular looked at his partner and smiled “Probably, I’ve heard stories of these bastard childs being born, that are half draenei, half human. It’s rare, but happens.” Responded the muscular guy while also getting more harder. “I bet I could, I bet I could fuck this bitch so hard, that she would be popping out some hybrid babies left and right!” bragged the skinny guy on which his partner just chuckled and continued to watch as dwarf was feasting on her cunt. Meanwhile, Elania was starting to stirr. She was slowly waking up and they both noticed it. “Hey boss, I think we should tie her hands up, she is waking up, we will need to hold her legs down each, otherwise we won’t be able to fuck her” said the muscular human. Dwarf removed his tongue from her depths and stared back at him, shortly he nodded and motioned for him to get the rope, then he dove back on eating her out, he was starting to enjoy it. Elania felt sick, her head hurt a lot, it felt like she had received a massive blow, which probably happened. At first she didn’t understand what was going on, but shortly she started to feel tingling sensations between her legs and her memory suddenly came back. Her muscles tensed and her eyes popped open “No!!!” she screeched as she lifted her head and saw the dwarf between her legs, eating her pussy out. Dwarf immediately extracted his mouth “So it starts...” he smirked and motioned for his henchmen to get ready. Elania immediately pulled her legs back and attempted to hit the dwarf on the head, but he was fast enough to get himself out of the range. She started trashing her body around like before, her legs flying everywhere, but one thing was different. She tried to move her hands, but they were tied down above here head, no one was holding them this time. “Welcome back miss, I hope you had a wonderful dream” smirked dwarf as he saw her trashing. Elania let out a groan and started crying again. She hoped that this was just a bad dream but it was indeed happening and there was nothing she could do. “Alright boys, spread her legs for me and hold them open, let’s start the fun” said the dwarf and removed his underwear, releasing his already swollen cock. Elania saw his penis and her voice cracked, he wasn’t that big for a draenei, about 15 cm, however the fact that she was about to get raped, nearly made her lose her mind. “No... don’t come near me! HELP ME! SOMEONE!” she shouted with tear filled eyes. As she was crying for help, both henchmen had already crouched down next to her on opposite sides and each took hold of her strong leg and spread them open. “No! No!!” she screamed as she saw dwarf with his smug grin getting on his knees and moving closer to her. She tried her best to kick him, but she couldn’t move her legs. Each guy was strong enough to hold them in place, which left her completely vulnerable. “No..no..no..” she repeated words as mantra. In the moment she felt dwarf gliding his hands on her thighs it made her sick. Then she heard noise of spit, dwarf had spit on his cock to make it more lubricated. She bit her trembling lip and awaited the horrible act. There was no foreplay, in the moment she felt his penis head against her labia, the very next moment dwarf roughly hilted himself inside her vagina. Letting out a loud moan, while Elania choked in shock. “Fuuuck...” said dwarf while being fully burried in the poor draenei mothers cunt. “She is so tight, I won’t last long if she stays like that.. I better make the best out of it” he said and started roughly thrusting in her. Elania cried out in pain as his dick was penetrating her. Her vagina was like vice, due to lack of penetration and her non-existent arousal – she was very narrow and each thrust was very difficult to make, only thing that let him push inside her so deep and hard was the fact that he was extremely hard himself. He kept fucking her hard,firm and long strokes each time pushing himself as deep as he could. Elania kept crying and wheeping as he raped her unprepared and still dry vagina. Each stroke gave her huge amounts of pain, she was burning there. “What is it now?” said the dwarf while strongly penetrating her pussy. “Moan for me” he said and leaned on her belly and started kneading her breasts. It only gave Elania extra amount of pain and she started to cry even harder. “Am I not big enough for you draenei whore?” he started to become more angry and tried to push inside her with more strength. Elania grunted in pain each time he hilted himself inside her. Then he pulled himself out far enough so only his head was inside her, he strongly pinched her nipples and at the same time rammed inside her again, his balls strongly slapping against her butt. Elania screamed in the mix of pain coming from her vagina and now her nipples. She thought that she will pass out again, it hurt so much. Dwarf was now fully lying on her bulged belly as he kept thrusting, this time in more regular pace. “Hey mommy, where is your husband eh?” he mocked her as he kept thrusting inside her dry cunt. Then he lightly poked her belly. “Where is the gentleman that knocked you up?” he asked and Elania slightly opened her eyes in sadness and pain. Not only this monster was raping her, he was also mocking her about her fallen husband. She swallowed another gulp of saliva and just turned her head away. “Not gonna talk?” asked dwarf while taking hold of her hips for more leverage. “Fine... I like the way you scream better anyway” he said and started thrusting into her fastly and violently again. Elania vibed in pain as his aggressive penetrations had returned, but instead she tried to hide the huge amount of pain he was inflicting on her. She had turned her head away and just swallowed tears as they kept dripping down her cheeks. In truth, each stroke hurt like a stab of heated dagger, but she absorbed it by biting her lip hard each time he hilted himself in her. Thankfully for her, he wasn’t long enough to reach her cervix, which at least made sure that her unborn child was still safe. He kept raping her for 5 more minutes, his henchmen were holding her legs wide open, while having blue balls themselves. They were so desperate to get their turn, while Elania just wanted to die. Only thing that gave her reason to live was her unborn child and her 12 year old boy – Malen. Who was still hiding somewhere in the forest, not even being able to imagine what type of torture his mother was going through. As long as they both were safe, she was willing to do and take anything. Sweat was dripping down dwarfs forehead, he had been pistoning into this unfortunate draenei woman for straight 15 minutes now. “Oh... what a cardio..” he mumbled, while slowing down his strokes a bit, even his own dick started to hurt. “Hurry up boss... we want to take our turn as well... we will explode...” said the skinny human to which the muscular guy nodded in aggreement. “Fine.. fine..” said the dwarf and started pistoning into her as fast as he could and started moaning. Meanwhile Elania just lay there without saying a single word, her cheeks were wet with tears and her mind was completely elsewhere. “Here it comes!” grunted dwarf and with last few deep strokes pushed deeply inside of her and started to empty his balls in her raw tunnel, while laying on her belly to regain breath. Elania vibed in disgust and convulsed as she felt his potent sperm filling her insides. After a moment of regaining his breath he pulled himself up from her belly and slowly removed his dick from her throughly fucked raw vagina. “What a lay...” he said as his penis completely left her insides. Both henchmen had let go of her legs, but they just dropped down and stayed spread. Apparently she had given up they thought. “Alright, my turn!” said the skinny guy excitedly as he removed his own pants and shortly his underwear was gone. Meanwhile dwarf sat with his back against the nearby tree and observed the sight, as the skinny human was getting between her legs in position. Experimentally he touched her thighs and felt that she had completely given up on resisting. “Awesome, now I can feel like a true lover!” he smirked and put both her legs on his shoulders and leaned on her belly, having her butt lifting up slightly and pussy pop out more. Then he took his 14 cm long cock in his hand and started rubbing it against her purple swollen lips. Suddenly he saw his boss’ sperm starting to leak out. Instead of being shocked or disgusted he smiled. “More lubrication for me”, he said in his thoughts and gently pushed inside her tunnel. Elania winced in pain as another object had penetrated her raw vagina. Despite his violent behavior before, he acted like a very gentle lover, which made dwarf laugh under his breath, while muscular human just couldn’t wait his turn. Skinny guy was slowly hilting himself in her vagina, she was still pretty tight for him, but the amount of sperm inside her greatly reduced the friction, making the movement very pleasant, at least for him. As he gently penetrated her depths, he started to kiss and lick her thighs that he had on his shoulders. Her skin tasted of sweat and leaves, but he didn’t care. It was these beautiful lady’s legs that he was feeling up. “Hurry up will ya? Gentleman...” mocked dwarf, seeing that the muscular human was nearly losing his mind, he was so horny. Hearing dwarfs words, skinny guy started to pump her faster. At this time Elania just lay there and let it happen, she was too broken to fight back or scream again, at least this rapist wasn’t so rough with her like the previous guy. She still didn’t feel any pleasure or comfort in his penetrations, but at least she didn’t feel such stinging pain as it was before. After 5 minutes skinny guy started to pant harder and was now rapidly fucking her cunt. Slamming his hard dick inside her as fast as he could, making her bounce slightly on each penetration. This however she started to feel again, and the pain returned. Thankfully it lasted only 10 more seconds, before she heard him moan loudly and pressing himself harder against her body. She already knew what was going to come and mentally prepared for it again. Each time it hurt her emotionally. Elania closed her eyes tighter as she once again experienced the familiar feeling of her vagina being filled with another man’s spunk. After a moment, the skinny guy let out another moan and quickly pulled out his penis from her cunt. Her legs dropped down as before and his spunk already started to drip out of her pussy, staining her pubic hair and inner thighs, then the grass underneath. “You were right...” said the skinny guy as he was pulling back up his pants. “That was indeed a good lay..” he said and dropped down next to the dwarf and waited on the mucular guy to make end to it. Meanwhile, Elania thought that it was over, her body hurt. She was hurt not only physically but also mentally. She moved her body a bit, being relieved that she could still move her legs, however she was exhausted and defeated. Her rest wasn’t for long, soon enough she heard the 3rd guy. “Fuuck... I’m so turned on right now! I want to fuck her like the animal she is!” he screamed and pulled off his shirt, showing his biceps and 6-pack to the world. “Woah.. calm down..” said the dwarf, but muscular freak interrupted. “No! I will untie her and claim her like an animal!” he said and fastly moved to the lying draenei. Elania was shocked and afraid of his sudden expression, she was afraid that he will hurt her. As he untied her ropes she didn’t even attempt to do anything, she was too afraid and trembling. Next thing surprised everyone. Muscular guy turned her over on her belly and pulled her up on her knees, so she was in doggy position. Then he pulled her dress over her back again and exposed her cum dripping vagina to his partners. “This” he pointed towards her backside ”Is how you claim a bitch in heat” he said and fully removed his pants. Both guys were surprised, muscular guy was packing a solid 20 cm of cock and he was even thicker than the dwarf. Then he took his cock in his hand and gave it few more strokes, while doing that, Elania was laying in that position on her knees with her butt being held in the air. She was too shocked to be ready for anything at this point, her brain was shut down. As her knees were pressed together, her tight and swollen slit was popping out, trails of cum was already dripping down her mound and legs. But then the muscular guy had enough, he bent down behind her and put his hard rod against her swollen purple lips, immediately pushing his hard penis in her vagina. Elania found her lost voice and grunted in pain. With first push he had reached her cervix. “No...” she cried out in weakly voice and fresh tears started to appear in her eyes. “Moan for me bitch!” he shouted at her and took a firm grip on her tail pulling strongly on it. Elania thought that she will die, she let out a deafening screech as he had hit her cervix in the mix of pulling her tail. It hurt like hell. As he was holding her tail in firm grip he started to fuck her in firm, strong strokes, each time bumping his head against her cervix. Elania grunted each time he hilted inside her and was crying while pulling pieces of grass with her fingers. She really felt like dying. He continued to penetrate her raw insides, his cock was stretching her harder than any guy before him, he gave her new heights of pain each time his cock moved inside of her. After few minutes of such torturous penetration he let go of her tail and grabbed hips instead. “Whore, let me say hi to your kid” he said and started thrusting inside her harder, attempting to push against her cervix as hard as he could. Elania had lost her voice again, she was grunting and convulsing in pain each time his hard dick bumped against her cervix. She was losing conscioussness. “Hey! Sing for me bitch!” he shouted at her and slapped her ass cheek. Not receiving the desired reaction he changed the tactic. “As you wish...” he started to pound in her with all his might. His hard penis was absolutely ravaging her insides, it was a miracle that her vagina was still intact. At this point Elania had lost consciousness and slumped to the ground, feeling her body become limp again, muscular freak slowed down his thrusts and removed his still hard penis from her abused cunt. “What the fuck?!” shouted dwarf as he ran to the fallen draenei. “Did you kill her you idiot?!” he just looked at him and shrugged his shoulders as he stepped away and let the dwarf check her pulse. At first he couldn’t  feel anything, but then slow bump was there. “Thank goodness...” he murmured and turned to look at the muscular guy. “She is alive, but what the hell? Be more gentle with her with that monster!” he said pointing to his still erect dick. “I’m not finished” he said and pushed his boss away, before turning the unconsciouss draenei to her side and putting his still hard dick against her butt hole. “No fucking way dude! You will rip her open!” dwarf shouted with audible concern in his voice. “There is only one way to find out” said the muscular human and pushed his hard dick inside her ass. “Fuck it’s tight” he moaned as he hilted himself inside her ass. Thankfully she wasn’t awake or she might have actually died from the pain. It went for about 1 minute before the freak finally was satisfied and came deep inside her butt. “Now that was fun...” said the muscular human as he pulled his spent dick out of her destroyed ass and went for his pants, leaving both his partners with pale faces. Draenei was lying completely still on her side. Her light blue butt was completely exposed, her hairy mound was full of cum, which heavily indicated that she have been raped. Some of the sperm was dripping out of her butt, while solid stream was leaking out of her tight swollen purple slit, staining her butt cheeks, thighs and grass underneath her. “What do we do now?” said the skinny guy looking very worried himself. “We get lost as far as we can.” Said dwarf and started to move away without loking back. “But.. but we can’t leave her like this!” said the skinny guy and went to the draenei to pull her wet and dirty dress over her legs, obscuring her body defilement and quickly joined the rest of the group. “Well... shit happens...” said the dwarf and trio run away from the crime scene.

Chapter 3 - Encounter

  Lightforged draenei (f) x human (m)   Lina was among the best warriors Army of The Light had to offer. Before retiring from the active duty she was ranked somewhere inbetween sergeant and lieutenant by Alliance standards so she was definitely on the higher end of the spectrum when it came to status. Her signature lightforged plate armor reflected light occasionally while walking down the road in the increasingly denser forest. Lina was well trained and skilled warrior. The lack of her magic abilites was well compensated by her dueling capability and raw strength that her body and hundreds of years in training and experience in battles have given. Even for a draenei she was a very tall specimen – at height of 250cm she was even head taller than most of her male companions and it wasn’t only the height. Her body was physically trained to endure any pressure it might encounter, especially her ability to manouver. Due to her height it was a common assumption that she would be very clumsy and slow when in a fight. But exactly this mistake lead to hundreds of enemies tasting her blade. Knowing her weaknesses Lina worked hard to fix them and in the end turned them into advantages and now her power was simply undeniable. As her armored hooves led her deeper into the darkening forest she became more aware of her surroundings as now the potential threat could finally reveal itself. Her golden armor had stopped reflecting sunlight as now the Duskwood had finally taken its real form of a very dim and spooky looking forest. Flipping her pearl white hair away from her forehead Lina continued along the way. Being off duty gave her more time to decide upcoming tasks for herself and one of them was to eliminate a Sargeras worshipping cult who was rumored to be hiding somewhere in the Duskwood. It was known that they kidnapped innocent people for their cruel and perverse rituals which in most cases ended with the victims deaths. Such atrocity had no place in Azeroth and especially so close to Alliance’s very heart – Stormwind. For 20 minutes Lina kept following the horribly lit Duskwood road. With each passing minute it felt as if everything was becoming more and more silent. Just a moment ago she heard occasional bird chirping or seeing a wolf running after a small rabbit as it would seem. But now – dead silence. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling but Lina had battled Legion and their various demons whose looks and abilities were literally out of this world in terms of the barbarism and fright. This came not even close to what she was used to see. Keeping her hand tightly around the hilt of her massive sword she bravely marched forward. Being ready at any second if some threat would emerge.   *borderline of Duskwood*   “And score!” shouted Alex as his leather ball passed his night elf friend and the 2 sticks in the ground that indicated the gate area. All 4 teens were playing football just next to the river that ran exactly on the border of Duskwood and Elwynn Forest. Alex high-fived his partner as the pissed off night elf ran after the ball which almost fell into the running river. Guys were betting that which ever team loses has to sneak in the Goldshire Inn and steal a piece of womens clothing. The rules would change each time they play the game as the last time it was to steal some beer which then ended up for all of them to get completely wasted. This time rules were especially risky not to mention embarrassing therefore no one wanted to lose. Backing out wasn’t an option either. Angry night elf returned while pointing towards the sticks indicating to Alex that it was his time to be a goalie. “Come on dude, I know you can save this one!” shouted his partner as the night elf had a sadistic smirk on his face. “I will show you how to make me run for a ball...” murmured the taller and stronger night elf before starting to run and kicking the ball with all he had got. Ball rushed passed Alex like a bullet and disappeared between trees on the other side of the river. “Dude. What the fuck?!” shouted his partner as Alex turned his head to take in the situation. Pointing towards the forest – “Your time to get the ball.” Laughed night elf while his dwarf partner scratched his head. “I don’t know about that... that forest is dangerous. We are not allowed to go there.” Said the dwarf. Alex groaned – “Bullshit... a rule is a rule. Be right back.” He said and face first dived in the water. All the party observed how he swam and in couple of seconds already reached the other side of the shore. Being all wet and dripping from the river he went closer to the trees. “Shit! I can’t see it from here! It must have rolled inside... I have to get it...” he shouted to which he heard a wave of complaints coming from the back. “Hell no dude! Fuck the ball, it’s not worth it. I’m telling you bad stuff happens there!” shouted his partner to which the dwarf also nodded. Even night elf no longer had the smug face as he appeared to be concerned about Alex choice to really go after the ball in the forest. Teen hesitated for a moment. It really didn’t seem like a good idea but not wanting to look like a coward he did a huge inhale of air and stepped inside the forest. As his form vanished between the creepy looking trees his party let out a gasps of shock. “We cannot leave him alone. If something happens to him it will be our fault!” said Alex partner to which dwarf and the taller night elf groaned in annoyance. Everyone agreed and in couple of moments all 3 of them jumped into the river to cross it and follow their friend. Meanwhile Alex kept moving forward looking back he could see his friends closing on him as they were already out of the water and passing the first trees in his direction. “Wait up!” dwarf gasped while running not being used to such sprinting often. Alex stopped and scratched his head while taking a look around. Soon all 4 of them were together and observed the surroundings. “It’s strange... I swear the ball should have landed around this area...” pointed Alex to the small rock pile nearby. It would make sense as they were already good several meters in the forest and the leaves had already absorbed some of the momentum the ball had. It couldn’t have gone much further. What even more enforced Alex belief was the fact that they were in a slight uphill which meant that ball couldn’t simply roll upwards. By all logic it should have been laying in this place somewhere. “Hey listen... sorry for kicking it that hard but I really think what these two are saying is right” said night elf. “We really should return. I’m starting to feel a discomfort and it’s not because I would be feared or anything. I sense some presence here and it’s not wishing us any good...” whispered elf. “Fine... just let me run on the hill to better see our surroundings” said Alex and run upwards about 20 meters forward. Wider field of view got revealed for Alex showing even darker clusters of trees as forest became even more dense as he looked further. “Guys... I can’t see the ball from here...” he said as he started to turn towards his friends – “I think we should really go ba...” as he turned to the group his face paled. Noticing Alex sudden face expression change his human friend shouted out – “What happened to you?” Alex simply lifted his hand and pointed towards his friends. Group nervously looked behind them and they gasped in shock. It appeared that they were deep inside the forest. Just moments ago they could still see the river as they entered and they didn’t move any further. It felt as if the forest had closed on them and locked the exit behind. “What the hell?!” shouted dwarf and immediately started to run towards the direction they came. After running for 30 seconds he stopped and nervously looked around. No matter which direction his sight went – it was only trees and dense forest everywhere. Party was in shock. They were trapped. “Ok... calm down.” Night elf started to speak as he gathered his friends around, “I was used to forests as I was brought up in Darnassus. We cannot panic now instead lets focus on going into one direction. Eventually we will reach a road or a village.” He calmly explained. Duskwood was a very spooky place but everyone knew that territory itself is not that massive and that in worst case scenario it would take approximately 3 hours to either reach the border of it or any settlement or road. At least that’s how it was mapped and the key was – to make sure you walked in a straight line.   *Duskwood main road*   Lina wiped another droplet of sweat running down her forehead. The lack of oxygen in the dense forest and her plate armor made it very difficult for air to properly circulate. She was sweating like crazy and the whole atmosphere was very heavy on her. As Lina kept following the road she suddenly stopped and grabbed the hilt of her sword tighter. She was already used to hearing her loud and heavy steps on the rocky road uner her hooves but something felt off. She had this feeling that something was observing her. Standing still she listened in her surroundings. Only her slow and deep breathing echoed in her ears in the mix of slight metal scraping that her armor did because of her small motion. After a moment of silence she removed her hand from the hilt and started to walk again. For 10 more minutes everything seemed as it was. “This place is starting to annoy me...”she murmured to herself. “I rather find this cult sooner so I can finally end the...” Lina couldn’t finish the sentence as for a micro second she saw a movement with her peripheral vision. Her sword was pulled instantly – “Show yourself!” she shouted at the direction of movement. It looked like a small robed figure running away from her and in seconds disappearing behind a hill. “You won’t get anywhere from me!” she shouted and with heavy stomping steps ran after it leaving the road behind her. She was heavy but her hooves made it easier to conquer the unstable soil of the forest. As she reached the top of the small hill the small robed figure disappeared behind a rock construction. It looked like a natural mountain formation. As she approached it her speed slowed down and with more caution and her sharp blade in hand she carefully leaned to take a peek around the corner. It looked like a cave entry and the beginning of it was already lit with 2 candles on each side which barely did any job to illuminate it whatsoever. Exhaling Lina straightened up and with the sword in hand slowly started to approach the entry. Just before she was ready to enter Lina heard something crack behind her. In second she turned around and already swinged her sword just to halt it midway through with a sudden shock on her face. There was a small human girl by the looks of it clad in a messy garbs and similar robe that she saw running away from her before. Her face appeared as if she had cried recently. She was so short that her head ended at Lina’s knees. Lina slowly sheathed her sword and got on her knees in front of the girl to at least somehow reduce the height difference between them. “Sweetheart... what are you doing here all alone?” Lina softly whispered. Girl kept staring at her feet and looked completely shocked. “Are you lost? Where is your parents?” Lina continued and slowly extended her arm towards the girl which reluctantly accepted it. She shook her head – “I am lost...” she sniffed as on the verge of crying again still avoiding eye contact. It made Lina even more sympathetic towards her. “Hey... I will help you get out of here and get you back to safety.” Lina softly whispered to her as feeling the girls grip on her becoming stronger. Mysterious girl shook her head again – “But... it’s not me who need safety...” she whispered and slowly lifted her head to look into the eyes of the much larger draenei female. Small girls face slowly turned into a grin. Lina’s eyes opened in shock – “What are you talking about?” she asked nervously. Small girl simply smiled and kept the eye contact – “Because... you just fell into my trap.” Lina immediately tried to back off but for some reason the grip of the small girl on her hand was supernaturally strong she couldn’t get away from her. “What are you?! Let go of me!” she shouted and as she pulled out her sword the girl let go of her hand making Lina to fall backwards and land on her rear. Girl started to laugh as Lina struggled to get up from the compromising position on the ground. “I won’t ask again! Who are you!” shouted Lina as she managed to stand up on her full height and once more tower over the smaller girl with her sword pulled out and ready to strike. “Well... I go by different names. But most commonly I’m known as... Deceiver.” She finished and her eyes flashed yellow for a second. Lina was freaked out. “Are you the one responsible for the kidnappings and killings of innocent people here? Are you the one worshipping Sargeras and performing these rituals?!” she shouted. Girl laughed again. “You flatter me Lina.” Lina’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t told her name. How could she possibly know? “And no... I’m not the one doing the killings... although... they are done in my name.” She smirked and started to laugh. Lina felt cold sweat run down her spine. “You... you are Sargeras?” she stammered out to which little girl shook her head once more. “Unfortunately for you no... but I’m one of his loyal lieutenants and I have some business to handle with you. You see... back on the Argus you and your army killed a lot of my fellow troops and ever since then I wanted to get my revenge.” She finished and pointed behind Lina. Lina turned around to see several robed beings in various sizes emerge from the cave and surround her. “And I couldn’t think of any better way to get two rabbits with one shot. Humiliate you and reward my most loyal worshippers.” Immediately Lina charged forward attempting to slash at the disguised demon but her legs gave up on her and instead she fell on her stomach accompanied by a wave of laughs and cheers behind her back. “What did you do to me...?” Lina spat with hate feeling her body slowly giving up. Small girl leaned closer to look into her eyes. “Just a small spell so my loyal servants can prepare you.” “What?” whispered Lina. “Sweet dreams.” Smiled girl and that was the last thing Lina saw before little girl snapped her fingers and Lina lost consciousness.   *Remote location in Duskwood*   The four guys moved through the forest. Night elf as being the strongest and the most experienced with the environment led them forward. It was a simple logic that in the end they would reach something and so far they haven’t been going in circles so that was promising. “Fucking hell... we better soon find civilization... I can barely feel my legs...” moaned dwarf before night elf suddenly halted and with hand gesture instructed the group to get down. Slowly motioning to the Alex he urged him to crawl closer to take a look. Soon the human joined in and with fright in his eyes observed the scene that was revealed in front of them. It was maybe 30 meters away but the forest clearing let them see almost everything. Several robed figures in various sizes had surrounded something. It reminded them of a draenei species which was clad in golden armor. “What the...” whispered Alex. One of the figures casually picked up the beings sword and with struggling started to drag it inside a cave. Meanwhile at least 6 persons kneeled down and with one lift picked up the seemingly unconscious draenei and slowly stumbled towards the same cave entry. All four by this time watched in fear as the victim slowly disappeared from sight leaving no one standing outside. “Holy shit... they look like a cultists. I think they will kill it.” said the dwarf. Everyone in the group looked at each other. No one knew what to do. There was an uncomfortable silence between the party. “We have to do something about it. We cannot let them kill that being...” whispered Alex to which night elf bumped him in the chest. “Are you nuts? I feel they are dealing with some high level sorcery. We will end up the exact same way as that person.” Elf said and painfully looked away. “We have to get away from this place as soon as possible. There is nothing we can do...” with deep regret elf finished. Everyone else in the party seemed to nod. “Maybe I’m crazy... but I cannot let innocent person to die!” said Alex and got up. “What are you doing you nutjob?!” whispered dwarf. “You will reveal our positions who knows where they are hiding!” whispered elf. Alex had none of it. While crouching he slowly started to approach the cave entrance. Holding himself closer to the side of the rocks to reduce the chance of getting spotted in case someone suddenly left the cave. “No Alex!” nearly shouted his human friend to which night elf quickly enough shut him up with his big hand. “He choose his fate... If we want to do something. We need to save ourselves and then get help. Come with me now!” elf ordered to the group and all 3 of them with last glimpses towards their friend ran away. Meanwhile Alex had reached the entrance. Cold sweat ran down his back. ‘What the hell am I doing...’ he thought in his head as he felt himself slighly shaking with each step. Swallowing he leaned around the corner and exhaled. It appeared that there was no one at the beginning of the cave. Making his steps as silent as he possibly could Alex approached the very entry and looked inside. There was several candles lighting the path but their combined brightness still made it very dim. He could barely see where his feet were going. He had no idea why he was doing this. In heart he knew that this was the right call and that at least somehow he might have a chance to interrupt their proceedings or in best case scenario free the captive. He only needed to await for a proper moment to strike. As he went deeper into the cave it became more wider. And it made sense considering that the tunnel went downwards so the main structure was hidden underground. Finally Alex reached some kind of room. It had 3 tunnels connected to it and there was a pile of various clothes and chests in the corner. For a moment of listening to his surroundings he heard no other noise so he approached the pile and started to inspect it. “My god...” he whispered under his breath. There were several dresses, robes, shirts even armor pieces. Carefully pushing one pile aside he picked up a specific piece that sparked his interest. It looked like elven sentinel shoulders. Made of leather, some mail wires and purple feathers. “Shit... they had sentinels as well...” his inspection session was cut short as he heard voices coming his way. There was no time to run away or they might hear him. Alex quickly looked for a best solution and the one thing he came up with as stupid as it was had to be his life saver. Voices came closer and at this point he couldn’t understand them. The language used sounded very weird and alien. Through the silky piece of clothing he barely saw the approaching figures. One of them was quite big and reminded him of orc. The other appeared to be human. It was so disgusting to see that humans could be part of something like this. Alex felt his hearbeat increasing as the talking party passed him laying in the pile of clothing as he had managed to camouflage himself in. In normal situation it wouldn’t have worked out but since the room was very badly lit he was practically invisible. As they went by and towards the exit 2 things suddenly came to Alex realization. One being that there was no way for him to safely get away as those two would be in a way. The other – this language started to remind him something out of demonic tongue which made matters worse. He awaited patiently for the sounds to cooldown. In the moment complete silence was once more in the room – Alex got out of the pile and brushed himself off. Looking towards the tunnels once more he decided to go with the narrowest one. Illumination was even worse in this one. Step after step he took while slowly moving forward. So far so good he thought as he couldn’t hear any other voices nearby. Approximately after 30 seconds of sneaking through the badly lit passage he reached the end. A rusty metal door which was closed in front of him preventing him for going any further. Carefully Alex put his ear against the door in attempts to hear if there was any sound or a movement behind them. Not being able to hear anything – Alex almost went for the handle to try and open the door but just before he did that a small light emitting from the keyhole sparked his interest. Crouching on his knees Alex looked through the keyhole. His heart started to beat faster of what he saw. From what he could tell from the small window he had the draenei he and his friends saw previously being carried inside was chained to the wall. Her plate armor was removed leaving her only in her undergarments of mix of gold and brown tones with small purple jewels around the fabric. His heart was beating like crazy. With shaking hand he gripped the metal handle and slowly started to turn it. Fortunately for him it didn’t make much of a creaking noise and the doors slid open. Taking a quick peek inside it was obvious that no one else was there so Alex went inside and closed the door behind him. Brushing off his sweaty forehead he looked around. It was a slightly bigger room than the first one and was also filled with various crates and clothes. In addition to that it appeared that there was some interrogation tools on the nearby table and the front wall who had 5 separate shackles meant to restrain the innocent victims. As his sight went back to the wall once more he observed the bound draenei. Now it was obvious to him that it was ‘’she’’ actually as her strong yet feminine figure heavily represented a female. Alex gulped down taking in the whole sight. She was huge compared to him and almost naked. Her fit stomach and thick muscular thighs exposed as her arms were bound to the sides of her head and her hooves locked slightly spread wide. Her pearl white hair alongside her head hang loosely. And the pale skin made Alex worry about her health status. Coming closer he saw that her chest was slightly lifting but she still appeared to be unconscious. “Hey...” Alex whispered while leaning closer to her. She was so tall that he had to push himself up on the toes and even then his head barely reached her neck. There was no response from her. “Are you alive? Wake up...” he whispered and gently touched her cheek which felt lukewarm. Immediately Lina’s eyes sprang open and seeing the young looking human few inches from her made her gasp in shock. Alex himself got startled by her sudden movement and backed off. “You... let go of me you fiends!” she started to shake the chains trying to pull herself free. Alex started to shake his head. “No... No!” in mix of whisper and shouting he attempted to calm down the larger draenei as his hands found her chest. It wasn’t the best decision as it angered Lina even more. “Get off me! Don’t touch me!” she shouted and tried to headbutt him but the chains stopped her just an inch from his head. Alex was starting to panic. They will soon hear them and then it will be all over. For a split second thinking how to react he moved forward and with both his hands aimed towards her mouth supressed her shouting as best as he could. Lina’s body kept jerking as the young teen held her mouth shut. “Listen... I’m not one of them. I saw them take you in so I followed. I want to free you from this.” He quickly stammered out which slowly did it’s effect and draenei stopped struggling. Noticing that the bound victim stopped resisting Alex removed his hands. Lina was breathing heavily. Her skin wet and heart racing as she scanned the human in front of her. “They can return any moment, I need to find something to get these off of you...” he said and started to look for a tool that could remove the shackles. Alex went towards the interrogation tool box and started searching. “Who are you... whats your name?” Lina silently asked. Founding some kind of pliers he turned towards the bound draenei. “My name is Alex. What is yours?” he asked and crouched next to her hooves. Lina stared down as the young teen under her tried to break the chains. “I’m Lina... my name is Lina.” She replied. For 20 seconds he struggled with the chains but with no progress. “Shit...” he stammered out before throwing the pliers away. Lina tried to get herself free by trying to break one of the chains around her left leg but the force wasn’t enough. “There must be a way...” said Alex and returned to the tools and fished out a small saw. Quickly returning to her hooves he sat down on the cold floor and started to cut one of the chain loops. After about 20 seconds he saw that cut had gone in 1/3 of the whole loops size. It was a working progress. “It’s working... soon you will be free...” he said and looked upwards which made him blush for a moment as his eyes stopped right at her wide waist. Quickly averting his gaze he continued. Alex continued to work on the chain before hearing Lina’s gasp. “Oh no... they are returning...” she whispered. Alex stopped immediately and his whole body freezed. “Run... hide somewhere!” she whispered as Alex finally broke the stasis and throw the tool away before getting behind the pile of crates in the corner. 5 seconds later door bursted open and 2 robed individuals entered the scene. Observing them he couldn’t identify these two they were not the same as the human and orc who passed him before. “Well... look who’s awake. This will be fun...” said one of the robed figures before lifting his cape and revealing a human male in his 30’s. The second was much shorter. “Indeed my friend, indeed!” perversly responded his partner who revealed himself as a goblin. His broken accent was hard to understand but it seemed that he had learned to speak common well enough. “You... I will impale every single one of you scum and make you pay for what you did to me and everyone else!” angrily said Lina while attempting to kick away from the shackles once more. Her remark made human laugh. Slowly walking closer to her bound form he stopped uncomfortably close to her. Lina’s piercing gaze went straight into his own. Human kept the eye contact for a moment then slowly scanned her bound form starting from her hooves and ending at her horns. Licking his lips sadistically his hand found white hair. Upon feeling his touch Lina kicked his hand away with her head. “Don’t touch me you filth...” she growled. Humans smile quickly disappeared as his right hands fingers roughly grabbed her face and held held her mouth shut. “You better don’t annoy me you space whore... Our master gave us permission to use you as we see fit only restriction being that you have to be alive before the ritual. So...” he slowly eyed her down once more. “By listening to your accomplishements in the battle against the Legion it will be very fun to break you.” His tongue slowly ran over her neck. Alex felt guilt and anger boil inside of him seeing how Lina was handled. A mix of whimper and groan escaping her lips as the cultist licked her. As he pulled back and removed his hand from her mouth Lina immediately spat in his face. Just to let out a painful groan as he slapped her. “Fiesty bitch...” said the human cultist while turning around and cleaning her spit out of his eye. “Don’t go easy on her Naxard” goblins eyes fired up in excitement. “But of course... as you wish hehe...” Naxard quickly rushed through his bag to fish out some tools and potions. “On the 2nd thought...” human replied and turned towards the draenei once more. Lina looked back at him with intense anger and disgust in her eyes. She wanted to see him dead so badly. “By the time you take over she will most likely gonna be ruined anyway so I rather go first.” Lina’s eyes went wide as she saw cultist starting to undress. Alex almost choked. “No...” he whispered as he saw cultist removing his pants. He couldn’t let this happen but if he would interfere now – there was no way for him to overpower these two and then it would be trully over for both of them. As painful as it would be to witness he had to stay and wait for a proper opening so he could save them both. After a moment cultist discarded his pants and turned around to pick up a knife. As he turned back towards the draenei she briefly looked at his flaccid manhood and then averted her gaze to the ground. “What’s the matter?” mocked human as he approached the bound draenei with no pants and a knife in hand. Lina saw his slowly growing erection in her peripheral vision but refused to look at him. “Cat got your tongue? You were so talkative before...” cultist almost with sadness responded while sliding his hand over her exposed stomach. Lina felt utterly disgusted feeling his hands on her body but she knew that she couldn’t show fear. It was what they wanted to see. “I’m talking to you slut!” human grew angry and forcibly turned her face towards him. Lina simply looked at him and forced a smirk on her face. It was extremely hard to hold her posture during this situation but she couldn’t allow herself to break. She was a decorated warrior with countless of kills and achievements. Despite how humiliating it was she had to stay strong for the sake of her own dignity. “What are you smirking at?” human replied with annoyance in his voice. Lina slightly moved her head downwards and pointed towards the human waistline. “Is that really your tool?” Lina did her best impression to sound arrogant. Human backed off and looked down as well to see his semi-hard penis. “Our infants have better equipment” errupting in laugh which made cultist boiling with hate. Lina knew that it wasn’t true. This human was average for his size which granted was a lot smaller than the males of her species but still bigger than an infant would have. In her mind the best defense was offence so to piss this guy off not only would make him feel insecure and bad but would also make herself feel somewhat better about the whole situation and preserve her own dignity. “I will show you...” growled human cultist and in seconds reached Lina’s throat in attempts to choke her with both hands. Her neck was too wide for him to do any real effect instead she kept this smug grin on her face. “You are pathetic... I bet your parents didn’t love you did they?” *whack* Cultists hand collided with her cheek. “You bitch. When I’m done with you... I will make sure you remember me.” Picking up his knife he approached her once more. “I’m not afraid.” Lina spat out some saliva in her mouth. Looking towards his manhood once more she cracked a short laugh. “If I do remember. Then it’s going to be how I couldn’t feel anything” Lina’s laugh was interrupted by the sudden cut of the fabric. First her bra was cut open revealing her well sized pale breasts. Closely following by her underwear. Cultist licked his lips while taking in her bound form. Her pearl white hair ending around her breasts which were big and round. Much larger than human ones. His sight went downwards to her firm and toned stomach before stopping at the patch of white hair and her beefy looking mound which was well visible in contrast to the small gap inbetween her strong and thick thighs. Even Alex couldn’t avert his eyes from the chained beauty. He was sideways from the whole scene and gulped as his gaze reached her waist. Lina’s hairy mound and tight slit came into the view before the cultists hand obscured the vision. “What a meaty cunt you have...” lustily whispered human while carelessly groping and feeling her mound. Lina barely held back her emotions as the assaulter groped her privates. Lina’s vagina was nearly as big as his hand and her slit almost as long as his semi-hard penis. “What do we have here...?” human continued and turned his hand upside down. Lina groaned and grinded her teeth as one and two then three fingers started to probe her dry passage. “Fucking hell... this bitch is dry as a Tanaris” laughed human while feeling how her dry vaginal tunnel clamped shut around his invading fingers. Carelessly he probed her soft inner flesh making Lina very uncomfortable. “Is that... is that all you are capable off?” she grinded her teeth. Human smirked and started to become more rough earning a sudden hiss from the bound draenei. “Not at all... I just enjoy this.” He replied and started to stroke his own cock while fingering draenei. This was not turning Lina on at all. Considering the circumstances it only made sense that her body had completely shut down on this kind of ordeal. If anything his fingers were starting to make her a bit sore. Pulling them out he took a large spit on them and roughly slid them back inside causing draenei to gasp. Slick with his saliva they started to lubricate her birth canal creating less and less friction for his fingers. Lina started to breath more heavily as his 3 lubricated fingers kept penetrating her vagina. Turning her head towards him and seeing his fingers constantly disappear in her mound she spoke once more. “Can’t even get it hard? What are you...?” she looked at him and human lifted his head to look into her vacant eyes. Suddenly the scene turned him on even more and he increased the speed of fingering her in attempts to see the expression change in her face. Lina was doing her best to avoid showing the feel she was experiencing and a slight contraction of her mouth gave it away. Knowing her mistake she immediately continued with another attack. “You are impotent aren’t you?” she forced another smile on her face which for a moment annoyed the human and he quickly pulled the fingers out of her cunt. Lina’s eyes went wide for a moment before she shyly averted her gaze as she saw cultist lick his fingers while staring at her. Fingers that just few seconds ago were deep inside of her. “I know what you are doing...” said human and walked closer to the bound draenei his erection touching her inner thigh. Lina forced herself to look into his eyes which appeared to be comical if it wasn’t for the situation she was in. Cultists head ended only at her neck. She was good head taller than him even when chained against the wall. “You like to act tough but deep down... you are so afraid of this.” cultist said and started to rub his average cock against her slit. Lina kept her posture but deep down she was shaking. It felt so degrading to have this lowlife about to abuse her like that. “Your size is a joke. I don’t even feel you...” she spat at him. Human took firm grip on her thighs and roughly pushed in. Unwanted groan left her lips as cultist’s waist connected with her pelvis. “What a loose bitch you are” mocked cultist while being fully buried in her vagina. Lina closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts and emotions. “Loose...? she whispered. Making cultist to look at her face. Once the eye contact was made she continued – “You are just small.” Answer angered the human and he started to fuck her rapidly. Using her thighs as leverage he kept pistoning into her slit. Chains rattled as he moaned and groaned while hard and fast his dick paced inside her depths. Lina held her eyes closed and bit her lip to supress her emotions. He wasn’t big that part was true nor he could reach her cervix but her vagina still hugged the invading member firmly and therefore she felt everything. The speed wasn’t helping either as it increased the pressure on her walls. Lina prayed that this would soon end as the rapist kept pounding her. With eyes closed she could still feel and hear as his waist kept slamming against her mound making slapping noises in the small room. Alex couldn’t even watch it anymore. He felt so helpless and guilty that he simply crouched down and held his ears closed. Still the slapping sounds pierced them and made his stomach turn. Shortly the cultist started to increase the pace even more before letting out a long moan he slammed himself in one last time and while holding himself closely against her bound and sweaty body started to empty his balls. Lina’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the constant feel of pressure and soreness being switched to portions of warm substance filling her insides. This was the breaking point.Seeing the cultist body laying on her with his dick still inside and the feeling of being filled with the rapists seed almost broke hear. Her lip started to quiver but with all her might she managed to supress it. Instead she simply looked straight ahead of the opposite wall without making a single noise. Feeling the cultist still clinging on her made it hard. Slowly cultist pushed himself away from her body. His flaccid penis leaving her nethers with a wet sound and immediately followed by a stream of his cum running down her inner thighs while simultaneously dripping out of her and staining the floor between her hooves. Linas chest was lifting and sweat running down her face as she felt the assaulters cum leaving her sore body. “In the end you all are the same...” gasped human while regaining his own breath and cleaning his dick. Then picking up his pants and robe to dress up. “Naxard.” He pointed towards the green goblin who appeared to be already waxing his own small carrot. “You can take over from now on. Oh by the way.” He smirked and turned towards Lina who after a moment of hesitation made an eye contact. “If you worry about size I think my friend Uruk will help. He is an orc and I bet he will stretch you well” Linas eyes went wide as human started to laugh. Now there was genuine fear in her face. “Gonna call him dont go anywhere.” Laughed cultist as he shut the door behind him only hearing her desperate “No!” “Uhuhuhu!” laughed goblin as he ran before the bound draenei. His height reached her knees at best making him look way too tiny. Looking at the short green person in front of her Lina spoke “You as well...? I’m sure as hell that after human I won’t feel you at all...” she coldly spoke. “I know that you dumb goat I’m not here for that.” He ran towards the box and picked up a strange looking syringe. Lina closely followed the goblins movement as he came closer with the syringe in hand. “What is that?” she demanded from the green cultist while checking her shackles once more. Goblin smirked. “This... is a special thing I created. Experiment results may vary but regardless this should be fun...” as goblin lowered the syringe towards Lina’s thigh a sudden movement caught his attention. “What the...?” he stammered out before getting knocked out cold. Alex stood behind him with a piece of metal plating he had found on the floor. As she looked up towards the bound draenei the plate fell from his hand. “I’m so sorry...” he cried out while seeing the cum stains between her legs. “I should have intervened...” Lina’s heart broke seeing the young teen so sad. “Alex... you did the right thing.” She softly spoke. Alex lifted his teary eyes to meet her own. “If you attacked before...” Lina cleared her throat remembering the unfortunate event “that cultist did his thing. They both would have caught you and most likely kill you or even worse... torture you.” Shaking her head she gathered her posture back. “It’s alright Alex... find a way to get these off of me.” Lina said and Alex nodded. First idea was to check the pockets of goblin and thankfully for them there was keys in it. After a quick check they turned out to be the ones heeping the shackles locked so first her hands and then legs were freed from the bounds. Lina stepped forward and without saying a word broke the goblins neck. Ending his life instantly. Ripping the robe of his body Lina started to clean herself out of the cultists filth before throwing the cum stained rag back on the dead goblin. Meanwhile Alex run over to the supply crates and started digging through. Her armor had been thrown inside so in couple of minutes Lina had armed herself back up. Her sword was in the pile of others as well so she was ready to go. “We need to move. She said in monotone while fixing the last pieces on her equipment. Alex pulled out a medium sized sword and joined the Lina towards the exit. “You ever practiced with that?” Lina pointed towards his new weapon. Alex had did some sparring training while still learning at school but he haven’t killed anyone in his life. “I did but I’m not very well trained...” he replied. Lina nodded and hugged the wall. Guy with no sword training but with a weapon was still better option than without one. “What are the plan?” asked Alex while layin against the wall on the opposite side of Lina. “We await those two to return and then we kill them. Afterwards we see what happens...” she whispered. Alex nodded and soon enough and started to hear chatter and heavy steps. Lina gripped her sword tighter in preparing to strike. “I bet you will love her... her cunt was pretty fine to me but for you... you will stretch that goat out nicely...” doors opened up and human walked inside first closely followed by his massive orc fellow. Human freezed as he saw that draenei was missing and the goblin laying on the floor without any signs of life. “What the...” human managed to say before spat out blood. Meanwhile another deep slash and both cultists started to wobble. Alex sword pierced humans belly exiting it on the other side while Lina’s massive sword was stabbed straight in the neck of the orc. Barely making any sounds both cultists simply fell on the ground. “Oh my god...” Alex has started shaking as he dropped his sword. Blood was running everyhere and slowly filling the room. “Hey...” Lina immediately whispered and after sheating her sword kneeled in front of the young teen. “You did the right thing... they deserved to die especially...” she looked towards the human. “He...” she finished and Alex nodded. “It’s alright...” she softly caressed his head and helped him to stand up fully. “Come...” she whispered and both went into the tunnel. As they moved through the narrow passage they reached the main room. The one Alex used to hide in before. Not hearing that anyone was nearby Alex followed Lina as she took the other path. After 20 seconds of sneaking ahead they started to hear voices. They had reached the sacrificial hall it appeared as there was several seats and a massive bloody stone table in the center. “My friends... our Master – Deceiver has granted us this sacrifice to fulfil his wish and satisfy our pleasure. He will return this night to take the vessel but until then we can do as we please...” Lina’s eyes went wide. It meant that the demon wasn’t here. It was now or nothing. “So... what ideas do you suggest?” As the main speaker finished the sentence Lina’s roar echoed in the room. The very first cultist who didn’t even manage to turn his head found it rolling off his shoulders as the tall draenei ran passed him. It happened so fast – Lina basically butchered every single cultist in the room. One of them tried to escape. Alex started to panic as a taller but slender being ran towards him. Closing his eyes he pushed the sword in front of him. A sudden groan of pain echoed behind Lina as she quickly turned around to see cultist being impaled by Alex. With disgust and anger Alex pulled it out and pushed cultist back – making it fall down. “Well done Alex. I’m impressed.” A genuine smile appeared on Lina’s face as he saw the young teen showing his contribution in the mission. Observing the room for a moment for any survivors Lina sheathed her blade and ran towards the exit. “I suppose that’s it. I think we killed them all with the exception of the demon itself...” she sadly said before leaning against the rock. Alex looked at her and crouched down with his back against the wall. “What now? We cannot let this demon live.” Lina looked at the young guy and nodded. “Indeed we can’t but I’m afraid this demon is more than we both can handle. I will mark this place and contact arch mages. Only they are powerful enough in spells to trap and execute this foul being. I don’t have any magical powers which was the reason they were able to restrain me.” Lina pushed herself away from the rock and motioned the young guy to follow her. “Where are we going?” Alex asked while trying trying to catch up with the much taller draenei. “I saw a small lake not far from here. I need to wash myself.” Lina replied. Both went through the forest and its bushes for good 15 minutes before they found what they were looking for. Despite the spooky place lake looked to be crystal clear. Well hidden by the surounding thick trees and low bushes. Without saying anything Lina stabbed her sword in the soft ground and started to remove her armor. “Maybe I can just...” Alex started to stammer before Lina looked backed at him – “You already saw me naked... and even much more than that...” she finished and Alex felt the guilt return. “Alright.” He said and crouched next to the lake to wash his face. As he was done the tall draenei beauty was already nude and walked passed him to dip herself in the lukewarm water. Alex watched as if being hypnotised by the draenei as she washed her body. She stood with her back towards him for obvious reasons not to intentionally show too much. Her height made it difficult to fully submerge herself in the water as she was several meters inside the lake but water reached only her knees. Not sure if intentionally or not Lina for a split second bent forward to scrub her hooves under the water. Alex gasped and felt his cheeks starting to blush as her round butt was right at him. Gulping down as he saw her tight slit on full display instantly making him aroused. As if nothing happened she stood up once more and continued to wash her breasts and upper half. Seeing how her hands occasionally disappeared between her legs only made it much worse to him. Alex knew how wrong it was and why she was washing herself in specifically that spot but his male hormones couldnt be helped. Without noticing his hand started to rub his increasingly growing erection. His mind was in such stance that he didn’t even notice Lina turning around and stopping in her tracks as she observed the young human. After a moment of silence she started to approach the human. Water slowly dripping down her body as she made her way out of the lake. Only in the very last moment Alex broke away from his hypnosis state and immediately turned his head away in shame. Lina stopped next to him and crossed her arms. “I’m... I’m very sorry. I couldn’t control myself I...” he continued stammered. Lina crouched down to at least somehow reduce the height difference between the two and lightly touched his shoulder. “Look at me.” She softly said. Barely Alex got the courage but eventually turned his head to be face to face with the pearl haired woman. His face was red with shame and he felt extremely horrible about all of this. Without breaking an eye contact Lina continued – “Have you ever been with a female Alex?” without saying anything he simply shook his head. Lina observed his face for a moment before exhaling and standing up. “Follow me.” she said and walked towards area that appeared more soft and better covered with grass. Not understanding what is going on Alex stood up and followed her. Lina observed the ground for a moment before crouching down and getting on all fours in front of the young human. His heart was beating like crazy. This tall draenei beauty was presenting herself to him. He was getting lightheaded when looking at her slit which was pressed firmly together by her thick thighs. “You helped me to get free and assisted to destroy the cultists I was after” Lina said while turning her head back to look at the nervous human in the eyes – “Therefore I will let you to become a man. I see how much you want it.” She whispered and turned her head away from the human while lifting her hips a bit higher to present herself. “So better carry on before I change my mind...” she said and awaited humans response. Alex was filled with lust and fear at the same time. He couldn’t let this opportunity to go away. In seconds he got behind the draenei and pulled out his manhood. She was so big even while on her knees that Alex didn’t even need to crouch. His penis while standing was almost on the same height as her opening. His hands ran over her round butt to feel her flesh which caused Lina to shift in her position. It was time. Alex was nearly shaking. Pressing his fully erect dick against her big lower lips they softly parted making the young guy moan in pleasure as his whole length sunk into her draenei depths. Lina gasped as his penis fully entered in her. Alex was below average for her draenei standards but it still felt good nonetheless. Vagina was very flexible and the same was true also about her own race. Even though it was supposed to accomodate much larger sizes – it still pleasantly hugged his invading manhood making both parties to moan and gasp in pleasure. “Oh fuck...” Alex whispered while moving back and forth inside the larger female. His balls lightly slapping against her clit upon each penetration. Lina was getting hotter – her cheeks begun to fill with blood as she was starting to blush. Fingers pulling at the soft grass trying to grab something – anything to keep her posture up. Lina wasn’t expecting that she will enjoy this so much. Her eyes closed as soft and frequent gasps left her mouth each time the young stud penetrated her. Lina wasn’t tight for him but the pleasant grip around his cock urged him to pick up the speed. Taking hold of her hips firmer Alex started to fuck her with increased speed. Lina’s eyes sprang open as her pleasure suddenly doubled in her pussy. By natural instinct – Lina’s vagina clamped harder around the young guys manhood making him lose control. “Fuck!” shouted Alex as he felt his end approaching much quicker than he had hoped. Lina started to breathe rapidly her gasps turned into moans as the young human took her from behind. Suddenly Alex became much more faster – his own moaning and gasping for air surpassed Lina’s as he barely saw how his cock kept disappearing in her depths. “Alex... calm... down...” Lina barely stammered out before her arms gave away and she fell face first against the grass with her backside still lifted as the young human pounded her like crazy. Her eyes were closed and cheeks burned with hotness as she started to grit her teeth to battle the huge surge of pleasure. “Fuck... I’m cumming!” shouted Alex before pushing into her as rough and deep as his length allowed. Lina’s eyes went wide and sudden roughness took her over the edge as she let out a pathetic yelp and her whole body rocked. Lina’s vagina completely clamped down on Alex manhood making him let out a cry of intense pleasure before he felt his release. Lina closed her eyes once more upon feeling something warm fill her insides. Her pussy kept occasionally contracting around his manhood milking him completely out of his young human seed. Alex partially fell on her backside. With his penis still inside her warm depths and feeling her walls trying to milk every last droplet made him almost to pass out from the pleasure. For some time there was no sound but the heavy breathing of both partners. After 30 seconds Alex felt becoming completely limp and slowly leaned backwards. His spent manhood easily left her folds and he fell on his butt. Meanwhile Lina rolled on her side and kept like that for a moment. Alex observed how her athletic chest kept lifting upon each inhale. She was soaked in sweat and seeing her lower lips being pressed firmly together once more made Alex slightly turned on again. Small stream of crystal clear juices ran out of her tight slit before a tint of white mixed in. Alex gulped down. Only now he slowly started to understand what he had done – what they had done. He was no longer a virgin and his seed was now slowly dripping out of this gorgeous draenei. Thought itself started to turn him on once more. “Gosh...” Lina murmured before rolling on her back. Her thighs remained open as it didn’t really matter anymore in this situation. Alex felt hypnotized while staring between her spread thighs once more as now her sligthly parted slit kept releasing more of their combined juices on the ground. “How was it?” casually asked Alex before even realizing how dumb it sounded. For a moment he could only hear her breathing – ‘’Better than I expected...” whispered Lina while covering her still burning face. Lina felt as if suddenly it became darker. Pushing her hands away her eyes widened. Alex was above her and staring into her face. “What are you doing...?”she whispered. Without saying anything he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. After the kiss he pushed back to see the same confused look on Lina’s face. “What was that supposed to mean?” she asked in more serious tone. Alex frowned his eyebrows – “Have you never kissed?” he asked to which Lina shook her head. “Well... I know the concept of it, but we – draenei don’t perform such acts often... we...” and she felt reddening again. “We in terms of sexual activity keep it very basic... with intercourse that is.” Alex smiled and leaned closer. “Can I kiss you... Lina?” A slight nod was all he needed and once more their lips collided. At first Lina let him do all the work, but soon she got interested and partake in the act. Their size difference made it strange at first but soon both started to roll their tongues and feel each others lips. After a minute of passionate kissing Alex pushed back – slightly winded. Lina seemed to be fine. “How was it?” smirked Alex to which Lina replied – “Weird, but I don’t mind it.” Alex smirked and leaned closer to her neck which caused the draenei to tense. “Whats on your mind?” she nervously asked. No one ever has done anything like that to her and she had her fair share of lovers. “Just this...” whispered Alex before softly kissing her neck. Feeling was so strange to her but she went along with it. His kissing didn’t stop – instead he started to trace downwards. Upon reaching her well sized bust Alex leaned forward and took her left nipple in his mouth. “Ahh... Alex...” murmured Lina as she tried to push his head away but he insisted. After a gentle lick over her nipple he looked back at her. “Whats wrong?” Lina looked at him in the eyes. “What are you doing Alex? These are for babies not men.” Hearing that made Alex smirk. “No... they are intense source of pleasure. Let me show you...” before Lina could complain his mouth was once more wrapped around her nipple and started nursing it. Lina moaned as he sucked on her tit while with left hand massaging and kneading her right one. She had no idea what this young guy was doing but he was pressing all the right buttons. After an intense licking and sucking session her breasts were leaking with his saliva. “Lina...” he whispered while looking at her flushed face. “Can I have you again?” he asked to which Lina lifted her eyebrows. “What do you mean?” she asked and suddenly her face turned into shock as she felt something rub against her wet and dripping slit. “You cannot be serious... you can go again...?” she asked in surprise to which Alex nodded. He couldn’t hold it anymore and in one single push sunk into her once more. Lina throw her head back in a moan as his fully erect tool penetrated her. Immediately Alex started to fuck her in steady rhythm making her boobs bounce. “Lina... Lina...” he gasped while fucking her harder. “What...” she stammered out while holding herself not to moan. “I want you... lock your thighs behind my back...” he murmured and moaned as he managed to go a bit deeper. “Why...?” she whispered while starting to gasp. “Just do it...” replied Alex and leaned over her more to apply more pressure on penetrating her between her spread thighs. “Fuck...” Alex moaned as he felt her strong thighs lock behind his back and push him harder against her waist. Sudden change of position made Lina moan louder as he managed to drive deeper into her with this new feature. Only sharp moans and grunts were audible in the secluded place as the young teen kept ramming the draenei warrior. 2nd try gave him more energy to keep up with her body which he made known by straightening his back and slamming his waist against her much harder and faster as before. Lina’s head was starting to spin. She have had much larger sizes inside of her but for some reason this young human guy felt so good that she felt as if losing control. Closing her eyes entirely Lina finally gave up on supressing her moaning and let it all out. “Ahh... more... yes..” Lina moaned while Alex grunted and tried to become rougher with her. Her legs like steel bars held him pressed close to her. The only option was forward. Sweat dripped down his face and landed on her already wet and swollen breasts as his young penis kept piercing her draenei vagina. Despite his smaller size her insides held him like a vice. Suddenly her walls collapsed around his invading member and that was all it took to get him over the edge. Both parties moaned as their orgasms run through their bodies. Alex was so tired that he simply fell on his lovers big chest. Her breasts serving as cushions. Meanwhile Lina was drenched in sweat and her chest lifted rapidly in attempts to gather as much of the precious air as possible. Her lovers spent member kept pulsating while releasing the last droplets of seed in her giving her a tickling sensations. “Alex...” she whispered. He was breathing but not responding. Lina uncrossed her legs and left them spread out as the young guy kept laying on her unconscious with his dick still inside her warm tunnel. “What a day...” whispered Lina while slowly stroking the hair of her young lover before exhaustion took its toll and made her fall asleep.                                                                                                                      

Chapter 1 - Plan in Motion

IMPORTANT TO READ FIRST! Authors notes: So this is my first story on Star Wars: The Old Republic universe. My experience in this lore is nowhere close to how much I know about World of Warcraft, so don't be too harsh on me regarding lore related mistakes that might have happened. Also some numbers (like distance) have been taken randomly, since I couldn't figure out exact proper values, meanwhile things like character height and or age should be somewhat accurate, I took some time to study SWTOR Wikipedia pages to get somewhat plausible results. Also the upcoming scenes and character relations (Satele and Theron) are 100% my fantasy so these don't hold any actual power into the original SWTOR lore. Slight spoilers regarding story progression: This chapter is going to be a slow build up, while next one is going to be very, very harsh. If you have read my previous stories, then you might have an idea how I meant it. This time I won't put content warnings at the start of each chapter, because I feel that they work somewhat as a spoilers and slightly ruin the fun. With that being said... dig in. The appearances: Satele Shan - http://www.manufato.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/satele-low-02.jpg Darth Malgus - http://oi51.tinypic.com/r761kp.jpg Theron Shan - https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/swtor/images/a/ac/Theron_Shan_01.png/revision/latest?cb=20160317030350 Malgus servants - http://dulfy.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/swtor-exterminators-armor-set-male.jpg Satele’s Diplomats - http://dulfy.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/swtor-voss-dignitary-armor-contraband-resale-corporation.jpg     Revenge of The Malgus   *deep breathing* strange and distorted noise came out of the shadowy figure, dressed in black robes it sat in the middle of the dark room with eyes closed and legs crossed underneath. It simply inhaled and exhaled while trying to dive deeper in his thoughts and the mental plane. Respirator made it sound very harsh, however the being was already used to it, his eyebrows kept twitching as his mind was going further away. *knock* Malgus eyes sprang open and immediate anger rushed through his veins, in seconds the doors bursted out and the person behind them was floating in the air with his hands grasping his own neck attempting to remove the invisible choke hold that was being put upon him. “What... did I tell you... about bothering me...” Malgus said in distored voice while the floating person in front of him was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. “Especially... when I’m meditating!” Malgus shouted and force pushed the person against the wall making it crash and fall on the metal floor. “My.. my lord.. I’m sorry...” said the similarly clothed person while trying to regain his breathing after the rough impact and strangling. As the person was done choking and finally regained his breath, immediately he got on his knee in front of the Malgus. His name was Koril and he was one of the 5 sith servants who all were force-sensitive and trained in lightsaber fighting, their whole goal was to serve Darth Malgus as his elite guards and or to do missions on his behalf, whether it would be to command imperial squads or espionage. Darth Malgus looked at his kneeling servant “Since you already interrupted me, tell me the reason of your arrival.” He said and stared into his eyes - “And the reason better be good” he added. Koril audibly gulped and tried his best not to mess up the sentence “My lord... others and myself included... have been wondering why are you spending recently so much time meditating... is there something on your mind?” Koril asked and already prepared himself to receive another force push or choke. But to his surprise nothing of those two came. Darth Malgus took a deep breath, his respirator emitting the same distorted sound. “Yes, there is.” He replied rather calmly. Koril lifted his head to look in confusion. “Satele Shan...” Malgus replied and visible anger started to boil in him. Without saying anything else he stood up, suddenly the room looked very small in comparison to his massive height, Malgus was 220 cm tall and in combination with his bald head and respirator, his posture was very terrifying. “My lord...?” Koril silently asked with hint of confusion. “It’s been weeks and I cannot escape these thoughts” Malgus said and walked towards his desk to inspect his crimson crystal lightsaber. “That battle on Alderaan... she humiliated me...” Malgus said with hate in his voice. Then he turned towards his servant motioning for him to stand up. “And now... I will humiliate her” His eyes were sparking with raw sith energy. Seeing that his servant was still confused and not really following what he was saying or his plan whatsoever, Malgus continued – “These weeks, I’ve completely consumed my mind and power in the force to reach new depths and knowledge” He said and turned on his sparking red lightsaber making his servant to slightly back off. With a smirk he turned his head towards Koril “I know exactly where she is going to be and I will be ready to take action.”   *50 light years away*   Satele’s personal shuttle had just left the hyperspace. “As I remember it...” said Theron Shan while observing the advanced planet in front of him. Coruscant was visible through the ships window and it became bigger with each second as they kept approaching it. Theron smiled as he felt warm hand on his shoulder, looking behind he saw the familiar face of his mother – Satele Shan. “I’m so happy that we could finally meet... despite what happened...” said Theron, while sounding still slightly hurt. Satele gently applied pressure on his shoulder and smiled “I know... and as much as this was against the jedi order, I’m willing to make this sacrifice” she replied. *Satele Shan and her son Theron had re-united few weeks ago, it was a tough time and a lot of painful explanations on why she disappeared and why it was held a secret that she was his mother, but it all was solved despite what jedi would think. Satele had stepped down from her duties as Grand Master of Jedi Order, but her rank remained and now she was doing more of a diplomatic missions that were more focused on debates and papers than lightsaber fighting. And this was one of those occasions. Her son Theron was part of her consort as well as 2 other diplomats to travel and make agreements with powerful and wealthy organizations to make them sway towards the Republic.* After 30 seconds ship entered the atmosphere and in few more the tall buildings of Coruscant were already flashing around them. “Our landing place is just over there.” Said Theron and turned the shuttle towards the destination. “And we have arrived...” groaned Theron while stretching his arms.  As the group left the shuttle they were greeted by 3 diplomats. “We are honored to have you here master Shan” said one of the Twi’lek diplomats. “It’s alright, thank you for the warm welcome” replied Satele Shan and bowed. “Your belongings will be transfered to your hotel rooms and the upcoming diplomatic meeting will take place tomorrow in 10 am, meanwhile feel free to enjoy our highest quality meals and drinks in the Opera house, also the floor in which you will be staying will be on a lock-down for these 2 days so you have absolutely nothing to worry about regarding security” said the Twi’lek and bowed in respect. “Thank you very much” smiled Satele and motioned her group to enter the Opera house. Reaching the 345th floor they left the elevator, immediately they saw 2 human guards on each side with plasma rifles, by their armor they looked to be elite guards meant for VIP protection. Noticing the groups stare the Twi’lek diplomat spoke “These are our top level security guards, they are well trained and no un-authorized person or being will ever pass them, just make sure that you show your ID cards resembling this floor access and they will let you pass” calmly explained the twi’lek. As they moved through the hallway it was filled with rooms going in circle, if they kept going they would just reach the same elevator with the guards from which they arrived here. “Ok, so Master Shan this room is yours” said the Twi’lek while pointing towards the room – A230 and handing over the ID card. The rest of the ID cards were casually given to the rest of the group. Theron got A231 which was obviously next to his mother and the remaining diplomats got A232 and A233. “ID cards are not numbered for obvious reasons so don’t forget which room is yours” Smiled Twi’lek and nodded again. “Your belongings have already arrived in your rooms so take a rest and enjoy our hospitality.” “Thank you” replied Satele Shan. As the diplomat had left she turned towards her consort. “Alright, do as she said, relax and or feel free to visit the Opera’s bar and spend some time in lounge, just remember not to get intoxicated we have an important meeting tomorrow at 10 am.” Both diplomats nodded and went to their rooms, as the doors closed Theron looked at Satele and crossed his arms “What’s wrong?” she asked while half-way through her door entry. “It’s just... I’m still thinking about what happened and your decisions regarding my uprising... also the reason that I’m not force-sensitive and I will never be able to become as powerful or great as you are...” Theron wanted to continue, but Satele stopped him. “Theron...” she whispered. “I know that what happened to you and all of this...” she said while holding her emotions in bay. “It must have been a nightmare to overcome, but I want you to know that there wasn’t a single day during my time away from you in which I wouldn’t be thinking about you...” Satele said and pushed herself against the wall. “I did what I had to do as a jedi I couldn’t have you next to me, because sith could use this attachment against me, against you...” she silently said. Theron felt her warm and soft hand on his cheek and looked into her eyes. “This wasn’t any less harder for me than it was for you, my son...” she said and hugged Theron. Both stood in the embrace for a minute. After the heartfelt moment both separated. “We should change in more comfortable clothing” said Satele and Theron agreed. Both went to their rooms.   *Not too far away*   The warehouse doors slid open and a short human stumbled inside, just to be stopped by 2 dark clothed beings. “I need to talk to the Darth Malgus, I bring valuable information.” He smirked. Both beings nodded and stepped aside, letting the informator in. After the 2nd doors slid open apartment like room appeared in the view. The short human carefully moved forward but immediately stopped in his tracks as he heard a deep and distored voice. “So tell me the news.” said darth Malgus. “Yes, yes.” Nervously replied the informator. “Everything goes as you predicted my lord, 4 people have arrived in the Opera house, Grand master Shan and 3 more diplomats, one of which actually look like a guard. I cannot tell which floor they are stated, but I know that they have a meeting at 10 am, but...” Short human couldn’t finish his sentence as Malgus interrupted him “It doesn’t matter, I know where the meeting is going to be held as well as whom they will be speaking with.” Said Malgus and started to approach the short human, the difference in height was jus comical at this point. “They will be talking with Mecha Industries Corporation which specializes in transport and field equipment production, obviously the meeting is held with a goal to sway them towards Republic to supply them in the war against the Empire.” Noticing the informants growing confusion he continued “Unfortunately for our Republic friends the meeting won’t end as they have expected, because I had already paid a visit to our guys from MIC. It will be a trap.” Said darth Malgus and started to laugh, meanwhile the informant was getting very nervous. “But... but if you know all of this why send me out there... and that I know of your plans...” he whispered and instantly regretting how loud he said it. “My little friend...” said Malgus while brushing his greasy hair. “Let’s say... I just like to use people and besides...” he looked down into his eyes. “I’m pretty sure you won’t tell anyone, that is... you won’t be able to” before the short human could react his eyes popped open as the room around them got ignited in crimson red, informant was impaled on the sith’s lightsaber. With disgust Malgus turned off his saber and kicked the informant away, his dead body colliding with the steel door making loud noise. Shortly doors opened and two of his servants calmly walked inside, without saying a word they picked up the corpse and throw it in the nearby garbage container. “My revenge is near...” Malgus started to laugh.   *Opera house*   Satele Shan was lying on her back in the comfortable bed still clad in her casual jedi clothes and brushing her forehead. Many thoughts and emotions ran through her head. Things have changed so much since she reunited with Theron. It wasn’t the wisest decision by jedi standards, but then again getting pregnant with him wasn’t either. During the battle of Alderaan she fought against Darth Malgus who would have ended her if it wasn’t for Jace Malcom (that she rescued from execution just moments before), who interrupted their duel just in time to turn the tides and give Satele the upper hand. What happened next was just a common reaction, they developed feelings for each other and some time later – Theron was born. Another layer of complexity was added when Satele kept the whole thing a secret, she was afraid to tell Malcom anything about the child due to his unpredictable behavior that could have harmed them. Letting out a groan she sat up on the bed and started to unbutton her top. Despite doing diplomatic duties, she still dressed up in clothes that would ease her movements in case if fight would break out, she was still a jedi first and diplomat second therefore safety was something she could never take for granted. As the last button was removed she quickly got rid of her belt and put the leathery top next to her in the bed. Underneath she wore simple black spandex bra, despite her age of 48 she was still in incredible shape. Due to her active life style and frequent training as jedi there was no signs of aging on her body. Her skin was cream colored and smooth, she wasn’t very muscular, but her torso and belly looked slim. Next came off her leather boots which she put next to her bed and stood up to go to the full body mirror. Satele admired her looks and physique, even though bragging and self-pride wasn’t something that jedi could stand behind since it could easily lead to the dark side, she was still just a woman and it made her feel good that after all these years and even after giving a birth her athletic body haven’t gone anywhere. While looking in the mirror her hands went towards her waist and unbuttoned the leather pants. Slowly she slid them down her legs exposing more of her strong and toned thighs. She put her pants on the bed and turned back towards the mirror to fully observe herself. Satele was indeed very desirable, standing just in her spandex black bra and matching black panties they contrasted well with her cream colored skin. If her upper half was more or less slim with exception of her slightly bigger than average breasts, then her lower half consisted of well toned and strong thighs. Below waist she was definitely on the plus size but on all the right places. Smiling to herself in the mirror she turned sideways and walked towards container. She bent forward to enter the code and with small beep the box slid open. Digging through her belongings she kept searching for something to wear. Satele knew that she should pack some formal clothes, can’t really go everywhere dressed as a jedi, at least not when doing diplomatic duties or for example right now, when she has free time to spare and relax by attending Opera or spend time in Lounge to chat with her consort and son. Letting out sigh she pulled out black fabric. Unfolding it in front of the mirror the elegant black strapless evening dress came into the view. In couple of seconds it was on her. Satele turned around then sideways then with her back facing the mirror. Dress was very long and completely covered her legs and ankles. It also showed of her curves being very close to the skin. Satele didn’t want to overdo with stuff that’s why she didn’t use any necklaces or earrings. Also her signature obsidian hair stayed the same with the 4 small braids in place. Jedi were never about “standing out” so jewelry was a big no-no to them. Being satisfied with the black evening dress, Satele pulled out matching high heels. Nothing insane, just to match the overall color. With heels on she returned to the mirror to look at the final results, meanwhile she heard light knocking on her door. “Come in.” She responded warmly while guiding the ID card with the force to levitate towards the door and slid through the terminal. Theron gulped as the steel doors slid open in front of him and the sight of his mother on the opposite side of the room came into the view. After few seconds of silence he stepped inside. “Woah...” he sighed louder than intended. Satele turned towards her son and smiled “What do you think? I hope it’s not too revealing or vulgar...” she said while looking at the mirror again to do slight turns. Theron pulled his mind out of it. “N.. No! Of course not.” He said rapidly and walked to Satele just to stand next to her. “You are absolutely gorgeous...” he said without even thinking how casual it sounded. Satele smiled “Thank you Theron.” Theron’s reaction was completely justified, after all he had never seen his mother to wear such clothes. Usually those were jedi themed and to finally see her in something so different was a huge surprise to him. “Hmm...” Satele murmured while eyeing down her son. Theron was prepared for the occasion himself, he wore a stylish black tuxedo. “Ain’t looking that bad yourself” Satele smirked and both cracked a laugh. After few more minutes of fixing their clothing they decided to visit the lounge. Floor numbers flashed in front of their eyes as the elevator descended. It took maybe 10 seconds before the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Immediately the music and voices washed over both humans. Satele and Theron left the elevator and looked around. The lounge was huge and there were several areas one side had a concert stage which was already occupied by some alien group who performed on various instruments, the other side looked to be the Casino where 20+ tables with cards, roulettes and never seen before gambling games took place. And in the middle was the general bar area where hundreds of different races and species drank their drinks and chatted in various languages. Everyone around them were dressed in expensive clothing it was definitely the elite. “Let’s take a seat there.” Theron pointed towards an empty couch and table. Satele nodded and both sat down next to each other. In couple of seconds a maid droid arrived “Sir and mam, what do you want to order? We have the highest quality meals in the whole galaxy and the best drinks in the universe” Theron chuckled a bit hearing those words but nodded. “I will take a glass of your best champagne and maybe some snacks, I trust you to choose the good ones” he winked. “Will do sir, and you?” robot turned its attention to Satele. Satele knew that she couldn’t get drunk due to the important meeting tomorrow, but one wine glass won’t hurt. “Wine will do, just don’t bring anything strong” she added and robot nodded in understanding. In seconds it was gone. “So...” Theron said while resting his back against the soft cushions. “Here we are.” He lightly chuckled, making Satele turn her head and nod. Theron still had so many questions, in the past weeks they still had very formal relationship it felt like a wall that he wanted to tear down. “Satele, I...” he couldn’t finish the sentence before the droid had already returned. “Here is your orders.” It said and with several arms in the same time put down the glasses and food. They spent 1 hour of drinking and chatting, talking about various things diplomacy, the progress against Empire, what it meant to be a jedi, but not going too deep into anything specific. As more alcohol got consumed both become more open and forward. “And then I said to that twi’lek – get out of this house or I will choke you with your own hair!” Theron laughed to his own story which made Satele to chuckle and nearly spew out her wine. After regulating their breathing Satele looked at her son. Only now she finally saw how handsome and strong he had grown. “Theron...” she silently said. “Regardless what happened in the past... or what decisions were made...” her hand rested on his shoulder. “I’m very happy that you are here with me now” Satele was barely holding her emotions. Without saying a word Theron leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, making Satele gasp in the surprise, but continued with a deep hug to which Satele responded and both hold each other in the embrace without saying anything. After minute of embrace both backed off. Clearing her throat Satele spoke “Theron, wh...” but was immediately interrupted by him. “It doesn’t matter” he nervously replied and stood up, giving his hand “Will you dance with me?” he asked. Satele looked at him dumbfounded. “Please...” the request was with deep hurt. Satele nodded and took his hand. Both moved to the dance area and luckily for them a slow song started to play. The pair went into the waltz embrace and slowly started to move in the rhythm of the music. Satele was resting her head on his shoulder while Theron gently held her close to him. In other scenarios such proximity would be considered inappropriate, but due to the amount of alchohol in their blood it went unnoticed.     *Not too far away in an unknown location*   Darth Malgus was in deep meditation, the distorted sound of his respirator echoed in the room. After few more breathing cycles his eyes opened. “Hmm... strange...” he murmured to himself while standing up. As Malgus was checking on his equipment the familiar knocking echoed in the metal filled chamber. Without looking at the doors he used the force power to open them. After slight hesitation Jori walked in, he was a twi’lek sith servant and similarly as Koril also served the Malgus. “My lord... I wanted to say that we are all ready, Koril and others have been already dispatched and have prepared the meeting room, trap is set.” Said the twi’lek and bowed. “Good.” Replied Malgus while bracing himself against the table with his back turned. “My lord... pardon of me asking, but I sense confusion...” said Jori while looking slightly terrified, what it he went too far by questioning his master? Light chuckle eased his nerves, “Indeed” said Malgus with his distorted voice. “I’ve been meditating and focusing all my force towards Satele Shan to understand what is going on in her mind” turning around he faced his still worried sith servant. “To scout her and eliminate any possible chance of failure...” he continued and walked towards his servant making him gulp in fear. “I sense her emotions... but they are different than I would expect at this moment. They are not fear or anxiety, but something much more powerful...” Malgus walked behind his servant “love.” he spat out with disgust. Jori turned towards him with the same confused look. “I don’t know what is going on, but I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be very interesting” smirked Malgus and marched out of his chambers, leaving the confused servant behind.   *Opera house*   Satele and Theron were standing in the hallway both slightly intoxicated. “Thank you for the nice evening Theron, we better go to sleep now.” Said Satele and hugged her son. Theron returned the hug “I love you...” he whispered. Satele’s heart skipped a beat, “I love you too...” she replied and with teary eyes backed off. “Good night, Theron...” she said while unlocking her doors and walking inside. “Good night, Satele...” sighed Theron and slowly paced to his own doors. Closing the doors behind her back Satele leaned against them and pushed her hands to the face. This was not good and she knew it. She was filled with emotions and they were flowing out of her which was not good thing for a jedi. Satele was teached from early days that emotions must be surpressed and held inside otherwise they could have been exploited by the dark side and used against her. And now this was her biggest fear, how could she fall for this? Being a jedi grand master, someone who every new trainee would look up for as the finest example on how to be a successful jedi lose control over her emotions. Tears were running down her eyes as she realized the new and pulsating vulnerability she now had which at some point could be used against her. Without taking off her dress she climbed into the bed and started to meditate, after few minutes she reached somewhat peaceful state, then taking off her dress she fell asleep. Morning came quickly, the floating alarm clock was emitting soft sound just loud enough to awake the person, but not startle them. Satele opened her eyes, the floating pane showed 9 am. Stretching her arms she sat up in the bed and looked around. It was the same hotel room, except the warm light of the nearby sun was entering in her apartment. Getting up she took a shower and dressed up in her casual jedi clothes. Fixing her trusted lightsaber to her waistband she sat back on the bed closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After exhaling she felt uneasy about something, but couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe she was just nervous about the upcoming meeting, but it couldn’t be the reason considering the fact that she have gone to similar meetings many times now. Opening her eyes she stood up and packed her belongings, it was time to move. On her way to the elevator she already met slightly trashed Theron who appearantly didn’t have enough sleep and 2 giggly diplomats who stopped in their tracks in the moment of seeing Satele. “It’s alright, we better go.”she warmly smiled and all 4 entered the elevator. Upon reaching the landing platform floor they were met by the same twi’lek diplomat who had greeted them on their arrival. Twi’lek bowed in respect “Hopefully the hospitality and entertainment was of your liking” she said. “Thank you very much it was indeed a pleasure.” Satele replied formaly and both bowed. “Your meeting will take place in the Mecha Industries factory and they are ready for your arrival, this transport will take you there and it shouldn’t take more than 5 minutes.” Said Twi’lek and pointed towards the fancy looking limo. All 4 bowed and proceeded towards the transport. Doors opened without even touching them and human in a MIC hat and suit greeted them as everyone had climbed in. Immediately Satele froze for a second the same feeling creeped up her neck, something was not right. “It’s our pleasure to have you here, MIC are really interested in signing a good deal with Republic.” Said the driver while shifting his gaze from the flying path to his passengers. Limo was filled with different snacks and drinks, but none of them went as far to take anything. As they were flying towards their destination Theron took a glance at Satele “Hey... what’s wrong?” he asked her in a whisper, he was no jedi, but still could see his mother to look rather tense. Satele shook her head “No... it’s nothing, don’t know actually...” she said while averting the gaze. Meanwhile the driver had few times already lifted his hat to brush off sweat from his forehead, it made no sense because climate in the vehicle was pitch perfect and conditioning was working too. Theron was staring at the limo driver for a minute now and his suspicions were starting to grow, his thoughts soon were interrupted “And we have arrived.” Said the driver and in next seconds the limo touched the landing zone of Mecha Industries. Everyone left the limo and the party looked around, it was indeed a factory and it was also quite loud here, enormous machines were cutting steel in shapes and pushed it forward while others were melting it. “Follow me, this place is very noisy I can guarantee you that the guest hall is completely sound proof!” yelled the limo driver while motioning his company to follow him. Soon they arrived to the first security doors, limo driver slid the ID card and doors opened. As they went inside and doors closed behind them it was complete silence. They walked through a long hallway before reaching the reception, it was monitored and controlled by a giant robot. “Welcome guests, the companies representatives are waiting for you in the deal negotiation room number 5, just follow the hallway and after turning right the next doors on the left will be your room” said the robot in monotone voice. “Thank you.” Said Satele and all moved forward. As they walked Theron quickly looked behind to see the limo driver drinking glass of water and furiously cleaning his face, was he sick or something? Theron himself started to become uneasy, but decided not to say anything. Upon reaching the room the doors were already open and 3 persons in suits were sitting on the opposite side of a massive squared desk. “Please... take a seat.” One of them stood up and nervously pointed towards the 4 empty chairs on the opposite side of the table. Satele may look calm outside, but she was nearly shaking inside, her senses were going crazy something was not right. Nodding she carefully sat down and observed the room around them. She couldn’t feel anything, but the uneasy feeling was getting more stronger which actually started to make her sweat. “So yes... the deal, I mean negotiatons... what benefits are we talking about?” the middle guy stammered out clearly looking very stressed. The other two were not even looking at them as if they didn’t even want to be here. “We want you to supply Republic forces with military equipment, in return we can guarantee anonymity and that you will get paid well for your services... we assur...” Satele stopped mid sentence and instantly stood up, Theron quickly followed her action. Two dark robed figures appeared from each side behind the 3 representatives. Suddenly Satele felt enormous surge of dark side energy and in miliseconds ignited her blue lightsaber. “What is the meaning of this?!” she shouted at them, who surprisingly in return didn’t react at all. Feeling danger very close, Satele span around but stopped in her tracks. Her lightsaber stopped few inches from Theron. Fear consumed her as she witnessed the situation in front of her. A sith was holding bright red lightsaber just inches from Theron’s neck, and to mock the situation even more with his other hand moved his fingers in a ‘’No, no’’ motion. “Ah... my apologies...” a distored voice echoed in a room, the heavy steps getting closer before the large body appeared next to the other 2 sith’s and the completely terrified representatives. Satele turned back and her eyes opened in disbelief, “I suppose that I grew bored of shielding myself and my companions from you.” Darth Malgus stopped and crossed his hands. The guy was huge and easily towered over 5 other people next to him. The main spokesperson let out a choke of cry, “I’m very sorry... they arrived first and.. and we had no choice!” he stammered out. Satele shifted her stare all over the room, they were completely cornered and Theron was taken hostage there was no way to win this. “What do you want?! Let these people go!” Satele shouted at the Malgus while kept looking around to see if someone was advancing on her. Distorted laugh broke the tension. “What do I want...? You of course.” He casually said and motioned his companions to round up all the civillians in the room except for Satele and Theron who stood in place. Satele’s face vibed in disgust “Then let them go, if I’m the one you need then you don’t need to hold them hostage, let them go!” she shouted back. “Fuck this! Don’t give in to his demands!” shouted Theron behind her and just as quickly groaned in pain as the sith holding him hostage punched his side. “Theron!” Satele turned towards him with fear. “Wonderful...” smirked Malgus, making Satele turn her head back to look at the huge brute. Walking few steps towards he stopped. “As you can see there is no escape from this situation, give me your lightsaber and put your hands on the table or your friend here” pointing to Theron “Will lose his head” said Malgus and waited on Satele’s next step. Malgus was right the sith holding her son hostage would probably be fast enough to kill him if she decided to do something brave. With shaking hand Satele started to lower her lightsaber “No!” shouted Theron, but she continued and turned it off. Immediately she felt the lightsaber being pulled out of her hand by force and landing in the grip of Malgus. Averting her gaze from everyone she simply stared at the table in front of her, boiling with fear and anger. “Interesting...” said Malgus while inspecting her weapon. “I believe this was the same one I cut in half back in the Alderaan, looks like that afterwards you have choosed to use it as one sided blade” Malgus said while looking at the sides of it. “Oh and yes...” he smirked while turning towards the sith that had rounded the civillians together. “I guess I will do as you said, I really don’t need hostages” giving a quick motion with his hand the other sith ignited their weapons. “No!!!” shouted Satele as several screams echoed in the room in combination with slashing noises. Satele held herself against the table, tears ran down her eyes and her whole body was shaking. Everyone but the Theron was massacred in that room, her diplomats and all 3 representatives were hacked in pieces. “Satele do something!” shouted Theron while earning another kick in the guts. Malgus smirked and moved closer. “She won’t do anything...” he said and applied force choke on her, Satele started to gasp for air as she was lifted from the ground, but it didn’t last long as Malgus slammed her in the nearby wall, making her dizzy and coughing. Quickly approaching her he pulled out a couple of weird looking handcuffs and with ease took hold of her hands to lock them in place. “I will kill you if you touch her you son of a bitch!” screamed Theron. Malgus simply looked at him and started to laugh “Sweet dreams.” and with a motion of his hand Theron lost conscioussness.

Chapter 2 - Katarina

Katarina (default appearance) Anticipation was running high as the muffled and distorted breathing clashed against the sealed Omega Squad gas mask that he was wearing. Fully clad in his assault suit Teemo was expecting contact with Katarina - The Sinister Blade.  Air was moist and heavy as the little scout laid on his stomach in the middle of the forest observing the dirt road. Location was precisely chosen to give him the highest chance of success while the victims ventured straight into massacre. Few days ago Teemo acquired a very important intel of the trade routes for the Noxus, including their major army movement routes and relocations. One specific entry really caught his attention.  Katarina herself would be overseeing one of the many gold transportations from their biggest gold mine in The Delverhold back to the capital of Noxus - The Immortal Bastion.  The road is lengthy and dangerous. The first half going through a thick forest and later turning into a plains / desert. For the experienced assassin it was obvious that ambush won’t be possible in an open area where any threat can be spotted miles away so the time to strike would be in the forest. According to the stolen record Katarina will be transporting 2 tons of raw gold to be melted in the capital. Considering her training and proficiency she will be only accompanied by a single squad of Noxus infantry. Which by Teemo’s estimates should be no more than 10 men. It would seem foolish to not grant bigger protection for such valuable goods, especially knowing how militant are the Noxus, however the logic there could be that the whole zone is part of the Noxus empire. Meaning that any looming threat from outside attempting to ambush the caravan in order to steal the gold would be practically non-existent. Time was ticking. Sun was at the right spot and like a clockwork - distant and steady hoofbeats alerted Teemo.  “It’s time” the tiny assassin said and double-checked his rifle. Noxus caravan was moving closer. 6 plate armor clad soldiers with spears were marching in the front, closely followed by 4 horses that were pulling the unfairly heavy cargo including the 2 men that sat on it and guided them, lastly the Sinister Blade herself and 4 more soldiers forming a square around her to assure that if any threat would come she wouldn’t be caught off-guard. Katarina exhaled and wiped her sweat covered forehead. Her gorgeous ruby red hair messily clinging on her moist skin. Forest wasn’t doing her any favors. The insane heat and moisture levels had made this trip that much more worse for her.  Katarina was a trained assassin and a skillful killer. Undergoing noxian training she learned how to survive and adapt so of course this kind of weather didn’t frighten her, however it was very irritating. Taking a glance down she adjusted her bust and skin-tight leather pants. Which once again weren’t the perfect choice for this kind of weather, however it couldn’t have been predicted. This attire is her signature and she’s proud of it. After a minute of walking Katarina heard someone shout to halt. Roughly pushing away the guard in front of her she angrily marched forward. “What’s the matter?!” she basically shouted at the coachmen. “Ma.. my lady...” one stammered so the other had to finish - “There is a blockade on the road ma’am” Katarina lifted an eyebrow and walked forward. A huge tree was indeed laying in the middle of the dirt road. Fully blocking any passage for the caravan. It wasn’t avoidable. Soldiers heard Katarina groan. “Then remove it will you?!” she shouted with annoyance. The front 6 soldiers already ran towards the tree not to risk to annoy the short-tempered woman any further. “What if it’s an ambush?” one of the coachmen silently whispered, not wanting to challenge Katarina. Unlucky for him she overheard it.  “Ha!” she mockingly shouted. Walked closer and leaned against the wooden carriage. “Do you really expect that anyone would be stupid enough to attempt this kind of ordeal?” the coachman shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “We are in the territory of our mighty Noxus Empire. Even if there was someone attempting this, they wouldn’t be able to cross the border with an army big enough to pull this off” she finished and pulled out one of her daggers to tap at her head.  “Think for once with your stupid head, will ya?” she mockingly gestured towards the embarrassed man. Making an arrogant smirk she glanced forward to see what was taking it so long. She couldn’t tell what those men were doing. Some were bracing themselves against the fallen tree the others were starting to stumble on the place weirdly. “Hey! What the fuck are you morons doing there?!” she shouted with full lungs. The tree was about 20 meters away. Katarina was furious and started to approach the men while still shouting. With every step she came closer and so her voice got louder.  “I will make sure you get fire...”hand gesture made her stop and freeze in her tracks as the soldier was already crunched over and looking at her with teary eyes and red face. “Trap… don’t.. come...” he managed to stammer out before collapsing on the ground and cracking his plate armor. Katarina’s eyes went wide. Every single soldier next to the tree had collapsed and were visibly shaking on the ground. Some had foam coming out of their mouths. “It’s a trap...” she whispered to herself. “IT’S A TRAP!” she shouted. Quickly pulled out both daggers and ran back to the caravan. “Quickly secure the perimeter move!” she shouted and 4 guards from behind quickly made a square around the cargo. Coachmen also pulled out their swords and jumped down to accompany Katarina. “Someone who did this is here… watching us...” Katarina whispered. Carefully observing the nearby trees trying to find anything even remotely suspicious. “Come out you cowards!”she shouted and quickly turned around to look at the opposite side.  Air was tense. For 5 minutes Katarina slowly paced around the cargo trying to spot the attacker. So far there was absolutely zero indication that whoever did this was actually there. “Why haven't they revealed themselves yet?” one of the soldiers nervously asked which earned Katarina’s attention. “Maybe it’s not they. Maybe it’s one nutjob, because we are still too many to take on at once...” right after Katarina finished talking she heard a loud groan coming from the opposite side of the carriage.  Quickly running around she saw a guard laying on the ground. Others approached her as she was turning it on the backside. “A dart.” Katarina noted to herself. “We are dealing with an assassin here.”she said and the remaining guards suddenly looked more scared.  Checking the pulse of the fallen soldier she found out there was none. ‘Lethal poison… great’ she thought. In a fracture of a second she felt a slight breeze of wind and a sudden gasp of pain audible just next to her as another soldier got shot. Immediately Katarina’s eyes filled with fury. At least now she knew from which side the attacker was shooting. “I’m coming for you, you piece of shit!” Katarina shouted and with both daggers pulled quickly ran into the forest. Guards were about to follow her but she shouted from behind “No! Remain with the cargo!” she ran fast. Branches hitting her in the face and leaving small scrapes on her heated flesh as she rushed through the dense forest. 10 meters in and she noticed something very short running in a zig-zag pattern away from her. She had no idea who it was but it could very likely be the attacker. “Hey you! Stop right now!”she shouted and with amazing acrobatic skills beat every single bump and fallen tree in the forest as she was closing in on her target. The thing was fast. It was already out of her sight, however she saw it turn left after a bigger density of trees. After 5 seconds she reached the exact spot herself and quickly turned to see nothing but just more forest and trees. She was breathing heavily. Heat, adrenaline and sweat. Everything mixed together. With all the running she must have been a good 100 meters into the forest if not more. With firm grips on her daggers she slowly moved forward. Placing her feet as silently as she could to minimize any sound. Even the smallest amount of noise could be a life or death scenario and as an assassin she knew that. “Who are you? I just want to talk...” she moved and observed the top of the trees as well. She didn’t know what to expect but if that thing was behind the poison and darts then it was very dangerous and she had to be smart about it.  As she slowly paced forward her movement stopped. She saw something weird laying on the ground. Katarina approached it with caution. “What the...” she whispered to herself as she crouched down to observe it closer. It looked like a scaled down version of a rifle of some sort. Sheathing one dagger she picked it up to observe. It was loaded with cartridges. After pulling the magazine out a new wave of anger overwhelmed her. Darts. So this was the same thing that attacked her caravan and killed 8 soldiers so far. Katarina stood up and shouted as loud as she could “Come out you coward! I will skin you alive and your whole family for good measure!” she was hyperventilating.  “Calm down… here I am” a weird and distorted voice responded to her. Quickly she spun around to see her nemesis. It was standing just 5 meters away from her, there was no way she wouldn’t be able to see it before, unless it literally got invisible.  “You… you! ” she angrily growled while pointing her dagger towards him. Meanwhile the little assailant didn’t seem to be intimidated at all. “What now huh? I’ve read about your kind before. You do look small and insignificant...” she attempted to insult.  “No need to be rude...” Teemo replied pretending to be hurt by her words. “You little shit… I will skin you alive. For killing my men for attempting to kill ME! Me!!! The Sinister Blade!” she shouted and stumbled a bit. Her head was exploding. She was so heated and angry. “Why reveal yourself now coward huh? You little shit think you have a chance against me? I will step on you and your bones will crack. You little shit.” she muttered. Teemo let out a distorted laugh and pointed towards his gas mask and gloves. “For the same reason I’m having these on. It prevents me from falling unconscious” and pointed towards the gun she was holding in her hand. “And it’s about time for it to take an effect on you sweetheart...” he mockingly replied. Cold sweat ran down Katarina’s back. She looked at the gun again and it looked a bit blurry to her now. “No...” she murmured and looked at the little yordle in front of her. In her last attempt she tried to stab the little fucker in the head but her legs gave out and she fell face first into the wet forest soil. Her breathing was slowing down and her eyelids got too heavy to keep open. Last thing she saw was yordle approaching her next to her head and giggling annoyingly.  “Sweet dreams...” the last two words became more distant as complete darkness took over and any sound disappeared. Blackout. Without saying a single word Teemo circled his prey. He had to admit it, she looked very pretty. Dangerous, curves in the right places, long ruby hair and that physique. A true athlete one might say. His small hand reached for her neck to check pulse. It was there. Slow, but steady. ‘Good’ he thought and suddenly kicked her stomach - no response.  Satisfied with her condition Teemo unrolled a makeshift cloth stretcher and rolled her unconscious body on it. Securing her in place with ropes a quick groan and the little scout started to pull her.  Teemo wasn’t weak by any means, however that came true for his own race. Katarina was a human female approx 165cm(5’5) tall and almost 3 times his weight so pulling her was an extremely hard thing to do. Thankfully for him the cloth stretcher reduced the friction quite a bit so it was doable. About 20 minutes of maneuvering through the forest and looking for more accessible passages for his ‘package’ he finally arrived at his base camp. It was a nicely secluded area with a small water stream nearby and a cave that sheltered from incoming rain. Letting go of the stretcher he dumped it at the opening of the cave and hid his backpack, including her daggers inside the small cave. Taking off the gas-mask he finally inhaled the forest air. His furry face was soaked with sweat and it felt terrible. Dropping the mask and gloves nearby he went to the small stream to wash hands and give some refreshment to the face. Taking a small sip of the stream water he pleasantly exhaled. It was delicious and cold. A very nice and welcome change between the current climate. Started wiping his hairy face while approaching the cave entrance. Once there he finished and glanced at the woman in front of him. Katarina was still completely out cold. Laying on the stretcher secured and her chest ever so slightly lifting as her lungs were inhaling the warm forest air. Without any further hesitation he walked up to her laying form and sat down next to her head. Small furry hand brushed a strand of ruby hair away from her face. It had gotten slightly muddy due to the fall into the moist forest soil. Teemo slid his hand across her forehead then cheeks slowly trailing downwards to her exposed neck. Undeniable desire was slowly starting to overwhelm him. He had never felt this way towards anyone else but his own race, however something was starting to switch. Possibly it could have been the fact that he was in control, that he was the hunter and she was the prey at his mercy. Or it might be something new, something perverted and primal that caused his blood boil and heart pump the way it had never done before. Quickly pulling a knife from his small boot he put the edge of the blade against her cheek and with slow movement slid it downwards. Not pressing hard enough to draw blood, but definitely leaving a small trail of friction across her body. Passing her slender neck it stopped just at her impressive bust. Pervy grin decorated his face as he took in the nice view in front of him. Her breasts were quite noticeable constrained in a tight leather top. Even for a human her boobs looked amazing and handful, but for the small yordle they were gigantic.  Teemo didn’t bother to look for any strings or latches, instead he used his knife to cut the fabric in the middle. With barbaric cruelty he ripped open her chest piece exposing her cleavage. Letting out a perverted moan he grasped her tits and squeezed them hard. His hands were too small to take them whole so the chunks of them had to do. Katarina slightly stirred at the sudden advance but didn’t awaken. Noticing her movement Teemo picked up the knife again and roughly slapped her across the face. Her lip got busted open but no reaction. He had to make sure otherwise he would end up dead. She was an assassin after all and a very skilled one so he wasn’t going to take any chances. His own safety no longer being a concern the knife was dropped on the grass and Teemo leaned closer to her chest. Slurping sounds emerged as his mouth wrapped around her nipple and he started sucking away.  World around him was drifting away. Mind clouded with sexual cravings and basic instinct. He no longer controlled his own motions; it all happened naturally. Small hand roaming her toned, warm stomach as he kept sucking her tit as a newborn would. What was the meaning of this? Probably even Teemo wouldn’t be able to answer it right now. His mind was a mess and body was filled and pumped with desire to dominate and abuse this woman. Gulping down his own saliva he finally pulled back. Heart was pumping so hard with excitement and adrenaline that he started feeling lightheaded. Animalistic fire in his eyes as he observed her lower body. He had studied the anatomy of different races. Humans were almost identical when it came to procreation. Only difference was the size. Wiping his mouth he picked up the dagger and quickly jumped to her legs. With visible struggle he spread her legs open wide enough to get in between. His small furry hands went to her belt. Excitement grew as he came closer to the ultimate prize. With the belt opened her waistline of the pants got a bit looser, but any attempts to pull them down ended up with failure. Her skin tight leather pants had stuck on her flesh too much with all the sweat and moist climate of the forest that the small yordle simply didn’t have the necessary strength to get them off. Cursing down his breath he took a knife and while holding the waistline of the fabric carefully cut the leather downwards. With almost surgical precision the middle of her leather garment was cut open. Heart skipped a beat as her pussy was revealed to him. Using all his strength he pried the cut fabric open more. Reluctantly but with a tearing sound it gave up putting her mound on full display. Her vagina looked breathtaking. Lips firmly pressed together with a small patch of red hair above them. Her slit was smooth and shaven except for the intended patch on top. Teemo gulped down in anticipation. Leaning closer he pressed his face against the moist lips inhaling their scent. Womanly musk and sweat invaded his already messed up brain as he took his time to sniff and prod the assassin’s tight slit. Getting more impatient with his nose still pressed against her moist and musky privates he quickly started undoing his own pants. The rapidly growing erection had become very unpleasant. With a sigh of relief his relatively small penis sprung free from its containment already releasing pre-cum.  Adrenaline was over the top for the small killer as scent alone would no longer do it. Leaning back a bit from her tight slit he used both hands to pry open her vaginal lips. Revealing smooth and pink opening.  Surging with excitement he dove in to have a taste. His small tongue making a slow and firm lick across her parted lips. Dick painfully spasmed with each wave of new gathered flavor in his mouth. Mix of sweat, sourness and musk would define what he felt, however it still made him crave it more. Her vagina was releasing pheromones and despite being of different race it still had the desired effect. Teemo couldn’t deny that she tasted different than the yordle girls he had slept with, however something about this situation made him lose control. Was it lust? Perhaps the sheer taboo of the whole thing? Most likely all of it together. He couldn’t take it anymore. Removing his salivating mouth from her spread pussy he aligned his painfully hard dick against her slit. Sudden shame washed over his head as he noticed the proportional difference between their genitals. Teemo was above average by yordle standards being around 10cm(3’9) long and proportionally thick. He could make any girl moan but only when it came to his own race. Next to Katarina’s exposed slit it looked inferior and made him challenge his manhood. Shaking his head he grasped her inner thigh. “It doesn’t matter… I’m in control here and she is my bitch!” he almost shouted and with new found ferocity pushed himself inside. There was no resistance. Her vagina gave him full access as his hard rod rapidly penetrated her smooth silken tunnel. Teemo groaned with animalistic pleasure as his yordle dick was defiling this ruby haired beauty. To Teemo’s surprise she was already very wet which in his mind could have only been the hot, moist climate. The drug that was in her system didn’t have any aphrodisiac that would cause this. Even with his small body his strong thrusts made her exposed breasts to bounce which made him even more turned on.  Teemo moaned and gasped as he fucked her as fast and hard as he could. Now with both hands gripping her thighs for leverage to maintain the tempo and strength. Her body was a gift that kept on giving. At first he thought that she might feel loose due to their size difference but once he had done the first full penetration it was amazing that her walls still gripped his cock with a pleasant grip. Katarina’s unconscious body kept shaking as the small assailant was violating her. Teemo was a yordle, but his stamina was still well trained. Like a piston he pounded her vagina, painfully gripping her thighs in the process. She was far from being as tight as yordle girls however the thrill of the hunt and insane taboo of it gave him tremendous energy.  “What is it… you bitch?” he moaned while watching as his yordle prick rapidly disappeared inside her slick human pussy. “With all your arrogance Sinister Blade...” slowing down he pulled out to observe his still rock hard cock soaked in her juices and sweat. “You would probably die of shame alone of being taken by someone like me. Don’t you?” He smirked and quickly plunged back inside.  He could have swore that he saw her mouth open slightly during the rough entry. It could mean that the drug is wearing off so he had to hurry. With a new surge of adrenaline Teemo roughly fucked her. Boobs bouncing like crazy and her head was starting to scrape against the stretcher cloth. That much power this little yordle was packing. All the excitement quickly turned into a very strong desire to finish. “What.. do you.. say..?”Teemo gasped while hyperventilating. “Should I leave a parting gift to you?” he felt as his dick was starting to expand into her now sore pussy. “I will take your silence as a yes!” he moaned and his mind exploded. Pushing himself as deep into her as his size allowed, wave after wave of potent yordle cum left his balls.  Teemo moaned and groaned as he felt his seed being released in her abused well fucked hole. He fell on top of her with his prick still inside breathing rapidly and drenched in sweat.  Her patch of hair pleasantly warming his stomach as he felt a steady flow of seed still being emptied in her wet pussy. As he was regaining his breath he noticed that her own heartbeat had gone faster. Lifting his head he observed her face. She still seemed to be unconscious however a slight tint of red was on her cheeks.  Her body probably still reacted to the intercourse while her mind was not being aware. Regardless, it was time to move. With a groan he slowly lifted himself off of her exposed and warm stomach. His semi-flaccid dick slid out of her fucked pussy with a slick noise. Immediately afterwards a stream of his cum escaped her parted lips and slowly trailed downwards. Staining her pants and thighs in the process. Just as he attempted to clean his dick another idea came into his mind. Quickly he jumped over her spread legs and reached her head. Turning her face towards him he pushed his dick against her mouth. With a small help of his hands he guided his leaking prick inside her mouth. “Oh… fuck...” he moaned as he used her head to push himself deeper into her mouth. With slow movements he made sure that her mouth gathered as much of their combined juices as possible before he pulled out carefully to watch for the teeth and unceremoniously dropped her head back to the stretcher. Afterwards he quickly went after his pants and other equipment. In a minute he had packed everything up and approached her once more. Sight was truly beautiful. She was still lying on the makeshift stretcher head turned to the side. Her ruby colored hair everywhere around her face. Cleavage on full display. Legs spread with the waist area being cut open and her pink pussy having a stream of cum leaked out between the lips. “I could kill you Sinister Blade...” he moved closer and kneeled next to her head while touching her face briefly. “However I think the bigger punishment for you would be to live knowing what happened or at least having suspicion” Teemo smirked and lightly tapped her cheek. Teemo had at least some respect for her so he put her precious daggers next to her on the stretcher. After all she will need them. Who knows who else might find a beauty like this exposed in the forest an easy prey. Completing his suit he finally put his omega squad mask back on. “Till next time - Katarina The Sinister Blade” Teemo laughed in a distorted voice and quickly disappeared out of sight. Approximately 5 minutes later Katarina started to stir. First that returned was her hearing. What at first was a complete silence now turned into a distant bird chirping and the sound of branches moving as wind was pushing them back and forth.   Her eyes started to see light through the lids as she slowly blinked them open. Blurry images started to form shapes and finally the tree tops with open sky were in her view. She was having a massive headache. Not yet fully understanding what was going on she gathered strength to brace herself on her elbows. “What the...” panic suddenly set in as she saw her exposed breasts. It only intensified as she looked further and noticed that her pants had been ruined. “No...” she gasped as her hand moved down to her vagina. It was drenched. Gathering some on her hand she looked at it closer. She was starting to shake as realization hit her.  With a trembling hand she turned it around to see white substance. “It can’t be… no way...” she murmured and yelped in pain as the migraine was attacking again. Her mind was a mess but slowly memories of the previous events started to establish themselves in her head. She remembered that she had chased a yordle in the forest who had attacked her caravan. Then it started to become blurry and she felt the fall. Indescribable anger and humiliation washed over her. There was no other explanation.  “That little shit...” she grunted out the words. “Raped me..” she barely finished before letting out a deafening cry of pure hatred. She was not a common maiden or princess. She was a warrior trained to withstand and also expect various outcomes in the battle, however this was beyond that. Not as much rape, but the humilation factor of it. Katarina was arrogant and held pride into her status. She was one of the most famous Noxus warriors out there. The rape itself didn’t hurt her as much as the fact who did it and what repercussions it might create.  “No one will know this...” she said to herself as she got up and hunched in pain a bit. Her pussy felt sore. Taking a deep breath to switch mind away from just mindlessly screaming in the wild again she walked to the nearby stream and sat down to wash herself. Once clean she returned to the cave. Her daggers were there ‘How fucking genuine’ she thought and put back her leather jacket. It was cut in the middle but she found a way to at least somewhat hold it together. Her pants were a different story. Her front was completely cut and exposed leaving little to imagination. She couldn’t return like this back to the carriage.  Looking around she noticed the stretcher she was laying on before. ‘It will have to do.’ she thought and ripped a fabric from it carefully, folded it and put it over the cut then fixed it with her belt.  Katarina ran back towards the carriage with just one thing in mind - Vengeance.

Chapter 3 - Ashe

Ashe (Freljord Ashe appearance)   Winds were howling as the snowstorm was increasing it’s intensity. Visibility was at most about 10 meters and it didn’t look to be improving any time soon. Deep and heavy breathing mixed with the whistles and menacing wind as slowly but surely step after step the cape covered woman struggled forward. ‘I should’ve waited a bit longer...’ she thought as the deep snow was annoyingly caressing her exposed thighs. It was none other but the Frost Archer herself. Any normal being would’ve been long frozen to death if they were in the same exact conditions for as long as she was, however Ashe was special. Ashe is an Iceborn, member of a warrior caste, gifted with an ancestral connection to the magic of her lands, including a very rare ability to be able to wield True Ice. True Ice is a unique substance that can only be manipulated and controlled by people or beings that are Iceborn. It cannot be melted down and in the hands of those who can wield it grants them extraordinary power. Using her legendary bow made of True Ice she cleaved the snow in front of her. White and golden themed attire nicely blending with the nearby snowy terrain. Her clothes looked very unusual for this kind of cold and rough climate, but this is where her Iceborn blood came into play. Those who have been born with this gift have drastically increased resistance to cold, making them almost completely immune to it. Ashe wore a one-piece dress that ended high above her knees and still managed to show off her impressive bust. Gloves that went up to her elbows and cape that almost majestically covered her back, reaching down to her ankles. And finally her footwear consisted of long, armored boots that went up to her knees with a small piece of white extension for guards to protect her from injuries while not sacrificing too much of her movement, which was extremely vital for a marksman. Everything followed the same exact color-scheme. White base with golden accents across her attire. Her legendary bow that she found in Ghulfrost. Expecting to find Avarosa’s throne and hoard of treasures, she instead stumbled upon this legendary weapon, which was buried within the pile of stones. Even a legendary bow still needs its arrows to shoot and that’s where her iceborn gifts lended a hand. Using her abilities she formed True Ice into long and precise arrows that would be lethal for anyone that would happen to be in their path. With the quiver on her back full of ammunition and with bow in hands used to clear her path she kept moving forward. Ashe was considered to be the leader of several Avarosa’s tribes. After many disputes and fights with the Winter's Claw tribe many independent tribes decided to join her cause. They saw her as one and only leader who would be able to finally unite the whole Freljord under one cause and stand united against outside threats. Even though fragile - there was a peace treaty in place between both tribes so Ashe used this opportunity to go and explore new territories. She was an excellent archer and well trained in combat so being alone wasn’t a concern to her. In addition to her roots to the magic of the land and simply being iceborn already made her a superior being, making any possible threat to her even less significant. After a moment of constant battle with the snow she stopped and exhaled. Weather was slowly starting to clear. Snowstorm no longer obstructed her vision, letting her observe objects in the area. All around her was just plains of white nothingness, however a bit further in the distance she saw rocky shapes. Perfect opportunity to look for shelter. 20 more minutes and the deep snow has been defeated. Ashe took a look around. She had reached some sort of pathway that led into the mountains. Putting her quiver and bow down she sat on the nearby rock. As the heavy wind no longer bothered her vision she flipped back the cape hoodie, revealing her long snow white hair. Reaching her quiver she pulled out a map. Observing the map she pinpointed her approximate location. All the Avarosan villages were marked and so were the enemies. Right now her journey went into the unknown. Unmarked territories that she was not able to find any history traces about. Scenarios could be various. Ashe could stumble upon a neutral village who could use her help and by return they would hopefully make an oath to follow her and be part of Avarosan tribe or reach a village that already has allegiance with Winter's Claw, making the whole situation very awkward not to say more. But Ashe wasn’t afraid, despite the barbaric methods and fighting style of Winter’s Claw, the peace treaty was something they respected and took seriously. Having her energy at least somewhat replenished, Ashe put the map back into her quiver and picking up her bow continued her way into the mountains.     Further into the mountains   In perfect camouflage blending with the snowy terrain the assassin observed the settlement in front of him. Zooming in and out with binoculars at least 20 men were spotted. Clad in thick fur cloaks, armed with swords and some even with pistols. They were sea raiders - pirates essentially operating in the northern side of Runeterra. It was very hard to track them down since they were always on the move, however Teemo was pleasantly surprised that his intel was right by giving him precise coordinates and time during which they would still be found here. It was a contract to kill and retrieve a very special talisman. The person who hired his services most likely was a former pirate himself, possibly even from the same group. Motive could be revenge or perhaps the talisman’s worth was easily high enough to justify killing his former acquaintances. Nevertheless he paid a very hefty sum of gold for this contract so Teemo gladly took it. Their ship was anchored a bit further in the sea where ice couldn’t reach it. On the frozen and lifeless coastline was their camp, consisting of several various sized tents. Looking to the side Teemo noticed that there was also a cave system. Most likely the place where pirates held their treasures and ammunition so it wouldn’t get spoiled by the moisture. Snowstorm was almost completely gone and the skies were starting to clear. Slowly descending snowflakes were the only evidence left of the previous hostile weather. Teemo was developing a plan. It was way too many men to take on at once so he would need to lay traps and eliminate them one by one. The contract was to kill only one of them - the captain and retrieve the talisman that most likely was in his possession, however little did they know that Teemo had plans on his own. Killer instinct was taking over. He won’t stop until all of them are wiped out. Observing the settlement further he saw some men sitting around the fireplace laughing and drinking. Some were actively moving between the tents, occasionally venturing into the caves just to come out with either food or jewelry which almost certainly had been recently stolen. Captain was staying in the largest tent and not moving around much. Others were sparring with their weapons to keep their fighting capabilities sharp or to simply have fun. From the top of the cliff it was very easy to observe their activities, as his size and color matching attire made him almost invisible. Suddenly Teemo’s attention was averted by a quickly running man who immediately halted everyone’s activities. Distance was too long to make out the words he was saying, however afterwards there was a sound, almost like a cheer and suddenly each and every pirate dropped what they were doing and ran to hide in various positions, fully hiding them from the direction of the mountain road.   Current Location Ashe felt like in a labyrinth. Although there was only one real path-way to follow, the mountains on her sides made her feel small and insignificant. After a few more turns she suddenly stopped. Taking out an arrow she put it in the bow ready to shoot. She slowly moved forward with bow in hands as the settlement was starting to reveal itself. “Anyone here?!” she shouted while slowly placing her feet forward, making sure not to trip anywhere or step into any traps. Reaching one of the tents she slowly pried it open and looked inside - empty. Moving further she reached the center of the settlement. Bonfire was still lit and burning with a strong flame. Looking on the ground she saw several footprints scattered every direction possible. Something was not right. She was having a very bad feeling about this. As she moved past the bonfire she saw an opening towards the sea. There was a ship anchored. Almost immediately someone was behind her. “Stop! Don’t shoot!” the man visibly panicked while holding both hands up. Ashe had turned just in time and was aiming at his chest. He had come out of one of the tents and looked very scuffed. Taking a glance at his waist she noticed a knife. “Who are you?!” she shouted while still pointing her deadly bow towards him. Man showing that he meant no harm, stepped back and sat on his knees. “I’m just a farmer… I live here...” he muttered out. Ashe lifted her eyebrow in confusion. “Farmer? Here?” she firmly asked and tensed. “Where are the others?!” she shouted at the man. Suddenly her attention was shifted as slow clapping sounds came from the big tent. Captain slowly revealed himself while looking very entertained. “You’re not farmers. You are bandits!” Ashe shouted and aimed towards the captain. “Step closer and I will kill you!” she shouted while constantly glancing at her sides. She was completely exposed here. Captain’s facial expression slowly changed into disgust. “Have some manners… you little bitch!” he spat with anger. His words shocked the archer as she was not expecting to hear something like that in his situation. As if reading her mind - “Before you do something stupid...” he said and with a small motion of his hand several pirates came out of their covers. Panic was setting in - she was heavily outnumbered. Looking behind even the path she came from was now blocked by 4 massive fur coated brutes with horrific grins on their faces. “You arrive into our territory and that’s how you behave?” he said while pointing towards the man she aimed at before. Taking a quick glimpse she noticed that all the concern in his face was completely washed away. He must have faked it before. Taking a deep breath she spoke - “I’m on a diplomatic mission and I need people to support my cause.” Captain started to chuckle and everyone else followed. “Is that now?” Captain smirked and moved a bit closer to which Ashe immediately readied her bow. “Put that bow away now... or I will order my men to kill you instantly!” he shouted. Ashe with great hesitation ended up lowering it. “That’s my girl.” Smiled the captain. “I’m not your girl! I’m Ashe, the leader of the Avarosa tribe! And you will pay for your crimes!” she shouted back at him. Captain rolled his eyes. “You’re in no position to make orders here.” He said and carefully gestured to his men to advance on her. “At first I thought that we would have some fun with you and then let you be, maybe even leaving you with a small parting gift of an expensive jewelry” he said while crossing his arms. “But now it seems that you need to learn some respect and have your attitude fixed.” Ashe was uneasy she knew where this was going. “You will die before anyone touches me...” she spoke insecurely. “Not likely.” he responded with a grin. “I will enjoy every single minute of fucking your cunt…” he moved closer with lust in his eyes. “You will bear children for me ...” he grinned. Ashe felt like she was going to vomit. “Once I get bored of you, then I will leave you to my men to use you as they please...” Ashe was almost shaking, adrenaline was filling her body. “You will be chained down in our ship and everyone will have a go at you whenever they want. Eventually if none of the crew members are gonna be able to get it up for you, only then we will slit your throat and feed you to the sharks!” shouted the captain. “Although looking at this fine piece of body here... I think sharks won’t be of your concern. Don’t you agree fellas?!” Everyone cheered in ovation. In lightning speed Ashe fired at the Captain, his own reaction speed barely saving him from a lethal hit, however the arrow still pierced his shoulder. Horde of angry roars surrounded Ashe as pirates were running to her. After a quick roll forward she fired a volley of arrows - 3 pirates instantly dead as it pierced through their bodies. In a glimpse of an eye she saw an incoming sword, ducking right at the last moment avoiding the blade and immediately kicked the attacker in his chest making him stumble backwards. They were too many. Noticing possible exit she quickly fired another round of arrows. 4 men collapsed in front of her, giving the option to run out of the circle. “Catch that bitch...”grunted the captain as 2 crew members helped him sit up while attending to his wound. Heart was beating in her throat. She ran past several tents while looking for a place to hide. It was of no use as raiders were close behind her, shouting multiple insulting remarks and threats of how they're gonna take her. Making a sharp turn she ran back, surprising one of the bandits as she impaled him with a sharp ice spike coming right out of her bow and right through his neck. His crew released another wave of shouts and threats behind her, when they passed the now convulsing man in the snow, rapidly bleeding out. Ashe kept running. Taking a quick glance behind, the angry mob was still close-by, she had to think of something else. As she turned her head forward her vision got obstructed by something big, closely followed by intense dull pain. Everything happened in slow-motion. Sudden pain in her head and then view of the clear sky as she felt like her body was denying gravity. Afterwards another dull pain on her back as the air got pushed out of her lungs by heavily colliding with the ground. Eyes were open, she could barely inhale and vision was starting to get blurry. Last thing she saw was a massive brute shaking his fist in the air and several footsteps stopping right behind her, followed by triumphant cheers.   Observing the situation from above as the seemingly unconscious woman was picked up and her body dragged to the cave, it was time for a change of plans. Teemo locked and loaded his rifle - “It’s on” distorted voice stated before the little assassin disappeared from sight.   Headache was simply unbearable, shifting herself to the side a quick conclusion was made. Rattling of chains echoed in the dim lit cave as Ashe tried to move. “What the...” she weakly whispered as her senses slowly came back to her. Memories with lightspeed returned to her brain, playing out the previous scenarios what led her to this point. Panic settled in and Ashe started pulling and twisting her limbs but for no effect. Her wrists and ankles in iron cuffs that had been connected to the cave wall. She was in a standing position with arms above her head and legs slightly spread. Ashe groaned in pain as her sore wrists reminded her of their treatment. While being out her whole body weight must have been hanging on them, causing a very unpleasant soreness. She jerked again. Both her arms and legs could be extended only by a foot from the wall. She had to remain standing otherwise her wrists will get to suffer again. “Wakey… wakey… are we?” a husky voice appeared. Ashe turned her head towards the cave entrance as a big and muscular brute slowly made his way towards her. Eyes widened as the memory of him knocking her out came to her. As if reading her thoughts - “Ah yes… remember me?” pulling higher his sleeve and showing his fist he continued to come closer. “I gotta admit. You have a pretty thick skull.” he chuckled and leaned against the same wall she was chained to. Ashe looked down, at least her clothes were still on. Something positive in this whole horrendous situation. The brute came even closer, stopping right in front of her. “You know… you did quite a number on the captain...” leaning closer he inhaled her neck. “Get off me you dirty pig!” Ashe immediately protested, attempting to headbutt him but chains halted her movement. Her reaction only amused the man more. “I like them feisty...” he whispered and roughly grasped her mouth with his hand. Ashe groaned in pain as muffled sounds came out of her. “Shh...” he whispered to her while maintaining the pressure. “No one yet knows that you’re awake. You don’t want to ruin this moment for us, don’t you?.” While his right hand held her mouth shut his other one started exploring her body. Muffled screams echoed in the cave as the brute was groping her breasts through the fabric. “Damn nice...” he whispered lustly as his hand started tracing downwards. Screams turned into whimpers as his hand reached her waist. “Shut up will ya?!” he shouted in her face. “You want others to join the fun already?” Ashe shook her head to which the brute nodded and more firmly pressed his palm against her mouth. “Then shut the fuck up… and don’t struggle” his words mixed with sexual desire as his hand went lower. Ashe tensed as his fingers made contact with her exposed skin. She was breathing raggedly as his hand squeezed her rear. “So nice and firm...” he mumbled to himself while kneading and groping her ample butt. She pictured herself somewhere else far away, that was her method of coping with this situation. Her meditation session was cut short as she felt his hand between legs. Ashe started to struggle as his hand was sliding up and down underneath her skirt. Dangerously close to her most sacred place. As if catching up on her agony the brute roughly grasped her covered pussy, a shockwave of humiliation washed through her body. “You naughty bitch… already wet for me huh?” he smirked while his hand was roughly groping her between the legs. Tears ran down her eyes of the hopeless situation she was in. Deep down she knew how this is going to play out. Even if somehow she would manage to survive her mind might never be able to recover from it. Ashe has never been in this situation before. She is a fighter, an outstanding archer. With her legendary bow she is practically undefeatable. Never in her life she had felt this powerless and doomed. Slowly the realism of the situation seeped in and her mind was slowly sending her away. The captors sexual commentaries became more distant as her panties were pulled lower. Biting her lip in sudden intrusion of her body and then the disappointment in her captors voice realizing that she wasn’t wet, but the damp state of her underwear was due to temperature difference and sweat instead. “Whatever… I will make you wet on my own.” grunted the brute while forcing his finger inside her dry passage. Meanwhile Ashe was looking away from the scene with complete emptiness in her eyes. Chains rattling as soreness between her legs was growing. As quickly as the assault started it suddenly ended. Ashe’s mind started to return as she felt the soreness going away and her skirt getting fixed, concealing the underwear. “Help! Heeelp...” someone shouted as frantic steps were audible coming closer. Ashe was still drifting between both worlds, although managed to eavesdrop on what was happening. “Ey, what’s going on?” the brute that was abusing her asked. The pirate that arrived was visibly out of breath and his eyes looked beyond frightened. “S..something is happening...” he hyperventilated. The abuser stepped away from his chained hostage. “What is happening? Speak normal language for fucks sake!” he shouted in fury. Being interrupted from much more pleasant activities it really got on his nerves. “Everyone is dropping dead, it's like...” the pirate was not able to finish his sentence before collapsing to the cave floor. The abuser immediately ran towards his fallen mate. Crouching down he noticed a dart sticking out of his neck - “What the actual fu...” pirate looked up, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Something very short, but human-like was slowly marching towards him. It was clad in some kind of white suit and wore a gas mask. In his hands a miniature rifle. “Wha… is that your doing?!” shouted the pirate. Their size difference had to be comical. The human was built like a tank, at height of 193cm(6’3) and pure muscle while the little assassin was merely 81cm(2’8). Teemo halted its movement just about 5 meters away from the pirate. “All your crew-members are dead. I suggest you cooperate or you will experience the same fate” serious and distorted voice spoke. The pirate’s brain froze. He was trying to compute everything that the thing was saying and whether or not to even believe his words. “I don’t think so… you little shit!” shouted the pirate and immediately rushed towards the intruder. In lightning speed Teemo aimed his rifle towards the pirate and fired away. “Aghhh!!! Fuck!!!” shouted the sailor as the dart hit him straight in the eye. He stumbled on place a bit then let out another deafening scream as he pulled the dart out. “You’re so dead you little fuck!” he shouted and tried to kick the assaulter, but Teemo was faster and with amazing acrobatic skills dodged his attempt. Meanwhile Ashe was having a front row seat to all of this unfolding. Similarly to the pirate she was trying to understand who that little creature was. Human was starting to breathe rapidly, something was happening to him. He turned around to watch where the thing went. His vision was becoming unclear and a strong headache came onto him that only became more intense by seconds. Finally being able to determine the shape of the creature he slowly stumbled towards it. “I… will… skin” was his final words before he dropped to his knees. As if adding insult to injury - Teemo walked up to him. While on his knees he was still much taller than his attacker - “I don’t like being insulted” he replied in a monotone tone. Ashe gasped in shock as she saw the creature pulling out a knife and with intense brutality stabbing the pirate in his other eye. Small burst of blood escaped the wound as the knife was removed and then pushed the pirate, making him fall backwards. He was dead instantly. A complete silence spread in the cave besides the rapid breathing of the hostage. Teemo cleaned off the bloody knife and put it back into his boot. Then he finally turned towards the chained woman. She was also much taller than him in comparison, being at 175cm(5’9) she had a slender, yet fit body. Due to rough climate and constant running her thighs were especially trained and toned. Strong arms and shoulders result of constant shooting with the bow. Her whole body was fit. “Please… please don’t hurt me” she begged. To which Teemo removed his mask. Ashe’s eyes went wide. She did not expect him to look like that. His face was all furry, he almost looked like a fur ball of some sort. His surprisingly cute features made her forget the seriousness of the situation and Teemo noticed that. Making a grunt of disapproval he spoke. “What’s your name human?” he spoke almost with no emotion whatsoever. Ashe was taken aback by his straightforward mention of her race. “I’m Ashe. The leader of the Avarosa tribe” she spoke. Teemo observed her chained form. A familiar urge was starting to appear again and this time it grew faster. Shaking his head clear he replied - “Yes. I’ve heard of you frost archer” he stated while checking out the cave for any hidden goods. Ashe followed his movement. “That over there is my bow” she pointed with her head towards the dark corner. Teemo looked at her direction and followed the clues. In a few moments the little assassin pulled it out and brought it a bit closer to her. Bow was gigantic in comparison, he definitely wouldn’t be able to use it. “Very interesting weapon” he observed it. “Please release me. I know you came for different reasons” Ashe spoke with a hope in her voice. Teemo’s thoughts were interrupted and he looked at the frost archer. “About that...” he spoke and put the bow away, then approached the chained woman. Upon realizing the height and position of the assassin it made her uncomfortable. He could almost see under her skirt. “I will set you free if you do one thing for me” Ashe felt like rock just got removed from her chest. Suddenly all the pain and humiliation got washed away. “Avarosa be praised...” she spoke with tears of happiness in her eyes. “Whatever you wish,” she continued. To which Teemo chuckled - “I want to see you naked.” he stated and Ashe’s happiness quickly turned into confusion and terror. She started shaking her head. “I can’t do it… you can’t ask me for that...” she silently whispered. Teemo lifted his eyebrow. Suddenly another surge of lust and anger took him over. “By all means! Stay chained here, I will make sure that someone finds you and unchains you… before they have gotten their way with you” Ashe’s mind went through the already familiar terror and she swallowed. “Fine...” she spoke silently. Teemo pretended as if he didn’t hear - “Louder please!” he increased his voice. “I’ll do it!” Ashe shouted back, earning an approving nod from the little yordle he went to the corpse and checked its pockets. As expected the keys to her cuffs were there. Picking them up he went to the chained woman and quickly unlocked her ankles. ‘Wrists will be a problem’ he thought while looking upwards. Scratching his head - “I need to climb you” he spoke, causing Ashe to blink in confusion. Looking down at the little assassin - “I’m sorry?” she responded, making Teemo groan. “I’m short, ok?! I can’t reach your wrists...” Ashe instantly understood his issue and nodded. With a quick jump he hugged her waist and slowly urged himself higher. Ashe was close to blushing, it was beyond embarrassing and weird. Looking sideways she felt his suit pressing against her face. Few clicking noises and her hands were free. Jumping off in a moment Teemo picked up his rifle. Ashe used the opportunity to rub her sore wrists, they hurt badly. As she started to reach for her bow on the floor, a sudden whistle stopped her in place. Taking a glance at the Teemo she saw his rifle directly pointed at her. “What are you doing?” she asked in surprise. Teemo tapped finger on his furry head. “Do you really take me for an idiot, woman?” He spoke with a stern and serious tone. “Step away from the bow, now!” he commanded. Ashe gulped and with raised hands slowly did as she was told to. “You won’t be taking your weapon before you do your part of the deal. Otherwise what guarantee I have that you won’t try to escape or even attack me?” Teemo spoke while holding a precise aim at her chest. Ashe shook her head. “No… I’m a woman of my word I wouldn’t have tried any...'' before she could finish Teemo interrupted - “Cut the crap! I don’t trust you! Now...” he pointed at the empty place on the ground - “Sit down and remove your clothes.” After a moment of hesitation Ashe followed his command. While closely observing the little yordle in front of her she slowly sat down on her legs. Teemo’s urge was increasing, being in command and ordering around this Freljord beauty was giving him a bigger thrill than what he had done to Katarina. “Show me your breasts.” he pointed the gun towards her chest area. Ashe deeply exhaled. Her hands reluctantly went up to her shoulders and slowly pushed the dress downwards. Teemo’s eyes went wide and another spark of lust clouded his mind as her ample, pearl white boobs were revealed. Ashe was too embarrassed instead she looked sideways. Meanwhile Teemo felt his erection growing. Her boobs were absolutely gorgeous, light pink nipples just inviting him to have a taste and perhaps even more. When it came to size he was convinced that even though Katarina was packing a very nice bust, Ashe’s boobs had to be bigger. “Are you done yet?” Ashe stammered out, interrupting Teemo’s fantasy. Fixing his posture and the aim of the rifle he responded - “Spread your legs now.” he commanded. Ashe covered her breasts, but didn’t move afterwards. “Spread your legs woman!” He shouted to which Ashe finally looked him in the eyes. “Why are you doing this? Please… ” she begged. Teemo was losing patience. Her hurt jumped as his rifle went off just barely missing her neck. “Next time it will not miss...” he responded in a low and almost growling voice. Making eye contact with him once more she slowly nodded and with shaky hands moved them behind her to lean on her elbows. After a short moment of hesitation she finally parted her legs. Teemo’s heart skipped a beat as everything underneath her white and golden skirt was on full display in front of him. Ashe immediately averted her sight, not being able to look at his intrigued expression while being in such an uncomfortable and shameful position. With her thick thighs parted he saw her white colored panties. They tightly covered her mound, leaving little for imagination. Gulping down saliva in excitement he slowly came closer. Stopping so close-by that if he reached for her he would be able to touch. “What are you doing?” Ashe felt panic rising as she saw the little yordle standing between her spread legs. “Shut up will you?!” Teemo responded with anger and annoyance in his tone. “I want to see it closer, that’s all...” he responded with his eyes still fixated on the treasure beneath. Hearing Ashe exhale he continued - “Push them aside...” he barely got the words out. His brain was swimming in lust. Ashe hesitated again, but remembering how it could end eventually gave in. After a deep breath she slowly laid down on her back. With him still between her parted legs her hands went down to her skirt. Teemo gulped as her hands gently pushed the fabric to the side. Tight and pink slit got revealed almost at his face. Biggest difference that he already noticed was that unlike Katarina she had a nice patch of white hair down there, exactly matching her head. Her lips looked a bit different, more narrow which could be the cause of low temperature. Nevertheless his mind was overwhelmed. Meanwhile Ashe kept holding the fabric aside. Face almost red from the compromising position she was in. In her mind this was still a better scenario than being gang-raped by 20+ men just to be killed in the end so with that calming her mind it was much easier to bear this. Her thoughts got interrupted as she started to feel something warm at her entrance. “What the hell?!” she shouted and rapidly pushed herself away. Teemo’s mouth was slightly open. He was about to lick her. “There was no deal about touching!” she shouted in panic with legs firmly closed. It made Teemo groan and once more he aimed his rifle at her - “Do what I say or I will kill you…” Ashe had no choice. She had to come up with some kind of plan. To Teemo’s surprise her facial expression became unreadable and emotionless. Without saying a word she laid back down. He was mind boggled as this time she spread her legs even further apart and with her fingers pulling the vaginal lips open. Teemo had no idea what was going on. Out of blue she was acting like a complete slut by fully presenting herself to him. Filled with lust he immediately pressed his face against her open pussy. Ashe slightly jerked upon contact but remained calm. Tongue immediately went inside trying to retrieve as much of her taste as possible. Her breathing became heavy but steady. With closed eyes she kept biting on her lip in an attempt to keep herself under control. It didn’t feel good at all, if anything it felt like the yordle was just trying to sate his perverted urges. Ashe groaned slightly as his tongue got too harsh on her clit doing a sharp pain. Anger and humiliation slowly started to overwhelm her. She just had to hold on a bit longer for his guard to be completely down. Ever so slowly and unnoticeably she started to retract her hands from her opening as the yordle’s hairy face was firmly pressed against her lips while eating her out. Putting her palms on both sides of her head she concentrated. Meanwhile Teemo’s mind was completely clouded by the taste and smell of her vagina. His brain was on fire and he couldn’t think straight anymore. Her rich, primal, musky aroma peaked his lust. With a mouthful of her taste he let out an animalistic grunt. Ashe’s heart jumped. It was almost the time. Blunt sound of the rifle hitting the floor closely followed by the sound of belt buckle was her signal. Just as she felt something warm and firm pressing against her wet slit she moved at a lightning speed and jumped right back up. Everything happened so fast. Next thing that Teemo saw was a giant, golden, metal plated boot colliding with his face, sending him flying across the cave and crashing against the wall. Ashe’s heartbeat was insane, she quickly ran to pick up her bow. Searching nearby she caught a glimpse of her arrows as well. In a second she loaded one in her weapon but just as she was about to turn and face the little pervert, she grunted in pain. Looking downwards at her thigh there was the all too familiar dart sticking out of her. Her sight travelled further, seeing Teemo laying on the floor, spitting out blood with a rifle in his hands. “You… fucking… bitch...” he groaned in pain while using his rifle as leverage to stand up. Meanwhile Ashe started to feel weird. There was no time to waste anymore, she had to act quick. She weakly raised the bow towards her target and fired a shot. Arrow dropped on the ground just a couple of feet away from her. Ashe looked at her hand in horror. She had almost no drawing power left. “What did you do to me…?” she stammered, feeling that her legs were giving out. Spitting out more blood he replied - “Special mixture for you...” he grunted and limped a bit closer. Noticing her concern he laughed while holding his hurting stomach - “It’s not the same one that killed the pirates… but after I’m done with you… You will wish it was...” an evil grin appeared on his furry face. Ashe collapsed. First on her knees then on the side. “I… I can’t move...” she panicked. Teemo approached her face to look into her eyes. “Damn right you can’t… and the best part?” he said to her while leaning closer. “You will feel EVERYTHING” he screamed the last part in her face and started laughing maniacally. Tears started to run down her face as Teemo proved his point by poking her body in various places. Her thigh, by removing the dart, face, stomach, even slapping her head. It felt like everything was normal, however she couldn’t move her limbs at all. “Ah… I love this part...” Teemo said with deep satisfaction while roughly pushing the archer on her back. “Please… don’t...” she begged as Teemo was moving her legs apart. “Please stop, I’m sorry!” she shouted in desperation as her panties were pulled aside once more. “I know you are” he replied with smugness while rubbing his already painfully erected dick against her damp slit. Ashe started to whimper as she felt her folds being parted. “Oh… fuck...” Teemo moaned as his dick fully slid inside. To her surprise it didn’t hurt as much as she had expected. His previous activities of eating her out had made her insides more slippery and his equipment definitely wasn’t among the big ones. The same however couldn’t be said about her mental state. Her body, despite being forcibly taken, felt tolerable in comparison to her spirit and pride. Ashe was sinking in the sea of humiliation and shame as the little yordle continued to abuse her. She was a leader and a hero to the Avarosa clan, the one and only who was meant to unite the Freljord under one banner to stand against the foes of the outer world. Ashe wasn’t known for her ego, but this truly hurt her. Being reduced to nothing but a fuck-meat to some perverted yordle whos size and appearance could easily be mistaken by a 5 year old human child. Meanwhile Teemo was swimming in pleasure. His dick recklessly plowing the frost archers vagina, facing no obstacles whatsoever. Groaning in carnal pleasure as her silky smooth walls wrapped gently around his invading member, Ashe closed her teary eyes and tried her best to send herself away. ‘It’s just a bad dream… just a dream....’ she kept chanting in her mind. Constant feeling of her vagina being penetrated, loud moans and grunts made the task almost impossible. Noticing the sudden silence Teemo pinched her clit, causing the archer to scream in pain - “What’s the matter..?” he grunted while increasing the intensity of his thrusts, “You were so talkative… before… aah...” he moaned as another surge of pleasure arrived from his dick. “Go to hell...” Ashe whispered, barely holding in the cry. Her response made Teemo halt and he pulled out from her freshly fucked hole. Coming around he stopped just before her face. Ashe saw his erected dick and vibed in disgust. Teemo pushed his cock against her cheeks making her groan in displeasure as it left trails of wetness on her skin. “Who would have thought that someone so powerful like you would be reduced to this?” he smirked while enjoying Ashe’s agony. “Is that what you are doing huh?” she spoke with hate in her words. Looking straight into his eyes - “Raping human women when they cannot fight back?” she continued. Teemo smirked and leaned closer to her ear. “As a matter of fact I do, gotta say you people could be tighter for my tastes” Teemo giggled causing Ashe to burst out in laughter. “Tighter? Your prick is so small that I feel like being fucked by an infant!” The line wiped all the smugness from his face. *smack* Ashe grunted as he slapped her across the face. “You will respect me!” he shouted and went back between her legs. Not knowing what to expect Ashe suddenly screamed in pain. Intense soreness radiated from her vagina as something much larger was being pushed inside. “Nooo!!! Stop!!!” she shouted, almost losing her voice as Teemo was using his whole hand while ravaging her tight opening. “Is this small now, bitch?” He grunted as his hand was going in up to the elbow while slowly getting soaked in her juices. Each thrust reached her cervix, causing her intense pain and soreness. As she was starting to gag on her own saliva he finally pulled out. Her pussy looked redder than before and her violated entry was stretched and gaping. Rapid breathing echoed in the room as she was in the middle of a shock. Noticing that he might have gone a bit too far Teemo went up to his backpack and started digging. Ashe wasn’t saying a word, just staring at the ceiling her mind was completely blank. Her pussy was on fire. Her body twitched as something cold started to drop on her crotch. “Healing potion...” Teemo responded and gathered some on his fingers. Ashe hissed as the sore pussy was penetrated once more. This time not for long as the invasion was soon over and her body was becoming warmer. She couldn’t believe how all the soreness rapidly disappeared. After 20 seconds she felt like nothing had happened to her. “Now with that out of the way...” he assumed the position. “Don’t piss me off ever again...” he said and pushed. Ashe gasped as his dick once more went inside. Parting the lips and sliding deeper into her tunnel. The pain from before was gone completely, but the humiliation remained. At this point she was begging for him to end sooner. This nightmare was too much for her to bear. Meanwhile Teemo was in an endless state of ecstasy as her welcoming pussy was servicing his yordle prick. The warmth, moistness and silky texture was the holy trinity of his pleasure. If there was one single thing Ashe could admire about the little shit bag it was his stamina. She could swear it was like 15 minutes without a break of him pounding her. It was embarrassing to her that due to intense and long intercourse her body had started producing fluids, causing her vagina to remain smooth and accessible. Teemo’s peak was approaching. Little yordle increased the speed as his dick started to expand inside her tight walls. Barely audible moans escaped Ashe’s lips as it actually started to feel good for her, but quickly her mood switched to horror as she felt something warm pouring inside of her. Teemo was gasping for air as he had collapsed on her waist. His dick still inside, occasionally releasing more cum with each wave of pulsation. Her chest was lifting fast as her mind was trying to comprehend what happened. After regaining some breath the yordle slowly pulled out. Admiring the sight as his cum was running down her lips staining the backside of her dress and the ground. Gathering his footing he got up to her head. Ashe’s stare was right at the ceiling, she didn’t say a word or move upon hearing Teemo’s approach. “Sorry about the dress” Teemo chuckled while wiping his dick against her still clothed chest. “That reminds me...” he continued and pulled down her dress, revealing her breasts once more. Ashe finally blinked and hissed in pain as Teemo started sucking her nipple. While his mouth was occupied with one breast the other one received attention from his small hands as he kept kneading and groping the ample flesh. After a minute of abusing her chest he finally looked down at her - “Don’t be so sad. What happens - happens” he said and went back to dress himself. As he finished with cleaning himself and putting on the suit he approached her once more. “I know you probably want to see me dead or what not. But keep in mind one important thing.” he said and sat very close to her head leaning over - “Because of me you escaped much worse fate and sometimes you need to get burned in life to avoid hell pit” tapping her gently on shoulder he walked away. Ashe felt as her legs were being pushed closer together, concealing her defilement and mess. Soon enough her bow was put next to her alongside the quiver with arrows. “I will be on my way sweetheart.” he said and picked up his backpack. Turning back at her - “Oh yes, completely forgot.” he cracked a laugh and quickly took out another potion. Approaching her face she looked at him in the eyes and quickly turned her head away. Teemo groaned. “It’s an antidote… otherwise you could remain like this for days and who knows what kind of creatures lurk here...” he responded to which Ashe turned her head back to look at him. Teemo rolled his eyes - “Don’t you think that if I intended to kill you I would just slit your throat?” he spoke irritated. He had a point. Ashe saw with her own eyes how mercilessly he killed the pirate - pushing his knife straight through his eye-socket. Her mouth parted and Teemo gently poured the liquid in. Making sure she is not gonna choke he carefully emptied the vial and threw the bottle away. “It works fast so I better go.” he smirked and quickly marched to the exit. “Oh and by the way. Consider all the gold and jewels in this settlement yours to keep! Consider it a gift!” his voice echoed in the cave before disappearing completely. For 5 more minutes Ashe simply laid there. Her brain was mixed with emotions. Despite the horrible thing she went through, there was no denial. ‘That little piece of shit was right’ she thought. And randomly moved her arm. Noticing that her body was fully functional again she slowly sat up. She had to focus on the positives. She was alive and well… 20 men didn’t go through her. Those were the only calming factors she was feeling. Taking a deep breath she stood up. Her attire was a mess and some liquids were still leaking out of her. Reaching the slowly rotting corpse of the bandit she ripped away some of the fabric to clean herself. After it was done she fixed her attire by putting her panties back in place and pulled up her dress to conceal her exposed breasts. Picking up her weapon she exited the cave. Winds were howling in her face as she witnessed the massacre unfolding in front of her. She saw the corpses of men who she herself had killed while running away, however there were many others that Teemo had killed. It looked like a mass-graveyard. Moving to the side she explored another cave which left her stunned. It was filled with piles of various riches and weapons. She finally found the bright side in all of this ‘This will definitely be more than enough to make my clan stronger and gain new followers’ she thought and looked at the sky. “Avarosa be praised...” she whispered.

Chapter 4 - Advances

Right after the events of Broken Shore. The king is dead. Horde seemingly had betrayed the Alliance by abandoning them during the vicious battle against the Legion invasion. The already fragile bond between both factions have been torn to pieces. A new hatred towards Horde has flourished as the betrayal on the battlefield and the loss of their beloved king has left every Alliance member completely shattered. Jaina proudmoore x Anduin Wrynn Stormwind Keep (the garden) - the ceremony. “I… I can’t believe this...” Anduin barely held back his tears as his dear aunt held him close to her body. His father - King Varian Wrynn, the leader of the Alliance, had died on the battlefield. Not by any kind of death, but by sacrificing his own life so remaining Alliance soldiers would be able to escape the clutches of the Gul’dan’s commanded Legion. Anduin averted his eyes as the now deceased king’s coffin reached its destination and halted in front of thousands of members of the Alliance. Every race leader was there, showing respect and giving their last farewell to their king. Tyrande Whisperwind - the leader of night elves and High priestess of Darnassus. Velen - the leader of draenei and ruler of Exodar. Muradin Bronzebeard - the leader of dwarfs and ruler of Ironforge. Genn Greymane - the king of Gilneas. Everyone was paying respects by holding their heads down towards the king's coffin. Behind the leaders were the civilians. Various races next to each other collectively grieved for their king.  “It’s alright. I’m here for you.” whispered Jaina as her grip on the young king strengthened. Jaina Proudmoore the archmage of Alliance and the leader of Theramore was a very close friend to King Varian. They fought in battles together, tracing back as long even when Anduin was just a little boy and the whole world still seemed so innocent to him.  Feeling her own tear run down the cheek she gently wiped it away while keeping her posture. She took the loss of Varian very deeply. For the sake of Anduin she had to remain strong and not show any weakness. He was the new king of Stormwind, even though the coronation ceremony hasn’t happened yet, he was the one and only heir to the throne.  Jaina firmly held him in front of her, being almost a head taller than the young boy. She was grieving for her friend, but also her heart felt heavy knowing what huge weight the young king will have to bear. Anduin was barely 18 years old so he wasn’t a child anymore by any stretch of imagination, however no person in his age should ever be forced to carry such a heavy burden.  It would be a long and difficult road for Anduin to fill his fathers shoes. His father was a great warrior and had earned everyone’s admiration by the showcase of his skills and diplomatic decisions. Anduin on the other hand wasn’t even a warrior. He was brought up as a priest. Being the son of the High King of the Alliance he was tutored on weapon combat, however it has been years ago and even then he didn’t take it seriously. His goal was to become a priest and his father accepted his decision.  No one would have ever guessed how it would have turned out.  Jaina wasn’t Anduin’s real aunt, but because of her strong relationship with his father she was granted this role. After the death of his father’s wife - Tiffin, Anduin needed a mother figure that would watch out for him during his years of growing up and Jaina did exactly that. Being 38 years old she easily qualified for the role. She remembered how they both spent time together, playing various games and how amazed the young Anduin was by Jaina’s conjured water elementals that were forming various shapes and sizes and sprinkling the water everywhere.  Jaina smiled as the memories played in her head. Those events happened more than 10 years ago. A lot have changed since then.  Anduin wasn't a little boy anymore. He was becoming a man, a man who would need to lead the entire Alliance of various races in the battle against Legion and also the long standing enemies - the Horde. Sudden hatred overwhelmed Jaina as the warchief came into her mind. ‘Horde will pay for this. I will make them suffer...’ she thought. It was no secret that Jaina was in huge opposition of teaming up with Horde to fight the Legion. Ever since Thrall no longer was the warchief of the Horde, in her mind they couldn’t be trusted.  She did her best to convince Varian otherwise, however his will was not shakable. He did what he thought was right for the entire humanity and every living person on Azeroth. Legion indeed was a threat to both factions to Horde and to Alliance. At the time it made sense to unite against a common enemy, however even Jaina did not expect that Sylvanas could do something like that. Her thoughts were interrupted as Anduin pushed himself away from her embrace. Ceremony had ended and Anduin without saying a word, marched back to the castle. “Anduin...” she hesitantly spoke after him, but didn’t receive any response. Biting her lip in sorrow she looked at the nearby leaders who had noticed the situation and respectively nodded to her. After a moment she turned around and followed the young king into the castle. Stormwind Keep (Anduin’s chambers) Upon entering the room, Anduin immediately fell down on his knees and cried out. All his restraints were gone and like a massive tsunami the emotions washed him away.  Meanwhile Jaina was standing outside the door. Her heart sank hearing the young king in such pain. Motioning to the guards they immediately left the area, leaving the archmage and Anduin alone. After 5 minutes the sound had died down and Jaina decided to proceed.  *knock*, *knock*. She nervously tapped on the door, waiting for any response whatsoever. After no answer came, she spoke - “Anduin… it’s me - Jaina. Can I come in?”. For a while there was no sound, but suddenly a reply came. “It’s open.” Jaina slowly opened the door. Anduin was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking through the window. Exhaling she slowly entered the room and closed the door behind her, locking it.  “Can I sit down?” she softly asked while pointing to the spot next to him. Anduin took a glance at her. His heart skipped a beat. Instead of her normal battle attire, she was wearing the same color scheme but, long white dress that went down to her boots. It had various blue and golden accents to it. Making her look completely gorgeous. Noticing Anduin’s prolonged stare she smiled. “I know you’ve used to see me in my combat attire, but all the armor and extra plating is really uncomfortable to wear.” she pointed towards the bed once more and Anduin quickly nodded. “I hope you don’t mind?” she asked, but Anduin almost instantly shook his head. Warm smile appeared on her face and she sat down next to the young king, crossing her legs and smoothing out the fabric of her dress. “Anduin.” she spoke and gently put her hand on his shoulder. Feeling her touch made him twitch in surprise, but he didn’t have any objections. “I understand what you are going through...” she spoke while gently caressing his back. Anduin felt emotions surfacing again. “We all loved him. He was a very close friend...” she stopped. It was very hard on her. Sitting down with his son who will need to become the new king of Alliance was just so hard to bear.  Meanwhile Anduin wasn’t saying a thing, his eyes were locked on the window that let through the warm light, trying to lit up the already dim and sorrow filled room.  “But you will manage… we will manage.” she spoke while looking with empathy at the boy. Something snapped in him and he quickly jumped off the bed. “Manage? Manage?!” he started to shout. Jaina’s eyes were in shock seeing the boy suddenly so hysteric.  “I can’t do this! I’m not fit to be the king.. I… I can’t...” he stammered and collapsed on the floor. “Anduin!” Jaina shouted in fear as he was shaking in front of her. In seconds she was next to him on the floor and held his head in her lap. He was having a panic attack. Which was completely understandable, considering the situation he was in. It was way too much to handle. His head was a mess and he was very close to losing his mind. “Shh...” she whispered while gently caressing his face. Anduin’s heart was racing like crazy, he could feel the beats in his throat, but whatever Jaina was doing actually started to help. Slowly his mind began to be soothed by her warm body and her fingers on his face. “Help me out a bit. You need to lay in bed.” she spoke and took his hand. Anduin helped her out as much as he could and with collective effort his body finally felt the softness of the mattress.  “I… I will come back when you feel better...” she whispered, but halted her movement as his hand took her wrist. Anduin gulped. “No… please stay with me. I have no one...” his words gutted her. With a slow nod she sat back down. To her surprise Anduin put his head back into her lap and hugged her.  Jaina did not expect this kind of advance, but didn’t object. His soul and body was shattered.  Returning the hug they kept the position for a while. Anduin’s head was a mess. His brain couldn’t even compute the events that had happened so far. All he could focus on was here and now.  The silky material of her dress was gently touching his face as the warmth from her soft thighs seeped into his flesh. He remembered this. When he was little, this was often how he coped with sorrow and emotional pain. Aunt Jaina would soothe him like this, making him feel safe and protected.  Something was different. Anduin wasn’t entirely sure what exactly, but something felt different. There was something else, something new that he had never paid attention to many years ago.  After inhaling deeper it finally struck him. Her scent. She smelled good, not any good, but like a woman. Immediately his cheeks were reddening and shameful thoughts overwhelmed the young king. Jaina didn’t seem to notice anything as she continued to gently stroke his back of the head, however Anduin couldn’t hide from his thoughts anymore. As he was growing up, his interest in girls had also increased. However, being part of the royal family had its toll. His urges were halted by the busy schedule of his teachings and constant monitoring by his parents and guards that barely gave him any privacy whatsoever. His contact with other people was also limited as only on rare occasions he would be allowed to leave the castle to walk among the common folk and even then closely followed by a dozen of his personal bodyguards so technically he couldn’t experience his teenage years at all. Now everything returned to his head at once, making him feel dizzy. Anduin knew that it was wrong to see Jaina this way. A woman who basically replaced his mother during the years of growing up. Developing a desire for her was beyond wrong, but his instincts said otherwise. He was a virgin, which didn’t help his case at all. All the emotions, pain, humiliation and shame, all stirred together in the cauldron which also had lust and desire within. It was crazy. Desire was starting to cloud his mind. He felt himself stiffen in pants as he kept inhaling her aroma. Being virgin didn’t mean that he didn’t know the human body. He knew female anatomy very well, the idea of being so close to her privates just turned him on even more. Anduin started to move a bit in her lap. Jaina looked down, but said nothing. It seemed that he was just trying to find a more comfortable position for his head, however Anduin specifically intended to push his luck further.  He moved himself a bit away from her waist just to press his face downwards into her thigh gap. Her dress not being too tight on her form gave in to his advance.  Jaina jumped slightly as she felt his face being pressed against the edge of her panties. Anduin inaudibly inhaled. Heart skipping a beat as he caught a whiff of something more. Instantly his pants became even tighter as he was certain that the new, musky scent was coming from her pussy. Jaina didn’t suspect any malicious intent, however it felt very inappropriate that the young boy’s nose was almost poking her in-between her legs so she tried to push him away slightly.  Any attempt however was met with a seemingly innocent resistance as Anduin’s hands just kept hugging her firmly.  “Anduin...” she whispered while constantly feeling his face on the edge of her crotch. The young king did not hear her, instead he became more bold and more blatantly brushed his nose against the fabric. Doubts found their way into her head as the situation was starting to look very weird. “Anduin.”she stated louder now, with increased strength trying to push herself away from the young teen, but failing to do so. His grip on her remained strong as his mind was elsewhere. “Stop!” she shouted and with a loud thud the boy fell out of the bed. Dread filled the eyes of the archmage as she was observing him. Anduin seemed confused, but refused to make eye contact. “What are you doing?!” she shouted at the young king as he was bracing himself on the cold floor. Anduin’s breathing was heavy. He finally looked up to her, cheeks red and full of shame as her vicious looking eyes pierced him.  “I...” he stammered, but couldn’t continue. Jaina looked away, trying to understand what had just happened. Her hands firmly clenching the bed she was sitting on. It was hard to wrap her mind around this. She was an intelligent woman, there was no doubt in her mind anymore about what the boy was attempting to do.  Situation was beyond awkward. Jaina had no idea what to say or how to even feel. She couldn’t comprehend that this person, who felt almost like a son to her, was taking advantage of her in this kind of way.  It was not what she had remembered and pictured him to be. The young, innocent boy was no more. It was intentional.  Anduin’s heart sank seeing Jaina. Her eyes were still fixed on the side of the wall. Fingers visibly moved as she was clenching and unclenching them on the edge of the bed.  “Jaina… I’m sorry...” he whispered while slowly moving to sitting position on the floor. Jaina did not say anything, but shook her head instead. “This never happened.” she spoke silently and stood up from the bed while smoothing out her dress, still refusing to look at him. Her mind was filled with emotions like shame, betrayal, even hurt. “I will find someone to watch over you.” she spoke in monotone and started to move towards the doors. Just as she was about to unlock them, a sudden grunt escaped her lips as her backside crashed against the nearby wall. For a moment there was a complete silence, excluding the heavy breathing of the young king as his hands firmly held her shoulders. Jaina was in shock, his face was unreadable and he looked like a complete mess of a person. Anduin was hyperventilating as he felt the soft fabric of her dress against his fingertips. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. Sudden realization hit him and he backed off of her with a dread in his eyes.  Jaina closely observed him as his hands came to his face, obstructing the view. She had no idea what was going on. But one thing was clear, she didn’t like the type of Anduin she was seeing now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he kept repeating while holding his head. Small part of her wanted to comfort him, but knowing what had happened, she simply couldn’t force herself to make a step forward. “I’m a mess, this is a mess… I can’t...” he muttered as Jaina gulped. Finally being able to gather her thoughts she spoke - “Why did you do it?” doing her best to remain calm. Anduin was stumbling on the spot like a drunk. His face red and hearth pumping, everything was overwhelming him. “Ī can’t help it… I just need this, something...” he muttered. Jaina slowly came closer to him. Exhaling loudly - “What do you need Anduin?” she asked while concern was filling her. Deep down she knew what he had meant.  “Everything is too much… I feel this… this urge.” he said and braced himself on the knees. Jaina hesitated a bit, but eventually touched his slumped down shoulder.  “I have had these urges for a few years now and I couldn’t fulfill them… everything that had happened recently… my head is just exploding... I can’t...” he muttered. Jaina kept silent. She understood him completely, however there was no right answer that would come out of her mouth on this specific moment. “I’m very sorry Anduin...” she finally spoke - “But I can’t help you with this… I just can’t.” Anduin lifted his head, the same unreadable expression.  “We are not blood related. Please...” he begged her. Jaina was speechless. If at first she felt ashamed and embarrassed about his actions then now it was a whole new development. Anduin was right about the relation thing, however she didn’t see him this way. Even though he wasn’t her actual son, their age difference was too big and still, somewhat she saw him as a boy, not a man that he was becoming.  Shaking her head she slowly backed off. “I really can’t. I’m sorry Anduin. I will try to figure something out” she spoke apologetically.  Something snapped in him and in a second he rushed to her. Jaina’s eyes went wide as the surprisingly strong male threw her on the bed. Quick and rapid movement made her dizzy, she got lightheaded. Suddenly his weight was on her and Jaina’s instincts kicked in. Anduin grunted in pain as his body collided with the room wall.  His vision was blurry and his back hurt badly. As it started to clear he saw Jaina’s terrific expression as her hand was extended, showing various, levitating blue runes coming from her palm. She was breathing heavily while in a state of shock. As he was getting up - “Don’t you come any closer!” she shouted, holding back tears.  Her extended hand was visibly shaking in attempts to keep her posture.  Meanwhile Anduin showed absolutely no expression. He slowly started to approach her once more. “I don’t care anymore...” with every step coming closer to the frightened woman. “I have lost everyone... May as well kill me now...”he murmured. Jaina felt tears pour out of her eyes. Shaking her head as he moved closer. “Please… don’t make me hurt you more...” she begged.  “Then don’t...” Anduin replied as he reached the bed and fell on his knees. Jaina was heartbroken. There was no correct answer to any of this. No matter what happens, someone will get hurt or worse. Wiping away her tears she quickly got out of the bed. Taking a quick glance towards the young man, completely slumped down against the bed. It looked like his soul was completely shredded. Jaina didn’t know how to feel. Her motherly side felt deeply sorry for him to see this kind of insane amount of suffering, but his previous, rough advance on her really left a bitter taste in her mouth. Already opening her mouth just to realize that no words were coming out she deeply sighed and made her way to the exit. Jaina closed her eyes and exhaled upon feeling the young man clinging around her leg. “Let go of me, Anduin.” she stated very formally, causing his grip on her to only strengthen. Taking a look downwards the sight was really pathetic. She didn’t see a royalty anymore, definitely not a king. It was a broken shell of a man that had truly lost everything, including his self-esteem. “I can’t stop thinking of you… ” Jaina rolled her eyes, feeling irritation fill her blood. Her view on him had flipped completely. Just minutes ago she felt this warmth and even love towards him, feelings that could only be described as a relation between mother and her biological son. But it all got ripped out of her and washed away upon experiencing his perverted desires on her and even assault. Hatred was slowly taking over her. It was a surprise even to her that she actually was starting to despise this man boy in front of her. She knew it was wrong, despite what he had done, he was still the heir to the throne and the only righteous future leader that could unite and strengthen Alliance once more in their combined campaign against the Horde and now Legion. ‘Horde...’ thought returned into her mind. They will pay for what they did to Varian, the real, respected king and her dear friend. But she knew that in order to achieve that, she will need the help of the young boy king. A new idea came into her mind, which would have never passed to her before, because it was corrupt and manipulative in its very core, but Jaina’s mind had changed a lot since then and now if revenge was possible, then she was willing to go to any lengths to achieve it. Her thoughts being interrupted once more by the crying man child around her leg, a vicious smirk appeared on her face.  To Anduin’s defense he was right about one thing - they indeed were not blood related, which eased Jaina’s mind on any possible future precautions. “Anduin.” she spoke with authority. Causing the young king to stop weeping. “Let go of my leg!” she commanded and Anduin immediately complied, being startled by her sudden tone. Without saying a word she walked backwards just to sit on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Observing the miserable looking man child on the floor - “I will give you what you desire.” Anduin immediately looked at her in shock. He gulped upon noticing how dominant she looked. Her tears had completely vanished from her face, her posture strong and the way she was sitting with her legs crossed, exposing hints of her creamy legs made his heart jump.  He couldn’t see the loving Jaina anymore, something had changed into her. She looked very serious and frankly drove fear into him. “There will be rules that you WILL obey, you understand me?” she spoke harshly while leaning closer. Anduin immediately nodded without hesitation.  “For starters... ” she leaned back on her hands - “You will do ONLY what I tell you to do. Any advance of your own and we are done. Do you understand it?!” Anduin nodded and shifted on the floor. She was intimidating. “The next thing...” she slowly uncrossed her legs, giving a small glimpse of her creamy thighs as Anduin carefully followed the motion.  ‘So pathetic...’ she thought. “Horde is our enemies and you will take MY advice and mine alone on any diplomatic talks that will affect Alliance, is that clear?” Anduin quickly nodded while being focused on her boots. “Good.” replied Jaina and gestured for the young king to come. He slowly slid closer to her on the floor before her hand stopped him.  “Take off my boots.” she stated and Anduin immediately complied. His heart racing as his fingers were rapidly fighting with her laces. “Slowly...” she spoke and Anduin gulped. Not wanting to irritate her further he indeed tuned down his speed and now almost gracefully proceeded in removing her footwear. Meanwhile Jaina leaned back on the bed, bracing herself on the both sides as the young man was following her commands.  To her surprise she was actually starting to enjoy it.  Soon enough the boot was opened and he slid it off of her, revealing a beautiful, smooth and perfect foot. Even her toenails were done with a sky blue color. “Other one.” she stated as Anduin eagerly continued. Given the previous expertise, he undid it in a much smoother manner and finally her both feet were bare. “Kiss them” - she commanded while feeling excitement growing. Something about the whole situation was starting to amuse her. Being in control like this and ordering around the little perverted man was a kink she didn’t know she had.  Anduin carefully took both of her feet in his hands and started to apply kisses on the surface. Meanwhile Jaina was smiling triumphantly. She felt like a goddess as this miserable boy king was worshipping her feet. After a while she pulled her feet away. Causing the Anduin to halt his actions. Jaina slowly pushed her right foot against his face. “Suck my toe.” Anduin looked at her face, she wasn’t joking around, she really meant it.  “Jaina...” he muttered but immediately groaned in pain as Jaina slapped him across the face. “What did I tell you before?! You obey or we are through!” she shouted as Anduin held his hand at his stinging cheek. “I’m sorry… forgive me...” he muttered and quickly came back to her feet. Jaina smirked and leaned back. Without any further commands Anduin gently picked up her foot and after a small hesitation started sucking her big toe. Jaina felt ticklish as the young king’s mouth wrapped around it. To Anduin’s surprise it wasn’t that bad. Her feet smelled good, only thing that was off was the brief hint of the leather that was coming from her boot, but it didn’t bother him too much. She did her best not to start convulsing as his lips and tongue almost made her giggle, but she kept her posture for the sake of the act. She couldn’t show any weakness. “Alright enough.” she spoke as the teasing was getting too much for her. Meanwhile Anduin didn’t stop, he was so deep in his thoughts and feelings that his head completely zoned out of her words. “I said enough!” she shouted and roughly pushed her other foot in his chest, causing the king to fall on the floor. “It seems you have a problem with following orders!” she was irritated. Anduin was laying on the floor, coughing as the air got pushed out of his lungs. He had to be punished for this insolence. “Get on your feet, now!” she shouted. Anduin slowly complied as his chest still hurt. As he properly straightened himself in front of her she continued - “Strip.” Questioning look followed her as Anduin just stood in front of her in confusion. Letting out a sigh of annoyance - “Are you deaf now as well?! I said strip, you little fuck!” Anduin was shocked by her sudden tone and rudeness, but immediately complied. Jaina enjoyed as the layer after layer of clothing dropped on the floor, making the new king more bare by the second. Stopping himself at the underwear he looked at her with insecurity. “Everything.” she stated and Anduin hesitated, but after noticing her facial expression turning into bitter once more he complied and finally got rid of the last piece of his attire. Jaina spent a moment observing his form. For an 18 year old he actually looked quite fit. He wasn’t muscular by any means of imagination, however she could definitely see why this body had enough strength to pull her in the bed before.  Taking a glance downwards she noticed his shrunken tool. Soft laughter escaped her lips as Anduin instinctively attempted to cover himself. “What’s the matter? I thought you were so horny before? What happened, huh?” she mocked him while standing up from the bed. With her bare feet touching the floor.  Without her boots she was just barely taller than him. Anduin was so embarrassed that he couldn’t even look at her as she was standing arms length distance from him. Gasping in shock as Jaina suddenly pushed his hand away and grasped his package in her hand. “Not so tough anymore, are you?” she smirked, hearing Anduin groan by her rough actions. Taking a moment of folding his balls she let go and returned to sit on the bed. Anduin shivered in shame and cold.  “I expected you to be better equipped down there. It’s a shame really… ” averting her eyes from the exposed man - “otherwise I might have taken you for a ride myself.” Anduin’s heart sank hearing her harsh words. He felt completely destroyed. Noticing his miserable state Jaina decided to play a bit nicer. “Anyway...” she motioned to the floor in front of her. Without saying a word Anduin slowly approached her instructed spot and sat on his knees, he just wanted to disappear. “Perhaps your mouth could be your redeeming factor.” she smirked and slowly started to pull her dress higher, exposing more of her cream colored flesh. Anduin’s heart skipped a beat and familiar hotness rushed into his cheeks as Jaina’s thick thighs came into the view.  “I bet you constantly wondered what is under here...”she spoke lustly as her dress was finally gathered around her waist. “Well.. there you go, you little perv.” She spoke the last sentence with contempt. Anduin gulped as his heart was racing. Her strong, magnificent legs on full display alongside her pearl white, lace underwear.  “Gosh… you are so pathetic...” she kept mocking him while observing the shaking man in front of her. Even though he was a virgin, it looked like he was about to faint. His dick immediately started to fill with blood as his eyes took in the view. Noticing his mindless stare at her privates, Jaina decided to push it further. She slowly parted her legs, giving the young king full view. “Is this what you want…?” she spoke huskily. Anduin’s head was on complete fire; he didn’t understand anything, except nodding mindlessly in response.  Gesturing with her index finger she motioned him to lean closer. Anduin followed her guidance.  Suddenly her body shifted and he felt firm thighs locking behind his back. “Is this close enough you perverted fuck?!” she shouted at him as her strong legs held him firmly locked in place as his face was roughly pushed against her panties. Sudden pressure around his head made him dizzy. He couldn’t breath. Adrenaline surged through his heart as the potent scent of her vagina invaded his brain. Observing the vicious battle for the precious oxygen as the young king was clinking on her thighs, trying to free himself, she finally gave in and relaxed her grip on him. Anduin pulled back, face red and body starting to sweat. His lungs taking in as much of the lacking air as possible. Meanwhile Jaina put her legs down, looking at the panting boy king in front of her with an irritating look on her face.  “You done yet being a complete weakling?” Anduin was regaining his breath, slowly nodding. While still panting like a rabid dog he observed as Jaina gracefully put her hands under her dress and slowly pushed down her panties.  Without saying a word she took them off her legs and put them nearby on the bed. Gathering her dress around the waist she spread her legs even more. Anduin’s head was going crazy, heart pumping in his throat as her slit came into the view. She had a nice patch of triangle shaped white hair, matching her own hair color, right above her slit.  Everything else was neatly shaven smooth. She definitely took care of herself. Jaina pushed herself more to the edge of the bed, giving him better access as her hands held her beefy thighs spread. .  “I’m waiting.” she responded irritated. Anduin gulped as he leaned closer to her exposed slit. Immediately smelling her musky scent, causing his dick to painfully hurt with erection .  He had never licked pussy before so he didn’t know what to expect. So far the smell was weird, but somehow very inviting. Jaina twitched as his tongue landed an experimental lick across her slit, he tasted a bit of saltiness, but at the same time sweetness. Bracing his hands on her thighs he continued. With quick and soft licks his tongue went at her slit, not having any clue what he was doing.  Meanwhile Jaina’s heart was starting to pump faster. Whatever this little fucker was doing, actually felt pleasant.  He constantly switched the position of his tongue as few licks were right on her slit, others on the sides of it. With each lick the combined taste of salty and sour was slowly going away, possibly it was the taste of her sweat he thought. As he continued, her true taste was becoming more blatant, a combination of slightly sweet, a bit sour and womanly musk was filling his taste buds.  Jaina felt good, but it wasn’t good enough to make her moan. Without saying anything she took grip of his head and guided him higher to her clit. Getting the hint, Anduin immediately pushed his tongue over it, causing Jaina to yelp and slap him across the head. “Not directly on it, you idiot!” she shouted as the build up pleasure immediately disappeared from her body. Anduin quickly apologized. Jaina motioned for him to continue. “It’s very sensitive there… go around it first...” exhaling deeply she bit her lip upon feeling his tongue working once more. This time Anduin listened and carefully proceeded. His tongue was dancing around her clit as Jaina began to move her body along the motion. Now she was getting somewhere.  Suddenly the young king did something she did not expect. Causing the archmage to let out a moan as instinctively she grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper into her pussy. Anduin had applied firmer pressure on the side of her clit as it sent bolts of pleasure through her body. Jaina has had several lovers and with her age it wasn’t that easy to please her, but this young king somehow managed to find the right spots and pressure. Feeling her grip on his hair that didn’t result in sharp pain being yanked off of her, he took it as encouragement and continued. Switching sides between the clit as he continued pleasuring her. Jaina felt like losing control, she was basically grinding her mound against his face as the young king was showing immense potential. Pleasure was overwhelming her, gripping the sheets she held herself together as her other hand firmly held Anduin between her legs. Jaina couldn’t believe it, she was actually gonna cum. Her heart raced as she felt becoming hotter. Sweat coming out of her body in attempts to reduce the temperature of her heated flesh. Anduin wasn’t stopping, Jaina was so close.  Anduin’s head was completely clouded by the scent of her pussy, his tongue moved on its own as he switched between licking her side of the clit and giving a quick lash across her already wet slit.  Suddenly something changed. Anduin halted his actions as her body was starting to shake.  “Don’t stop… continue!” she shouted as Anduin immediately dove back into her pussy. Jaina couldn’t hold back anymore. Anduin muffled as Jaina’s both hands found their way to his head and pressed him hard against her clit. Primal moan echoed in the room as Anduin’s face was drenched in her juices, shortly after she went limp. Legs falling down around him as her hands no longer being able to hold his head fell on the both sides of her rapidly lifting chest. Anduin pushed back and coughed as some of her juices had entered his air pipes. She looked like a complete mess. With legs spread and her face covered with her white hair she was breathing raggedly.  Taking a glance at his handiwork he saw her slit completely drenched in his saliva and her juices. Even her pubic hair was wet as everything around her vagina was drenched in liquids. Even the sheets underneath her had a visible puddle of juices. Anduin didn’t know what to say, he was at the loss of words about the sight in front of him. Suddenly his painfully erect dick reminded him about itself. He forgot about everything, only pleasure and lust was in his mind. “Wha… are you… doin” Jaina weakly responded as her fuzzy vision noticed Anduin approaching. Before she could understand what was going on, something moved her legs a bit further apart and - “Aaaahhhh…” Jaina moaned loudly as Anduin fully pushed himself inside her drenched tunnel. Anduin groaned in pleasure as her smooth and slick walls firmly wrapped around his virgin member. Her insides were burning hot and there was absolutely no resistance as he rapidly pounded her drenched pussy. Jaina’s head was exploding, she didn’t have time to properly get off the height of 1st orgasm , as new - intense sensations were taking over her body. Blurry image of Anduin moving on top of her and the intense feeling between her legs being penetrated was the only thing in her mind. She attempted to regain control as her hands were starting to push against his firm chest, but instead Anduin took hold of her hands and roughly secured them above her head. Jaina yelped in sudden pain and tried to chant the spell instead. It was difficult to concentrate as her body was constantly invaded by his hard dick. His swollen balls slapping hard against her butt as her spread legs shaking upon his rough and fast penetrations. “Arcane..bla.. Aaaahhh...” another moan left her mouth as pleasure was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t even finish the spell, meanwhile Anduin was swimming in lust and desire. He quickly used his left hand to roughly pull down her dress, revealing her huge, bouncing breasts. High pitched sound came from her as the young king’s mouth wrapped around her already hard nipple.  His hips kept moving fast, mercilessly fucking the experienced woman, while his mouth applied suction on her breast. “Sta… staaahp...” she moaned as her 2nd orgasm was approaching. The young man’s stamina was insane. Jaina couldn’t believe that he was still going. Her mind was going blank as pure pleasure was overwhelming her. Spells were not an option anymore, she didn’t have any strength to fight back. Instead she just laid there - with dress around her waist, body drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, her creamy thighs spread wide as the young stud kept fucking her tight pussy. Anduin moaned while almost losing control as Jaina’s body started convulsing once more. “Fuuuck...” he groaned as her slick and sore pussy started to choke his invading member. He barely managed to pull out, otherwise he would have come then and there. Jaina cried out as the orgasm was going through her body. Anduin was hyperventilating as his sight was aimed towards her open slit. Her roughly fucked vagina was contracting in attempts to milk anything within her walls.  In amazement he observed the woman in front of him. She looked like a mess, her hair all over the place, breasts out, body drenched in sweat and face red with heat. Even her white patch of hair above her slit was completely drenched as a small stream of her juices kept leaking out of her convulsing hole. Jaina’s head was turned away from the commotion. Her chest was lifting as her brain was still on stand-by. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had fucked her so well. When it came to pleasure with her former lovers then Thrall definitely was the winner, being an orc had its benefits as his cock was the biggest she had ever fucked, even though she kept having orgasm after orgasm with her green lover, the pain from his big equipment provided a very bad contrast. Anduin on the other hand was an average sized guy. His human dick wasn’t even close in size to what she had experienced from her previous lover, but such energy and willingness, not to mention hardiness, checked all the boxes for her. Slowly her mind was returning and the realization of the situation seeped in. “He fucked me...” she thought. Turning her head towards him a wave of shame and defeat came over.  “You...” she weakly spoke while attempting to move. Her body was so overloaded with pleasure that her muscles were weak. Anduin heard her and carefully looked at her face. His dick still painfully hard and twitching. Jaina was about to speak again, but her eyes travelled south.  “Impossible...” she whispered, seeing his still painfully erect member pointing towards her. Looking into his eyes she noticed lust and desire returning.  Jaina started shaking her head - “No no no!” she murmured as the young king took hold of her legs and pulled her closer to him.  “I command you to stop now!” Jaina shouted. Combination of groan and scream echoed in the room as the young king once more penetrated her sore vagina. Jaina attempted to fight back, trying to punch him in the face, but her body was still too weak to do any damage. Intense pleasure started to ignite into her core once more as her moist pussy gave full access to his invading member. Anduin groaned like an animal as his hard cock kept pistoning into her well fucked pussy.  “Enough… too much...” Jaina stammered as her mind was drifting away again. She couldn’t let this happen again. Anduin had overstepped his boundaries by a mile now. Despite the feeling of being fucked and her body betraying her will, she concentrated all her remaining sanity for a spell.  Anduin kept rutting into her like a beast, her pussy showing no resistance as it was so drenched and sore that his invading member kept disappearing into her with gushing wet sounds. Something caught his vision as some kind of particles were started to materialize around the bed, by second forming into a shape of ice shards.  Panic settled in, not knowing what to do Anduin leaned forward. Jaina’s eyes sprang open as she felt the young king’s lips on her mouth. It was a complete system override. Ice shards immediately evaporated in the air as her body began to return the kiss. Anduin felt her moans in his mouth as his hips kept moving. Atmosphere in the room had changed completely as Jaina’s body and mind, both had completely given in to the intercourse. Moaning and grunting were filling the room as both humans were experiencing intense, heated sex. Leaving her salivating and heated lips, Anduin moved downwards.  Jaina moaned loudly as the young king started kissing her neck. Her pussy was on fire as his still hard cock roughly claimed her body. She wasn’t holding back anymore, intense feeling between her legs, his weight on her and the ticklish kisses on the neck, sent fireworks in her brain.  After a while Anduin kept moving lower, leaving a trail of his saliva on her body as Jaina was shuddering by new sensations, eventually gasping in pleasure as once more the young king’s lips found her nipple and was sucking it. Jaina was close again. “Anduin… Andu… Aaahh...” she moaned as her sore pussy started giving out the all too familiar ticklish feeling.  Feeling her vagina becoming tighter, Anduin couldn’t fight the sensation anymore. With his remaining energy he amped up the speed and strength of fucking her drenched slit. Jaina openly screamed as the pleasure was too much for her, she was going crazy. With all his strength Anduin pounded her, boobs bouncing and legs shaking as the sweaty woman underneath him had lost her mind. Her eyes were closed, body intensely hot as gasps and moans kept coming out of her. Jaina was about to completely pass out before Anduin’s scream returned her to reality. Gasping in sudden pain as he had managed to reach her cervix.  Loud groan left the young king’s mouth as his swollen purple balls started to empty. Jaina’s body was convulsing and her mouth hung open as his potent seed splashed against her cervix. Jaina grunted softly as Anduin completely fell on top of her. Looking sideways her brain was completely blank. She kept twitching as the 3rd and final orgasm was leaving her system. Face burning and heart pumping with adrenaline as she felt her pussy being filled by a warm liquid. His dick was still twitching inside her sore walls, with each contraction releasing a fresh load in her tight tunnel.  The weight on her was becoming too much and with the remaining strength she rolled Anduin off of her, his semi-flaccid dick leaving her depths in the process. Jaina kept laying for a moment to regain her breathing. She was a dirty mess. Her body was so wet that her hair was clinging on her everywhere. Dress was ruined, being soaked in bodily fluids all the way.  Barely she pushed herself up on her elbows just to see the insane sight in front.  Her mound was completely drenched. White patch of pubic hair was sticky with their combined juices and sweat.  Leaning down further she observed her slit. Her vaginal hole was spread open and gaping as a stream of his cum kept running down her lips, adding more stain to the already big puddle of liquids on the bed. Jaina dipped her fingers inside, just to groan in pain as her pussy lips were completely sore. Gasping in shock as her tunnel was completely filled with his spunk. ‘How much did he...’ she thought while scooping some on her fingers. They were fully coated in his cum. Noticing that the young king hadn’t moved ever since she pushed him off, she nervously leaned over to check his pulse. It was weak, but steady. “Finally reached your limits, didn’t you…?” she weakly spoke as her whole body was barely functioning. With a loud groan she stepped out of the bed, just to feel another load running down her thighs. She was stumbling like an electrocuted insect. Her legs barely listening to her as the soreness of her pussy and muscles aching made it difficult to move. Whole room smelled of sex. Looking down at her dress it was all drenched and dirty so she quickly took it off, getting completely bare. There was no way of saving it now so she used it to wipe herself. Hissing in pain as the smooth fabric still gave her stinging pain upon touching her roughly fucked cunt. It didn’t go as she had planned, in fact it was a complete disaster, but Jaina couldn’t deny one thing - It actually felt amazing. Finishing wiping herself she conjured a portal to return to Theramore - to her private chambers. She needed a bath badly and some new clothes.  After a moment there was a blink and she was gone. 1 hour later, Anduin’s chambers Anduin slowly regained his senses. His body ached in pain and dick emitted a weird soreness. Taking a quick look around he suddenly got up in shock. Jaina was nowhere to be seen and the bed seemed to be completely clean and fresh. Pushing down the covers he noticed that he was even wearing a shirt and underwear. “What the...” he muttered. Suddenly there was a knock - “Prince Anduin, you have a guest, are you available?” shouted guard from outside the room. Anduin gulped, but agreed. “Ah.. yes. Sure send them in.” he took a sitting position. His eyes widened and a sudden blush rushed into his face as the familiar face entered the room. Jaina had returned, dressed in her casual battle gear attire and with staff in her hand. She didn’t say a word before doors were closed behind her back as she slowly approached the surprised man on the bed.  Her neutral facial expression quickly changed to a smile - “I believe that we have reached a common understanding, have we?” Anduin was still in shock, but nodded. “Good.” she responded and sat down next to him. “Rules still remain.” she continued now in a serious manner. Looking deep into his eyes. - “You will do whatever i tell you to do when it comes to diplomatic relations, is that clear?” she asked and Anduin without thinking twice nodded. Small grin appeared on her face and she leaned closer to his ear to whisper - “I’m glad that we agree with each other.” Her voice switching to a husky tone - “Quite a good lay you are, little lion. Perhaps you are not as useless as I thought.” Shimmers went down the spine of the young king as Jaina leaned back and playfully tapped him on the head. “I will see you around. A lot of work to do.” she stated and stood up, exiting the room. Anduin was left speechless as the doors closed in front of his eyes. “Oh fuck...” he whispered.

Chapter 2 - Revenge of The Malgus

*in hyperspace*   “Theron... Theron wake up...” a distant sound vibrated in his ear. His body shifted on the cold steel floor and eyes started to twitch. “Theron!” the sound was louder now making him open his eyes. At first there was only blur but soon the dark tones and dim light appeared in his view. Groaning in discomfort he slowly sat up, his vision started to clear and soon the sour reality kicked in. He was in a transportation cell. “Theron, how are you feeling?” the voice returned and he turned his head to see his mother in the same situation, she was inside similar cell just few meters away. “Like shit...” groaned Theron and pushed his back against the cold steel bars. “Malgus used force to knock you out... eventually the headache will end” said Satele. Theron looked at his handcuffs then shifted his gaze towards Satele. “Why is yours different?” Satele looked down and sighed “These are absorbing my force powers... as long as they are locked around my wrists I cannot use force in any way...” she sighed again and sat down in the same position as Theron. Their weapons were obviously gone, but at least their clothes were still the same, cells were barely high enough to stand up and didn’t provide much space to walk around. “What are they going to do with us?” asked Theron with sadness in his voice. Satele looked up and sighed “The fact alone that we are still alive gives me hope that we can escape this madness...” Shaking her head she let out a grunt “I should have killed him when I had a chance, then none of this would have happened...” Seeing Satele so upset Theron crawled closer to her and wrapped his hands around the steel bars. “Hey... you did what every jedi would have done and you followed the code.” Satele looked at Theron with fury in her eyes. “The code?! The reason why you have been born is because I didn’t follow the code!” she shouted back and immediately understood how wrong it was. These words deeply cut Theron and he stared at the ground in shock and disbelief. Trying to fix her previous action she got on her knees and crawled closer to his cell – “Theron... I’m so sorry... I...” but was interrupted by beep of the sliding doors. One of the sith servants walked in the chamber and observed both prisoners, “Darth Malgus wanted to inform you that soon we will reach the marked destination”, then he approached the Satele’s cell and crouched. “He also said that you need to save your energy” sith licked his lips in perverse fashion, making Satele to vibe in disgust. Giving a wink he stood up and started to walk out of the room –“You will need it” and started to laugh as the doors closed behind him. After 30 minutes they felt the ship land, after few seconds of shaking and moving the ship finally became stable the sound of engines being turned off alerted the both prisoners that they have arrived and that something is going to happen. Knowing that the second opportunity may not come Satele approached the bars again “Theron, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have said so...” guilt was eating her apart. Theron simply waved at her in dismissal while at the same time steel doors beeped open once again and this time 3 sith servants entered the room. Dressed in the same signature black robes and without saying a word they opened both cells and with brute force pulled out both prisoners and pushed them forward the ship corridor. After few turns they were brought to the main conference room and forced on their knees next to each other while 3 sith remained close behind them in case they would try something. Satele and Theron looked forward just to see the Darth Malgus himself with crossed arms and 2 other sith on his sides. “I hope the journey was comfortable.” Mocked Malgus. “Like hell it was you robot freak!” shouted Theron. In seconds Theron was pulled in the air and started choking. “No! Stop this!” shouted Satele, seeing Theron fighting for his life. “Disrespect me again... and I will make this much worse for you than I originally intended...” said Malgus in low voice and after few more seconds released his grip making Theron to fall back on the floor sideways with his cuffed wrists in front of him and gasping for air. Then without saying a word he motioned to the sith servants and started to approach both prisoners. Theron was quickly put back on his knees an held in place while the same treatment was done to Satele, both were struggling but to no effect. As Malgus huge form approached them he crouched down to have the height difference at least somewhat reduced. “Back on the Coruscant you made me curious about something...” he said and quickly put his massive hands on Theron’s and Satele’s head, making them struggle harder not knowing what to expect. As sith servants held both in place Malgus probed in their minds. After 20 seconds of probing he removed the hands and stood up. “I can’t believe it...” he said and started to laugh. As he walked away the laugh kept going testing the capabilities of his respirator. “My friends.” He opened his arms wide. “I had a guess but I didn’t believe that this kind of luck could ever fall upon us.” Pointing towards the both prisoners he continued – “These two... are mother and son” the room was filled with whistles and laughter. Satele averted her gaze and swallowed. The worst had happened, now her biggest weakness is going to get exploited by them. “Well, well, well...” Malgus murmured while leaning against the wall, “At first the force told me that you two are possibly mates which would also be a nice catch.” He said and walked closer again “But no... this is something better...” standing just next to them he stretched his arm to caress Satele’s cheek to which she responded by pushing away. “Anyway...” said Malgus and turned around. “We go now, follow me.” He said and both prisoners were pulled to their feet. Ships doors started to descend and a warm gust of sandy wind hit their faces, it was Tatooine. After 1 minute they reached small settlement, appeared that they were stationed in the mountains. Passing by couple abandoned houses they reached a dead end, it was surrounded by sandy mountains and somewhat looked like an arena. One side even had a line of stones that could serve as benches any day. Theron was led towards the ‘spectator’ area while Satele was pushed forward into the deepest corner of the arena. Theron growled in pain as one of the sith kicked him in the leg, forcing him to kneel about 20 meters away from Satele. “No! Don’t hurt him!” she shouted and her heart nearly exploded as both sith ignited their lightsabers, one in front of Theron the other behind him, making sure that he doesn’t try anything stupid. If he moved forward or backward he would get cut instantly by the bright red sabers. “This is going to be very simple...” said Malgus while passing the 3 sith and entering the arena zone himself. Sith completely blocked the exit by standing in line and having their lightsabers ready. Malgus started to remove his cloak – “If you try to run away... Theron will die.” He throw the cloak away and stretched his arms and shoulders to prepare. “If you try to save him... he will die.” Malgus pulled out his lightsaber making Satele to step back. “If you refuse to fight...” he ignited his bright red weapon and looked into her eyes “He will die...” Satele furiously replied “You honorless monster, how am I supposed to defend myself?!” in few seconds her cuffs fell apart and Darth Malgus throw her the blue lightsaber, force immediately reconnected with her and she caught it with ease and ignited. Malgus pointed his weapon towards her “I could care less about honor this is about personal satisfaction and revenge. You beat me on Alderaan only because the stupid trooper interrupted our fight, without him... you would be gone.” Malgus started to walk sideways. In a way he was right Malcom did save her and turned the tides of the battle. “You are fool that you gave me my weapon back, I will make sure that I kill you this time!” shouted Satele. Her sentence made Malgus errupt in laughter “You... have no idea Satele, I’ve been obssessed with you since that day and I have doubled my force powers just for this moment, I will make sure to humiliate and destroy you!” Malgus started to march forward. “I will end you... you monster!” screamed Satele and ran towards him. After couple of seconds their lightsabers clashed and purple sparks flew around them. “I will enjoy destroying you...” whispered Malgus as he used his huge height and mass difference to slowly lean forward pushing Satele backwards. The height difference between them was enormous. Darth Malgus was 220cm tall while Satele was only 175cm, at this point her force powers gave the strength to somewhat hold against the huge brute and still he kept leaning forward. “Never...” grunting she quickly rolled back to gain some distance. Satele was no match to him in raw muscle strength so she had to come up with something else. Malgus smirked while swinging his saber in front of her. “Pathetic... what are you gonna do now?” Satele closed her eyes and after a moment pushed her hand forward in attempt to force push him. Malgus just in time took the defensive stance and with crossed arms absorbed her attack, he barely moved. Seeing that this also won’t work Satele went all out, with a scream she ran forward and did a barrel roll in attempt to slash his legs but Malgus with quick reactions blocked her attack by clashing his weapon with hers. With another roar she force jumped above him and landed another strike but Malgus despite his huge body moved his head out of the way, making Satele to slash through an empty air. “You start to annoy me...” he said and just as Satele had landed in front of him Malgus did force push of his own which caught her unprepared and made her crash against the mountain. Satele collapsed in the sand and started to gasp, the huge impact had pushed all the air out of her lungs. “You fucking bitch.” Just in last seconds Satele managed to block the incoming force lightning with her lightsaber. She groaned in pain as the lightning was slowly pushing her saber closer to her face, purple sparks just milimeters from her head but luckily for her it quickly ended. Satele had her back against the mountain gasping and sweating she was exhausted. Meanwhile Malgus started to approach her his crimson lightsaber dangerously burning on his way. “You are weak...” he stopped 1 meter from her, his lightsaber just inches from her head. “You don’t even deserve a hero death... but I guess I can kill you just for the sake of it...” as he landed the killing blow Satele barely rolled away from the strike. Malgus growled in anger as his weapon sliced the mountain. Turning back he saw Satele weakly holding her lightsaber up, her face was vacant and she could barely stand swaying back and forth. “Never...” she whispered as drops of sweat slid down her face. Malgus looked at her in disgust and started to move towards her – “What about being pathetic YOU DID NOT UNDERSTAND?!” he shouted and with all his might clashed his weapon with hers. Satele’s lightsaber flew out of her hand disarming her. Tears ran down her face as she roared and ran towards him again, Malgus instead put his saber away and force pushed her. Satele landed on her back few meters away groaning in pain and coughing. “Stupid cunt...” said Malgus as he turned off his weapon and approached her. Standing above her he saw her teary eyes avoiding the eye contact. She was breathing heavily and completely exhausted. “Grand master jedi everyone!” mocked Malgus resulting in couple of smirks and laughter coming from nearby sith spectators. He crouched down next to her face and turned her head towards him. “I know exactly what to do with you... death would be too good for someone like you...” said Malgus and roughly pushed her head back making her groan in pain. “Bring them to the interrogation room!” was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness. Satele was starting to shift, her back hurt a lot. Opening her eyes a bright light blinded her for a moment. Instantly she tried to get up but her hands were locked above her head, same had happened to her legs they were locked in place by strong steel cuffs. Turning her head to the side she saw Theron he was in similar situation except he was locked in vertical position facing her table. “Theron, what happened?” she said with weak voice. Theron let out a weak sigh, “They locked us up again... we are here for 1 hour or so... no one had came since then...” Satele looked at Theron and sadness overtook her “I’m sorry... I have failed you I couldn’t beat him...” she said and started to weep. She knew that the reason why she is still alive is because Malgus is going to torture her or Theron, he knows no mercy and there was nothing she could do about it. “If I was force-sensitive... I could have helped I could have done something but I’m useless!” Theron shouted and errupted in tears. After 1 minute doors beeped open and Darth Malgus walked inside closely followed by all 5 of his servants. Satele tried her best to mask the sadness and her defeat but Malgus could feel her true feelings anyway. “It’s time for the fun to begin.” Said Malgus and 2 servants went to Theron. Standing next to the laying Satele, Malgus with strange calmness caressed her hair. “You know... you might be useless in my eyes...” Malgus looked at his servants and smiled. “But since you are a woman... we might have a use for you...” Realization for Theron kicked in “NO! DON’T TOUCH HER I WILL RIP YOU APART  IF YO...” Theron grunted and coughed out blood as one of the sith punched his guts. “Make sure the boy has a clear view.” Casually said Malgus while walking towards the exit. Stopping next to the doors he looked behind, 3 sith servants had already cornered the table. “Enjoy yourselves, consider this a payment for your services and yes... don’t ruin her too much” he smirked and doors closed behind him. Satele started to struggle. “So... who is going first?” Koril smiled while feeling out her chest. “Don’t touch me!” Satele shouted. “I think we should unwrap her first.” Suggested Jori, before all nodded and started to cut away her clothing. “No... stop!” Satele struggled as more clothing were cut and landed on the floor. Theron averted his eyes, this was too much for him, anger was boiling in his insides. “Hehe... I can feel your anger... too bad you have no powers you would make a great sith..” said one of them next to him and roughly took hold of his hair forcing him to look towards Satele. “You will watch this...” growled sith holding his head in place. “Very nice...” whispered one of the sith who had removed her top. With another cut her bra was off and her cream colored bust popped out. Satele groaned as one of them with no care in the world roughly started to grope her breasts. “No... don’t...” she weakly whispered as she felt someone tugging down her pants. She was completely under their control with the force absorbing cuffs in the place she had no access to her force powers, she could rely only on her body muscles who had no match to 3 grown men and steel cuffs. Satele gasped and started to struggle harder as one of them slid his hand inside her panties and attempted to probe her. “This bitch is all hairy down there.” One of them complained. “If you don’t like something I will gladly go first.” Other replied and with a rough tug completely ripped her panties open exposing her V shaped bush. Satele yelped in pain and turned her head away. Suddenly someone blocked her view and after few seconds penis was pulled out from pants “Put it anywhere near me and I will bite it off!” Satele shouted in hysteria. “No, you won’t... unless you want your son to get killed in front of your eyes.” Said the sith and roughly grasped her hair forcing her to look at her son who was inches away from burning lightsaber. Tears ran down her face “If I feel a single teeth... he is dead!” shouted sith and pushed his dick against her mouth. Satele was shaking her head to signal ‘no’, but sith pushed forward and with no resistance entered in her throat. Meanwhile Jori was between her thighs and started to lick her slit. Satele groaned with the dick in her mouth as she felt someone licking her privates she thought that she will throw up. *slurp* *slurp* *gulp* echoed in the room as the sith ate her out. Pulling away he dug his fingers in her mound and spread her vagina open. She looked pretty tight despite being a mother. After few more insertions sith pulled out from her mouth making Satele to cough and gasp for air. “Get lost!” the sith who received blowjob pushed Jori away who was too busy eating her out. Looking at her lower half he came to conclusion that her legs were locked too close together, he needed more space. Using force to unlock her legs he climbed on the table with her, feeling the cuffs around her legs disappear, Satele used the opportunity and hard kicked the nearby sith in the face, Jori fell to the ground with a painful groan. The one between her legs quickly leaned over and started to choke her. After few seconds he removed his hand and pushed his waist against her hips. Satele was being choked “Th.. Theron... don’t watch...” she murmured before earning a rough slap over her face. “Shut up bitch!” shouted the sith and after lining his erect penis with her narrow slit roughly penetrated her. Satele moaned in pain as her dry passage was violently invaded. Last time she had sex was several years ago, nor her body or mind was ready for it. “Fuck... this bitch is tight...” moaned sith as he started to rape her. Satele’s whole body was moving as the rapist fully hilted himself inside. “This is so good...” groaned sith as he leaned forward and started to choke her again. Satele grunted in pain each time sith penetrated her he was rough and showed no mercy or care. Whole scene continued for several minutes it was a horrifying sight to witness as the grand master jedi was grunting and crying during her sexual assault. Lack of oxygen and constant pain in her loins was all she felt as the pathetic sith scum pleasured himself with her body, seconds felt like minutes and it appeared as this nightmare wouldn’t end. Theron was broken his face and eyes were red from crying, his own mother was getting gang raped in front of his eyes just few meters away and he couldn’t do anything. His image was getting blurry due to the bright lightsaber being just inches from his face. At this point he wasn’t even far from simply leaning forward and killing himself. Only thing that stopped him was Satele, they were connected in this nightmare and if he gave up most likely she would as well. Biting his lip he absorbed just another gargle and groan coming from her as the sith between her legs was gasping and moaning while kept thrusting forward. After another long minute Satele started to scream louder, sith between her legs had sped up his motions. Wet slapping sounds in addition with moans and cries echoed in the room “Take this... you... bitch!” gasped sith while pushing as roughly and deeply as he could and started to unload his seed in her raw birth canal. Satele let out a gasp and started to weep as she felt the warm substance fill her insides. With his semi-hard dick still inside he leaned over her body and put his face close to her ear. Satele was shaking and her gaze was towards the opposite wall, she refused to look at him. “What a good lay you are...” whispered sith and did a slow lick over her neck making her tremble in disgust. After that he went lower and upon reaching her bare breast roughly pulled on her nipple with his teeth. Satele jerked in sudden pain her body was still shaking every other second overcoming this huge level of degradation and abuse. After letting go of her nipple sith backed off and slipped his limp penis out of her. Satele didn’t even bother to close her legs at this point she was doing her best to project herself somewhere else but due to the fact that the handcuffs were absorbing all her force powers made it very difficult to do. “Alright, my turn!” Koril excitedly yelled and climbed on the table. Feeling another rapist getting in position Satele cleared her throat – “I... don’t care about the code...” she weakly murmured while gulping down saliva again, “When I get free... I will castrate each and one of you...” she coughed “and shove your balls down your throats...” she finished and closed her eyes to prepare for another penetration. After hearing her monologue all sith errupted in laughter – “Aww... so sweet... I guess in that case we better don’t set you free... hmm?” the one who had already raped her, leaned closer to her face mocking her. Satele opened her eyes and seeing the sith’s smug grin up close spat at him. “Bitch!” shouted the sith and roughly slapped her, busting her lip open. While still seeing stars, Satele’s mouth opened in muted ’O’ as the 2nd sith roughly claimed her. “Fuck that bitch hard she deserves no mercy!” shouted sith while clearing her saliva from his face. “Will do.” Gasped Koril as he quickly sped up thanks to the improved lubrication. He made sure to make it as unpleasant as he possibly could. Holding her thighs wide apart sith launched himself forward with more anger and strength than the one before him. Although chained Satele’s body bumped hard each time sith fully hilted himself inside her raw depths. Looking away her face kept vibing in pain each time sith penetrated her it hurt a lot. Satele’s eyes were sore from tears and at this point she simply accepted it she was destroyed mentally and her body was on its way as well. “Hey... you...” moaned Koril while pistoning in her. It looked like he was getting offended by her not paying attention to him so he leaned forward and with brute strength turned her face towards him. “Look at me you bitch while I fuck you!” he shouted in her face. With her legs spread and bouncing each time the sith roughly drove in her she instead fixed her gaze at the ceiling, her face was completely vacant. This gesture pissed Koril off even more and he fully leaned over her body to take her head in both hands and lifted it to have her face to face. “Look. At. Me!” he said emphasizing each word while doing a single deep thrust after each word in her. Her eyes were fixed on his forehead and it looked like to be the closest he would get she refused to give him the pleasure to make direct eye contact. “Fine...” he smirked and fixed his knees for better leverage. “I still enjoy your vibes as I fuck you.” And with that he specifically started to do slow but deep and painful thrusts. As much as Satele tried to hide it her face vibed in pain each time the sith penetrated her he was reaching her cervix. Each push hurt like a dull dagger there was no pleasure in this. Her vagina was sore while her cervix hurt as the Koril’s dick pushed against it. Sith was getting bored by this, in addition to this slow movement he was also slowly losing erection so he roughly pushed her head back making it clash against the metal table and taking hold of her meaty thighs started to fuck her as fast as he could, attempting to reach his own orgasm. After 1 minute of violent and quick penetrations, Koril started to moan – “Uh... fuck... FUCK!” shouted sith and pushing inside one last time started to cum. Holding her toned thighs close to his chest sith released load after load in her sore and hurt depths. As the last droplets of his semen were spilled he dropped her thighs and pulled out. Legs remained spread after sith climbed off the table. She was a mess, her pubes were drenched in sweat and sith sperm while her lower lips were swollen and sticky with the same substance. Her vaginal opening was on full display as her birth canal couldn’t adjust itself that quickly after the rough treatment. Satele was breathing heavily and let out a whimper as she felt their combined spunk leak out of her slit and run down her inner thigh. Thought of getting impregnated by these pathetic beings was beyond sickening. While Koril was busy cleaning his limp dick, the next one was already in line and prepared for the action. “I want to try something else...” The blue skinned twi’lek said with hint of lust while pointing towards her defiled body. “Turn her around” Jori commanded and soon the other two complied to fix her bindings so she could be turned to her stomach. Satele let out a silent groan as now her belly was pressed against the cold steel table. Quickly getting behind her with his fully erect blue manhood in hand, Jori took hold of her hips and pulled her upwards so her rear was positioned higher than the rest of her body. “Aaaahhh...!” Satele growled in pain as the 3rd sith with no hesitation buried his rod in her ass. She had never had anal sex before which made this experience that much worse. Fresh tears ran down her face as sith took her last virginity. Grunting like a drunk animal in heat Jori continued to piston in her ass. Sweat poured down his forehead as his hips kept thrusting forward she was extremely tight. “What is it now?” the first rapist leaned close to her wet face, - “Never been taken in the ass before?” he smirked while seeing her bounce on the table. Gently patting her head – “I guess for everything there is a first time” he said and leaned against the wall to enjoy the sight. Meanwhile the sith felt himself getting close “Fuck... too tight, I don’t want to cum yet...” he struggled and quickly pulled out from her ass. Satele was all wet from sweat and tears, her breathing was heavy and she attempted to savour this ‘’free time’’ of not being penetrated by anything. But the break was short, she let out another groan as the sith had fully hilted himself in her vagina now. “Oh fuck... human females are different...” moaned twi’lek while fucking her in moderate pace. Due to her previous rough insertions her vagina wasn’t as tight as her ass which gave sith the reduced pressure for his dick her velvety walls still felt great. Picking up pace a bit he started to fuck her vagina more roughly. Her birth canal was filled with his comrades spunk and slight amount of her own forced lubrication which made the penetration very easy while also making very squishy noises. Her stretched hole was still smaller than the girth of the sith which still gave him good amount of stimulation. Satele’s eyes were half closed and she barely registered what was happening to her. Her vaginal area had become somewhat numb from all the pain and soreness. She could still feel how the sith moved inside of her but instead of specific thrusts she simply felt widespread soreness and stinging pain at times. Her loins started to sting again as she felt sith picking up speed rapidly. Biting her lip to absorb another wave of humiliation and pain she held herself together. Soon enough the sith started to groan and after couple more deep thrusts started to add his own deposit of white substance to her violated hole. “Take... this... you human bitch...” moaned twi’lek. Satele felt as another load was pouring into her and at this point she simply didn’t care anymore. With another grunt sith pulled out and climbed off the table. Satele kept laying in the same position with her rear lifted up, soon some of the mixed seed started to escape her slit staining her already drenched pubes and dripping down her inner thighs while hitting the table underneath. “Three down, two more to go” excitedly announced Jori while fixing his pants. The ones guarding Theron smiled and went to the Satele while other 3 surrounded Theron who appeared to be somewhere else in his mind. “Hell no...” one of the sith servants yelled. “I’m not sticking my dick in that it’s flowing with your cum” he complained and the rest taking notice nodded. “Fair enough” the first rapist responded and went to a box to pick up some clean tissues. Then an idea came to his mind and he turned towards Theron with a sadistic smirk. “Let him do the cleaning” he pointed towards the Theron and everyone started to laugh. Theron felt his handcuffs being removed and immediate push from behind made him land face first on the floor. A box of tissues were dropped next to his head. “Clean or die.” Sith simply stated. Theron weakly turned his head towards the box, then towards the sith. “Go fuck yourself you stupid idiots...” he murmured. In seconds one of the sith ignited his lightsaber and put it inches away from Satele’s neck. “Pardon?” sith asked in mocking tone. Theron was beyond furious and filled with sorrow but without saying a word he got up from the floor and picked up the box. Fighting the urge to vomit or to do something stupid, he started to clean Satele’s private parts. It was sickening and degrading thing to do. While cleaning her, several times his mind suggested him to simply end it all, just let them kill them both and be done with. Considering what his mother had went through there was no way she could fix herself from something like this but there was still hope... somewhere deeply buried but still breathing, hope... After few more tissues... “Ok that’s good enough.” Shouted one of the sith and the lightsaber above Satele’s neck got turned off. Then some invisible force pushed Theron back making him clash with the solid wall and slide down. As Theron with blurry vision looked up he saw how two remaining sith were removing Satele’s limp body from table while fondling her flesh. Keeping her hands locked behind her back, they roughly pushed her face first against the table conveniently facing Theron. Satele’s vacant face once again vibed in pain as the 4th sith started to take her. Sounds of flesh slapping echoed in the room as the grand master jedi was once again being roughly claimed. After way too long 5 minutes of grunting and flesh slapping sounds Theron saw under the table how white substance was dripping down between her slightly spread thighs, the deed was done once again. As the 4th sith had pulled out, Satele’s limp body was already starting to slide towards the floor but the last sith managed to catch her in time just to lift her back up and with fresh energy pound her defiled hole once again. After agonizing 3 more minutes the final sith reached his peak and after a proud roar filled her depths with his sperm. Then doing few more mocking thrusts with his semi-hard penis he pulled out and dropped her limp body on the floor. This part of nightmare was finally over. All 5 sith took their belongings and while cracking laughter and pulling jokes one by one left the room. As the doors beeped close Theron shifted his gaze towards his abused mother. She laid almost fully naked on the floor. Her body was sideways with her hands locked behind her back. Theron was no longer locked against the wall but his hands still were cuffed. Gulping down the fear and humiliation he started to crawl towards her. Picking up the tissues box on his way he approached her laying form. She smelled terribly, dried cum and sweat filled his nose. Theron knew that he had to clean her out of this mess once again for her own good so he picked up some tissues and went to her backside. The familiar sight of fresh cum leaking out of her abused slit made him stomach turn but he held back and tissue after tissue cleaned her while holding back a weep. If he had been stronger... this wouldn’t have happened. This thought never left his mind as he cleaned her abused body. After few more tissues her backside was cleaned at least where he could get to. And then he took her head in his lap and gently stroked her hair. “I’m so sorry...” he whispered while cleaning her face and the bleeding lip. Satele was unconsiouss but still alive, her chest was slowly lifting. After cleaning her lip he simply held her head in his lap and gently touched her cheeks. “I don’t care how... but I will get us both out of this... even if it would cost me my life...” whispered Theron and slowly drifted into a sleep.

Chapter 2 - Unforgettable Gift

Tyrande Whisperwind x human (m) (slight gore, hurt) The battle of Darkshore raged on night elf arrows flown through the darkness of the night seeking their targets. "Push them back!" shouted Tyrande while slicing the legs of a nasty looking orc making it roar in pain and kneel before ending his life with a precise cleave of her glaive. "Take out the healers first!" she motioned towards the clearing where multiple Horde priests and paladins were casting their spells to assist the aggressors in the battle. With a swift kick in the jaw the massive orc finally dropped dead in the grass. After giving it a quick glance of disgust Tyrande stepped over him and ran forward. Looking around she saw multiple duels going on. To her left – several elven sentinels were colliding their silver glaives against the maces and swords of vicious Horde forces. Hearing a sudden and rapid steps behind her she noticed pack of 3 druids in their cat forms charging forward to enter themselves in the battle. Like a lightning they charged passed her and with an angry roars jumped on their targets. Immediately loud screams and cries resonated in the shore as both cats had perfectly aimed for the necks of two unlucky Horde troops. Troll was eliminated instantly as fountain of his own blood gushed out of the deep wound inflicted by the vicious cat. Meanwhile blood elf was still struggling to fight off the assaulter but as more blood kept leaving his body the movements became slower and weaker before he went completely limp. Cat's face was all red with invaders blood but before he could spot his next target he howled in pain and fell to the ground. In the next moment his form changed back to a night elf male, his body limp and an arrow pointing out of his left side of a torso. Orc hunter cracked a laugh and shouted something in her own language before preparing to shoot another one. 2 remaining druids had noticed the fall of his friend and with renewed hate charged towards the hunter. War was cruel and there were no winners in it only what mattered was which side would suffer the least amount losses in the end. Tyrande knew that and biting her lip in determination kept running forward. Shifting her sight to the right – it wasn't looking as promising. The combined forces of night elves and humans including few dwarfs were getting decimated and pushed back. Several orcs accompanied by few blood elf casters, trolls and undead forces were pushing the right flank forward, threatening to break the defense line. Tyrande immediately knew that she had to run in aid and closely followed by some of her best archers turned to help them. Orc roared in fury as he was about to end a fallen dwarf but before his axe could reach his head several arrows including Tyrande's pierced his body. Big brute stumbled back but was quickly downed by a jumping sentinel slicing her glaive through his green neck. Suddenly forces evened out and both parties clashed once again. Tyrande kept firing and slicing everyone that got in her way the moon was shining brightly this night and that was a good sign that Elune was watching her. The battle raged on many more troops had fallen on both sides. As Tyrande pushed forward more bodies of elven sentinels and humans came into the view. As well as blood elves, orcs and occasional troll also lying nearby. It was a bloodbath but Alliance didn't ask for it they had to protect their land as much as possible. Tyrandes still saw the burning tree in her eyes and it gave her extra amount of hate as she kept slicing through the Horde forces who at this moment appeared to be attempting to start retreating. "Kill this Horde filth, show them no mercy as they haven't shown to us!" screamed Tyrande and cut down another troll while simultaneously kicking head off some undead rogue who attempted to backstab her. Meanwhile, 100 meters away Nathanos Blightcaller the champion and bodyguard of Sylvanas was observing the battle field. It wasn't looking good. Noticing a random troll quickly running towards him made him vibe in anger. "They are pushing us back mon... we cannot beat them, we have to retreat!" troll said while trying to regain his breath. Nathanos looked suspiciously calm "Not yet... say to the front line to hold their ground as best as they can..." he said and picked up his bow. Troll looked at him with wide eyes as he saw Nathanos picking up couple of black arrows in the hand and dipping them in some sort of liquid. Turning back to the troll he spoke – "I will take care of the High Priestess." And started to walk towards the battle field. Battlefield The hope was near, Tyrande could see the end of the Horde forces and it looked like they had nowhere to run. About 30 of Alliance troops were still alive and guiding her in the fight as she kept cleaving through the remaining Horde. "We have almost won! Push those bastards to hell!" Tyrande shouted and with new vigor humans and dwarfs roared as they clashed their axes and swords against almost fleeing Horde warriors. Some invaders were tripping over as they were pushed back by the Alliance, humans quickly ended their miserable lives. Sentinels focused forward and kept firing arrows while using their glaives in melee range. As they pushed forward one of the humans noticed a shifting shadow on the left side about 50 meters away from them between trees. It was inside the forest and difficult to spot but realization came quickly. Everything happened in seconds. Tyrande had just downed another orc and yelled in the air as his limp body was slowly falling to the ground. She was completely exposed for a moment and that was all he needed. In slow motion Tyrande heard someone scream her name before a sudden impact on her side made her go in a free fall. As she collided with the soft forest soil she saw a young man partially laying on her. Tyrande couldn't compute what had happened before she saw a black arrow sticking out of the back of the young lads shoulder. "No..." she softly whispered while holding the human close. A single drop of tear escaped her eye and slowly trickled down her purple cheek. It wasn't a random arrow it was meant for her and her heart specifically. Everything still happened in slow motion as Tyrande looked in the direction of the shot and noticed that man. "Nathanos..." she spat out as she saw him curse under his breath of the missed opportunity and her eyes filled with rage. "Kill that son of a whore!" Tyrande stood up with tears in her eyes and motioned her sentinels to eliminate the target. Remaining 9 archers in seconds put the arrows in their bows and shot right at the Nathanos position. His eyes went wide as he saw the volley of sharp arrows flying towards him he had to act quickly. "Shit!" he shouted out before dropping to the ground and rolling himself behind a tree. Several quick sounds of arrows piercing the tree ran through his ears. Meanwhile just few inches away 2 arrows passed him on both sides. It was a close one. Using his agility and athletism Nathanos rolled to the side and quickly disappeared from the view. Meanwhile Horde forces were on a full retreat now. Turning her head from the forest to the clearing she saw that Horde was already 100 meters away and kept increasing distance as they fleed. Some of the arrows still managed to reach their targets and few Horde troops fell on the ground far away but soon enough they left the firing area and unnatural silence took over the shore. Tyrande looked around. There were few moving Alliance troops who immediately got attention from the healers. The Horde ones appeared to be all dead or they pretended to be. Emotions ran through her once more and she quickly turned back to the shot human who saved her life. Shifting her battle dress aside she got on her knees and put an arm on the human. Her heart skipped a beat – he was still alive. "My champion..." was all the human heard before it went dark. Several hours later "am I dead...?" was his first thought as he saw light attempting to pierce his closed eyes. After a moment of hesitation he opened them. Instantly being greeted by the moon that shined right on him. It was visible through a precisely cut hole in the ceiling and that made him realize that he was no longer on the battlefield. The ceiling looked like a fabric of pure white color. Slowly tilting his head sideways he noticed that he was indeed lying in a white themed tent. The bed underneath him was also very comfortable and soft. Switching his gaze towards his feet his breath stopped "Tyrande..?" he weakly pushed out. Next to his feet on the side of the bed was sitting Tyrande Whisperwind herself. Hearing him call her name she turned towards him and with a warm smile put her hand on his thigh. "Yes, I'm here." Softly squeezing his thigh. Human couldn't understand what was going on and got very confused. "Wha.. why am I here? In your personal tent?" he stammered out with clear nervousness. Tyrande sighed and sat a bit higher to him next to his waist this time resting her hand on his lifting chest. "You intercepted arrow that was meant for me..."she calmly spoke holding back her emotions. "Essentially you saved my life." Young humans eyes went wide as the memories of the battlefield rushed into his head. Looking at his chest he saw several bandages around the front and back of his shoulder which was viciously pierced by Nathanos arrow. Looking at the High priestess he wanted to say something but was interrupted by her – "What is your name champion?" she asked. Young human gulped saliva in his dry throat, "My name is Nathan... Nathan Pierce your highness..." Tyrande smiled. "Nathan... very beautiful name, nice sounding even for us – night elves"said Tyrande and observed his lying form. "How many years you have Nathan? You look to me to be very young." Nathan slowly nodded. "I turned 18 last month, your highness..." Tyrandes heart sunk as she heard those words. He had barely dipped into the adult hood and his life could end any minute. Turning her head away she whispered in a sad tone "You don't have to keep formalities here Nathan. You can simply call me Tyrande." Noticing her sudden change of tone made Nathan uneasy. "What's wrong? What happened?" he asked with a trembling voice. Tyrande looked towards him but refused to make eye contact. "We... I... did everything we could but we couldn't stop the poison. Nathanos had modified it to repell any type of healing and even our best healers or allies among shamans and warlocks couldn't figure out how to counter it..." Nathan felt as if bucket of cold water was splashed all over him. "I'm... I'm dying?" he stammered out. Tyrande looked him in the face and her own eyes were filling with tears. "I'm very sorry..." she nodded and gently hugged the lying human. Nathan didn't even register how Tyrande hugged him, except the pleasant earthy fragrance of her emerald hair touched his nose. "I'm still a virgin..." he silently whispered to which Tyrande slowly pushed back to hear, keeping her warm hand on his chest. "What did you say Nathan?" she softly asked. Gulping down another wave of saliva he looked into her eyes. "I have never... slept with a woman. I don't want to die like this." He said and tears started to run down his cheeks. "Nathan..." Tyrande started but got interrupted. "Since I was little... I was always intrigued about night elve culture. It was fascinating to me how close you were to nature and the abilities of some of your people to be able to shapeshift..." Tyrande kept listening while gently stroking his chest. "And more importantly... I was interested in you." Tyrandes hand stopped but after a moment continued her action. "How exactly Nathan?" she whispered in a soft tone. Feeling a bit more nervous now he felt his cheeks starting to heat up or maybe it was from the poison who knows. "I've read that you were Elune's chosen... the only being in whole Azeroth that had received goddesses blessing and favor... it fascinated me." Tyrande warmly smiled an brushed his hair off his eyes. "Not only that... I find your strong personality and leadership skills very convincing and truth to be told..." he swallowed again and made eye contact with her. "It made you very desirable in my eyes..."Nathan coughed and moved a bit. The pain in shoulder had returned. Tyrande blushed a bit after hearing these words from the young lad. But her face quickly turned to concerned to see him in sudden pain, he didn't have much time left. "Thank you for the kind words Nathan, I really appreciate it" she said and leaned over to give a chaste kiss on his forehead. As she pulled back her other hand found his cheek and gently touched it. "You will be remembered my brave hero, I will make sure about it" fresh tears appeared in her eyes but she quickly brushed them away. "Tyrande... I want to feel woman, please..." he weakly stammered out and slightly blushing by his own forwardness. It took Tyrande by a surprise but she slowly nodded and stood up. "I will bring one of my sentinels, she will service you..." Tyrande said and started to walk away "You have earned it my champion" But before she could leave the tent... "Wait..." Nathan weakly stammered and Tyrande looked back. Seeing how Nathan was stretching his arm in her direction she returned to the bed and took his hand. "I want... I want it to be you..." he whispered. Tyrandes heart skipped a beat. And a wave of guilt washed over her. "Nathan..." she slowly spoke. "I... I can't fulfill this wish" she said and sat next to him once again. "Why?" Nathan looked at her with wet eyes. Tyrande swallowed and sighed. "I'm a married woman Nathan... I cannot lie with other men... no matter what the situation is..." Nathan turned his head to the opposite direction and sobbed. "I'm sorry for asking something so stupid, please forgive me..." Tyrande gently caressed his face. "Don't apologize... Nathan, I understand..." she said and stood up, leaving the sobbing mess of the young lad crying in the bed. Tyrande was heart broken, she couldn't leave him like this. Looking up she saw the moon as it shined upon her and Nathan. "It's his only hope." She heard a voice in her head. Tyrande was shocked and didn't move for a good minute. After awhile she sighed. Suddenly Nathan felt the weight in the bed shifting and a soft silk like material gliding over his exposed legs. His heart skipped a beat and he turned his head to look what was happening. Nathan was petrified as he saw Tyrande clad in her mooncloth robe sitting above his knees and looking at the moon. Averting her gaze from the moon she looked deeply into the Nathan's eyes. His heart was racing like crazy with eyes wide open. "I will grant you your wish, now lay back and I will take care of everything..." she silently said and started to pull down is underwear. Nathan instinctively pushed himself up a bit to help her get rid of this clothing. His average human penis appeared in the few and made him blush a bit. However Tyrande appeared not to have any reaction at all, she was taking this very seriously. Not saying a word she gently took his penis and balls in her hands and started to stroke it. He was very small for night elf standards but it should work out. Tyrande kept massaging his balls and with 3 fingers stroking his still somewhat limp penis. Nathan was so nervous that it made it hard for him to get erection also poison was doing its deed too. "I'm sorry... I..." he stammered out to which Tyrande looked at him and warmly smiled. "Don't worry about it, lay back and close your eyes." She said and Nathan quickly nodded doing just that. He let out a soft gasp as he felt his dick being engulfed in something wet and warm. "Holy shit..." Nathan said to himself. Tyrande was sucking him off, or atleast attempted to. But soon the blood started to reach his reproductive organ and he felt himself hardening inside her mouth. Occasional squishy sounds echoed in the room as Tyrande kept doing oral sex to him. Nathan started to moan as now his almost fully erect penis was getting sucked on by night elf leader. "Tyrande..." he stammered out to which she removed her mouth from his penis and looked at him while her hand still stroked it gently. "Yes?" she calmly replied. "Can I... can I return the favor?" he whispered. Tyrande lifted her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she asked now slightly slowing down her stroking. "Can I? I mean... I want to taste you." He said and felt himself reddening like crazy. Tyrande was taken a back by his comment but nodded. After all it would be only fair. "Alright..." she said and carefully turned around on the bed with her backside towards him. Nathan gulped as he saw her gathering the mooncloth robe around her waist. Eventually exposing her strong purple thighs and thick butt. "Guide me with your hands so I don't end up smothering you." She said and continued to crawl closer. Nathan put his hands on both sides of her hips and pushed her closer to his face. She wasn't wearing any panties... Nathan was so nervous. He was 2 inches away from her purple slit. Looking a bit down he saw that she also had a nice patch of emerald hair down there, however everything around her lips were perfectly smooth and hairless. His mouth started to water. He leaned closer and immediately felt her musky scent. It was quite powerful and he had no idea that females would smell so potently down there. Gulping down he gently took hold of her hips for leverage and leaned forward to ran his tongue over her vaginal lips. Nathan noticed how her whole body tensed in the moment of contact. She was definitely sensitive down there. Meanwhile focusing on her main task Tyrande took his hard penis in her mouth once again. "Aaah..." Nathan moaned as the familiar feeling of pleasure entered his mind. Trying to switch his brain to something else he leaned back into her snatch and this time pushed his tongue between her purple lips. It tasted a bit sour and earthy but the action itself made him crave more. Taking a deeper breath he started to lick her vagina. "Mhmm" Tyrande softly murmured while sucking his dick. Nathan's tongue was tickling her down there and at times it spiked in sudden bursts of pleasure making her whole body contract. Meanwhile Nathan was in trance. More and more his tongue got dipped in her juices as he continued to lick her. Growing more impatient he used his thumbs to spread open her slit. Light purple hole appeared in his view that was occasionally contracting and more of the familiar scent filled his nostrils. Without much thinking he dove in again and pushed his tongue as deep as he could. Tyrande felt herself getting more moist and it was good. She had to be wet for them to have sex. Enjoying the pleasant feeling Nathan was inflicting on her she kept stroking and licking his dick. Now being fully erect he was about 13cm long which was still not that much but Tyrande knew that it will be enough for her and his thickness was ok too. Nathan moaned as more of Tyrandes fluids started to gather in his mouth. He got used to her sour taste that it no longer felt as strong and as more fluids got released from her vagina it started to taste quite pleasant actually. After 1 minute Tyrande felt like she was dripping, her body was ready to have him. *slurp* *slurp* *gulp* Nathan kept eating her out. It felt like drinking from the fountain of youth. She only grew more wet. After one last lick she pushed herself away from his face and turned towards him once more. His penis stood fully erect and Nathan with burning cheeks observed how the tall night elf priestess was once again pulling up her dress. Suddenly she sighed and completely took off her robe. "It will only get in the way..." she said and carefully folded it next to her in the bed. Nathan gulped as he now saw her in all her glory. Long emerald hair ending at her hips, soft purple skin and thick muscular thighs on both sides of his waist. Her average sized breasts were looking extremely cute. As his eyes wandered down he almost fainted as the beautiful trimmed patch of emerald pubes was just above her slit. Her vagina was inches away from his hard rod, few droplets of her juices ran down her inner thigh. Sight was beyond lewd. Tyrande looked at him and smiled. She knew how difficult it must be for this young guy to take all of this in at once. Leaning closer she gave a soft kiss on his forehead and gently caressed his cheek. "I need you to calm down now relax your body, I will do it slowly." She said and returned to her previous position slowly stroking his cock to maintain his erection. "It will be better if you close your eyes at least for the start..." she whispered and Nathan nodded. He heard a spat and felt more saliva being applied on his penis. Then bed shifted a bit again and he tensed. He felt something wet and warm touching his penis. Pulling his hands in knuckles he held himself strong, he couldn't afford to cum in a moment like this. "Aaah..." Nathan moaned as he felt his penis sinking deeper into the warmth. Feeling was intense... her vagina hugged him from all the sides and occasionally squeezing tighter. Now both of them moaned in unison as Tyrande fully took his entire length. There was no way for him to reach her cervix but the feeling was still amazing. Tyrande felt him tense and immediately stopped, also doing her best to avoid clenching her vagina. It would be very bad if he came instantly. "Shh... it's alright..." she softly whispered while sliding her hands over his lifting and tense chest. Nathan nodded and felt himself getting more relaxed and more familiar with the feeling of being inside her. Tyrande decided to avoid using her vaginal muscles at least for now so he could get used to the feeling. In this way her birth canal wasn't as tight and therefore didn't apply too much pressure on his penis. Very carefully the tall night elf priestess lifted herself up and down his young rod it looked very sensual and peaceful. Her hands roamed his chest as she kept moving above him. Meanwhile Nathan was moaning all the time. The lack of speed was enough to prevent him from cumming but the feeling was simply indescribable. Tyrande lifted her head to look at the moon as if counting a prayer as she kept riding the young human boy. Nathan noticed her chanting some words and decided not to interrupt. Despite her not using her vaginal muscles Nathan still felt enormous amount of pleasure as his hard dick kept sinking into her hot and drenched silk tunnel. After another minute of slow riding and word chanting Tyrande turned her head towards Nathan and warmly smiled. "Cum for me boy..." and with a grin she clenched her vagina around his dick making him moan in sudden pleasure. Nathan looked at her in surprise. Tyrande took hold of his hands and put them on her hips. "Let it all out sweety... whenever you are ready." She gasped and while not breaking eye contact started to ride him harder. "Fuck..." Nathan stammered while having his hands gripping her motherly hips. She had started to move up and down a lot faster and her vagina came to life squeezing him like crazy in attempts to milk him out of his seed. Young boy was getting dizzy in pleasure. The sight of this night elf beauty riding him was something else. He could barely hold his eyes open as bed creaked and moved under their weight. Tyrande had her long emerald hair fully laid down to the side while her hips and knees showed amazing levels of stamina as she kept moving up and down his erection on a rapid pace. Sounds of slapping flesh became audible in the tent. Nathan was extremely close at this point and the only thing preventing him from straight up errupting in her was the occasional pain from the poison and his nervousness. Tyrande was starting to sweat this was like a cardio training for her. Looking down at the young stud it looked like he was in pure ecstasy. "Nathan..." she gasped while bouncing her hips in his lap. "You.. told me.. that..." she had to let out a moan of her own, it was getting too good even for her. "You found me... desirable..." she continued and brushed sweat off of her forehead. "You... saved my life..." Tyrande kept riding him now adding more rotation movement. "Then fill me... fill me up... my champion..." she let out another gasp and leaned forward to hug Nathan while still fucking herself on his pole. Nathan held her close as she kept fucking him, her pussy appeared to have become even more vicious in her attempts to milk him. Next thing put Nathan over the edge. "Release your seed in me champion, you have earned this..." Tyrande sensually whispered in his ear. She yelped in surprise as Nathan put his hands on her backside and started to meet her thrusts. "Aaaah..." Tyrande moaned as their combined movement made him sink deeper into her folds. Now it was Tyrandes time to gasp and moan as Nathan used her backside as leverage to piston into her from beneath. Like a metronome Nathan slammed himself inside the High Priestess. She was barely holding herself together, her vagina was already leaking on the crotch of the young human. Nathan started to grunt "Tyra... Tyrande... I'm cumming!" he shouted out as his dick violently slammed inside her drenched slit. "Do it! Fill me up... aaaah!" Tyrande screamed as the last time his balls slapped against her cunt and the familiar feel of warmth flooding her insides. Nathan kept holding her in a very tight hug as he felt his balls releasing more and more spunk into her depths. His body jerked after each wave of his seed leaving. For a whole minute there was a complete silence aside from heavy breathing as both partners slowly got off their pleasure wave. "Good boy... you filled me up so much..." Tyrande silently whispered while gasping for air. Nathan couldn't even reply he was somewhere else. After few seconds light in the tent intensified and Nathan lost consciousness. He felt peace and complete harmony so this is it, he had finally died. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a squeeze of his left hand. Nathan's eyes sprang open. It was the same tent as before. He turned his head to the left and noticed Tyrande holding his hand but this time she had a huge smile on her face, almost radiating. She had also managed to dress up, the same mooncloth robe from before was gorgeously flowing on her slender form. "am I finally dead or what?" Nathan asked to which tears of happiness left Tyrandes cheeks. "No sweety... you are far from that." She said and pointed towards his chest. Nathan looked down and instantly sat up. There were no bandages and his skin looked perfect as nothing have happened. "But.. how?!" Nathan rapidly kept touching his shoulder on both sides but nothing, he couldn't feel a single sting of pain. He stopped his movements as Tyrandes hands found his cheek and her soft fingers calmed him down. "It appears that Elune have found another favorite" she leaned in and kissed his forehead. After a kiss Nathan looked at her mindboggled. The warm smile of her returned. "That makes two of us" she said and stood up, Nathan still tracing her movements. "You need to rest... at least mentally." She said and started to walk towards exit. Stopping just before it. "Besides... I need a bath" Tyrande said and looked back giving him a naughty look. "I'm still filled with your stuff" she giggled and left the tent. Nathan kept looking like braindead – "What the hell?"

Chapter 4 - Sona

Sona (default appearance) The Great City of Demacia was truly an outstanding sight to uphold. Gigantic sized monoliths and statues across the city built from pearl white stone bricks that reflected sunlight made her gasp in amazement. Sona Buvelle was her name as with excitement the young woman walked through the busy city.  There were many places to observe and she wasn’t even sure if she would have time to look at them all. The Hall of Valor, where fallen demacian warriors were remembered for their sacrifice. The Temple of the Lightbringers and The Great Plaza of Demacia City, where its rulers got appointed following the enormous masses of cheers by the people attending the event.  Her trip would end in another location of huge importance - The Citadel of Dawn, Palace of Jarvan III. She was understandably nervous but excited upon receiving the invitation from the upcoming king - the heir of Jarvan III to come and perform her arts to the royalties and the local folk as well. Sona’s fame preceded her as she was known for her magically soothing etwahl playing skills. There were not many artists who were playing on this ancient instrument, but those who did didn’t come even close to the skills Sona possessed. There was something magical in her performances that left the crowds craving more and the ability of her music to calm their bodies and relax their mind was on par with a drug that people couldn’t stop wanting more. Gathering her royal blue colored dress she started to climb the seemingly endless stairs leading to the palace. Her instrument alongside her belongings had already been delivered to her reserved chambers in the palace so she wouldn’t have to be buried in bags while exploring the city. With cheeks slightly flushed and breathing ragged she finally managed to get to the top. Noticing her state a guard immediately walked up to her - “I’m sorry miss, are you alright?” he asked and Sona simply nodded and pointed towards the gorgeous ornamented white doors.  “I’m sorry miss, but the palace is closed at the moment in the preparation of the event” the guard responded, causing Sona to roll her eyes. She rapidly started to show off her hands, making weird shapes and combinations in an attempt to explain the situation. Meanwhile, the guard stared at her hands not understanding what was going on. Luckily for both of them the massive doors got unlocked and started to slide open.  “You buffoon… let this woman in right now!” a heavily armored man marched out of the castle causing the guard to immediately fix his stance.  Armored man immediately went up to the Sona and took her hand to kiss it. “Miss Buvelle… I sincerely apologise for this misunderstanding” giving an irritated stare to his fellow soldier. As he gently led the woman in. “Do you have any idea who she is? She is Sona Buvelle, the artist who Prince Jarvan IV invited personally to perform tonight, I thought you were briefed on today's proceedings?!” Xin Zhao lectured the man who was clearly being in heavy distress right now. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again!” he shouted back to which his superior nodded. “Good. I know it won’t” nodding with respect he quickly followed Sona who was beginning to admire the view of the palace’s main corridor.  “I apologise, I didn’t have enough time to introduce myself properly...” he spoke and bowed respectively, switching Sona’s attention to him. “My name is Xin Zhao, I am the Captain of Prince’s royal guard unit.” Relief and understanding flourished on the young maidens face as she immediately started to move her hands, but the Captain gently touched them, causing her to stop. “It’s alright miss, I’ve been informed that you are mute, but unfortunately I don’t know the sign language so for now just follow me so I can lead you to your chambers. All your belongings have been transported there already and right away I will send you a person who will be able to communicate with you, will that be ok with you?” Sona immediately nodded and a smile appeared on her face. “Good.” smiled Xin Zhao and both proceeded along the corridor. Marketplace  Mumbles and whispers echoed behind the creature as it moved through the busy and loud market.  Fast paced steps leaving small boot prints in the sand as the short assassin marched forward.  “Freaking humans...” he mumbled as more staring followed his small form. Demacians had heard about different races in Runeterra, but seeing yordle up close was truly weird. They were extremely rare on their own and to have one march through one of the busiest cities in the whole Runeterra was beyond unorthodox.  Not paying attention to the impolite humans and their chatter, Teemo turned towards a small alleyway and disappeared into the darkness. Putting down his compact backpack he fished out a small picture. A beautiful young woman with an instrument and a warm smile on her face. “The Maven of Strings, we shall meet soon.” a grin spread on his furry face as the picture was stuffed back into the bag and the silent assassin disappeared. Castle (royal guest chambers) Her wavy blue hair was completely gorgeous. With a slow and steady hand Sona brushed them while smiling in satisfaction. She had taken a quick bath and now were sitting wrapped in a towel in front of a mirror while attending her hair and admiring her beauty.  Sona wasn’t a narcissist, but it wasn’t often she had access to properly see herself in the mirror. Constant travelling and performing was tiring for her but it was the life she had chosen. Being able to perform and make common people happy with her musical performances was simply priceless. Taking a quick glance at the doorway she stood up and checked the door handle to make sure the doors were properly locked. After confirming it being the case she returned to the tall mirror in the corner and slowly unwrapped the towel. Innocent shyness creeped into her head as the towel had dropped on the floor and Sona was now standing completely bare for the world to see. Despite her age of just 20 years she was gifted with an insanely large bust. Shyly cupping her tits, her hands were barely able to hold them. They had to be a solid F cup at least as she gently squeezed them to examine in front of the mirror.  What made the whole situation even more ridiculous was that she wasn’t that tall, being only at 168cm(5’6) and at 70kg she was a bit more curvy than an ordinary farm girl would have been, however no one could deny that huge chunk of that weight came indeed from her boobs. Taking a glance lower she saw her gorgeous looking bush, matching her hair color, but being in a hint of lighter tone she was completely natural down in her nether region. While growing up Sona wasn’t particularly interested in guys as most of her time was spent playing various instruments, eventually ending up with etwahl and mastering it.  However there was no trouble in her mind to recognize her assets and understand that her body would be deemed attractive to most men if not all of them. Sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts as she rushed to cover herself with the towel. “Miss Sona, the show is about to start in 30 minutes, just wanted to make sure you are not late.”  Letting out a groan she sat on the bed and fell on the back while stretching her body, it was time to perform. Castle (The Throne Room) Round of applause followed her elegant movement as the young, blue haired maiden approached her instrument that was already put in the center of the make-shift stage facing the royalties and the highest of the society.  Her royal, long blue dress flowed on her magnificent form as she came to the stop and gracefully sat down in preparation to play. Making a quick glance forward her eyes were met with an excited Prince and his mistress, next to them famous characters like Garen and Luxanna the Crownguards were also attending. Behind them the already familiar face of Xin Zhao, guarding the royalties to make sure that there would be no surprises.  Underneath at least 100 men and women dressed in seemingly fancy evening gowns and suits, indicating their wealth and or importance to the Demacia and the royal family. But it wasn’t arrogance or pride that was shimmering on their faces - a genuine anticipation and excitement to see the famous artist perform in front of their eyes. Sona had no issue with it, this kind of crowd deserved to fully enjoy her breathtaking etwahl playing skills. And so it started… Fingers lightly floated over the strings, creating an aura of elegance around the artist and her instrument. A light touch and indescribable melody ringed through the audience's ears, followed by audible gasps and cheers as her hands moved around the instrument, creating unique and amazing sequences of sounds that left even the royal family stunned. Luxanna was visibly blushing with hand in front of her mouth as her sorceress's mind attempted to comprehend how this melody flowed through her body. Men in the royal family held themselves more professionally, doing their best to not show too much excitement as it would be deemed unorthodox, however their hearts were pumping with increased intensity as they were also taken by the magical sounds and melody produced by this Maven of Strings. The performance went on for about 30 minutes, half way through the crowd was already hypnotized and collectively danced in the rhythm as absolute euphoria was flowing through their systems.  By the time the performance ended the crowd had completely melted. It started with the prince himself who stood up from his throne and started to applaud loudly, closely followed by the rest of royalties and the crowd. Sona was blushing and stood up just to respectively bow to the prince and the audience. Loud clapping was replaced by cheers of happiness and approval as everyone was feeling ecstatic. Their minds still didn’t have time to properly recover from such a masterpiece, but their bodies felt pleased beyond belief.  Giving a heartfelt goodbye Sona left the stage. She was immediately met with her personal interpreter whose face was glowing in happiness. “Sona… you are simply outstanding… there is truly something magical about you!” she spoke, barely holding her excitement. The comment made Sona blush even more - “You flatter me, I’m just trying to deliver the best performance I can.” Sona responded in sign language. Interpreter chuckled - “No girl, you are truly special. But I won’t keep you any longer. You are probably tired and want some privacy, or perhaps a bath?” Sona quickly nodded to her and both proceeded down the corridor. “I already had a bath ordered for you and fresh clothes.” Interpreter said as they had arrived at her temporary royal guest apartments. Sona nodded and already opened the door. “Just knock on the door if you need anything my dear. Guards will be stationed next to you for your security and in case you want something to be done. I will come right away!” she spoke with passion to which Sona simply nodded and gave her a warm smile.  “Alright. Take your time, tomorrow the royal family will expect you to join them for breakfast. I hope you are not planning to disappear over the night?” interpreter said jokingly to which Sona giggled and shook her head.  “Not planning to. I will gladly accept this invitation.” She responded with her hands and with a quick nod the interpreter moved away.  Locking the doors behind her Sona exhaled. Her performance was only 30 minutes long, but the anticipation and nervosity took its toll and now her royal blue dress was uncomfortably clinging on her moist body.  ‘I guess bath it is...’ she thought to herself as she went to the mirror to untie her 2 long braids that she had fixed for the performance, letting her full hair rest on her body freely. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly an audible crack startled Sona as she quickly turned towards the window. It had sprung open and wind was starting to annoyingly invade her cozy apartment. Opening it completely she leaned forward. Strong gusts hitting in her face as she observed the view. She was high upon the mountain making the city underneath look insignificant. Not being able to sustain the chilling weather anymore, cold shivers ran through her body as she leaned back and firmly locked the window closed. As she turned around her face paled. Something, rather someone was in the room with her, looking straight at her. It looked terrifying, clad in some sort of bodysuit and its head was covered with something that could resemble a mask of some sort.  Sona tried to scream, but due to her curse not even a slightest pitch came out of her mouth. The weird, short creature suddenly started to clap.  “Very impressive. Very impressive indeed...” it said in a distorted voice as it didn’t move not even an inch. “This won’t be necessary.” it spoke and after a few clicks the mask came off revealing a furry smug face.  Sona’s facial expression changed from fear to confusion as she stared down at the much shorter humanoid.  “How impolite from me.” he spoke and bowed to her. “My name is Teemo, at your service...” he mocked the last part.  Sona had no idea what to do. What was this thing and how did it even get into this room was the only thing in her mind. “I have to say that your skills are truly amazing. Got me all tickling” he smirked and slowly moved forward. Sona didn’t know what he meant, but his intentions couldn’t be good, after all he basically invaded her privacy and now was making suspicious advances towards her. Not hesitating anymore she quickly rushed towards the doors. Teemo exhaled as if predicting her movement - “I wouldn’t do that...” he muttered just before the young woman groaned on the floor as the invisible wire tripped her. Sona started to cough as the sudden impact on her ribcage resonated through her upper body. Her vision was quickly obstructed by the little invader. “Listen to me...” he whispered and leaned closer to her face. “I know plenty of things about you, including the fact that you are mute, which is unfortunate, however I have to admit that is very beneficial for my intentions” he smirked and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. Dread filled her eyes as she groaned in pain, got to her knees and started crawling towards the door. Her dress somewhat mitigated the roughness of the floor as she came closer to her target. “It’s pointless...” Teemo groaned as the young woman started to mess with the lock just to realize that it wasn’t opening. “No one is gonna hear you...” Teemo annoyingly phrased as he was filling up his syringe. Meanwhile Sona started pounding on the door with all her might in attempts to have anyone hear her calls for help. “And the guards by this time should be seeing their 2nd dream already...” Teemo continued as he sprayed a bit of liquid out to make sure that there was no air left in the syringe. Sona’s violent assault on the locked door was interrupted by a sudden bite like pain in her lower thigh, quickly followed by a lukewarm liquid entering her body. She quickly took a glance behind her to see the little invader emptying his syringe in her leg.  Sona was beyond terrified, survival instinct took over and she quickly turned around in an attempt to fight the yordle. Meanwhile Teemo stepped back slowly as if preparing to duel with an angry bull.  Starting to feel the effect, as her body became less responsive, she launched herself at the Teemo.  He was too fast and sidestepped her advance, causing the young woman to stumble and fall chest first on the bed. Sona groaned as her knees absorbed most of the impact, colliding with the cold and firm castle’s floor.  She tried to lift herself up, just to find out that she couldn’t. Her arms were resting on the bed, however she had no control over them.  Meanwhile her knees were still outside the bed on the floor as she had bent herself over in her lame attempt of tackling the yordle.  Teemo observed the view and chuckled maniacally. “Gosh… girl. You do like to make it easy for me don’t you?” he laughed while enjoying the sight.  Sona’s upper body and her center of mass was firmly laying in the bed as her lower body was outside, still braced on her hurting knees. She had managed to put herself in a very compromising position.  “I guess it’s time to unwrap the gift, shall we?” she heard him speak behind her back, only making the young woman more terrified. She felt her dress being lifted up, exposing her thick thighs to her assailant. “Oh my...” Sona felt utterly humiliated as her garment was pushed even higher. Teemo felt himself stiffening, as her huge, round butt was revealed to him. This woman had the biggest hips he had ever seen. Teemo licked his lips as her casual looking white underwear was the only remaining obstacle in his way. She couldn’t scream for help or make any sound whatsoever while being in a deep distress.  Sona twitched in shock upon feeling his face against her tight panties.  He was hardening rapidly, the soft feeling of her mound and the scent was driving him insane. Every woman was unique, but something was different with this one. Her scent was simply outstanding, the little pervert couldn’t stop inhaling it while pushing and probing his face against her warm, pantyclad pussy. Sona was crying, it was the only action she was able to do, nothing else she had control over. She was still a virgin and something dreadful creeping into her consciousness said that it’s about to change. Meanwhile Teemo’s erection had gone from bad to worse, causing him to discard his suit completely to relieve the pressure. Immediately afterwards he started to lick her exposed thighs, causing Sona to weep, he was acting like an animal in heat who only saw her as an sex object, something to climb on, nothing more. Not being able to hold himself at bay anymore he roughly tore her panties away, causing Sona to groan in sudden pain.  A loud whistle resonated in the room as Teemo’s eyes laid upon her plump pussy. “Damn… girl...” he lustly whispered as his hand found its way to her bush and started to touch it. “You let yourself go big time...” he huskily said as his levels of adrenaline were peaking. After having his fun with her pubic hair he leaned to her bare mound and inhaled deeply, she smelled absolutely divine and was ripe for taking. Sona flinched as his tongue roughly parted her labia, sending sandpaper like feelings through her body.  Her assailant didn’t seem to mind as the moans and groans of his approval kept echoing in the room as his tongue started to dive deeper into her pussy. Sona’s heart was pounding fast and hard as she was being stripped from her honor and the perverse nature of what was happening to her.  For at least 5 minutes Teemo feasted on her pussy, making sure that his tongue got everywhere and properly savoured her unique taste. It was time for the main event. Luckily for her compromising position he was able to properly align himself with her opening. Sona had stopped weeping, instead her stare was empty, mindlessly looking at the bed frame as something warm and solid was pressing against her wet lower lips. “Aaah… shiiiit...” Teemo grunted as his painful erection started to disappear in her curvy backside. Sona’s heart skipped a beat as her body was being invaded. Even though she was completely drenched in his saliva, it quickly started to become very unpleasant and even painful. “What the....” Teemo looked down in confusion as his relatively small prick was only half way in, yet he couldn’t go any deeper. Not understanding what it was all about he grabbed her hips and with all his might pushed forward. High pitched noise came out of Sona’s mouth as a new stream of tears like waterfall escaped her already sore eyes. Her whole body started convulsing as Teemo’s prick overcame the obstacle and fully entered in her depths. Teemo was in the state of a mix of shock and confusion as his fully erected dick kept pulsating deep into the maven’s vagina. Something warm started to touch the tip of his cock so he quickly pulled out. “Blood...” he whispered, while observing his still erected dick. His eyes went to her lower lips, that were slightly parted now and few more droplets of the same color landed on her dress next to her feet. “Holy shit… you were a virgin...” he muttered and shock quickly turned into excitement. Sona was breathing heavily. Her pussy was hurting badly, the sudden loss of her virginity didn’t even register to her yet as it was burning with soreness. “Now that will be a story to tell! First time with a yordle, Oh my oh my...” he muttered and aligned himself with her opening once more. “Ready or not, here I go!” just before Sona could understand what he meant another sharp stab landed between her legs. This time Teemo wasn’t holding back. Like an uncaged animal he started pounding the poor girl, using her deflowered hole as his personal fucktoy. Sona was experiencing an insane amount of pain, her vocal cords would be beyond busy screaming and groaning right now as her already sore vagina was being assaulted so brutally if not for the fact that she was mute. Instead high pitched sounds came out of her as the bed was starting to rock by the sheer intensity of his thrusts. At first Teemo groaned in slight discomfort as her passage was quite dry to start with, however his saliva and now the remaining of the blood in her tunnel provided the very needed lubrication for him to maintain his demonic assault. Sona closed her eyes as his hands gripped her hips harder just to use as leverage to pound into her more and more. Thankfully to her he wasn’t as big as humans, otherwise her vagina could have been literally torn apart, however even this size made sure that her whole experience was filled with constant pain and soreness. Meanwhile Teemo’s mind was clouded by the perversity of the whole thing. He had never had a virgin before, the thought itself made him almost lose control. The realization slowly seeped in - he was fucking a beatiful human female who was a virgin!  “Oh fuck!” Teemo’s thoughts made him lose control as his dick had fully swollen in preparation of release.  Sona choked on her tears as something warm spurted inside her sore pussy. Teemo behind her was moaning in pleasure as his dick kept twitching inside her raw depths, releasing more of his yordle cum with each pulse.  His head landed on her ass cheeks, dick slipping out of her already dripping hole, as his heart was racing like crazy. He couldn’t believe that he had messed up like this. This woman made him lose control, he couldn’t live with that knowledge. Irritation took over as he quickly went to his backpack and fished out a potion. Meanwhile Sona’s mind was in absolute breakdown. She couldn’t yet understand what had been done to her, so she eavesdropped on what the yordle was doing instead. A sound of drinking, followed by a loud crash on the floor as the glass vial got destroyed. Feeling his hand on her cheek once more Sona tensed.  She wasn’t ready for more pain like this, but what followed she didn’t expect. “I’m not that bad you know…”Teemo murmured while stroking his dick which had already grown as hard as before, liquid clearly helped in gaining his erection back. Feeling it pressed against her cum soaked pussy once more making Sona weep in anticipation of what was about to happen. “You beat me in my own game so I have to punish you. I just have to...” he spoke and started to apply lubricant to his cock. Sona’s eyes sprang open as she felt his lubed finger on her asshole. “Need to make this more pleasant for both of us” he murmured as Sona tried her best to dodge his fingers, but to no effect as the drug in her system was still preventing her from any movement whatsoever. “Here... we... go...” Teemo exhaled followed by another high pitched cry for help as his fully erect prick fully breached her tight ass. “Oh fuck...” he moaned as her rectum happened to be even tighter than her deflowered pussy.  Sona was losing her mind, this pain was different but nonetheless a mix of sore and stretching gave her the already familiar mixture of complete torture.  “You like this?!” Teemo moaned feeling his hard dick being roughly squeezed by her muscles in attempts to push the invader out. There was no gentleness in his actions as he gripped her hips harder, even kneading into her flesh just to hold himself in place to increase the power of his thrusts as his dick kept plowing into her tight cavity. This torture went on for 10 whole minutes. She had stopped crying and instead mindlessly stared at the bed frame with foam coming out of her mouth. Her pussy had overcome the soreness feeling, but now her ass was the one being on constant fire. She was being used like some tavern wench, a whore whose job it was to get fucked daily by various customers. But Sona wasn’t like that. Just an hour ago she was still a virgin, a pure girl who would have given her virginity to someone who she would have seen as a potential candidate for husband. Instead this perverted and sick yordle had stolen it from her. Her lips were red from biting as it was her way of showing the protest of being handled so savagely. Suddenly the pressure ended as the invader had left her sore ass. Twitching in pain once more as her vagina got penetrated again. “I prefer the texture of this one though...” moaned Teemo as his painfully hard dick claimed her already dried hole.  After 5 more minutes of torture that in Sona’s mind lasted for eternity, Teemo sped up his movement. Head banging against the bed as her hips were constantly rammed by his rough thrusts the finale had finally arrived. Letting out a loud moan Teemo fully pushed himself deep into her raw pussy. Another load of his yordle cum painted her sore walls white. Poor woman was groaning in pain as her rapist used her backside as a makeshift bed to lay on. She could feel his heart thumping as the adrenaline was rapidly leaving his system.  Meanwhile she felt completely spent, her holes were in huge pain of being scraped and stretched without any foreplay or preparation. After finishing gathering his energy Teemo slowly pulled out of her. Another leak of his cum dripping down her gaping red hole as the yordle sat down on the floor to observe the view. Her ass looked red and destroyed, what could have also been said about her gaping used up pussy. A cocktail of his saliva, her blood and his cum was smeared all over her spread vaginal lips. Dress underneath was drenched in bodily fluids as some of the liquids were already pouring out of her as she was forcibly taken. Admiring his handiwork, Teemo stood up and used her dress to clean his stained dick.  “You know...” he spoke while fixing up his bodysuit. Giving at least some respect to her abused body he pushed her dress back down, concealing his crime.  “You got to be one of the best lays I ever had, not to mention you get bonus points for being a virgin” he smirked and put on his gas mask. Sona was shaking, the drug was starting to wear off as her body started to come to terms with the huge emotional and physical damage that was inflicted upon her. Noticing her miserable state, Teemo walked up close and friendly tapped her backside. “Don’t be so sad. You were not the only one going through this, so don’t blame your fate for what happened. Shit just happens sometimes you know?” he chuckled and picked up his backpack. “Adios! My lady.” Teemo laughed and disappeared through the window.  In about 5 minutes she realized that her control over the limbs came back to her. Slowly standing up she almost fell back into the bed. Her knees hurt badly and she couldn’t move much. Immediate soreness between her legs came as the reminder of the events taking place. She couldn’t say anything for obvious reasons, however even in her thoughts she was completely silent.  Taking off her dirty, cum-stained dress she unceremoniously dropped it on the floor and climbed into the bath. The water had gone cold but she didn’t seem to notice or care. Only one thing was in her mind - to get away from here as soon as possible.  Castle (the next morning) *knocking*  “Lady Sona?”- the same woman who served as her interpreter asked in a nervous tone. It was 5 minutes before the scheduled breakfast, but she hadn't yet been seen. Trying the handle she was shocked that the doors were unlocked. Slowly pushing them open she carefully peeked in just to see that the room was completely empty. Panic settled in as she ran to the Captain - Xin Zhao. “What happened to Miss Buvelle?! She is not in her room!” Xin Zhao responded with regret - “Yeah, she stormed past me during midnight. I asked her to wait to explain what was going on but she simply pushed me away and ran out of the castle… It’s safe to assume that she is not going to return any time soon... ”  Woman was left in confusion on what had happened, but now her problems only began. How is she going to explain this to the Prince? Not too far away from the Castle Grin spread across the furry chin as the binoculars zoomed closer to the girl. “I suppose it’s not my time yet to depart this location… Isn’t that right, Luxanna Crownguard?” Chuckling maniacally as his potential next victim was already on the menu.

Chapter 3 - Treatment (Normal NSFW)

content level: Normal NSFW Elania was lying on the ground in a dark chamber, completely naked and afraid. Several voices were buzzing around her head, some were laughing others were mocking her. “No.. let me out... get away from me!” she shouted as she got up and ran into the corner. Several demon beings started to approach her, huge grins on their faces, each of them had massive 2 feet long cocks. “Nononono...” Elania shaked her head as they grabbed her arms and put her back down in the middle of the room.  They started to lean closer to her and laughed in her face, while stroking their gigantic cocks above her. Elania kept shaking her head and wished for it to end, suddenly one of them crouched down next to her head with faceless expression started to poke her shoulder. Feeling started to become more powerful as she started to hear sobs coming from it, suddenly the dark room disappeared and she opened her eyes. Elania was back in the forest, her son was right in front of her, crouching next to her head. His face was all wet from crying. “Mommy... mommy.. wake up..” he kept poking her while crying. She had no idea for how long she have been lying down here or for how long her son was sitting next to her, but her eyes immediately watered. “Malen... sweety...”she managed to stammer out. As her son heard her voice he immediately jumped around her neck and started to cry even louder. “Mom.. I thought that you won’t wake up...” he sobbed while still holding his laying mother in his embrace. His sudden embrace gave her slight pain, but it wasn’t of any concern, since she felt extremely relieved, seeing her son safe and unharmed. Embrace went on for a good 1 minute before Elania interrupted the silence. “Malen... how long have you been here?” she slowly asked. Her boy returned from the embrace and cleaned tears out of his eyes. “I... I was hiding as you asked...” he said, still looking very shaken. “I heard those people, they were laughing and cheering... and.. and... I heard you screaming”he said and nearly teared up again. Elania bit her lip, remembering the horrifying events. “They were harming you mommy, weren’t they?” he started to sob again. Elania was thorn, she felt very sick. Her head hurt where she had received the blow, but between her legs... that was something else. She felt absolutely sore, her vagina was still burning and even her butt hurt with stinging pain. She felt horrible, but there was no way that she would say to her son anything that had truly happened. She couldn’t... “They did...” she weakly said and swallowed. Fighting hard not to break down in tears in front of her boy. “But, as you can see, I’m fine...” she said and did her best to put on a fake smile. In truth her body was absolutely destroyed, she wasn’t even sure that she will be able to walk. But thankfully her son was naive enough and her answer already made him look a lot better. “I just fell over at some point and hit my head” she pointed towards her blueish looking eye that had received a hard punch from one of the rapists. “I’m still dizzy.. can you help me get up?” she said and pushed her hand forward. “Of course mommy” he said and helped his mother to stand up. Elania slowly stood up and instantly braced herself against the nearby tree not to fall again. Her head was still lightly spinning from all the stress and trauma she had endured. As she was standing still, regaining her vision and stability, she started to feel tickling sensation, something was sliding down along her inner thighs. It brought back memories immediately and she was about to throw up. “Mommy? What’s wrong?” her son immediately run to her as she turned her back to him and slightly bent forward to puke. In the last moment Elania swallowed her saliva and calmed her nerves. “Just dizzy..” she lied and stood back up, inhaling deeply. “I need to wash myself” she stammered out, hoping that her son wont ask more questions about it. “If that makes you feel better.” he said and took her hand. “We need to find a water supply, I think I saw something on our way here..” she said and started to walk slowly. Her stomach was still turning. Each small step she made, sent burning pain to her loins. She couldn’t hold her legs together, each time her thighs brushed against each other, it sent stinging pain to her womanhood, reminding her of the horrifying events. Her inner thighs were all sticky with dried cum, as they pressed together on her steps, she was really considering to empty her stomach. Having those savages dried sperm on her thighs made her sick, she wanted to wash it all away as soon as possible. Step by step she moved through the forest, occasionally feeling more sperm sliding down her light blue strong and beefy thighs. Elania cringed in disgust as another droplet was hitting the grass under her dress and or staining her hairy hoof. How much sperm did these savages released in her, the thought itself made her cringe and vibe in disgust. Fortunately they had to go for 10 minutes before she saw small clearing and the pond in it. “Alright sweety... mommy is going to take a shower, please turn around until I’m done.” Elania said and Malen nodded, turning himself away giving her privacy. Elania went few more steps away and sighed, she was next to the crystal clear pond. Taking deep breath she pulled down her straps and climbed out of her dirty dress. Dropping her dress next to her she looked down at her body and almost puked. Her dark hairy mound looked to be all sticky and wet with sperm, as her sight went lower to her legs, she saw that her inner thighs had wide streams of white sperm traces, some had reached her hooves. Elania pushed her hand through her mound and it felt horrible, she was throughly stained with sperm. Instinctively her hand went to her vagina and she slowly pried open her tight slit, it gave her sore feeling as she touched herself there, but as she opened her vagina, more sperm dripped out of her and stained the grass. Elania choked, almost puking right there. Immediately she ran into the cold water. As she reached chest level her movement stopped and she started to brush her hairy mound under water, shivering with each stroke. It wasn’t the low water temperature that made her shiver, but the pain she felt each time touching her privates and the memories that came along about what had happened and how it felt. Elania felt as single droplet of fresh tear escaped her eye, but she shook it off and kept washing herself. After 5 chilling minutes she was finished and left the water all wet and dripping. Cold water reduced the sore feeling and returned her labia in the previous state, reducing the lip swoleness. Seeing her son obediently standing with his back turned really warmed her heart. “At least there is one gentleman in this world” she thought with sadness and bent to pick up her dress, which was dirty, but there was no alternatives. She couldn’t walk around naked, new clothes had to be aquired. If by any chance he would have decided to look, his eyes would be stunned by the beauty his mother was. Tall figure, despite her pregnancy, her belly looked good on her light blue skin. Strong long legs with wide and womanly hips, even her tight purple slit was visible as her hairy mound was still wet from the swim and her well shaped breasts, that had fed him, while he was still a toddler, stood proudly on her chest. Elania pulled back on her white, stained dress and put straps on her shoulders, fixing her boobs in the process. As she was done, giving final glance at her posture, which reminded her of a cheap farmer girl, she rejoined her son. “Let’s move honey, guard tower shouldn’t be that far away anymore, maybe there we can get help to reach uncle sooner”she said and took her son’s hand in hers and they both started to walk towards their destination. Both draenei had returned on the road, that gave them more safety feeling and the chance that Alliance guards might come by. Elania still couldn’t forget the horifying event, but she did her best not to linger on it too much, what happened – happened. There was nothing she could do now and both her children had survived, it was all that mattered. They were walking on slower pace now, since Elania still felt pain, it wasn’t as horrible as before the swim, but still sensible. Wind was gently brushing her face, trees were moving slowly. Everything felt so calm, so peaceful as if nightmare had never happened. As they kept walking, Elania put her hand on her belly. She was so relieved that her unborn child wasn’t harmed by the rough activities her assaulters had done to her. She felt herself tensing at moments, while remembering the feeling as one of the guys manhood was pushing against her cervix. It was painful and made her extremely afraid that her baby would get harmed. However, thankfully for her and other females, their body functions in such way, that when they are pregnant, the cervix wall becomes very thick, protecting the unborn baby from any possible impact, even more for a draenei like her. For her, the wall was much thicker than of a human female, which was the only reason why the pathetic and cruel rapist couldn’t harm her baby. Minutes went by and soon enough guard tower came into the view. “Look!” shouted the mother and pointed her hand towards the building. “We have finally arrived” she added and picked up the pace. Both draenei were now slightly running towards the enormous tower. Alliance themed – blue and gold colors were put on the long banners, that decorated the tower. As they ran closer, one of the guards noticed them and stopped in his tracks to see what was going on. “Is something wrong my lady?” he asked the approaching draenei. Elania finally reached the guard, who looked like an average height human in his forties. She regained her breath and spoke – “Thank goodness... we managed to reach this place...” and wiped sweat from her forehead. Guard looked startled from her winded looks and stained dress, “It’s all right my lady, what happened? Why were you running like that?” he asked and stepped closer to put his hand on the tall mothers shoulder. Elania swallowed, and looked at the guard “We... were attacked by group of bandits and... and..” she stopped herself from talking further not wanting to spoil the details to her son. “It’s alright, you both are safe here, come inside” said the human guard and gently led the both draenei inside the tower. The trio entered the tower and the mother with her child looked around, it looked massive. Several stairs were going up in circles, some guards were climbing up or down, some were sitting in specific floors, writing documents or something like that. Elania could count at least 10 armored guards, patrolling and moving around the tower. In several hours time it finally made her feel comfortable. “Come here and sit” motioned the human guard pointing at the nearby table and 2 chairs beside it. Both draenei took a seat and looked at the human guard who sat down in front of them behind the table. “Alright, I will need you to tell me what happened so I can make a case for it and try to resolve it” said the human guard and casually picked up the paper and quill. Elania shifted nervously in her seat, she knew that everything had to be said, but not in presence of her son, he shouldn’t know what really happened, it would ruin his mental state. “I... is it possible to talk it between us? Without my son here?” she silently said, attempting not to look suspicious. “Mommy.. why?” her son asked her in questioning look, to which his mother just averted her eyes. Guard was staring them both down, to which he shortly exhaled and nodded, starting to get a feeling what had happened. Meanwhile, Elania replied “Malen,there are some things that has to be discussed only between adults, you are still my child, it’s not for your ears...”she slowly said, and bit her lip, memories coming back. Malen nodded. Human guard whistled and another guard came by, he was much younger, could be in his twenties. “Yes sir? What are your orders?” he asked in very obedient posture. It looked like the guard they were talking to was of higher rank or something, maybe sergeant. “Ah.. yes..” he said and pointed towards Elania’s kid. “Please show this young stud the insides of this tower, maybe climb up and let him see the sight from above”. The young guard bowed and turned his attention to the young draenei. “Hey there young guy, what is your name?” Malen looked at the guard questioning him, he looked like smiling and being all friendly with him. “I’m Malen” he said. “Pleasure to meet you Malen, I’m Josh, come.” He said and invited him along. “I will show you some cool stuff and the sight from the top of the tower, it’s very amazing to witness!” young guard said and gently pushed Malen forward. “Awesome!” the young draenei cheered and followed the guard. Elania looked as her kid started to climb up the long stairs with the handsome young looking guard and turned her towards the human guard that was still sitting on the opposide side of her. “Thank you...” she slowly said. “It’s alright, feel free to give me the report”. Elania nodded and swallowed some saliva. Elania basically explained all the reason why she and her child was even here, that they were trying to meet uncle, but didn’t find him, so they were on their way to Lakeshire Inn. She skipped the part about the bartender in Goldshire, since she was too embarassed about it, however when it came to the 3 bandits, she had to spill the beans. “I managed to hide my son... but I couldn’t run away” she said and was barely holding herself together. Reliving that event, pain and emotions really struck her. “It’s alright...” said the guard and put his hand above hers on the table, giving her at least some amount of care and comfort. “They... they raped me” she teared up again and was thankful that her son was upstairs in the tower and not seeing her like that. Guard didn’t say anything, but kept looking at the crying draenei mother. He had expected as much, but he didn’t know how to comfort her in a way that would be deemed as respectful and not taking advantage of her situation. “When.. they were done, I lost consciousness. I don’t know for how long, but my son found me. Thankfully he didn’t find me naked or what abuse my body had endured, he has no idea that his mother was raped...”and Elania started to weep again. Human guard felt like his own heart was becoming broken, it must have been horrible. “We could give you to our local medic, to make sure that you haven’t received any longterm trauma” he looked genuinely concerned. “Also..” he swallowed. “We could clean you...” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Elania had finished crying, now she was only sobbing occasionally. “I.. washed myself already, but pain is still there...” she said an clicked her hooves against the wooden floor. “Our medic will heal you, he is well trained priest...” human guard said and started to get up. “He...?” Elania slowly asked. “You don’t have any female healers..? I don’t want another one to look at me.. there...”she sounded very worried. It was understandable reaction coming from her, after all she had gone through a gang rape just few hours ago and to have another random stranger look at her naked, wasn’t helping her condition at all. “I’m sorry my lady, but he is the only healer around here, and I can assure you that he is discreet and won’t take advantage of your situation.” Elania slowly nodded and stood up herself. “Can I... get some fresh clothes?” she shyly asked. “I’m afraid we don’t have any spare clothes that would suit for a lady your size, but I believe there is a cloth shop next to the mount renting place, when the healer is done with you, I will have my men escort you there. Just as Elania was about to speak, the human guard interrupted her with his hand gesture “You won’t have to pay for anything of that, you’ve gone through a lot already...” he said and called the priest from above. Young looking guy was slowly descending the stairs, Elania thought that he couldn’t be more than 20 years old. Human guard came to him and whispered some things in his ear, Elania thought that probably describing her condition to him, to make it discreet. She saw the young guys face vibe in disgust for a moment, but shortly enough he nodded and warmly smiled at the sad looking draenei mother. Shortly enough he came up to her and extended his arm. “My name is Allen, I’m priest and the healer of this guard tower.” Elania hesitantly took his hand in hers and slightly bowed herself “Elania.” The young guy warmly smiled and gestured for her to follow him. “Come, we need some privacy”he said and led the young mother to a small cabin looking room, which was probably meant as interrogation room. As they walked in, the young healer locked the doors behind them. “I’m sorry for the room size, wasn’t really meant for tall ladies like you” he said and pulled a soft blanket over the table. Elania had to move around with slightly lowered head, otherwise her horns would be scraping the ceiling. Young healer had a small box nearby which he picked up and opened, starting to pull out different kind of liquids. Elania sat on the table nervously looking at the small human guy. “Please, take off your dress and lay down on the table on your back.” He casually said, while fishing more stuff out of the box. Elania hesitated for a moment, before complying and started to pull down her straps and lifted the dress off her body. She was starting to get uncomfortable. Allen looked up for a moment and went silent for a second. He saw the gorgeous, naked draenei mother just few feet away from him. His eyes locked on her light blue breasts and went down to her hairy mound, immediately he felt like watching for too long and blushed. Elania felt horrible, she knew that this young guy was checking her out, at the same time she knew that he was a healer, but it still felt wrong. “Alright...” he said and swallowed nervously. “I need you to lay down and spread your legs towards me” he said, while nervously scratching his nape. “What?” Elania silently asked with trembling voice. “I need to apply some medicine inside your vagina, I can’t otherwise” he said, while trying not to sound nervous. Elania stared at the ground for a moment, but shortly obeyed and sat on the table, shifting herself in position so her legs were turned towards the young human, then she laid down and hesitantly spread her legs in ‘M’ position, showing her privates up close to him. Elania felt like blushing, it was so embarassing. Meanwhile Allen was stunned, even though he was a healer and used to people nudity, he had never seen female draenei so close in person, and even more when such beautiful creature was exposing herself so close to him. Suddenly he felt very small, he wasn’t that big for a human, being only 175 cm tall, but having this 200 cm tall, busty alien looking mother showing her privates to him, made him really nervous. Obviously he knew the draenei race, but not in such way. Allen gulped as he scanned her body, her light blue skin, massive and strong thighs, that could probably snap him in half with ease, spread open for him to inspect and showing her most sacred place. He looked down between her legs and could spot her slightly spread purple slit through her hairy bush. It was so erotic scene that he felt himself starting to get hard, which he highly condemned himself for. He was a healer, he should never have such nasty and dirty thoughts about his clients and people that he was helping. His staring was interrupted by seemingly nervous and annoyed draenei “Can we.. can we finish faster? I’m not really feeling that comfortable you know?” she said. “Oh.. of course..” stammered the young healer and put on surgical gloves to avoid any infections. “I have to check your insides to see whether or not you have any inner trauma there that has to be attended to..” he said and carefully put his hands on her inner thighs. Elania convulsed in the moment she felt his hands touch her there, but calmed down and tried to relax herself. She knew that he was only doing his job and that it had to be done, he was not trying to rape her, she thought. What she didn’t know was that Allen was extremely nervous himself and she was like a completely new territory for him to discover. He gulped again and carfully put his hands on her mound, gently stroking it. Elania gasped as she felt him rub her. “Wha.. what are you doing?” she stammered out. Allen was amazed by her skin and body, at first he didn’t even hear her question, but as she firmly knocked her hoof against the table he snapped out of it. “Oh.. I’m sorry, I’m just checking if you have any scars or wounds here...” he tried to redeem his actions, which thankfully worked. Elania exhaled and let him continue to examine her. She wasn’t familiar with human medicine and techniques, therefore she didn’t know what was considered to be normal and what was crossing the line. Allen kept feeling up her mound for a moment, before he stopped and gently put his both hands on the either side of her vagina. “I... I will open your vagina now, I have to look for any wounds there..” Allen tried his best expresion not to sound over excited or nervous which he was. Young healer could feel Elania to nod in agreement and gently pushed his thumbs closer to her slit, just to slowly part it. As he was parting her labia, Elania bit on her lip and tried to supress the embarassment factor. It still felt wrong and extremely perverse, he wasn’t even of her own species. She hoped that he didn’t see her as an object to observe just to sate his own dirty mind, but actually there to help and do his job, by leaving his carnal desires aside. Meanwhile, Allen wished that it was true, but at this moment he had a massive erection in his pants already. As his thumbs parted her vaginal slit, despite her size, a tight and dark purple canal opened up to him, that kept going deeper. Her purple vaginal walls were ocasionally contracting as she was breathing heavily now. She must have been very nervous and stressed he thought. As he held her vagina open, without even thinking he leaned in and just few centimeters away inhaled her scent. Her scent made his head spin, it was different from human females, but definitely more powerful and not off-putting at all. He couldn’t even find anything that could be compared to her smell, but it was heavily filled with pheromones, because his dick was pushing against his pants with such pain, that he thought to whip it out instantly, but he couldn’t. Elania felt extremely uncomfortable, thankfully for Allen, she didn’t hear or feel him sniff her privates, otherwise she might have completely different thoughts about the innocent looking healer, her cheeks were flushed with embarassment. What was he doing she had no idea, she felt that her vagina was still held open, but nothing happened as if the young healer was just staring at her goods. But she dismissed the thought, no way he was such pervert... not coming from a healer. “I have to check your insides..” he said and gulped. Elania tensed hearing him say that, but it made sense, since her insides hurt and maybe there was a wound or something. “Alright... but make it fast...” she stammered out, feeling another wave of embarassment wash over her face. Allen couldn’t hold his excitement anymore. “I will put this ointment on my finger so it makes it more lubricated, also it has healing effects” he said and silently pulled of his glove. To be fair, there was no reason to get rid of his surgical gloves, in fact they prevented any chance of infection, however in his case, he wanted to feel her body skin to skin. Elania nodded and said “Alright...” biting her lip and awaiting the penetration. Allen put a nice amount of skin restoring and lubricating ointment on his finger and firstly gently glided it over her clit and downwards her slit. Elania spasmed in the moment his lubricated finger touched her clit and nearly hit him with her hoof. “What was that for?!” she loudly asked, feeling slightly shocked and embarassed. “I’m sorry my lady... finger slipped.” he said with a small grin on his face, which she couldn’t see. Her thick thighs and bulged belly was blocking her sight. She couldn’t see anything he was doing between her legs, only feel. Then Allen put his lubricated finger against her slit and slowly started to penetrate her tight cunt. Elania started to tense as she felt his finger slide inside her, starting to grip the sides of the table she was lying on. Young healer was only half finger deep, but he was already surprised by her tightness. She was much bigger anatomically, her vagina was bigger than of any race he had seen before, however she was quite tight for that matter. Her vaginal muscles were doing miracles, his finger was well lubricated, yet her vagina held him well inside of her. Naughty thoughts started to come into his mind, how would it feel to penetrate this hot alien mother with his dick? His comparably small dick would still be held tight by her strong muscles, as he would fuck himelf away in her depths. It was sick to think like that, considering that 3 people had raped her before, but that thought made him jealous in a way, even though they committed a horrible crime and should be executed on the spot, they still managed to feel her vagina around their cocks and even cum inside of her. He was so drown in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that he had fully pushed his finger inside of her. Thankfully for him, it appeared that his patient hadn’t noticed anything unusual, except he could feel her fast heart beat and nervousness as his finger rested comfortably in her purple flesh. Then without saying anything, he started to move his finger inside of her cunt, replicating penetration. Elania gasped as she felt him start to finger her and immediately pushed herself on her elbows. “Wha... what are you doing?!” she gasped with rosy cheeks, not feeling like this guy had the best interests in his mind anymore. Allen looked at her face, then innocently stared back down at her cunt and just watched as his finger was going in and out of her tight hole. “In this way I can apply more ointment” he said and tried his best impression that he was very serious about it. Elania started to feel hot, his penetrations gave her slight pain, however it seemed that the ointment was working and each second it become less painful and even surprisingly to herself, she started to gain actual pleasure. Her face was getting hot, but the skeptic look didn’t leave her. She gave one last glance to the young healer and laid back down on the table, trying to relax herself. Allen was so excited that he wanted more, taking a quick glance at her he saw that her head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed and she was biting her lip. Massive grin appeared on his face, she was feeling pleasure. Making sure that she was not looking, he leaned back down and gave few more whiffs of her pussy, still sliding his finger in and out of her. She was driving him insane and he had to have her one way or another, but he had to be careful about it. “It’s getting dry, I will apply more ointment” he innocently said and pulled out his finger. This time however, he applied it to his index and middle finger and put them against her labia. Elania was slowly regaining her breath, but as she expected the same penetration to come... “Ah...!”she gasped and immediately got ashamed of her moan. Allen had penetrated her with his 2 fingers now and steadily started to slide them in and out of her cunt. Instantly he felt more pressure against his fingers, Hell... she was tight, he thought to himself. Elania grasped the edges of the table and pulled herself on the elbows again. “Wha.. what the.. hell are you doing?” she managed to stammer out with blushed cheeks. “You said you wanted to get it done faster, so I use 2 fingers to apply the ointment better” replied Allen, while looking in her eyes as his fingers kept penetrating her. The sight made Elania to blush even harder, it felt so wrong to look at the eyes of a guy, who was sliding his fingers in her vagina right at the very moment. Elania couldn’t reply, she was too embarassed, instead she awkwardly nodded and laid back down, while nervously grabbing and scraping her nails on the wooden table, it was obvious that she was getting turned on now. Allen grinned as she returned to her previous position and very slightly picked up the speed. He could feel her pussy getting moist, it wasn’t only the lube, her natural lubrication was starting to moisten her up. As his fingers kept penetrating her, Allen felt her vagina starting to clench more often around them, he quickly stood up and saw how she had closed her eyes and her hands were attempting to get a grip at something, her tail was starting to hit at her leg and she was slightly moving in general. Elania was so ashamed of herself. She had no idea what was happening to her, this person was supposed to heal her, by applying the medicine in her vagina, however she was getting turned on by it, pain and soreness was long gone for her, now there was tickling and pleasurable feeling as his fingers entered her. What is going on? She thought to herself, attempting to hide her body reaction. Meanwhile Allen was having the best time of his life. He had turned up the speed by a notch again and now his fingers were entering her depths in a quick pace. He even started to hear squishy sounds, she was growing wet. Elania was about to start moaning. “Ahh.. ah...” she silently moaned, hoping that the young guy won’t hear it. She was getting lost in her own sensation. Unfortunately for her, Allen was very aware of her feelings and did his best to abuse it. After pushing his fingers inside her now moist cunt he quickly turned his 2 fingers horizonatally and penetrated her again, immediately picking up the speed. “Ah!” Elania moaned, but immediately put her hand in front of her mouth to absorb the sound, it was so embarassing and wrong. It went on for 30 more seconds, before young guy sped up really fast and if Elania’s mind wouldn’t be clouded by pleasure, she would have definitely understood that this was beyond crossing the line and was actually masturbation. “Oh no...” she gasped in her mind, she was going to cum. After few more penetrations, Elania let out a small squeak and spasmed. Allen had a massive grin on his face, he felt as her strong vaginal muscles was clenching hard around his fingers, trapping them inside of her, she was having an orgasm. Elania’s body had few more contractions before one of her legs slipped off the table. She was now sweaty and breathing heavily. With eyes still closed and cheeks flushed, there was a complete chaos in her brain. “My lady? Is everything alright?” Allen asked innocently, as if having no clue what happened to her. Elania heard his question and tensed immediately, fresh wave of embarassment crashing over her. “I... I don’t know... what happened..” she breathed heavily still refusing to look at the young healer. Meanwhile Allen had pulled out his fingers from her moist cunt and observed them, they were sticky with her juice, quickly and silently while she wasn’t looking, he slipped them in his mouth to taste her. Gosh... she tasted good.... Was his only thought before he pulled them out and looked at her pussy. Sight was so erotic. One of her legs was hanging down the table, while the other stood in the previous position, her hairy mound was slightly wet, however there was small amount of juice running down her slit. “Ah.. I suppose I had too much ointment applied, let me clear that...” he innocently said before taking a napkin and cleaning juices off her cunt. Elania slightly bumped as the napkin touched her vagina, but she didn’t care at this point. Her mind was at stand by mode. “Alright, that will be all, you can dress up now and come out, I will inform sergeant about your status” said the young healer picking up his medicine box and moving to exit. He was smiling, he will fuck her, someway...   As Elania was left alone, she put her hands to her face “What is wrong with me...?” she asked silently, picking herself up and quickly pulling back on her dress. But before she touched the doors, she quickly pushed her hand under the hem of her dress and touched her vagina. It wasn’t hurting anymore, but she was still wet. Hopefully he didn’t notice... she thought to herself and started to blush again. How could this give her pleasure? He was just healing her and she got turned on by it, even though she was raped. What is going on...

Chapter 1 - Arrival (Mild NSFW)

Stormwind, a very majestic city and the capital of the Alliance. High buildings and walls surround it. It looks like a true miracle and sight to be amazed by for the recently arrived draenei mother and her child. Elania had just got off the ship and now was looking around with amazement. She was standing in Stormwind’s harbor with her boy Malen, holding his hand and urging him forward. “Come, let’s go. We don’t want to make uncle Falan wait for us too long!” Elania smiled and gently pulled her boy forward.  They had both arrived from Exodar. Elania was widow, her husband was brave warrior who got killed in the battle against the Legion in Broken Isles. She had overcame the grief few months ago and now tried to focus more on her happines and travel, most importantly on her 12 year old son, who was the only part of her husband left that she loved so much, and also her yet unborn child. Elania was mother to Malen, in addition she was pregnant. The child in her womb was her husbands, which was conceived in the night before he had departed for his final battle. Although draenei lifespan are much longer than human one, their pregnancy cycle are very similar. For humans those are 9 months, however for draenei it’s a full year. As Elania was moving up, her slightly bulged belly was pressing against her form fitting long dress. She was 6 months pregnant and her belly was proudly showing itself as she was making another step upwards with her hooves clicking on the stone stairs. ‘’Woah... we finally made it.’’ She said while regaining her breath from the exhaustious climb. Her white dress had become slightly wet due to sweat, but the warm and peaceful wind breeeze touching her face and body made it all so much better. Elania guided herself and her son to the nearby bench and sat down to relax and observe the sight. The sight was truly magical. From up here, she could easily see the huge harbor underneath her, how ships were arriving and departing, some fishing boats nearby on the coast, sun had recently ascended from the horizon and showed her gratitude, by radiating warmth and light. Wind was pretty strong at times, which made sense, since she was near harbor and very high above water level, noticing the fact she pushed her chest more forward, letting the warmth breeze cool her hot flesh. Her white dress had V cut and shoulder straps. It gave her motherly breasts more space and didn’t constrict them too much as full clothed chest would do. Speaking of her breasts, she was well-endowed. The fact that she was mother and lactating due to pregnancy made her breasts more swollen. They were not gigantic, but would look pretty huge for human standards. At least her dress choice helped her enough to ease the friction, however it came with a downfall. Sight was pretty lewd and she wasn’t the type of woman who would enjoy showing off her flesh to random strangers and that made her sometimes nervous and very uncomfortable when seeing people pass by and stare at her. “Mom” her son interrupted her thoughts and returned her to reality. ‘’Oh.. what is it sweety?’’ she asked while attempting to fix her posture, by inconspicuously consealing her swollen breasts even further in her dress. Thankfully her son was not a pervert and probably didn’t even find her hand movement to be something of importance. “Mom, we should visit uncle Falan, I haven’t seen him in years!” Her son said with excitement in his voice. Elania smiled and touched her sons cheek. “Of course, that’s why we are here’’ she said and stood up from the bench giving her hand to her young son. “Let’s move then” she smiled and they both proceeded to move further into the city. Elania was average sized draenei. She wasn’t fat or chubby, but her pregnancy and the fact that she had given birth already, had made her hips more wider and they looked quite womanly. She was 200 cm tall, with a light blue ocean colored skin and beautiful 2 horns that went to the back of her head. Elania was 80 years old, which was still very young by draenei standards. She had absolutely no wrinkles on her face, her skin was very smooth. Draenei matured very differently from humans. Only thing that was similar was the childhood and puberty. Human children and draenei children matured very similarly. The biggest growth was from year 1 to year 18. In which they nearly reached their primary height and body parameters, however from that point, draenei growth practically stopped and didn’t change for hundreds of years, while humans started to age rapidly. At age of 80, most humans would have already been dead, however for Draenei, it would be the absolute peak of their fertility. This is why it was very difficult to determine the age of grown draenei, because their looks wouldn’t change a bit in timespan of 20-500 years. Her son was very similar to human child, obviously that he was a draenei and just slightly taller than human children would be at his age of 12. They kept walking for a while through the busy city that was Stormwind. Both were equally surprised and excited to see the different races and houses that this city provided. “Malen, sweety, look at that!” Elania excitedly pointed towards the great Cathedral of Stormwind. It was huge, her son’s mouth stayed open as they went closer to it. As they approached the front of it they could just stare in the amazent. Few people passed by, some smirking, some smiling, thinking ‘’Heh... tourists...’’. Draenei were a tall race, but even in presence of this building, Elania felt very small. After admiring the huge church they continued their way to meet Falan. “Goldshire... Goldshire...” Elania murmured under her nose, while having her son by her hand. Uncle Falan had told them to meet him at Goldshire, where exactly it was, she had no clue. It was first time she had visited Stormwind. Maybe a guard could help her out she thought and started looking for one. As they both approached Trade District, there was life buzzing around. “Hold tight to me, I don’t want to get you lost” Elania nervously chuckled and held her sons hand more firmly as she was diving into the mass. Smells and noises filled her nose and ears. Several people were yelling out the products they wanted to sell, competing with other merchants nearby. Elania looked on the left side and saw bank, many gnomes and humans in suits, serving the clients on making new deposits or investments in their bank account with items or gold. When looking on right side, she saw huge amount of persons, lifting hands and showing papers, it had to be an auction house she thought. As she was moving through the buzzing sound and the mass of people, some occasionally bumping into her, making her groan in annoyance, checking on her son every 2 seconds to see whether or not he was still fine and unharmed. Just few moments later she found what she was looking for. Immediately she approach one of the city guards. ‘’Hey... sir.” She shyly asked while standing next to the armored human. Guard seemed not see her or hear her. Noise was so loud, that it was understandable. Instead she changed tactic. Now gently tapping her hand on his plated shoulder. “Sir, I have a question!” she tried to shout now, while trying not to look intimidating. This time guard responded by removing his helmet and looking at the tall draenei female in front of him. “Yes Miss, what’s wrong?” he responded, feeling slight blush entering his cheeks. He was average height human, standing at 180 cm, but seeing this tall, alien beauty in front of him, got him nervous. “Could you please tell me where the Goldshire is located? I have to meet a person there.” She said now in very formal tone. Guard smiled, knowing that he can help in this matter. “Of course my lady, you need to exit the main gate of Stormwind and just follow the road. Goldshire is about 15 minutes by foot, you will run right into it” Guard said. Elania bowed respectively “Thank you sir for your help” she said and smiled to her son. “Let’s go sweety, we have nearly reached uncle!”. Her son jumped in excitement and they both started to move towards the Stormwind’s gate. Uncle Falan was very close family member, he had helped Elania to get over her sorrow with her fallen husband and he was very kind to her son Malen. Occasionally giving him gifts and playing games together when he was younger. Some time ago, Falan had moved to live next to Stormwind, he was experienced craftsman and Alliance could really use his skills of making armor and weapons. Falan had invited Elania and her son to come and visit Stormwind, he could be their personal guide and to help them both relax and enjoy life, also helping to forget the pain off losing her husband. All he said was that he will meet them in Goldshire Inn on this specific day. Elania was very excited to meet him again. They both had just went through the huge gates of Stormwind. It felt like country-side again. As they followed the road, several small farm houses and farms were visible on both sides of the road. Mostly she saw human farmers with occasional dwarf, that were doing gardening and growing vegetables. It looked very alive and friendly environment. “Mom.. how long do we have to walk...” her son complained. Elania brushed sweat from her forehead and said “I think we have arrived” she said and pointed towards the few roofs that had appeared on the horizon. “Yes!” shouted Malen and started running towards the Goldshire. Elania smiled and shouted “Stop! Not so fast! Wait for me!” and started chasing her son, her white dress slightly messing with her hooves, which she fixed by taking the garb in her hand and slightly lifting it, showing of little bit of her light blue legs, while running. “I won!” said Malen, while stopping in the middle of the village. And regaining his breath. Soon enough his mother reached him, inhaling and exhaling rapidly “Yes.. yes you won..” she said while trying to regain her breath. “Hey, no more running away like that, ok?” she said now in more serious tone. “This is not our homeland, we have to be careful what we do or where we go, do you understand that?” she asked him in firm tone. Malen narrowed his gaze to the dirt in front of his hooved feet. “Yes, I understand. Sorry mom...” he said now close to tearing up. Elania immediately felt guilt sprang inside her. “Aww.. baby.. it’s alright, just be cautious, ok?” she said and hugged her son, pressing him gently against her bulged belly. “Am I gonna have younger sister or brother?” her son happily asked, surprising his mother with the sudden question. “Oh!” she gasped and felt like errupting in happiness. “I would guess a sister” she smiled  while caressing his hair, still holding him against her. While she was holding her son, she had completely forgotten about her surroundings and just now noticed that few people were looking them with weird and questioning looks. Immediately she turned her head back at her son “I think we better go inside to your uncle” she said nervously, but with a smile and led her son towards the Inn door. As she approached the door, she could already feel booze and noises coming out of it. She didn’t like that at all, but there was no turning back. In the next moment she turned the knob and entered the Inn. The sight stunned her. There was several people inside, some were sitting near the round tables, chatting and playing cards. Some were already drunk and flirting with females, which in response some done the same. She saw humans, dwarfs and few night elves. But not draenei, which made her worried. Her arrival wasn’t left unnoticed and some of the Inn clients were starting to stare at the draenei mother and her child with interest. Some had genuine curious stares, while few other were disrobing her with their eyes, which made her insides turn and she quickly averted her eyes from them. Instead she took firm hold of her boys hand and went to the bartender, who looked to be a reasonably dressed dwarf male. As she approached the bartender, who was busy at the moment cleaning the empty glasses with his back turned, in the moment she was trying to say a word, loud whistle ringed in her ears coming from the corner of the Inn, which startled her, she was afraid to even look at them. She thought that they were whistling at her. Instead she looked at her son, who was staring at the source of the sound with his eyes wide open. Now she had no choice but to look as well and she felt like blushing out of embarassment. People in the bar were not whistling towards her, but the slim night elf lady who had climbed on the nearby table and started to undress herself. Just before she could turn her sons head away – night elf had already unclasped her bra and thrown it in the face of the nearby sitting dwarf. Her purple boobies for everyone to see. “Oh my gosh..” she gasped and immediately put her hands on the eyes of her child. “Malen, don’t look at that!” she nervously said while turning him away from the sight and moving in front  to obscure the view. All the trouble had caught bartenders attention and he turned around to see lightly blushing draenei woman and her child that was forced to look right into the bartenders desk. Noticing what the fuzz was about and seeing the half naked dancing night elf, he smirked and then turned his attention to the draenei. “How can I help you miss?” bartender asked in a warm tone. “How about a drink or two? 1st one on the house” bartender smiled, but then his eyes narrowed down and he saw the small child next to her. “I suppose it’s too late to say that this place is not really meant for children” dwarf bartender started to laugh, just deepening the embarassment that Elania was feeling. “I... I’m.. here to visit a friend” she managed to stammer out, trying to hide her blushing face. Dwarf stared her down for a moment. Scanning her features and body, lewd smirk appeared on his face. “So... you must be on the expensive side, tell me. When you are done, how much will it cost if I wanted to go all the way?” Bartender said while rubbing his cheek as if truly thinking about the price range. Elania’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me?!” she replied in very annoyed and offended tone. “I’m here to visit my brother” she said and pointed to her small child “his uncle”. Elania felt really offended. How could this basic dwarf think of her to be a some kind of sex worker. She felt herself becoming red, this time not out of embarassment but anger. “Oh... I apologize miss..” dwarf was taken aback by her response. “It’s just this place is very common, well... you know. For different kind of favors and I just thought that maybe I could get lucky and be spoiled by something so beautiful and exotic..” Dwarf said while scratching his neck, attempting to justify his position. Elania couldn’t believe what she heard. How dare he talk about her like that in presence of her child. It was disgusting. But she had to get her answer so she pretended not to hear the last part about how he had described her. “Please tell me where Falan is, he must have booked the reservation here.” Elania calmy said, doing the absolute best to restrain herself. Dwarf was braindead for a moment but shortly he heard her sentence “Oh, yes. Of course” he said and picked up massive leather book and started flipping through pages. Noises and whistling became louder, Elania decided to check for a second on how far the situation had escalated, but immediately averted her eyes. Night elf had discarded her panties already and was now pretending to be riding in one very chubby looking dwarfs lap. Everyone else kept shouting and throwing gold at her while some small looking human had picked up her underwear and sniffing it in the corner. She though that she will throw up. Whole atmosphere was so perverse here, that she was starting to worry about herself and childs safety. Elania started clicking her hoof on the wooden floor, getting impatient as the bartender kept flipping through pages. “Hurry please...” she said more to herself than anyone else. Dwarf finished flipping through the book and started scratching his head. “Well? Which room?” Elania asked impatiently and nervously. Dwarfen bartender looked at her then back at the record book. “Yeah... about that. There must be some kind of mistake...” he said slowly, while looking very surprised. Elania felt like her heart skipped a beat, it couldn’t be good. “What... what mistake?” she asked, feeling chills. “You see here?” bartender turned the book around so she could see the reservation records. It showed Falans name. “Yeah, what’s the problem then?” Elania responded, starting to feel slightly relieved. Bartender exhaled and put his finger near the booking date. “Last time Falan was making reservation here was 2 weeks ago.” Elania’s eyes went wide. “What? But he was supposed to be here...” she replied feeling like someone had shoved bucket of cold water on her head. “Well.. he was here, but 2 weeks ago. I triple checked all the reservations. He is not here at the moment.” Elania was bracing herself against the bartenders desk. She wasn’t prepared for something like that. He had to be here. What is she going to do now? Alone with her child in unknown place. It made her feel sick. Seeing the young worried mothers face expression bartender jumped in “Listen, sometimes people make mistakes, maybe he meant Lakeshire, instead of Goldshire. It’s not that far from here, maybe he went there.” Elania looked in the eyes of bartender. “Please... tell me how I can get there.” she begged. “Ay... calm down will ya.” said the bartender. “You go out of the inn and turn left. There will be a road going in that direction. Just follow the road, it will take about 1 hour to reach guard tower. From there it takes about 40 minutes to reach Eastwale, that is a small village that offers renting of mounts. After you got yourself a mount, it will be quick to reach Lakeshire.” bartender finished. Elania was listening carefully, but few things still made her worry. “But.. how am I going to pay for mounts? I don’t have any money with me. I was really expecting to meet Falan here...” she sounded very depressed and said. “And 1 hour on foot, how can I feel safe with my kid?” she said now in more concerned voice. Dwarf listened to her and shortly replied ‘’Regarding security, you have nothing to worry about, these roads are heavily patrolled by Alliance forces, patrolls use horses, which makes them move quickly. You will meet them at least twice on your way there and you can even ask them to escort you, they might help” said the bartender and then started to stroke his chin. “But you said you don’t have any money with you, that might be a problem...” then bartender’s face turned into a dirty grin. Elania saw his change of expression and started to shake her head. “Not going to happen...” she said, feeling her eyes tearing up. “No no... I have another idea, come, follow me.” the dwarf bartender said with disgusting excitement in his voice and left the bar desk motioning the draenei to follow him. Elania really had no choice and started to follow him, while firmly holding her son close. As they went through the Inn, more and more eyes stared at them. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. Elania was looking forward, but as she walked, corners of her eyes catched glimpses of the dirty and drunk humans, dwarfs that were disrobing her with their stares. She had to get out of her as soon as possible. “Mom.. where is uncle? He won’t come..?” her child suddenly asked her, completely startling the already nervous mother. “We will meet him sweety, it’s just he is in another house and we will get to him” she said nervously without even looking down at her child who was way too young to understand in how horrible situation they both were in, and thankfully so. It was slightly easier for her, not to worry about her sons mental health. “Ah.. here we are..” said the bartender excitedly and started to fish for the keys to the Inn’s wine cellar doors. Elania stopped in her tracks 1 meter away from the dwarf “What is on your mind? I already told you, that I won’t do anything sexual and if you dare to harm my..” before she could answer dwarf just discarded her speech with his motion of hand and finally unlocked the cellar doors. “I promise that I won’t harm you or your kid in any way, I’m asking you to follow me down here because we can hide from unnecessary attention, whole Inn has got eyes on you..” he murmured and Elania swallowed. He was right on that. “So please, come down with me and I will lock us in, you can keep the keys if you don’t trust me” said the dwarf and motioned both to enter the cellar. Draenei mother nodded and followed the bartender in. As they entered the cellar, dwarf locked the doors and throw keys at the draenei as promised. “It’s not like I could do anything to you anyway.. look at ya height and look at mine, you are huge!” dwarf murmured and kept descending the wooden stairs. Draenei mother and her child following closely behind. He also had a point there. Elania might not be a fighter, but she was 200 cm tall, while Dwarfs head was maybe to her breasts, if she wanted, she chould easily beat him, at least that’s what she thought, by comparing their heights. Finally they had descended to the bottom and Elania looked around. It was truly a common looking wine cellar, except the barrels all around the walls were probably filled with cheap ale. In few moments the bartender had finished lighting up all the torches in the room, making it very light. “Alright” bartender said while putting down the torch and sitting on the nearby chair. “You need money, nothing comes for free.” Elania immediately interrupted him “Or maybe you could be a gentleman and help out a lady in distress for once, or is it too much to ask from your kind?” she said annoyed with his previous words and behavior. It only made the dwarf smirk. “Listen, woman. Mount rentals are not cheap, do you think I earn anything by working in this shit hole? Only people that have money here are whores that earn it by selling their bodies and the rich bastards who spend it on those whores.” He said with some anger in his voice. Elania was taken aback by his harsh answer, but is sounded like he was speaking the truth. “Please...” she begged again. “Help me out...” she was nearly crying. Dwarf groaned in annoyance. “I will help you out, but first you have to do something for me” he said. Elania hated where this was going, but she also knew that there wasn’t really any other choice, she had to get money and get out of here as soon as possible, for the sake of her own safety and her childs. Elania swallowed. “What do you want me to do..?” she calmy asked, feeling like a hole was burning through her insides. Dwarfs face filled with pervy smile. “For starters, show me your boobs, woman.” He smirked. Elania immediately felt her face flush. “No.. not... not in front of my son..” she managed to stammer out, barely holding herself together. “Mommy? What is going on, what is that guy talking about?” Elania felt like dying inside, hearing those words from her small boy, still being thankful that he is so innocent, not understanding what is going to happen. She kneeled down to her son and took his face in her warm hands. “Sweety... mommy has to help the guy first, so in return he will help us both to get to uncle Falan.” Meanwhile dwarf was looking at the mother and son in front of him and smiled. It felt so good to humiliate this hot piece of draenei ass. Even more that she was a mother and a pregnant one, it will be so worth he thought. “Now... you see that corner over there, behind the barrels?” she asked and her son nodded. “Go there and don’t look, alright? It will be a game, if you look – you will lose, understand? And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to lose” she said to her son and forced fake smile on her lips, which managed to do the trick and her son nodded. “Alright, good boy, go there and don’t look” she said and stood up, brushing off sand from the white dress. Her son skipped past the sitting dwarf and went into the corner, facing away from the two adults. “Woah... now that is interesting mind trick” said dwarf and applauded. Elania’s face turned back into the painful and hurt expression as she eyed the dwarf. “Now... I believe you had to do something?” he said annoyed and crossed his arms, while sitting in the chair enjoying the show. Elania exhaled and slowly removed her left strap, then her right strap. Dwarf felt getting hard, he couldn’t wait to see her breasts. After a moment of hesitation, she finally pulled her dress down from her breasts, exposing them to the moist, chill air of the wine cellar. Dwarfs eyes went wide. Beautiful, light blue colored swollen breasts were staring at him. They were quite huge, his hand was big and fingers thick, but even he couldn’t fully grasp her boobs in each hand, at least that’s what he thought. “Now that is a sight...” he murmured, feeling himself getting hard, meanwhile Elania was blushing deeply and wishing for this torture to end, it was so wrong. “Hmm, is that really a baby in your belly? Are you lactating?” dwarf asked her, being so excited that it made her worried. Instead she slowly nodded to his questions and averted her eyes to the nearby barrel.”Squeeze your breasts, I want to see your milk” dwarf said and started to rub his crotch. Elania vibed in disgust, but shortly took her breasts in hands and squeezed them, letting out gasp as some of the milk escaped her nipples and started to leak down her chest, staining dress. “Now that is a catch...” he smirked and started unbottoning his pants. “What are you doing?” Elania immediately asked with fear in her voice. “Calm down lass...” said the dwarf while pulling down his pants. “My friend hurts in there, I will pull it out. I’m not going to approach you so calm your titties...” he murmured and finally pulled down his underwear, releasing his hard penis. Elania looked at his penis and swallowed, it wasn’t that huge compared to her size, but it was still male organ and it made her worried. What if he attempts to assault her... “Hey!, snap out of it, you are here to give me show and not the other way around” dwarf said sounding slightly pissed. Elania gulped and turned her head away again, it made her sick seeing with the corner of her eyes that the dwarf was starting to stroke his cock. It was probably not any bigger than 15 cm, but it still made her sick to think about it. “Alright, pull up your dress, I want to see the other goods!” he commanded, now starting to stroke himself faster. Elania hesitated again, but slowly started to gather the white garb of cloth in her hands, exposing more and more of her flesh to the perverted dwarf, first that came into the view was her draenei shaped calves, then her knees and after that, her light blue colored, beefy thighs, that she held closely together, little bit of her white underwear being visible. In few moments, she had gathered her white dress around her waist and just stood there. She could feel herself starting to shake slightly out of nervousness and fear as the perverted dwarf consumed the sight in front of him. There she stood with her wobbly legs and her dress pushed around her waist. Elania had strong, meaty thighs that went up to her strong and wide hips, her white silk panties were also exposed held firmly between her thighs. “Oh yes...” dwarf murmured while stroking his hard penis. Sight made him crazy. “Pull them down, show me your pussy..” he stammered out while furiously stroking his dick. Elania nearly collapsed hearing him say that. “No no... I won’t do that..” she said, barely holding herself from crying. “Do it! That will be your payment for mount rental!” he said without a breath, while stroking. “Your panties for money” he said and started to gasp, feeling that his cock was about to explode. Elania had chaos in her brain, the fact that she was showing her boobs to a random pervert who was jerking off his hard dick in front of her and that she has to pull down her panties and give them to him for the money, made her sick, but there was no other choice and definitely no turning back now. She exhaled and with trembling fingers started to pull down her silk panties. Dwarf thought that his head will explode, as she bent forward and had her panties pulled down to her knees, he saw her dark, hairy mound. He couldn’t see her vagina through that, but for some reason it turned him on even more. “Fast, throw me your panties!” he shouted almost desperately. Elania cringed at his comment, but proceeded with removal of her panties by lifting her hooves out of them and throwing them at the highly aroused dwarf. The next thing made her vibe in disgust, dwarf immediately put the fabric against his nose in the place where her vagina would be and deeply inhaled. “So good... smells so good...” he murmured while strongly inhaling her musk and stroking his purple turning penis. Elania couldn’t handle it and turned her head away, it was so sick sight to witness. Then she heard him moan and in the next moment she saw her panties being wrapped around his cock that he was stroking rapidly now. One thing she knew for sure, she won’t be wanting those back. “Ahhh..” Dwarf moaned and shot load after load of his jizz in her white panties. Her white underwear was now soaked in his sperm. Sight nearly made her throw up, but she managed to control herself. “You got what you wanted... now give me the money and I want to leave this place” she silently said. Dwarf had nearly regained his breath but just simply nodded and throw few golden coins at her, while still laying defeated in the chair. Elania quickly pulled the dress up her shoulders and consealed her breasts, after picking up the golden coins she put on her fake smile and went to her son, who had obediently standing in the corner. “Hey, champion! It looks like you won!” she said and hugged him from behind. “Yes, mom, I told you that I’m very reliable and good in these games” Malen responded with real pride in his eyes. “Yes, I’m so happy that you are... so obedient..” she said the last part more with relief than happiness. “Let’s move then, uncle Falan is waiting for us” she said and pulling her child with her hand rushed upstairs, to unlock the cellars doors and throw the keys back down for the bartender to pick up. As she was rushing out of the Inn, many people had already departed. Probably going to their works or home she thought. Pushing open the Inn doors, fresh air entered her lungs. It felt great finally being able to exit that smelly and noisy Inn. Elania looked around and remembered what the bartender had said before. She looked left and indeed saw road there, that went in both directions. “Now we just have to go left...” she said whispering to herself. “Come sweety... this road will lead us to uncle Falan.” She said and took her sons hand.

Chapter 5 - Shower (Normal NSFW)

Sun was warmly caressing her cheek, Elania started to open her eyes just to have the bright light flash into them. She looked around and the familiar sight of the simple wooden room came into view. Letting out a yawn, she stretched her arms and legs, slowly sitting up afterwards. Blanket slid down her chest exposing her beautiful milk filled breasts. Elania casually looked to her left and warm smile spread across her face. Her boy was still peacefully sleeping with his back turned against her, blanket slowly lifting as he was breathing and snoring. “Heh… you sleepy head” Elania whispered, before fully removing the blanket and turning her back to him to put her hooves on the wooden floor. “Whoops…” she silently chuckled having her hooves touch the ground slightly more loudly than she intended. Elania made another stretch, pushing her hands up and wide, enjoying the feeling of the warm Sun now shining on her whole front, especially her breasts, it somewhat tickled her. Slowly she got up from the bed and quickly shot back a glance over her shoulder to make sure that her son was still sleeping. Having that to be the case, she quickly bent down to pick up her dress and pulled it over her body, making sure that none of her goods were exposed. As she was done fixing herself, Elania put the blanket over her bed and as silently as she could, went to her still sleeping son. Stopping at his side of the bed she bent down and gently kissed his right cheek. “It’s morning, wake up sweety…” she silently whispered in his ear. Her son only let out a groan and shifted in bed. Making Elania somewhat annoyed, but still smiling “As you wish mister…” she said and went to the small table to pick up the keys. “I will go down take a shower, you can nap while I’m gone.” She said and unlocked the doors. “Yah… oke…” was the only thing her son muttered out. “Heh… men.” Elania shaked her head lightly chuckling. Leaving the room she locked the doors behind herself. Elania could already hear that there were people downstairs, which made her little bit worried, but they should’ve been informed about her presence here, so there shouldn’t be any problem. Elania slowly walked down the corridor and upon reaching staircase, started to climb down, her hooves made loud noises on each step she made. As she descended from the second floor, there was a sight of at least 5 men, chatting while sitting in their beds, some were already putting on their armor pieces and preparing for the daily duty. Elania tried not to pay much attention and after gulping saliva, proceeded towards the showers. As she walked, some of the guys stopped mid-sentence to look at her, it made her nervous, thankfully for her, chat shortly resumed. Soon enough she reached the showers. As she was about to open the doors, they suddenly popped open in front of her, almost hitting her head in the process. Elania couldn’t even manage to do or say anything as very fit guy exited the room and accidently bumped into her belly, pressing her against the corridor wall. Elania let out a gasp of the sudden contact. “Uh! I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” the fit guy immediately came to reality of what just happened. He was pretty tall, about 193cm, which was nearly as tall as her. “No, I’m fine… you just startled me that’s all..” Elania breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. As the fit guy stepped away from her, her gaze went down his body, sudden blush came on her cheeks. There was nothing around his waist, she could see his limp, yet still impressive looking penis, probably being around 15cm while flaccid. Elania quickly averted her eyes from his privates, her cheeks were starting to burn. It was so embarrassing. “There is no one there, you can go in, I will tell others to wait.” The fit guy casually pointed her towards the showers, probably not even noticing that she had stared at his manhood, it happened so fast. “Uh… yes, thank you…” she barely stammered out and quickly went by him and closed the doors after herself. Pushing her backside against the moist wall and grabbing her head in hands she exhaled “What the hell…” she said quietly to herself before stepping under the shower and removing her dress. As she turned the valve - lukewarm water started to pour on her heated flesh giving her goosebumps, the contrast between two were remarkable. “Take a hold of yourself…” she whispered while washing her body. Elania had no idea what came over her. It was extremely rude of her to stare at his junk like that, but it sort of happened automatically and there was nothing she could do about it, well… at least that’s what she thought. Her soaped hands roamed all around her body, first starting at her arms, then belly and backside as far as she could reach. After that she bent forward, washing her hairy hooves and strong hairless legs. It was so pleasant feeling to glide the soapy hands all over her calves and upwards to her beefy thighs. Shortly after that, she casually reached her hairy mound and started brushing it, applying more soap on every touch. Elania was taken away, she couldn’t get the picture of the guy’s dick out of her head. “What is going on with me..?” she silently whispered, while bracing herself with the left arm against the shower wall, while her right hand kept rubbing her hairy wet pussy. Water kept pouring on her, washing all the soap away, meanwhile her hand kept grinding against her mound, up and down the palm slid across it. Her hair were completely soaked with water, creating wide stream, that leaked down her face, making it difficult to hold the eyes open. Her head was hanging low as she kept rubbing herself, she was soaked everywhere. “Uhh… ohh…” she started to moan as her hand was brushing more and more against her pussy, stimulating it even more. She had become so sensitive there, every touch and brush turned her on more. “Uh..!” she let out a louder moan and quickly her movement stopped and her eyes sprang open. “What am I doing…?” she shakily said, before looking down at her hairy mound, that she could barely see due to her swollen belly. “What is happening to me… why am I so turned on?” she asked to herself, while having this intense urge to touch her mound again. She had no idea what was happening, but she had to sate this lust. Biting her lip, she took a glance at the closed shower doors. The urge was increasing, it made her legs shake. It was too much. Elania quickly pushed her back against the wet shower wall, putting her left palm against her mouth while firmly grasping her mound with her right, letting out a squeak, which was absorbed by her hand and started to rub her mound hard. Her cheeks were starting to redden, tail even though pressed against the wall, was starting to swing between her legs and occasionally brushing against her muscled thighs giving her extra tickling sensations. Elania was openly moaning now, if it wasn’t for her palm being closely pressed against the mouth, whole barracks could probably hear her. Her legs were buckling and trembling as the water kept pouring on her and her hand brushing her highly sensitive mound. After few more seconds she pushed 2 fingers inside of herself, parting the tight slit. Elania convulsed and bit her palm to absorb the sensation. Her legs were shaking now, she had to put more of her weight against the wall so she wouldn’t fall on the floor. “Uh… Uhh..!” she moaned in her palm as fingers started to move in and out of her slit, her legs were wobbling like crazy. It was like a mating season for her, something was definitely wrong. She was beyond soaked now at this point, but refused to stop the water, it blocked out her moans and helped her to conceal her primal urges. Water kept flowing on her head, small stream leaked down her inner thighs, where just few inches nearby 2 fingers kept pushing inside her depths. Elania’s cheeks were completely flushed now in mix of arousal and embarrassment, her brain was in ecstasy. Despite her being soaked from head to toes, her vagina was also wet. Sopping sounds came from between her thighs as she kept fingering herself. She was breathing heavily now, being so turned on all the world had disappeared around her. Without even thinking, she removed the left hand from her mouth and grabbed her left breast, letting out a noiseless gasp. With her eyes closed shut and biting her lip nearly as strongly to draw blood, she started to grope and milk her left tit, while her right hand’s fingers kept pistoning into her drenched cunt. Elania was absolutely enfolded in pleasure. Only part of the reasoning she had left in her brain was to not get caught. She was barely able to supress her moans and groans. Which turned into short and not so audible grunts. Her cheeks were red and she felt extremely hot, the lukewarm water wasn’t enough to cool her down at this point. She started to smell her own scent slowly taking over the room, which made her even more turned on and embarrassed which only enhanced her senses. As she was twisting and groping her massive breast, her legs were shaking like crazy, Elania was barely standing at this point. Her vaginal juice was already gushing out of her tight slit and leaking down her inner thighs, just to mix with the water around her knee level. “Ah…. Uh… Uh!’ she moaned louder and louder, feeling her end approaching. Twisting and groping her milk filled breast, while her fingers were thoroughly soiled with her natural lubrication, as they kept pushing inside her tight purple tunnel. It continued for 5 more seconds, before she finally reached her peak. Suddenly speeding up her actions of groping her breast and penetrating her wet cunt, Elania pinched her nipple at the same time and roughly pushing fingers in her vagina. Letting out a high pitched squeak, huge strain of milk shot out of her breast, while at the same time her legs gave away and she slid down the wall with her ass landing on the wet wooden floor. Elania was trembling and convulsing as orgasm went through her system. Her left breast still had a small stream of milk dripping down her body reaching her wet pubic hair. While fingers were still inside her wet cunt, feeling how they got held in place and freed again by her pulsating, gaping vagina. Elania just sat there with her back against the wall and water pouring over her exhausted and spent body. She was barely conscious, her head was hanging low and inhaling air deeply. Water did all the job for her, her milk was slowly washed away and her juices were cleaned off her legs. After she stopped convulsing, her mind started to return. Slowly Elania pulled fingers out of her slit, it gave her last tickling sensation as her slit closed again. She weakly put her fingers in front of her to observe their wetness. Gulping down her saliva, she slowly rubbed them together and then pushed them apart, to see that the substance lingered on and didn’t want to be separated, it was slightly sticky. So this was indeed her juice she thought. After 1 minute she had regained her breathing and slowly started to stand up. Her legs were still wobbly after such orgasm, but she could at least stand. “What was that…” she slowly said to herself, while finally reaching for valve to shut down the water supply. Water shortly stopped flowing and absolute silence filled the room. Elania slowly went to the towel, making sure not to trip anywhere, she still had to regain complete control over her legs. As she was done drying herself, quickly pulled back her dress. Just as she was about to open the shower doors she stopped. She had completely forgotten that near the end she was moaning loudly, what if they heard her? What would they think? Huge wave of embarrassment washed over her again. After she swallowed saliva, Elania decided that sooner she leaves – the better. Pushing the doors open she peeked outside. Huge relief came upon her. There was no one there, it looks like the men had already departed for their duties. Elania used the moment and quickly exited the showers and ran through the corridor to the staircase. As she climbed up, the air was also clear, after exhaling with relief she reached her room and unlocked the door. Her son was already awake and angrily looking at her. “Where you been so long?!” he shouted at her. Elania entered the room and closed the doors. “I’m sorry sweety, I had to wait before I could finally get to wash myself.” she said. Which was not exactly true, but there was no way that she could tell her son what really happened, in fact she couldn’t tell anyone. That was still an anomaly to her, was she really so turned on by seeing naked guys like that? Even after what had happened to her and it still made her stomach turn just to think about that painful and horrifying experience. It mind-boggled her. After entering the room she sat on her bed and looked at her son. “Go wash yourself, everyone have already departed and showers are free.” she said and laid down on the bed to rethink what came over her. Her son meanwhile just groaned in annoyance and left the room. Seeing him leave she turned her gaze towards the ceiling. Something was definitely wrong.   About 15 minutes later her son returned and they both went out of the room to leave the barracks. The warm wind glided over her face as she exited the building, it was sunny. Taking her son’s hand they started to walk towards the Guard Tower. “Ah! You are awake I see, how was the night?” asked the so already familiar face, as the two draenei had entered the tower. It was sergeant Will. Elania smiled in return and put the keys on the desk. “It was wonderful, thank you so much for helping us out, but we now must be going.” she said while looking at her son. “Yes, of course.” said Will and whistled. Not understanding what was that about, Elania turned her head to see 3 armored men stepping down the stairs and getting in line just next to the sergeant. Before Elania could comment, Will already interrupted her. “These fine soldiers will accompany you to the mount rental, it’s the least we can do” said the sergeant and turned around for a moment to fish something out of one of the drawers of the massive wooden desk. Elania’s eyes went wide. As he turned around, he had small bag filled with golden coins. “This will be more than enough to pay for mounts, also…” he pointed towards her peasant looking dress “you will be able to buy yourself new clothes.” said the sergeant and throw the bag at her, which she in shock barely managed to catch. “I… I don’t know what to say…” Elania replied stammering and feeling herself starting to blush. “Then don’t say anything” smiled the sergeant. “These 3 men will escort you and no, you don’t have to pay for their service, it’s already settled.” Will said and went behind his desk to sit down. “With that being said, I wish you good luck on your journey and stay safe” said sergeant to which Elania just nodded with teary eyes. “Thank you…” she replied and wiped the tears, not only she will be able to pay for mounts to reach Lakeshire and finally meet her brother, but she will finally be able to get rid of this dirty dress, which not only was ruined and dirty due to her previous assault, but also contained the memories of it. She wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. Both draenei said their farewell and in company of 3 well armored guards left the tower to move in the direction of the small village. The party of 5 people have been walking for 30 minutes now, no one said a single word, which didn’t really bother Elania so much, she just kept looking around to take in the beautiful sight of the forest in this sunny day. Soon enough forest was starting to clear and few small buildings appeared on both sides of the road. They have nearly arrived. After 2 more minutes village center came into the view and she could already spot the massive stables of horses and several humans walking around and doing their business. Some were carrying massive logs to help with the building of new houses, some were attending to stables, putting armor on some of the horses. They have arrived. “This will be it, miss.” suddenly one of the guards replied and Elania turned to face him. “Yes, thank you for escorting us.” She warmly replied, resulting the guard and 2 others to bow and shortly in line making their way back to the tower. Then she faced her son “Let’s get that mount.” She said and her son nodded. As they reached the stables, well dressed human female turned her head towards the couple and lifted her eyebrow. “We would like to rent a mount to Lakeshire” Elania proudly said, showing her bag of gold. The stable keepers eyes immediately popped open and huge smile appeared on her face. “Of course, take a look which one you want” she said and pointed towards the several horses. Elania choosed the biggest one, since she knew that these horses were not really meant for people like her and that it would be easier for this one to carry them. “We will take it” she smiled and turned her head to the human. Elania gave her the required amount of gold. “Thank you, I will prepare the horse for departure” she said went to pick up saddles. “By the way… is there a clothes shop nearby?” Elania shyly asked, to which stable keeper replied “Of course, look at that house with reddish roof, that is the cloth shop” Elania looked in the direction she was pointing and nodded in agreement. “Alright, we will be right back.” said Elania and pulled her son with her. “I need to buy some new clothes, this one is worn enough for me already.” she said to her son to remove the confusion from his face. As they approached the house she made a few knocks on the door awaiting response. Shortly door opened and elderly looking human couple appeared. “Yes? What do you want?” the male asked. “Oh… we were told that we can buy some clothes here, we are in a hurry…” Elania replied averting her eyes from the couple. “Oh… we are not open yet, but alright, we will make an exception for such nice lady like you” the old man flirted, resulting Elania to blush. “Hey!” suddenly he shouted out, startling the draenei. It looked like the wife of the shopkeeper had punched him in his guts. “I was just messing around...” Elania could hear the whispering which made her chuckle a bit. Soon enough the doors opened completely and both draenei were invited inside. Elania looked around in amazement, there was so many colors, so many types of fabric all around the shop. Different kind of dresses and shirts, one section made her blush slightly, there was underwear as well. Panties, bras and some of them were quite revealing. The wife of the shopkeeper approached the draenei. “How can I help you? Anything specific in mind?” she asked, while scanning her tall body. The elderly shopkeeper couple were short humans, around 170cm both. It was comical to see this large being in their shop. “Oh, emm…” Elania was biting her lip softly. “Do you even have something… well… in my size…?” she stammered out, feeling little nervous. On the first glance, she didn’t see anything that would be bigger than that humans would wear. “No worries my dear, we are experts in tailoring, just give us an idea and we will make it for you right away.” the elder lady warmly smiled and motioned the draenei to look around. “Mhm… ok” Elania said and looked around to shop. There was a massive choice of dresses. Some were simple, others looked like meant for the ball or huge celebration event. Elania’s favorite color was emerald, now she just had to choose what type of dress she wanted. After observing and touching some of the materials she came to the conclusion. “I would like this one” she said pointing towards gown looking dress. It didn’t look too restrictive for her belly and her breasts would also have space to breathe. “I would like to have it in emerald color and so the fabric reaches my upper hooves” she said lifting her feet to show the length. If it would be too long, she might trip, if to short, then it would be too revealing. Meanwhile shopkeeper nodded and kept writing notes. “Also, what material is this?” she asked while touching the soft and smooth fabric. “It’s silk” the lady replied, while making some final notes. “Oh, then I want it to be made from silk” Elania replied. “Alright, would you want a matching underwear?” shopkeeper casually asked. “What? Oh…” Elania was taken aback. It made sense in a way, after all she had lost her panties to that pervy dwarf before and couldn’t really go naked underneath such dress. “Okey, but from the same fabric, nothing too revealing please.” Elania said, while feeling her cheeks blushing. “Then It will be emerald silk thong I suppose?” asked the shopkeeper to which Elania nervously nodded. “Come with me, I have to make few measurements.” Said the shopkeeper and Elania followed her. “Stay here, I will be right back” said Elania to her son and went into the back of the shop. 15 minutes later Elania appeared and her son had his jaw drop. She was clad in the new emerald silk gown looking absolutely gorgeous. Her belly was well visible, yet it didn’t look to be too tight, her big breasts were gently pressing against the fabric and her hooves were visible under the beautiful and soft material. “Well? How does mommy look?” Elania said with huge amazement. “Woah! You look good!” said her son with eyes open and jaw still refusing to close. Elania made few quick spins making her dress lift up a bit exposing small portion of her light blue calves. “This looks very good on you, young lady” said the shopkeeper wife, while the husband had pushed himself in the corner trying to hide his inappropriate boner. “Thank you so much, I’m very happy about this!” Elania squeaked in amazement giving the gold for the well done job. “Come, let’s go!” she said with huge excitement in her voice taking her son with her. “Feel free to come back again!” said the shopkeepers’ wife as Elania nodded and nearly ran to the stables where their horse was already prepared for journey. “All set and done.” said the human female while cleaning her hands. “Alright… now just have to mount this steed…” Elania said while taking look at her emerald dress. She had rode elekks before who were much bigger and more suited for someone like her, however she wasn’t wearing so expensive and still somewhat tight clothes then. “Baby, mind helping me?” she said while extending her arm to her son who nodded and took it holding it firmly to give her leverage. “Okey.” She said and with one push managed to climb on the horse putting herself right on the saddles. “Uh…” she gasped as her crotch touched the thick leather giving her solid bump through her panties. Not wanting to look suspicious she quickly extended her arm. “Now your turn sweety.” she said and easily with their combined strength pulled her son in front of her on top of the horse. It looked like their combined weight wasn’t too much to handle. “Alright, happy and safe journey you two!” said the stable keeper with wide smile on her face while waving good bye to the two draenei. “Thank you, we will!” replied Elania and with quick farewell guided their horse to the sandy road. “So this is it Malen” she said while gently touching her sons shoulder “In couple of hours we shall see your uncle, Let’s not wait any minute longer” and with quick motion the horse started to gallop, Lakeshire wasn’t that far away anymore.

Chapter 8 - Run (EXTREME+ NSFW)

Please read: Hello guys, I hope that you enjoyed my stories and they were worth reading. I'm making this note to inform you that I won't be writing any new stories / chapters any time soon. The reason for that is that I finally got a job which takes a lot of energy and I have many things to learn in order to proceed further. In other words, I got a job in IT field for my Internet Service Provider as tech support for business clients and it's very tough to learn the new systems and stuff. Which means that there is no way that I will be able to combine both, meaning the fanfiction writing and job. Is this the end? Absolutely not! But I won't be writing anything new, until I have well settled in my new work place and there no longer is going to be a need for me to improve. Those can be months, maybe more, who knows. So my suggestion for you would be that read my other stories if you haven't done so, since this one is probably the most brutal one and that means you might actually enjoy my other stories more if you are not comfortable with so rough content. With that being said, dig in and wish me luck to succeed ^^ Content level: Extreme+ NSFW She was running away and fast. Hooves clicked on the solid city ground as her strong beefy thighs led her forward. "Quick, she must not be far!" someone shouted from behind her. Elania gasped in fear and increased her tempo. Dimly-lit houses flashed by her as she kept running away from the stalkers. Spotting a small alley she quickly turned and ran into it slowing her pace down and being careful not to trip anywhere it was pitch black. Elania stopped in the middle and crouched down behind boxes, the stalkers were coming closer. The sound of their voices became louder and louder, but suddenly it was dead silence. Elania swallowed and carefully leaned forward to look at the place from where she entered. She couldn't spot anyone. "Maybe I got away…" she silently whispered to herself, before standing up and brushing off dust from her simple white dress. Elania silently and slowly proceeded further into the dark alley. It was a place between 2 large houses, which stood closely together and blocked any light source coming into the path she was walking on. Soon enough the complete darkness started to fade, she was close to the exit on the other side. Elania carefully leaned to look behind one corner and then the other one – sight seemed to be clear. She exhaled with huge relief and stepped out of the alley. "There you are!" came voice from her behind and suddenly arm was wrapped around her neck. "No..!" Elania managed to choke out before the arm started to strangle her as she was being pulled back inside the dark alley. She could barely breathe and couldn't do anything to free herself. "We've been waiting for you…" said the mysterious assaulter who kept pulling her. "No… please no… don't hurt me.." she pleaded as her eyes started to water both from fear and lack of oxygen. Suddenly she heard door unlocking behind her and in the next moment she was being shoved inside. Elania screamed in fear and quickly stood up to look around, it was completely dark and she couldn't see anything around her. "No…" she muttered to herself while turning around and attempting to gain any visual information. "Ha ha ha…" She heard the echo laugh somewhere in the room, at first it sounded like coming from above, but then as if it was coming from the walls. "No... please… LET ME OUT!" she screamed being terrified through the bone. Suddenly she saw small reddish light coming from behind. She stopped in her tracks and very slowly started to turn around her legs barely complied she was trembling and shaking inside. As she turned, her eyes spotted a small black candle that was lit and placed on the ground. After few seconds candles all around her ignited the room in circle formation with her being in the middle. Elania rapidly looked around trying to see anyone, but there was only her and the black lit candles. "Yes… we can start now…" the freakish voice returned and Elania nearly collapsed. Randomly shifting her gaze on the floor she noticed to be standing in the middle of bloody drawn pentagram. Draenei gasped in fear and started shaking. "You can't avoid this… it will happen" the terrifying voice returned. This time it sounded like coming from one specific direction. "Come on now boys, enjoy yourselves with this goat" Elania's eyed went wide. She heard several fast steps skittering all around her. It was still dark and she couldn't see much of the room. "No… please…" Elania stumbled on the spot looking around. Suddenly she felt someone pull at her tail. She quickly turned around and saw small red fiendish creature looking back at her and smiling. It was no taller than 30cm from the ground. "What…" Elania gasped before yelping in pain and dropping on her knees. She quickly pulled the dress aside and saw that her blood was slowly dripping down the fresh cut. Slowly turning her head behind she saw another creature, similar like the one in front, but this one had small dagger in his hand with the tip smeared in her blood. "Please… don't hurt me" she stammered out while looking at the small creature and started to cry. Imp showed no remorse, if anything his wicked grin didn't change at all. Suddenly several others came rushing at her. Elania gasped as someone hit her head and made her fall horizontally on the bloody floor. She felt being turned on her back and started choking as one of them began to strangle her. Her sight was becoming blurry as the impish creature with his wicked grin looked into her eyes while crushing her wind pipe. Despite his little height he was unnaturally strong. "Please…" Elania managed to choke out, tears and blood starting to fill her eyes. As she was being strangled, Elania felt how her dress was getting cut in pieces. Some cuts exposed her swollen belly, others went for her breasts, making her wince in sudden pain as one of the cuts went deeper and along with the cloth also gave a soft slice under her breast. Elania attempted to struggle and throw them off her body, but some mystical power prevented her from doing so. In the next moment she felt that her legs were being pried open. Imp released her neck and she inhaled deeply while choking on her tears. Quickly she managed to free her left leg and blindly kicked it forward, connecting with one of the creatures heads. Her victory was short-term as in result she got stabbed in her leg. "Aaaahhhh!" Elania cried out in pain as the dagger buried its blade deep inside her beefy thigh. Pain was too much, while being distracted by it, in few slices her underwear was gone and she felt as something slid inside of her. Elania through pain and tears lifted her head up to see small fiendish creature between her thick thighs pushing his small 10cm dick inside her vagina. "No!" she cried out and attempted to push herself away from the small rapist but in the moment she applied force on her left leg she winced and cried out in pain. The dagger had made her leg completely useless it hurt so badly. Meanwhile imp used her wide hips as leverage while continued to push his small pecker inside her dry cunt. Her vagina was too big for him, his small dick didn't hurt her, barely making any friction inside her, but it was unpleasant and scratched her insides, it was more about the humiliation factor than the actual penetration. Elania cried while the imps abused her body. Her breasts were exposed, 2 of them already started sucking on her nipples. The one who was previously choking her, now pushed his small pecker against her mouth. Elania winced in pain from the thigh and turned her head away to avoid insertion. Suddenly her mouth opened wide in another huge scream and the imp pushed his dick inside her throat making her gag. Another imp had stabbed her, this time in her other thigh the same place. Tears ran down her eyes while the 4 imps violated her body, one in mouth, two on breasts and the last one in her vagina. Elania nearly lost consciousness as another imp joined between her legs and pushed inside her vagina alongside his partner, he used the daggers as leverage to piston into her. Her blue blood was leaking from her beefy thighs as the imp held firmly on both daggers while pushing his small pecker inside. Elania groaned and screamed in huge amounts of pain while the one sitting on her neck was slamming his penis down her throat. Shortly another one joined and started to penetrate her vagina alongside the other two. Elania grunted and groaned in pain as the 3rd entered, at this point it was problematic for her vagina to accommodate all three of them, which made a very tight fit and gave her soring pain as all 3 imps started to push inside her in joint movement as one solid object. "Mhmm!" she gurgled around the dick in her mouth, while the imps on her breasts started to chew on her nipples. The trio between her thick thighs started to fuck her harder, making her breasts bounce on each push. They pushed their peckers all the way in each time, slamming hard against her pelvic bone. Elania groaned as they continued to rape her. Her thighs were getting numb, daggers did their toll as streams of blue blood leaked from the cut alongside her thighs to the ground. Elania started to weep, the familiar feeling of hot substance pouring into her depths. As the trio were done cumming, they pulled their dicks out of her abused womanhood. Shortly the stream of imp sperm started to drip out of her gaping purple hole. Elania gasped and inhaled deeply as the imp raping her throat finally pulled out making her choke on his precum. Freedom didn't last long as the trio who previously raped her vagina, now jumped next to her head and just as before pushed their dicks inside her throat. Elania's eyes went wide and she thought that she will lose consciousness, immediately her air supply was cut by 90% as the trio throat raped her. *glurk* *glurk* *glurk* was the only sound coming out of her mouth. Elania painfully grunted as someone pulled both daggers out of her thighs. She was quickly turned on her left side as the trio continued to rape her throat while holding on her horns so she wouldn't be able to get away. "Mhhmmm!" she groaned around their dicks as she felt another pair inserting their rods inside her cum stained vagina. This time two imps shared her vaginal hole while another one pushed inside her butt. They continued to rape the poor draenei female in similar fashion. For 20 minutes they abused all her holes just to switch with other imps. Her breasts were in cuts and bleeding in combination of her milk and their sperm. Her upper thighs were coated in dried blood, as the cuts where the daggers were stabbed was still open. As she laid on the floor sideways, only the glurking sounds and slams of her rapists against her mound echoed in the room as they kept raping her holes. Her vagina was thoroughly stained in cum as more imp spunk kept leaking out of her blue slit and ran down her thigh as imps continued to push their peckers inside. *glurk* *glurk* *glurk* Elania started choking as the trio released their sperm in her throat. They quickly pulled their dicks out of her mouth as poor draenei started convulsing in attempts to regain breath. Her face was stained with tears and their smelly cum, Elania coughed heavily making some of the sperm shoot out of her throat and stain the floor nearby. She coughed and cried meanwhile trying to clean their cum off of her face and cheeks only to wince and groan in sudden pain as the imps raping her vagina picked up the speed. Her whole body was getting bumped forward as the imps rammed their hard rods inside her cunt and ass. "Please… no more…" she cried out, while still having her sore vagina being double-teamed by 2 imps and 1 penetrating her pucker. She kept spitting more and more cum out of her mouth, but as much as she tried, she couldn't get the foul taste out of her mouth. The trio who previously raped her throat split up and 2 of them went back to her backside, while one stayed next to her face and started rubbing his 10cm smelly rod against her cheeks. Elania was beyond exhausted and hopeless, but still turned her cheek away attempting to get away from the dirty prick. She groaned in pain as the imp took hold of her hair and roughly pulled them backwards. Using the moment, he pushed his prick inside her mouth again. Meanwhile one of the imps joined his partner to push his dick inside her ass, splitting it even more wider. Elania grunted as she felt her butt getting stretched even more. The second imp joined the duo in her vagina and Elania cried out as again 3 hard peckers started penetrating her already stained and sore cunt. It continued for 10 more minutes, poor draenei woman was barely conscious at this point. She was clad in imp sperm, her throat was being raped by one of them, while in total 5 imps abused her other two holes. Soon they all sped up their filthy actions, making Elania groan and weep pathetically. Her body has gone numb, she couldn't feel her throat or her waist, only pain and soreness radiated from there. Her body kept bumping and scraping on the floor as 5 imps pushed their cocks inside her backside, their combined strength was enough to physically move the big draenei woman on the floor as they kept ravaging her depths. After 30 seconds of enhanced pain and penetration they all came inside her. Elania felt as her vagina, butt and throat was once again getting filled with foul imp cum. All of them quickly pulled their cocks out of her holes. Elania's body went limp, her eyes were in tears and her body reeked of their cum. Her dress was in cuts and stained in her sweat and imp cum. There was blood on her thighs, most of it had stopped flowing. Her backside was complete mess. While still laying sideways with her beefy thighs held firmly together, her butt and stretched vagina had wide streams of imp sperm running out of her blue slit. There was a small pool of their collective spunk under her backside and it only expanded as more sperm dripped out of her abused holes. Elania was barely breathing. "So….I suppose you are ready now?" the sudden deep voice returned and echoed in the room. Elania could barely register what it said. "Pl… ple..." she murmured, not being able to move. "Don't worry sweetheart, I will make sure you feel a real deal" said the voice and started laughing. Meanwhile Elania just laid there, she was so exhausted and destroyed, that she was no longer able to do anything. Suddenly imps around her ran away and she heard heavy steps coming her way. Elania swallowed some of the saliva in her throat and slowly turned her head towards the source, already accepting death that with no doubt would come to her. In couple of seconds huge demon appeared in front of her, it looked like a Felguard, he was at least 250cm tall and built as destroyer, his body was full of muscles. But as Elania's stare went down her face paled. Felguard had at least 40cm long and thick appendage hanging between his legs. Noticing her stare Felguard started to laugh again "I see… for you I will make sure to get the whole thing in" said Felguard and went behind her. "No… no…" Elania whispered as she heard Felguard crouching down on his knees. She used her last strength to attempt to crawl away from the huge brute, her movement was pathetically slow. In the next moment she let out a weak yelp as Felguard with ease took her hoof and pulled the draenei to him, then flipped her on the back. Elania felt as the huge brute spread her legs and pulled her even closer to his waist. She was too weak to fight back or even to get away. "Oh may… it seems my little friends have filled you for good. Well… luckily for you it will ease the penetration… maybe…." said the Felguard with evil smirk. Elania convulsed and started trembling as she felt his massive dick rubbing against her sore and dirty vagina. Suddenly she heard the doors being kicked. It startled the demon and he looked behind. Elania couldn't understand what was being said, but those were people voices. They were attempting to get in. "Oh well… it seems we don't have much time" said Felguard and leaned forward pressing himself against her swollen belly making her grunt in pressure and pain. Doors were getting kicked harder now, they were about to break. "Look at me!" said Felguard while forcibly turning her face towards him. "I want to see your face as I destroy your insides" Elania's eyes watered. In the next moment Felguard pushed inside making Elania screech in horrible pain her cervix was split open and started bleeding. Satisfied with her pain he slowly pulled out. His tip was smeared in cum and blood of her inner organs, she was slowly dying. "Now… time to say hello to your fetus" Smirked Felguard and lined up his 40cm rod with her bleeding vagina again. Felguard with all his might pushed inside again making Elania let out a voiceless scream as his rod went passed her bleeding cervix and inside her uterus. Meanwhile doors bursted open and blinding ray of light filled the room. Immediately Elania felt her breath return and her eyes snapped open. "There is one, quickly! Bring healers, we need to attend to her!" Elania shifted her blurry gaze towards the sound. It appeared that she was still in the same tent as before, laid on the wooden table. She tried to make out the image, it looked like a human clad in Alliance armor. "Please… help me…" she managed to stammer out, before the last thing she saw was the human man running towards her and then everything went dark.

Chapter 6 - Invasion (EXTREME NSFW)

Both draenei were riding the mighty steed, images flashed in front of their eyes as the fast mount carried them forward. The familiar forest biome with its green grass and tall trees was long gone, the new sight of golden looking plains and sandy road was ahead of them. “We must be close.” said Elania while holding her son stronger as the well trained steed rushed forward. After few minutes of battling with exhaustion and the long hill upwards, they finally reached the top. Elania looked ahead and her sight immediately shifted to the mighty renovated Alliance bridge which was crossing the river. Left from it she could spot several houses just on the other side from the river it was Lakeshire. “Finally…” she said and with a huge relief led their horse to cross the bridge. As they came closer to the Lakeshire, Elania couldn’t help but notice that many people looked like in a hurry. As both draenei had crossed the bridge there were several of them passing by her without saying a single word, they just ran. That wasn’t the only strange thing, as they reached the village center, there was very high amount of guards patrolling the territory. Some were standing in formation, while others looked to be helping the casual farmers with materials or something. Elania looked around, it looked like a chaos, something was going on and she didn’t like it at all. “Hey! What is going on?” she shouted just outside of the church. No one seemed to hear or care about her question. Everyone was running as if preparing for war. She grow impatient and nervous, suddenly she heard voices coming from the church and turned her head just in time to see someone of a higher rank to walk out accompanied by of the looks of it to be the village elder. Elania quickly dismounted, straightening her dress and approached them. “Sir, what is going on here?!” she asked in worried tone. The talking pair got startled by her and stopped in their tracks observing the tall draenei. First one who started to talk was the officer. “I’m lieutenant Holton, the officer in charge of Redridge Mountains territory, and right now this village is under lockdown” said the highly ranked officer and continued his path downstairs, closely followed by the nearly pale and very nervous looking elder. Elania wasn’t satisfied with his answer so she cut his way by walking in front of him. Lieutenant stopped in his tracks again and was forced to look upwards to meet the eyes of the draenei mother. He was about 185cm tall, making the whole scene little comical if it wouldn’t be so serious. “Tell me what is going on! I’m here to visit my brother, and I have no idea what is happening!” she nearly shouted at the lieutenant. Holton exhaled “Band of vicious orcs have been spotted nearby Lakeshire on nord east, there are reports that some of the villagers might have been kidnapped. This is why we highly advice everyone to leave this village by going south crossing the bridge, while the reinforcements arrive, it’s very possible that orcs might return or even attack.” said the Lieutenant, leaving Elania paling. “But… but my brother, is he alright?!” she nearly screamed with hysteria. “I don’t know about that…” said the officer and pointed towards the Inn. “Go there and check the registry, we have ordered everyone to be signed in to see who have been taken away and who is still safe, if your brother’s signature is not there…” said the officer before taking a deep breath “then I’m sorry” he finished while putting on his helmet and walked away. Elania was stunned. “Fast!” she pulled her son off the horse and ran towards the Inn. Upon reaching the building she pushed the doors open and rushed inside. There were several people inside, some were drinking like crazy as if it would be the last thing they would do in their lives, others had pushed several tables together and used it as platform for huge map of Redridge Mountains. Elania looked around but couldn’t spot her brother anywhere, then she saw 2 Alliance guards who sat next to one of the tables with huge book of written names in it, occasionally flipping through the pages and checking the listings. She quickly ran to them. “Please! Please tell me that my brother is safe!” she sounded very desperate. Both guards looked at her. “What is his name?” one of the guards asked. “Falan. He is of the same race as I, he is draenei.” she spoke very quickly, being stressed out of her mind. One of the guards started to flip through the pages, while the other looked at the well dressed and clearly distressed draenei woman. After several seconds the guard that checked the book stopped in his tracks and looked at the Elania. “He was here, but…” he started to speak, as Elania immediately had fear in her eyes “But we don’t have his signature here, so most likely he has been taken… I’m very sorry…” as the guard finished his sentence, Elania collapsed on her kness and started to cry. “There was nothing we could do, most likely he was out of the town hunting when the orcs came” said the guard and tried comforting the sobbing draenei mother. Meanwhile her son was hugging her from behind, understanding her pain, but not quite the horrible situation. “Miss, please calm down… there is a chance that he is still alive…” said the guard and Elania lifted her head with teary eyes to look at the man. “Wha… what do you mean…?” she sobbed. “These orcs, we believe that they are not serving the Horde, but work on their own. Most likely he is taken prisoner to be sold as slave to cartel.” said the guard and stood up. Elania cleared her eyes and also stood up cleaning her dress. “What cartel?” she asked. “It’s difficult to measure their total power and strength, but all we know is that it’s a faction filled with lowest of the scums -bandits, slavers and very rich people with a lot of gold, who enjoy to abuse the law and break the rules, they don’t serve neither the Alliance or the Horde. They are outlaws.” said the guard and motioned to his fellow soldier to follow. “But what about my brother? You must save him!” Elania shouted at them. “My lady… I know how you feel, but we cannot do anything until the reinforcements have arrived. Right now our main goal is to secure the village and lead the people to safety. When the reinforcements arrive – we will be able to launch counter-attack and free your brother.” Said the guard and started to move to the exit. “And what am I supposed to do?! I just arrived and I won’t be leaving without him!” she shouted back at them. “In that case stay here and by no means leave the village. We will continue to strengthen the village defences so you will be safe here.” said the guard and left the Inn. Elania looked as both guards left and turned towards her son. “We have to stay here… your uncle is in trouble and they will try to free him as soon as they can.” She said and took her sons hand. “Mom… I’m afraid, what if those orcs come here?” her son asked, looking clearly worried. “They won’t, this place is well guarded and we will be safe” she said and went to the Innkeeper. Considering the fact that many people had left the village, leaving only guards, blacksmiths and other personnel here, Inn was quite empty and both draenei could easily get a room upstairs. “Alright, we will stay here” said Elania as she entered the comfy looking room and closed the doors behind them. It was a simple room with a bed and small desk next to the bed, also closet and window that had curtains. Elania noticed that there was only 1 bed, but it won’t be a problem, after all her son was still very young and it wasn’t that inappropriate to sleep with him in the same bed, just like the old times. After some time the Sun started to descend into the horizon. Her son was already getting into bed to prepare for sleep, while she was looking through the window to see the busy village outside. More troops had arrived and she could barely see them in the weak light preparing the barricades. She knew that it will be very difficult for her to relax in these circumstances. Elania had no idea where was her brother and was he even alive, thought itself made her insides turn, she couldn’t even think about it. Turning sideways she saw that her son was already snoring. It warmed her heart, thank goodness he couldn’t see these things to be so serious as they really were, she wouldn’t be able to calm herself and her son at the same time. Carefully not to wake her son she sat on the bed and pulled off the blanket from her side just to slip under it. Elania would prefer to sleep naked, but she couldn’t afford it in the presence of her boy, instead she still had her emerald dress on along with her emerald silk panties. “Good night…” she whispered and went to sleep. Elania was having nightmares again, once again she was pushed in the corner by huge brutes that attempted to remove her clothes, she clawed and screamed at them, but nothing helped, they kept creeping closer and closer. Suddenly she heard screams accompanied by metal boot noises, her eyes snapped open. It wasn’t a nightmare anymore. Elania quicky sat up in her bed, it was pitch black in the room and still night outside. Then the screaming returned. Elania jumped up and ran to the window to see that guards were running to the West from her. “We are under attack! In formation, NOW!” she heard someone scream. Her son was also awakened by the loud noises and was trembling in the bed. “Mom… mom I’m afraid…” he said while shaking in the bed. Meanwhile Elania’s eyes were glued to the window. Noises came closer, some were loud impacts of metal colliding, others were very inhuman like growls and grunts. “They have breached the barricades! Hold them back!” she heard another scream, but this one was very close. Elania felt her legs starting to tremble, she was terrified. “Mom…” she suddenly remembered her son and quickly approached him on the bed to take him in firm hug. Not being able to say anything she just held him in her embrace. Suddenly she heard loud shout just outside of the Inn and her insides clenched. Just few moments later another battle broke loose just outside the Inn, metal was colliding in mix with screams and shouts of Alliance guards. Both draenei were trembling in their embrace. Few moments later sounds stopped. Elania thought that battle was over, she kept looking at the wall behind her son, still holding him strongly in her embrace, seconds turned into minutes, it felt like time had frozen. Elania jumped as sudden boom and roar echoed in the walls. They were in. “No…” she whispered, feeling her body becoming limp, she was absolutely terrified. “Baby, listen to me!” she took her sons face in her hands, having tears escaping her eyes. “You need to hide, get under the bed and don’t come out!” she said to her son, before hugging him again. Her son started to cry, he was so afraid. Elania cringed as she heard female screams just under their room followed by loud cracking noises of furniture. “Now, do it!” she told her son and got up from the bed to run towards the doors, she had to protect her son, even if it meant sacrificing herself. Elania was trembling as she touched the door knob, she was about to meet those savages, but she had to do it for her son safety. Swallowing her fear she cleared the tears from her eyes and quickly left the room, closing the doors behind. The terrified draenei mother ran across the corridor to the opposite side and entered the toilet which was empty. Noises of wood breaking and roars came closer and closer. It sounded like the orcs were killing people on the main floor, before she heard heavy steps coming upstairs. Elania thought that she will collapse, hiding in the corner of the toilet as the steps came closer. For upcoming seconds she could hear the same pattern over and over again, sounds of doors being breached and then shouts and screams of humans being dragged out of their rooms accompanied by intimidating roars of the assaulters. Elania was trembling in the corner, her legs finally gave away and she slid down the toilet wall. Heavy steps came closer, in the next moment Elania screamed in terror as her doors got busted out. Massive orc entered the small room and turned to see the trembling draenei in her green dress sitting in the corner. Huge grin appeared on the orc face as he roughly pulled Elania by her horn out of the room. Elania cried out in pain and fear as the brutal orc manhandled her. He was about her own height of 200cm, but much stronger than her. She couldn’t oppose his strength as he took hold of her horn and started pulling her downstairs. Elania felt adrenaline fill her veins on the last attempt to free herself. With all her strength she kicked the orc leg from behind with her thick hoof. Orc groaned in huge pain letting her go. Elania quickly looked around, there was nowhere to run, only exit was behind the orc, who was bent over due to the painful kick. Soon enough she understood her mistake and started to back up. Orc turned his head towards her and his eyes filled with fury. Letting out a massive roar he closed the distance and pushed the draenei mother against the wall, choking her with his massive green hand. She couldn’t breathe it felt like he could crush her wind pipe with ease if he wanted to. Just as she was about to faint the orc removed his hand and slapped her across the face. Elania fell on the ground barely conscious. Next events were in complete blur to her, she could still feel that orc took hold of her horn again and started to pull her downstairs. She slid over the floor like some kind of hunted animal, stairs gave her painful bumps as they hit her side and back. As she was pulled to the main floor stench of blood entered her nose. Suddenly she felt being picked up and thrown on the table on her back. She grunted on the impact and her vision was starting to clear. Weakly turning her head to the right she saw human men, that were forced to sit in the corner with their hands behind their backs as 2 orcs with bloody axes guarded them. Their heads were turned in her direction, some refused to watch, to which orcs hit them with their weapons as If forcing them to observe the scene. Loud scream and cries for help came from her left side to which she responded by turning her head. Image was still blurry, but soon enough it crystallized clear. There were at least 3 human females being raped at the moment. Laid on the table like her, on their backs with their legs spread and clothes ripped apart. Elania thought that she will vomit. “No…” she weakly said. Suddenly she heard loud roar above her turning her head to see that massive orc was standing next to her head. Quickly it took her hands and pressed them down on the sides of her head against the table. “No… NOOO!!!” she started to struggle knowing well enough what was going to happen. As she was struggling, she didn’t notice the second orc who came close to her hooves. With ease he took hold of her blue calves and spread them apart, having her emerald dress slide up her meaty strong thighs to expose her green silk panties underneath. “No! Get off me!” she shouted with tears flying all around her face. Elania attempted to pull her legs away from the orc as she had done before with the dwarf, however this one had no problem to hold her in place and her struggle led to nowhere. Meanwhile Orc grunted in approval seeing her underwear, he pushed her legs apart in ‘M’ formation and took firm grip of her thick thighs to pull her closer to his waist. Elania was starting to sob, not this nightmare again. In few seconds orc got rid of his pants and pushed his face against her panties to inhale her scent. Elania gasped feeling his touch and started to struggle with all her might, she was strong for a draenei, but for someone like male orc, it was nothing. Finding her scent to be very pleasant, orc roared in approval and with quick motion ripped the silk panties from her waist, making Elania grunt in the pain, leaving them dangling on her left thigh. Next part made her weep as she felt the orc’s wide tongue touching her hairy mound. Tears ran down her cheeks, as the huge brute slid his tongue all over her womanhood, uncomfortably scraping her tight slit in the process. Just after few licks her mound was drenched in his saliva. Orc held her beefy thighs close to his face as he continued to eat her out, gathering more of her scent and taste in his mouth as he pushed and probed against her vaginal opening. Elania attempted to struggle, but the massive green hands held her in place, “Aaagh!” she gasped, feeling the orc’s attempts on pushing his wet tongue inside her vagina. Meanwhile orc couldn’t get enough of her taste by putting his big thumbs on both sides of her blue slit he spread it open revealing tight purple hole. Elania felt being exposed and started to shake her head while whimpering. Orc let out another roar and pushed his tongue inside her purple tunnel. Elania let out a cry and started sobbing as the orc’s tongue was violating her vagina. Orc grunted in pleasure as his tongue was getting squeezed by her inner walls, while leaving more potent taste of her draenei cunt in his mouth. After few minutes of licking and eating her out, he was finally finished and extracted his soiled tongue from her depths and roared in pride, while lining his 25cm hard rod with her tight slit. With a grunt he pushed himself all the way in. Elania schreeched in pain, he was way too big for her and quite literally splitting her open. Meanwhile orc took hold of her soft beefy thighs and pressed them against his chest as he started to penetrate her with moderate deep thrusts. Elania cried out and grunted each time he hilted himself inside of her. Each time his ugly green dick bumped against her cervix giving her horrible pain. “Please…. stop…” she weakly said with teary eyes before letting out another groan as the massive orc pushed his hard dick inside of her again. The orc holding her hands quickly pulled down her dress to expose her big tits and let out a roar. “No…” Elania could only mutter out before her sight was blocked by green chest. “Aaaaahhhh!!!!” she let out a scream, feeling the orc above her starting to suck and bite her nipple. Minutes went by, her vagina had gone completely numb, the massive girth of the green rapist had stretched her insides a lot. Orc between her legs kept moaning and grunting as his still hard dick kept penetrating her depths. She wasn’t wet and therefore very tight fit for his massive rod, only thing that made it somewhat lubricated was his saliva and precum, that he kept releasing occasionally in her birth canal. Orc kept driving inside her cunt, making the whole table shake under his brute force and her weight, precum was starting to drip out of her abused hole, staining her dress underneath her. Elania was nearly unconscious at this point. Her body rocked each time the orc pushed inside, she could no longer feel her vagina, it only radiated pain and soreness. Her tears had long dried up on her cheeks and her body was completely limp. Slurping sounds still echoed in her ears as there was another pair of orcs who were nursing her well-endowed breasts. Milk stains were all over her chest and some even on her dress as both kept sucking milk out of her tits. Elania was wincing in pain as she felt the orc raping her to build up speed. It went for 10 more seconds before she heard loud roar and warm substance starting fill her insides. Elania gulped down saliva and started to convulse out of shock. Orc moaned as he slowly pulled out his spent penis from her depths. As it left her vagina he could see her stretched purple hole on full display, he was so big that her cunt was still 4cm wide after removing his rod. Soon his sperm started to flow out of her freshly fucked pussy. With a mocking laugh he carelessly dropped her legs back on the table, having them swing slightly not reaching the floor. Soon another orc replaced him. Taking her thick legs and putting them on his shoulders, making her vagina somewhat more tight in that way and drove inside of her. Elania grunted as another orc penetrated her depths. This one was slightly smaller, being 21cm long, however his thickness was the same, and the first entry always hurt the most, since her vagina was slowly starting to return to her natural shape. This time orc easily slid his rod in and out of her, she was still tight for him, but the amount of sperm inside made the penetration very smooth. This one was more of a beast, after few penetrations he strongly gripped her thighs and started to smack his waist against her cunt, driving his hard rod inside of her with more brute force than before. Elania held her eyes closed to absorb the feeling, but still grunted and winced in pain each time the orc hilted himself inside of her. Table was shaking under her weight as orc started to fuck her with deep strokes in 2 times per second speed. He fucked her like metronome, with precise and violent thrusts abusing her already ruined vagina even more. Elania felt her body bumping on each time he entered her. Soon the 2nd rapist picked up his speed and started to piston into her even faster, nearly breaking the table under her. The room was filled with the sounds of his hard balls slapping against her cum stained mound. Sounds were becoming more distant to her, she was slowly starting to lose consciousness. Last thing she heard was the roar of her rapist and the cheer of his comrades as he pushed himself inside of her few more times, giving her stinging pain and rocking her body with each penetration as their hips collided. With final push to fully hilt himself inside her vagina to release his well brewed seed in her sore depths. Her body went limp. 2nd orc slowly pulled his dick out of her purple hole, shortly another wave of cum started to escape her slit. Her pubic hair was completely stained and painted white with spunk, while her slit was wide open due to the previous 2 insertions. Orcs that were feasting on her breasts before had long gone to rape human females, from which most were already unconscious. Another two came to take their place. They looked at her face and gently pushed it with their fingers, she was out cold with her eyes closed. Leaning in to her milk stained chest they started to suck on her breasts again. Meanwhile, another orc came to stand before her slightly parted legs. As he got rid of his pants the 30cm beast sprang free. Picking her right calve he turned the abused and unconscious draenei to her left side. Then he took her limp tail and pulled her towards him more. After that he pushed her beefy thighs together sideways, so she laid on her left side while having her beefy thighs held closely together. In this position her round butt was on full display and her cum stained pussy was better visible. Her blue lips were already swollen, occasionally more cum dripped out, staining her left ass cheek and the table underneath her. Orc stepped closer and started to rub his 30cm rod against her cum filled vagina. After few strokes back and forth he finally lined it up with her 2cm wide hole (in this position) and with massive groan of pleasure pushed his rod inside her depths. Despite how abused and stretched her cunt was, for this massive dick she was still a very tight fit. Knowing very well his proportions, he started to penetrate her with deep, but slow strokes. He knew that if he fucked her with all his might, then he would easily kill her and that wasn’t his intention, they needed her alive. Slowly her vagina accepted his size, getting stretched on whole new levels. Her body was jerking slightly as the well-endowed orc hilted himself inside of her over and over again. After few more strokes he slowly pulled his massive dick out of her cunt. As his rod left her insides, her hole remained wide open. Dark purple walls stained with fresh sperm were visible. Orc rubbed his penis against her stained mound to gather more sperm, then he lined it against her tight ass. Taking a deep breath, he took hold of her thighs so she wouldn’t slide away and started to push his hard dick inside her ass. Letting out a moan as his penis head disappeared inside her butt. She was 10 times more tighter than her already stretched vagina. Suddenly orc let out a moan and grasped her legs for balance as he was starting to cum. Her tight ass was too much for him, making him shake as he unloaded his potent sperm inside her butt. He didn’t stop cumming for 30 seconds before his orgasm ran through him and slowly extracted his semi-hard rod from her ass. As his dick left her butt, rapid stream of cum started to drip out of her. Since he was still not completely flaccid, the orc used the opportunity to push inside her vagina again to unload the last remaining seed in her depths. As the orc was done cumming, he pulled out his dick and wiped the remaining sperm against her beefy thighs, just to put it back in his pants. Meanwhile the two orcs that were nursing her breasts had completely emptied her tits and with satisfaction giving the last gentle bite on her nipples, backed off. After few minutes one of the orcs came to the abused draenei mother and started to wipe her thighs and mound. As the majority of spunk was cleaned, he slid her dress over her legs and put her tits inside the cleavage. Later on her legs and hands were bound by a rope and the orc party left the village, carrying with them the spoils of war.

Chapter 4 - Sleep Assault (Heavy NSFW)

content level: Heavy NSFW Allen had updated his boss with the draenei mothers health state, he was happy to hear that she was fully healed. Everything wasn't so clean as it may have looked in the beginning. Ointment that used Allen was indeed healing her, however it was also an aphrodisiac. Elania might not have been so turned on if that wasn't for that, even worse, she might actually see that as an attempt to sexually assault her which it truly was. Allen was not a bad fellow, however this new beauty had really captivated him and made a huge mess in his head, only what he thought about was getting in between her legs, he couldn't help it. He had to find a way to do it. Elania exited the room, and the sergeant immediately greeted her. "Healer told me that your condition have become much better, is that true?" asked the human guard. "Yeah.. it no longer hurts and.. yeah... I feel better now" stammered Elania. She still had no idea what was going on, but something was suspicious. "Anyway, I'm afraid that it's getting late and it shouldn't be smart to travel in dark, even more when considering the previous events..." said the sergeant. And Elania looked back at him worried. "You and your son should stay here, you both could continue the journey tomorrow morning and we would provide you with safe escort then." Elania was about to protest, but sergeant as if reading her thoughts interrupted her. "We will have you and your son a private room in barracks, no one will interrupt you there and you can rest assured that this place is well guarded and no harm can possibly come to you or your son"said the guard. "Thank you so much..." said Elania and bowed. "Come, ah... your son and Josh is back also, let me show you your quarters." said the sergeant and motioned for them to follow him. "Mom! This place is so cool!" said Malen as he got back to his mothers side. "I believe you honey, but you can tell me that later, we will be spending night here it seems, for our own safety." she said and followed the sergeant. They left the tower and walked behind it, there was a small military building, those were barracks to accomodate the tower guards and those who would have to spend too much time to return home from duty. "We have arrived" said sergeant as both draenei had enterted the house. It looked like a small hotel even, one side led to the showers, while the other had beds. "Ah... don't worry" said the sergeant looking at the confused mother, there was no way that they would sleep here with other men without any privacy whatsoever. "This floor is for guards only, you both will sleep in officer quarters which is on the 2nd floor, those are seperate rooms with lockable doors" smiled sergeant and motioned them to follow him upstairs. Elania exhaled with relief and followed. 2nd floor looked like a small hotel with tiny corridor and rooms on both sides. "You can use this room" said sergreant and unlocked the door. Elania peeked inside and it looked pretty normal for her tastes. It wasn't anything fancy, but at least here her kid and herself would be safe. Room looked pretty simple, it had wooden floor and carpet on which stood 2 single beds not far away from each other. There was a small closet for clothes and window with curtains. "Come in, feel like home" smiled sergeant and urged both draenei into the room. Elania warmly smiled and nodded before entering. Beds looked kinda small for her, although she was sure that for her son they would be ok. Elania sat down on one of the beds, then laid down on her back, her hooves were slightly over the edge, she would have to sleep with her legs bent in order to have them in the bed. "Ah.. yeah...sorry about that, these rooms were not really intended for such large folk as you" Sergeant shyly commented while scratching his nape. "No no, this is fine, thank you so much.." said Elania and warmly smiled at him. Sergeant nodded and bowed with respect "Oh.. one more thing, showers are public, but I will make sure that you don't get bothered when you decide to go" he added, to which Elania slightly blushed and nodded. "Alright, I will leave you two alone for a moment, if you need anything just come to the tower, and don't worry about guards, they are informed about your presence here"sergeant bowed again and was about to leave. "Damn.. nearly forgot.." he said and left keys on the nearby table. "These are yours, feel free to lock the door to have some privacy" he said and bowed down again. "Thank you sergeant so much for all of this" Elania said to him with genuine warm smile on her face. "But.. what is your name, I don't even know it" she said. "Oh.." the human sergeant replied. "It would be Will' he said and bowed again just to leave the room. Both draenei sat on their beds and just looked at each other without saying a word. "I guess that's that" said Elania and laid down on her bed. "Mom, can I tell you what I saw today?" her son interrupted her thoughts to which she warmly smiled and replied – "Of course Malen." It was starting to get dark, Sun was about to sink into the horizon and both draenei had just finished chatting. "Alright Malen, I think we should take a shower and prepare for sleep" Elania said and got up from the bed motioning her son to join him. She picked up the keys left by the helpful sergeant and exited the room to climb down to the 1st floor. So far she didn't spot a single human being, probably they were all on duty still, she thought and went to the shower room. Quickly looking around she saw that no one was there. "Alright, we better be quick, go to that corner and don't peek while showering, alright?" she said to her son while starting to pull down her dress. Malen nodded in response and started to remove his own shirt and trousers while moving to the corner. "We have no choice really, these are public showers and there are no barriers for privacy" said Elania while starting to turn the water faucet, she loved these gnomish technologies it felt so futuristic. Both draenei were showering in their corners for few minutes now. Elania picked up the soap and started to rub herself all over. As her hand glided down to her hairy mound she suddenly stopped. Memories of the previous examination came up to her mind and she started to blush. "What was happening to me back there..?" she silently whispered, not loud enough for her son to hear. She rubbed her mound few more times before starting to wash other places, she had to distant her thoughts from that, it was wrong. After few more minutes they were done showering and water stopped running. Elania picked up the nearby towel to start dry herself, she made a quick glance to her son who apparently was faster than her and was already pulling up his shirt and trousers. Elania slowly turned towards the exit, while still drying up her face, before she yelped in shock and immediately attempted to cover her privates. "am.. am sorry ma'am" barely stammered a young guy, who appeared to had just returned from duty and standing right in the doorway of shower. He had managed to catch a glimpse of busty draenei mother's wet mound. "Could you turn around?! You see we haven't finished yet!" said Elania with still shock and anger in her voice, while hiding her breasts behind the towel and with other hand cupping her mound to obscure the view. "I'm sorry I will wait." said the young guy and quickly ran away. Elania felt her cheeks starting to burn with embarassment, another random stranger had seen her privates. She angrily finished drying herself up and quickly pulled her dress back on. "Come.." she annoyingly said to her son which made him surprised and to wonder what so important happened for his mom to get so mad. Both draenei marched out of the showers and headed to 2nd floor. Shortly they passed the young guy who looked utterly ashamed, Elania threw him scornful look and started to climb upstairs. As she reached her room and went inside, locking them behind her back, she dropped herself on the bed and exhaled. Now she started to feel bad about the guy, he didn't look like a pervert and perhaps he had randomly stumbled upon them. Elania felt like shit now, ''Maybe I should go back and apologize...?" she said silently to herself, but couldn't feel like moving down again. Probably gonna do it tomorrow, she thought and stretched her arms on the small bed. Both draenei were laying on their beds and talking about stuff, her son didn't brought up the whole bandit thing, which made it easier for her, she was still trying to get over it herself and just reminding it to her would only make this worse. After few more minutes they were both ready to go to sleep, but a sudden knock on their door startled them. Elania got up and went to the locked doors. "Who is there?" she calmly asked. "It's me, Allen, the healer, can I come in?" he asked sounding very polite and casual. "Yeah... of course" said Elania before unlocking the door and letting the young healer in the room. "I hope the room is good enough for you, wasn't really meant for guests" he said before looking shyly away. Noticing the young draenei boy he greeted him with his hand in a friendly manner and boy responded with smile and hand motion of his own. "Nah... it's very good, thanks to you all" Elania smiled and then lifted her eyebrow. "Was that the reason you wanted to come?" Elania asked him politely. "Oh no..." awkwardly said the young healer and went inside the room and put down 2 cups of tea. Then turned back to the Elania. "I made this tea to help you both relax, it contains all the necessary herbs that relaxes body and sweetens the sleep" Elania looked at the two delicious looking tea cups and then back to the healer. "Thank you so much!" she said and bowed to him. "No problem, good night and don't let it cool down" Allen smiled and left the room. Elania smiled back and closed the door, locking it. Meanwhile Allen was rubbing his hands together, this is going to be his lucky night. Elania went back to the bed and picked up the tea cup. Taking a light whiff it smelled very good. Her son was already taking sips. "Woah... this is really tasty! I will tell him to get us more!" he said excitedly. Elania took a sip herself and confirmed her son words, it really tasted great. I guess we drink it and get to sleep, long day ahead of us. Elania said and pulled down her dress, dropping it down next to her bed, before quickly getting under the blankets, not to give her son any unnecessary peeks. After few minutes both draenei had emptied their cups and put them down on the small table between their beds. "Yeah.. it was good" said Elania while starting to yawn. "I guess good nigh..." just before she could finish her sentence, she saw that her son was already snoring in his sleep. "Boys..." she chuckled lightly and laid fully down herself. Her eyes were starting to get heavy with each second and like with a snap of a finger – she was asleep. Approximately 30 minutes later, Allen was returning. Making sure that no one was spotting him as he entered barracks he saw that some guards were chatting in shower and washing, he smirked and started to climb on the 2nd floor, spare keys rolling between his fingers. He had taken the 2nd pair from the guard tower and putting some other keys in the place not to rise any suspicion. As he reached 2nd floor, he looked on both directions, it seemed to be empty and absolutely silent. He quickly reached the draenei room and put his ear against the door. Waiting few more minutes to be sure that they were both asleep he slowly put the key in the keyhole and unlocked the doors, slipping himself in fast and locking behind his back. Sight warmed his heart, both draenei were peacefully snoring in their sleep. Boy was on the right bed, while his mother on the left one. Allen put down the keys on the nearby chair alongside his med box, he might have a use for it later. He knew that he had to act quickly so he approached both draenei next to their beds and first looked at the young draenei boy. "Hey... can you hear me?" he said,while gently bumping his shoulders, not receiving any reply he smiled and turned his attention to the mother on his left. She was sleeping peacefully under her warm blanket, only her head was out and 1 hoof was slightly visible at the end of the bed. Allen slowly touched her warm face cheek – no response. Then he leaned next to her ear "Can you hear me?" he said in a normal tone, but not receiving any reply he took her face in his hand and lightly slapped her cheeks, left and right. Draenei mother kept snoring as if nothing had happened. "Perfect..." said the young healer and started rubbing his crotch in anticipation. The sleeping drug that he had added to their both drinks was working as intended. They both were knocked out hard and according to his calculations, the most stable and strongest phase of the drug would be 30 minutes after consumption and until 1 hour, which meant that he had about 40 minutes of time to have his fun, which he was sure that so much won't be necessary. "Hey there beauty..." he said again now in more husky voice and roughly pulled the blanket off her chest, exposing her well-endowed tits. Allen felt like becoming harder each second. "Nice boobies you have there..." he said to himself as he put both hands on her breasts and roughly kneaded them. It looked like the draenei mother tensed for a moment, but he knew that she was really asleep and just kept doing his perverse advances. After kneading and groping her blue tits for awhile, he bent down and started to suck on her left nipple. It felt so good, his mouth had wrapped itself around her big nipple and now was starting to extract milk from her breast. "Fuck it tastes good..." he thought to himself while slurping away. She was pregnant after all and that's why her body was lactating. He kept sucking her tit for good 5 minutes before his stomach got filled with her milk and he backed off to regain his breath. Allen's trousers had become way too small so he quickly removed the belt and pulled them down to let his erection free. His under average sized cock sprang into the view, he was no longer than 12 cm, but he was hard as iron and couldn't wait to sink himself between her legs. Young guy quickly pulled the blanket off her sleeping form entirely and dropped it next to the bed. His dick ached painfully, sight was too much to handle. Allen couldn't wait to taste her, he jumped to the end of the bed and started to part her legs. "Fuck... you are heavy..." he groaned as he pushed her both legs wide apart. Her thighs were massive and strong, probably weighted as much as he did alone, but eventually he managed to put her in spread-eagle position. Allen started to stroke his cock again, his sight went down between her spread legs to her hairy mound. He couldn't wait anymore and climbed in the bed with her just to put his head against her soft pussy hair and inhaled her scent again. "I missed this so much..." he said in whisper. Then he quickly found her slit and parted it with his fingers. She looked as inviting as before. Outside was nearly dark and the room was badly lit, however he could still see her tight, dark purple canal in front of him. Allen swallowed saliva that had gathered in his mouth and dove in her pussy by pushing his tongue inside her tunnel. The young healer moaned in pleasure as he licked the draenei mother's vagina, her scent was so musky and potent, coming straight from the source, that he felt like his head would start to spin. He kept licking her vaginal lips and outer side of her vagina, occasionally hitting her pubic hair, but he didn't care, she tasted and smelled so good. After licking her pussy in such way for a minute he put his thumbs on either side of her slit and pried her hole open even wider and started to eat her out again. It continued for 5 more minutes before he extracted his mouth from her privates. Adrenaline was hitting him like a brick and he had to fuck her. Allen quickly got up on his knees and pushed himself against her waist, he wouldn't be able to pull her against him, therefore he had to come closer himself. He was breathing heavily, taking hold of his already purple cock he put it against her purple slit. It looked so weird in comparison. His small body and quite small dick, next to her massive thighs and larger vagina than of a normal human female. His dick looked so small aligned with her tight slit, thought made him angry and he pushed forward. Allen moaned in pleasure as his 12 cm cock sank in her depths. She wasn't as tight as he had hoped, probably due to his ''not so big'' penis size, but her walls still held him inside of her. Taking hold of her massive thighs he started to fuck her fast. Draenei mother herself was dry, but his pussy licking had lubricated her passage well enough with saliva for him to have a steady and sleek penetration experience. Bed was creaking under their weight as the young guy kept pushing his hard cock inside her cunt, each time slapping his balls against her butt. "Fuck... fuck.. fuck.." Allen grunted as he kept penetrating her vagina, it was such a turn on to him. Having sex with this beautiful alien looking creature, being the one between her legs and fucking her pussy, as she was pregnant and having her own 12 year old son just sleeping peacefully next to her. It was so fucked up and yet so amazing. Allen pushed himself against her bulged belly and started to move his hips against her, penetrating her purple slit while laying on her belly. He looked to the right side and smirked. "Imagine if you could see this right now..." he said while fucking the draenei mother and looking at her sleeping son. "What would you say, if you saw me like this" he said and pushed harder against her "fucking your mother right in front of you?"starting to grope her right breast while still thrusting. "I'm not even of your species" he smirked and pushed himself against her hips with more circular motion, enjoying the feeling of her cunt around his hard human dick. "What do you think? Could I get your mommy pregnant?" he said and pulled himself nearly fully out, before thrusting back with more force, her whole body jerked with the rough motion. After 1 minute of penetrating her hole, adrenaline started to kick in again and he started to speed up. "You think that I'm too small for you?" he said while hilting himself fully inside of her each time he penetrated her. He couldn't reach her cervix which annoyed him, but there was nothing he could do about it, instead he was going to enjoy her cunt as much as he can. After 5 more minutes of fucking he felt like reaching his peak, sweat was dripping down his forehead and he could barely feel his dick. "Fuck.. let me show you what I'm capable off" he said and with huge struggle managed to lift her hips from bed and held them at angle, this way he could penetrate her deeper. And started to ram her insides as crazy. Wet flesh slapping noises echoed in the room as the desperate and perverted healer was penetrating the draenei mother with all his might. Bed was creaking and cracking, at some point he thought that they will break it. "Fuck... I'm about to cum..." he stammered out before letting go of her hips and braced himself on his hands behind her thighs to give him maximum leverage and power as he did the last hard strokes inside her vagina. "Fuuck!" Allen nearly shouted as he slammed his groin hard against her hips and started to unload his well brewed seed in her cunt. Allen fell on her chest with his dick still inside, he was so exhausted. Shortly he looked at her face and saw that her cheeks were slightly flushed and chest was lifting in more rapid pace, but she still looked to be asleep. Allen started to feel his dick losing erection and slowly started to pull it out. Finally his limp dick exited the gorgeous purple slit and he let out another moan as his penis left her tight, warm depths. Allen just sat there and admired the sight of her strong and beefy spread legs in front of him. He was still regaining his breath as his stare wandered down to her hairy, but now also moist pussy. Her purple slit was slightly spread due to his penetration, it was so lewd and erotic sight to witness, suddenly he saw his sperm slowly leaking out of her abused slit. "Shit..." he yelled and quickly went after his med box to pick up some tissues. He was so excited about the whole process that he had completely forgotten that he had to get rid of the sperm, otherwise it would be his end. He couldn't leave any traces whatsoever of this act. Allen crouched down next to the bed and started to wipe his seed out of her vagina. "Shit, shit, shit..." he repeated to himself while taking more and more tissues. "How much did I came..." he wondered as he pried open her vagina to see that her inner walls were completely painted white. Groaning in annoyance he pushed the tissue inside and attempted to scrub his cum off her inner walls. He spent good 5 minutes, before her insides were reasonably well cleaned and after another few water soiled tissues – his depraved act was well hidden. Allen stood up and brushed sweat from his forehead. It was a huge task, but it was so worth it. He smiled and got back in the bed to lean down and kiss her mound, then he crawled up to her face and picked her head in his hands. "You were a very good lay" he smirked and kissed her on her lips, not receiving any reponse from her, which was good, it meant that the drugs were still active. Allen climbed out of the bed and pushed her meaty legs back together, then he picked up the blanket from the wooden floor and gently laid it back on her sleeping body. "Sweet dreams, babe..." he smiled and after gently touching her flushed cheek, stood up and went after his medbox. Making sure that everything was collected and that no traces of his visit remained, he silently unlocked the door and peeked outside – no one was there. He quickly exited the room and locked it fast, then he started to move towards the stairs, massaging his bulge on the way. "Yeah... what a nice pussy indeed..." he silently murmured to himself and went downstairs.

Chapter 7 - Trapped - (EXTREME+ NSFW)

Elania started to regain her senses, her insides hurt a lot as if someone had stabbed her repeatadly in lower abdomen. She slowly opened her eyes, at first there was only blur, but shortly she could spot several dark silhouettes walking around, some were sitting around very bright object, most likely a bonfire. As her vision slowly came back foreign language started to ring in her ears. Suddenly realization hit her, those were orcs talking in orcish. “No…” she whispered in utter shock and immediately tried to back away just to groan in pain as she hurt her backside against something solid. Quickly turning her head she saw the horrible situation she was in. She was locked in a steel cage which was so small, that she could only crouch or lay on the ground with her legs bent. The sound she made with her clumsy attempt to escape alerted the nearby orcs who looked in her direction and started laughing. Elania was afraid ‘’No… don’t come near me!” she shouted back while pressing herself firmly against the cold steel bars, trying to gain as much distance as possible. One of the orcs stood up and started to come towards her. “No…” she stammered and pulled her legs closely together before wincing in pain. She was sore and in the moment she felt it, the memories of previous night returned in her head. Elania remembered how she was gang raped. Immediately turning her head to the side she choked in attempt to vomit, but nothing came out, her stomach was completely empty. As she was still looking in the ground the orc had already arrived and sat down next to the cage. Elania looked down at her belly, it was a miracle that her unborn baby wasn’t hurt in the same time she saw that her emerald dress was still on which was a small relief to her. *bump* whole cage vibrated as the brute hit it with his fist. Elania quickly looked at him and screamed “Get away from me and my child you failed abortion! You won’t touch me anymore!” tears of desperation ran down her cheeks. Orc was slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst, but soon sadistic grin appeared on his face and he stood up laughing. Elania looked up to meet his face, which was somewhat blocked by the steel bars, but it disgusted her to see him grin and point towards his pants, as he gripped his bulge and started to walk away, to re-join his comrades in drinking and eating of some hunted animal. As the orc walked away, Elania embraced her knees and started to weep. She knew in what type of situation she was in, there was no possible escape for her and most likely she will be kept alive only used as sex slave or worse. After few minutes of crying she brushed her eyes and looked around. It looked like a camp, it was still dark, but she could spot out some other cages like hers spread out on entire camp territory. There was several orcs patrolling the area, some were messing around with the captives by hitting their cages and roaring at them, others were simply sitting aside and chatting. She looked on her right, there was few leather tents nearby, most likely for higher ranked members. Suddenly she heard scream coming from the left side, turning her head and seeing what was going on made her vibe in disgust. 2 orcs had pulled out night elf female from one of the cages and were taking her to the nearby tent. She was clawing and screaming at them, attempting to free herself, to which orcs only laughed and continued to overpower her. Elania wasn’t too familiar with night elf culture, but this one looked like an elven sentinel, she was still clad in her leathery outfit with exposed strong purple thighs and shoulder pads that had feathers in it. Few moments later she saw the elf biting in one of the orcs hand making him cry out in pain. Shimmer of hope sparked in her eyes, maybe she could set herself free and run for help. But just as quickly Elania’s hopes for the poor girl were shattered as the 2nd orc had grabbed her long green hair and roughly pulled her back, making her screech in pain. Elania felt her heart sink as the orc who was bitten roared in anger and punched the slim looking elven sentinel across the face. She dropped on the sandy ground and started convulsing, the orc must have given her broken nose or even serious brain damage. Elania was starting to sob, they were going to take her right there - publicly. The bitten orc roared and crouched down to the convulsing body. Quickly pulling out a knife he cut open her leather chest piece and thrown it away, exposing her small purple breasts to the lukewarm air. Then he spread her legs and pulled her close to his waist, flipping up her elven waistband and after another quick cut got rid of her underwear. She couldn’t watch it anymore, she hugged her knees and tried to ignore what was happening just in front of her. After 10 seconds loud roar startled her, and her stare immediately went up. Orc was now fully buried between the elf legs and was roughly raping her. It made her sick. Poor girl was still convulsing and her head appeared to be bleeding as the wild brute ravaged her insides. Elania closed her teary eyes and started praying for the girl to have swift death, so she wouldn’t have to endure this torture anymore. Whole act went for 20 minutes, at this point Elania was nearly certain that the girl was dead. She was raped by 5 orcs in her vagina and butt. Whole company around the bonfire took their turn in raping the poor sentinel. They dropped her near the bonfire, just few meters away from the Elania’s cage. Her insides were turning, she could smell the stench coming from the sexually abused victim. She was completely naked with scrapes and bites on her flesh, Elf was laying on her back, her breasts were stained in orc cum, her hairless vagina was still gaping open as orc cum kept dripping out of it. Her face was in blood, which came from her broken nose. Elania couldn’t keep looking at her abused body, it was horrendous. But what truly made her heart and soul cry was what happened next. “Please… please kill me…” whispered the elf. Elania slowly lifted her red teary eyes to see the elf staring back at her. Her eyes were barely open and it looked like she was on the verge of dying. “End this… please…” she choked out. “I wish I could…” said Elania before erupting in tears again. “I’m sorry…” she said and looked back at the elf who now appeared to have lost consciousness, her chest was still slowly lifting. This was one of the rare cases where she wished that person would have died, it would be better than to relive this nightmare over again. Soon enough her own stress and exhaustion took over and she fell asleep.   *few hours later*   The hot Sun was burning her head, being held in a steel cage in broad daylight made it feel like in oven, but the reason of waking up was different, something was bumping her cage. Elania slowly opened her eyes, in front of her stood orc, this one looked to be a female. “You, wake up.” The orc said in very broken common language, which surprised her. Quickly shuffling up on her knees Elania gripped the heated cage bars. ‘’Please, you have to help me, get me out of here!” Elania pleaded. Orc stared her down for a moment as if reconsidering her request. “Come, follow.” Orc replied and unlocked the cage. Elania couldn’t believe her luck, finally she had a glimmer of hope that she might get away. Elania crawled out of the cage and slowly stood up, it felt so good being finally able to stand. Suddenly she remembered the elven girl that was laying in front of her cage, her body was no longer there. “What happened to the night elf female?” Elania asked with fear in her voice. The slightly shorter orc female looked at the draenei, “Live” was the only thing she butchered out before taking firm grip on Elania’s hand and pulled her along. “Ow!” Elania yelped while being pulled. “Let me go! I thought that you will set me free!” Elania shouted at the orc as she was being pulled forward. Elania looked around and couldn’t spot any other orc, they must have left for a hunt or another raid she thought. After few seconds the orc female had led the draenei mother to one of the tents. Without being able to say anything, orc quickly pulled her inside the tent. Elania rubbed her hand in the place she was being held, it hurt. Looking around it looked like a portable alchemy lab, there was even a wooden table with shackles, immediately Elania had a bad feeling about this. “Wha… what are you going to do with me..?” she stammered out being terrified. Meanwhile the female orc was digging through the boxes as if looking for something. Few moments later she found it and turned towards the trembling draenei, it was a potion of some sort. “You pregnant, not good, bad bargain.” Butchered the orc female. The terrified draenei instinctively put a hand on her swollen belly. “No… you won’t harm my unborn baby!” she firmly said. “Not harm,speed the birth. This.” Said the orc while pointing towards the purple liquid. Elania started to shake her head “No… I don’t trust you, it will harm me or my child, it’s several months before it can come out!” Orc female looked annoyed “You damaged goods, can’t sell.” She muttered out. “No!” shouted Elania and started to run. In the moment she exited the tent, her movement was blocked by a wide chest. Elania groaned as she impacted with the huge orc and fell on the ground. Without saying a word, orc picked her up by shoulders and carried her back inside the tent. “No… no! Get of me! Let me go!” Elania started to fight back, attempting to hit the orc who carried her. Her struggle was pointless as the massive brute laid her on the wooden table, that was turned horizontally already by his female assistant and held her down, while the female quickly locked her arms in place. “No! Help me! Someone!” shouted Elania while being held down, she tried to hit them with her legs, but orc male held her body down with ease, not letting her get any successful hits. “Please… no…” Elania started to cry as the massive orc went to her hooves and started to spread her legs. “Don’t!” she cried out, not wanting to be raped again. Few moments later Elania felt her left leg being locked down, shortly followed by the right one. She was chained down to the wooden table with her arms locked above her head, while her legs were spread wide. She could move them, but only slightly in any direction, she was powerless. “No!!!” Elania kept struggling, trying to get rid of the chains *whack* her struggling stopped as the orc male slapped her across the face, her lip was busted open. She started to whimper as male orc carelessly pulled her dress up exposing her thick thighs and hairy mound. Elania turned her head away from the orc male and closed her eyes as she felt him touch her inner thigh. Her whimpers turned into sobs as the orc started to touch her womanhood by sliding his big hand through the hair. Draenei mother convulsed as she felt him push one of his fingers inside her vagina, it was very unpleasant and hurt. Just as quickly he removed it, the female orc started to talk with him in their language, probably telling him that it wasn’t the time. Few moments later Elania gasped, something creamy and cold was poured on her mound. She quickly opened her eyes to see what was being done to her, to which the female orc firmly, yet gently pushed her chest back on the table. “You hair there, not good for birth, need remove” said the female orc and pulled out a small knife. Elania stared at the orc as she came closer to her waist area, draenei was trembling as the knife creeped closer to her groin. “Ah!” Elania gasped as orc made a swift cut and piece of her pubic hair got removed. Draenei mother was still tense, but somewhat more relaxed knowing that all the orc was doing is basically shaving her. She trembled on each time the knife made a cut, but quickly enough the stressful nightmare ended and her vagina was shaven clean. Suddenly Elania felt something dripping on her vagina, in the next moment the orc female was standing nearby her head. “Drink, now” orc said and put the potion closer to her mouth. In response Elania turned her head away. Orc female said something in orcish and before Elania could react, the male was back and closed her nose with his fingers while pulling her jaw open. Elania started to struggle again, but the male orc was strong enough to hold her head in place as the female quickly emptied the potion inside draenei mothers throat. She had no choice but to swallow the liquid to avoid choking. As the potion was taken, orc male stepped back and both observed the draenei. At first Elania didn’t feel anything, except she was breathing fast, being very afraid not knowing what will happen to her. After 1 minute she felt strange heat coming from her midriff, as if her swollen belly would be expanding. Few seconds later, she felt liquid starting to pour out of her vagina. “No… It can’t be…” she whispered in utter shock. Draenei mother was starting to give a birth. “No…. not here!” she cried out in agony and winced in pain as she felt her baby starting to move. “Please… no…” Elania weeped, before letting out another painful gasp as her baby slowly started to expand her birth canal. Some words were traded by the two orcs and male quickly went to her bound legs to unlock them. “Aaahh!!” Elania whined in pain as the baby started to enter her birth canal. Meanwhile the male orc stood above her head and leaned over to take hold of her legs under her knees and pulled them towards him in ‘M’ position. This was done to ease the birthing process. On the other side the female orc went between her spread legs to prepare for her child. “Push, breathe, push” stammered the orc as Elania was in huge pain. More liquid leaked out of her vagina as the baby was getting closer to the exit. Elania was sweating and in huge amount of pain, inch by inch the baby moved through her birth canal, making its mother groan and cry in pain. “Aaah… Ugh…” Elania grunted as her body continued to push the baby out. Orc female watched as the mother’s vagina had expanded a lot, most of it was because of the potion she gave to the draenei, that she also dripped on her mound to prepare it for birth. “Aaahhh!” Elania cried out again, the child was splitting her open, now it was halfway inside her birth canal. “Push.Breathe.Push” repeated orc female, while male kept holding mothers legs spread. After 1 agonizing and beyond painful minute, Elania fully pushed the baby out, more mix of her blue blood and liquid left her gaping vagina. In matter of seconds, orc female cut the umbilical cord and clad the newborn child in soft towel like material. In the same time, male let go of her limp legs and they just slid down on the table motionless. Elania was horribly exhausted with eyes closed she could barely stay awake. Her vagina was still gaping open after the recent birth, the inner purple walls were all drenched in birth fluids, some of which still poured out of her 5cm wide hole. “Good, girl good price.” Elania could hear the orc female talking. “Girl…” Elania whispered silently. So it was true, it was indeed girl she was pregnant with, it warmed her heart. But as soon as her brain registered the last part, her body found the last piece of strength “No… give her to me, you won’t take her away!” Elania barely stammered out and attempted to stand up, failing miserably as her hands were still bound above her head. Orc female looked at the struggling draenei mother, she admired her strength even after birth she was strong enough to fight for her kid. “No, you no take, we take, our loot.” orc female finished before grinning viciously and motioning to the male orc behind draenei. Elania was exhausted, her arms still bound yet her legs were free, but she didn’t even have enough strength to do a single kick. Her emerald dress had gone all dirty and wet from her sweat, her legs still slightly spread after giving the painful birth. Her inner thighs drenched in birth fluids, as well as her still gaping purple birth canal, who very slowly attempted to readjust to its previous state. “You still fight, he help you.” grinned the female orc before saying couple of words in orcish, which made the male orc roar and quickly exited the tent with her newborn draenei child in hands. “What…” Elania silently whispered not understanding what she meant, but as she turned her eyes up she saw the vicious smile on the orcs face. “No way… no…” Elania barely spoke and turned her head away. Fresh tears started to run down her cheeks as she felt the orc climb up on the table. Elania let out a whimper as her legs got parted. “No…” she silently begged and choked, when feeling orc rubbing his already erect penis against her labia. Elania’s mouth opened in voiceless scream as orc pushed his length inside. Her body was shaking as the honourless brute pleasured himself with her stretched vagina. His dick was long and thick, despite her giving birth just minutes ago, her walls still applied slight pressure on his rod and her birth fluids worked as lubrication. After minute of raping her, she stopped convulsing and lost consciousness. Meanwhile orc continued to piston into her by leaning over her body and with more smooth movements pushed his hard rod deeper inside her depths groaning and moaning in his sick pleasure. Her body was limp and her head bobbled each time orc fully hilted himself. He continued to abuse her unconscious body for 15 more minutes, before reaching his peak and with several deep thrusts slammed his hips against her drenched mound to unload his potent sperm deep inside her vagina. After regaining his breath, orc pulled his limp dick out of her abused womanhood and quickly pulled back on his pants and left the tent, leaving the draenei mother completely exposed laying on the table with her womanhood uncovered and his sperm slowly pouring out of her loose purple hole.

Chapter 0 - Truce Negotiations

Horde and Alliance have clashed once again, Anduin alongside his close friend and 2nd in command – Genn Greymane, have laid siege on Undercity in response of attack to Darnassus and burning the ancient tree, that embraced Tyrande’s city. No one knows who exactly did that, but it was clear, that Horde was the one responsible. Now the war between Alliance and Horde had officially started as Alliance catapults were throwing massive rocks, damaging the walls of the city, formally called – Lordaeron. “Lordaeron will be ours!” shouted Greymane and walked to the Anduin. “We have her cornered, my king” he added with a grin. Anduin nodded and gave command to archers. Night elf archers in perfect synchronization fired at the walls, taking down several Horde troops with a single wave. Warchief of the Horde appeared from one of the towers. Sylvanas looked around and all she saw was absolute carnage. Horde dying everywhere. Anger was taking her over. “Fight back! For the Horde!” She screamed and started firing her own bow with enchanted arrows.   Battle was going on for hours, both sides have taken huge casualties, as Sylvanas had appeared, Horde received morale boost, which led to them push out from their fortress and meet Alliance forces outside. There was no true winner in this, as both sides lost about 80% of their troops, Alliance as well as Horde retreated back to heal their troops and to create settlement. Horde settled just outside the Undercity, the broken walls wouldn’t help them anyway so there was no point in returning inside. When Alliance had retreated back further, but they could still see the Horde forces. “I have to speak with her.” said Anduin, while removing his armor. Greymane looked at him with sour expression.”My king... what else would be there to say? She is an enemy, a horrible creature that has to be eradicated!” Greymane nearly shouted. It was obvious that Greymane really hated Sylvanas and he had all the reasons for doing so. She killed his son and doomed his whole nation. Anduin looked at Greymane and sighed. “This is too much... I didn’t expect that it will end like this. We have lost so many troops, so many members of Alliance, our friends...” Anduin said, while fighting back tears. It wasn’t surprising at all. Anduin was not fit for battle, nor he knew how war looks close up. After all, he was only 18 years old and already king and not willingly. His father – Varian Wrynn, the great king of Stormwind and leader of Alliance was killed on the Broken Shore by Legion forces and Gul’dan. He was the only true heir of the throne, which meant that upon his father’s death, he would automatically take his place. Now Anduin was the king of Stormwind and the leader of his people, but he wasn’t ready for that, wasn’t ready for anything of this. Greymane averted his eyes from the Anduin and calmed himself. His personal vendetta could wait, now he had to protect this young king and he knew what enormous load of responsibility hangs on the Anduins shoulders. “I will negotiate for peace... at least for now.” Anduin said, throwing Greymane out of his thoughts. He turned to the young king and whispered. “What makes you think that she will accept?” Anduin looked at his friend and someway even a father figure and stood up. “I don’t know how, but I have to do this, for my people, for Alliance.” He said and walked out of his tent to signal for negotiations.   Meanwhile, Sylvanas was sitting in her own tent. Scraping the wooden table with her nails, while occasionally hitting it with fist. She was pissed. War wasn’t going as she desired and the new rank of Warchief gave her extra annoyance and work to do. Suddenly one of her personal guards, dark ranger entered her tent. Sylvanas turned her head to the guard and with her piercing red eyes yelled “What?!”. “My lady... Alliance forces are asking for negotiations..” dark ranger calmly said, already used to the Banshee Queens temper. “And why should I care?” she asked. “King himself will be negotiating.” As dark ranger finished her sentence, Sylvanas face turned into a small grin “Is that so...?”. “Yes, my lady” dark ranger replied. Sylvanas turned her head back towards the table and after a moment replied “Alright. Tell them I accept”. “As you wish, my lady.” said dark ranger and left the tent. Sylvanas started to laugh. After 1 hour, Horde, alongside Alliance had created negotiation tent, that was in the middle between both faction forces. Anduin had already arrived and waited outside the tent for the Warchief to arrive. Anduin was accompanied by Greymane and 2 massive draenei paladins, serving as his royal guards. After few minutes, Sylvanas appeared on horizon. “No turning back now..” whispered Anduin to himself, as he spotted Sylvanas approaching with her personal dark ranger squad of 5 deadly trained females. Just minute later, Sylvanas had arrived and stood few yards away from the other party. Both paladins were gripping their weapons harder, while dark rangers pierced their gazes through Greymane and Anduins royal guards, having arrows already put into bows, ready to shoot if necessary. “Hey wolfy...” Sylvanas said, while smirking and looking at Greymane. “How is your son doing?” she innocently asked. “I will rip your bones apart you Banshee bitch!” Greymane shouted and nearly jumped on her, if Anduin wouldn’t have stopped him by putting all his mass in the way. Dark rangers were already pointing their arrows towards the general of Allliance. “Enough!” Anduin shouted and slightly pushed Greymane back, resulting Sylvanas to let out a small laughter. Picture in front of her looked too comical, having that small boy attempting to stop the big brute that was the worgen. “I’m sorry... my king...” silently growled Greymane and returned his posture. “Sylvanas! I came here to make a negotiation” shouted Anduin, trying to look more intimidating. “Oh really?” asked Sylvanas. After couple of seconds she smiled. “Alright, but only if you are alone” she wickedly smiled. “No!” Greymane shouted again and Sylvanas rolled her eyes. “Can you... take care of your pet?” Sylvanas said, while pointing towards Greymane. “Greymane... enough. I have to do this, I am king now. For our people..” he said. Sylvanas meanwhile chuckled inside, hearing him say “king”. “I accept” said Anduin, while turning towards Sylvanas. “But you must be alone as well, no dark rangers, no Horde. Just you and me.” Anduin finished, starting to feel worse each second about what he had just done. “Of course.” Sylvanas smirked and motioned for dark rangers to return to the base, which they obeyed immediately. Anduin motioned to paladins and they also started to walk back, only Greymane stayed. “My king... this is not fair play, don’t agree on this.” Greymane said, feeling disappointed and angry inside. “I already decided, I can take care of myself, I am king now, I should act like one.” Anduin said and Greymane let out a low growl and turned his back. “Fine..” he spat out, giving his final glance to Banshee Queen, who was smiling back sadistically. As both parties had left, Sylvanas motioned towards the tent and Anduin nodded, walking inside, shortly followed by Sylvanas herself. Tent wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. It had round table and 2 comfortable looking chairs, some chests and rug that filled whole floor. It was cozy. “Let’s start by putting down our weapons...” said Anduin, trying to sound polite and wise, it was all new to him, he had only read, about how negotiations should go. While putting down his own sword and pulling out daggers from his secret pockets. “Fine, but it’s not like you are any threat to me anyway.” Smirked Sylvanas while putting down her bow and quiver. Her comment startled him and he felt anger emerge, but he shaked his head and proceeded with disarming himself. As he was finished and turned back to Sylvanas, she had put her foot on the chair, while pulling out decent sized dagger from the pocket behind her calf. Noticing his stare she seductively put her palm on her knee and glided it to her hip, suddenly pulling out several throwing knives and dropping them in one of the chests. Sudden movement kicked Anduin out of his gaze, he hated to admit it, but her seductive movements were turning him on. He uncomfortably shifted and pretended to look away, as Sylvanas switched her legs and pulled dagger from the other hidden pocket. Anduin finally turned his full gaze back on her on which she smiled. “What? Girl has to have these toys to protect herself” she said flirtatiously. “Yeah right...” Anduin murmured. “Take a seat” he pointed towards her chair, while sitting down himself. Attempting to gain his authorative posture back again. Sylvanas smirked and sat down, on the opposite side. She pulled back the cape from her head, letting her light blonde hair lay out freely, while gently touching small strand of them. Anduin was speechless again. She was a horrible being, but he had to admit, that she was looking gorgeous. With her greyish skin, light blond, straight hair and those red eyes. She looked captivating. Dangerous, but beautiful. He had never seen her so up close and truth to be told, she was far from monster, at least from physique perspective. After a moment he snapped out of it, but noticing her eyes, he knew that she could read him like an open book and all his intentions and reactions were already noted. He felt exposed to her, averting his eyes and looking at the table instead he felt a slight blush coming to his cheeks. He had failed so hard as a king. Sylvanas looked at him for a moment and started laughing, with her signature banshee echoing laugh. Anduin kept looking at table and started to feel insecure about himself and miserable, that he was so weak in front of Warchief of the Horde. Whole Alliance was relying on him. Soon enough Sylvanas laughter stopped and she started nimbling her fingers on the desk, while holding her head with the other hand against the table. “Well, well, well...” she cheerfully whispered. “Little boy melting in the presence of a lady?” Sylvanas smirked. Anduin hearing words ‘’little boy’’ got angry and shouted. “I’m king of Stormwind! Leader of Alliance, how dare you call me a little boy! I’m 18 years old!” Anduin took his head in both hands and tried to calm down. Yet another situation, where he had failed, letting his temper have upper hand. Meanwhile, Sylvanas was little taken back, not expecting such outburst, but soon enough her face turned back into a grin. “If this is what I have to deal with, then Horde has nothing to worry about” she said and Anduin lifted his head to look at her. “Look at you” she pointed to him “You are pathetic, little kid. Who clearly has no experience in War or military.” She continued as Anduin started to feel anger boil inside of him again, along with humiliation. “You are disgrace to Alliance and your people...” she said and crossed her hands in front of herself. “Varian was 10 times better king and leader than you will ever be, too bad he had to die on that Shore, I wish I could have been the one...” before she could finish, Anduin slammed his fists on the table. “You bitch! You are the reason why he died, you betrayed Alliance leaving us alone against the Legion!” Sylvanas was shocked by his aggressive response and her eyes started to fill with fury “You little skank! I didn’t betray them, Legion had surrounded us, you morons were not able to see it, that’s why we pulled back, otherwise we all would have died!” she screamed back at him. Anduin looked like some school child, who was getting shouted on for breaking something valuable and now receiving verbal lecture from principal. He just sat there defeated. Sylvanas herself, calmed down, her eyes returning to the natural red color. “And you call me a bitch” she said. “Big words for someone who is just a kid”. She continued. After some time watching Anduins defeated posture she smiled and leaned closer to him “You are one, pathetic excuse of human being, you will never be as important or loved as your daddy was, Alliance will turn their back on you and that old wolf will get tired of babysitting you sooner than later. And one more thing.” Sylvanas smirked and leaned even closer to his right ear, nearly touching him with her hair. “You will live and die as a virgin,you pathetic little cub” as Sylvanas had finished her sentence. Anduin snapped hard. He rapidly stood up and throw his chair away. Before Sylvanas could understand what was happening, he throw himself at her with all his weight and heavy armor, tackling her to the ground. The huge impact hit the wind out of her as she landed on her back with him on her. Both were breathing heavily now. Moment of silence was disrupted by Sylvanas “Now what?” she asked with anger in her voice by looking him in the eyes. “You asked for it, it was your fault” Anduin replied, still firmly holding himself against her, making very difficult for her to move due to his heavy armor. Sylvanas grunted under his weight “Don’t you think that you have over-stepped your boundaries kid?” Anduin felt himself grow angry again, he couldn’t stand hearing her call him “kid”, it was humiliating. He put his left hand around her neck and firmly squeezed her “Don’t you ever... call me that again..” Anduin was slightly choking her, with visible hate in his eyes. Sylvanas looked at him in the eyes and smirked, gargling out the sounds “Or what? You will never be Varian...” then she looked down for a moment just to return her eyes back to his with a massive grin. “And you are probably not even a man down there” she added. Anduin snapped. He slapped her hard across the face. “Oh.. I will show you!” he shouted, as he had applied the same firm grip around her neck, while messing around with her breastplate trying to remove it. After few seconds he realized that it is not working out for him, he let go of her neck, resulting Sylvanas to inhale deeply, now using both hands to try and pry open her breastplate. Sylvanas tasted blood, little shit had busted open her lip. Sylvanas felt her inner banshee taking over, but as she noticed the whole situation it retreated inside and instead Sylvanas started to laugh. She observed the little, clumzy kid trying to remove her breastplate and she couldn’t help but to let out a light chuckle. “You are such a failure” she laughed, getting occasionally bumped on his attempts to remove her armor piece. “Shut up you Banshee whore!” Anduin screamed and slapped her again, while her world was spinning for a moment, he took the opportunity to take hold of her armored legs and spread them. As Sylvanas regained her senses, she felt him tugging at her waistguard, trying to unclasp it. She spat out some blood and looked at him. “Do I have to draw you a guide on how to properly rape a woman?” Anduin looked at her and saw face a mix of fury and grin. Exhaling, Sylvanas laid her head back down on the floor, as if relaxing herself. While looking at the ceiling of a tent she calmly said “Look for little clasps behind waistguard on sides... can you feel them?” Anduin was in trance, he was so enraged that he probably didn’t even understand that he was attempting to rape Sylvanas The Banshee Queen, Warchief of the Horde. Without replying but subconsciously following her instructions, in a moment he felt those clasps on one side and unclasped them, followed by a small *click* sound and her waistguard became loose. “Got it” he said in monotone as if finally figuring out some kind of quizz of a puzzle. “Good”, replied Sylvanas and immediately punched him in the face, making him lean away from her slightly, giving her opportunity to get free, which she used by pulling both of her legs from him and pushed him hard in the chest. Anduin nearly flied across the tent and landed hard on his back, his heavy armor only making the impact more painful. Sylvanas stood up and looked at the young king lying on the floor. “You little shit...” she growled while slowly approaching him “You think you can manhandle me?” She neared closer, while removing her shoulderplates, to help her with mobility. Anduin was still seeing stars, huge impact had left him winded, only he could hear were her incomprehensible words somewhere in his head. Sylvanas reached him and stood next to his head, so he could see her face, then she crouched down. “And you think you can rape me?” she said with disgust and fury filled eyes. Sylvanas appeared blurry to him, his head was still spinning. Sylvanas then took chunk of his blond hair and forced him to look in her eyes. Anduin growled, as his hair was pulled, it hurt horribly. His senses slowly started to come back and he found himself staring at her face, not more than few inches away. She looked pissed and very dangerous, but at the same time, she was very attractive and even through the horrible pain that his head was experiencing he still managed to have a slight blush escape his skin. She scanned his face as if looking for some kind of signs or answers, but noticing his body reaction, she let go of his head, letting it hit the floor and stood up again. “You little perverted fuck...” she said, while starting to circle him, like predator circling its prey. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have..” Anduin was trying to mumble as Sylvanas disrupted him. “Shut your mouth!” she shouted. Anduin turned his head away from her, not being able to handle this humiliating situation and his failure as king and negotiator. Sylvanas kept looking at him as if wondering what to do, it was anomaly to her, that anyone would look at her this way, usually all she could see was people attempting to kill her and rip her apart, but this... This little fuck was actually attracted to her. It kinda made her smirk inside. She continued to study him. He wasn’t that bad looking, he looked very feminine for someone who is a male and his blond hair were just fabulous. He reminded her an alive doll, something to play with and something to throw away when it would become boring. After a moment she walked back to him and stopped at his head again to look down into his eyes. “You are attracted to me.” She said somewhat factly, as if making a statement. Anduin looked at her, but didn’t say anything, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster, which no doubt she could hear as well. Sylvanas crouched down and gently took hold of his face to look him in the eyes. Anduin felt extremely nervous having her this close to him, his brains were going insane, all the fights, stress and now this, he felt like fireworks were going on in that thing he calls head. Sylvanas smiled “You are fucked up” and pushed him away, starting to laugh in her Banshee voice. She walked back to pick up the fallen chair and put it next to his head to sit down on it with legs spread on both sides. “Anyway...” she said while looking down at his still lying form. “I suppose you were the one asking for negotiations, what are your terms?” she added in formal voice as if doing business again. Anduin looked at her face, which was surprisingly calm now and her eyes were now simply red, with no hint of fury in them. “I... I want to make a truce with you” he slowly said, while swallowing some of the saliva that had gathered in his throat. “Hmm..” Sylvanas looked to be sinking in her thoughts. “And why should I accept?” she replied. Anduin had really nothing to say. He knew that she had no feelings of pity for anyone and that she would only do her worst to exploit all the weaknesses. So instead he decided to go all in. “You... you can do whatever you want with me, but leave my people, Alliance alone”. Anduin felt his nerves closing his throat, with this he might as well had signed a death sentence for himself. But he had to be strong, it was this time, where he had to prove himself as a leader and king of his people. Sylvanas looked at him with straight face and after couple of seconds errupted in laughter again. “You think that you are so special?” she asked him. “You think that I care about little brat like you?”. As she was laughing at him, he felt himself drown, this was not going to work and now he will be even more miserable. As Sylvanas stopped, suddenly thought popped into her head. What if, she could educate this little kid in her own way, maybe she could sate her own perverse fantasies, in addition piss out the Greymane even more. To corrupt and ruin this innocent kid, so called ‘’king’’. Sylvanas looked at the Anduin and their stares collided. Sylvanas serious face, slowly turned into a sadistic smile. “Maybe we can do something about it”. Her answer to him sparked an interest and he slowly lifted himself to sitting position. “How can I know that you will hold to our agreement?” Anduin said, while looking at her. “You really don’t have a choice” Sylvanas smiled back. She stood up from the chair and sat on the round table, leaving her left leg hanging, while her right was put on the chair seat. Obviously feeling very comfortable with the new circumstances and not feeling intimidated at all by the young king.”Although... I tend to keep the agreements, despite what others think” she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “In your case, it will depend on how obedient you are going to be” she said, while tapping her plate covered leg. Anduin didn’t like this, but he understood well enough, that he was the one offering this and that there was no more turning back. But he couldn’t let go of his ego and just had to say it “And what if I won’t keep it? What if I can dominate you and kill you for the sake of everyone I hold dear?” Sylvanas started to chuckle again. “First of all, I don’t think that you are willing to violate even more negiotiaton rules that you’ve already done” she said, being very entertained by his stubbornes. “And 2nd of all... you are no threat to me, little king.” She said smirking, knowing that it would play on his nerves. Sylvanas leaned further back on the table, putting her hands behind herself “I’m a trained warrior, if you haven’t noticed. You think you dominated me before? You overpowered me because I let you!” she shouted the last part out. Making Anduin startled for a moment. Then continued more calmly “I wanted to see, what you were capable of”. Anduin looked at her on the table and averted his gaze feeling humiliated. “And honestly... your performance was very disappointing”. She said and leaned slightly to his side. “Now, vow yourself to me, that you will do what I tell you, without any hesitation” she commanded. Anduin sighed and replied “I, Anduin, king of the Stormwind and leader of the Alliance vow to you...” Before he could continue, Sylvanas interrupted him. “On your knees! You will give your vow to me on your knees!” she shouted at him. Anduin looked at the ground between them and exhaled. He kneeled on his right leg and after a short moment of silence and a huge inhale of air, started from the start. “I, Anduin, king of the Stormwind and leader of the Alliance vow to you, Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of The Horde, my service...” he stopped for a moment, but shortly continued. “my service and myself to use, as you find to be appropriate for your needs” as Anduin was making his vow, Sylvanas was nearly jumping inside. She already had so much fun with this and they haven’t even done anything yet, well that is – She hasn’t done anything yet. As Anduin had finished his vow, Sylvanas spoke “Good, now stand up” she said to him in a very authorative voice. Anduin did what he was told and stood up, trying to look as majestic as he could. “Now...” Sylvanas murmured, having a huge smirk on her face, which nearly turned Anduins insides, he know that there won’t be anything good coming out of it. “Take off your armor!” she commanded. Anduin was taken back, but knowing the circumstances an the vow he had just given, slightly nodded and started to remove his armor pieces. Meanwhile Sylvanas leaned back on the table and enjoyed the show, control was one of her favorite fetishes and she was having just that. Anduin slowly removed his shoulder pads, following with his chest armor and put them aside, then he removed pieces from both of his hands and very last thing, his armored pants were gone. Leaving him clad in only his linen styled tunic and pants. Sylvanas gazed over his body and licked her lips. “Now look at you” she mockingly said. “You look like a typical farm boy to me.. but to think about it, I would pass you for a nice looking girl as well” she started to laugh. Anduin expected that there will be humiliation but he had made vow now and there was no way he could afford to break it. “I see you have lost your tongue, oh well, let’s see... hopefully you haven’t lost some other things...” her words were filled with lust. Now she leaned closer. “Pretty boy, take off your tunic and pants.” Anduin was clearly hesitant on this one, but there wasn’t really anything for him to do, than to obey. First came off his shirt. Sylvanas was looking wide eyed and really savouring the sight. This little kid had a nice muscular body, he still looked like a prepubescent teen to her, but the sight wasn’t off putting either. Then her eyes were gazed on his waist, she was waiting in anticipation to see what surprise is he going to have there. Anduin sighed, his hands were trembling with humiliation, but he distanced himself from it and pulled down his pants. Sylvanas looked at his genitals for a moment and then bursted into probably the biggest and loudest laughter she could ever produce. Anduin felt like dying inside, it was too much, but he had to stay strong. After laughing she jumped off the table and slowly approached him, now standing only 2 feet away. He realized that she was actually head taller than him, making the experience even worse and more humiliating than it was before. “So...” she started, still trying to hold herself from cracking up again. “You wanted to rape me with that?” she asked him, while gently slapping his penis, resulting Anduin to kneel for a second and shake of the uncomfortable pain from the impact. Anduin was on the verge of crying, this humiliation has become a living hell to him. His penis wasn’t that small, it was 4 inches while flaccid, but due to humiliation it had probably shrunken little but more, however, during erection he knew that he was around 6 inches, which was average for humans. Sylvanas probably knew that, but still compared to her posture it still looked ridiculously small. Then she took hold of his package in her hand, nimbling it with her hand and fingers for some time as if inspecting it and released it. “Pathetic...” she smirked again. Sylvanas knew what she was doing, in fact, she wasn’t really expecting anything else in this situation, but she craved his humiliation and it turned her on. “You know...” she said while walking back to the table and sitting on top of it again. “To think about it, I might have not even felt that you were penetrating me, ain’t that funny?” she said to him, while having satisfaction vibe all over her face. Anduin finally had enough courage to look at her in the eyes and spat out “And you are a gross bitch!”. Smirk from Sylvanas face disappeared instantly. “Is that so? Last time I checked, you were the one trying to rape me and apparently,for some sick reason I turn you on” she said now in more casual tone. Anduin really had nothing to back up his words. Everything she said was true, so far. “You are starting to bore me...” she said. “Time to put you to work, get on your knees in front of me and lick my boots” she commanded, putting her right leg on the chair seat, while moving her left towards him. Anduin, looked for a second and obeyed. He sat on his knees, thankfully tent floor was filled with rugs, otherwise his knees would hurt badly. “Go on” she jerked her left leg closer to him, nearly hitting him on the head. “Hold it like precious trophy with both hands and lick!” she commanded and leaned further back to enjoy this sight. Anduin hesitated, but shortly gave out his first lick on her upper section of the boot, it tasted very leathery and with small hint of dirt, it wasn’t that horrible, but it was humiliating. After 1 minute of slow licking, she let out annoyed growl and pushed her boot into his chest, flipping him over. “You are so boring... you better do the next part with more enthusiasm”. She said while dominantly looking down at the fallen boy. “Pull down my boot and lick my feet” she said with slight hint of joy in her voice. This was actually turning her on, but he had no idea, that her body can function this way. As he returned to the kneeling position and took her leg in his hands she said “Pull it off like you would to your queen, whoever she would be” Sylvanas smirked and Anduin cringed inside, but tried his best to mimic his actions, that he would in that scenario. He gently took her leg and slowly started to unbutton her boot, Sylvanas smirked inside, seeing that at least here he didn’t need her help. As he had unbuttoned all the clasps, he gently slid the boot off her leg. He was actually surprised. His eyes were met with fit, greyish, but at the same time good looking and healthy (if you can say so) female leg. If not for her skin color, he wouldn’t be able to spot a difference between her and some other elf. His deep thoughts and observations was interrupted by Banshee Queen again. “Come on! Do it!” she shouted, sounding annoyed. He leaned to her feet and gave an experimental lick on the top of her feet. Result shocked him. She wasn’t tasting horrible, in fact, he could taste slight sweat and the leather, that came from her boot, he was expecting a vomit producing reaction, but it was fine and the strangest thing about all of that, was that she could actually feel slight warm. It meant that she had still some kind of biological processes going inside her, but not as rapid as for living person. “Good... “ she dreamily said, “Now suck on my fingers” surprisingly to her, there was no hesitation and he started to lick and suck on her toes. It gave her tickling sensations, but she had to admit, his tongue and mouth was really turning her on and she felt good. After 1 minute of pure pleasure, she herself snapped out of it and shouted “Enough!” by pushing him away again. “It seems you are getting carried away, doesn’t look like a punishment anymore to me” she said, while pulling back on her boot. Sylvanas had conflicting thoughts regarding this situation, she wanted to gain pleasure and use this boy, but she wasn’t expecting that this sick fuck is going to enjoy it as well. She had a dilemma, but she decided for her own good. “Alright” she jumped off the table and looked at him sitting on the ground. “It looks like you were curious about how this gets removed” she pointed towards her breastplate, in couple of seconds it was loose and she thrown it aside. Anduin was starting to have tingling sensations between his legs, this was turning him on. Under her breastplate, Sylvanas wore a leather tunic, that looked like a corset and to his surprise, she started to untie all the ropes and in few seconds it was gone. Anduin was mesmerized by the sight. Her top was exposed, showing off her athletic elven body, except for her decent sized bust, that was consealed in black bra. In contrast with her grey skin, shoulder length light blonde hair and red eyes, she was absolutely gorgeous and desirable. Noticing her loose waistguard, she decided to remove it as well, showing tight fitting leather pants underneath. Sylvanas saw his lustful stare and smiled. Sitting down in the nearby chair, she motioned him with her index finger to come. As Anduin was about to stand up “on all fours, crawl to me like a dog!” she smirked at her own sentence, watching him get back down and getting to her in one of the most humiliating positions possible. He nearly reached her before feeling boot on his forehead “That’s close enough, you low life scum” she said with dominance. Anduin had no idea, but all of this was turning Sylvanas on. Being able to humiliate this little boy, this high born majesty, the leader of whole Alliance was beyond she could ever dream of. She watched as Anduin was sitting on his knees in front of her, with eyes burried in the ground, waiting whatever command she is going to say next. After few seconds Anduin heard *click* sound and looked up. Sylvanas had opened her bra and was putting it on the table. Before he could look back at her, he felt awful pain in his head area. Sylvanas had taken firm grip on his hair and pulled him towards her chest slightly leaning forward. “Lick and suck my breasts, and you better be gentle..” she said in authorative voice. Anduin opened his eyes, he was met by two beautiful looking tits. They were not huge, but firm and in great shape. Anduin immediately started to get hard. He slightly leaned closer and put his mouth around her nipple and started to suck gently, forcing a light moan out of Sylvanas. As he was driven by auto pilot, sucking and occasionally licking her left breast, his left hand rose up to envelop her right breast, giving it a soft squeeze. Immediately Sylvanas pulled him by his hair away from her chest, resulting Anduin to let out scream of pain and slapped him hard across the face, dropping him to the ground. “No hands!” she shouted. “You are my plaything not the other way around!” sounding pissed. Being in control was one of her biggest pleasures. Actions like these, that made her lose control, angered her. Anduin slowly got up to his knees, feeling a stinging pain on his mouth. His own lip got busted open. “Consider it a payback.” Sylvanas said, noticing his bleeding lip and standing up from the chair with her breasts exposed to the slightly humid air. “Stay where you are” she said, while turning to the table to pick up her bra. “I don’t need you to make me dirty with all that stupid blood of yours” she said while putting back on her bra and closing the straps behind her. Anduin was sitting on the ground, awaiting next orders. His erection had depleted due to pain, but he was still little harder than before. Sylvanas looked at him, also noticing his slight erection and smirked. “We are not done yet” she said and turned towards one of the chests, bending forward to remove her leg plates. Looking aside she saw his lustful gaze and smiled. As Sylvanas removed her leg armor, leaving only the one on her arms on, she went back to the table and leaned back against it and crossed her arms. Anduin looked at her. Only thing that covered her lower half was her leather pants and boots. “For this part, you are not allowed to move or...” she pointed towards his half erected penis. “Touch your little dick in any way” she said, while sounding slightly entertained. “If you do, the agreement is off and I will hurt you. Do you understand?” she asked now in more serious tone. “Yes...” he murmured, having his teenage hormones going wild. “Speak louder!” she shouted. “Yes, Sylvanas Windrunner.” He responded with anger in him. Sylvanas smiled and quickly removed her boots, after that she started to pull down her leather pants. Anduin tried not to look at her, knowing that his mind will go wild, instead he looked to the ground. Sound of fabric sliding across the skin, followed by audible *thud* finally forced him to look at the scene in front of him. Sylvanas had dropped her leather pants nearby on the floor and was standing there in her black panties. Anduin knew that looking was a mistake, he instantly felt blood urging to his penis, making it nearly fully erect. She had thick and beefy athletic thighs that went up to her womanly hips. Anduin haven’t seen anything so sexual in his life, perhaps it was due to a fact that he was still a virgin and stimulus like this could easily mess his whole head around. She looked at his rapidly growing erection and grinned. “Remember the rules” she lustfully smiled and sat on the table, spreading her thick thighs and putting her right leg on the chair seat for balance as before. This time making sure that her waist was turned right at him. Anduin was looking between her spread legs and started sweating. His blood pressure was over the roof. He followed her hand as it slowly slid from her navel to her panties, just to come to a sudden halt in the middle of them. “Oh... what’s this..?” she sounded slightly surprised and erotic. His gaze was stuck on her hand. Sylvanas slowly rubbed the spot with her index and middle finger few times, before stretching her hand in front of her, to observe the small, sticky wetness on them. “Look” she turned her fingers towards him and slowly spread, then closed them to show the clingy wetness. Anduin thought that his dick will explode, he couldn’t think straight anymore, instead he burrowed his gaze into floor.”Interesting...” Sylvanas murmured, before putting them to her mouth and lick the substance. “Mhmmm...interesting...”. She chuckled, seeing the hormonal mess that was Anduin on the floor. “I suppose that you made me more entertained than I thought” she said, while standing up and pulling down her panties, just to return in the previous position, putting them next to her on the table. Anduin no longer controlled his own movement and instinctively turned his head to look back at her. She was sitting with her legs spread like before, but now was observing her wet panties in her hands. His stare went south and his penis spasmed. He was greeted with slightly spread slit and a light blonde patch of hair above it. Sylvanas noticed his stare “I bet you want these, don’t you?” she teasingly said, while showing him her wet panties. She saw his broken vessel, that was nearly tearing itself apart from all the mixed emotions and feelings, that it turned her on even more. At first she didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, but thinking about the rules she made, it would actually make it even worse for him, since he is not allowed to move or touch himself. In result massive grin appeared on Sylvanas face. “I suppose I can be merciful for once and reward you...” she said arrogantly and throw him her panties. They landed just in front of him. Anduin was nearly shaking at this point. Lust was overtaking him. He reached and picked up her panties, they were still slightly warm. Then without thinking, he put them to his face and deeply inhaled. Sylvanas looked stunned for a second and started laughing afterwards. “You perverted, little shit!” she laughed. “I can’t believe you actually did it”. Anduin wasn’t even listening, her scent was intoxicating. By looking at this little brat, Sylvanas herself felt a need to continue further and started to rub her clit, while observing the lewd sight in front of her. Whole world around Anduin was gone for a moment, after taking few more whiffs he found the wet spot on the fabric and licked it. Taste was strange, but it wasn’t unpleasant, however it made him crave even more. “What a naughty little shit you are!” Sylvanas gasped, while masturbating. Now sliding two fingers inside, making audible wet noises and causing some more clingy substance to pour out and stain her inner thighs. Anduin started to regain his senses, hearing squishy sounds coming from table. Firmly holding her panties in his fist, he observed as Banshee Queen was pleasuring herself. He thought that his penis went purple. Noticing his piercful stare, she pulled up her bra and started fondling her breast, while speeding up her fingers. Sylvanas was starting to moan, resulting Anduin to nearly pop his blood vessels in his fist. Few moments later, Sylvanas released a high pitched noise and spasmed. Small load of her juice shot out of her vagina and landed in front of him on the floor. Slightly chuckling she laid on the table to regain her breath, meanwhile slowly rubbing her drenched pussy. After a moment of relaxing, she returned on sitting position. “What?” she asked teasingly while seeing his eyes focused on her wet and slowly leaking pussy. “Oh...” she smirked, while putting her index and middle finger on the sides of her vaginal lips and slightly spreading them open, revealing wet and tight gaping hole. “You want this... don’t you..?” she said teasingly with lust, holding her vagina pried open for him, occasionally having a small droplet of her juice slide down her slit. “Well.. too bad” she said in her serious tone, while closing her legs and standing up from the table. Sylvanas saw him starting to breath faster and apparently getting more and more angry. “Do you really?” she looked at him with serious expression. “Do you really think that I will let you defile me with that pathetic dick and seed of yours?” she said now in more serious tone. “Ha! Keep dreaming, you low life...” she said, turning her back on him to pick up her leather pants. Meanwhile, something had happened to him. Raw, primal instinct had clouded his mind. Everything went slow-motion for him. As he saw her bending over, showing off her drenched tight slit, primal beast inside of him took over. In lightning speed he jumped up and picked up his sword, that was put aside few feet away. Sylvanas only managed to turn her head to him, to see a swing motion of his weapon and then darkness. Anduin was gasping. Sylvanas was lying on the floor seemingly unconsciouss. He had hit her with the blunt side of the blade, which he shortly dropped to the tent floor. Instincts took over. He picked her up and dropped her on her back on the round table. Due to lack of armor, she was very easy to lift. Then he put his hands between her thick thighs and spread them open. Taking hold of her hips he pulled her closer to him, closer to the end of the table. She was out cold. All her muscles were relaxed, her body was like a jelly, which eased his actions. He looked at her lying form and started to breathe faster, feeling the adrenaline to kick in again. With his left hand he pulled up her bra and grabbed her breast, but with right one, he took her left thigh in firm grip and leaned in to lick her inner side. Arousal clouded his vision. All his senses were turned up by a notch. He slid his tongue over her skin, tasting sweat and some of the vaginal juice that had stained her thighs before. Getting him turned on more with each second. Smell and taste was driving him insane. Extracting his mouth from her inner thigh he looked between her legs. Her wet pussy looked more inviting than ever before. By pushing his face towards it, he rested his forehead against her soft pubic hair and deeply inhaled her scent. It was 10 times more potent than the one he smelled on her panties before. He gone insane. Anduin started to lick and suck on her vaginal lips, occasionally probing her opening with tongue. Meanwhile, his left hand was squeezing and kneading her breasts as if trying to reduce some of the stress and adrenaline rush he was having. After minute of eating her out, he extracted his mouth from her vagina. His face was wet with her juices, still breathing hard. Suddenly he picked her up again and shoved her against the table, this time on her chest. His dick was about to explode, literally. He pushed her legs slightly apart to have better access. And took hold of his penis. It was filled with blood and hurt. Anduin pushed his hard dick against her wet slit and rubbed it few times to soak its head in her wetness. Then he took firm grip on her hips and strongly pushed in, hilting his whole length in one firm stroke. Anduin let out a loud moan. It finally happened, he had lost his virginity. To his surprise, her insides were warm and tight. He nearly came on the spot, but holding back the feeling he started thrusting into her rapidly, he could cum any second. Sylvanas started to regain her senses, slowly opening her eyes first thing she noticed was that she was moving slightly. Image was still blurry to her, but shortly she started to hear audible grunts that were becoming louder and louder each second. Her vision became clear and her eyes went wide, she felt thrusts. Sylvanas eyes filled with blood. “Nooooo!” she screeched in her banshee voice. Meanwhile, Anduin was at his peak, he started grunting more often as he sped up. Her drenched vagina eased his penetration a lot and each time he thrusted, it made squishy noise. Mix of her juice and his saliva were dripping down her thighs as he penetrated her like a mad beast in mating season. Suddenly her vaginal muscles clenched around his penis, the pressure was too much for him. She must have awakened, was his only thought before he heard her scream and with last few rapid thrusts, he felt himself erupt in her, shooting several loads of his virgin cum in her drenched vagina. Immediately he collapsed on her back. “You little shit!” she shouted in her banshee voice, feeling him lay on her back. Sylvanas strongly pushed her backside against him, in result forcing his semi-hard dick deeper inside of her, making her grunt in sudden pain. But ultimately he fell back and hit the floor from the massive push. Sylvanas was shaking, her eyes had filled with blood and her hair started to move on their own. Her inner banshee was released. She slowly lifted herself from the table and stood up. As Anduin was lying on his back, he saw dark energy embracing Sylvanas, he knew that he fucked up. “How dare you...” she said in a deep and angry voice. Sylvanas slowly turned towards him. In the moment Anduin saw her face, all the blood from his face disappeared. He was greeted by blood filled eyes and her face had turned into a banshee, her hair was floating around her as if ignoring the gravity. Anduin looked at her and thought that he is going to fade, such negative energy was radiating from her form that he could feel it in every cell of his body. Sylvanas started to walk towards him “You... I will destroy you!” banshee talked through her vessel. But as she had nearly reached his lying form, she halted her movement and looked down. Anduin’s gaze followed her own. Sylvanas felt tickling sensation. She slid her fingers between her thighs and pulled them up to inspect them. They were stained with white substance. Anduin looked at her and then between her legs. He saw that his sperm was starting to drip out of her, staining her inner thighs and the rug under her. Anduin swallowed. Realization for Sylvanas kicked in and she let out a deafening screech. Sylvanas looked at him with her vicious, blood filled eyes and took him in choke hold, pulling him up in the air. “You... you defiled me!” she shouted in her banshee voice, while choking his throat. Anduin couldn’t breathe and his legs were just kicking in the air. “You will pay...” she said with low and cracked voice. Strengthening her grip on his throat she squeezed it and immediately throw Anduin across the tent. He hit the floor hard and barely could inhale. Sylvanas started to walk towards him again, but he got up and ran to the chest were Sylvanas had put her weapons and armor. He pulled out one of her daggers and ran to her. Sylvanas vibed in anger and disgust. As he attempted to stab her, she easily dodged it by using her banshee reflexes and stepped aside. As he went for the second attempt, she grabbed his dagger wielding hand and tore it from his fist, breaking his arm in process. Anduin cried out in pain. Shortly after that, Sylvanas kicked him in the ribs with her knee, crack could be heard. In the moment Anduin leaned forward from the impact, she hit his face with her fist, dislocating his jaw. Anduin fell on the floor. Sylvanas picked up her dagger and went to the sobbing mess, that was known as king of Stormwind. She kicked him in his ribs again, forcing Anduin to turn on his back. She kneeled next to him and put her dagger near his genitals. Anduin felt the cold steel against his skin and cried out from fear. Sylvanas wasn’t reacting at all. Her banshee posture had returned inside of her and now she was just a regular version of herself, except very pissed. Anduin looked as she had lifted up her dagger. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevidable strike. Sylvanas screamed and thrusted the dagger next to him in the ground. Anduin cried out from the stress and even peed himself. Sylvanas looked at him with disgust and picked up his shirt, that was lying on the floor nearby. She stood up and used his shirt to wipe the sperm off her thighs and out of her vagina. As she was done cleaning herself, she throw the stained shirt back at him, it landed on his rapidly lifting chest. Anduin was just lying there. Every part of his body hurt, he couldn’t move or talk. He just kept staring in the tent ceiling. Few minutes later, Sylvanas had finished putting on her leather pants and corset. She went outside to signal her dark rangers to come. 1 minute later, her dark ranger squad had arrived and entered the tent. They saw the sight of king of Stormwind lying on the floor naked, with dagger burried in the ground next to him, while Sylvanas was finishing to put on her breastplate. “My lady...” one of the rangers spoke, being slightly worried about the scene in front of them. “Is everything alright?” she spoke. Sylvanas closed up her breastplate and picked up her bow and quiver. “I’m fine.” She replied in bothered voice, without looking at her squad. Then she turned with serious look on her face and said “Send message to Alliance to bring their best healers, their king has been hurt.” Sylvanas continued to arm herself, this time putting back all the throwing knives. “And also tell them, that negotiations have not been successful” she replied in serious tone. As she exited the tent she stopped. “Clean him up, he has broken bones everywhere” Sylvanas said in careless voice and started to walk back to the Horde camp. 5 minutes later, Greymane had arrived to the tent, accompanied with 2 priests and 1 paladin. Sylvanas rangers had already departed. He ran inside the tent to see young king lying on the floor in his simple pants barely moving. “Anduin..?” he looked at him and immediately left the tent to let out a vicious howl towards Horde camp. Sylvanas stopped in her tracks and looked back. She could hear his howl even though their tent was barely visible on the horizon. Sylvanas face turned into disgust once again and she continued to walk. As 3 healers have made Anduin’s condition stable enough for transporting, they lifted him on the cloth made stretcher and started to move him back to their camp. Greymane was filled with fury, he knew that he couldn’t trust that banshee bitch. He went back inside the tent and broke the table with one single hit. As he began to calm down, his nose started to pick up smells. He sniffed around and after few moments he was certain that those were bodily fluids. He looked around and noticed black fabric on the ground. He picked it up, feeling stronger scent coming from it. Those were panties. “What the hell..?” he whispered to himself. He looked at the panties before walking outside the tent and turning his sight towards the Alliance camp. Maybe everything wasn’t the way he thought before.  

Chapter 9 - Six Years

“One… two… three!” 2 men picked the unconscious draenei body up and with struggle moved out of the stinky orc tent. Immediately few healers approached . “Put her down there.” one of the female voices said pointing towards already prepared blanket. Noises were coming from all around as the Alliance forces stormed and cleared the camp. There were no sounds of battle just few distant shouts of guards confirming that certain places were cleared. Perimeter was safe and now the hardest part came to round up all the survivors and attend medically to those who needed it. Elania’s head wobbled as she was carefully put on the blanket. “Quickly assist me!” one of the female healers yelled before crouching down to the draenei. “My gosh…” gasped the night elf druid as she sat down on her knees on the opposite side of her paladin friend. “It’s not the time Alisandre she looks to be in a very bad shape” said female paladin and quickly pulled out a knife to fully cut open dress. Carefully examining her round breasts and chest her hands stopped at her midriff and holy light started to glow – “Her breasts seems alright aside from few bruises and small bites I will scan her torso now.” Said the female paladin. “Prepare healing words…” said the paladin with one hand in front of her mouth as if holding herself from throwing up. “She will need a lot.” Said paladin and moved her glowing hand towards the pelvis. Druid female was already meditating. Healing energy started to embrace the unconscious draenei. Meanwhile paladin kept scanning her body for more detailed information on her condition. “Multiple penetrations…” paladin wiped sweat from her forehead while keeping on concentrating. “Very recently given birth. She has inner bleeding coming from the uterus…” paladin continued while trying to hold herself together. “Also cervix has been damaged due to rough object insertion… most likely cause of rape.” Paladin shook her head and groaned. “These bastards should rot in hell…” druid opened her eyes for a moment to see what her friend was talking about. Looking into her friends eyes paladin continued – “I sense at least 7 different semen samples in her… most of them orcs.” She said and with disgust looked away. “I will help you with this we need to get her condition stable before we can transport her to Stormwind.” Said paladin and joined in to heal her body. Some of the guards took a glimpse to look at the process, but quickly averted their eyes to avoid being called out. Not every day they could observe naked draenei female, but even they knew that it wasn’t the best situation and that she had probably went through the worst. After 30 mins of hard and complicated healing work paladin finally stood up – “We need to clean her properly when we get back.” She said while holding a tissue with mixed fluids in her hand. “Give her at least some modesty please… cover her up.” Paladin pointed to her druid friend to which she quickly nodded and put a soft and warm cotton blanket over her form so only the head and bottom of her hooves stood out. “Guys assist please!” called paladin and quickly guards arrived to once again carefully pick the draenei in their arms and load it inside a carriage. “I will stay with her just in case she wakes up or her condition changes, attend to others.” Said paladin and climbed in the carriage. “As you wish Meia.” Nodded druid and ran towards the centre of the camp.       *few hours later*   The rough and bumpy road made her head wobble back and forth. Noticing her eyelids starting to move human paladin very gently touched her shoulder. After a moment Elania’s eyes opened and her blurry gaze shifted towards the close leaning female. “You need to regain your strength… stay down you are in safety now.” Some distant voice echoed in her head as she saw the females lips parting ever so slightly after each word. Elania felt how something unexplainable gently washed over her body and once again sleep subdued her.   *few days later*   “Shh… she is waking up” one voice said. Some audible steps followed “My goodness… I knew she will make it.” Said another one. Elania was slowly regaining her consciousness, first her finger moved and then her tail made a little jerk movement. Hearing the voices around her she slowly opened her eyes. The warm and bright light made it hard to see, but after keeping her eyes halfway open they started to adjust and eventually she could identify the persons around her. “Elania…” she heard a soft yet manly voice coming from the being just next to her. After turning her head in the direction of the voice a sudden smile crept on her face. “Falan…” she whispered and yelped in pain as the massive uncle hugged her. “Ey! Easier, she is still very weak.” A bearded dwarf priest interrupted. Falan quickly stepped back and nodded while brushing away tears of happiness. “I was looking for you Falan… me and…” suddenly her face became unreadable. Seeing that Elania was on the verge of freaking out, Falan quickly stepped in “No Elania… you are safe and your son Malen as well…” he gently hugged her. Letting out a choke she started to weep. The memories of the events that had happened to her hit her like a truck. “Shh... Don’t cry…” whispered Falan while gently stroking her back. Elania was shaking. “They… they hurt me..” she stammered out. “It’s all in the past now, your body has been fully healed and healers did their absolute best to wash all the bad stuff from you baby…” Falan gently touched her hair. “Baby…” she responded in monotone. Then another memory kicked in. “Baby…” she said louder and attempted to get up. Falan managed to hold her down. “It’s alright! Elania calm down… take a look.” He ended the sentence on somewhat uplifting tone. Elania turned her teary eyes in the opposite direction and her soul simply exploded in radiant glory. She saw a small blueish being in the hands of a human female. The small tail was jerking back and forth as the female cradled the newborn in her hands, while taking a quick glance over to the bed. “I believe this is yours.” Smiled the female and slowly approached the bed. All the pain washed away from her as she held her young baby girl in her hands. Nothing else mattered in this special moment. “Leah…” said Elania and gave a soft kiss on the forehead of her newborn. It made Falan chuckle “I guess one thing has been decided then, at least we won’t need to strangle our brains for this task. Leah it is…” he smiled and leaned closer to the pair. “Where is Malen?” Elania warmly asked. Falan looked at her and put his hand on her shoulder. “At our home, waiting. Our new home.” Said Falan and smiled. Elania lifted her eyebrow. “After what had happened… King Anduin granted us house just outside the Stormwind next to the lake. The sight is magnificent…” dreamily responded  Falan. “I want to see it… and meet my son.” She looked into the Falans eyes. “Please let’s get there.” Falan smiled. “With pleasure.”   *6 years later*   Heavy stomps came closer to the house before the well-crafted wooden doors opened. “Hey sweety how was your day at school?” Asked Elania while flipping through the book of enchanthing. After the doors roughly was shut, it startled her and she looked at her son. Without even looking at his mother he started to climb up to the 2nd floor. “It sucked…” he stammered out. “What… why?” Elania asked in confusion and quickly put down the book to follow her son upstairs. Taking hold of her cream colored dress not to trip anywhere. Malen pushed his room doors open and just laid down in the bed sighing. In couple of seconds his mother entered in the room and crossed her hands. “What happened?” she asked. Malen looked at her for a moment but then his gaze returned to the ceiling. “Those assholes picked on me again.” He sighed again and crossed his own hands in anger. Elanias eyes went wide. “Who picked on you? Why?” she asked and sat down on the end side of his bed. “My classmates… Lance and Luke with Mark. They are such pricks…” he was on the verge of breaking. Elania put her hand on her sons thigh. “Has this happened before? You never told me you had issues?” she said in genuine tone. “It has been going on for weeks… it’s just I didn’t want to mention them… they speak stupid shit anyway…” Malen said and groaned. “What are they saying Malen?” Elania asked. Malen looked at his mom with almost guilt and pain. “They… they say that we are entitled assholes, that we got our house only because… because…” Malen was stammering to which Elania calmed him down by gently squeezing his thigh. “It doesn’t matter, just tell me.”she responded and Malen swallowed. “Because you have been whoring out to the entire city guard squad and being a personal toy to the Anduin…” Malen finished and got red of saying such nonsense. Elania was shocked “How dare… what..” she looked away with shock. Obviously It wasn’t true. The reason they got the house was due to the horrible events that had happened to her 6 years ago, but for obvious reasons it was kept secret. Not to mention that she hasn’t slept with anyone since then. Occasionally she had her time alone moments, when she explored herself and catched some pleasure with her fingers and sometimes a cucumber, but not with a person. It was something she wasn’t sure that will be able to overcome that soon. “This is so horrible… they have no idea what you went through mom…” her son said and fresh tears visibly appeared in his eyes. Elania without saying a word got closer and hugged her son. “It’s alright sweety… it’s in the past now and… it will remain there.” She said and finished. After leaning back from the hug she asked – “How old are they?” a strict tone in her voice. “Lance is night elf and he is like 20… and head taller than me… why is that even a thing? Shouldn’t we be taller than them?” Malen asked in anger. “Our lifespan is different Malen. We both share long lives with night elves, but they mature sooner, this is why you are still about 180cm at the age of 18, but he is taller.” Elania gently patted his shoulder. “You will overgrow him, no worries about that.” Malen nodded – “Those other 2 freaks are barely 18 and even shorter than I am, but they keep nagging me.” Elania shook her head. “I won’t tolerate this… I will talk to them.” She said and got up. Malen quickly got up. “What? No! It will make things even worse…” he said and his mother stopped to look at him. “Why?” she said neutrally. Malen dropped his head and looked at the floor. “Because for that human asshole Luke… his dad is head of Stormwind Royal guards and he holds strong power… this is why he can act like piece of shit towards me and not get in trouble…” Elania thought about this, but decided otherwise. ‘’Alright… I will try to think of something else…” she said and left the room. Hearing her son sigh and drop into his bed once again. No, she had to do something.   “I will go to the market. Gonna bring you something tasty.” Yelled Elania from her room while changing from her long cream color dress to put on her sky blue one that ended just below her knees. It was in the middle of the summer so while it was slowly approaching evening – the temperatures were still pretty high and wearing anything more than that would make it unbearable.   Leaving her house with the fruit basket in hands Elania went straight to the Stormwind. Just in few minutes the familiar Stormwind pavement clicked under her hooves as she crossed the beautiful bridge. Upon reaching the famous Trade District instead of the nearby stores that offered various goods for different prices her gaze turned towards the Cathedral Square. Taking a deep breath she marched forward. It was the place where her son’s school was located and the most likely place where to deal with the issue that her son was facing. On her way occasional student passed her. Some having a chat with each other, others just rushing by to quickly get to their homes as If running from something horrible as it may as well be. Eventually reaching the square she noticed that most students were already gone aside from few groups that were scattered around and chatting. Most were mixed raced like humans and dwarfs or night elves and draenei, but one group particularly stood out. It matched the description quite well of how her son had described his bullies. There were two humans and a night elf. In somewhat more secluded area. There was some benches and trees and it appeared that they were playing some kind of physical endurance game in which one would show an exercise while others has to repeat it and vice versa. After hesitating for a moment Elania started to walk towards the group. As she was approaching one of the humans shifted a quick glance to her and immediately poked his two buddies who immediately looked and grinned. Elania noticed their vibes and it made her uncomfortable but there was no turning back now. Keeping her posture up she finally reached the group and crossed her arms. One of the humans whistled while the night elf brushed his cheek. “Yes? How can we help you?” smirked the 3rd human, while the night elf very blatantly observed her tall form. With an authoritative tone Elania spoke – “I suppose you three are Lance, Luke and Mark?” The party looked at each other and started to laugh. Making Elania slightly shift in her position. Even though she heavily towered over the 3 guys she was still outnumbered. After the brief laughing session Lance stood up and moved closer to her standing just few feet apart. Lance being 190cm tall was nearly as tall as her and therefore could almost look directly in the eyes of the draenei female. “Do we have a problem?” he smiled grossly making Elania step back a bit, but not as much to notice it. “Yes we do!” she increased her voice while looking directly in the eyes of the night elf male. “You… and your pals” she pointed towards the both humans “Better leave my son alone and…” before she could continue Luke yelled – “Oh! Now I remember… this is the whore of a mother!” everyone including Elania went dead silent, but soon the awkward chuckle came from Mark and Lance joined in by showing thumbs up to the Luke for the ‘’brave’’ comment. Elania was shocked. She stepped aside to look at the Luke who appeared not to be intimidated not even the slightest amount. “How dare you… I will tell about you to the school principal, he will…” Elania was interrupted by Luke who casually stood up and went to her. He was much shorter than her only about 174cm, but her 200cm posture obviously left no effect on him. Elania looked down on the short human as he looked at her in the eyes with this sadistic smirk. “Is that so…?” asked Luke while trailing his eyes from the bottom of her hooves to her slightly exposed legs to reach her full bosom and eventually her angry straight face. “Big words coming from a cheap whore. Am I right boys?” laughed Luke and started to circle her. Elania didn’t even move her mind was still in shock to hear such vulgar words coming from these young students regarding her. “What is in the store today…?” smirked Luke and roughly lifted her dress from behind, for a small moment exposing her thick blue thighs and white panties to the group. By instinct she pushed away his hand and *slap*. Everyone stood in the motion as a wave of whistles and ‘’ouch’’ came from his buddies. Meanwhile Luke was holding his cheek where her palm collided with his face. “You little shit…” gasped Elania out of stress and adrenaline. “I will report you to office you will be in so much trouble.” Elania looked at Luke in confusion seeing him slowly starting to shake with giggling as he was still rubbing his reddening cheek. “No… that’s where you are wrong BITCH…” spatting out the last word. He looked into her eyes once more. “It’s you and your son who is in trouble now and you can blame yourself for that. You better find a way to fix it or else…” angrily responded Luke to which Elania one last time looked at the all 3 bullies and quickly marched away. Sounds of cat calls and ‘’whore’’ was echoing behind her as she frustrated beyond belief went home. The Sun was close to descent so to actually keep her promise Elania bought some fresh fruits and headed home.     Next morning she woke up noticing that her son had already departed for school. Sitting up in the bed and stretching her arms she slowly stood up to go to the nearby drawer to pick up some fresh underwear. This time she put on a yellow themed dress and went outside to the nearby lake. Sun was bright and hot showing no mercy. Since Falan had agreed to spend some time with her daughter to go on a small camping trip there was not much for Elania to do. Upon reaching the lake she held her dress higher as her hooves enjoyed the refreshing lake water as she walked along the shore. Wind was pleasant and gently caressed her face. After few hours she decided to head back home. Upon entering the house she saw her son’s bag simply laid on the ground. “Sweety? You already home?” Elania nervously asked before heading to the 2nd floor from where she could hear noises coming. Upon reaching her sons room she found him rushing through drawers as if searching for something. “Honey, what are you looking for?” Elania asked and went to her son. As Malen turned towards her her hands immediately came to her mouth in shock. Her son’s lip was busted and he had a bad bruise on his left eye. “Wha… what happened to you?!” she nearly screamed and rushed to him to hold his face in her hands. Malen shook his head and shyly looked away. “Nothing… nothing important.” He stammered out. Elania clearly knew what had happened. “Come, I need to get you to the hospital.” She started to pull her son towards the exit but he insisted and pulled away. “I’m fine I said! I just need some tissues…” he groaned. Elania felt sick, it was going too far. After bringing her son some clear tissues she immediately left the house without saying anything. With knuckles held tight and face full of anger she marched towards the Cathedral. Her yellow dress barely able to keep up with her rapid movement as she approached her destination. The way they both were being treated was so unjust and wrong it made her blood boil. Upon entering the massive square the infamous group was already visible leaning against the nearby wall and visibly cracking jokes and chit-chatting. This time however no one else was there but it wasn’t of concern for her, she was pissed and if needed would deal with them herself. Her hooves kept clicking on the stone bricks as she came closer and closer to her targets. The party was so busy on their own that they didn’t even notice the yellow dressed draenei approaching before it was too late. As they turned to see her Elania immediately pushed Luke against the wall startling his companions. Elania was much stronger and taller than Luke and the sight was comical the least. “You… it was you who beat up my son wasn’t it?” she spew out with anger while with reasonable strength held Luke against the wall with her hands. *spit* Elania backed away in shock cleaning her eye in which Luke just spat in it. “Get off me you blue whore!” shouted Luke straightening himself up to regain at least some kind of posture in front of her and his companions. Making a quick gesture with his hand the night elf and human stepped behind the draenei who was still busy clearing her vision. “You little shit… you are don…” she was about to step closer but her movement got halted. Lance and Mark held her from behind restricting her movement. “Let me go!” she yelled while trying to break free, but the combined strength of the night elf and human was too much to beat. Meanwhile she heard Luke chuckle and looked forward to see his cocky grin. “Well well…” he laughed while getting uncomfortable close to the Elania. “You simply cannot stay out of the trouble can you?” he said and looked to the both sides of the square. Elania looked into his eyes while still attempting to jerk free from the other two. “Let me go… or you will be sorry!” she attempted to sound threatening, but it didn’t work. Luke pointed to her sides. “Oh no missy… it looks like you are the one being in trouble.” Stepping closer he carefully touched her hip. “It appears that we are the only one here” Luke grinned and slowly moved his hand lower to reach under her dress. Survival instinct with adrenaline entered in her veins and Elania rapidly kicked Luke in the guts with her knee. Making him fall on the knees and groaning in blunt pain meanwhile both his buddies attempted to push the draenei on the ground. Mark went to her left leg trying to collapse her from behind, but Elania acted quick enough and gave a rough backwards kick with her thigh right on the forehead of the human attacker making him fall on his all fours. Unfortunately the shift of weight was all the night elf needed and he successfully tripped the draenei mother on her back. Elania groaned in pain as her back collided with the thick stone floor. Luke shifted his gaze on the scene as night elf had climbed on the top of the draenei and attempting to get hold of her flailing arms as she desperately tried to slap and punch him. “Get off me you sick fuck!” Elania shouted now in visible panic in her voice. Flashbacks of her past started to emerge from long gone memories as she was struggling to retain at least some kind of control. Slowly getting up Luke groaned ‘’Get her drugged, I want this bitch…” said Luke and approached the fighting duo while still holding his stomach that hurt from her knee. Lance nodded and instead of trying to catch her hands he started to choke her. Elania felt how her air was starting to become cut off she hit her hooves on the ground and with all her strength attempted to pull of the purple hands of her assaulter but with no luck. “No… get off…!” she stammered out while attempting to breathe but in a split second her neck was free and she inhaled deeply through the mouth. This was all the Mark needed and by quickly pinching her nose closed he poured a substance in her mouth making her gargle and choke on the liquid for a few seconds. “Well done guys!” congratulated Luke as he stood next to the draenei head as she was now breathing heavily. Her gaze went to the Luke – “Sweet dreams whore, I bet you will enjoy this.” He said and laughed. “No… what is happening…” Elania whispered as she felt becoming more disoriented. Her head was starting to spin a bit making everything a lot harder to understand. “Pick her up and move quickly to that back alley!” shouted Luke and ran forward to check if it was clear beforehand. Lance and Mark took hold of her arms and pulled her up. Elania’s legs immediately collapsed. Not only everything was spinning in front of her, but her legs also refused to carry her weight. She didn’t even notice as her 200cm tall body was being dragged to the nearby secluded back alley that didn’t go anywhere. Elania was still conscious and could remotely understand what was happening however she was unable to move at all or even cry for help. “Fast! Put her on that box there.” Said Luke as he let his buddies with the drugged female pass him as he checked for the one last time if there was anyone noticing them. Voices were no longer clear instead they sounded distorted and echoey. “How much time we have?” one voice asked with audible metallic sounds nearby. “Not much, better have our go before it’s too late.” Replied another one. Elania saw shifting shadows and then felt a small impact on her backside. She was put down on the cold and solid ground. She could no longer recognize faces but knew that someone was next to her head leaning over her. Shivers overcame her body as something warm and wet started to slide over her neck and then the sudden cold around her chest area. “Nice melons… let me have a feel.” Someone said and Elania felt as rough hands began to knead her breasts. She could feel everything but aside from that she was completely limp. Elania had completely lost control over her body. Drug itself made her question what was really happening and what was just a hallucination. Suddenly the familiar feel of something warm and wet was on her chest. Her mind was blank and as much as she attempted to move or shout or do anything at all the best that came out of her was a slight jerk movement. ‘’Finally… let’s have some real fun.” Excited voice in the distance called and the feeling of sudden cold appeared in her lower regions. “How modest…” another voice commented. Elania felt her body being slightly lifted for a second just to be put on the ground once more. “Let me keep those please…” said another one. “Fine, as you wish… I have a real deal here with me anyway.” Chuckled another distorted voice. Elania felt her body being moved a bit again or her legs to be specific. “Woah… this one goes all natural. Good that I have just the tool I need…” laughed someone. Elania deep down knew what was about to happen, but the drug didn’t allow her to fully understand it. She was in between reality and dream world or in her case nightmare. She slightly jerked upon feeling the all too familiar wet and warm combination, but in this case it was coming from her lower side. “Tastes weird… but I don’t mind…” said another voice before she felt her legs being spread a bit more apart. “Hey! Stop slacking and stay on guard for me will ya? I don’t want this to be interrupted…” this time it was louder but still as distorted as possible. Elania groaned silently as something went into her. “Not bad… I could get used to this…” she felt how her body started to slide back and forth slightly. It was a small motion but a constant one and her insides felt strange. As if something was crawling its way in. “How is it…?” sliding motion became more rapid. “Not bad… just little too loose for my taste has a nice grip though…” Elania’s vacant stare drilled into the nearby wall. Each time making her lose eye focus as her body was being moved. “Dry as a bone though… good thing I was so hard for her or I would never be able to stick it in...” both started to laugh filling her head with even more distortion. For several minutes she felt the bumps as her body was being pushed back and forth. The strange feeling in her loins kept alerting her that something was not right, but her mind was completely disconnected from reality. Soon enough her lower area became more sensitive making her open her mouth and letting out small gasps as the movement inside of her increased its speed. “Finally dude… I was waiting my turn like forever…” distorted slapping sounds started to echo in the dark alley. “Shut… up!” grunted out the other one before reaching his limit. Loud and desperate moan echoed in the secluded alley as the long built up orgasm washed through the body of assailant. While clinging to the thick blue thighs load after load got deposited in the depths of the victim. Sudden warmth spread inside her loins making Elania’s head even more confused. “Geez… why inside you asshole… I don’t want to stick it in your spunk…” another distorted complaint resonated in her head. At this time the drug had fully taken effect turning her into a vegetable. “Piss off… I wanted to degrade this bitch as much as possible… take her ass if you don’t want her cunt...” Groan came out from one of the assailants and another shifting of shadows took place. “I don’t care… I always wanted to feel draenei pussy.” Replied the other and once again Elania felt her legs being moved. “I want to take her from behind like the goat she is…”distorted voice washed through her brain as she felt her body being moved drastically. In couple of seconds she was turned on her stomach with face pressed sideways to the stone floor. Drool started to drip out of her mouth as the familiar bumping returned. Once again the feeling of something being inserted between her legs went through her. Elania groaned in pressure as weight was being pushed on her back – forcing her further in the cold floor. 2nd assailant took his time in bracing his hips and chest against her backside while slamming his erection inside her already defiled loins. Sudden grunt echoed in the alley – “Ah… fuck… I did not expect this to be so lewd and intense… I’m cumming!” moaned the person and started to shake while pushing his hips as firmly as possible against her blue cheeks to unload his own spunk as deep inside her vagina as he could. After few unnecessary jerks he slipped out and fell back on his ass to regain the breathing while still occasionally contracting like an electrified frog. “You fucking loser… don’t tell me you were a virgin!” sudden laugh erupted. Sound of clap echoed in the alley – “I guess not anymore, welcome in the club.” Elania felt as if someone was playing ping-pong with her head. It started to hurt and her vision was still blurry, but she very slowly started to feel her body. “Hey Lance! You up, bitch is starting to regain her senses, you better hurry up!” This line was still heavily distorted for her, however not as much as before – the drug was starting to fade away slowly. “And I thought you will never ask…” a smug reply came from the 3rd member. “Hey… pick her up for me please and push her against the box, I want to have her this way…” suddenly several steps shifted around her as for the split second she could no longer feel the cold surface. Impact made her let out a painful groan as her chest landed harshly on a wooden box. “Are you for real…?” voice behind her asked. “Your spunk is dripping down her cunt and along the thighs…” Elania’s mind was still fucked, but she did feel in addition to the warmth inside her something was tickling her inner thighs and going further down. “Let me show you how it’s done…” metallic sounds entered in her head before with a sudden boom they stopped. Collective sigh was heard behind her as she felt something gripping at her cheeks. “This guys… is my little friend…” commented the 3rd assailant. “Geez Lance… I guess benefits of being a night elf eh…?” added another one. “Fuck… I want to see this… rape this bitch hard. Show me it in action!” shouted the last one before a smug laugh was heard. Elania’s eyes went wide and she even managed to produce a loud groan as the night elf penetrated her abused slit in one go. “That’s it…” grunted the well-endowed night elf male –“Take my meat you draenei whore.” Taking a chunk with her dark hair he held her head firmly pressed against the box and with absolutely no care in the world started to piston into her as roughly as he could. Tears started to run down her eyes as this was hurting her badly. Drug still haven’t given her control over her body, however the pain started to become very noticeable and she could feel how the above than average manhood was rutting inside of her unprepared birth canal. The other two were observing the scene in awe how roughly and viciously their buddy took the draenei female. It was so intense as if it was a mating season. Their tools were no match to the hung night elf and even gave them a slight complex that their manhoods perhaps were even not that noticeable for her. But this they knew instantly that she will feel. Wooden box was creaking under the rough penetration and their weight. Her abused and stained blue lips were fully spread apart to accommodate the thick and rough invader. Night elf kept slamming inside of her each time reaching her cervix. Cheeks were wet from tears and she kept looking sideways as the assailant took her. Short grunts of pain left her mouth each time the rapist invaded her deepest places. Her vision almost blacked out each time he pushed against her cervix. The combination of pain and strong bump shook her whole body. “That’s it you whore… take it… take it all…” gasped the rapist as this activity was giving him nice cardio training. Both humans kept watching and even stroked their own cocks while seeing how more fluids began to leak down the joint place of their copulation. After few minutes there was a small puddle of combined fluids and spunk on the floor just under her still being ravaged vagina. “Ok… let’s do this…” moaned night elf before increasing his speed and making Elania to close her eyes due to sudden spike in pain she was experiencing. Giving several long strokes night elf finally reached his own peak and started to erupt inside of her. Load after load her abused and stretched draenei pussy was forced to consume. Lance kept holding to her motherly hips to make sure that no drop went to waste. After 30 seconds of staying inside he carefully pulled out his spent manhood. It left with a wet ‘’plop’’ sound as stream of spunk started to drip out of her stretched and gaping hole. First bigger chunks and then a steady stream of white substance kept leaking down her blueish opening and alongside her thigh to end up joining the already created puddle. They noticed that her body was starting to shake if it was from drug or crying they had no clue. “Ok, let’s go… fast!” shouted Luke and quickly departed with both his buddies. Elania shortly slid off the box and fell down on her side. Her yellow dress dirty and stained with bodily fluids while her backside fully exposed and more sperm slowly leaving her birth canal through the slightly spread and engorged lips.

Chapter 0 - Velenas Defilement

Velena looked out of the window and sighed, she was on her bed lying there and studying the book of Holy magic and spells. Her parents both were wonderful people, they didn’t push her to choose a certain way of magic, but their wish was that she pursued the Holy magic to become a priestess. She didn’t mind that at all, since there was not anything specific that she would like to study - may as well please her good parents and make them even more happier with her. She smiled and closed the book, sitting up on the bed she stretched her arms and laid back, studies left her exhausted, they were not that difficult for her bright mind, but they took time and continuously learning new theory and information took its toll on her. She yawned and slipped into daydreaming state. Knowledge and adventures was all she craved for, since her birth, she hasn’t left Azuremyst Isle not for once and exploring the world around her would be an absolute thrill. Velena still lived with her parents in a small house just outside of Exodar and it was convenient, considering that she had to go there daily to study the ways of becoming a priestess of a light. She didn’t have any friends that she could hang out with, but on the other hand, she really didn’t care that much nor she could have time for that, since studies was her main goal to reach in order to finally be able to explore the world and travel. Time went on and she reached the examination day, final test that would grant her the rank of priestess and basically mark her as an adult in her society. Age wasn’t everything, as a draenei you were only considered to be an adult if you had reached certain age in addition with education that was very important, granted, if you decided to be a warrior, then you would have a different test and your hand to hand combat skills would be put on display, but even for warriors, they had to go to school and study theory about world, races and of course - unending battle between Alliance and Horde. And why things are like they are now. Velena woke up and rubbed her eyes, this was her big day, day when she will finally become an adult and free from any bonds. She sat up on the bed, letting her hooves lightly hit the floor and exhaled. Not only this day will make her enter the adulthood, but also it will be a goodbye to her parents, which she was so used to have around and she knew that it will be as hard for them as for her, but without trying to linger to memories and thoughts any longer she stood up and slowly made her way to the mirror. She was beautiful being and her own eyes continued to observe her body. Velena was slightly taller than the average draenei, she stood 230cm (7’5’’) tall and her body was just magnificent, her skin was of light blue color, somewhat similar of what people would say cyan. She had two beautiful looking horns that gently slid to the back of her head, her hair was white and straight, sliding little bit past her shoulders. Most draenei girls were gifted with nice body physics and she definitely wasn’t an exception. Her breasts, even though, not as large as of other draenei females, was still a beautiful sight of two firm peaks that would easily make any human female jealous. She took her tail and gently rubbed it, it was sensitive and it made her giggle. Velena was very young, but smart girl. One of the best students in her class. She didn’t really count her years, since their life span and human life span were very different, draenei lived longer than humans, but by human standards she would have been around 20 years old. After admiring herself she put on her casual white (now somewhat grey) robe and went down to have a final breakfast before the exam. After eating and hugging her mom and dad, receiving well wishes and good luck, she went to the Exodar. After 15 minutes on foot, she arrived in Exodar. Gorgeous city and the capital of Draenei people. She immediately felt very important and happy, of being part of this society. She went straight to the examination class and greeted her mentor High Priestess Aluna. Examination went on and she was feeling pretty good about herself, many of her classmates had much worse performances than her and she could really feel that she was standing out from them. She absolutely nailed the theory part and showed an amazing results in practice healing. As her last artifical healable object were fully restored, she wiped a sweat from the forehead and heard the bell of signalling the end of exam. She waited in the class room alongside her classmates, slightly nervous but confident about her performance. After 30 minutes High Priestess Aluna entered the class and without being able to hide her smile and emotions, nearly jumped and told the class that everyone has passed the exam and therefore earned the rank of a Priest. Following her statement, half of the class let out a satisfying sigh while the other, including Velena jumped up and celebrated. As class somewhat calmed down, Aluna made a speech: ‘’I’m very happy for you all, these were one of the best exam results we had in awhile, I see huge potential in all of you. Feel free to celebrate with your families, friends and take a break from all of this, but those who are interested - will have the opportunity to travel to the Alliance capital - Stormwind to meet their High priest council and perhaps even enlist into active duty of Alliance as Priests. Obviously it will come with benefits, like salary, free further education and other things. Not to mention you will have the opportunity to be greeted personally by his highness and priest himself - Our prince Anduin.’’ Everyone started to chat, talking about the opportunities and benefits of enlisting into active duty and getting paid salary to backup their parents and just simply being an adult. Meanwhile Velena was sparkling inside, she finally is going to have opportunity to travel and not just travel, but to travel to the Alliance capital, the center of all knowledge, place where all the best priests are gathering and sharing their experience and tricks. She was amazed and couldn’t wait to return home to tell her parents the good news and celebrate. As she returned home, her parents were visibly nervous, but when seeing her approaching the doors and seeing her bright smile on her face, immediately knew that she had passed the exam and came rushing out to hug their daughter. They held each other in embrace for like 30 seconds, before they broke up. Mom took her daughters face in her hands ‘’I’m so happy for you… I knew that you were special, but now that you’ve finally passed the exam and can finally be called a priestess, it just melts my heart…’’ Her mom said, while having tears in her eyes, not of sadness, but happiness. Her dad put his left hand on Velenas shoulder and said ‘’Velena, you know I love you and would never stop loving you, but today, you made me and your mother, really proud of you, you’ve done it, you’ve finally made into adulthood that is a great honor for all of us, for our family.’’ Now it was Velenas time to cry, she took her mothers hand with left hand and dads hand with her right ‘’ I did this for both of you, you are the best parents in the world and I just wanted to make you happy for treating me so well and caring about me’’ she said as tears slowly started to drip from her eyes. ‘’Ah… my lovely Velena’’ said her mother and went to embrace her. Dad watched as both females shared a very emotional embrace and after awhile put his hands on his wifes and daughters shoulders and said ‘’Darling, Velena, let’s go inside, it’s getting pretty cold out here’’ Both ladies looked at him and smiled and went inside as Dad closed doors behind them. After they have celebrated and eaten dinner, Velena stood up and went to her room. She wanted to change things around little bit, since her school for becoming a priestess was over and room filled with books and scrolls would be just an unnecessary mess. As she disappeared, Mom turned to her husband ‘’What do you think, will she like the present?’’ mom asked, looking slightly worried. ‘’I’m sure about that’’ said dad and went to his room to bring the box. Velena was on her knees and looking under her bed to look for any random scrolls that might have dropped there when she heard a shout from the kitchen ‘’Velena, dear, can you please come to us? We have something for you!’’ Velena stopped in her tracks and smiled, she got up and nearly ran to the kitchen, having her hooves making loud noises as she hit the floor with them. ‘’What did you get for me?!’’ Velena asked, her tail was swinging behind her in excitement. ‘’Take a look for yourself’’ Her dad smiled and gave her quite large box. Velena took it with care and realizing that it’s not heavy, gently sat it on the kitchen desk. She pried open the box and looked inside. Velena put hand to her mouth and gasped. Inside the box was beautiful, white, mooncloth robe with golden threads and in the middle of bust area there was a pattern of angelic wings that was made from golden thread and in between (where the bust area is) a beautiful romb shaped light blue gem. Velena took the dress completely out of the box and unfold it in front of herself. Her hands were lightly shaking as her eyes scanned the fully displayed robe in front of her, then she placed her hand on the hem of the robe and touched it, it was amazing, material was very soft and felt like silk. Velena looked at her mom and dad ‘’It’s perfect…’’ she said. Then she remembered that it wasn’t all that was in the box. She gently folded the robe back together and put it near on the table. In the moment she went to look for other things in the box she blushed. “Dear, I know you are not used to these things, but it’s a common practice in human society to wear those’’ her mom said and pointed towards the white silken bra and the same material white silken panties. ‘’They are called ‘’underwear’’ or something like that’’ she said. ‘’We draenei as you know are very open to our bodies and physics, but it seems that humans are somewhat more insecure about their… anyway’’ she continued. ‘’Since you are going to leave for Stormwind, which is an Alliance capital and also the biggest city of human population, we have to obey their rules and traditions, that includes a proper use of clothing, so we don’t get into trouble or any unnecessary attention.’’ Velena took the bra and panties in her hand and observed them, they had the same silk pattern as her robe, except maybe panties was somewhat more soft on the inside, which made her confused. ‘’Velena, can you please put on your robe so we can see if everything is alright and we haven’t made any mistake regarding sizing?’’ her dads voice somewhat startled her and she just looked at him and smiled, while still visibly blushing. ‘’Of course!’’ she said and took the robe and the underwear with her and went to her room. ‘’I cannot wait for her to put it on, she will be gorgeous!’’ her mother said. ‘’Darling, she is already gorgeous, i just hope that it won’t be too small or big for her.’’ dad replied. As Velena entered her room, she closed the doors and put the robe and the underwear on the bed and stared at them. Velena have heard about underwear and their purpose and that some races like elves and humans use them, but more she thought about it, more she felt herself somewhat heating up, she had no idea why, but the blush from her cheeks was not planning to go away. ‘’Well… here goes nothing’’ she said and slid down her current robe and stepped out of it. Velena then gently folded it and put it on her bed. Then, she picked up the bra and observed it carefully. Fortunately for her, she remembered one of her classes about ‘’interesting and strange clothing’’ around the world and figured out how the bra works. There was a small metallic clasp on both sides that she could connect with each other, resulting bra becoming one piece and undetachable. After testing it out couple of times, she finally unclasp it and went to the mirror. While looking on herself in the mirror, she put the bra on, making sure that both her breasts are folded into the caps and tried to clasp it close behind her back. Luckily enough, after mingling with her fingers for 10 seconds she managed to clasp it close. It felt weird, she was not used to have any clothing that would specifically hold her breasts in place, but she had to admit. This white silken bra looked very good on her and it started to feel pretty comfortable. She took few more glances on the mirror, and reached with her hands her bust and gently squeezed her breasts, it gave her funny feeling and she couldn’t explain why she done it, but it didn’t matter. It felt good and she blushed a bit, then turned around and went back to the bed. Now she took the white silken panties in her hands and observed them, she turned them around and looked for any other ‘’mechanism’’ that she would have to understand, but fortunately for her, panties looked very basic and with no special use required, exception would be the strange small hole in the back, but she soon enough understood that it’s because of her tail. Panties shape looked very common (thong) to her. With panties in hands she approached the mirror again and stared for a moment. Then, while staring at her image, she bent down and put one leg and then the other inside the holes of the panties and slid them up her waist, when tail was reached, she simply took it and gently put it inside the small hole, until it was fully through. She made sure that they were firmly on and it was a tight fit. To her surprise, it felt really good. If her breasts being restrained made her somewhat uncomfortable in the beginning, then panties truly felt amazing on her body, they were soft and smooth around her hips and they gave a very pleasant feeling between her legs. She turned around couple of times to observe herself in the mirror and stopped to take a longer look. Now, being naked, but with her new bra and panties on her, she had to admit to herself, it was looking very good, those humans can do few things right after all. After looking at herself for some time, she slid one hand towards her panties and touched the fabric between her legs, it gave her a strange sensation, the fabric between her legs was very smooth and the way it touched her skin there nearly gave her chills. So she withdraw her hand and went back towards the bed. Velena felt that her body slowly calmed from the heat and went back to its original state, she started to have a clue on why this was going on, since she knew well enough what those parts of body was meant for and how the actual intercourse is done, it’s just she viewed it as part of procreation and the producing of offspring, nothing else. Obviously draenei mind was different from human ones and therefore she didn’t see it as something that can be abused and performed just for raw sex acts, she didn’t understand the concept of it nor she cared. As she reached the bed, now the main event awaited, her beautiful silken, white mooncloth robe. She picked it up and returned to the mirror, it was gorgeous. Then she picked up the hem of the robe and slipped it on her head and down her body. It was a tight fit, but she still had spare room for moving her hands and legs without stretching the material. Robe ended just above her hooves, but when looking back into mirror, she realized that her body was truly put on display, her curves was very well visible which made her cheeks redden again, her bra held bust was gently pushing outwards the fabric of the robe, but without stretching it too much. At this moment she was thankful, that her breasts weren’t any bigger, otherwise it would have been a very lewd sight. She stepped back from the mirror a bit to observe herself in full glory and she felt absolutely thrilled, she was indeed beautiful and that light blue gem just below her bust accompanied by the gold threaded angelic wings made her speechless. Suddenly she heard voice from the living room. ‘’Sweetheart, are you alright there? You’ve been in your room for good 20 minutes already.” her mom called. ‘’Yes mom, I’m coming in a second!’’ Velena shouted back. She took a final glance to the mirror and went out of the room to the living room. Her mom and dad were sitting on the couch and chatting when she arrived. ‘’Well.. How do I look?” she asked. Mom and dad turned their heads and their mouths just hang open. ‘’What is anything wrong? Velena asked, slightly getting worried about their visual response. ‘’No… it’s just… I have nothing to say… you are gorgeous… I ..’’ her mom stammered out while her dad kept looking on his daughter and started to laugh. ‘’Now what did I tell you? Our daughter was already beautiful and gorgeous before that, did you expect anything else?’’ He asked his wife, then stood up and went to his daughter. ‘’Velena, you never stop surprising us, I have no words to describe how happy I am to see my own daughter being grown up so beautiful, smart and perfect…’’ he said as he took her hand, put it to his lips and gently kissed it. It resulted of Velena to giggle and slowly reddening. ‘’Thank you…’’ she almost whispered, while looking on her dad. Next day Velena spent home with her parents while preparing for the upcoming travel to Stormwind. She already had long conversation with her parents about all her plans and things that she would like to do there. At times it became slightly emotional, her mom wouldn’t want her to go, while her dad was more acceptive and reminded his wife that she has reached adulthood and are free to decide what to do. It went back and forth, but in the end, it concluded on a positive note and they did a long and truthful hug. Her ship was scheduled to depart the next morning and now there was only 1 night seperating her from the journey. As she ate her supper she went to her room and laid down. Her bag was ready, filled with some scrolls and her spell book, that she would carry with herself everywhere, it contained many useful spells and theories that would help her on her journey and amplify her healing spells. In addition to some spare robes, just in case. As she laid in the bed she thought about how everything changes, that starting from tomorrow, she will start an adult life, away from home, parents and lifestyle. At some point, she started to feel uneasy and nervous, but then she throw those thoughts away and reminded herself that she is adult woman now and that she should act like one now and that gave her a morale boost. No doubt, she will miss her parents, but it’s not a goodbye forever, eventually she will return home, she was confident about it. Velena didn’t even notice as she had drifted into sleep and the morning had came. When she got up, slightly dizzy, she realized that it was time. There was like 30 minutes left until ship would depart so she had to start moving. Just after she had gotten up from the bed, she heard knock on the door. ‘’Sweetheart? Ship will depart soon, are you still asleep?’’ her mom said. ‘’No, no, I’m fine, I’m awake’’ she replied to her mom, while still being somewhat clumsy around her room trying to understand what to do. ‘’Remember about your clothing dear’’ her mom said and Velena heard her going away from doors. ‘’Right!’’ Velena shouted out, more to herself than anyone else. She removed her robe that she was sleeping with and went straight to the box that she had received as a gift from her parents. She had put the underwear and mooncloth robe back there. Opening the box, she threw the clothes on her bed and immediately picked up bra and panties and went to the mirror. Without any hesitance, she put on her bra and managed to clasp it close only in 10 seconds, which was pretty good time, in her opinion, considering how little experience she had with those things. Then she put on her panties. Kinda messed around a bit there, since in the haste she had completely forgotten about her tail and it took her some time to calm herself down to put her tail in that hole so she can fully pull up her panties. After underwear was on, she took her beautiful robe and as before, took it under hem and pulled over her head. Everything was fitting as she remembered. Then she took her bag and went out of her room. She was surprised seeing her both parents already clothed and ready to go. ‘’Did you really think that we wouldn’t accompany our wonderful daughter to the ship?’’ her dad asked while having an honest and heartfelt smile. ‘’We don’t have much time so we must be going, I brought some snacks so you won’t have to leave with an empty stomach’’ her mom said while showing her bag of chocolate cookies. Velena smiled and took the bag. ‘’Alright ladies, lets make haste, harbor is like 30 minutes away’’ dad told them. ‘’But how are we going to get in time there then?’’ Velena asked, slightly worried. ‘’Don’t worry dear’’ her dad smirked. ‘’30 minutes is by foot’’ he said.’’I’ve already arranged transport for us that will cut the time by half at least’’ he said, while pointing outside. They all went outside and noticed 2 elekks (elephants by human standards).’’Woah…’’ Velena gasped. ‘’Come, give me your bag, I will put it on that one’’ he said. ‘’Your mom is going to ride with the one that has your baggage. I will ride with you’’ her dad said. Her mom was already climbing up on the elekk with the Velenas baggage and showed thumbs up that she was ready. Meanwhile, Velenas dad helped her to get on the elekk that they both will be riding and shortly climbed up behind his daughter and took the rope that steers elekk. Velena didn’t mind, considering that she didn’t have much experience in riding elekks and since time was everything now, she was happy that her dad took over and started riding them towards harbor. They arrived with 10 minutes to spare. Velena took a glance and saw some of her classmates already boarding the ship, her dad meanwhile already jumped down the elekk and helped his daughter to climb down. ‘’Careful with the robes dear’’ he said while smiling at her. ‘’I will dad, thank you’’ she replied, while shyly smiling back. After her hooves was on the ground she stretched out her arms, noticing that her robe was flexible enough for that and that made her even more satisfied. Meanwhile her dad had helped her mom to get from the elekk and already returned to her with her bag. Her mom shortly joined them both and this was the moment. They made one last group hug and mom went over to kiss her daughter on the forehead, shortly following by dad who did the same. Velena stood there, little bit petrified. ‘’Velena, be careful out there, I know you are a grown up woman now, but you will always be my daughter and I will love you as such’’ her mom told her, her eyes appearing to be slightly watery. ‘’Velena will be fine’’ her dad entered himself in the conversation. ‘’Velena is beautiful, strong and smart woman now, she can take care of herself, not to mention, she is very well educated in spells’’ her dad continued. ‘’Yeah, in healing people mostly’’ Velena cracked a small laugh. ‘’It’s alright…’’ her dad said.’’We’re already very happy about you and there is nothing else that you have to prove to us, take your time Velena, explore the world and we will always wait your return’’ her dad finished his statement and leaned in to hug his daughter one more time and said ‘’Go now, ship will depart shortly’’. Velena looked for a moment and said ‘’Thank you both, for being the best parents in the world! I love you!’’ Velena shouted out. ‘’We love you too sweetheart’’ her mom and dad nearly responded in unison. After that she turned around and ran to the ship, her bag wasn’t that heavy therefore it didn’t look that clumsy as she ran with it in her hand, but eventually she reached ship and boarded it. Then she put her bag down and went to the side of the ship and waved her hand towards her parents, they waved her back and she smiled. Shortly after that, ship started to move. She stared into horizon as ship went forward, after 10 minutes or so she looked back and her home land - Azuremyst Isle was barely visible. ‘’So this is it..’’ she told to herself and went to the cabin. She was told that it takes 24 hours to reach Stormwind, so she settled down in her cabin, put the bag aside and sat down on the bed there, granted, it was too small for her, but it was possible to lay there and it was all that mattered. She spent her day mostly in the cabin, reading her spell book, adding some short captions, comments about her plans and feelings. Occasionally she went outside on the deck, to breath some fresh sea air and have some small chats with other passengers. Sun slowly started to sink and she knew that it’s time to get some sleep, since she will arrive in the Stormwind in early morning. She went back into her cabin, pulling of her robe and gently folding it into bag, in the moment she touched her bra, she had a moment of thought and decided to leave her underwear on, considering that she is entering human society so she should get used to these things. With that she laid down on the bed with only in her bra and panties(or at least tried to) and drifted to sleep. Bell noises awakened her. Velena slowly opened her eyes and looked around, she was in her cabin, sitting on the side of the bed she yawned and stretched out her arms. ‘’We have arrived in Stormwind! Get ready to disembark!” ship captain shouted out. “Oh, so we are here!’’ Velena excitedly said to herself and stood up from the bed. ‘’Ouch…’’ she had completely forgotten about her height and somewhat hit her horns on the ships ceiling. ‘’I have to be careful with that..’’ she said while slowly rubbing them. She went to her bag and pulled out her beautiful mooncloth robe, she slipped it on with some trouble, since there wasn’t much space to maneuver and she had no access to mirror, that she was so used to. But nevertheless, she got it on and straightened it with her hands so there was no wrinkles on the smooth garment. After that she picked up her bag and went up on the deck. She noticed that some of the passengers had already departed. ‘’I guess this is what happens when you are a heavy sleeper.’’ she mumbled to herself and left the ship. As she was walking on the harbor, she couldn’t help but feel amazed about the enormous city that was Stormwind. Huge stone built watch towers, lines of canons, that were aimed at the sea, in case of attacks she guessed. She was big, but even for her height, city looked absolutely massive and greatly dwarfed her physique. As she went up the long stone stairs ‘’Hello there, miss?’’ she heard someone shouted in her direction. She looked on the side and there was a human, dressed in a white robe with a cape, that rested on his shoulders at the moment. She looked at him with a gesture of her finger towards her chest. He nodded. ‘’Come to me, I suppose you are one of the new priests that arrived from Exodar?’’ the robed man asked her while she stood still. ‘’Yeah, I guess… she said’’ while eying him up and down. After that she closed the distance between them and stood like 1 meter away. She absolutely dwarfed him, with her height of 230 cm (7’5’’), his head barely reached the level under her impressive bust. He must have been around 175cm (5’8’’) she thought. ‘’Well, you are one big lady I have to say’’ he laughed out a bit, while scanning her. He had to admit, she was very beautiful and gorgeous with that dress, it even started to give him dirty thoughts, but he pushed them away immediately, since he was priest himself and it was forbidden to have thoughts like that. ‘’Yeah, my people are quite large in comparison to humans’’ she said, while also being intrigued by seeing this human close up. ‘’Anyway, my name is Arthur, I’m discipline priest from Stormwind’’ he said while reaching with his hand for a handshake. ‘’Velena, holy priest from Exodar’’ she replied and made a handshake with the man. Her hand was bigger than humans, but she tried as best as she can to not make him feel embarrassed. ‘’I was sent here from cathedral to meet the newcomers, please follow me, council is awaiting your arrival’’ he said and motioned her to follow him. They walked for a minute and Arthur said ‘’Don’t worry, it’s not far from here, Stormwind is huge city, in fact take a look’’ and pointed on the sky in front of them. Velena looked up and saw sharp spire that was above any other house. ‘’That is the cathedral’’ he said and smiled. ‘’I see’’ she said and smiled back. As they walked, some humans passed them, she was definitely turning eyes, some women walked by with their mouths hanging open in amazement, when guys were visibly disrobing her with their eyes, she didn’t care about those stares, as her main goal was to reach cathedral and meet the one of the best priests out there. ‘’Don’t mind that’’ she heard Arthur speak beside her. “We are multicultural city, but we don’t get to see draenei race every day, so pardon my societies obsessive interest” he said. ‘’It’s alright, I don’t mind that’’ she replied. ‘’After all, I’m very unusual for humans to see and the same I can say about you, I’ve only read about humans and seen drawings, haven’t met anyone since today, so I completely understand it’’ she said and smiled to Arthur. ‘’I’m glad to hear that’’ Arthur replied and they continued along the road. ‘’Alright, we have arrived’’ Arthur said. Velena looked around and gasped in amazement. They were standing in the front yard of cathedral and it looked wonderful. There were several people around, most of them she recognized to be priests and apprentices, and even from different races. She recognized that the absolute smallest guys were gnomes, when slightly larger and bearded were dwarfs, then she spotted a night elf, sitting on the bench with human and having a chat. ‘’And this is the grand cathedral itself’’ Arthur pointed to the massive building. It was indeed massive, even Velena stood there and couldn’t avert her eyes from it, it was truly huge. ‘’We better go inside, the event is about to begin’’ he said, and they both went inside. As Velena entered the main hall she looked around in amazement, it was truly majestic sight of stone columns and beautifully colored glass that let the sun light through. There were long benches on both sides of the hall and most of them were already occupied with variety of priests and priestesses, some were chatting with each other, some sat in peace and waited for the event to begin. Similar to the view outside, hall was filled with different races, but to her surprise, she also noticed a slender blood elf woman, dressed in similar garbs as everyone else, but with some red accents to it, it reminded her of Horde colors. Arthur noticed Velenas stare and said ‘’Ah, don’t worry about her, she is one of the ambassadors from Horde, you see… Horde and we - Alliance are definitely not on good terms, but then again, we are not at war in the moment as well. Both leaders and higher ups of the factions have decided that we have bigger problems to worry about, like the Legion, that has infested our lands, so they have made something like a Non-Agression-Pact, that forbids any violent aggression towards the opposite faction, those who break this pact, which happen time to time, are getting punished. Depending on the deed, it can be a jail time or even death penalty.’’ Velena looked on Arthur for a moment ‘’That’s strange, but then again, my knowledge of the politics are very limited, I haven’t traveled a lot and all I was thought was that Horde are our enemies’’ she said. ‘’True, but sometimes it’s very complicated and there are no such things as black or white, everything has shades of it’’ Arthur replied while smiling back. Velena smiled and went to the unoccupied bench to sit down, carefully adjusting her robe beforehand. ‘’I hope you don’t mind?’’ Arthur asked her, before motioning that he would like to sit next to her. ‘’Of course, no problem’’’she replied. ‘’Ah, it’s about to begin’’ Arthur said and looked forward to the pedestal. Velena had an interesting time, event was going on for about an hour. She heard different speakers, everyone of them, she knew for a fact, were at least of a rank High Priest. They congratulated everyone for passing their exams and told few stories, some from their personal experience and the view of Alliance and how to move forward. Active duty was also mentioned, considering the huge threat that was Legion and that new people would always be useful to attend to those who are already fighting in front lines. Velena wasn’t too keen on that though, she wanted knowledge and being able to travel above everything else, and thankfully for her, one such event would soon take place. Velena heard, that there is a small village called - Lakeshire. It was located East from Stormwind city in Redridge Mountains and only 2 days away, if travelling by foot. The idea was that she could go there and share her experience with the young apprentices that were just starting to pursue the ways of magic. Thought excited her, it wasn’t that long ago, when she was just an apprentice herself, but now she would fill in the role of a teacher even. It made her feel very important. Just as she left the cathedral, Arthur approached her ‘’So, I noticed that you’ve been interested into travelling to Lakeshire’’ he said. ‘’Oh.. Yeah. I could finally unite both of my cravings, one being education the other travel’’ she replied and was still visibly excited. ‘’I wish I could accompany you, but I have some unfinished jobs here in Stormwind’’ he said, slightly sad. ‘’But, if you want to go, you would need transport, I mean you cannot pull that bag with you all the time’’ Velena thought for a moment and nodded. ‘’True, I believe you humans use horses for transport and riding, right? She asked. ‘’That would be correct, but with all honesty, even though you are very beautiful looking lady, you are also quite big and I doubt that horse would be able to carry you and the baggage in the same time’’ Arthur said, while slightly blushing. ‘’Oh, thank you for compliment’’ Velena replied. ‘’But I suppose you are right, in that case I will use horse just to carry my bag, in fact, I want to enjoy this journey so going by foot would be no problem to me’’ she continued. ‘’It’s alright if you want it that way’’ Arthur responded. ‘’But there is one more thing…’’ He said looking slightly worried. ‘’Even though, Elwynn Forest is part of Alliance territory and reasonably guarded, I’ve still heard rumors about some bandits wandering around, bullying farmers stealing cattle etc.’’ Velena let the information sink in and said. ‘’I really appreciate your concern over me, but I’m a big woman as you can see and I doubt that any human could do me any harm’’ she said ‘’Of course, if they are around your size I mean’’ she added. ‘’But please, don’t get offended Arthur, I really appreciate you caring about my well being’’ she felt like she had to add that last thing. ‘’It’s alright, none taken’’ he responded. ‘’But I do insist, that you get accompanied by guards, we as priests work very closely with military department and I’m sure that we will be able to arrange 2 security guards with you, with no extra cost.’’ he finished. ‘’Alright, Arthur… I trust you that you know these things better than I do, I’m not that familiar with human society yet and I believe that your concerns are sincere’’ she sighed. ‘’I will take security with me’’. Few hours later, Velena and Arthur had went to the High priest - Jackson, who was representative of priests in military department and after some paperwork, arranged security for Velena. ‘’Miss Velena, please sign here and here…’’ Jackson said. ‘’Alright, I think I understand your needs and your plan of action, but let me repeat just to be sure’’. ‘’Of course’’ Velena replied. ‘’You will need security to accompany you from Stormwind city to Lakeshire in Redridge Mountains. Trip will take 2 days by foot, at night you will stop and make camp to rest. In the morning your trip will continue and approximately in the evening you will reach Lakeshire.’’ ‘’That would be right’’ she responded. ‘’Alright, I will give you 2 security guards, both are experienced and ready for combat, you and they both will have a horse that will be used to carry their equipment and tools necessary for camp, keep in mind, that they will be on duty and therefore don’t expect them to be keen on chatting, of course, if you need anything - they will respond formally, is that clear so far? Jackson asked. ‘’Yes, so far it is clear, sir’’ she responded. ‘’Security expenses will be paid for you, but I’m sure that Arthur already informed you on that’’. Jackson said while moving out of the room. Velena and Arthur looked at each other, not knowing what to do next, but before any of them decided to speak, Jackson returned, followed by 2 human soldiers. ‘’You will be accompanied by paladin - Rachel and warrior - Braun” Jackson said and both soldiers went in front of Velena and bowed. ‘’Emm.. Pleasure to meet you..’’ Velena stammered out, slightly taken back by the situation and with no clue on how to react. ‘’So it is settled then, Both soldiers are ready, paperwork is done, you are free to depart on your trip’’ said Jackson and went back to sit on his chair. ‘’Thank you, high priest Jackson’’ Velena said and Jackson nodded his head. As they left the building, Velena noticed that both her guardians had already readied their horses and awaited her orders. The she felt a light tap on her shoulder and turned around. ‘’Velena, I wish you a happy trip and be safe’’ said Arthur who somewhat looked nervous or perhaps even shy. ‘’Thank you for the kind words and helping me’’ Velena responded and gently hugged the human. Arthur wasn’t expecting that, but he wasn’t complaining either, it felt good to have her against his skin and it made him smile and blush at the same time. They broke the embrace and Arthur said ‘’Carry on then, may the light be with you sister’’ he said and waved his hand. ‘’I will see you later’’ she responded with the same gesture and smiling. As she approached her own horse to double check if everything was in place, she heard Rachel speak ‘’What will be your orders my lady?”. Velena was taken aback by the question and remembered that she was their ‘’boss’’ in a way now. ‘’Oh, let’s move out then, to the Lakeshire’’ she said. After an hour they had reached Goldshire, small village outside Stormwind, her guards had gathered water and some extra food just in case and they all continued their trip to the east. They kept steady pace for few more hours, looking at sun, by Velenas approximations they were reaching evening, so it won’t be that long before they have to make a camp and take a break. As she walked, she glanced over her 2 security guards. Rachel looked very short to her, but then again, all humans looked small in her comparison. In the end, Rachel had an average height for human female, being about 168cm (5’5’’) tall, while her male counterpart was better built and although still a lot smaller than Velena herself, she definitely could say that Braun was at least taller than the Arthur guy. Braun could be about 185cm (6’1’’) tall. They both were wearing their full body armor, but without helmets, that gave her the ability to observe their looks. Rachel was with straight blonde hair that ended at her shoulders, her face looked very feminine and cute. Braun on the other hand looked like a seasonal warrior, which he probably have been she thought. He had bald head and rough, black beard, but he didn’t look old though, more leaning towards experience than age. And he was muscular, she was sure about that. After two more hours of steady walking, she heard Braun speak for the first time ‘’My lady, sun will soon fall, we should make a camp now, before it gets too dark to see anything’’. Velena looked at Braun and nodded. ‘’I guess you are right, lets make a camp then’’. While Rachel wandered off the road to collect wood for fireplace, Braun had finished setting up all 3 tents. Velena walked few meters away from camp and stretched out her arms. This trip had exhausted her little bit and she couldn’t wait to get to her tent and sleep. As she walked back she took a deep inhale of the fresh forest air and it felt really wonderful. No chemicals, no forges, just pure nature. Rachel returned after 10 minutes and it was really about the time, sun was almost gone and they managed to start a fireplace just in time. They ate for a bit, drunk some water, had some small conversations, about what food they like the most or which territories are the best looking and with the most pure air. After that, they both informed Velena that they plan to sleep for 8 hours to not miss the schedule, and they will do it on shifts, meaning that 4 hours will Rachel, while the other 4 Braun. Obviously this didn’t relate to Velena, so she could have a nice sleep. Velena then went to her tent and settled on the comfy ground on her front, she took her spell book and started reading. Meanwhile, about 100 meters away, they were being watched. ‘’So, what do you think?’’ asked hooded person to the other one. ‘’I think, that this is a good catch and we should inform Sharp about it.”. The other person replied. ‘’Will do, you stay here and keep observing the situation’’ I will get to the leader. He ran through the forest for 5 minutes before finally reaching, seemingly abandoned house, he reached doors and did 1 slow and 2 fast knocks twice. After that he went inside. ‘’Jake, what news did you bring?’’ Sharp asked him, while sitting in the couch and funny enough, sharpening his dagger without even looking at him. ‘’Boss, me and Dan were patrolling this area to look for some merchants, but I think we found something more interesting’’ Jake said. Sharp finished sharpening his dagger and stood up, turning his full attention to Jake and putting his blade beside his belt. ‘’Go on’’ Sharp said and folded his arms on his chest. Guy was massive, not in terms of height, which was still an impressive 186cm (6’1’’), but his physique screamed - pain. His body was full of muscles and biceps looked that they could crash anyones head. Jake somewhat getting intimidated by the sight, struggled to keep his tone steady ‘’Yes.. Sir..em.. We found an interesting escort. There were 2 Alliance troops, from sight one was paladin the other warrior, but they were escorting one strangely looking being, it had light blue color but it was huge, at least 2 meters high, also it had horns and legs looked to be of some sort animal, perhaps goat. But that strange being was dressed in white mooncloth robes with light blue gem and golden colored threads… it looked rich…’’ Jake managed to stammer everything out. After Jakes stressed out statement, Sharp rubbed his beard while starting to smile. Jake started to worry, thinking that Sharp would think that he is just messing with him and is about to beat the living shit out of him. But before he managed to let out a single sound, Sharp spoke. ‘’The being you were trying to describe is called draenei. They are some kind of alien freaks arriving from other planet to side with Alliance. I have seen only few in my life, I would gladly find out more about them.’’ Sharp said. Just before Jake was about to speak, Sharp continued ‘’Now, regarding riches, perhaps there are really something there that we could have use for, Alliance armor always sells well and if that robe you told me really look that expensive, then perhaps we can get a buck on it as well.’’ Jaked looked at Sharp and calmed down a bit, looks like he wont be a punching bag today. ‘’How far are they?’’ Sharp immediately asked. ‘’About 1 km away sir… it looks like they have made camp and gonna stay there for the rest of the night’’. Jake said. Sharp went back in the room and took some potions with him, then he went back to Jake ‘’Lead the way!’’ he said. ‘’Yes sir!’’ Jake responded and ran back to the Dan. After 5 minutes they reached Dan. Dan looked back on both of them and bowed to Sharp ‘’Sir?’’ he said. ‘’Whatever, report’’ Sharp said and Dan turned back to look at the camp site. Nothing else have changed since the time they set up the camp, Jake probably already told you about the 2 guards and 1 strange being’’ Sharp interjected himself in ‘’draenei’’. ‘’Ok sir, draenei’’ Dan continued. ‘’All I can say is that it seems that draenei are in the tent, while both guards are on shifts.’’ ‘’So, basically we have to deal with 1 aware target at the time’’ Sharp said. ‘’It looks like that’’ Dan commented. Sharp pulled out his dagger and coated it in strange vial, receiving questioning looks from his comrades. ‘’It’s a sedative, when coming in contact with skin, knocks you unconscious’’ Sharp said. With that said, Dan looked to the Sharp and spoke’’there is one more thing, sir’’Sharp looked back at him while holding his dagger ‘’And that would be?’ he asked. ‘’It looks like one of the guards and draenei are females…’’ Dan stammered out. ‘’And your point is?’’ Sharp asked and starting to think that his comrades are becoming soft. ‘’Can.. Can we have the females as our bounty? Dan stammered out. Sharp cracked a laugh ‘’I suppose.. but!’’ Sharp commented. ‘’Leave draenei to me, you can have the guard’’ Sharp noted and somewhat looked more intimidating than usual while saying that. Both guys rapidly nodded their heads, they knew better than to mess with Sharps bounty. After few minutes, they all were ready for the attack. ‘’How long until sunrise?’’ Sharp asked. ‘’About 5 hours sir’’ Jake replied. ‘’Let’s start moving then’’ Sharp commanded. Velena had been reading for 2 hours and finally decided that its time to get some sleep. She put her book nearby fell asleep. Suddenly she was awakened by a scream ‘’We are under attack!’’ it was Rachel, few moments later she heard metal colliding, it was serious. Panic started to overwhelm her but she gathered up her courage and opened up her tent to look what was happening. After all, she was a healer and now was perfect opportunity to help out her allies. She crawled out and saw Rachel and Braun fighting with opponents. She started to use her spells to boost their fighting abilities and it helped, they were starting to get the upperhand, before she heard someone from them shout ‘’Sharp, take out that blue bitch, we can’t go like this any longer’’ she suddenly became paranoid, because it was clear that they weren’t talking to each other, there had to be 3rd attacker. Before she had time to understand what was going on, she heard scream from Rachel at her direction ‘’Velena, behind you!’’ but before she could turn, she felt her world spinning and the next thing she noticed was that she had hit the ground and everything started to become blurry and sound slightly less audible. She must have been hit in the head, was her last thoughts before it went to complete darkness. Velenas head hurt, it felt like a bucket. Slowly she started to regain consciousness, pitch black started to turn into blurry, sound also became more audible. After a while, she felt sore pain in both of her wrists ‘’what…?’’ she barely whispered to herself while trying to move them but realizing that her movement was very limited, she had been chained with her arms above her head, after that kicked in, she immediately tried to move her legs and found them to be in similar situation, she had chains on both of her legs just above the hooves, she could move them around only by few inches. She became more aware of the situation and started to panic, trying to set herself free, by trying to jerk her body and break the chains from her wrists and legs, resulting in loud metallic noises. After 1 minute of her desperate attempts of escape she heard doors open and footsteps coming downstairs, immediately she halted her actions and awaited, fear and panic surged through her, not knowing what to expect. She started to notice dark silhouette that moved closer to her from the darkness, obviously enjoying its time and without a hurry, that just made it even more fearful. Then it fully appeared before her, it was human, very intimidating looking human, he was very muscular and his face told the story for him on its own. She looked at him and started to tremble slightly, even though she was still a good head taller than him, his face looked of something, that wouldn’t have a problem to kill anyone, not even having second thoughts. ‘’Wonderful, I see you are finally awake’’ he said, in surprisingly diplomatic tone. That somewhat calmed Velena, but she was still afraid through her bones and after few moments managed to stammer out ‘’Wh..Why am I here..? I’m part of Alliance we.. we are in the same faction and..’’ then she became somewhat louder remembering ‘’and what happened to my?!’’. ‘’Companions?’’ Sharp finished her sentence for her. She looked at him with an expression that confirmed her question. ‘’Well, unfortunately, male didn’t make it,but female…’’ he paused for a moment before looked Velena in the eyes, with slight smirk ‘’Let’s just say… she is busy right now’’ he finished. Before Velena had time to respond ‘’If I were you, I would worry about my own situation right now’’ he added. ‘’Please..’’ she begged. ‘’Don’t hurt her, she hasn’t done anything wrong’’. ‘’No, of course she hasn’t. Nothing personal, we are just doing our job’’ he replied. ‘’What job? She became more brave and irritated by his comments. ‘’Why am I even here?! We are on the same side!’’ she nearly shouted out with audible panic in her voice. ‘’That’s where you are wrong, my lady’’ he added the 2nd part of sentence with slight smirk on his lips. ‘’By the way, how rude of me’’ he said and lightly made a mocking bow to her saying ‘’My name is Sharp’’. ‘’May I have the honors of hearing yours, my lady?’’ he continued with the same mocking tone. Velena would have been flattered, if it wasn’t said in these kind of circumstances. ‘’Ve..Velena’’ she stammered out. ‘’Pleasure to meet you’’ he responded with the same smirk. Velena just kept looking at him, not knowing what to expect next, then she saw his smirk disappear and the same serious face returned. ‘’Now, regarding your statement about being on the same side...’’ he said while starting to walk slowly back and forth in the small basement where she has been held. Then he stopped and looked in her eyes ‘’I’m not part of Alliance nor Horde, in fact, I’m not part of any group or faction, I’m not serving anyone and no one is boss to me’’ he added before started his walking again. ‘’I’m on my own’’ he concluded while looking at her. ‘’Then what do you want from me...?’’ Velena asked, with slight sadness and fear in her voice. ‘’Now that’s what I want to talk with you about’’ Sharp replied and walked closer to her, now standing only 1 meter away. ‘’You see…’’ he started to speak. ‘’You have quite beautiful dress on you, which definitely cost a lot of gold, which means…’’ he continued. ‘’That you must be of rich family and therefore very useful to us’’. ‘’Wha..what do you mean..?’’ she stammered out, starting to feel more worried and afraid. ‘’Well, since we are not part of any faction or group, but our own, we need to feed ourselves somehow and as you know…’’ he continued. ‘’We don’t get paid salary, therefore our bounty is what we manage to catch.’’ ‘’And with you, we could get some nice amount of gold for you, set you free’’ he finished. Velena looked terrified now, because she know for a fact, that her parents are not rich, they were average in terms of wealth, the robe they gave her as a gift, was probably been planned for a long time and her mom and dad were working hard, to afford it for her as her graduation present. ‘’No.. You’ve misunderstood’ she stammered out. ‘’It was a gift from my parents for finishing school and entering adulthood.. We are not rich..’’ she finished with saddened voice. Sharp looked at her for a moment, and felt anger and disappointment starting to burn in him, so gold was out of the window and they would get nothing from her. ‘’If that’s so’’ he started to speak, now visibly having disappointment in his face, ‘’then where were you going?!’’ he nearly shouted at her. Velena got frightened by his sudden and harsh tone and felt her heart to start beating faster. ‘’I.. I’m.. holy priestess, I was going to Lakeshire in Redridge Mountains to share my.. My experience with other apprentices and teach them’’ she said, while looking on the ground. ‘’So basically, you are a worthless?’’ he spat out. She refused to answer and kept looking on the ground, feeling that it will get worse. Sharp started to march back and forth again, now in more steady pace and looking very concerned about his options. Velena took a quick glance at him, but shortly after returned her gaze to the floor, feeling more nervous with each second. He marched for some time then stopped and looked at her. She noticed that he had stopped and dared to take a glance at him, but immediately averted it and felt cold sweats pouring out. He had very sadistic smile and she knew that it won’t be anything good for her. Slowly he started to approach her ‘’You know… perhaps you can be useful to me.. In a way’’ he added as he closed the distance. Now he was standing very close, like 20 cm away from her. Much closer than it would be deemed appropriate. As he stood there, he fully scanned her body, she did look gorgeous and she was quite big, he noticed that his eyes were on the level of just above her bust. This situation left Velena intimidated and uncomfortable she could no longer look on the ground, because then she would have a straight eye contact with him, instead she turned her head to the side and due to stress, she started to breath heavily. He leaned little bit closer and gently took a strand of her hair in his hand and took a light whiff. Velena tensed, but refused to respond nor look. ‘’Mmm.. You smell nice’’ he said, with a perverted smile on his face. After that, he let go of her hair and with his left hand gently touched her horn. ‘’Interesting…’’ he murmured more to himself than anyone else. Then he gently touched her face and she tensed again, slightly biting her lip in disgust. ‘’So smooth…’’ he whispered. Then he withdraw his hand and stepped back little but, but still being uncomfortably close to her. She felt that he had moved little bit further away and gathered courage to look at him, now she was staring in his eyes, with worried expression that just begged to let her go. While looking in her eyes he said ‘’You know… I’m a simple man’’ as he talked he put his left hand on her robe covered hip and gently massaged it ‘’I have my needs’’ he continued, while sliding his hand lower, reaching her backside and gently squeezing her robe covered butt cheek. Velena made a light gasp and turned her head away again, not being able to look at him anymore. Then he withdraw his hand again and she thought it was over, but immediately heard metallic noise and tensed again. Sharp had pulled out his dagger. Velena closed her eyes tight shut and expected the worst. But nearly jumped when she felt the cold, dull side of the blade against her face cheek. Now she was terrified and started to tremble. He slowly slid his blade down her cheek to her neck. ‘’Please… no…’’ she whispered with her lips trembling, being on the verge of crying. ‘’Shhh….’’ he whispered, while sliding his blade lower and reaching her mooncloth covered bust. She tensed and become nearly petrified, when she felt his blade pierce the fabric between her breasts, not deep enough to reach skin. He made a slow cut downwards, creating a 15 cm long slit. She started to breath more rapidly. Then he removed the dagger and put it behind his belt in trousers. After that he put his both hands fingers in the slit and pried open the fabric. ‘’Ahh!...’’ Velena gasped and got jerked from the motion of his strong hands ripping the fabric open like it was nothing. ‘’Please… don’t…’’ she whimpered barely audible, tears started to drip from her eyes. Sharp couldn’t help but feel extremely aroused by the sight. ‘’I had no clue that your people wear these things.’’ he said in amusement and barely able to contain himself. There she was, chained to the wall, in her white, silken mooncloth robe, with her chest area being ripped open with 2 beautiful light blue breasts being contained in pure white silk bra. He leaned between her breasts and inhaled her scent, after that, he put his lips on the skin and made a slow lick in arc around her left breast. Velena whimpered louder when his tongue licked her. ‘’Mmm… slightly salty’’ he said, while reaching for his dagger again. ‘’Let’s give them fresh air, don’t you think?’’ he said smirking. He took his dagger and cut the bra in the middle, exposing her breasts to the thick basement air. ‘’Ņow that’s what I’m talking about’’ he said while pulling the bra fabric aside from her breasts. Her nipples were proportional to her boobs, not being strange in any way, even though she wasn’t that big for a draenei, Sharp could barely take hold of each breast, but they fit perfectly in his rough hands. She gasped through whimpers as he took hold of her breasts. Sharp wasn’t gentle anymore, he enjoyed kneading her breasts and pulling at them, pinching her nipples with his fingers, resulting Velena to cry out in pain. Then he stopped and removed his hands. ‘’Hmm. Now it’s time to return in childhood’’ he said fulfilled with lust and leaned in to suck on her left nipple. Velena cried out, it was painful, this man was far from gentle and the way he molested her breast, left no place for a pleasure. ‘’Give me that milk mommy’’ he mumbled while sucking and biting her nipple, not hard enough to draw blood or do any permanent damage, but hard enough to give Velena enormous amount of pain. Velena cringed at his perverted comment and could barely stand the pain he was inflicting on her. After 1 minute of pure torture, he extracted his mouth from her breast, just after giving one last, quick lick over her nipple. ‘’Oh well, I suppose your kind works similar to ours, if you are not pregnant or with child already, you don’t produce milk’’ he said while sounding disappointed. Velena was covered in cold sweats, her breathing was rapid and face wet from tears. She still refused to look a this savage, this pathetic excuse of human being. ‘’Hmm, but maybe you can still give me some honey’’ he said and kneeled before her. Suddenly her eyes popped open and she screamed ‘’NO, PLEASE, DON’T!’’ she started to jerk violently in her chains making it harder for him to do anything to her, she was going wild, tears was starting to flow from her eyes again. *whack* she stopped her struggling, hanging limp in the chains that held her wrists. Sharp had gotten up and slapped her hard on her face. Her upper lip was slightly busted open, little amount of dark blue blood had appeared. Then he firmly put his right hand around her neck and looked her in the eyes ‘’Don’t move or I will kill you!’’ his stare was piercing through her soul, her lips started to tremble, giving slight nod with her head, she turned it to side again, not being able to witness this humiliation any longer. Sharp released the grip and kneeled back down. He saw 2 strange hooves sticking out under the hem of the robe. He touched her right hoof with his bare hands, feeling the texture and form of it. It really reminded him of feet that horses and goats have. He slid the dress further up and saw the calve of her leg, it looked very strange, it looked very smooth, like recently shaven female leg, but the form was odd. Draenei definitely had different type of bones there than humans, he thought to himself. After he had finished his scientific examination, he felt his mind getting filled with perverted thoughts again. He leaned in and made a slow, long lick from the bottom of her calve to her knee. Velena tensed as she felt his lips and felt utterly disgusted by this act, she was about to push her leg away, but remembered what would happen then, and just bit on her lip instead to help her withstand this humiliation. After he licked her leg for good 1 minute he stopped and stood up. Taking grip on her jaw and forcibly turning her head to meet his eyes ‘’Listen, if you are going to be a good girl from now, I might not kill you in the end, understand?’’ he asked her while staring in her eyes. Velena was looking at him with teary, red eyes and nodded ‘’yes…’’ she whispered, so silently that Sharp could barely hear it. ‘’Good’’ he said and let go of her, returning to his knees. As he went down, Velena automatically turned to look away again, whimpering and preparing for what is about to come. Sharp put both of his hands on each of her hooves and slowly began to slide up her legs, lifting up her robe in the process. Velena started to have her heart beating faster and feeling herself in cold sweats again. As Sharp had passed her knees, he stopped there and admired the sight, it looked like that above her knees the physique was the same as of any human female and it started to turn him on even more. He couldn’t take it anymore and pushed her robe to her waist level. For a moment he felt like in different dimension, he was mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him, while he heard Velenas whimpers somewhere far away echoing in his head. Beautiful, thick and bulky with muscle, 2 light blue colored legs that were jointed together in her big, childbearing hips and covered by silken, white panties. He looked for a moment and dove in, pressing his face in the panties and deeply inhaling her scent. Velena let out a choking cry and bucked against the wall. Sharp was too busy to notice it, while being intoxicated by her scent. He was one perverted fuck and he couldn’t get enough of it. Her scent was mix of sweat, womanly musk and something else that he couldn’t figure out, but it was driving him crazy. He continued to sniff and rub his face in her panties for good 1 minute, while Velena was crying out in embarrassment and humiliation. After he was done, he stood up and took Velenas head in both hands and mashed his lips with hers. She was shocked by the sudden move and couldn’t do anything, before she even understood what was going on, he withdraw from her mouth, leaving her in shock and observing, how her chest was lifting while breathing hard. Seemingly still turned on and filled with lust he spoke ‘’Velena, I will tell you what now is going to happen’’ he said while staring in her eyes, and she was looking back at him. ‘’I’m going to remove your restraints and you are going to get on all fours over there”, he motioned at the soft cushions that were nearby on the floor. Velena kept looking at him with unreadable expression, right now she was drenched in cold sweat, her hair and robe were messed up, her chest was wide open and her boobs were hanging down a bit, obeying the gravity. Her lip was still looking sore from the slap she had received, but the blood had dried out at least. She was probably at the state of shock, but it wasn’t for certain. ‘’And then, I’m going to fuck you.’’ he continued. ‘’Be a good girl and I will let you go after I’m done with you’’ as he spoke, her expression hasn’t changed a bit, he had no idea what was going on in her head, but he didn’t care about it, right now there was only one thing in his mind - to mount her. ‘’Understand?’’ he asked while looking at her, as he went closer to her ‘’No funny businesses’’ he continued as he was pulling the key from his pocket and leaning over to unlock her arms. ‘’Or it will end badly for you’’ he continued as he undone her arms and she simply laid them down her sides, looking very obedient and defeated. Then he kneeled down to unlock her hooves, one hoof was free, shortly following by the other one. ‘’Ok, so get down th’’ as he was saying that and starting to get up, she hit his head with her knee and with all her mass pushed him against the wall ‘’Fucking bitch!’’ he spat at her. He was big man, but her draenei figure was not something to take lightly, with her strong leg muscles and big frame, towering him over by 50 cm. He was crushed in the opposite wall. She had no idea how she managed to do that, but it was obviously due to adrenaline rush that she had received. Now she saw her chance to escape, she heard how her own hooves were hitting the ground and she ran passed him and towards the stairs that went to the main floor, but as she had passed the human ‘’AAAHHHH!!’’ she screeched in horrible pain. Sharp had managed to grasp her tail while she had ran passed him and started to pull her back towards him with his massive biceps ‘’Oh no, you bitch, we ain’t done yet!’’ he screamed with anger in his voice as he was holding on her tail. As Sharp had her dragged back, she turned and tried to hit him with her right elbow, which barely, but still, he managed to dodge, immediately he retaliated with a punch of his own and hit her right on the right side of her head. Velena went limp and dropped like a sack of potatoes on her left side on the ground, she was out cold. Sharp stood above her, now it was his time to breath heavily. He tried to understand what just happened. And after a while the same anger and lust returned in his eyes. ‘’Alright bitch, you want to play rough?!’’ he shouted at her unconscious form while messing around with his trouser belt. ‘’I don’t mind it!’’ he shouted, as he had managed to remove his belt and pulling off his trousers. ‘’I don’t mind at all’’ he continued, now in more calm voice, as he had removed his trousers completely and stood waist naked above her. ‘’Spread your legs you blue whore’’ he said it out more like a statement than order, as he turned her on her back by pushing with his leg, knowing well enough that she was out cold. Then he kneeled down and took both of her legs in his hands and pulled her closer to him, while spreading them, so he ended up between. He took the hem of her robe and pulled it over her waist. Sharp felt himself nearly boiling with lust, there he was, between her beautiful, long, light blue legs, in those white silk panties. He took hold of back of her knees and pulled them up to her shoulders, then he dove in again her panties, this time licking the fabric and feeling the familiar taste entering his brain. Velenas body was like jelly, she was still out cold, but he didn’t care. After minute of licking and tasting her through the fabric of panties, he leaned in and put his fingers on her neck. He heard pulse. ‘’Good, so you are not dead yet’’ he said and returned his attention to her waist. ‘’Now, let’s see what you are hiding under them’’ he said, with an excited tone in his voice. He pulled out his dagger from the discarded trousers and sliced them open. As her panties fell on the ground, he put the dagger beside him. Again, taking hold of her legs and pushing them to her shoulders. ‘’Now now now…” he said excited, “so carpet does match the grapes?’’ with smirk on his face. She had a decent amount of white, soft hair in V shape on her pelvis area. Under that, he noticed tight slit with dark blue lips, lucky for him, there was no hair there. Must be a draenei thing, he thought. He bent over and sniffed her vagina, the smell drove him crazy, it was the same womanly musk, but more concentrated, also there was that other thing, which he still had no idea what it was or how to describe it, but he was sure that it was something to do that she is draenei. Then he put his tongue on the downside of her slit and very slowly, but firmly made full lick upwards until her clit. Taste was out of this world, literally and figuratively. After that, he carefully slid his index finger into her found out that she was not that tight and worst of all - she was quite dry. But it didn’t surprised him, after all, she was not willing and considering her big size, males of her race probably are walking around with horse sized dicks, which made him insecure for a moment, but then his perverted thoughts returned and he couldn’t wait to try this draenei out. It was very taboo and that turned him on, after all, how many humans can brag that they have fucked a draenei? Probably close to 0. ‘’Alright sweetheart, it seems I need to help you lube up, if you are so reluctant in helping as both” he smiled and dove inside her vagina. He spent good 10 minutes in tasting and licking her vagina, inside out. Basically he was eating her out. After 10 minutes, he pushed two of his fingers inside her, feeling slightly better pressure and it seemed that her natural lubrication had helped him as well. ‘’So, the main event’’ he said and lined his dick with her entrance. It looked very weird at first. By looking on their size differences, it looked like someone with penis way under average, would attempt to have sex with decent sized woman, however, he had size of 15 cm, which was normal size for a human and his girth was good too. As he pushed inside - it felt very comfortable and warm, texture was very similar to human females, but the major difference was obviously the width. She wasn’t nearly as tight as girls he had slept with before, but at the same time, her walls still held him inside her firmly, which let him build up the pressure and therefore gain pleasure. As he pushed in first 10 cm he felt that something didn’t allow him to push further. ‘’But of course!’’ he said in excitement. ‘’Let me take your cherry then!’’ and he started violently thrusting into her, attempting to break her hymen. With each strong thrust she slid away on the ground so he was forced to hold her legs to himself, otherwise she would slide away because of his hammering. ‘’For fucks sake, pop for once!” he gasped, while having all his forehead in sweat and hammering in and out of her. After few more thrusts he felt himself slide deeper in her and their pelvises connected. ‘’Finally…’’ he moaned and took some time to regulate his breathing. After he had managed to calm down from the rapid thrusting he took a look and saw dark blue blood slowly dripping out of her abused vagina. ‘’Ah.. He said’’ while smirking. ‘’Let me congratulate you for entering in adulthood, by human traditions’’ he mocked her. ‘’Now, it’s time to see, how compatible we really are’’ he said and started thrusting harder in her. As her hymen was finally broken, he gained more pleasure of being able to slide in and out fully and now he could really work on getting his orgasm. ‘’You feel so good, I wish I could keep banging you forever.’’ he gasped, while pistoning in and out of her, their ‘’love’’ making had finally become loud enough that he could hear squelching noises of him entering and exiting her. His saliva, her blood and natural lubrication had made it happen. ‘’Oh… oh…’’ he grunted as he was nearing his climax after 15 minutes of hard fucking this pure draenei female. ‘’It’s time to breed your cunt’’ he shouted out and one last time pushed in her as deep as he could, sliding them both forward from the powerful thrust and starting to empty his balls in her drenched and throughout fucked vagina. After 3 times of unloading his cum in her, he collapsed on top of her. He lay on her for good 5 minutes, before he was somewhat rested from their (his) lovemaking. ‘’Woah… you are one good fuck I tell you that’’ he said and slowly pulled himself out of her. As his soft dick left her warm tunnel with an audible *pop*. He sat on his butt and observed his handiwork. She was still out cold (probably lucky for her). Legs spread, her once beautiful mooncloth robe basically in shreds and drenched in sweat, body liquids and mud. Breasts hanging out, while her bra was still on, it did nothing to cover them. His cum slowly oozing out between her slightly enlarged lips. Sharp was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn’t notice the person standing behind him. ‘’Surprise motherfucker!’’ shouted Braun and hit Sharp on the head which he then hit against the wall and Sharp went unconscious. ‘’My good lord…’’ Braun exhaled when saw what was happening in front of him. ‘’My lady…’’ he ran to the Velena and checked her pulse, it was weak, but it was still there. He pulled the robe over her legs, to not leave her exposed and tried his best to cover her breasts. 30 seconds later, Rachel came downstairs, working on getting her armor back on, obviously she had went through the same treatment, but she was soldier - paladin. It was little bit easier to get over with. ‘’Rachel, Velena needs treatment… and I’m afraid more than the usual one’’ he pointed towards her lying on the floor and Rachel immediately understood what he was talking about. Rachel kneeled next to Braun and Velena and started her work. Sharp started to regain his consciousness and notice that he was without his pants naked, and with hands in handcuffs. ‘’What the hell?!’’ he screamed, noticing Rachel kneeling next to, still seemingly unconscious Velena, chanting words and healing her. And seeing Braun in front of him, with angry expression. ‘’And how the fuck?? HOW ARE YOU ALIVE? He shouted at Braun. Braun leaned down to him and said - ‘’Next time, get more educated side kicks with you, or at least someone, who is not complete moron and can actually determine, if someone is dead or not” Standing back up he heard Sharp shout again ‘’What happened to Jake and Dan?’ ‘’dead’’ Braun stated emotionless. ‘’I’m in handcuffs so it means I get to have a trial’’ Sharp stated. Braun looked at him, then at Rachel and lying body of Velena. Rachel had turned glance to them and to Braun with visible pain and humiliation in her eyes that Braun saw and uncomfortably shifted. ‘’Am I right?’’ Sharp kicked Braun out of his thoughts. ‘’No.’’ Braun coldly responded and pulled out his sword, looking at Rachel and saw ‘’Thank you’’ in her eyes. ‘’Report will state, no one surrendered’’ ‘’What?!’’ Sharp shouted out and before he could say anything else - Braun pierced his sword through his heart. ‘’Ah….’’ Sharp moved for few seconds, before laid limp against wall. ‘’We are just humans, sometimes rules has to be broken, for greater good’’ Braun said and cleaned his sword from blood, while looking on limp body of Sharp. Braun looked at Rachel ‘’How is she?’’ ‘’Velena hasn’t received that much of a damage, her head was hit badly though, but I managed to fix that, she has thick skull’’ Rachel replied and Braun warmly smiled. “I don’t want her to remember this nightmare’’ Rachel said silently. ‘’And what about you?’’ Braun asked her while gently placing his hand on her shoulder. ‘’I can live with that’’ she replied. After all, I have to be tough and expect horrible things, we are warriors not snowflakes’’ she responded. ‘’I put her in artificial coma, until we are done with her’’ Rachel said and Braun nodded. ‘’Lets get going then, we need to get to him before any unnecessary suspicion has risen’’ Braun said while picking up Velena in bridal. Velena felt dizzy, she opened her eyes and looked around. She was in soft, warm bed, looked like a farm house. Rachel was sitting on the bed next to her. Without her armor, only in simple linen pants and cotton shirt. ‘’How are you feeling dear?’’ Rachel asked. ‘’Dizzy, but I suppose fine?’’ she asked with slight skepticism in her voice. ‘’How much did you remember?’’ Rachel asked, now slightly worried. ‘’Emm… my head hurts.. I think, we got attacked on camp and I heard you shout something to me and then I... it all went black’’ Velena explained, and Rachel visibly sighed out of satisfaction. ‘’Why?’’ Velena asked Rachel. ‘’It’s nothing… we got indeed attacked by 3 bandits, but one managed to hit you from behind, but we managed to kill them’’ Velena looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. ‘’But we were worried about you, that bandit had hit you pretty hard and I had to spend some time to fix you’’ Rachel continued, then looked at Velena and smiled ‘’But it looks like you are better now’’. ‘’Yeah.. Thank you.. And by the way, where am I?’’ Velena asked slowly observing the room. ‘’Oh…’’ she said. ‘’Sorry for not mentioning it sooner, we are at my friends house, he wasn’t that far away from the camp so we decided that this would be the best place to get you to.’’ Rachel told. Velena was about to speak, but then Rachel interrupted her’’ Don’t worry about anything, take a rest, you are safe here’’ she said and went to the doors. ‘’I will tell Braun about your good condition’’ she smiled left the room. Velena looked at the doors wondering. ‘’It’s probably nothing, I better rest like Rachel insisted’’ and she drifted into sleep. As Rachel left the room, she exhaled and leaned against the wall. Braun was standing there with another human, his name was Malek, he was shadow priest. Braun was the first one to break the silence ‘’How is she?’’ he asked. Rachel looked at Braun and then Malek. ‘’Thanks to you, she doesn’t remember anything of the incident’’. ‘’I’m glad to hear that’’ Malek responded. Rachel then looked at both of them and said ‘’this has to stay between us,’ what you did is not legal and practising shadow magic on our Allies, no matter what the cause is, is strictly prohibited.’’ ‘’Of course’’ Malek responded. Braun nodded his head. ‘’I can tell you, that she went through some very horrible stuff, and it was at times disgusting to fish those memories out of her head, but in the end, I suppose result is only that matters’’ Malek said and started walking away. Rachel sighed and looked at Braun, at least he could see the somewhat happy face of her now. ‘’Where did you met this Malek?’’ Braun asked while they both went outside. ‘’Ah.. It’s a long story for another time’’ Rachel responded, smiling at Braun. ‘’Let’s say, once I helped him and now he owned me a favor, which I just used’’ Rachel said pointing towards the room where Velena was sleeping peacefully. ‘’When you were healing here, back in that basement’’ Braun said, while trying to find the right words. ‘’Did you fix her hymen?’’ Braun finished and looked at Rachel. ‘’Yeah, I managed to do that’’ she responded with relief. ‘’You healers are wonderful beings, not to mention, full of surprises’’ Braun said, now slightly laughing. ‘’I suppose you are right there’’ Rachel agreed and they both walked side by side, chit-chatting and cracking jokes, while waiting on Velena to get better so they can continue their journey.

Chapter 0 - Jainas Sacrifice

It’s been a week since Horde and Alliance had clashed. Lordaeron was not conquered, but both sides had suffered huge losses. Alliance had decided to pull back and return to Stormwind. Boot sounds echoed in the Great castle of Stormwind, as Greymane was marching through the hallway leading to King’s personal chambers. He had mixed feelings about whole situation. From one side he was worried about Anduin’s health, but from the other one, he had questions, questions that left him uneasy. As Greymane approached chambers doors, two Royal Guards noticing him immediately bowed and stepped aside, allowing the general of alliance the entry. His eyes were greeted by a sight of lying man on a very comfy looking bed, surrounded by 2 people who appeared to be among the highest ranked healers in whole Alliance. Noticing Greymane’s arrival, night elf priestess stood up and approached him while draenei paladin, giving him a slight bow, continued her work on the injured king. Elf priestess bowed in the presence of a general, while Greymane just motioned dismissively, showing that it was unnecessary. “My lord?” she asked. “How is his condition?” Greymane returned. Elf priestess turned her head for a moment to observe the king, but shortly returned her sight to general. “He had sustained rib and jaw fractures, also one of his arms had been broken” she explained. Greymane’s face slightly winced. “But how is he now?” night elf priestess shortly responded “Fortunately his inner organs were not harmed, easing the healing process”. Noticing Greymane’s still questioning look she continued. “He is nearly 100% healed my lord”. He was about to point towards the bed, asking why Anduin looked so weak, but priestess managed to catch his train of thoughts and replied. “Sedative... we gave him small sedative, to ease his movements so he doesn’t strain himself too much.” Greymane returned his gaze on the priestess and nodded. “Good job, I will look forward that you two and everyone else who participated in healing our king gets properly rewarded”. Generals statement caused slight blush to appear on the priestess face. “It is not necessary, my lord, we have devoted our lives to Alliance, to our king.” she said. “It is an honor to serve” Greymane smiled hearing her speech. “Very well... but can I speak with him?” Priestess looked back to her partner and received a slight nod in return. “Yes my lord, but be gentle with him, he is still recovering” she said and with a bow left the room, shortly followed by her draenei friend. Greymane waited as the doors behind them closed and walked towards the bed. Anduin was stitched up, but looked pretty healthy so far. He had bandages around his ribs, jaw and right arm. He appeared to be sleeping. “My king... can you hear me?” Greymane asked in a silent tone. Anduin looked to be waking up. “Yeah...” he said while slowly opening his eyes. “How are you feeling?” Anduin noticed his piercing stare and averted his eyes. “Definitely much better than before” Anduin replied. After uncomfortably long pause Greymane spoke “I have some questions for you...” Anduin looked back to Greymane with slight worry. What on Earth would he want to know. “Actually...” Greymane said with a groan, while reaching in his pocket and pulling out black piece of fabric and dropping it on Anduin’s chest. “Care to explain how this happened?” Greymane looked into his eyes now with more serious look. Despite the given sedative, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster, memories of those days’ events rushed into his mind. He started to feel getting red. “I...” he managed to stammer out before Greymane interrupted him. “Care to explain me why the hell you have Sylvana’s underwear?!” Greymane nearly shouted at him, he sounded very frustrated. Anduin just kept looking ahead of himself, visibly starting to sweat and avoiding Greymane’s stare. General had enough and he took Anduin’s head in his massive hands and turned his face to him to look him in the eyes “What the fuck happened in that tent?!” he spoke in harsh tone, nearly butchering each word with anger. Anduin in mix of fear, sedative and his injuries nearly passed out. But being in this horrible situation he managed to stammer out few words. “I... raped her...” Greymane’s eyes went wide and he immediately backed away from Anduin, clutching his own head in hands. “You did what?!” he shouted at Anduin, feeling like his inner worgen will burst out any moment. Anduin then looked towards the stunned general and repeated the words now in more stable manner “I raped her...”. In the next moment Greymane was already next to Anduin and shook him by the shoulders. “Boy, what the fuck were you thinking?!” he screamed while shaking Anduin, resulting him to cry out in pain from his still sore ribs. Just as suddenly he stopped and stepped back few feet. Now visibly gasping. “How the hell are you still alive... after that...” he spat out the last word with disgust. Anduin had lied back on the bed. His own mind was one huge clusterfuck, he didn’t even care anymore. Greymane was walking on circles, trying to wrap his head around what he had just heard. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” he heard Anduin speak, halting his rapid movement. “What matters now is how we deal with the Horde and what allies we can get”. Greymane listened to his words, he managed to calm himself down and tried his best to ‘’get down to business’’, leaving his emotions outside. “What is on your mind then?” Greymane asked, while still visibly trying to supress his emotions. “Jaina Proudmoore” Anduin replied. Greymane smirked at the moment of hearing her name. “Jaina, really then?” Anduin looked at the Greymane not understaning his reaction. “Yes, Jaina.” he repeated himself. “She is a powerful mage that can certainly help Alliance in battle with Horde” Greymane listened to his statement and vibed in disbelieve “Anduin... you do realize, that Jaina won’t want to do anything involving Horde whatsoever, even more what happened at the Legion invasion.” he said, earning questioning look from the young king. Greymane obviously feeling that Anduin needed some extra explaining, continued. “Jaina was completely against decision for Alliance to join forces with the Horde to fight against the Legion threat. And fell into minority of the vote, that was held by Kirin Tor in Dalaran”. Anduin looked shocked about the news, but continued to listen. “She was very upset by the vote result and resigned her membership of the Kirin Tor, leaving the city afterwards”. Anduin couldn’t believe it. He remembered Jaina to be a very helpful and friendly human being, even when he was just a child, he memorized her to be nearby and helping King or Alliance in any way possible. He couldn’t believe it. “But, where is she now? Does anyone know?” Anduin asked in desperate tone. Greymane looked back at the young king and sat on the side of the bed, facing away from him and sighed. “Last report we had mentioned her location to be around Kul Tiras.” Resulting Anduin to lift an eyebrow. “It was part of Alliance back in day and we believe that Jaina’s relatives still live there, which is why she probably decided to go just there...” Greymane said and stood up. Anduin was drowning in thoughts. There has to be a way to get Jaina back and he would have to do anything to make it happen. Greymane noticing Anduin’s hard expression interrupted him. “Are you really planning to get her back?” Anduin looked into his eyes and nodded. “How are you even going to do that? She could be anywhere at this point and even if you find her, there is a high chance that she will refuse” Greymane stated, feeling uneasy about Anduin’s unexplainable confidence. “I will find her” he stated firmly. “And I will bring her back to help us against Horde”. Greymane looked stunned by his posture. “First you need to rest, then we can figure that out..” said Greymane and started to walk out of the chamber. He was worried about Anduin. Finding out what he had done to Sylvanas made him cringe inside and he still questioned how the hell was he still alive after that, but now his mind was uneasy about what plans Anduin might have regarding Jaina. At this point, he was not even sure that he could trust the young king in anything whatsoever. Meanwhile Anduin had lied back on the bed, tapping his fingers and thinking. Not all methods were legal, but some of them could guarantee better success. He sighed and fell asleep.   *two weeks later*   Occasional thud noises were audible, whole room was gently swinging by some unseen force. It went on for about a minute, before a more louder thud against the hull snapped her eyes open. First reaction was to get up, but soon enough finding out that her legs and arms were tied up, made it impossible. “No... NO!” Jaina screamed, while trying to set herself free, pulling on the restraints and bumping around the bed she was tied on. Her legs were tied together, however her hands were tied above her head. After few seconds she stopped struggling, coming to conclusion that she won’t be able to get rid of those ropes by her own strength. She started to sweat, her pristine white hair were all messy and sticky covering her face, bothering her vision. At least she wasn’t naked, she thought. After few moments of regaining her breath, she started to concentrate and used magic to remove these ropes, but to her surprise nothing happened. “What...?” she looked up at her restrained hands and tried again. After few seconds she saw the ropes emmit light blue color and as her concentration ended, they returned to their normal – brown color. “Perfect...” she sighed and let out a cry of frustration. Those were specially enchanted ropes, that absorbed and blocked any magic. There was no way for her to remove them, nor she could cast anyting else. Jaina was breathing heavily. By looking around the wooden cabin and feeling the constant swinging she was positive that it was a ship. Memories were starting to return. She had departed Kul Tiras in the evening. Her journey was aimed at the one of the nearby islands to seek ancient artifacts that could help improve her knowledge with magic. It seemed that at the late night her ship was boarded. Last thing she saw was a green hand and then darkness. She was abducted. Jaina’s heart started to race again. She was tied on a bed, powerless, with absolutely no clue where she was being transported and who even her captors were. The humid and stifling cabin’s air wasn’t helping her condition either. Stress and constant attempts to get rid of the ropes binding her wrists and legs made her wet with sweat that was now drenching her white and blue mage robes. Jaina continued to groan and moan while attempting to free herself. Bed under her weight kept creaking as she bumped on it. It went on for a minute, before exhaustion took her and she went limp. Her robes were soaked and clinged to her warm flesh. Slow, but heavy breathing echoed in the cabin. She was about to pass out, but suddenly she heard someone opening doors. Adrenaline instantly returned in her veins and she shot her stare at the doorway. Small green humanoid appeared in front of her, at this angle she could only see his head, but her insides already clenched in anger. Goblins. He had a smug grin on his face as he started to approach her. His movement was carefully tracked by her eyes and she felt herself becoming more afraid each second. Jaina was completely powerless and she refused to even think about what this green piece of hellspawn might even be up to. He reached her side next to bed and gently slid his green hand across her wet cheek, brushing off some of her white hair that had stuck on her face. In the moment she felt his touch, her insides turned inside out in disgust and she violently jerked her head away from him. “Don’t touch me you vile creature!” she shouted. Goblin was startled by her sudden action, but few seconds later grabbed her head in both hands and forced her to look him in the eyes. “I will touch you whenever I want...” he said in firm voice and surprisingly in her own language, then his eyes wandered down her body and his grin returned “And wherever I want”. Immediately goblin retracted his hands and rubbed his eye. Jaina had spat on him. As goblin cleaned her saliva from his face he smiled and slapped her across the face. Jaina groaned in pain and let out a whimper. She knew very well where this was going. While her face was turned away from him she tried her best to compose herself. She had to remain strong, she had fought in many battles, she won’t be broken so easily. “What do you want..?” she asked, while still facing away from him and trying her best not to sound terrified. Her breathing was still rapid and well audible in the stifling wooden cabin. Her question made goblin chuckle and he made one step away from her. “Do you really want to know?” he smirked while crossing his hands on chest. “You may not like the answer”. Jaina finally turned her head back to face the ugly creature. “I don’t care, spill the beans you green fuck!” she spat out. Jaina’s temper cracked him up and he let out a loud laugh. “I don’t know whether you are stupid or brave, can’t be both” he said, while cleaning tears from his eyes. Jaina kept looking at him and felt herself becoming more disgusted by his presence, she no longer felt fear, but anger. “You should watch your mouth girly...” he started to grin. “You are not really in any position to threaten me or to play hero.” he said. Just before Jaina was about to respond. “And yes... I know exactly who you are, so don’t worry, I won’t be underestimating you” he said, while starting to walk around the cabin. “You won’t be the first mage I abduct...” he turned to her again “And I know very well how to restrain you... Jaina” he smiled and her eyes gone wide. “How do you know me?! And what do you want from me, you green shit!” she shouted at the small goblin, completely forgetting her situation and consequences that might happen. Goblins smile immediately disappeared and in the next moment he was already next to her and choking her. “You bitch!” he grunted, while applying pressure to her neck. Jaina was struggling, attempting to inhale, tears had started to appear in her eyes. Just as fast as it had begun, he released her neck. Jaina inhaled deeply and started to cough and choke. “You should consider yourself lucky. I’m paid to deliver you alive.” he said while trying to calm himself down. After few more coughs and red teary eyes she looked at him. “Don’t test my temper woman. I cannot kill you...” he said, but slowly his face turned back into a grin “But nothing was said about not getting a little taste.” Her eyes went wide. “Don’t you dare to touch me! I will burn you alive!” she shouted. Only making goblin to smirk. Immediately he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them through the robe. Jaina gasped at the sudden pain. “Mmm... I like your titties girl, definitely upper tier quality there” he said in husky tone, while molesting her breasts. “Get off me you sick fuck!” she screamed and spat in his face again. Goblin retaliated by taking hold of her hair in his right hand and pulled her head backwards. Jaina cried out in pain as her hair were pulled. As her head was held backwards, goblins left hand immediately went to her crotch area and he started to rub her mound through the robes. Jaina cried out in pain and humiliation, tears started to escape her eyes. “So nice and soft, I bet you are wet down there you slut!” goblin laughed while rubbing and groping between her legs. Jaina through all the pain held her thighs together, attempting to restrict the access, but goblin had nothing of that. “Playing innocent now?” he smirked, feeling her thighs being strongly pressed together. “I don’t think so” and with violent push his left hand sank between her legs and violently grabbed her mound with his palm. Jaina cried out and choked. Being satisfied with his success, he let go of her hair and started to fondle her breast, while his left hand had palmed her crotch. “What is it now?” he smirked, while rubbing her mound and playing with her breasts. “Afraid to get turned on by some freak like me?” he huskily said, while giving a tougher squeeze to her breast and stronger grip on her mound. Jaina was sobbing.  Her face was already wet from all the sweat, but now her eyes were all watery due to tears. Her body didn’t even respond to his violent groping. “Not even a peep?” he asked becoming annoyed. “I’m not good enough for you, you human slut?!” he shouted at her and slapped her face again, meanwhile pushing his fingers in her crotch as hard as he could, only her robe and underwear restricting the entry. Jaina groaned in pain and started to cry again. Getting annoyed by her lack of response he removed both hands from her. Trying to find out what the goblin was up to now, she slowly turned her head to look at him. Sight made her cringe. Goblin was sniffing his left hands fingers. Noticing her stare he smirked. “I can smell your cunt” he said while being busy smelling his fingers. “Go to hell... you failed abortion...” Jaina weakly said, with sorrow and pain in her voice. She was waiting for another round of choking to occur, but instead he replied. “Nah... I don’t think so. I’m kinda more interested about this” he showed her his left hand again and approached her legs. “No...!” she shouted out as she felt his hands on her feet.  Goblin didn’t want to hesitate anymore and took hold her hem of the robe and pulled it up to her waist. Jaina was attempting to struggle again, but her body was so tired already, that only few jerks were produced, before she went limp again. Goblins smile widened “Hmm... looks delicious” he said while observing the sight. Jaina had thick, creamy legs and wide motherly hips, which made sense, since she was 38 years old. Her body had plenty of time to develop itself. Goblins eyes however stopped between her legs. Between her thick thighs was her mound, that was covered in sheer white panties. They were practically see-through and he could even see her tight slit, that was firmly held closed by her thighs. “Well, well, well...” goblin murmured mesmerized by the sight and climbed in the bed with her. Feeling his weight on the bed she started to struggle again, but he didn’t care as he slowly approached her waist and sat down on her knees, restricting her movement even more. “Now this is what I call a treasure” he lustily said and put his hands on her meaty thighs. “I swear... to anything I have..” she weakly said with cracked voice. “If you touch... me there..” she said while holding back a whimper. “I will burn you and your family and every single goblin I find in my way...” she shouted out last parts with anger, having some tears running down her cheeks. Meanwhile goblin just smirked at her comments and grasped her beefy thighs with his hands, enjoying the wet flesh. Jaina groaned at his touch, but couldn’t say anything. Then goblin leaned down to her panty covered mound and inhaled her scent. He mostly smelled her sweat, but there was a nice mix of womanly musk in it as well, which intoxicated him. “Mmm.... this is better than weed..” he said and leaned in for another whiff. Jaina meanwhile cringed at his comment, knowing well enough what he was doing. “You have a good taste in underwears, I will tell you that” he smirked and before Jaina could say anything she felt him tug her panties aside, exposing her sweaty vagina to the cabin air. “I will kill you!” she shouted at him, while he was still busy looking at her privates. With her panties aside and her pussy fully exposed, he noticed that she also had a small landing strip of white hair above her tight slit. Everything else seemed to be shaven clean. So she takes care of herself he smirked. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned in to her mound and licked her slit. Jaina bumped on the bed in the moment of feeling his tongue touching her most sacred place. She tasted salty, but he was so turned on that he didn’t care. Then he continued to lick her vagina, sliding his tongue all over her closed slit, occasionally reaching her clit. Jaina was groaning in discomfort. His actions were no longer painful, but the fact that it was some filthy goblin doing so, along with the humiliation factor, she wasn’t enjoying it and prayed for it sooner to end. After 1 minute of licking her mound, he pushed his index finger inside her vagina, making Jaina gasp. His finger were not any bigger than humans, but nonethless she felt tight, hot and slick. “Look what gentleman I am” he said, while in slow pace sliding his index finger in and out of her, feeling her hot and slick flesh wrapping around his finger on each penetration. “By the end you will be moaning my name” he smirked and began to increase the pace “It’s Greg by the way”. Jaina felt her body starting to react to his actions, her natural lubrication had started its job and she felt herself becoming more wet on each penetration. “You will rot in hell!” she screamed at him, feeling her face starting to blush. “Whatever...” he replied and suddenly pushed in his middle finger alongside his index one, feeling more pressure from her slick walls instantly. Jaina gasped at the sudden intrusion and held back a cry. After few penetrations his middle finger was well coated in her fluids, he started to finger bang her faster. Jaina cried out and attempted to jerk her body around, while his two fingers were rapidly penetrating her slick tunnel. “Oh no you wont!” he shouted and held himself stronger against her legs, preventing her from moving around. Then he held his left hand against her pubic bone and pressed her down on the bed, while increasing the speed of finger fucking her. Involuntary Jaina started to moan. Squishy noises filled the cabin, as his fingers penetrated her over and over again. “Cum for me you human slut!” he shouted at her and with more force pushed inside her. The fact that her thighs were pressed together only made the feel of penetration more powerful. In this position her vagina passage was very narrow and each time his fingers brushed against her vaginal lips gave her unwanted pleasure. His fingers kept pistoning in her, some of her juices was starting to drip alongside his fingers and on her robes under her thighs. Jaina was moaning louder now. Still with tears in her eyes, not wanting to cum for the pleasure of this vile creature, but she couldn’t control her body, the end was coming. After 30 seconds she let out a high pitched sqeak and her body convulsed. Feeling her vagina clench around his fingers he smiled trumphantly and stopped his movement for a second. But as she started to cum and periodically clenching her vaginal passage around his fingers, he decided to make it even worse for her and instead started to finger fuck her again as violently as he could. Jaina didn’t even have time to finish cumming, that he was starting to fingerfuck her again. “Aaaaahhhhh!” she screamed and nearly passed out. Not wanting to actually harm her body, he suddenly pulled out of her pussy and admired the sight. Jaina was gasping and convulsing on the bed, as the last waves of orgasm came through her. She was drenched all through. Sweat was dripping down her thighs and face, while her juice was leaking out of her swollen labia. He looked at her spasming body and smirked “Pathetic...how does it feel that freak like me can make you cum like that.. huh?” he grinned and licked his two fingers. “Mmm.... you taste good” he said, while observing the lewd sight in front of him. Meanwhile Jaina was slowly regaining her breath. Her vision cleared and her eyes were greeted by the grinning face of the goblin. “Go... to hell... you perverted fuck...” she managed to stammer out. Her sentence made him crack up again. “I think I already told you, that I won’t” he smirked and jumped out of the bed just to go to her head. “I think it would be only fair that you return the favor.” he smirked and looked at her face. Jaina’s stare went down and she saw him standing next to her with his dick in his hand. It was probably not more than 4 inches (10cm). She looked at his dick and then slowly went to his eyes. “Put that... ugly thing anywhere... near my face... and I will bite it off...” she said to him in tired voice. Goblin only laughed at her response. “Yeah, I guess that would make sense, oh well... at least I know one mouth that won’t bite it though” he smirked and went back to her legs. Immediately Jaina’s last defense awakened and she screamed “No! Don’t!” Meanwhile goblin got back on the bed and sat on her thighs. Jaina attempted to do her best to throw him off of her, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead he slapped her hard against the face, busting open her lip, she went limp for a moment. “That’s more like it” he smirked and lined his hard 4 inch pecker against her wet slit, gently touching it. Just as he was about to penetrate her, doors popped open and another goblin rushed into the cabin. “Captain! We have arrived at the destination.” He said while gasping for air, clearly being in a hurry. In the moment he saw the scene in front of him, he tried to avert his eyes from them.  Meanwhile, Greg groaned in annoyance and was forced to put his penis back into his pants. To be fair, he was told not to abuse the ‘’shipment’’ in any way and especially sexually. Not to make matters even worse than they already were, he slid her drenched panties back on her mound and pulled back down her robes to conseal her body. “Alright, we move then.” Greg said and followed the crew member back on the deck. Giving a final glance to the seemingly unconsciouss woman in the bed before exiting the cabin.   *Few hours later*   Jaina slowly opened her eyes. At first there saw only darkness, but within a few seconds more area of the room became revealed to her sight. She was no longer on the ship that was for certain. It looked like a basement, but walls reminded her of a cave. “Not again...” she sighed and immediately tried to get up, only finding out that her arms were bound just as before, with magic resistant rope. To her surprise though, her legs were no longer bound together and she could sway them around. Next thing that came to her attention was the sudden sore feeling on her lip, that bastard goblin had tore it open she thought. Thankfully for her, it wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the unpleasant pain still remained. “Fuck!” she shouted in desperation while trying to get rid of the ropes binding her arms. Jaina kicked her legs around while struggling with the anti-magic equipment.  After a moment she calmed down and started to breath deeply. Jaina was tired of all this situation and wanted to find out who did this to her and get her revenge. As she was lying on her back, she felt that it wasn’t even close as comfortable as the bed on the ship. After giving few experimental kicks with her foot, she came to conclusion that it was something solid and cold. First thing that came to her mind was stone sacrificial table. Air in the mysterious cave / basement place was quite cold and she felt herself shiver. Her robes were slightly wet from the previous ordeals and now with the mix of cold air, didn’t make the situation any better. Understanding that she cannot continue like this, she inhaled deeply and shouted “Who are you?! Let me go you bastards!”. After 1 minute of no response, just hearing her own echo in the room, she broke apart and started sobbing again. She was cold, afraid and had no idea who had kidnapped her or what intentions they have. As her sobbs started to cool down, heavy steps could be heard coming her way. Immediately she tensed up and awaited what will happen. In front of her feet, stone doors got pushed open that she didn’t even notice before. Her table appeared to be in the center of the room, while doors were about few meters away. Jaina lifted her head to look at the doorway. Hooded person with dark cloak entered the room and Jaina immediately pulled her legs together and leaned sideways. “Don’t come any closer to me!” she screamed at the cloaked person, tears starting to appear in her eyes remembering what happened on the ship. In the moment of hearing Jaina’s scream, the mysterious person immediately halted his movement and just looked at her. “I won’t do any harm to you.” male voice replied in slight distortion. Due to a fact, that he was wearing a mask, that consealed his privacy even more. Then he slowly started to approach her side on the table. “Don’t...” Jaina almost whimpered seeing the horrible and scary looking person come closer. He stopped next to her side and Jaina could hear him exhale deeply. “I had no other choice... I had to find you soon.” he said, producing a questioning look from Jaina. “Then what do you want from me?!” she asked with sadness in her voice. “Please... let me go” she said silently.  His body language looked very strange to her, even though his face was hidden behind the mask and he wore a dark cloak, she sensed hesitation and uncertainty in him. “I will... I just need these restrains to make sure you won’t run away from me...” he said in a sad voice. “What are you talking about?” she asked, now feeling slightly annoyed by the unknown that was going around here. “Who are you?! Reveal yourself!” she shouted out. It looked like her shouting scared him a little bit. “Very well...” he said and removed the hood and pulled off his mask. Jaina’s eyes went wide with shock. “How...? Why..?” she barely stammered out. In front of her stood no one else, but the young king of Stormwind himself – Anduin. Immediately he threw his mask away and got on his knees next to her an leaned his head down as if asking for forgivness. “Please....” he said, sounding very rushed and worried. “Please let me explain this.. all of this” he said and lifted his head back up to meet her watery and filled with fear eyes. “How could you do this to me...” she sobbed. Before she could understand what was happening, Anduin was already on her, pressing his head in her chest and hugging her tightly, while starting to sob himself. Jaina was about to scream, feeling him advance on her, but noticing that he himself was starting to cry in her chest, instead she was stuck in the middle of a shock. “I’m sorry... so sorry!” he sobbed in her chest, giving her uncomfortable pain as his head was pressing on her boobs, obviously it wasn’t intentional she thought. At some point her motherly feelings started to kick in and she felt herself grow little softer on him. “Anduin.... stop.” She managed to stammer out. Aparently he was so drown in his sorrows, that he didn’t hear her, but clinged on her even harder. Jaina groaned in pain. “You are hurting me! Get off me!” she managed to shout out and jerked her body against him. Anduin fell back in shock understanding his mistake and clutched his head. “What have I done?!” he screamed and started to sob, while sitting on the cold floor. Jaina looked at the young king, looking miserable on the floor, sobbing. She felt sorry for him. Then again, she had many questions and how he was involved in all of this. Her pity for him mixed with the anger and humiliation that had happened to her. She was torn inside.   *Meanwhile hundreds of miles away*   She was sitting on a red silk carped, legs crossed. Few gothic styled candles enlightened her personal chambers. There she was – Sylvanas, The Banshee Queen herself. The Warchief of The Horde. Complete silence was around her, as she was meditating in the dark basement of Undercity. “What?!” suddenly her eyes popped open. Sylvanas tried to understand what was going on. She felt new energy, something else was in her mind. In a moment she regulated her breathing to dive in her meditation again to seek and find out about the strange anomaly. As she was sinking deeper in the spiritual plane, voices started to appear. Each second they became more clean until she could understand each word as if the person was standing nearby. Sylvanas couldn’t believe it. She was inside Anduin’s head. She saw what Anduin saw and it was a restrained Jaina Proudmoore in front of him. She was shouting at him about not coming any closer and Sylvanas imediately felt his pain of guilt stab him in the heart. Sylvanas pulled out of his mind and fell on her back on the silken carped. She was starting to sweat and breathed heavily. After a moment her breathing regulated and she started to laugh in her banshee voice. Sylvanas couldn’t believe her luck. It seems that through their intercourse, her mind got someway attached to his in the spiritual plane, and the strong emotional experience had enabled it. Since Sylvanas had already practiced mind control, this will be a nice experiment for her to do. Soon enough she pulled herself from the floor and sat back up in meditation position. “I will have so much fun with this...” she smirked and closed her eyes.   *Back at the unknown location*   After a moment she said “Anduin... it’s alright.” Anduin calmed himself down and looked back into her eyes. He still saw pain and hurt in them, but also she no longer sounded terrified or angry, so he nodded slowly and stood up. “I’m not angry at you... just please explain me what is going on..” Jaina calmly said to him. Anduin nodded and leaned against the wall, to hold his still weakened and miserable posture. “I need you... that is.. we - Alliance need you in battle against the Horde...” Anduin slowly said, while still trying to hold himself not to break down again. Hearing his words, Jaina turned her head facing the ceiling and exhaled. After a moment of unbearable silence she spoke “Why should I return...? I already told you all, that you cannot trust Horde” she spoke with a hint of anger appearing in her voice “I was against Alliance and Horde to combine forces to fight the Legion. I warned you that in the first opportunity they have, they will betray us” she swallowed some of the saliva that had gathered in her throat and looked back at the Anduin. “My own people didn’t trust me then, Kirin Tor didn’t trust me” she said with anger “Khadgar didn’t trust me and most importantly – Alliance didn’t trust me!” she spat out the last sentence. Anduin was about to speak, but she interrupted him “I don’t care what your terms are, I don’t want to do anything relating Horde or Alliance anymore” she finished and the same uncomfortable silence filled the room. “And why did you kidnap me?” she stared back at him with fury in her eyes. “I.. I needed to find you sooner, that’s why I used alternative service that was proven to do its job well...” as she heard his explanation, she erupted. “You know what happened to me on that ship?!” she shouted back at him, shocking Anduin with her voice. “That goblin... he molested me!” she screamed at him with fresh tears in her eyes. Anduin’s eyes went wide and he put his hands in front of his face to mask the embarassment and guilt that he was feeling. Anduin groaned painfully in his hands. “It wasn’t planned. He shouldn’t have laid a hand on you, that was an order.” Jaina wasn’t satisfied with his answer and spat back “Well, he did! You get me kidnapped, molested, my entire ships crew were killed or maybe even sold into slavery and you expect me to return to Alliance?!” she shouted back at him, tears running down her cheeks. “It wasn’t Alliance’s decision!” he screamed back at her. “If anything, blame me...” he said and dropped back down on his knees. His answer took Jaina by surprise and although still crying she looked at the young king. “No one knows... not even our general Greymane... it was my personal call. He probably doesn’t even know that I’m gone” Anduin said and crouched in the pain as the huge amount of guilt was stabbing his insides. Jaina just kept looking at him in disbelieve and let out a cry of anger and pain, before turning her head away from him. Even though feeling this horrible pain, he had to ask this thing. “Did he... did he rape you?” he barely managed to word out the sentence, choking on the word ‘’rape’’. In return he heard Jaina inhale suddenly and let out a small whimper. “I don’t know...” she said, while barely containing herself. “I DONT KNOW” she screamed the 2nd time. Making Anduin relieved and sad at the same time. For a moment the otherwise silent room was filled with occasional sniff from Jaina and defeated Anduin, who was still sitting on the floor and feeling just miserable. “Remove my restraints, I won’t go anywhere...” Jaina said, still trying to compose herself. Anduin sniffed himself and stood up “Of course, I’m sorry...” as he started to approach her “Aaaahhhhhh!!” he shouted out and dropped back on his knees, clutching his head. Jaina got startled by his sudden scream and quickly turned her head towards him. “Anduin, what happened?!” she quickly asked him with fear in her voice. For a moment Anduin was silent, he just sat there with his head in hands. “Anduin, speak to me!” Jaina screamed hysterically. “My head... it hurts badly” he managed to stammer out, but suddenly pain disappeared as if nothing had happened. Anduin had no idea what was happening to him, but he started to feel warm inside. He started to panic and jumped up, leaning against the wall for balance. “What is happening?!” he could hear Jaina’s scream somewhere in distance. His heart was racing and he started to feel the familiar warmth in his loins. “Jaina... I don’t know what is happening to me, but you need to get away from me, and fast!” he managed to stammer out and Jaina’s eyes went wide. “cut my ropes then!” she shouted out in fear. Jaina had no idea what was going on, but she was certain that she had to get away. Anduin pulled out his dagger and started to approach her. He was moving like being drunk. Jaina felt terrified, seeing him approach her like that. He was staggering and the dagger in his hand was shaking. As he finally reached her and put the dagger against the anti-magic ropes, just before he could cut them, his dagger wielding hand immediately shot up and pressed the blade against his own neck. Jaina let out a screech, while Anduin was in shock and with wide open eyes observed his own hand in peripheral vision. Feeling the cold blade against his skin. He was shaking. Meanwhile Jaina was stunned. “Anduin... what are you doing?” she stammered out, barely being able to speak. “I don’t know...” he started to sob and tears were starting to run down his eyes. “I can’t control it...”. Anduin’s vision was clearing, but he felt that he had lost any power to control his body. He could still feel everything, but his muscles wouldn’t budge at all. Jaina was looking at him terrified. Her breathing have gone rapid, but as she looked into his eyes, she gasped in shock. His natural blue eyes was now turned into ruby red. “No...” Jaina said. “Well, well, well...” Anduin suddenly heard voice in his head. “I know you want this, Anduin...” he remembered that tone and voice. It was Sylvanas! “I know you are into such things aren’t you? My naughty boy..?” Anduin shivered hearing her voice in his head, somehow she was controlling his body and he was beyond terrified. “Let’s play with her together, it would be only fair if you let me join you, after what you did to me, don’t you think?” the sultry voice in his head stopped for a moment. “It’s Sylvanas!’ Anduin managed to stammer out. “She is controlling my body!” Hearing Anduin’s voice Jaina thought that she will die. “No... fight it Anduin! Don’t let her use you!” Jaina screamed with tears in her eyes. She could very well order him to kill her or worse... And she couldn’t do anything, she was powerless, having these restrains on her wrists. “I’m so sorry!” Anduin shouted. “I can’t!”. Before both of them could react, Anduin’s left hand shot at her head and pulled against her hair. Jaina screamed in pain, as Anduin was holding her hair in a grib and pushed her head closer to him. “Now, now... be a good girl and do what I say or” Anduin then put the dagger back against his neck and lightly tapped it. “I will cut his throat wide open and you can see him bleed in front of your eyes”. Streams of tears was escaping her eyes. “Please.. no...” she weakly said. “Please, yes!” he happily cheered and released her hair to pull down his pants, while the dagger in his right hand was still held firmly against his own throat. Jaina’s stare went down as she saw him slide down his pants and reveal his manhood. She immediately averted her stare and choked. But shortly after that she felt the familiar tug on her hair and in the next moment her face was few inches away from his fully erect penis. Jaina closed her eyes and started to shake her head in denial. “If you don’t suck him, I will slit his throat!” Anduin screamed at her. “If you bite...” he said in funny tone. “I won’t care” and he started to laugh. Jaina opened her watery eyes and just stared at his dick. It was about 6 inches (15cm) long. Nothing big, but nothing small either. His girth was proportional. Then she looked up on Anduin and saw scared boy somewhere behind those red eyes. Jaina choked back a cry, but closed her eyes and leaned in to take his dick in her mouth. As she had enfolded its head in her mouth. “Now this is what I’m talking about” screamed Anduin and quickly took hold of her head and roughly shoved his entire length in her throat. Jaina nearly passed out. Sudden intrusion caught here unprepared, forcing her gag reflex and closing her airways for a moment. Anduin started pistoning in her throat. Jaina was barely consciouss, tears were blinding her vision, while the smell and act itself nearly made her vomit. “What a good slut you are, I bet Varian had a good use of you in the chambers, while no one was around” said Anduin and kept thrusting in her mouth. It was obviously a lie. Jaina had good relationship with Varian, but they had never made love. He was already married afterall. They were close friends, but not lovers. Jaina groaned in pain, as his erect penis kept abusing her mouth. It was a miracle that she could still manage to inhale enough air not to lose consciousness, but it was definitely on the line. “Fuck! I guess I’m ready for round 1!” Anduin screamed before last time shoved himself as deep in her throat as he could and emptied his balls. Jaina really thought that she will pass out at that moment. His cock stretching her throat was now releasing its sperm. She started choking around his cock, as waves of sperm went into her stomach. Thankfully for her it ended and he pulled out. Jaina went limp on the stone bed and started to cough. Tears never stopped running down her face as she was sobbing and coughing on the cold and hard table. “You took it as professional” Anduin smirked, while patting her shoulder. “I see you are experienced in this field” he said and started to slide the dagger alongside her body. “In that case I suppose I don’t have to go easy on you” he said and suddenly cut open her chest area. Jaina just kept crying and turned her head away from him, there was nothing she could do anyway. Anduin then pried open the cut fabric and enjoyed the sight. Her chest was lifting rapidly. She had a nice white bra on. “Hmm...” Anduin smiled and gently touched her bra covered breasts, giving them a light squeeze. “I prefer black color, but I have to admit, that white looks very good on your body, you look so innocent” said Anduin and licked his lips. Then he put the dagger between her breasts and cut open the bra, cutting each of the straps as well. Jaina slightly bumbed, as he exposed her breasts to the cold and humid air. “Let me take a closer look” he smiled and leaned in, inhaling her wet flesh between her breasts. Jaina barely reacted at all. She was attempting to distance her mind from this room as far as possible. But shivered, as she felt him start licking her breasts. Then she let out a small groan, as Anduin started sucking on her tit. This was so wrong she thought. She was 20 years older than him, she could easily be his mother! And now he was doing this to her. Jaina knew that it wasn’t voluntary, but it was still his body that abused her. Thinking about this in more detail made her stomach turn again so she just kept her head turned away and eyes closed while mind controlled Anduin was abusing her body. *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* echoed in the room, his mouth had fully wrapped around her left nipple, while his left hand kneaded her other breast. After 1 minute of humiliation and nursing he finally removed his mouth. “I really like you Jaina, not only you taste great, but I will enjoy breaking you.” Anduin said and licked his lips in satisfaction. “You know... Anduin was kinda naughty boy few weeks ago.” Anduin said while gently massaging her exposed and wet breasts. Jaina tensed at his last sentence, not understanding what he was talking about. “You see... he probably didn’t tell you, but he couldn’t contain himself to get into my panties...” Jainas eyes went wide and she turned her head to look in the Anduin’s eyes. She was greeted by sadistic smile and piercing, blood filled eyes. She could even see Sylvanas in them. “Yes... that’s right, my sweet Jaina.” Anduin replied and gently touched her cheek. Jaina didn’t even flinch, instead she was captivated by his red eyes and the new information that was coming out. Anduin then slid his hand behind her head and gently pulled her to him while leaning forward himself. Now there was only few inches between them, Jaina could feel his breath on her face. “Naughty boy Anduin advanced on me from behind, while we were negotiating for peace.” Anduin looked into her eyes with the same sadistic smile on his face. “And he took me right there on the table.” Jaina’s head started to shake in disbelief “No... no.. he wouldn’t do that...” Jaina was shocked. There was no way he could have done such a deed. “I don’t believe you!” she shouted in Anduin’s closeup face. Anduin’s face turned into annoyed look “Yes, he did. He raped me and now, I will do the same thing to you” Anduin smirked and licked his lips. “Only this time, we will do it with you, in a tag team” Immediately Anduin pressed his mouth against her lips. Jaina was taken back by the sudden action, still restricting entry to her mouth. But then Anduin pulled back her hair again and in the moment of pain her mouth opened to scream, but Anduin instantly pushed his tongue inside. As she felt the ‘french’ kiss from him, instincts kicked in and she bit hard on his tongue, resulting Anduin to pull back and cry out in pain. After a moment she noticed that his body was shaking – he was laughing. “Keep doing that girl, you are only making this more fun for me!” Anduin laughed, while having some blood dripping down his mouth. “It’s not me you are hurting, but Anduin!” Anduin laughed. Realization instantly hit Jaina. It was his body after all, by doing pain to him, Sylvanas wouldn’t be harmed in any way. “Let him go!” Jaina screamed. “Don’t be a coward! Don’t use his body as your weapon, I thought you had dignity left in you!” Jaina shouted, hoping to persuade Sylvanas.  Immediately Anduin’s smile faded. “Only thing left in me was his pathetic seed!” he screamed and slapped Jaina across the face. She was seeing stars. “Now, you will feel what he made me feel!” Anduin shouted and climbed up on the stone table. Jaina’s face hurt, but she was consciouss enough to feel him spreading her legs. “No!” she screamed and pulled legs to her chest. “Stop fighting you wench!” Anduin screamed back, trying to put his hands between her knees. As she was struggling, her robes went up to her waist, exposing her soiled white sheer panties. Jaina fought back as hard as she could, tears escaping her eyes while her legs kept kicking at the hands of rapist. Seeing that he is not making any progress he changed tactic and instead grabbed her ankles. “Stop struggling, you bitch!” Anduin screamed and with all his strength pried open her legs. Jaina kept trying to free her ankles by constantly kicking and shifting them around, but Anduin’s firm grip on them barely, but remained.  Then for a split second he saw an opportunity and quickly pushed himself forward. “No! Get off me!!” Jaina screamed, feeling his body pressing against her waist, while his hard erection rubbed against her panties. “Now this is what I’m talking about!’ Anduin smiled and started to grind against her with all his weight, imitating fucking. Jaina was crying loudly now, her heels constantly hit him on the back, but the angle didn’t allow to do any actual damage. Then Anduin leaned forward and forcefully grinded himself against her mound, starting to lick her neck. He was like animal. Jaina kept struggling, trying to shake her body as much as she could, attempting to make it as hard as possible for him. Shortly Anduin got pissed off about her resistance and he bit on her neck, drawing some blood. Jaina screeched in pain, feeling his teeth piercing her flesh. Anduin continued by licking off the blood that was slowly dripping down her neck, while occasionally groping her breasts. After a minute he took hold of her head and forced her to look at him in the eyes. “Time for a main dish” he smiled sadisticly and started to go lower. Jaina tried to close her legs, but since he was already between them, she couldn’t. As Anduin descended to her waist, he strongly pushed down her beefy thighs and leaned his face against her soiled panties. “Mmm...” he said, while sniffing and rubbing his nose in the fabric. Anduin was getting drunk by her smell. Her panties emitted strong womanly musk and a decent amount of sweat. She had cum on them, while she was on the ship and her juices had dried out, but the smell remained. Then Anduin pushed the fabric aside and started licking her mound. Jaina convulsed, feeling his tongue against her privates and started to sob. “Mmm... I will eat you alive..” Anduin mumbled, while starting to penetrate her narrow vaginal passage with his tongue. Her scent was overwhelming to him. Jaina could only choke on her tears and sob as the young king ate her out. She was nearly completely disconnected as he feasted. It went on for about 10 minutes, but for her it felt like eternity. Giving one last slurp and lick, he extracted his mouth from her womanhood licking his lips in satisfaction. “Now... it’s time for the grand finale” Anduin smirked and roughly tore her soiled panties away. They kept clinging on her left thigh. Her drenched pussy (with his saliva) was completely exposed. Jaina just laid there. Her robes pushed up to her waist, breasts exposed and wet with her sweat. Head turned to the side with eyes closed, while her legs were wide open, showing her slightly spread slit and strip of white hair above it. She looked defeated and wasn’t struggling anymore. The lewd sight in front of him made Anduin grin. “Finally you came to your mind girl” he said and grabbed her legs putting them on his shoulders. Kissing her calf and pulling himself closer to her. Then he slowly leaned onto her, still having her meaty legs on his shoulders. Taking a firm grib on her right thigh with his left hand, he took his hard cock in his right hand and started rubbing it against her tight slit. “I cannot wait to impregnate you, my little fuck toy...” Anduin said in a dreamy voice. But as he was about to push his swollen dick inside her vagina, he felt her body tense up and immediately she removed her right leg from his shoulder and strongly hit his jaw. Anduin fell back from the impact and hit the floor. “Like hell you will!, You fucked up shit!” Jaina screamed through her tears and started to struggle again, trying to remove the anti-magic ropes. After a minute Anduin started to rise from the ground. Jaina noticing his slow ascending started to panic and nearly harmed her wrists, attempting to rip off the ropes. He stood up and looked at her struggling form. “Bad move...” he spat out and started marching towards her. Jaina started to scream seeing him coming closer. “I wanted to play nice with you, but it seems you want to experience the worst...” Anduin growled and took her head in his hands. Jaina looked into his eyes and felt peeing herself. His eyes were radiating pure hatred and she didn’t even recognize Anduin anymore. *smack* Anduin slapped her hard. Jaina nearly lost consciousness, her body went limp. Anduin then climbed back on the stone table and spread her legs wide apart. She was so limp that there was barely any resistance. Noticing the wet spot under her waist he chuckled and pulled himself closer to her hips. “Time for rough play, bitch!” he spat and strongly pushed himself inside her, sliding all the way in. Jaina grunted in pain. Then Anduin laid down on her rapidly lifting chest and took hold of her head in both hands and forced her to look into his eyes. Jaina had tears in her eyes and it looked like she was completely devastated. Her eyes looked soulless. Still being fully burried in her cunt he smiled. “I want to see your expression as I destroy your vagina and fuck you into oblivion” he grinned. Jaina barely grimaced, but just kept staring at his red eyes. Then Anduin started to thrust into her, each time fully hilting himself inside. Jaina’s face vibed in pain each time his penis was hilted. “I’m just getting started...” he huskily said and started to kiss and nib at her neck. With moderate thrusts he penetrated her, his balls lightly slapping against her butt. After awhile of penetrating her and nimbling with her neck, he held her head again and looked into her eyes. “Now... we start for real, my dear...” he smiled and roughly penetrated her. Jaina gasped at the sudden push and let out a cry. It hurt. Immediately he started pistoning into her like a mad beast, ravishing her insides. Jaina cried out and choked as Anduin was raping her. Anduin was gasping and starting to sweat. He rammed into her as hard as he possibly could, his dick was tearing her vagina apart. Her passage wasn’t completely dry, but her body wasn’t ready to accept such harsh intercourse. Jaina cried out it pain each time he pushed into her. It hurt really badly and her vagina was burning. For the next 10 agonizing minutes, room was filled with painful groans, cries and grunts. Jaina was completely broken, her crying had stopped, but now she occasionally convulsed and choked as Anduin’s balls kept clashing against her backside. Anduin was dripping with sweat himself now, some of it was landing on her face and chest. “I cannot wait to see our beautiful kid, Jaina” he gasped while continuing pistoning into her raw vagina. “It’s time to make you a mother!” Anduin grunted and with last few pushes cried out himself as he emptied his swollen balls into her throughly fucked vagina. Jaina felt Anduin’s fertile sperm filling her insides, she was about to pass out. Anduin dropped on her chest, feeling absolutely spent, his breathing was heavy, his dick was still inside her raw tunnel, slightly losing its erection with each second. “Now that was fun...” said Sylvanas while gasping, feeling herself being drenched in her nether regions, she was experiencing fraction of what Anduin was. As Sylvanas had pulled out of Anduin’s head, he immediately passed out. Jaina followed shortly after him.   *Few hours later*   Anduin started to wake up. He felt warm, also he was lying on something soft. As he opened his eyes, he nearly got a heart attack. He was lying on Jaina with his penis seemingly still inside her. “No...” Anduin gasped in shock, before suddenly pushing his body back. His flaccid penis left her insides with a slick noise. Anduin observed the sight of her and started to cry. Jaina looked to be still passed out, but her chest was slowly lifting, so she was alive. Her robe was in shreds, breasts exposed, hair were a mess, lying all around her body and covering half her face. Then his sight went down and he nearly throw up. All the memories and feelings came back into his head from what he had done. Her legs were spread and her mound looked very sore. Her vaginal lips were swollen and red, thankfully there was no blood, but they must have hurt terribly. In the moment he noticed white, thick substance starting to leak out of her raw vagina, he turned around and emptied his stomach on the floor. He couldn’t believe what had happened. Couldn’t believe what he had done. This was too much for him. As he had finished vomitting, he stood up and instantly went to Jaina and cut open her ropes. Then he gently touched her face and hugged her. “I’m so sorry... I couldn’t control myself... but I felt everything..” he started to cry on her shoulders. “I can’t live like this... this is all my fault..” he said and backed away from her before turning away and putting dagger at his throat. His hand was shaking. Tears running down his eyes, he was not ready to take his own life, but he had to. That was the only way for him to fix everything, that’s what he thought. As he gathered enough courage to do the slice...”Anduin...” he heard weak voice behind him. Stunned he turned around and saw Jaina looking at him, she had tears in her eyes. “Anduin... don’t do this. This wasn’t your fault...” she swallowed. And then looked at him with begging expression. “I forgive you...” she weakly said. Anduin looked at her with teary eyes and sobbed. “Jaina.. but I can’t.. I can’t forgive myself...” he cried. Jaina saw that he was really going to do it and her eyes went wide. Everything happened so fast. His blade had barely penetrated his neck, before he heard Jaina scream “No!!!” somewhere in the room and in the next moment he felt strong impact on his back. Last thing Anduin saw, was him sitting against the wall, dagger had dropped from his hand due to impact and Jaina’s sitting form on the stone table with her palm streched in his direction. And then darkness.            

Chapter 0 - I am a bad trainer, but I make a good slut

 I am good ninja, so let's try Pokemon training "Ah! Eevee!" Hinata Hyuga squeaked in shock at how her cute little brown fox Pokemon fainted form a powerful flamethrower from her opponent's Garchomp. Her first ever Pokemon battle has ended up in clear cut victory for her opponent. A normal brown haired ace trainer who sighed at how pitiable that fight just was. "Man." He groaned, rubbing his hair in shock. "I've fought preschoolers better you sister." However, the trainer is quick to think, 'Although there aren't many pre-schools with tits like yours.' The trainer took in his opponent's figure as she called back her downed partner. Her breast, DDs nearly the size of his head, could barely be contained in the white crop top. Showing off her tone and fit stomach to the world along with the under-boob of her braless breast. Proving that he wasn't imaging anything when he thought he saw her nipples poking through her shirt. Her Jeans not only showed off her tight and bubbly ass, but they were so short that he can seem the hem of her innocent pink panties. He was having a hard time paying attention to the battle with her every movement making her breast jiggle or her fat ass shake. It doesn't help that her face is absolutely divine. Heart shaped with pure lavender eyes. Luscious blunette hair tied in long pony tail that flowed down her back. If it's not her body gabbing his attention, and dick, it's her face. 'The things I would do to her…' The Ace trainer held back to form licking his lips. 'Kind of glad she was so bad. If she was actually good I would have lost way too easily.' The teenager's sex appeal even affected his Garchomp who couldn't keep his eyes off the young trainer. The trainer held his hand out with a smile, "Well thanks for the battle." 'And the massive stiffy you gave me…' He added in his head. "O-Oh…" Hinata stuttered for a moment. Before smiling and shaking his hand. "Y-Your most welcome." However, the ace trainer gave the innocent girl a bemused look, "Uh yeah…" They both stood there. Shaking hands. For a good five minutes. "So, you going to pay me or what?" The ace trainer finally said. "Eh?" Hinata titled her head in confusion. "Ok. Hold on." The ace trainer snatched his hand away. "Is this your first time in a Pokemon battle? "Um," Hinata poked her fingers together shyly. "This is actually my first time being a Pokemon trainer. I started my training yesterday." The ace trainer sighed, rubbing he bridge of his nose. "And no one told you that you should pay the victor in a Pokemon battle?" "Eh!? P-Pay!? But I don't have any money!" Hinata started to panic. "Touko-sensei didn't tell me that!" 'Ah. The second Unvoa champion….' The ace trainer watched the poor girl fret about with exasperation. Touko Black, is known to be a notorious pervert and sadist. If that nutso woman taught this poor girl, it would explain Hinata's rather slutty state of dress and why she is very clueless on the whole situation. 'Clueless huh?' A sinister idea popped into the trainer's head. The trainer whispered to his bored looking Garchomp, "You thinking what I am thinking buddy?" "Garr…" The land shark gave a disgruntled growl. "Come on old friend! When was the last time we got our spoons wet?" The trainer elbowed his partner. "The next day-care is a week away. And with a body like that, she sure as heck isn't a virgin." Garchomp mulled on his trainer's words. Ture, it has been a month since he last laid with a female. And it didn't help that this human female was walking around in such skimpy clothing. "Chomp." The large shark shrugged making his owner grin. "Well miss." Coughed the trainer. "Since you don't have any money, you have to pay the winner and his Pokemon in sexual favors." "Huh!?" Hinata's face light up in a righteous blush. "S-s-s-sexual!?" "Oh yeah. It's a tradition passed down through generations of Pokemon battling." The ace trainer's Garchomp nearly hit its self in the head with the how ridiculous that lie is. "R-Really? Um…O-Ok then." 'Score!' The ace trainer pumped his fist. While his partner was starting to wonder why humans can control beast that can shake mountains. "Alright then." The Ace trainer wasn't no time. "I want you to squat. Spread those legs for us." Hinata, face a flamed, complied. Getting down and spreading her legs wide while the trainer and his Pokemon walked to her. The trainer wasted no time to unzip his pants and show off his throbbing ten-inch erection. The thick meat pole bounced eagerly in Hinata's face while his sack twitch happily. Garchomp however stole the show. "Eep!" Hinata gasped in shock at the duel mammoth shafts that the Pokemon held. Thick as her head with bright red hue to it. The heads are slick, and rounded to a soft point while the rest of the shaft are riddled with smooth bumps and thick anger veins. "Yeah." The ace chuckled at Hinata's shocked face. "Garchomp, and few other Pokemon like him, have two dicks." "They're so…big…" Hinata gazed in wonder at the poke-cocks. With cat like eyes she fallowed ever bob of the eager dicks. The ace chuckled at little. "Don't worry about it too much." He reached down and pulled up Hinata's shirt. Her big, pillowy breast bouncing free. "I've got my own fun." The ace stroked his cock for a moment before pushing it between the teenager's cleavage, and squeezing her breast together round his cock. "Ah. It-it's hot…" Hinata shivered in delight at the warmth that pasted through her. The trainer joined her in pleasant shivering, "Fuck me…. You've got some awesome tits." As he started to pump his hips back and forward, his Garchomp growled a little. Lightly tapping Hinata on her head and pushing his cocks forward. Poking at her cheek and nose. "O-Oh. S-Sorry…" Hinata shuttered not of embarrassment, but excitement. The bestial musk of Garchomp's shaft made her a little dizzy. While no slut, Hinata isn't some pure virgin either. She's had sex with many men, mostly for her previous job as a ninja. But Pokemon are completely different. The monstrous shaft is just that. Big and imposing. Seemly dominating her with its mere aura alone. She can feel her self-getting a little wet as she gripped the top most shaft. Slowly she started to work it. Moving her hand up and down as she wondered what to do with the one below her chin. Garchomp helped with that by thrusting his hips at her lips. Taking the hint Hinata opened her mouth. However, Garchomp took that invitation a little too open as slammed his cock deep into Hinata's mouth. "Gulk!?" Hinata gagged in shock. Her throat bulging at the huge member in her mouth and yet only a little more than half was past her lips. Garchomp purred as he started to hump Hinata's face. Pumping as much of his cock as he could while Hinata gasp and choked. "Easy their buddy." The trainer groaned, pumping his hips faster into Hinata's bosom. "Don't get too rough with her." Yet as he said that, the trainer pinched his conquest harden nipples. Squeezing her breast tighter, his thrusting became rougher. His slick bulbous head popping in and out Hinata's cleavage it's per cum coating her chin. Hinata's mind was elsewhere however. Finding herself eagerly sucking back on the rampaging dick in her mouth. The thick taste of Garchomp's member is utterly divine for her. She's sucked cock before but she never really cared for their rather bitter taste. Yet Garchomp has a rather powerful and sweet taste. Pulling her head back, strings of spit dangling between her mouth and the poke cock, Hinata panted for air. But never stopped her worshipping of the Garchomp's shaft. Licking the pole desperately. "Sho good…" She gasped before taking the beast cock right by in her mouth. Garchomp happily indulged Hinata by thrusting its hips faster. Plunging more of its shaft, inch by inch into her waiting mouth. It's not uncommon for him and his master to share a woman. However normally it's another Pokemon. Like that gardevoir at the Pokémon center or that one Lucario they battle a few months back. He's never had a human before, but it's going to be really hard not too now. Hinata's mouth is dream as she sucked hard on his throbbing member. Her tongue swirling around his round head. Slick loud sounds of slurping bounced off the air as spit flew around Hinata's face. The feeling of being used by the two made Hinata's pussy drip with lust. She moaned greedily while Garchomp practically assaulted her mouth. Pumping its hips at a blistering pace, gagging Hinata with its large cock. While his master thoroughly fucked her breast. Pumping his shaft wildly through her cleavage as his hands pinched her nipples. His slimly cockhead, slick form his pre-cum, kept knocking against her cheek. The rapid fucking of the young Hyuga's mouth made it hard for her hand to work Garchomp's top cock. Her movements became sloppy, jerky, and uneven. But that didn't seem to matter to land shark Pokemon who only let out a growl as a warning of his cumming cock. A burst of semen exploded form both shafts. Thick white jizz rained down on Hinata's head while she was forced to swallow a wave of cum form Garchomp forcing her down his whole member. Expanding her throat and nearly choking her out as her eyes fluttered in and out of consciousness. Cum explode out of her overly stuffed cheeks. Making white goo fire out of her lips and through her nose. As Jets of white rocketed out her enclosed lips and nostrils, the Trainer's cock slapped Hinata's chin with his own cum. Not as viscous or thick as Garchomp's, but the amount was un real. The feeling of her breast being covered in white and her lower feat being pelt with hot cum, made the slutty girl cum hard. Even with her dazed, she still squirted through her clothes. Damping her shorts so much that it dripped through them and covered the ground. "Gulk…gulk…" Hinata could only lazy gulp down the Pokémon's seed while she dipped in and out of being awake. Nearly being knocked out by the jolt of pleasure that made her body twitch and quiver. After a while, ten minutes actually, both Pokemon and trainer finally pulled back their shafts to let Hinata breath. The young girl fell on her back with her lavender eyes rolled to the sky and legs spread while her pussy gushed wildly. With every slight jerk of her post orgasmic body, she moaned weakly. Her entire face covered slick cum along with her impressive bust. While she laid there, utterly dazed with cum oozing over her, the cause of her dumb drunk state sighed in relief. "Hot damn." The Trainer, still hard as stone along with his Pokemon, wiped some of the sweat of his forehead. "I thought I would never cum as hard as that time I fuck Cynthia…" His Garchomp agreed with him. Normally the large gliding Pokemon is quite the one shot. Since he cums twice at the same time, he doesn't really go more than once. But this little tart brought out his more primal mating urges. He may not be able to put a child in Hinata, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try. Garchomp lumbered over to Hinata's bewildered form. Using his bladed arms, he slashed open a hole in her shorts to show her soaked cunt. Her pretty pink pussy twitched with greed. Only egging Garchomp's throbbing shafts more. Just as Hinata was slowly coming out her daze, she felt something large poke at her crotch. "E-Eh!? Wait!" Hinata tried to push the large Pokemon away. In fear of the mammoth member between its legs. But the beast just ignored her and started to push. "It-it's too big! You-you'll break me!" In more ways than one, if Garchomp rammed his monster cock inside her Hinata doesn't know if she be able to handle cumming so hard. However, Garchomp's raging dick is far from caring. "Hiiiiii~!" The trainer winced as Garchomp slammed not one but both of his shafts full hilt in their temporary sex toys' pussy. Hinata on the other hand let loss a deluge of her cum as she squirted. Splashing Garchomp hips as her eyes rolled back and her belly expanded to take the members. "B-big…" The Hyuga's mind became like her pussy. Filled with cock and hungry for more. Her tight little muff is stretched out beyond its limits. Hinata isn't the only one in heaven. Garchomp growled happily at how tight Hinata is. Her pussy walls sucked him in as they tried to milk his dicks for all their worth. And the land shark plan on giving her all of it. Eagerly, the speedy Pokemon started pounding away at Hinata. His rhythm rough and his pace brutal as his hips drove into her. Hinata moaned wildly with a fuck drunk smile on her face. Letting her body go limp and be used by the randy Pokemon. Her tits bounced with her body as she unknowingly tried to meet her hips with Garchomp's. "Geez big guy." The trainer chuckled a little at his Pokémon's enthusiasm. "Don't break her." Although Hinata took Garchomp's dicks rather well. Her womb took the powerful beating while her walls clenched hard. Giving the powerful dragon type just as much of a hard time as he is giving her. The trainer decied to get in on the action. And seeing his partner rather deep into Hinata, he decides to try out her mouth. It was open and desperate for a dick to fill it anyway. Standing over Hinata, the trainer gave a few light slaps on the sexually inebriated girl's forehead with his member. "Oi, I am gald you two are enjoying this but don't forget about me." The trainer taunted her. But he got was a gurgling moan form the fucked stupid girl. Seeing Hinata was a bit occupied, the trainer just rammed his cock in her gasping mouth. "Oh damn! You are a grade A slut huh?" The trainer couldn't help but throw his head back in a moan as he got a taste of Hinata's throat. Even with her mind befuddle by cock, she still sucked naturally on his member. Eagerly bobbing her head back and forth to choke herself on the mighty shaft. Gripping the sides of Hinata's head, the trainer started to pound his hips away at her mouth. His cum churning balls slapping at her chin while Hinata could only spit and moan in glee. The little whore reveled in the debauchery. She never knew being such a cock craving whore would feel so good. Maybe she should lose Pokemon battles more often. Their rutting finally came to a head as both trainer and Pokemon came hard and almost twice as much as before. The trainer held Hinata's head in a vice as he unloaded a fresh batch of jizz that Hinata gladly swallowed. Making the trainer groan with pleasure at every jerk of his hips. His partner was in the same position. Hunched over doing nothing but growling as his body jerked with every shot thick cum in Hinata's over stuffed womb. The slutty newbie came just as well. While not squirting, her hips jumped and toes curled while her eye rolled up in delirium. Both trainer and Pokemon had trouble pulling themselves form their respective fuck holes. Hinata's cunt still gripped Garchomp enough to make a sharp pop while Hinata's lips greedily dragged back on the trainer's cock to try and coax more jizz form him. When he was finally free, he let a shot of jizz hit Hinata's already cum covered face. "Ahhh~" Hinata, legs spread as her quivering muff occasionally shot out Pokemon cum, moaned in satisfaction. Her lips turned up into an utterly sensual but ridiculous smile as her tongue hung out. Cum form Pokemon and master drooled out of mouth as she coughed up some of it. Small bubbles forming form her breath, while her lovely tits are incased in cock juice. "Phew…Now THAT was a good fuck." The trainer sighed. A little sad he couldn't try out Hinata's pussy, but he has a feeling he wouldn't be able to walk if he did. "You ready to-eh?" The trainer turned to his Garchomp to see him on his back passed out with swirls in his eyes. Apparently having fainted from coming too much. The Ace Trainer actually chuckled at that. "Damn girl. You may not be at good battling, but your cunt can knock a Pokemon out cold. The trainer returned his Pokemon and stretched out his back to finally continued his own journey. "Thanks for the nice lay. Hey, next time, how about I let you fuck my whole team? They would get a kick out you." Hinata's only response was the hungry clenching of her cunt. "Heh heh! Great! I'll see ya around then." With that the trainer left Hinata with smile and thoughts of poke-cock.

Chapter 1 - A fond farewell

A Fond Farewell Jude Mathis fell back on the soft bed of the inn with tired sigh. To say toady was eventful would be a drastic understatement. Not only had he fought a god, he fought a god like man, and probably recreated the whole world order. And he is still only fifth-teen. 'And now I have to someone how explain to mom and dad how I have the 'Great Maxwell' as a girlfriend.' Although to call Milla his girlfriend would be a little off. They didn't really confess, but the kiss she gave him before she vanished spoke volumes. Still, while she did say she was going to see him again, he wondered how- The knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. Getting up he answered it. Expecting Alvin, Elize, or even Leia to be at the door. Not Milla herself, smiling shyly at him. "Mil-Mph!?" Jude was quickly silenced by Milla's lips on his. Like the powerhouse of woman, she is, Milla took command. Closing The door with her foot, while pushing them both on the bed. Jude, even in his shock, didn't hesitant to warp his arms around and return her fire with his own. Landing on the bed, Milla finally let her lips part form his. Smiling down at him, her red eyes burning with deep hunger. "I wanted to finish were we left off." The goddess whispered dangerously. Jude only blushed under her forceful nature. "Is what I like to say…" Now Milla blushed. Turning her head away as she admitted. "But…I honestly don't' know human mating rituals that much…." Jude gave an exasperated look. 'Same 'ol Milla….' Still, he himself isn't exactly an expert at sex. But he is a doctor and a master martial artist. Let's see what he can do he can do with that. "Uh, how about I take this one Milla." Jude suggested. "Hm!" Milla eyes sparkled. A little too excited and interested in 'human intercourse.' "It is only natural for men to take the lead on this issue!" Jude sighed, but he gutted his fears and leaned in to kiss Milla again. Flipping them over so he was leaning over her. His hands roamed over her body. Going down her sides and up to her breast. Rubbing her large bosom through her clothes. Admiring their plush feeling while his other hand tickled down her legs and in her panties. Milla moaned in Jude's lips as her his fingers slid inside her moisten slit. His finger's gentle darting in and out of her. With his thumb toying with clit. Milla's legs started to squeeze around Jude's hand electric shudders going up her back. "Ah! J-Jude!" The goddess gasp, pulling her lips form Jude in a long moan. "Something is-Ah!?" Milla came with a shudder and whimper. Her pussy lips sizing up around Jude's fingers and squeezed like a viper. 'Well,' Jude thought as he removed his dipping fingers. 'She's definitely wet enough now.' "Um, I think we should remove your…" Jude gestured to Milla's white soaked panties. Not getting a response out his panting lover. The high sprite was dazed from her post orgasm. Only giving a small nod in response. Jude slowly took off her underwear. Watching Milla's twitching body response to the soft cloth rubbing against her skin. Milla, in a daze, spoke. "Wow…that was…great…" In her befuddled state, she noticed a very large bulge in Jude's pants. "Ah!" Milla, still tingling form her orgasm, leaned up and grabbed Jude's belt. "Whoa!? M-Milla!?" Jude stammered as he felt the mighty spirt tug at his pants. "The famed one-eyed monsters that make women ahegao and lose their minds!" Milla said a little too excited. "To be honest I've been wondering what yours's looks like Jude." Clutching the bridge of his nose at Milla's words, Jude sighed, "Where did you learn to say stuff like that?" "Oh. Alvin gave me a book about human mating." Milla waved off his question as she stared at the throbbing beast in Jude's pants. 'Note to self: punch Alvin. Through a wall.' Jude was brought out his revenge plan when felt his pants start to leave his waist. "Ah wait! Milla!" However, his lover wasn't listening as she pulled Jude's boxers down with excited glee. "Now, Jude show me your 'beas-Ack!?" A massive rod of meat slapped the great Maxwell in the face. Jude's cock is a full foot and a half of thick veins and a large bulbous head. Milla looked up at the hot member as it twitched against her face in shock. While Jude rub his head awkwardly. "How…did you hide this?" Milla asked a universal question. "I uh…use a few artes and mediate. A lot." Jude coughed awkwardly. "It gets really hard to focuses when...um your around." "Hard indeed…" Mila gulped. But she felt a sense of pride knowing that she could drive Jude wild. "This is…meant to go inside of me?" Milla took her finger and traced one of the thick vines of Jude's shaft. The young doctor shivered at the Milla's fingers tickling his shaft. "W-Well the female vigana can hold up to seven inches and expand q-quite a bit. A-And with you being a spirt I-I don't think you have to worry too much." Milla only dumbly nodded her head. Not really paying much attention to what he was saying. She was practically mesmerized by his shaft, which didn't ease Jude's nervousness. "Um how about we take it slow." Jude suggested. Moving back so his cock wouldn't be resting on Milla's nose, Jude brought the dazed spirt back to her sense with a sweet kiss. Milla reacted by gripping the back of Jude's head. Bring him down on the bed with her, she let her tongue dance around his. His hands went back to her bust. Rubbing, and creasing her curvy chest while his lips attacked her neck. His lover purred at his actions. Milla gasped as she felt Jude's member start poking at her soaked entrance. The bulbous head slowly started to push open her folds. "Ah!" The grand sprite, expecting a painful gasp, involontlry buck of her hips and gasp of pleasure. As more and more of Jude's cock pushed into her, Milla felt her chest tingle with ecstasy. In her eagerness, her legs entrapped Jude and pulled him in. Forcing more than half a foot of his cock in her. "Agh!?" Mi-Milla!" Jude grunted as his dick felt like it was going to exploded. The grand spirit's honey pot feels just amazing as he thought. Milla's cunt lovingly squeezed Jude like a vice, hungrily trying to coax his seed out him. Milla gasped at how wide she was spread open. Jude's massive shaft, twitched and pulsed inside her. Looking between the two of them, down at her belly, she can see a bulge in the form of Jude's cock. The sight aroused Milla even more. Her over exactment and wanderlust made her want more. She pushed Jude in deeper, wanting nothing more than to have him fill her to burst. "Wai-wait! Mill-AH!?" Milla didn't listen to him, forcing his cock in her completely. And making Jude cum like a horse. "Ugh!" The martial artist lost his control and flooded Milla's pussy white. Thick jizz pulsed out Milla's hungry twat as it became too much to hold. The grand sprite shuddered as she felt her belly actually grow a little form all the cum Jude pumped into her. Milla moaned in delight at being so filled, however Jude, after coming down from his post-orgasm, is a little less enthusiastic on his pre-mature ejaculation. "Uh...well this is-It's very common for young men on his first time to-um- " Milla's hand on his head clammed him down. Smiling kindly at him while his heart skipped a beat. "Your always so uptight." Milla giggled. "You need to loosen up a little. You sure did that to me." Jude blushed as he realized just how much he loved this woman. This would be their last night for who knows how long. He wouldn't be able to call himself a man if he didn't take advantage of this. Taking Milla's advice, Jude started to thrust his hips. Pumping his full shaft in and out of her at slow gingerly pace. Milla hummed at jolts of bless shot up her back with every push of Jude's hips. She urge the young doctor to go faster with little nip at his neck. Jude obliged her. Pumping his hips, his groans melded with Milla's while his gentling thrusting turning into a rough fucking. Letting go of his nervousness, Jude let his more brassier instincts take over. Letting his hips turn into a blur and pound Milla with great fever. The great sprit below him moaned with wanton lust. Grabbing Jude's hair and bringing him into a powerful kiss as she rutted with him. Pushing her hips up in time with his thrust, the great Maxwell turned into a pleasurable mess. Moaning a grunting with nothing but Jude's ramming cock in her mind. Her belly shrunk and grew with every rough movement of hips. Jude's beast of cock nearly reshaping her for its own gains. "Ju-Jude! I am-I am-Ah~!" Milla came with blazing passion. Slamming her hips up while Jude practically pounded her into his bed. Her twitching pussy, made the young doctor groan and unleash his thick ropes of jizz. Deep in Milla's womb, his bulbous head fired blast of cum in her. "Ah…" Milla lead her head panting in the bed enjoying her afterglow. Just like those books Alvin had lent her. Next, they cuddle with each other, talk about kids, and then- "Eh!? Jude!?" Jude flipped her over so her rear is in the air, has other plans. With her human lover bent over her assaulting her neck with loving pecks and nicks of his teeth. He rock hard cock threaten to spilt her entrance open. With one hand on her hips, and another groping her breast, Jude whispered the words that made Milla's heart, and her pussy, pulse eagerly. "I am not done yet…." "Ah~!" Is Milla's response as Jude doubled his rough love making and rammed his dick deep into her. Pistoning his hips madly, Jude held nothing back. His hands roughly squeezing her voluptuous butt and marshmallow breast. His balls slapping at Milla's clit made her scream and shake in lust. As kind of a young man Jude is, even he can't help but just let himself go and enjoy Milla's body. For the past half-a-year he meet and went on this journey with Milla, his grand sprit of a lover has been unknowingly teasing the hell out him. He still doesn't understand why Milla chose the body of an actual goddess for her human form. Nor why she would such a damnable short skit that hugs her tight butt. And a top that honestly barely covered her bouncing breast so willingly; he blames Ivar for that. As he nibbled Milla's ear, making her scream out a lustful curse, Jude remembered all those times her skirt would fly up in a fight. Or how she would be a little too close to him, laying her boobs on his head just to see what book he was reading. And the fact she did all that unintentionally, only made it harder every night when he had to meditate keep down his raging boner. Jude is taking out all those lustful thoughts and feelings out on her now. He let his cock rage inside her. Pounding her senselessly and demanded her to be his. Milla willingly let him leave bright red hickeys on her neck and back. Throwing her head back to take his lips and kiss him. Returning Jude's passion tenfold with her swaying hips. "M-Milla!" Jude growled as he felt his next wave of jizz about blew form him. "Y-Yes! Fill me Jude!" Milla moaned with unearthly desire and got her wish. Jude gave a mighty shove, and let his hung shaft fire another huge load in Milla's already over stuffed pussy. Thick white sperm fired out of Milla's quivering lips and stained the already messy bed. Her belly growing another two sizes while Jude light humped each load deepening into her. Giving sudden, and strong stabs at her womb with every jet of jizz. "Phew…" Jude let out a tired sigh. Slowly pulling his, shockingly still hard shaft, out of Milla. The young doctor sat down to regain some of his lost energy that Milla had stolen from him. "Um…" Jude suddenly turned red as he realized he has just railed the great Maxwell. The beautiful blonde bombshell was panting heavily. Her twitching ass high in the air as her pussy oozed out a copious amount of his cum. The sexual depraved scene made his dick jerk, still eager for another round. But it maybe be good to take a rest first. "Um…Maybe I should get a towel-…M-Milla?" Jude started to sweat at the look of predatory lust in Milla's glowing eyes. "Wha-!?" Milla pounced on Jude like a cat. Pinning him down to the bed and straddling his waist. His massive member twitching against the crack of Milla's rear. She growled with playful lick of her lips. Jude had forgotten about Milla's dangerous over eagerness and curiosity. "Not bad Jude. I always knew you always had a beast in you." Milla smiled. "Now then. I am curious on how big I can get." Milla shifted back rising her hips above Jude's cock, and slammed down. Engulfing the mighty member with shuddering orgasm. Throwing her head back as her pussy spasmed and twitched while Jude moaned below her. Milla wasted no time and dancing on Jude's cock. Rolling and bouncing her hips so her greedy little pussy can milk her little human for all he's worth. Although judging form her bloated belly, Jude is anything but little. "By the four Jude!" Milla put her arms on Jude's legs. Leaning back, with her breast bouncing wildly, Milla rode her lover with maddening passion. Crashing her hips down on his relentlessly. Moaning her arousal to the air when Jude took hold of her hips. Trying to keep up with Milla frantic rocking, Jude took hold of the great sprit's powerful ass. Jude tried to thrust in time with Milla but to no avail. Like Jude had let all his lust go before, Milla is returning the deed in full. Unable to get enough of him filling her completely. Expanding her quivering pussy to its limits and battering her womb. It was so enthralling she refused to hold back her screams of joy. "MI-Milla!" Jude grunted out a desperate warning. Bearing his teeth as he tried to hold back. "If you keep this up- " "Go ahead Jude!" Milla declared hearts forming in her eyes as she gasped. "Cum! Fill my pussy! Stain me with your seed!" Jude came with a loud roar as Milla slammed her hips down on his and fallowed his lead. Both of relax their climax with near window shattering screams. Jude's dick pumped another hefty load inside of her. Thick shot after thick shot of cum roared out his cock and into Milla's rapidly expanding belly. While the grand sprit herself was left in gasping twitching state. Her pussy weakly squirting as she moaned with her head titled back. When Milla came down form her orgasm induced high, she placed herself on Jude's chest. Sighing contently with happy smile on her face. Jude let out his own weary sigh. Even with his might shaft twitching eagerly in Milla's warm womb, he was utterly tired. 'And we probably woke everyone else up too with how loud we were.' "Oh. Jude!" Milla, though drenched in sweat, looked at Jude with playful eyes. "Your still hard!" "Uh don't worry about-it!?" Jude squeaked as Milla gripped his cock. "No way! It's a woman's responsibly to drain her man's dick!" Milla then titled her head in thought. "At least that's what that book said…" Jude gulped at those implications. "I am not getting much sleep tonight…" -OOO- Jude let his head rolled back with a lustful groan at four in the morning. Milla, with a pregnant belly full of Jude's cum, kneeled between his legs. Her breast hugging what they could of his monstrous cock. Milla Pumped her breast up and down while bathing what she couldn't fit in her cleavage with her tongue. Jude's shaft twitched in Milla's mouth. The great Maxwell hummed at the thick taste on her lips. Wiggling her thighs to try and ease the heat between her legs as hot cum dripped from her used pussy. Making a sticky mess on the floor and between her thighs. Bobbing her head in time with shifting her chest, Milla enjoyed the grunts and groans Jude made. Her nipples, harden in excitement, rubbed against it each other. Getting sweet sighs form her filled lips. "M-Milla." Jude groaned between his teeth. "I am going to cum!" Milla smiled and only incased the movement of her breast. "On my face Jude! Cum all over me!" Jude's cock gave a rapid fire of jizz spurting from its tip. Not as strong as his normal load, but it did its job of covering Milla in white. Viscous cum splatter over Milla's forehead and covered her cheeks. The great spirt close her eyes as a rather powerful spurt slapped her in the face. Her mouth is far from speared with some cum slipping down her tongue and edges of her mouth. "Mmm…" Milla licked her lips. Savoring Jude's sperm as the young man himself fell back on his bed. Utterly exhausted as his cock finally deflated. After nearly eight hours of none stop sex, Jude was allowed to rest. Milla, looking nine months pregnant with Jude's cum floating in her belly, lick the healthy jizz off her face. "Hmm…" Milla thought as she "This isn't that bad…Jude!" Milla, still energetic, got on the bed with her tired human. "Do you think your cum would make an excellent ingredient for some you're cooking?" The young doctor gave a tired and happy sigh as he patted Milla's head. "Don't ever change. Milla…"

Chapter 1 - Every dog has it's day (Beast, Futa on futa)

Sixteen-year-old Hinata Huyga listlessly sighed as she sat in the grass of the field on her cushiony rump. She looked out to one of Konoha’s many grassy training fields to see the medium horse sized dog jumping about that is the cause of her tired state. One of many friends and fuck buddies, Kirna has asked to look over her partner Akumaru while she and her family went to visit their cousin in Kumo. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. Hinata is an animal lover, and Akumaru is more of a family friend then a pet. But her girlfriend, Naruko, is away on a mission that’s been lasting three whole days. Three full days without her lover to relive her massive hard on. Hinata sighed as she watched the ninja dog bounce and bark at butterflies. She be lived her condition of almost constantly wanting sex to a part of some curse or the fact that, in her youth, she most focused on stalker her now lover and training while everyone else was screwing each other’s brains out. To be honest, she could just as any futa on the street if they wanted to have a God rump with her. She wouldn’t even have time to respond before they shove their cock inside her. The girl shiver in lust at the at thought. But a he still very shy. Even though she more of a giver then taker in bed. Shoving Naruko’s face in the sheets and wailing on her cunt madly. “Mmm….” The very thought of her lover’s sweet vagina made her lips moan and her member in her panties jump and twitch. It hearty size making a very alluring lump in her pants. Biting her lip, the blunette looked at her ward. The massive Mutt still jumping around and playing with the wild life. ‘He-he won’t notice if I disappear for a few minutes.’ She said to herself as she snuck out to the forest behind her. Finding a nice shaded spot, the trees blocking here’s and none else’s view, Hinata dig down her pants to pull out her thirteen-inch pecker. A large cock with thick vines, her balls peaking over the hem of her pants. She sighed as she held her cock. Starting off with slow strokes. Jerking herself to sweet orgasm. Imagining her lover, less spread wide, her own dick hard and throbbing. Ready to burst for Hinata’s soon as she sticks her member in her. “Ahhh….” She moaned as her hand moved faster. Beating her flesh stick as her mental self-started fuck Naruko. Ramming her cock deep and hard in Naruko. Hinata trusted her hips in tandem of her rapid jerks. Her soft hands fondled her shaft while her other zipped down her jacket kneed her plump breast. Her nipples hardening, and knees buckling as she got faster. Fallowing the pace of her daydream of fucking Naruko. Ramming her cock in the blonde’s tight pussy. Both of them moaning and panting with lust. Naruko’s delicious cock bouncing around with every one of the hyuga’s hips. “Ahh…ahh...” Hinata pinched her harden nipples while she squeezed her hefty rod. Her balls twitching with her viral cum. Her thick hips thrusted in her hand in tandem with the thrusting in her day dream. Her hearty balls swing like pendulums as they churned with her seed.  Her chest heaving with her pants as she started to work up a sweat. Caressing her breast softly and pumping her hand on her hard on. Seeing herself squeezing Naruko’s bountiful chest as she pounded away at her. Hinata’s knees buckled. The pleasures of finally relieving herself sending shocks of eclectic to her. Her tongue rolled out of her heaving mouth, lightly drool as her mind with blank with. Faster and faster her hand went. Precum seeping out of her bulbous head and cascading over her hand. Adding a moist and slicky feel to her throbbing cock as she felt her vein’s pulse rapidly. Eager to blow her load. “Ha…ha-Aahh!!” Hinata came with roaring moan. Falling to her knees as she fired gooey ropes of cum in the air. Her hands didn’t stop however. Only going to faster to help spew as much spunk as she can. Her cum falling on her herself. Covering her in white with her own jizz as she moaned. It cascaded on her face like heavy rain drops. A few large globs splattered her cheek and landed on her tongue. “Ahhhh….” Hinata felling in an orgasmic heap. Still cumming, she covered the ground in her thick fluid. Her balls still twitching like mad, desperate to empty themselves. Her pussy twitched form it’s orgasm. Slowly leaking clear juices don her thighs. “Mmm. That was good.” The Hyuga sighed in relief as she felt her cock go flaccid. Rest her face in her cum. Her face turns red as she found herself enjoying the viscous wet feeling of her own seed. And the heavy taste of it wasn’t that bad either; Although her girlfriend’s is a lot better. “Eh!?” Suddenly a large white dog paw slammed down in front of her. As she felt something poke as her cunt. Something that seemed bigger than her lover’s cock. Looking between her legs she could see just the hint of a big red canine cock along with its big sack. But she also saw milky white fur that she easily knew. “Akurmar-HIIII!?” Hinata got hard and cummed all in one quick moment as Akumaru rammed his huge dick in her. She spasmed. Gasped and moaned when her cunt gushed out for the first time in her life. Spraying the grass, and adding more cum the gooey mix that now covers her chest. Tickling her harden nipples with it’s warm and sticky sensation. Her toned stomach bulged in shape of the ninja’s hound’s hearty cock. Twitching in time with its owner. “Ahh…” Moaned the stuffed Hugya. Her voice drunken a slurred since the massive doggy dong criss crossed a few wires. “Sho…bigss…” Hinata has yet notice that she’s being raped by a dog   “Ahh.” and she’s enjoying it. Although rape isn’t the right word since Akumaru hasn’t moved yet. He stood, mounted over Hinata, growling. Not in anger, but a mix of frustration and pleasure at how tight Hinata’s soaked twat is. Her walls squeezed and milked him hard, making it hard not to impregnate his new bitch right on the spot.  Not even his whole fifteen-inch member could fit in her as his three inches and his knot hung out in the cold air.  He stood stock still, getting used to her until he slowly started to move. Getting slow whines of ecstasy as he grinded in and out of the slightly mind fucked ninja. Sawing his cock, picking up a little speed as he started to breed her. Hinata could only moan like the drunken whore she’s become. Tongue hanging shamefully out her mouth with dopey smile on her face. Eyes turned up to the sky. Her body starting shift as the slow humping got faster, making her large breast rub against to spunk soaked ground. Her testicles jump and jingled when Akumaru gave a hard thrust. She squeals, then squeak when he gave another. Her cock bouncing joyfully as the slowly thrusting became powerful fucking. White furry hips became a blur, pounding Hinata’s bubbly and tight rear with dominance. Smacking her outer lips of her pussy with his big hard knot. “Ha~Ha! Sho big-Fwhua!” Hinata babbled incoherently. Moaning as she racked with pleasure. Her hips thrusting back, unknowingly giving into Akumaru. A part of her thought all this to be wrong. Not only is she grinding her cunt into a beast’s cock, but she’s may as well be cheating on her lover. Sure they both have sex friends. Naruko herself gets gangbanged by Sakura, Ino, and Anko on nearly daily bases. And she has had a few flings. Like that time Tsume gave her a blowjob in the alley way. Or when Lady Tsunade fucked her senseless in her office along with Shizune and her sister. But those are relationships they both agreed on having. Talking to each other about it and both of making a decision as a couple. None of them have never had sex with someone without their lover’s consent. Yet here she is. Yelling like slut. Her cunt begging for dump like bitch in heat while her cock twitched as she was the hardest in her whole like. Bending over and begging to be ravished by a dog no less. A dog that is her best friends pet and close friend. “Yesh!! Yoursh cock! Sho amashing!!” And she is loving every second of it. Akumaru slammed his hips roughly into the slutty hyuga’s wet fuck hole. Growling and barking in pleasure. Even going so far as to push Hinata’s head in their own spunk as she drooled and babbled in delight. Her cunt so tight that he felt himself nearing his brink. Panting heavily with lust. However, like all bitches, Hinata is getting his knot. With a mighty growl and near back breaking shove, the Ninja’s hound’s near fist sized knot broke through Hinata’s quiver pussy’s last few inches of resistances. Ramming his pointed head right into her womb. Batter ramming whole cunt as he didn’t stop fucking her even when she was fully knotted. Swiftly taking his whole knot and power fucking it back in. Wrecking the whorey blunette like a doll. “Fwhuaaa!!~ Cumming!!!” Even as her pussy continued to squirt and her cock blast the ground with semen, Akumaru gave her no relief. As he pounded Hinata into sexual oblivion, it would seem that the intelligent ninja dog would have fallen to his baser instincts of fucking and breeding, but that would be wrong. Hinata isn’t the only futa he’s clamed as his own. Many women have bowed down to his cock. His mighty knob has fucked his owner, her mother and even her sister. Kirna  herself allows her to rape any of her defeated enemies while the hokage herself has even been anally reamed by him and came back begging for more. He’s had plenty of experience with having sex with futa’s. It is not uncommon in Konaha to be fucked by a ninja dog. With their massive cocks, and zero chance of pregnancy, most women only fuck ninja dog and do so after they have been married. Even Hinabi and the sand woman, Temari, have indulged them self’s. The Hyuga demanding to be gang fucked by dogs. Begging them to fill her every hole with their seed. And, if he is being honest with himself, Akumaru has always wanted to have his way with the busty girl. Her milky white skin and bouncy chest are just too divine and too pure not to touch. And her sweet round ass. Akumaru has, and will, fuck a lot of butts, but Hinata’s firm yet jiggle and slight big booty is nothing but perfection to him. Not a day went by that he hasn’t thought of bending her over and fucking her stupid. “Ha! ~ Haa~!!” Not that he has to think that anymore. The beast gave one good howl. The only warning he gave just before he filled Hinata’s pussy up with gallons of his jizz. Blasted the walls of her womb with extremely gelatinous white seed. Making his new whore cum and wail again in pleasure. The slutty lavender eye girl joyful took the cum. Twitch and moaning a cannon blast after cannon blast of amazingly thick cum fired into her. Overstuffing her pussy so much that it fired outwards. Staining her ass, and Akumaru hips. Shooting out her hot twat and on the ground below to stain it even further. Akumaru seed is so heavy that it paled in both her’s and her lover’s ejaculation. No actually has come close to fill her up this much and cumming this big. The very feeling of the dog’s seed hitting her honey pot’s womb made her cream herself again. Cumming three times in an hour. She couldn’t feel her legs let alone her now limp cock. Akumaru stayed hilted in the cum drunk Hyuga for a while. Savoring the feeling of his dick filling another willing slut. His cock pulsating with every massive fire of cum. He pulled out slowly, Hinata barely squeak along the way. He was still cumming, hard as stone, he pulled his full length out. Firing his last five shots over the cum drunk bitch. Who has fucked so stupid that she barely even knew her body being coated white. But the ninja dog is still hard and hung like a stallion. Not even close to being finished with her. Walking in front Hinata, her ass high in the air and face down in the ground, her proudly presented his red throbbing cock to her. Light smacking her in the face to wake her up for her sex addled mind. It’s large juicy veins pumping blood through to keep nice and powerful. The light wet slap on her forehead and stodgy smell of dog cock, clicked Hinata awake. Looking up to see her prize hanging above her. With no words, not even a moan, she started to lick the underside of Akumaru’s proud dick. Worshiping the bitch breaker with sweet kisses. Getting the feeling back in her legs again, the ninja dog slut got on her keens to suck the head. “Mmm…” Moaning in delight of the musky taste of her own cunt and his massive shaft. Finding herself in heaven, she pushed her self-deeper. Gagging as not even half his cock entered her mouth. With a smack of her plush lips she pulled back. Taking her hand to rub the bright red rocket while her lips suck under it. Kissing downwards to reach the near grapefruit sized balls. She didn’t even pause to slurp on them. Drawing them in her mouth, moaning gleefully at their dirty sweaty taste. Rolling her tongue and greedily trying to extract their white seed with her mouth. She gave each ball the same treatment. Loving, and shamelessly adoring the dog’s sack. Feeling herself getting hard once more. She turned back to the head and started to blow the beast. Boding her head back and forth, not able to fit the whole thing so she gagged with spit and desperation. While using her wet hand on the rest of behemoth member. “Hinata?” That voice brought the silly slut of her horny trance. The voice of her lover standing right behind made her heart stop. With red face, and some reluctance, Hinata turned back to see Naruko, in her standard orange outfit, standing behind with a confused expression. Hinata did her best fish out water impression. Desperately grasping for answers- “Why didn’t tell me you wanted have some fun with Akumaru too!?” “Eh!?” Hinata was right confused. Even more confused as Naruko took unzipped her jacket, showing her sweet breast, and unzipped her pants so her hard twelve-inch pecker could come out to greet them. “Alright big guy you know the drill~!” The blonde said happily. Walking toward them as, shocking to Hinata, the ninja dog obediently lied on his back.  His tail wagging as his cock pointed smugly up in the air.  Naruko happily skipped over to both the confused Hinata and horny Akumaru. Bending down to Hinata’s level, the bubbly blonde sealed her lips with Hinata. Shocking the Hyuga as the blonde’s tongue snaked past her lips to tease her. Both of them releasing with a moan as their lips separated. “Uhh…” Hinata stammered in utter confusion and arousal. Naruko just grinned in her beautiful dorky manner. “Come on! Don’t you want to show this big nasty cock who boss?” To emphases her point, the blonde took hold of Akumaru’s doggy dong. Giving it a few stroke. “Ohh your harder than normal…” “Y-You’re not mad?” Hinata asked. Naruko giggled, still stoking the ninja dog. “Ha ha why would I be? I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with you and fido here!” She titled the dick towards her lover. “Come on. Give it a lick.” Hinata turned utterly red. But her cock was throbbing in heat and her pussy was quiver too. Instead, Hinata took it a step further. wrapping her big breast around Akumaru’s cock. The hot rocket tickled her milky tits, making her shiver and shake. Akumaru’s large tip peaked from the top of her mountainous tits. She started with slow strokes. Pumping her breast up and down while her girlfriend laughed at her technique. “You little skank!” Naruko gave nice slap on Hinata’s ass. Making it bounce and her squeak cutely. “Eep!?” “I knew you had it in ya! Now let me join in on the fun!” Naruko dived in and took Akumaru’s pointed head in her mouth. Gleefully licking his exposed head while Hinata jiggled her breast up and down his cock. Akumaru’s eyes nearly went crossed. Laying his head back he whined happily and tail wagged like an uncontrollable top. Hinata’s warm pillowy breast hugged his cock nice and snug. Naruko’s tongue is so sweet and wet around his veiny dick. When she took her in her mouth the beast barked weakly in pleasure. When he had mounted Hinata he really didn’t expect Naruko to join in. Truly he is a luckily ninja hound. The blonde ninja moaned at the memorable taste of dog cock. Sucking deeply and pushing her head into Hinata’s bountiful breast. For spilt second she thought of teasing those puffy pink nipples of her lover, but instead deiced to enjoy the dick in her mouth. And what an erection it is. So hard and meaty. She could feel the veins pulsated on her tongue as she drove back and forth with increasing speed. Her mission, taking a scroll down to the sand village, was a long and solo one. For three days straight she had no one to relive her pent up frustrations. She was glad Temari was in town. But getting her ass reamed in an alley way for two hours wasn’t enough to Sadat her lust. The down side of being a junkirki is the heighten libido. Garaa’s girlfriend still walks with a bit of limp. “Mmm…Did you get bigger your horny mutt.” Now that the horny ninja is back, and with both her girlfriend massive dog cock, she plans on releasing all her held in seed one way or another. Akumaru started thrusting his hips between Hinata’s breast. Slight fucking Naruko’s mouth as he got closer to his peaking. With short growl, he came. Quickly flooding Naruko’s mouth with cum. The high amount of semen leaking out her nose. She took a breath, both her and Hinata get coated with cum before the eager huyuga used her mouth as a cap. Her eyes and cheeks bulging as she swallowed the thick seed. Some of it even seeping out her nose as it was too much. But the tastes are just as amazing as she hoped. It was salty like any other jizz, but it was thick and a little sweet. She tried to coax more out the hound. Bouncing her breast on his cock, while Naruko switch to tending to her balls. Licking them while Hinata jerked him with her tits. The ninja dog leaned his head back with a blissful whine. His cock finally going limp while the girls played. Truly every dog has it’s day. 

Chapter 0 - Unfortunate Camping Trip

Melenia laid in their tent and smiled as her two children were chasing each other on the beach of Darkshore. It was wonderful, yet somehow relaxing sight to witness, she and her husband Balan have long awaited to finally take a break from the busy schedule of work in Exodar and take a trip away from home, so they can be closer to nature, may as well take their kids with them, they thought. Melenia worked as jewelcrafter, even though her appearance wouldn’t suggest it at all, she wasn’t wearing any jewels, except for her wedding ring. In a way it made sense, she didn’t want to flash around with shiny jewels to attract any unwanted attention. Melenia was average draenei female, at least in terms of height. She was roughly 7ft tall (213cm), however she had more womanly figure in the chest and hips area, that wasn’t surprising, considering the fact that she was mother that has given birth to 2 beautiful and healthy children, while actually expecting the 3rd one. She was proud of her figure, her hips were wide and strong, used to bearing children and her breasts were quite big as well. Only trouble that she had with her body was the fact that she was lactating and sometimes her breasts hurt, to fix that, she had to squeeze some of the milk out, which wasn’t very comfortable, but there wasn’t anything else she could do, her 2 children, although still young, were too old for breastmilk. Occasionally, she had thoughts of maybe her husband could help her in this matter, while in a love making, but knowing him long enough, she immediately dismissed the idea. She was happy with Balan, but he was very formal as a draenei, their lovemaking was as basic as it could be, he satisfied her in the bed, but there were no kinks that she could expect from him and sometimes it saddened her. Melenia was adventurous woman and she was all for new experiences and techniques in the bed, however her husband wasn’t that fond on that. Therefore, the idea of him sucking on her breasts and relieving her of that over produced milk, while making love was out of the window. With a sigh she crouched out of the tent and stood up while straightening her long black dress. She was gorgeous. Her deep blue skin was accenting well with her black dress and her horns gently laid backwards from her head. She noticed her husband few meters away from their children, who both now were rolling on each other and trying to figure out who is strongest, sitting on a handmade wooden chair and fishing. She smiled at her children and then made her way towards her husband, who looked to be very deep in his thoughts. As she walked on the beach she looked down and saw her massive bust, slightly jiggling on each of her steps, her dress basically ended at her breasts, showing quite a cleavage to anyone who would look at her, but it was not because she was perverted or anything, truth was far from that. Relating to her breast pain and sensitivity, she wanted them to be as free as society would find appropriate. As she walked further, her hand slid lower from her breasts and stopped at her belly. She was pregnant with her 3rd child, but it wasn’t going on for too long, however, her belly was slightly pushed outwards and created a slight bump in her dress. “How are you, darling?” Melenia asked her husband as she approached him from behind and put her hands on his shoulders. “Ah… could be better, can’t get any damn fish!” he shouted with a hint of humor in his voice. “Maybe do something else, maybe play with the kids?” she said, while gently massaging his shoulders. Balan looked at the side and saw their two kids on the ground, smiling at him and gesturing for him to come to them. “Perhaps I could do that” he smiled and stood up, kissing his wife on the forehead and making his way to their kids. Melenia stood there and watched how her husband and kids were having fun, it was making her smile inside and made her even happier that she was a mother. Their two kids were copies of them, they shared similar facial expressions as their parents. The youngest was draenei boy called Balu. He was around 7 years old by human standards, while the girl was called Melissa, she was only 1 year older than her brother. They both shared their mothers obsidian hair, while their facial features were closer to their fathers. Meanwhile, her sight went back to her husband, he was also average height for draenei, being 7ft 5in (231cm) tall, he had average physique, not filled with muscle, but then again, not that skinny. He had wide shoulders, which made him look more intimidating and for Melenia – more handsome. After a while watching them having fun on the beach sands she smiled and went to join in the fun. *meanwhile* 3 goblins moved quietly through the bushes along the beach shore, they had to avoid main road, because it was frequently patrolled by night elf sentinels. They were on a special mission assigned by Horde to infiltrate Alliances harbors and gather intel about their navy and its capabilities. They were moving upwards the coast to Lor’danel village from where they could reach Ruttheran in Teldrassil and sneak on the ship that would send them directly to Stormwinds harbour. Their squad consisted of 2 males and 1 female. Buzzard (short for Buzz) was their assigned team leader and expert in interrogations and melee combat. He was rough person, sometimes even cruel, but his dedication for mission completion was above anything else. He was closely followed by Sparky, she was expert in explosives and infiltration. Sometimes she was very light headed and cracked jokes on the road, that pissed off Buzz, but he had to deal with it, since she was an expert and very professional when focusing on the job and they couldn’t get anyone else of her skill level at that time. Lastly, they were accompanied by their chemist and expert in survival – Diesel. Everyone always became confused, when they heard his name, because last thing that they expected him to be was some kind of lab rat, who spends his day in lab to create potions and elixirs. He looked far from nerd, in fact, his name was the most fitting for his physique, because he was quite big for a goblin and his other speciality of being expert in survival, definitely helped him to stay in shape. While his companions were around 3ft tall (about 100cm), he was standing 4ft 4in (134cm), which would still be hilariously short for any other race (except gnomes), but for goblins he was considered to be “giant”. As they continued along the shore, they noticed something strange. Buzz lifted up hand in gesture for them to stop. Both goblins stopped in their tracks and approached Buzz on his sides and kneeled down in the grass. Buzz then shortly followed them and got down on the ground and pulled out binoculars. He zoomed in on the sight and noticed tent, that was near to the beach shore in the grass and 4 draenei on the beach. “Buzz, what do you see?” Sparky whispered to him, but loud enough so Diesel could hear it as well. “I see 4 draenei, from the looks of it 2 children and 2 adults, probably their parents”. Buzz replied while switching the zoom settings. “What do we do?” asked Diesel. Buzz was still observing the sight “We could pass them, but there might be a chance that they could notice us” Buzz said, while keeping them on sight. “So, should we eliminate them?” asked Diesel. “No” Buzz replied. “It would take too much time to hide the bodies and sentinels might notice us” Buzz said “In addition of that” he continued “There are kids, I’m not into killing children” Buzz replied. Buzz was rough person, but even he had standards and respect, even for his foes. He would never do any harm to little kids, that was beyond his code. “Hmm…” Sparky said in slightly funny noise. Both Buzz and Diesel looked at her to see what she was up to. “How about?” she started. “How about we have some fun with them??!” she stated, now slightly more excited. “What are you talking about?” Buzz asked her. Diesel was now looking at her with the same questioning expression. “Well…” she started, trying to sound innocent. “What was the last time you two got laid? Because I know that I haven’t for a while and I would LOVEEE to see that big, blue horsecock” Sparky finished with dreamy state on her face. “What?!” Buzz and Diesel pretty much shouted out at the same time. “Oh, don’t give me crap…” she said while smirking. “Don’t tell me you two have never fantasized about banging some other races?” she continued. “Even more, something like draenei, don’t they turn you on? It’s so taboo and weird, I mean, their vaginas are probably so big that you could use them as shelter” she finished while cleaning her tears of laughter off her face. Buzz had to admit, that he had these thoughts sometimes, but he managed to put them aside, because all he cared about was accomplished missions and the paycheck afterwards. But her comments really awakened something in him, something primal and kinky, that he no longer could absorb and ignore. Diesel was silent, however, he was probably someone who would really go with this idea. Diesel had secrets and one of them was specifically draenei females, he had huge turn on to think about them, but he kept it to himself, otherwise everyone would make fun out of him. This was opportunity that he couldn’t afford to skip. Sparky looked at both her companions and saw the defeat in their eyes. “Ain’t this a lot easier?” she asked while smiling. “Mission won’t disappear, we can relieve ourselves and then continue” she finished while visibly being excited. “Alright…” Buzz sighed. “Agree.” Diesel added, without trying to sound overexcited. “Boss, what is the plan?” Sparky asked Buzz with a hint of smirk in her voice. “It looks like they are not planning to leave any time sooner and soon it will get dark, we will act on the night.” Buzz said and turned his head to Diesel. “Do you have that powder with you?” Diesel looked at him and nodded “Yes, I have enough of it, although its effect only lasts for 1 hour”. Buzz and Sparky looked at each other and then back to the Diesel. “That will be enough time to have our fun” Buzz smirked and went back to observe 4 draenei on the beach having fun with each other. “Psst… Buzz…” Sparky whispered to Buzz. “What is that power and what does it do?” she asked. “It erases all memory in the span of 1 hour, we use it on persons that compromise us, but which we cannot eliminate due to danger of being exposed” Buzz told her while continuing to observe. “So, it means that we can have our fun with them, but they won’t remember anything?” Sparky asked now in more intrigued tone. “That’s right” Diesel responded. After some time, Sparky asked. “But what about children?” Diesel looked at Sparky for her question and turned towards Buzz to hear his thoughts. “We are not doing anything with them and that’s final” Buzz replied with steady and serious tone. Both his companions nodded with understanding, not wanting to really partake in something like that. “I think we are going to be lucky tonight” both heard Buzz comment and smirk. Sparky and Diesel looked at him with questioning expressions. “Not only she is a mother, but it looks like she is expecting another one, now this is a catch” Buzz nearly shouted out. That last line made Sparky smile wide while Diesel felt tingling sensation in his pants, he tried his best not to lose control, those new facts turned him on very much and he couldn’t wait to taste this draenei. “Let’s wait them to go to sleep and then we proceed. Knock out the parents first and make sure that no one makes a noise” Buzz said and motioned for Sparky and Diesel to prepare for the assault. *In the camp* Melenia was tired, even though she was in her thirties, by human standards, playing games with her kids and husband left her exhausted. Melenia stood up from the ground and brushed sand from her dress. These activities made her sweat a bit, and the warm, moist Darkshore air wasn’t helping in any way. She wiped her forehead and looked at her husband, he was guiding both kids to their tent, leaning closer and debating something with them, probably that its already too late and they should go to sleep, she thought. Melenia turned towards the sea and noticed that sun really was about to start descend into horizon and night would arrive soon. She lifted up her arms and let the gentle breeze go through, refreshing her in the process. Closing eyes she savoured the moment, gentle wind, silence and peaceful noise of the sea, moving waves against the shallow shore, nearly put her in trance. “Oh!” she jumped as she felt hands around her hips. Her husband had returned and managed to sneak behind her, although probably she just didn’t notice, being so taken by the moment. By turning her head she looked in the eyes of her husband and smiled. This moment suddenly started to feel very romantic to her, she couldn’t even remember last time when they would have been standing like this together and watching the sunset. “It’s a beautiful sight, don’t you think?” she asked silently. “Not as beautiful as you.” He replied and went to kiss her, she felt the motion and turned her face towards him while smiling and accepted it. He might not be very entertaining with her, but sometimes he revieled his romantic side and there was no way that she wouldn’t use the moment. They were kissing for a minute, before Melenia stopped “Did you put kids to sleep?” she asked. “Yeap, both should be sleeping already” he responded. “I think we better go back to tent, I’m quite exhausted myself” she said. Balan nodded and they went back to the tent while holding hands. *not too far away* “Finally... I was about to start on my own” Diesel complained. “Calm your nerves and get yourself together.” Buzz commented, slightly annoyed by him. “We are dealing with 2 grown draenei, they are almost 3 times our size, if we are not careful, we might end up being the ones fucked” Buzz continued. They looked at Sparky and she had this dreamy state in her eyes. “Hey, snap out of it!” Buzz poked her. “I just can’t wait to have that cock for myself alone!” she nearly jumped on the spot. Both males groaned and turned back towards the tent. “Alright, I don’t see any movement anymore, it looks like they are asleep already, Diesel. Did you made those sleep potions?” Buzz asked while turning to Diesel, who was putting the cork on the last bottle. “Yes, all set” he replied. “Alright the plan is, Sparky will take the potions and enter the tent, immediately when you have the opportunity, pour this bottle on the lips of them, start with the adults and then kids.” Sparky listened to Buzz and mentally noted everything. “It has to be you, because you are the best in sneaking close, and you are our best bet that they will not detect you.” Sparky looked thoughtful and said “But, what if I cant spill it in their mouths? I mean, how...” Diesel interrupted her “These potions are potent enough, that they will knock them out at least for 10 minutes, even if just poured on the lips, and that’s all we need”. He said and Buzz nodded towards his statement. “Alright, let’s go lads” said Buzz and they all began to ascend towards the tent. *Camp area* Melenia was in deep sleep, but suddenly she felt some kind of liquid on her lips, she was too dreamy to understand what was going on “Darling... that’s naught....” before she could finish her whispered sentence, she went back into dark, dreamless state. She felt wind gently breeze around her face and mess with her hair a bit, she enjoyed the sensation, but then it kicked in, she was in the tent, how the hell she could feel wind? Her eyes snapped open and she tried to shout, but failed, her mouth was taped over and in the moment she tried to pull it off and stand up, both actions failed. She was bound around her wrists and ankles. Being on her side, outside the tent she looked around in panic to see what was going on, but her eyes weren’t adapted yet and all she could see was 3 dark, short silhouettes, messing around the larger body, that was similar to her, also lying on the ground. In the moment she understood that it was her husband, she tried to shout and scream at them, but all that came out was gibberish in the sound of whispers. They had noticed her and one of them started to approach her. As the mysterious person came closer, she finally could make out what it was – it was goblin! As Buzz approached her, he kneeled down to her head and pulled out a knife. Her eyes immediately shifted to the knife and she started to tremble. “Stop the struggling or I will hurt you” he told her in surprisingly good common. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she just nodded. She was surprised that this goblin was speaking in Alliance language. What she didn’t know was that his specialty was “interrogation” which required him to know the language of his foes. He went back to the other 2 beings and started to speak in orcish, she assumed. “Are you two done with him?” Buzz asked, while getting closer. “Yes... yes...” Diesel replied, as making the final knot around the big framed draenei ankles. “We don’t want him to ruin everything don’t we?” Sparky smirked at Buzz, while finishing her knot on his wrists. Suddenly Melenia remembered about her kids and that she didn’t see any of them here, she tried to get up, but as that failed again, she started jerking on the ground and scraping her hooves in the sand. Trio noticed her behavior and Buzz groaned “Now what the hell is wrong with this bitch now?” he nearly shouted in orcish and he started to walk towards her with visible anger in his frame. As Melenia saw his aggressive movement, she started to shake her head rapidly, but as he approached her, he took her head in his hands and squeezed her cheeks. “Bitch, you have bad memory or something?” he asked her in serious tone, in her language. Melenia tried to shake her head again, but the movement was very slight, due to his hands holding her and tears started to escape her eyes. Buzz groaned again and released her head. Melenia was vbisibly starting to cry. “Listen up!” Buzz shouted at her. “I will remove the tape from your lips, so you can say what is on your mind” he told her and then pulled out his knife again “But I dare you to try to scream or shout for help and I will slit your throat.” He continued. She was also shaking now, but nodded. “Alright.” Buzz said and gently removed the tape from her lips. Melenia exhaled deeply and looked at him with teary eyes. “My kids... my chilren, what you monster have done to them..?” she asked him in desperate, but silent tone. “Bitch, you should be grateful, that I’m not the type of monster you think of me!” he shouted at her. She averted her eyes from him, not being able to handle this aggression. “Your kids are both safe in the tent, so they don’t have to witness this” he continued and she visibly an deeply exhaled again. “But, if you or your husband won’t cooperate with us, then we might involve them” he finished and she looked back at him in panic. “Please... don’t.. I, We, do anything you say, just don’t hurt my children” she pleaded to him with watery eyes. “Comply and they won’t be touched” as he said, he put the tape back on her mouth and went back to Diesel and Sparky, who was now sitting nearby the big draenei and awaiting his orders. “Ah.. motherly feelings” Sparky commented with a smirk and mocking in her voice, watching Buzz returning. “Powder has effect of 1 hour, we better start now” Diesel said, while adjusting his pants. Action wasn’t unnoticed by Buzz and he smirked at him. “So, you really want that draenei pussy that much?” Buzz cracked a laugh at him, which made Sparky to giggle and Diesel to blush. “She might not even feel your pecker!” Buzz commented while digging through their bags to search for anything valuable. That made him slightly angry and he responded “Oh, she will, I will fuck that bitch hard, no one will mock me!” he responded with confidence in his voice. “Calm down cowboy, just messing with ya” Buzz laughed. Meanwhile, Balan was waking up. “Now the fun starts...” Buzz pointed towards big framed draenei. He immediately understood that something is off, way off. And started to jerk violently and even some of the ropes were starting to make unsettling noises that made goblins to doubt whether or not they could actually hold this beast. “Diesel, kick his head” Buzz ordered and Diesel with all his might kicked him in the head with his fist. Few meters away, Melenia screamed in her tape and tears started to fall from her eyes, seeing what they were doing to her husband. Groan escaped big draenei, as it become more calm, he wasn’t knocked uncosciouss, but it seems that blow was strong enough for him to rethink his actions. Buzz then knelt down to his head and pulled out a knife so he could see it. “Now listen carefully big boy... few meters over there is your girlfriend in the same situation as you are” as he heard it he tried to knock the goblin with his head, but Buzz pulled himself back and hit the draenei on the head again. After that he put his knife to his throat, so he could feel the cold blade against his skin. “One more time... do this shit one more time and I will kill you in front of your girl, DO YOU WANT THAT?” he shouted at him. Both goblins had no idea what he was saying, but they trusted him to know what do, considering that he was the only one who could speak common and after all, he was interrogation specialist. Draenei shaked his head slowly. “Now, as I said” Buzz continued while withdrawing his knife. “Your girl is in the same situation as you are, and your kids are safe.” He saw draenei visibly relaxing hearing that. “But as long as you and your girl cooperates with us, do you understand that?” Buzz asked him. To which he nodded his head. “Good” Buzz replied. “Let’s continue” he motioned to his comrades, while he went to the Melenia. They turned the big draenei on his side so he could see his wife and them at the same time, while Buzz pulled female little bit closer to them. Their stares met and “I love you” could have been read in them. “Now, this is how it’s going to go down” Buzz started to speak. “We were doing our own stuff and let’s just say, that you two were at the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing personal” he added. Which made Melenia and Balan look at each other in confusion. “We could just kill you, but we decided to have with you instead...” he said while smirking. Both draenei didn’t like how it sounded and they become tense. “Keep in mind, if you don’t cooperate with us, we will hurt your children.. or worse..., do you understand that?” he asked in serious tone. Which made Melenia to groan and let out a whimper, while Balan groaned and shifted in anger, but both slightly nodded. “Great!” Buzz said while turning towards female, but stopped in his tracks to look back at Sparky. “Make him watch” he smiled and motioned Diesel to join him. Melenias eyes went wide as she noticed those males approaching her, she saw their stares filled with sadistic lust. She started to jerk and cry, to which her husband responded by trying to get up again, but stopped as he felt knife against his throat and goblin female, with a smile on her lips slowly moving her finger in front of him as if gesturing ‘’Nope’’. He stopped moving, but continued to groan, he tried to avert his eyes, but goblin female held his head in place to observe the ‘’show’’. Melenia was whimpering now, she felt their hands all over her body, suddenly she cringed and let out a groan as she felt someone (Diesel) licking her neck and cheeks. Meanwhile, Buzz was at her feet and observed her hooves, while occasionally sliding his hands along her leg on her strong calves. Melenia had turned her head to the side and just looked away,she was whimpering and tears made difficult to see, but there was absolutely nothing she could do, it made her feel horrible, being violated in front of her husband. She closed her teary eyes and tried to distance herself from all of this. Meanwhile, Diesel was only starting, after licking her cheeks and neck, he roughly grabbed her left breast with both hands and squeezed it. “Mmnmn!” she let out a loud groan, she would have screamed, but the tape completely absorbed her voice. Diesel was groping and squeezing her breast through the dress, until he couldn’t hold aymore and pulled the dress down. Melenia gasped, as her huge mammaries were exposed to the lukewarm night air. “Hey, check this out!” Diesel shouted at Buzz, who looked up and shortly joined him on the other side. Diesel took the hold of her huge breast and queezed it again, forcing huge and painful groan from Melenia. As he did so, he saw small amount of milk to pour out of it. “Jackpot!” shouted Diesel and put his mouth on her nipple and started sucking on it hard. Melenia started to jerk and groan in her tape, while Buzz held her down to ease the motion, keeping looking at the wild action in front of him. Meanwhile, tears of humiliation started to appear in Balans eyes and goblin female noticed it. “Aww... you feeling left out?” she asked him in sad and mocking tone, while knowing well enough that he had no idea what she was saying. Sparky looked up and smiled, seeing her two partners molesting poor draenei female and suddenly she had a massive grin on her face. She released her hold on his head and stepped in front of him, blocking the view. “You know... looking them having fun kinda turned me on” she said to the lying draenei, who while being on the ground, still reached about the same eye level as the small goblin female who was speaking to him in some foreign language. Balan looked her in the eyes, trying to figure out what she was talking about. But after a moment, his eyes popped open as he saw what she was doing. “You got me all wet, big boy” she spoke in a sultry voice, while opening the belt of her trousers and sliding them down her short, greenish legs. Balan couldn’t help but stare at her waist area. She had on white thong, that was soaking wet in the under side of it. She giggled after noticing his stare at her privates and proceeded to pull her panties down her legs and picking them up in her hands. “Do you see what you have done?” She asked him in the same sultry voice, while presenting her panties to him, just few inches from his face. Balan started to sweat, at this point he was starting to become nervous and perhaps even aroused? He couldn’t tell, but his eyes kept switching between the soaked panties in her hands and the small, green slit between her legs, which was visibly moist from all the arousal. “You want these, don’t you?” she asked him, while slowly shaking them few inches from his face. From such close distance he could even smell her arousal, coming from her panties. “Then have them!” she shouted with excitement as she pushed them against his nose and held them there. Balans eyes went wide and he only managed to mumble some gibberish in his tape as they made contact with his face. Suddenly it was difficult for him to breath and he was forced to deeply inhale her arousal, immediately his brain got intoxicated by her strong smell and he even thought that he will lose consciousness. Maybe because of her intoxicating aroma or the lack of air, or maybe both. After few seconds, Sparky jumped behind him, accidentaly sliding her wet pussy lips accross his upper back, which created a slight moan from her. And took hold of his head, while still holding her panties against his nose, not too hard to cut his air supply, but close enough to force him inhale her scent on each breath. “You like it, don’t you, big boy?” She said to him while rubbing her panties against his nose. “You better get used to this scent, because soon you will have the real thing” she said with the same sultry tone. Meanwhile, Diesel was nursing Melenias breast like a toddler. She was too tired to continue to fight back and just lied there with her head turned away from this perverted rapist and her teary eyes closed. After 1 minute of this humiliation, she felt that someone was starting to push her dress upwards, exposing more flesh of her thick legs to the night air. She tensed and started to whimper again. “Hey Diesel ! Look at this.” Said Buzz as he had pulled Melenias dress up to her waist. Diesel made few more slurps on the breast and extracted his mouth from her swollen nipple, then looked at Buzz, milk was dropping from his lips staining her dress. Buzz pointed towards the draenei female’s waist and Diesel’s eyes immediately sparked with lust and he jumped to the opposite side of Buzz to observe the sight. Melenia felt their eyes stare straight at her privates and she felt her stomach starting to turn. She felt humiliated, disgusted and the worst part of it was that it was only the beginning. She was holding her legs close together, hoping that in that way view would be more obscured, but unfortunately for her, sight was even more pleasing, her body looked spectacular. Just after her hooves, she had draenei specific, strong calves, in deep blue color, without a single hair piece, reaching her knees that were very human looking. Above her knees, she had thick and muscular, yet little bit bulky, thighs that were closely pressed together, without a single gap showing. Those beautiful thighs went up to her childbearing hips, in the middle was her neatly trimmed vagina. She had a soft wide line of dark hair above her slit, while anything else was shaven clean. Diesel’s mouth started to water as he was mesmerized by the sight. Due to her thighs being so close together, her vagina lips were pressing hard against each other, making her slit look longer and tighter, like a virgin, but she was far from that, she had given birth twice and was expecting the 3rd one. Buzz looked at Diesel and smiled “Dig in” he grinned at Diesel, seeing that he was barely containing himself now. “Gonna check her boobies while you are busy down there” said Buzz and went to her chest, while Diesel straddled her thighs and put his hands on both her thighs. Melenia felt him straddle her and started to jerk to throw him off, but shortly after that, Buzz took a grasp on her right breast and put a knife against her neck, while forcing her to look at him. “Stay calm, or we hurt your kids” he said calmly, but with a hint of anger in him. After hearing his words she calmed down and turned her face away again, whimpering and expecting the worst. Buzz smiled and started sucking on her right breast, the same way as Diesel had before on her left. Melenia tensed as she felt his mouth on her breast and groaned, but continued to accept it, she had no choice anyway. Meanwhile, Diesel was salivating, he leaned in to her trimmed mound and softly inhaled her scent, finding the smell to be very pleasing, he leaned in again, but this time pressing his nose against her tight pussy lips and deeply inhaled her scent. The contact with her privates resulted Melenia to make a muffled scream in her mouth tape and her eyes started to produce more tears. This humiliation was too much for her. Buzz extracted his mouth from her nipple to see what the fuzz was all about, but as he saw Diesel straddling her legs and having his face burried in her mound, he just smiled and turned back to suck on her breast. Balan felt defeated, he could no longer witness his wife being abused in front of him, instead he was staring blankly at the ground in front of him, panties at his nose wasn’t helping either, he felt like fainting due to the potent smell of her juices. “Alright big boy, I can’t stand these two have all the fun, time to work!” she said, while pulling her panties away from his face and stepping in front of him. She pulled up her knife and motioned for him to lay on his back. He complied not really seeing any point of resisting. As he laid down, she went to stand above his neck, giving him a great view of her trimmed, green, wet slit. After that, she took hold of his head and pointed finger towards her pussy. Balan’s eyes followed her movement and knew well enough what she was intending. Shortly after that, she put her index finger on her mouth as if gesturing for him to keep silent. Then she slowly kneeled down, so her pussy was just above his mouth and she carefully removed his tape. Just as a reminder of the situation, she immediately put her knife against his neck and lowered her pussy to his mouth. “Start licking!” she shouted at him, while pressing the knife stronger against his skin. “And you better not do anything stupid!” she finished, while slowly grinding her pussy lips against his closed mouth. Such close distance of her pussy made him intoxicated, but he didn’t really had a choice and the knife against his neck definitely reminded him who was in control. With disgust, he closed his eyes and darted out his tongue to lick her pussy. “Now this is what I’m talking about!” she screamed out of pleasure, as the big draenei was starting to eat her out. Meanwhile, Diesel was starting to lick and taste his wifes vagina. Resulting Melenia to shake her head and choke on her tears. “Mmm.. tasting good..” said Diesel as he kept licking her big blue pussy lips. Buzz was busy with her right breast, he gently squeezed her breast and more eagerly started to suck on her nipple, trying to get more milk out. After few more licks on her pussy lips, he attempted to penetrate her vaginal passage with his tongue, slowly, her lips parted and he managed to slide his tongue inside. Diesel let out a satisfying groan, while Melenia moaned out of humilation. Diesel started tongue fucking her, by sliding his tongue in and out of her tight vagina, he took hold of her hips to give him some leverage. Buzz had milk all over his mouth, he thought that he had sucked all the milk from her breast. He looked at her and smiled. She had her head turned sideways, away from the act, whimpering and having her cheeks soaked with tears. Buzz took a hold of her head and forced her to look at him in the eyes. “Now listen up” he said in low voice. “I’m going to remove your tape and you are going to suck my dick” he said. She started to shake her head again, spilling her tears all over the place. In a second he held her jaw in place and pulled out his knife and put it against her neck. “If you don’t comply, or try to shout for help OR” he continued louder “attempt to bite me”. He said loudly while pressing his knife deeper in her neck. “I will get your kids and kill them in front of you, do you want that?” he screamed at her. She slowly shook her head and new verge of tears started to run down her cheeks. At this point, Buzz had no idea how much tears she could produce, it fascinated him in a way. “Alright” he said and took her bound hands and put them above her head, sticking a wooden pole between the ropes to hold her hands in place, after that he slowly removed her tape. As the tape was removed from her lips, she made a long sigh through her mouth and whispered “Please...”. Buzz only smirked at her pathetic attempts to play on his feelings, he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. Melenia was greeted by small looking (by her standards) green cock, that was nearly fully erected. It stood about 10 cm long with proportional width. Without any more hesitation, he immediately put it against her lips and tried to show it inside her mouth. She held her lips closed not giving him the entry, while the bad smell of his unwashed prick was making her dizzy. Buzz was starting to get pissed and put the knife against her neck, this time with the sharp side, almost piercing her skin. After that, she knew that she was defeated and slowly opened her mouth, wide enough so he could penetrate it. Buzz immediately hilted his dick inside her, making her gag. Her eyes went wide and she coughed, she wasn’t ready for such rapid intrusion. “Use your tongue and lips you slut” he shouted at her, while firmly holding his knife against her throat “And make sure I don’t feel any teeth or I will knock them out of you!” he finished, while starting to thrust in her throat, now in slightly more managable speed. She felt her stomach turn and felt that she was about to puke, but barely managed to hold it inside her, knowing that it would end bad for her and her kids. With huge disgust, she started moving her tongue around his prick and more firmly put her lips around his rod, as he was moving in and out of her mouth. After a moment he stopped “You think that I will do all the work? Give me a blowjob!” he smirked and stood his ground, with his hard prick in her mouth. She cringed, but started to suck him off. “Get her lubed up for me, will yah?” said Buzz, while starting to ‘’help’’ her, by again, thrusting in her mouth. Diesel looked up and nodded. He spat on his index and middle finger and started sliding them inside her, lubing the insides with his saliva. “Alright you whore, that’s enough” Buzz shouted at her and removed his wet, hard cock from her mouth. Melenia made few coughs afterwards. “I will cut the rope on your ankles, if you try anything stupid, you know what will happen.” Buzz said to her in low voice. Melenia nodded and laid still. As Buzz went down to her ankles he looked and Diesel “Get yourself lubed up” he motioned at her, while smirking. Diesel smiled and got up to go to her head and pulling down his pants in the process. Buzz pulled out his knife and sliced the rope binding her legs. Meanwhile Diesel had approached her with his prick in her face. Melenias’ eyes went wide, he had much bigger cock than the previous goblin, it was solid 15cm long and much thicker. She started to shake her head, but Diesel roughly took her head in his hands and forced his smelly dick down her throat. She gagged hard, she couldn’t even breath for a second, until the goblin started steadily slide it in and out of her mouth. At the same time, Buzz started to spread her legs wide enough so he could get between them. As he did, he kneeled down and put his thumbs on the sides of her vagina and gently pulled them open. Smiling as the beautiful dark purple canal appeared in front of him, getting tighter deeper it went. He leaned closer and inhaled her scent. “Hmm... she does smell nice” smirked Buzz. “Diesel might be right on something at least” he murmured to himself. As Melenia was ‘’busy’’ choking on Diesels dick, having problems to breathe occasionally. Buzz started rubbing his prick against her labia, being warm and wet with saliva. She felt his prick at her opening and tried resisting, but Diesel noticed that and instead took her horns harder and started face fucking her, to shift her thoughts away from Buzz. Buzz smiled seeing what Diesel was doing and after few more rubs started to slide his prick inside her vagina. After 5cm in, he felt that she was dry as a bone, looks like Diesel couldn’t lube her up deeper he thought. Oh well, he now used more force to hilt himself fully inside her dry passage. Making Melenia groan, while getting face fucked by Diesel. If she was fully aroused, she might not even have felt his small dick inside her, but since she wasn’t getting turned on by this rape, she was dry as a bone and her vaginal canal was relitavely narrow because of that. She wasn’t tight for a Buzz, for obvious reasons of their size difference, but he could still feel her dry walls around his dick and that gave him enough pressure to get off. After few gentle hilts inside her, he started rapidly pistoning in and out of her, slapping his pelvis against her mound in the process. Diesel was slowing down his pace of face fucking, to hear her painful groans and watch how fresh tears escaped her eyes. Buzz was small, compared to her physique, but due to her lack of lubrication and arousal, he very unpleasantly scratched against her inner walls. “Oh.. yeah..., that feels good” Buzz grunted, while hammering insider her dry vagina. He went on for 5 minutes before he felt like reaching his end. “There it goes!” he shouted before giving her few more rapid thrusts and with last one, pushing as deep in her as he could and released his sperm inside. Diesel had removed his prick from her mouth for some time now and observed the wild picture of his boss empyting his balls in the poor draenei. He could hear Melenia choke on her tears and see her spasm occasionally, probably due to stress and humiliation. Buzz laid on her belly for a moment to regain his strength, he was truly spent. He felt the occasional twitch of her body, while having his dick still inside her, which made him smile. He got up from her belly and gently massaged it “good girl...” he said with satisfaction in his voice. Then he slowly started to pull out his limp dick, it extracted from her opening with audible ‘’squishy’’ noise. He sat on her thigh for a moment, before pointing to Diesel. “It’s your time cowboy, show her how real men make love” he laughed, before standing up and slowly making his way to her head. Diesel smirked and they switched places. As Buzz returned to her face, he smile seeing her wet, humiliated face. Melenia slowly turned her head to look at him “Please... let us go...” she whimpered. Buzz kneeled down in front of her and gently stroked her hair. “Shhh.... soon it will be all over” he said in surprisingly calm and gentle voice. He looked back at Diesel and saw that he was ready, then turning his head back to draenei he started to smirk again. “But first, you will experience real sex” he said with enthusiasm. “No.. no anymore...” she begged. “Don’t worry, I will help you” he said and before she could say anything else, Buzz pressed his hand against her mouth to supress her upcoming screams and gestured for Diesel to begin. Diesel smiled at Buzz and spread Melenias legs little wider, since he was bigger than the previous goblin and he needed more space. He noticed that some of the spunk had started to drip out of her, to which he replied by pushing it back into her opening, to help it stay more lubricated. Then he started to rub his wet cock against her labia. Without any further delay, he put his penis against her opening and took hold of her hips for leverage and firmly hilted himelf fully inside her. Melenia screamed in goblins hand. Diesel was much bigger and wider than Buzz, causing her more pain on the penetration. She was still far from being aroused and having this wider prick stretch and scratch her dry walls, really hurt her. Diesel held himself fully hilted in her to savour the feeling, she was warm inside and her dry walls put a nice pressure around his dick. After few moments of this delight he started violently thrust in her. If it wasn’t for goblins hand, her screams would have been heard in 10km radius. Diesel strongly pushed his dick inside her, making her body to jerk slightly with each hilt he done. He was causing her huge amounts of pain and she thought that she might even faint, it burned between her legs. “You feel so fucking good!” Diesel shouted as he kept thrusting his prick inside. After 1 minute of rough penetration, his thrusts started to become more smooth. Their saliva and Buzzs sperm had lubricated her vagina little bit better, but it still gave her stinging pain with each movement he done. Meanwhile, Sparky had enough of his tongue and wanted the real thing. “Alright, let’s see what you are hiding under there” she got up from his face and kneeled down to his pants. As she moved away, he saw his wife being raped few meters next to him, it made his insides boil with anger, and tears started to run down his cheeks, because he knew that he can’t do anything about it. He felt the female goblin messing around with his trousers, he didn’t care anymore, he wanted this nightmare to end. Sparky sliced open his pants and saw his limp dick. “Now what we have over here?” she said with intrigue in her voice. He definitely wasn’t the biggest draenei, but for goblin, his penis still looked very solid and massive. It was about 16cm while limp, but proportionally wide. Sparky’s eyes went wide and she stuck the knife next to her in the sand. She took hold of his dick in her both hands, only with both hands she could reach it all around it. “Mmm..” she sultry said and immediately started sucking on it. Balan let out a groan and felt himself starting to stiffen as small goblin female, barely could take his limp prick in her mouth. She stroked and sucked him for 1 minute, before it was getting too big for her mouth and she started to lick on the sides instead. She was afraid to make him any bigger and stopped at 20cm with proportional width. It looked massive. “Alright big boy, I can’t have you shout out” she said and put the tape back on his mouth. Then she positioned her drenched pussy over his dick. “Oh boy... this will be close call” she said slightly nervous. She spit in her hand and rubbed it inside her pussy to make it as wet as possible and spread wide her pussy lips, before descending on his massive dick. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as she felt his penis slide first 3cm inside her. His dick was spreading her hard, but she could take it. After accomodating his size, she slid further down. Balan moaned in his tape, even though being disgusted by this act, her pussy felt extremely good around his penis, he felt like being milked. “Little bit more...” she grunted, before having him in 15cm and she felt it reach her cervix. “Oh fuck......” she groaned, having this massive pole stuffed between her legs. She allowed her pussy to accomodate this monster, before she started slowly moving herself up and down his large dick. As she moved, her pussy had done a decent job of lubricating her passage making this penetration possible. “Yes... yes...” she moaned, sliding herself up and down his pole. Meanwhile, Diesel was sweating. He has been pistoning in and out of Melenia for good 5 minutes, her passage was well lubricated by now, but it was still a tight fit. Drops of sweat, from his forehead, fell down on Melenia’s pubic hair as he kept fucking her. Melenia herself was on verge of fainting, pain between her legs had gone numb, she no longer felt his thrusting, now it was a solid, stinging and burning pain. “Fuck...fuuck..” Diesel groaned, feeling his end approaching. There was loud slap noises as his pelvis hit her wet and sticky mound. Diesel grabbed her hips harder and with last strength made few more hard thrusts in her, slightly sliding her body forward in the sand. Making Melenia flinch on each one. “Take this!” he shouted and pushed himself as hard and deep as he could, unloading his cum deep in her raw vagina. He fell on her belly, breathing heavily. As he laid on her, he felt his cock still pulsing inside her warm tunnel, occasionally releasing more sperm. Melenia felt as his spunk filled her body and started choking again. She was close to fainting due to shock and humiliation. As Diesel had rested, he slowly pulled out his limp dick, it exited her abused pussy with an audible *pop*. Diesel sat on his knees between her legs and smiled at Buzz. “Now, wasn’t that bad was it?” he asked to the abuse draenei, while turning to look at her. “Oh come on...” he said, while noticing that she had lost her consciousness. Buzz put a finger on her neck, he could feel strong and steady pulse. Oh well, he thought. Probably went out due to all the stress and shock. Diesel looked at Buzz with questioning look, but he gestured back that it was alright. “We better start moving, so we can still use that powder of yours” he said to Diesel, while pulling up his trousers. As they both started to button their belts, they heard moaning. “Are you for real...?” Buzz asked, seeing Sparky riding that huge cock. “Yeah.. you had.... your fun... now.. let me have... mine..” she gasped while sliding up and down. “Fine... just speed up little bit, we don’t have much time, don’t forget we also have mission to do” Buzz replied, while gathering his equipment. “Alright... alright..” she replied and started speeding up. It took 30 seconds before she felt reaching her orgasm “Oh fuck... Im coming!” she squeeled and started to jerk on his pole. Balan felt her tiny pussy contracting around his cock and it was too much for him as well, and he came inside her. “Of fuuck.....” she moaned, feeling his hot cum filling her already stuffed insides. After 30 seconds, she slowly got up from his pole. Buzz and Diesel were mesmerized by the sight, her tiny pussy was gaping and thick streams of sperm were sliding down her legs and dripping in the sands. She put her hand on her pussy to gather some of the sperm on her fingers, legs were all vobbly, she barely stood. Putting fingers in her mouth she tasted it “Hmm.. not bad” she said while sucking her fingers clean. “Definitely not as bad as goblins” she smirked, while Buzz an Diesel groaned in annoyance and continued to pack their stuff. As no more jizz were dripping from her vagina, she picked up her trousers and pulled them back on. “Now, let’s give that guy sleep potion, before we use powder” he motioned towards Balan. “What about female?” Sparky asked. “No need” Buzz replied with a laugh. Diesel pointed at her and Sparky saw that she was unconsciouss. “Are you for real boys?” she asked, “Such gentlemen you are” she smirked. As Diesel returned to the unconsciouss draenei he took the last glance at the beautiful sight in from of him. There she laid, with her head turned to the side. Cheeks all wet from tears, her big breasts exposed to the air, her black dress pulled up to her waist. Wet and sticky mound between her slightly spread legs. As he went closer and kneeled down next to her waist, he noticed that her labia had become slightly swollen, probably from all the pounding she had received. And some sperm had begun to leak from her closed lips. He smirked and just smeared that cum over her lips and back into her vagina. “I’m sure you are thirsty” Diesel heard Sparky say to Balan, as she poured the potions in his mouth. In few moments, he was out as well. Then Buzz took the powder, previously putting on special glove, not to affect himself. And gently rubbed it on the cheeks of draenei female, letting it absorb in her skin, as it was done, he went to the draenei male, to do the same, meanwhile, Sparky came to the female and slightly poured potions on her lips, just to be sure. As they were done, they went to the kids and done the same treatment. Sparky left the tent along with Buzz. “Oh well, at least they won’t remember anything, it was just a weird nightmare” Sparky said in a dreamy voice. “Indeed...” Buzz smirked. “Alright, let’s get them back into tent, we have mission to do” said Buzz and they moved on with the task. Melenia woke up. She yawned while stretching out and rubbed her eyes, she noticed that she had a strange bad taste in her mouth. But that wasn’t all. She had sore feeling between her legs as well. Looking at her sides and seeing her husband and children still peacefully snoring in their sleep, she slowly began to push up her dress. Putting her hand on her mound she felt that it was all wet and sticky. “What the...” she silently whispered to herself as tracing her finger along her vagina lips. After a moment she pushed her middle finger inside and felt that she was soaking wet making squishy noise. She pulled her finger out and looked at it, she couldn’t see much in the dim light of the tent, but the substance looked white, she put it at her nose and it smelled strange. At first her thought was that it was related to her pregnancy, but it didn’t made any sense, she hadn’t had anything similar before. Slight panic and doubt started to rise in her. She slowly got on her knees and silently left the tent, to not wake anyone up. Sun blinded her for a second, but her eyes adjusted and she stood up, straightening her dress and looking around. It was sunrise, it looked like that sun had barely ascended from horizon, so it was early morning. Nothing seemed to be out of ordinary for her, she was on the same place as night before, the same sandy beach and tent. Small waves were slowly hitting the shore, sea was very calm on this morning. While Melenia was looking around she suddenly felt tickling sensation between her legs. She pulled up her dress again and held the hem over her waist. The strange, white substance had began to drip out of her vagina on the beach sand, just between her hooves, while staining her inner thighs in the process. Now she was truly worried, something was definitely wrong. She rushed to the shore, while holding her dress up, upon reaching the sea, she got on her knees and started washing her mound. As she was washing her vagina out of this spunk, she couldn’t stop to think that it looked like sperm. “No way...” she whispered silently and with panic in her voice. Could she have been raped by the night, she thought. While she was washing the last remains of the white substance out of her vagina, she noticed that her breasts were not hurting as usual. She pulled the dress down exposing them, there wasn’t anything unusual about her mammaries, they looked the same as before, except the pain was gone. After she had finished washing her privates, she tugged her breasts back into her dress and took some water in her mouth to get rid of the bad taste in it. After she spit it out few times, she got up and straightened her dress. She was worried, even afraid. Something had definitely happened to her that night, but she couldn’t remember anything. As she walked back to their tent, she looked inside and nothing looked out of ordinary. Neither her husband or children looked harmed in any way and they were happily sleeping like nothing have happened. It didn’t erase her doubts though. She knew that something or someone had sexually assaulted her and it made her stomach turn, maybe spirits? But it wouldn’t make any sense, then again... it wasn’t like she was an expert in spiritualism, she had no idea of their capabilities. The thought made her sick nonetheless. As much as it made her terrified, she didn’t want to worry her husband or children, but she knew for a fact, that they should get out of her as soon as possible. She got back down between them and pretended to have just woken up. “Darling, good morning” she said silently, trying her best to hide her nervous tone. Balan stirred and stretched himself “Morning” he replied, with casual tone. “How was your night, did you sleep well?” she asked him, slightly worried. “I suppose...” he said, while turning and looking at his wife “Is anything wrong?” he asked her. Now was her chance to explain the situation, but she decided not to, she didn’t want to make her husband worried and just hoped to forget this experience all along. “No... not really... it’s just my head kinda hurts, can we go home?” she asked with sad tone, trying to sound convincing. “That bad?” he asked her. “Yeah...” she replied. “Alright, as soon as kids wake up, we depart” he replied and got up to breath some fresh air. As her husband left the tent, she lied back down and looked at her kids, as they were sleeping. She couldn’t get this thought out of her head. Balan looked at the beautiful sunrise in front of him and streched his arms wide, he couldn’t help but wonder, why was his mouth so weird, it had a strange taste in it, but he didn’t pay attention to it. As their kids woke up, Balan and Melenia explained to them that their mom wasn’t feeling very well and that they will be heading home, some groans escaped kids mouths, but with understanding they helped their parents to pack all the stuff to go home. As they boarded ship to Exodar, Melenia leaned against the ship deck and looked at horizon. She hoped that eventually she will forget this day, and she will, she thought. After all, time cures most things, may as well this one too. And they departed back to Exodar, back to their home.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Returning to the sprite’s light was a more simplified affair then actually gathering them. However there is slight problem. One is her horse has disappeared somewhere. And two is her new attire she has gained after the vale of twilight has lifted.  Her crown is the only thing that stayed the same. Her dress was turned into a criminally short white and pink skirt, and her shirt has become an odd top that that had also replaced her bra with a black bikini top. She has braces that have replaced her gloves and her heels have been replaced with boots. Her sowrd is at her hip and her shoulder pads are still golden metal plates. She blushed at the revealing nature of the design but it does make sense for combat with its light weight and easy movement.  “Thank you for returning my light, Princess of Destiny.” Faron bowed to the Zelda who bowed back in respect.  She quickly asked if the sprit has seen Link and why the twilight realm has invaded again. Sadly Faron shook his head no on both questions.  “I do not know of the chosen hero’s whereabouts. He left a few seasons ago, but has never returned. It could have something to do with the twilight returning to the land.” Zelda took those words to heart. She didn’t know of Link’s disappearance form his village was a few month ago. But the twilight realm had covered Hyrule within two days. And then the shadow beasts are back too, could something have happened to Midna in her realm? How could have Link gotten there? They are many questions that are demanding answers. But first she must push back this twilight.  “Before you venture off, Princess.” Faron caught her attention. “There is a darkness in the temple. It may be the source of what is causing the twilight to rage. Those clothes...” He gestured to her new style of dress, “Are protected with magic that will defend you form most attacks, but the monsters are…different. The normal manner to defeat them will not be as effective. However if you take the light sprites divine light, you will be able to purge yourself from any monster’s corruption and kill them as well.” Zelda looked at her Triforce of wisdom that had absorbed Orodna’s light. It had protected her form the twilight’s bug’s seed. If not for that she doesn’t know what would happen and it was quite odd that they died after having their way with her.  “Come princess.” The light sprit, setting with its legs crossed, created a long light pole form it’s crotch. It molded itself into rather hefty dick that’s the same size as Orodna’s lovely cock, but instead of flat head its head is more pointed at its tip. Sweet golden cum, seeped out of its tip.  “Receive my light.”  The queen of Hyrule unconsciously licked her lips. Zelda is by no means a harlot that enjoys nothing but sex. But she is still human. She cannot deny the great ecstasy she gets form a good lay. She may not admit to herself, but she did enjoy the twilight bugs rapping her. The rough animal sex may just be a new guilty pleasure.   The queen of Hyrule did not waver in walking up to the deity and tentatively take its member in her hands. Like an actually penis it felt warm and throbbed with a heartbeat.  With less inhibition then with Ordona, the princess of destiny strolled to the light sprit and took the glowing cock in her hand. Slowly she began to stroke it, marveling at how soft it felt. Like real flesh, there is this warm heart beating sensation of an actual dick like Ordona before.  She licked the sharp tip, taking in its syrupy seed along with its sharp head. Bobbing her head, Zelda slowly sucking the pre cum from its head. Drinking the globs of holy seed vigorously while she divide her head to take the shaft deeper in her mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled back with pop. Her tongue slathered the long pole, licking it up and down before taking back in her mouth.  The princess swallowed the sprit’s head. Gulping it down, Zelda moaned at sweet almost surgery taste. Swirling her tongue around tip, slowly pushing the member down her throat. Her hands pumped the glowing flesh. Trying her best to coax the holy seed out of the light deity. She took her mouth off the god’s pole and trailed her tongue along the member. Lifting it up, she licked the underside. Humming in delight at the forestry musk coming off cock as her nose lightly touched it. After a few travels up and down, Zelda brought the dick back to service it with her mouth some more. Deepening her sucking she swallows as she tried to push back her gag reflex to deep throat the large cock.  “Mmmm.” She started to get lost in her sucking. Speeding up her bobbing to a greedy pace. Sucking the deity off with loud and sloppy slurping sounds. Drooling as she gagged herself on the golden rod, making the proud queen’s throat protrude obscenely. Zelda placed her hands on the thighs of the spirt to brace herself as she deep throated him. Diving her head although way down to the base, taking all of Faron’s bountifully massive cock. She stayed there. Letting her throat pulse and swallow as the dick throbbed with a raging heartbeat.  “Puh!” With a gasp, Zelda pulled her head back up. The golden knob glimmered with her spit. The queen couldn’t help but take some pride in that as she licked up own drool back up. Going back down to ram the dick as far back in her throat as possible. The heated throbbing of the deity’s cock grew faster as she sucked. With another gasp, Zelda took her head away from the bouncing cock. It’s bobbed rapidly showing how close it is to cumming. Zelda’s delicate hand still pumped the holy fuck stick as she stood.  As much as she would love to devour pure seed, Zelda’s loins have started to burn with need. She gave one last lick before standing up and pushing her panties to the side. Her pussy dripped its honey with almost unbearable lust. Her clit twitched as hard her nipples poking through her tiny bikini top. Facing away from the god, Zelda hovered herself over the Faron’s cock. Her fingers spreading open her dribbling pink pussy. Although she was just enjoying giving head to the god, and may have a guilty pleasure in getting raped by beasts, she still has a red face of embarrassment in facing her partner. Who has been oddly still and silent. A rather odd play form Orodna’s active nature. While she wouldn’t mind a more active lover, having her way with such a magnificent cock doesn’t bother her much either.  “Ah…” Slowly she lowered herself. The golden shaft stretching her hungry cunt as it filled her. She moaned as every large inch pushed deeper into her. Barely even half of the monkey sprits cock, and Zelda felt the tip poke at her womb’s entrance. Balancing herself with her hands on Fraon’s calf, Zelda rolled hips to adjust herself to the length. She sighed blissfully. Slowly rocking herself up and down. Enjoying the cock given to her with hearty moan and buck of her hips as she slowly fucked herself on the beast.   “My apologizes, princess.” Suddenly Faron’s hands gripped her hips and slammed his full length inside of her.  “Ah!” Faron rammed Zelda up and down his cock at a blinding pace. Push far past her womb as her stomach took the shape of his massive cock.  “Time is of the essences.” The sprite said coldly as he brutally rammed her down his shaft. Thrusting his hips upward as well. Making the pound queen’s tight rear bounce and jiggle with every thrust.  Zelda’s cunt tightly gripped the sprit’s dick. Her pert breast bounced so hard that, one of them slipped out her top. Freely jumping about as she moaned shamelessly, addicted to the fast pacing rutting. She let her head rear back, her tongue drool with a slutty grin. Her cunt drooled too, soaking the already spit slick member.  Her yells of ecstasy echoed throughout the woods as Faron merciless pounded her. Not even caring if the villagers in Ordon heard her. A part of her wouldn’t have minded if they joined her. The pleasure of her pussy being ravaged brought her faster to the edge then she thought. She came suddenly and violently. Squirting like a fountain, Zelda yelled at the top of her lungs in a gurgling moan.  She couldn’t lament in her orgasm too long as Faron didn’t stop his rough fucking. His cock punching through her womb. Her stomach constantly reforming a moisture cock shape form the sprit’s throbbing member. Faron relentlessly assaulted her tight cunt, trying it’s best to send its seed as deep inside Zelda as possible. “Take my light.” Faron pushed his spiritual cock as far in Zelda’s womb as he could. Easily breaking past her cervix and filling Zelda in a rage of cum. spurting out its glowing seed with heavy jerks, filling the queen’s twat with its holy cum.  “Haaa…” Zelda twitched in pleasure as her eyes rolled up with her tongue hanging out lazily. She came one last time, her pussy squeezing as much holy sperm as possible. The thick jizz expanded her belly. Moaning helplessly, Zelda watched as her stomach grew in size with every pump of the sprits cum. It pooled and blasted out her cunt form being so stuffed. After a good ten blasts of its seed, Faron pulled out and set the queen down in the lake. Her cunt gaping open but Faron’s seed has already been absorbed inside her. Zelda moaned however, still not fully satisfied. It seemed Ordona had more stamina then its siblings.  She watched with some dismay as the sprit’s cocks vanished.  She laid there for a moment, waiting to her body to absorb the sprits seed and the finally feel her legs. After a few minutes her belly shrunk back to its normal size. Zelda stood back up, adjusting her clothes as her body glowed with the Holy light of the deity. “Be warned, once again, bearer of Wisdom.” Faron caution as he dissipated into the air, “The shadow beast are different. They may not be beaten by…normal means.” Zelda wondered what the sprite meant by that. With a red face, a dirty thought crossed her mind she thought of the reason as to why the twilight monsters died after they were done fucking her. But she quickly dismissed it. The gods aren’t that insane. 

Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4   Zelda’s journey through the forest conformed her thoughts of how far the monsters have spread. In the forest past Faron’s spring and through the cave, she had already encountered a heavy swarm deku baba and a few Bobloins. While she slayed them quickly, it reminded her of the dangers that her world currently faces. With a blushing scowl the queen of Hyrule fixed her rather short skirt. She never really understood why the sprites would give her such an outfit. Although, sadly a part her did assume the worse. Her bouts with the bobokins and deku baba were not as simple as she hoped considered they are lesser monsters. She had to use multiple light arrows to actually kill the beasts. Yet when she had ‘battle’ the twilight bugs, they had died after they were done with her. She hated to admit it, but her theory that monsters are being powered by lust seems to be very appropriate. It makes them nearly unstoppable unless they are able to rid themselves of their heated arousal. It is not as bad as it sounds. Their seed is not deadly in anyway, nor can they turn you in some kind of slave since they die as soon as their lust is sedated. There really is no down side to it. It’s actually a more effective way to be rid of them and a less chance of violence. It’s understandable as to why the sprits would give her such a revealing outfit. Zelda however is not so keen on the idea. Sure there is no physical danger no worse than being pushed on her back or knees, but the monsters have no care for her own pleasure and they are far from gentle. They are brutally rough. Shoving her to the ground, railing what hole she is force to present.  They bite, scratch, treating her like their personal toy. Pumping her full of their seed and then just leaving her on the ground for what another beast that wants to fuck her senseless. As she thinks that however, the Hyrulean royal’s new thong started to get a little wet. She ignored that small part of, that is steadily growing larger, that enjoys being raped by theses’ monsters, and pushed on through the woods. Finally reaching the clearing where the forest temple resided, Zelda looked up in awe at the great hallow tree. There are many things she envied about Link, and one of them was being able to explore and travel the world. Being a princess has its charms, but what she wouldn’t give to see sights like this. “Hey slut!!” A sudden squawk made Zelda turn her head to see a bird manning a small shop. It flipped its wings trying to call her over. “Yeah! Buy something whore!” Zelda’s eye twitched at the offensive parakeet. The bird didn’t seem to care as it continued to screech. “Look like slut! Either way buy something! Whore!” The queen ignored the so called sales Pidgeon and trend her attention back to temple. Only to find a wolf standing in her way. Immediately Zelda was on edge. Wolves are considered the grim reapers in Hyrulean lore; meant to only appear during times of darkness and death. It still baffles Zelda as to why the goddess chose a wolf to represent the savoir of Hyrule, yet if she remembers her Shiekien mythos, which is oddly similar to Twili mythos, the wolves are seen as hunters, protectors, and warriors. Being the hero of twilight, Link needed to seen as a savior for both worlds. It would make sense to have him appear as friendly figure in both realms. Yet this wolf is a little different then the dark furred hero of twilight. He looks a bit bigger, which is saying something considering Link is almost the size of a small horse, with golden fur that has a bright ghostly glow around it. His eyes are blood red. Well his right eye is, his left one is closed with a long scar crossing over it. He stood proud and regal, simply gazing at Zelda. The golden wolf gave her glimpse of the stories Link told her about such a beast. Saying it was his ancestor, the hero before him. Zelda suddenly became both happy and extremely nervous. On one hand, here is a piece of history stand right before her. The questions she could ask gave her a near childlike feeling of wonder. But on the other side of that is worry. Wondering just how should act and just why a sprite like him was doing here. Boldly she took a few steps towards the mythical wolf. “Kyha!?” Only for her to be shoved down to her stomach by the wolf snarling and tackling her to the ground. The beast growled over her as he pushed her head forcefully in the dirt. Pawing at her thong until it pulled away to show her damp vagina .   Zelda whimpered but was quickly silenced by a low growl and more pressure on her head. Her Thought’s swarmed, wondering what the wolf planned to do. But when felt something poke at her honey pot, she came to shocking conclusion. Her cunt started to drip and twitch in anticipation. With no warning, besides one gentle probe, the wolf pushed itself in the Hyrulean’s queen’s quivering pussy. Zelda bit her lower lip to hold back the fierce moan that rattled her throat with each succulent inch of the wolf huge member. The fleshy rod seemed to push on forever, Zelda giving up on hiding her gasping when the wolf finally hilted himself inside. “Mmm…” Her stomach swelled form the holy beast’s member. It bouncing made her nipples harden against the ground. Making her squirm at the tingles the harsh rocks brushing against them sent through her. She felt so full. The wolf’s cock was amazing and it hasn’t even move it. She tried to ignore the feeling but her pussy grasps a very tight hold on the dick. Caressing and pleasuring the wolf’s cock without her input. Yet, even though Zelda felt so stuff with dick, she felt something large and round teasing her lower lips. It isn’t the wolf’s sack but his knot. It has yet to be pushed in, pulsating like a cock against her labia. But the wolf started rutting into her none the less. “Ah! ~” Zelda held nothing back. Moaning loudly as the wolf fucked her hard and relentless. It’s knot pounding at cunt and clit. Her arousal dripping uncontrollably on the ground as the wolf reamed her with no mercy. The queen found her defenses falling faster than she thought. The pleasure of the spirits was both emotional and depraved. While the demon’s rape is nothing but out right lust and enjoyment. But the wolf is pure dominance. Pushing her head to the ground while it mounted her. Standing proud as he took her brutally. Not caring if she felt any delight form the act, only caring that she knows her place. On the ground with her ass high in the air, begging to be breed. “Ahh~!!” Zelda came like a hydrant. Showering the ground in her quim, cumming before her current mate. The got faster as if punish her, but every thrust open her fuck hole wider. His knot getting batter ramming at her clit as his balls swayed. Trying his best to push his needy red bulge inside the queen, but she is unbelievably tight for needy whore. But he planned on knotting this bitch one way or another. With bark the wolf pulled Zelda’s head back. Arching her back as he gave one massive push in her twat. His knot stretching Zelda wide as his foot-long pecker slammed into her womb. “Hiiiii~!” Zelda came twice in succession. Spraying the ground as she looked up to the sky with a droopy expression. Blue eyes rolled back as her tongue hung from a drunken smile. Her arms limp and dangling as the wolf renewed his fucking with even greater vigor. Now fully inside the Hyrulean, the golden wolf showed even more power as he fucked Zelda into a stupor. The woman moaning and gasping helplessly as her pussy twitched with unbearable lust. She felt his massive member convulse and twitch to its own peak inside her. His balls slapping her clit rudely. Giving Zelda tiny spikes of ecstasy with every hit on her hot nub. The wolf came with a powerful thrust. Flooding Zelda with his thick cum. Pumping her belly full of his spunk with gut punching blast of cum. He humped her bountiful butt a few times, pushing his seed deeper inside of the cum drunk queen. Zelda merely shook and twitched as her own orgasm ripped through her body. Squirting her quim and hugging the wolf cock. Moaning desperately all the while she was being filled. When the wolf finally stopped he let her drop the ground then final pulled out her. Walking out in front of her, the wolf brandished his still hard erection at her. Zelda, in her daze, chose the wrong time to look up. The Golden beast took the chance to rammed his dick as far in Zelda’s throat as possible. Choking her as she woke up from her daze. Rutting down her tight mouth like her pussy. Fucking her mouth for all it’s worth. It’s knot scrapping against her tongue as she drooled. It’ meaty balls smack her in the chin. The wolf growled in delight as he assaulted her face. Fucking it like mad even as Zelda started to lose breath. The wolf came quicker this time. Filling the brunette’s mouth with his thick seed. I burst out her nose, and seeped through her seal lips. Gagging the queen as she visions dimmed. The wolf not letting go until it’s balls are completely emptied. Even as Zelda lost consciousness.   The queen awoke in a white foggy space. In the infinite distance of the white space images of Hyrule. The fiery death mountain, the hallow sanctuary of the twilight mirror chamber, and even Hyrule castle loomed eerie in the blurry space. Zelda herself felt groggy and unsure. Her head seems to there be floating above something soft. “Ah. So you are awake.” The ghostly voice made her jump in shock. Brandishing her rapier with one hand as her other hand glowed with deadly light magic, Zelda turned to face the creepy voice. “At ease Zelda.” Said the armored skeleton. Grass and leaves stuck to his old and sacred breastplate. The sowrd and shield is chipped and nearly broken. His one glowing red eye looked at the queen in concern. Zelda did not take the worry of the ghost seriously. His specter like form did not sense her worries nor did the strange and oddly familiar aura around him. The ghost gave a confused look at the Hyrulean royal’s daring gaze. Then he looked at his ghoulish appearance. “Ah.” He nodded in understanding. “This form is quite…scary I guess. Give me a moment…” The mist swirled around him as he grew a nice sun kissed skin and taut thick muscles. Silky blonde hair growled form under his helmet as his face grew a strong jaw with light facial hair. His eyes stayed blood red as they gazed at her. “Hows this?” He asked. His voice less hallow and more human. Zelda blushed a hellish pink and fumbled her sword in embarrassment. The soldier’s handsomeness is what made her heart skip a beat but is his uncanny near twin like look of Link. A much older version, sure, but he is practically a copy of the hero of twilight. “I would like to apologize first.” The Spector said, taking Zelda’s attention away from ogling him. There was a faint dust of red on his cheeks as he looked away, “My…attack on you wasn’t intentional. It is cruel joke form the goddess, or Hyila herself, that many of the incarnations of the hero are rather…easy to arouse.” “And I’ve been stuck in the stat for over one hundred years. With you being the first woman in a while I…just couldn’t help myself.” He looked away from the queen. Like a shy young boy talking to his crush. “If it wasn’t for the many women in my life, I would have done something I may have regretted in the past….”  The ghosted sighed. “But that is unimportant. There reason we are both here is because my kin are missing.” He narrowed his red eye as he got to the heart of their conversation. “I do not know why the twilight has covered the land once more, but it does not seem…as violent as before.” He bony solider nodded to himself. Zelda agreed as well. The monsters haven’t attacked anyone yet. Only roaming around Hyrule, as if to mind their own business. However, it put either of them at ease. With Link missing, Hyrule has no true defender. Even with the queen, only the master sowrd can truly banish this darkness. She will only hold it back. “It could be their aroused state or they do not know why they are summoned.” The solider surmised. “Either way we know our goals. I will try my hardest to find my kin, while you Zelda, bring back the light to Hyrule.” The queen nodded. Even though her face is still red form the naughty thoughts of what this warrior could do to her, she is still a ruler that will protect her kingdom to the very end. Even if she does have to fucked by a few monsters. “And let me apologize once again,” The skeleton said. A hue of pink on his cheeks. “Next time we met I should have better control over myself.” Zelda turned a fierce red of embarrassment. Shaking her head, telling the warrior he did not have to apologize so much to her. In fact, she actually enjoyed the rough play.  “…” “…” An awkward silence filled the foggy space. “Heh.” The solider let out a ghostly chuckle. The world around slowly vanishing in the air. “You really are her great granddaughter. She used to like it too…”   Zelda woke up with a Goran. Her clothes back too normal and her body refreshed. She looked around to see that the ghostly world is gone and she is back in Faron woods. The Forest temple still inform of her. “Slut!” She turned to see that same bird squeaking at her. “Whore! Doggy slut! Told ya!” The parrot flapped its wings while it laughed. “Agh!?” Until an arrow of light nearly skewed it. Having flown out of the way so it hit the wooden pillar behind it. Zelda smiled as she walked into the temple. A slight sway to her hips. She’s more a queen slut with pride. 

Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

   Chapter 2              She remembered Link tell her that Midna thought the forest of Hyrule is beautiful in the shadow of twilight. And the queen was right. The gray color of the world contrasted greatly with the immortal dusk hanging over the sky. The particles of twilight danced and floated to their own beat in the air. It was a graceful yet eerie feeling. She didn’t have anything strange feelings form the air of darkness. Nor did she change into some beast like Link. She smiled, grateful to the spirit of Ordon.          She walked to the spring, seeing the dusty particles of what was left of the sprit Faron she feared the worst.                  “Ah…Princess… of Destiny….” It spoke in a tired voice but still living.                Zelda bowed slightly in respect, then asked what had happen to him.         “My….sprit has been…broken….by the....shadow insects….into….fifth teen tears….”        Her eyes widen in shock.  “Do….not…fret….” There was a glow then a grape vine dropped into her hands. There were four lights glowing in the orbs that held the light seeds needed to revive the light spirit. “I have….. Only lost…..eleven of….my….fifth teen…tears….”               She took the vine and tied it to her waist as Faron kept talking. “Please….collect…my remaining….seeds….”              Zelda nodded and then turned to leave.             “But be careful….the…monsters….are different….stronger…..” With another nod Zelda headed his the warning and went off in search of the bugs.               As she reached a clearing, she quickly hide beside a rock. There, three of them. Six feet tall large hulking black shadow beast. The same black shadow beast that had killed most of the soldiers and her farther. And are also the citizens of Midna’s realm.              As another queen Zelda did not want to kill them. She understand how it is to lose people loyal to her, Midna, queen of her people could only watch as she an Link killed friends, subjects, and others.        She tighten the grip on her blade.           “Hup!”         She was fast, the never saw the three triangles of pure gold light explode below them. Killing them all in one blew with a single thrust of her sowrd.       With sad eyes she watched as the disappeared back into the twilight. She did not have time to waste. She had to find to what happened to Link and fast.          She searched and searched. She had gone through nearly every part of the forest. Yet, as she stood in the clearing that lead to the temple, she found nothing. Not a single bug has popped up into her sight.              She was starting regret not being able to turn into a beast like Link. That was the only way to found them using his senses. She can feel dark energy sure, but it is everywhere in the twilight. She can’t pin point their exact location.             She sighed wanting to give up.            “Aaahhh!!!”  Until something electrocuted her from behind forcing her to her hands and knees. Before she could stand, something latched on to her face with what felt like nails for poking at the back of her head.              “A-mph!?” Something hard yet strangely soft was shoved into her mouth. It started to swiftly piston itself in and out, choking her as it repeatedly slammed into her throat. She couldn’t see what was screwing her face as it was blocked by a black mass. She tried to grab it only to feel something smooth yet hard hovering over her face. With one well-placed thrust she was knocked on her back at whatever was pounding her face.         “Guk!? Guuk!? Mmph!?” She turned and twist grabbing whatever was fucking her mouth trying to pull it off. When she finally did she coughed and gagged up spit out some strange white and black gunk that was spilled into her mouth a little. She looked at whatever she threw as it sparked out some purple electricity occasionally showing it off its true form every now and then as some sort of bug.   “Ah!?” Something had pinned her arms to her side, pushing her face first in the ground. It felt like whatever was holding her face with spiny legs poking at her sides. Something warm was poking at her butt, then it rammed into her. Ripping through her dress and her panties to pierce her lightly moisten cunt making her scream form the rough penetration. The weight on her back fucked her brutally while she grated her teeth. Hating her body as her twat started squeezed and drooled over the rough treatment. The object inside her is the same as the one in her mouth, hard yet soft and somewhat large and slimy too. Making squishing sounds every time it rammed into her pussy and battered her womb.           “Mm! Ugh!” Zelda gritted her teeth trying ignore her cunt enjoying the large cock like object in her. The constant ramming of her womb was starting to make moan. The fucking got faster and faster, pushing her deeper in the dirt like a common whore. The object battering her now wet cunt was starting to throb in time with the monster mounting her. Glowing like a ticking time bomb.              While she was being raped form behind another sparking glow started to make its way to her. She twisted and turned, trying to break out of bug dick was inside of her. On her left hand her Triforce of wisdom glowed and blasted the thing on her back and anything else around her.            The blast of light allowed her to get up and observe her three opponents. Giant bugs is the best way to describe them. The size of dogs, the electric beetles hovered in the air staring her down. Taking out her blade she noticed between the right spiny legs are seven inch long four inch wide bug dicks, two of which are dripping with her spit and pussy juice.           She rushed one of them, only for her sowrd to bounce of it like hitting a shield. It knocked the gaint bug back but didn’t hurt it. Another shot at her, but she duck and blasted it with fire magic, but it do anything either.            She cursed. Nothing seemed to be working on them. The only time they seemed to be venerable was when they were fucking her. That’s when it clicked. When the bug was screwing her she noticed it was flashing when it was it was about to cum. That could be their weakness. Her pussy became soaked at the thought of letting them have their way with her.            But she still had something up her sleeve, so she took a stab the next bug.            “Ah!?” Not noticing the other bug behind her she was, tackled and pinned back in the ground by one of the bugs. With her ass in the back in the air the bug restarted what his brother had being, stabbing its large pink cock in her.              “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” It was a blur of movement, pumping its insect dick in her. This time she Zelda didn’t try to hide in her moans. The thick cock sent her reeling into pleasure and it didn’t let up as another bug grab her face and rammed another sticky incest dick in her opened mouth. She tasted herself as the hissing bug fucked her throat, its dick bulging her sore throat.               She cough and gagged through her moans. The bug didn’t take their time. The plowed the princess harder and harder by each passing minute. Her eyes, tired up from the dick in her throat, tear up. Spit splatter out of her mouth covering half her face as her tongue hung out below the monsters cock. Licking it’s dick to try to and speed its ejaculation.            Her hungry cunt had a vice grip on the big insect dick behind her. Barely letting take out a centimeter of itself. Like a bitch in heat, every time Zelda was slammed into, more of her slutty juices splashed out of, showing how much her body was enjoying being used.  Its large dick made a lump in her stomach that disappeared and reappeared like the sprit’s holy dick.               Zelda had gave up on fighting and just tied to endure the rape. Letting her body be defiled by the dark bugs. Unlike the light sprit, there was no care in the rough fucking. There nothing but the bestial attempt to impregnate her and make her nothing but a cock hungry slut.            With its two brother’s having their way with Zelda, the third bug hovered lower next to the wrecking her cunt. The bug pushed him out of the slightly, lowered hit cock and pushed in the whoring princess along with his brother’s.               “MMPPHH!!” With a second dick bursting inside her, Zelda couldn’t hold back an orgasm. Drenching the two bugs desecrating her tight cunt.               They didn’t break her, yet the shock made her body go limp. Letting the bug’s just pound away at her with even less restraint. The two inside her alternated their fucking. One pulling out the other rutting in. One slamming in the other pulling out. The different motions nearly broke her. She did nothing but moan and drool. Becoming nothing but a fuck toy to the monsters.               The lump in her stomach became two now with them getting bigger then smaller as they thrashed in and out of her. She gaged form the dick in her mouth, moaned form the pussy being raped, and did nothing but quiver and shake as she came again. The bugs didn’t let up even as they started to glow and flash. Zelda held on a little longer, even when they got even faster.               “Keeee!!” With one final shove, all three shadow bug pushed into her one last time to releases their jizz in her. Pumping their white and black cum with every hump, actually filling the princess, making her belly grow a little hump.              “Guk… Guk…” She swallowed the insect spunk. It was thick like syrup but tasted bitter. They kept filling the princess until the actually exploded. A blast of sperm, a gallon of it, burst and fell over the beaten princess. Letting Zelda drop and be shower in the jizz that popped form them.                 “Haaaa….” The sperm slapped her in fuck drunk face, landed on her already defiled dress and pert ass. The monster’s cum leaked out of her gapping twat, and hung open mouth. Her eyes slowly re focused themselves, cum slowly dripped down between her eyes, she still wasn’t broken but damn tired and satisfied.           She looked up and noticed the three balls of light hover above her. She smiled, but couldn’t help but wonder it Link had to go through this too for the lights. She reach up for the lights, only form them to zoom out her reach. Her eyes widen in shock. She stood up, a little out of it, and watched as they flew towards an even bigger bug.            “Hisss!!!” It was at least three times her size, it made her hose look small. It looked like a gaint wasp with pincer like swords, and black compound eyes. What scared her the most was the pink fleshy stinger that was leaking some white and black goo. It has a more shaper look to it then the smaller, bugs but that didn’t make it any thinner. It actually looks twice as thick.              Zelda, knowing she is out matched without a plan, stood and ran form the beast. However she had attended the Prometheus School of running away from things and was easily taken down by the monster. Slammed her back, it had pinned her arms and spread legs with its own legs. She struggled but could only watch in horror as its arm length erection was aimed at her already leaking cunt.                With a one swift thrust, half of the beast’s member was inside of her. Creating a long massive bulge in her stomach that nearly tore her dress. Her back and hips arched like a bow with an earth shattering orgasm. Zelda squirted rapid fire, hips bouncing with every blast of cum. Her head jerked up in a silent scream of mix of pleasure and pain. And the beast was only half way in. The thrust are slow at first. Trying to get used to her and make her accommodate to its size. Back and forth, half of the bug’s smooth point prick screwed the princess with ginger movements.              “Mm…Nuh…Mmm…” She tried to hold back her moans. If it wasn’t for the spirits light and her won will, she would have lost her mind to the monster’s dick. The large bump in stomach, shaped like the monster’s large cock pointed up wards, barely moved with every hump. To her horror, her cunt became soaked with her juices. The rhythmic fucking sent fire blots of pleasure through her.               The rocking got faster. The beast hissing, jabbing it’s pick in her. She quite moans becoming screams of pleasure. The monster fucked her faster and faster, it large bug cock throbbed as it got closer to its release. However Zelda beat the monster to it.              “Ahhhh!!!” She yelled out her latest orgasm now drenching and tighten up around the rest of the monster’s dick that didn’t stop pumping in her. Zelda’s blue eyes rolled up. Nearly going limp form her release, her tongue drooled out her mouth. Her mind on the brink of breaking.               The twilight bug gave one last shove and blasted it’s stringy cum inside of the princess, flooding her pussy. It wasn’t thick and heavy like the other bugs, it was almost like water as it poured out of her beaten cunt. For a tow minute the bugs cock pumped her with its seed. Even though she couldn’t hold anymore, it sperm leaking out with blast of cum.           Zelda herself finally relaxed. Now that the monster had cum it would disappear and turn into light.              "Ah!?” Or so she thought.               The twilight wasp used its eight legs to lift and turn the princess around on its dick while it hovered in the air. Her legs were spread in the air, exposing her full dripping crotch. The beast wasted no time and resumed fucking the princess. Now even deeper than before, it’s whole throbbing rod now pulsing and beating inside of her.               Her hot moans are now screams. The ecstasy raging g through her body as the bug dick assaulted her. Deforming her stomach with a large bump that moved with the beast motions. Disappearing and reappearing with every pump of its massive cock.               Zelda’s body can’t define itself of the primal ecstasy plowing through her. Orgasm after orgasm ravaged her. She could only lean her head back against the twilight bugs smooth chest and wait out her joyful reckoning with her tongue rolled out and blue eyes rolled up. The previous bug goo is now mixed in her sweat. Coating and soaking her body. “KEEEE!!!” The beast gave one final push and blasted its thick spunk inside her. It convulsed and pumped it’s sperm in her with large lump passing through its dick. With ever pump Zelda’s stomach grew, her body came against her will. Her moans died to a weak whimper. After five full loads the monster burst into light. Dropping to the soft ground.           “Ha…ha…ha…” She can only pant in exhaustion. Drenched in monster sperm and her own sweat, and her legs spread wide open as cum oozed out of her over abused pussy.              All four light seeds circled above her. The slowly drifted into her body enveloping her into a bright light. Recovering her and cleaning her clothes, much to her surprise. While she was glade to emptied of the monster’s seed, a small parted did slightly enjoy it.              Shaking her head of such thought, Zelda turned to return the light seeds to the light spirit.

Chapter 0 - Establishing Dominance (Futa on Futa, Beast)

Establishing dominance  The two rivals blazed at each other from across the field. Their eyes burning into one another as they attempted to slew their respective opponents with their glares. Iris. The carefree, energetic dragon master.  Georgia. The fiery, hot headed trainer.  Both trainers are locked in a stare down. “Come on Beartic!! What are you laying around for!?” “Haxorus!! Move it and use dragon claw already!!”  With their Pokémon.  Both trainers growled at their Pokémon as they sat their looking bored out of their minds.  Being rivals, Georgia and Iris have been battling each other for years. While they have been improving each other throughout the years their Pokémon have honestly gotten tired of battling.  “Don’t just sit their Beartic!” Georgia yelled, making her artic bear Pokémon look at her indifferently. “Use ice fang!!”  Beartic looked at his trainer then back at Haxorus who looked equally bored.  “Bar?” He asked Haxorus.  Haxorus nodded, “Sar.”  And they both walked off the field to talk.  “Hey!?” “What the hell!?”  And completely ignoring their trainers.  Iris groaned at her Pokémon, “You guys can’t be serious?”  She watched as her loyal Haxorus ignored her and talked rather jovially with Georgia’s Beartic.  “Those fucken deserters.” Grumbled the red headed trainer.  “Ugh. Well you got any ideas to break the tie this time?” Iris suggested. Even though the two are rivals, they still have this odd sense of comradery and friendship between them. A harsh and rude friendship, but a friendship none the less.  Georgia thought for a minute, then grew a wicked grin on her face that sent an odd shiver down Iris’s spine.  “A fuck off. Whoever can get the other off first in seven minutes has to be the victor’s slave for a month.”  Iris thought about that. While she’s not one to say no to a good lay, she never screwed Georgia. Heck Georgia may just be an easy fuck herself, and she probably doesn’t know about Iris’s many sexcapdes around the world. She could easily have the advantage and make Georgia her willing little whore for a month.  Or she could lose and become Georgia’s bitch. “You’re on!” Either way it’s a win win to her; either she gets to use Georgia as her personal cum toilet or she gets a bunch of mindless sex for a month. With a massive grin on her face Iris stripped down to show off her cock. A large light brown beast with nine inches in length and a girth of three. It’s not as veiny as most girls, but it is still nice and hard. Standing half naked iris is rather proud of her size. She had many girls screaming with her monster. However that pride slowly started to dwindle as Georgia dropped her pants. Her thirteen inch pecker bobbed and bounce with excitement, the juicy vines along the four inch thick rod throbbed as it pumped blood through Georgia’s monster cock.  Iris felt both her lips moisten at the sight of it, her body betraying her as her own dick throbbed at the thought a serving such a beast.  “You want to go first?” Georgia titled her hips with a haughty smirk. Letting her dick bob up and down.  The dragon tamer thrusted out her chest, “I’ll have you screaming in no time.” She smirked.  She got down on her knees, and wrapped her hands around her rival’s dick. She started moving her hands up and down the hot prick. It pulsed in her palms with the eagerness to breed as she gently licked the head. Flicking her tongue up, then dragging her head down to its underside. She traveled back up to take the head through her lips. Iris bobbed her head a little while licking the tip, teasing Georgia with her mouth while her hands sped up their pumping. “You look good down there.” Her rival taunted her. Sneering at over Iris with her hands on her hips, “Good thing too. Since you’ll be on knees for the next month.” Iris sent back a glare of her own, and started to double her efforts. Taking more of Georgia’s member in her mouth. Slowly engulfing it until half of it reached the edge of her throat. She sucked faster, bobbing her head back and forward as she started to drool form having such a big cock in her mouth. She got deeper and deeper with every swallow, taking more than half of her rival’s dick.   “Pah!” She pulled back, jacking off Georgia to catch her breath. A string of drool stuck to her tongue as she panted before diving back in. Sucking with more enthusiasm then before. Slurping and dribbling over the red head’s massive meat pole, Iris choked a little when the head hit the back of her throat. Gagging she pulled back, surprised that she actually choked a little on a dick. Something that has never happen before.  “Really?” Georgia playfully yawned.  “If that’s all you got then you may as well bend that fat ass over so I can paint ‘Georgia’s bitch’ over it now and save yourself the trouble.”  Instead of responding Iris dived back down to service her. Bobbing her head with great fever. Trying her best to taking all of thirteen inches of the beast she spit and gagged, turning a little blue form the lack of breath but she still could only get a nines inches in her throat before needing to pull back out for air. Iris has taken many a dick before on her travels. From random trainers, to hordes of Pokémon gym leaders and even ‘rapist’; although it’s not really rape if she’s spreading her cunt open begging them to screw her stupid. All of them great fucks with big cocks, but none of them are this big or this yummy.  “Mmm...” Iris moaned hungrily. Her cheeks sinking in as she tried to nearly devour the cock in her mouth. Her own big prick bounced and bobbed with need. But she tired her best to ignore it as gobbled down Georgia’s girth, taking long and hard gulps. Her pants and groans of desperation are muffled by her sloppy, drooling blowjob.  The only one who was ever this big is her Haxorus and she could deep throat him with ease. But Georgia is not only long but also very wide. Making her mouth stretch, and her throat burn like her first time sucking a dick when Misty and her sister’s gang fucked her four years ago. “Wow.” Georgia laughed, snatching Iris by her hair and pulling her off her dick. “You suck. And not in a good way.”  Before the chocolate cocksucker could even retort, she was shoved back down on Georgia’s dick.  “It’s been five minutes and I am not even close to cumming you pathetic slut.” Her rival teased her as she started push Iris further down on her cock. “But you know what would help….”  Georgia snickered as she unceremoniously crammed the rest of her hefty cock down Iris’s throat. “Gluk!?” Her throat bulged and gagged as Georgia bottomed out in her esophagus. Her nose pushed up to her pelvis, she struggled to breathe through her nose as her eyes started to roll back. Iris tried to pull away only but Georgia pushed her back with both her hands. Sighing in bless as Iris’s gullet swallowed her shaft.  “Oh fuck yes.” Georgia held Iris’s head still and gave a hard thrust in her mouth. “That’s how you suck a cock.” Georgia gave another hard thrust, “Come on. You only got two minutes.”  Iris retched again form another thrust, “You better get me to cum or you ass is next whore!” Georgia relentlessly pounded Iris’s face, fucking her hard and with a taunting laugh. She bruised and battered her rival’s throat with gleeful ambition.  The dragon tamer’s eyes watered heavily as her throat was stretched to its very limit by the thick cock. She spit up and choked helplessly as the massive member assaulted her. Georgia held her hair by the roots. She was losing air, her eyes rolling back as spurted her coughed. Her rival is trying to break her gullet with her huge dick. And Iris is loving every second of it. Her nine inch prick started oozing pre-cum as it bobbled with the rest of her body after every brutal thrust. She resided herself to be used as Georgia’s personal cock sleeve, letting her arms hang limp as she ruptured her throat. She desperately wanted to jack herself off; furiously masturbate while Georgia own her mouth, but she wasn’t going to lose the bet.  “And the minute’s up.”  Or so Iris thought.  Georgia pulled Iris off her spit ridden cock by painfully gabbing at her hair and titling her head up. Her rival let out a sad gurgled moan as a bubble of spit coughed up from her sore throat. She whimpered weakly at the loss of the precious dick, her tongue hanging loosely as she continued to drool. “Well,” Georgia laughed as she smacked Iris’s face with her wet dick. “Looks like someone was enjoying themselves.” Iris let out a sluty whimper with every light slap on her cheek, “But it’s my turn now~”  Georgia pushed Iris’s face into the ground, forcing her rival’s bouncy tan butt to stick out high in the air. With a mocking snicker, Georgia rubbed her dick between Iris’s ass cheeks. She slapped and teased her member against Iris’s cunt, making the whorish dragon tamer squeak in delight. The juicy rear of her rival jiggled with every hit as she spread Iris’s own spit on both cheeks.  Iris played the wanting slut role both willing and unwillingly; although mostly willing. Tempting Georgia to use her tight pussy with a cute wiggle of her hips. While she may not have of gotten Georgia off with her mouth, her twat once made a gang of bikers nearly pass out from cumming so hard inside her.  Georgia grinned as her bulbous head poked at Iris’s anal star. Iris jumped in shock and tried to turn around to stop her. “Wai-“But her head was shoved back down roughly into the dirt. “It’s a really good thing you’re such a sloppy cocksucker.” With her massive cock in one hand and the other keeping Iris in place, Georgia reared her hips back with sadistic smile.  “Or this would hurt!!”  With a mighty thrust, Georgia hilted her whole cock in Iris’s ass in one go.  “Ahhhh!!!” Iris screamed as she was speared by Georgia’s dick. Her anus was stretched to its limit and her stomach distended and bulged. Her own dick throbbed painfully, desperate to cum even though held back the urge with gritted teeth.  “Shit!” Georgia cursed. Her dick felt like a Seviper was coiled around it. “Your ass is as tight as your throat!”  Iris could only give a sad groan in response.  “You must be quite the anal slut to keep it this snug.” Georgia tried to pull out a little, but Iris has a hungry vice grip on her. She only pulled a few inches out and pushed herself back, laughing when she got a moan out of Iris. “Aww and would you look at that…” She grabbed Iris’s cock, squeezing it as she started to slowly fuck her.  “Ah!?” Iris squealed again at the pressure being put on her dick.  “You look ready to pop!” Georgia furiously pumped Iris’s pulsating dick as her fucking got more rigorous. Battering the dragon tamer turned moaning bitch’s rear end with neck breaking force. “Let me help you with that!!”  Iris tried to keep her screams of pleasure under control, but Georgia doesn’t just have a big dick. She knows how to use it as she shifted her hips up slightly to hit at her sweet spot. It also didn’t help that Iris loves anal. Every morning she has her Exadrill take his ten inch prick and shoved up her ass, while on some days she would have at least a foot long dildo for some Pokémon rammed up there for the whole day. Yesterday it was a Zebstrika’s plastic dick plugging her hole.  “Ah! Ah!” Georgia was relentless. Her hips blurring with her rapid fucking, forcing Iris into the dirt as she moaned helplessly. Her tongue hanging out loose, her coffee eyes unfocused as the unbridled pleasure rocked her body. Georgia pulled at Iris’s hair, tugging at her roots to make her scream louder.  “You may suck on choking on a dick, but your ass knows how take pounding!!”As degrading as Georgia’s words are, she honestly never fucked a girl’s ass this tight. Iris would loosen up just enough for her to pull out and tight up as soon as she rammed herself back in. Fitting sung around her pecker. She too was moaning almost uncontrollable, gripping the dark skinned trainer’s plump butt as ravished her.  She fucked a lot of girls. Most of weak trainers that couldn’t tell a fire type form a water type, all of them good lays. Like that Shauna cunt that she came into twelve times. Leaving her coated in her seed. Or that girl form hoenn who could ass was left gapping for a week. She even done some champions. Although they mostly had their way with her. When she imagined her self being reamed by Cynthia’s two foot long behemoth again, she fucked Iris’s harder and nearly came herself. But out of all the asses she took, Iris cute little rear takes the cake.  Iris’s ass clenched in its attempts to practically snapped Georgia’s dick off whenever she tried to pull out. The inside of her rival felt utterly wet as both her pre-cum and Iris’s spit splattered against her waist as they spilled out of Iris’s frim butt-hole. Her hand became sticky as she nearly fisted Iris’s dick. Georgia pumped her hand at blinding speeds, feeling it throb harder and harder as her soon to be new sex toy grew closer to climaxing.  With a mighty tug on her hair, Georgia pulled Iris’s hair back, making her yell as she rammed her huge fuck stick up inside her.  “Come on and cum you cunt!!!” With one more big thrust, Georgia rammed inside Iris who wailed as her dick burst and her twat squirted.  Blasting her spunk high in the air as her body grew limp form the massive climax. Her eye’s glazed up to the sky, covering herself in white with her own cum as it splattered all over her face. Some of it landing in her gaping mouth and drooling tongue as she smiled stupidly. Her arms hung to her sides, limp and tired like the rest of her. Her dick gave heavy twitches as she came almost endlessly along with convulsing pussy that showered the ground.  “Haa…haa…haaa.” She sighed in useless bless. Never cumming that hard in her life. Her dick kept spraying her lame body as Georgia continued to pump her for a minute until she just let it go. After five more spurts, the victor let Iris drop to the ground. Her ass still gripping Georgia like a Serperior.  “Mmmm…” Georgia and Iris both moaned as she pulled her dick out her. When it was finally free, Iris’s anus was left open. Gapping and pulsing as if begging to have Georgia fuck it again. Which she will. But she herself is on the verge of cumming and needs some desperate relief. Good thing she has a willing jizz bucket laying right in front of her.  “I’ve got to admit. That ass of yours is out of this world.” Georgia taunted, as she lightly stroked her own cock. “But it still not enough to get me to blow.”  Iris merely moaned weakly. Not really paying much attention with her butt stuck up in the air and her face laying in her own cum.  “But I know the best place to blow my load.” Georgia grabbed Iris by the legs, waking the girl out her post orgasmic high, and bending her on her shoulders. With her back up and parallel to the ground, Iris’s flaccid cock flopped downwards at her stomach while her cunt and gapping asshole point straight up into the sky.  Iris let out an unmistakably joyful shriek when Georgia plunged herself deep into Iris’s pussy. Iris’s cock became erect at a nearly painful speed, smack her stomach as it bounced with every fast and rough thrust of Georgia’s bitch breaking rod. Georgia didn’t need any lube, so she did hesitate to start pounding into Iris’s twat with back breaking force. The dragon tamer gasp and moaned helplessly as Georgia battered her womb with nearly three times as much force as her ass. Her dick once again making her horny little toy’s stomach distend in the form of her massive prick.  Iris didn’t pretend not to enjoy the brutal pace of Georgia’s reaming. Like before her tongue hung out helplessly with a dumb stuck and sluty grin on her face. She gasped in unbearable pleasure every time Georgia’s dick slammed into her womb. Her, drenched pussy, her quim splashed out whenever Georgia’s hips slammed into her. Her own cock bounced and bobbed, hitting her in the face with her own pre-cum.  “You lost on purpose didn’t you?” Georgia goaded out a laugh. Iris’s cunt constricting her like it was possessed, desperately trying to milk her. “Fuck! I know you’re a bitch but I didn’t you are such a cock slut!”  “Haa….” Is the cock sleeve’s only response as she came again. Covering her face with a cornucopia blasts of cum form her jumping dick. Painting her cum drunk coffee face white as the thick seed pleated her nose, forehead, and her eyes and dropping right into her mouth.  Her pussy twitched and spasmed as she squirted like a fountain. Nearly hitting Georgia in the face as it showed her. Iris couldn’t complain if she wanted to. The unforgiving, and brutal fucking is her bread and butter. Getting her throat reamed, her ass stretched, and her pussy broken are probably the only ways the get the cum bucket dragon tamer to orgasm. She even allowed a whole hoard of beedrill to fuck her and fill her with eggs when they went on a rampage in a town. Instead of battling and taking them out with her team, she bent her ass over and allowed all twenty of the raging bugs to shove their stingers as deep as they could in her waiting slit. “That’s it! Take my dick you slut bag!!”  Georgia panted and moaned with every thrust in Iris’s tight little hole. Her new cum dumpster for the next month has an exceptional hole. She always wanted to shove her dick in Iris’s sweet stanch.  Make the annoying little whore scream as she fucked her senseless. She loves fucking a good cunt. While take a dicking is all well and good, making some cocky little upstart like Iris her drooling bitch is her favorite pastime.  “Ugh fuck!!” Georgia bite back a moan, which is getting harder not to do. For a whore who would willingly fuck anything dick shaped, Iris’s pussy is amazing. It feels tight, but not too tight that she can’t fuck in and out of it at great speeds. And it’s utterly wet. A near river of the chocolate slut’s lust poured out her even before she came like Squritle’s water gun.  While Iris can’t beat Georgia in size, but damn can she beat in tightness and volume of jizz. Her little fuck toy has only cummed twice and she could fill at least three litters. And by god is it thick. It’s viscous and goopy like some form of syrup. If Iris had won the girl would have been gotten her pregnant for sure, if not fill her up like a balloon. Yet it doesn’t seem like her little paly mate doesn’t have much in terms of stamina.  “Haa...haa...ngh…ah…” While Iris simply drooled and gurgled on her own cum in fucked silly haze, her cock had grown almost weak and floppy as it bounced around as Georgia continued to reshape her cunt with her gut punching thrusts. It slowly grew back to its large size but it shot out its white honey all over its owner almost forcefully as soon as it got to maximum length then deflated again so it can spray its seed again.  While Georgia can’t cum as thick as Iris, her stamina is almost ungodly. Her first time a few years ago with some perky little trainer named Dawn and her mother. After she soundly beat Dawn in a Pokémon battle, she screwed both of them for nearly a full day straight. Filling them with so much of her cum them looked at least two months pregnant. Both of them becoming nothing but her babbling little sluts for her. Her size too is something she rather grateful for. The only thing bigger than her bitch breaker are cocks of larger Pokémon, legendary and horse types.  “Fuck!” Georgia dick started to beat harder and harder. The pressure of her seed building to its limit. “Take my load you stupid bitch!!!!” She gave one final roar and blasted her seed right inside Iris’s womb. Her blast of cum may not be as thick Iris’s but they can still fill a pussy quickly.  The bitch herself, Iris, cummed once again. Her dick erupting its jizz ten times. Covering her perky toffy chest, and hard nipples. Her clothes and body stained white with her own seed as her face is covered in the thick cum. dripping off her face in thick hefty globs. Georgia bucked her hips for all six shots of her seed. They both gasped and moaned hungrily. Their tongues falling out and eyes rolling back as both girls unloaded themselves.  “Mmmm…”Georgia sighed as she pulled her still hard cock out. Giving one last final squirt right in Iris’s face. Mixing her seed with dragon tamers own.  With her dick still hard, Georgia isn’t even far from done. Although, looking at the two Pokémon that have been ignoring them, she has sick little idea on how to really humiliate her dumb rival.  “Hey, cock hole.” Georgia gave Iris’s pussy a good hard slap with her dick to wake her up a little. However she only got a moaning gurgle out of her fucked stupid slut.  Georgia rolled her eyes as she lifted Iris up by her arms, “Shit. It’s hard to find good whores these days...”   Georgia sat on the ground while she spread Iris’s legs wide open. Her cunt gushing out Georgia’s cum, along with her limp dick that bobbed a weakly in front of her pussy. With a rather sadistic grin, Georgia pushed her dick swiftly into Iris’s ass, reforming her dick in Iris’s stomach as it bulged as she screamed. Iris woke up with her dick shooting its self-stiff, and Georgia shoving her cock in her ass and twisting her nipples.  “Glad to see you’re awake.” Georgia sneered. “You’re such a cock whore that all you need is a fucken dick in your ass to wake you!”  “Ugh...” Iris only moaned, wiggling her hips slightly in her ‘tormentors’ lap.  “Tch. Hungry little cock slut.” Georgia clicked her teeth and grabbed Iris’s dick tightly. “I’ll fuck you as much as you want, but you need to take care of our friends too.” She gave a quick whistle to catch Beartic’s and Haxorus’s attention.  “Hey you two!! If you’re not going to fight then at least do something useful!” She grinned at the two while she held open Iris’s gapping cunt as it oozed out her cum.  Both Pokémon looked at each other. They both have massive hard on since they really couldn’t ignore their master’s screwing each other. They planned on either leaving to find some other Pokémon to sedate their lust or fucking Iris later on since Georgia isn’t much of a fan of pokefucking. Much to Beartic’s ire.  “Bar?” Asked the ice bear Pokémon. Wondering if it’s oaky for him to mate with Haxorus’s master.  The dragon type scoffed with fanged grin. “Sar.” Haxorus has to share Iris with his whole team and anything else willing to fuck her. Heck there was one time where she lost a gym battle to a trainer that she keep picking on through their match. When Iris lost the trainer raped her ass in revenge and he joined her for the hell out it. In the end he wound up fucking them both.  With a shrug him and Beartic walked to the two trainers and took their respective places. Beartic was a little hesitant to take Iris’s mouth, his ten inch long and five inch wide veiny red rocket bobbing as it rested on Iris’s drooling face. But when her tongue snaked out to gently lick his ruby balls, her chocolate eyes looking up at him with need. Desperately begging him to fuck her mouth.  He threw all hesitation out the window. He snatched her bushy hair by the root with his claws, and rammed his dick straight down her throat. He humped furiously, slamming his hips and Iris’s face almost painfully into his groin.  Choking and gagging the bitch with glee. Stuffing her throat and making it bulge out with every rampaging thrust. Her eyes watered and turned upwards form the lack of air and uncaring throat raping. Iris dick let out a few weak spurts of precum as Beartic owned her mouth. Never taking her head fully of his cock so she can suck and moan weakly. Letting her head be used as his personal relief tool.  Haxorus however took another approach. He crouched down a little, his eleven inch ridded crimson monster bouncing with hunger. The tip curved and pointed up. He lifted Iris off Georgia’s cock slightly, the trainer worried that the Pokémon would just take back its owner, but instead, he started to push his dragon cock up against hers in Iris’s ass. When the tip was through he ruthlessly hammered his dick right in Iris’s already stuffed hole and started fucking her relentlessly. Along with Georgia who took a moment to regain her thoughts, and started alternate her thrusts with the dragon type. Taking Iris’s limp arms to pull her deeper on both their dicks while Haxorus took her shoulders to keep her steady as they both practically ruined her anus. Iris went utterly limp. Cumming twice in succession, as her two of her favorite holes are stuffed to the brim. Her dick shooting twenty shots of its thick seed in the air, pumping itself hard while her filled cunt squirted out her fem-cum as well.  “Ha ha! You fucking sow!” Georgia sneered, not even pausing in her’s and Haxorus’s reaming of Iris’s ass. “You love pokey dick so much that your own Pokémon didn’t even pause into screwing your slutty ass. Hell you’re even gobbling on my Beartic’s dick like it’s the greatest cock on Earth!”  She gave a hard thrust and Iris muffled out another orgasm. “I bet you would love to get fucked by a bunch of Hypnos or Arcanines!! You Pokémon cock hole!!” Said pokemon cock slut could only let out a gagging moan as they all reamed her gloriously. Iris is in utter bless. Besides having her throat and ass utterly brutalized by a dick, Iris’s love Pokémon cock. Rapidash dick. Hypno prick. Ninetales knots. Nidoking cunt crushers. Iris’s adores fucking Pokémon. She would go out her way at times just to get pussy rearranged by a feral Pokémon. The more wild and dominate the better. Their dicks always have this heavy overpowering musk that makes her want to submit to them. Bending over so they could take her whichever way they liked. Her ass, her cunt, her throat, anyway hole they wanted to own, she is all more than willing to allow whatever Pokémon to have it.  “Glugk. Mph. Gulkl.” She enjoys having them rub their massive smelly cocks in her face. The red, purple, or blue shafts making her throat red and hoarse form their powerful fucking their smell and forceful nature alone makes her drool and moan like the whore she is. Although barely awake, her body reacts normally. Sucking desperately on Beartic’s cock and squeezing both Georgia’s massive monster and her Haxorus’s amazing red beast.  She will take on someone’s full Pokémon team without a single thought. For four days in the Honen region, Iris was fuck by a pack of Mightyena’s that kidnapped her when she went for a walk one night. For four days, the pack of twelve males’ gang fucked her with no remorse as she was their breeding bitch. She became friends with the pack in the end and visits every now and then for a few days of fucking.  Drooling over Beartic’s dick, Iris thought back to her first poke dick. A monstrous and pissed off Zebstrike and Rapidash that both brutalized her all her holes for a full hour and left her in the woods for more Pokémon to fuck her senseless. Form Aipom that slapped her ass pure red, to Machamps that filled her belly to the brim. After that Iris bowed before the joys of Pokémon screwing.  “Your ass is just like you isn’t it!?” Georgia taunted, doubling her fucking as her dick rubbed against Haxorus’s ribbed dick. “A gaping hole desperately begging for prick to fill it, you anal slut!”  Although Georgia herself isn’t one for fucking Pokémon, she has to admit, rubbing her dick against the smooth bumpy skin of the dragon in Iris’s ungodly tight ass, already is bringing her to her limit. She thought she owns the title of bitch breaker, but her Beartic and Haxorus showed the tan Pokémon whore no quarter. Using Iris like a cum rag doll. Making her bounce limply on their dicks as they used like a cheap toy. Her dick flopping around form the raw power of the Pokémon’s fucking.  Their impressive members making Iris’s body stretch almost like rubber. Her stomach rapidly bulged in out ever time Georgia and Haxorus thrusted in and out of her with a rhythmic motion. When she shot in, he pulled out. When he rammed his prick balls deep in his master, she pulled out. They moved in sync, savagely destroying their cumdumpster’s ass.  Bartica started to growl as he reached his peak. Iris’s head becoming a blur as he speed up his thrust in an attempt to suffocate the trainer with his dick. With a mighty roar he slammed her head down on his dick so she would bottom out and his cum fired out his dick like cannon. Like all Pokémon, his thick wads of jizz felt like trying to swallow sweet molasses and the force of the spurts felt like punch to the face. She swallowed gracefully, drinking his seed joyfully. But she couldn’t swallow fast enough as his cum blasts power through her sealed lips, and shooting out her nose. Beartic didn’t stop cumming even when Haxorus and Georgia started to reach their own ends.  “Take my cum you Pokémon cock slut!!” Georgia roared as both her and Haxorus hilted themselves inside Iris and unleashed their seed. Haxorus cummed like a fire hose. All of his blasts of jizz is about a litters worth. Expanding Iris’s stomach with every pump and shot of his seed inside his whore of a master. After her normal six to seven shots, Georgia has stopped cumming but the Pokémon kept going. Another reason Iris love fucking Pokémon, they cum almost endlessly. Young Pokémon only cum about ten times, fully evolved shot their load at least eighteen or more.  Iris came along with them, her cock shooting her biggest load as she her cunt nearly flooding the ground with her qium. And she kept cumming every minute, shower herself with her seed. The whole ordeal lasted for three minutes. They all came and filled her relentlessly as her belly blew up, making her look beyond pregnant. Beartic was the first to finish. Removing her head for his cock and she panted listlessly with her tongue just limply hanging and drooling his seed. He shot two more thick wads of cum on her already jizz covered face before lightly slapping her face with still hard prick. Dragging her face across it and to his sack. Resting her face on it as he held her limp body up by her hair.  Her Pokémon and Georgia pulled out her letting gallons of their cum seeped out her. They both copied Beartic and rested their dicks on Iris’s cock beaten face. Letting the cock lover take in their heavy scent of their harsh fucking wash over her.  Iris, in a pure fucked dumb haze, joyfully let them rub their members over her face. Calming her as their sluty dick sleeve with their dripping seed.  Georgia smiled viciously. She knew fucking Iris would be great, but finding out how much of Pokémon cock slut by having her get fucked by her’s and Iris’s own Pokémon was a dream come true. However all of their cocks are still hard and Iris is their loyal bitch that’s going to take care it.  “Don’t worry.” Georgia sneered as all three of them shoved their dicks into Iris’s mouth. Stretching it to its limit as they all started fuck her face lightly with three massive dick’s choking Georgia’s personal cum bucket. “We have a whole month to break a stupid cock slut like you.”  Epilogue Six months later “Wow so she became the Shinnoh region contest champion huh?”  Georgia looked genially surprised when the older woman told her that her daughter, Dawn, actually achieved her dream. The older woman, in her mid-thirties, looked younger then she appears with her youthful look. Her bright blue eyes sparked with a bright joy of life and her smile is warm and inviting. The only way to tell that this woman is even a mother is by her busty chest that was being squeezed out her long sleeved shirt with a low cut V that give a generous view of her cleavage. The blue jeans hug her wide motherly hips in a tight and tantalizing way where every step she steps makes her butt wiggly and bounce. Johanna is, in laymen terms, is a class A milf.   They both are in a café in Jubilife city eating lunch. Georgia had come back to visit her old friend and her mother after a few months of traveling to catch up.  “Y-yup.” Johanna said little shaky as she flushed a deeper shade of red. “S-She’s even gotten a few…rec-recommendations form the elite four.”  Georgia looked honestly impressed. “Huh, guess she’s gotten a hell of a lot better since last time I beat her.” She took a sip of her coffee with cocky grin. “May be I should ask her for another battle.”  “Ah!” Johanna could hold back her moan as gripped the edges of the table.  Georgia looked under the table to glare at girl under currently pumping her throbbing dick with one hand and swallowed Johanna’s nine inch pecker as the busy came down her throat.  “What have I told you about making other people cum before me?” Georgia deadpanned.  Iris hummed as hungry drunk the older woman’s seed.  A black spiked collar is around her neck as she squatted down in her slutty school girl outfit that Georgia made her put on. Her shirt only to stopped at her belly button and was open to let her hard nipples hit the cold air of the café. Her criminally short skirt stopped just at the tip of her bouncy ass to show her gaping cunt and gapping anus as it drip with cum form when both Johanna, Georgia, and Johanna’s purr lion fucked her a few hours ago. Her own dick is stick out tall and hard form under her skirt to drip is stick pre-cum on the floor.  With satisfying pop, Iris pulled Johanna’s cock out her mouth and licked her lips after drinking her treat. She smirked at her master for six months, some of the milf’s cum dribbling down her chin.  “Best six out ten?”  Georgia sneered. Placing her hands behind her head her and resting her head against the back of her chair. If felt good to win a bet.  “You’ve got five minutes.” 

Chapter 7 - Chapter 6

Twilight Fuckfest chapter 6 Zelda is starting to think the goddess have been playing with her. After her run in with the bokoblins, Zelda went to help the rest of the monkeys. Even though she can't understand them, she got a clear realization of that their leader went mad and has kidnapped his group. Locking them up in his chamber and around the temple surrounded by monsters. The curse on the temple having rotten his mind. The few monkeys she saved lead her around the temple to find their friends. Making her hop over chasms, and solve rather tricky but interesting puzzles. Zelda was even able to find out more about the previous people who lived here, the Kokori, form a few etched words on the walls. In all it was a thrilling experience. Nothing she could have done while being locked up in the castle. Is what one part of her would say. Another part is getting rather annoyed by the constant sexual attacks from the monsters. Ture her body is rather enjoying it. Like the time a Deku Bada wrapped around her and squeezed her beast. Or how a Bokoblin had ambushed her and forced her to gobble his cock. But it is starting to get silly know. Still. Zelda can't help but wonder what has put the demons into such a sexual frenzy. While not exactly dangerous, it still puzzles her as to why the sudden change in tactics. Do they plan to fuck Hyrule to its knees? If so, dying after your spent is a rather silly way to go about it. Either way she can't dwell on those thoughts as she looked at the large wooden door before her. Circular like all the others, but with more vines and a dark aura surrounding. Judging by how the monkeys, brave things that helped her fight off a few monsters, cowered in fear at door. Proving that this is where their leader lies. Nodding to herself, Zelda readied her blade before using magic to pull the door aside. Four tall pillars surrounded the room. Like the rest of temple, vines and wooden walls and floors made the shape of the circular room. In the middle of the room, stood a large monkey. The tan furred beast stood as taller than her with demonic glare in its eye. Ripping with muscles and power form the darkness in the body. Although she couldn't help but blush at his red, ten-inch cock that beaten with tribble lust. Zelda tore her eyes away from the lovely sight and focused on the real problem. On its head was a disgusting bug. Which Zelda noticed as the cause for the animal's corruption. In his hand is a large boomerang covered in a dark mist. At first, Zelda thought was the same wind fairy boomerang that Link has told her about. But, lucky it is only a simple replica, yet it doesn't make it any less dangerous. The corrupted animal shirked as it noticed her and threw its weapon. Zelda easily side-stepped the weapon as it whooshed by her hair. And nearly avoided the back swing as the weapon came flying back behind her. Catching his weapon, the ape roared in outrage and leaped to one of the columns. Zelda gave chase, her sowrd drawn for to defend herself as she thought of a plan. She can't kill the animal. The monkey itself is innocent, it's the bug on its head that is the real evil. If she can knock the monkey out with some light magic, the she can easily slay the parasite without harming the monkey. As the monkey leaped from pillar to pillar, Zelda threw small balls of magic. Yet the monkey swiftly flipped and jumped away from the princess's attack. Much to her anger. The dark parasite on its head made it more nimble and smarter than a normal monkey. As the monkey threw its deadly boomerang, Zelda spun as she charged her magic to blast the pillar apart. Only for her to forget about the weapons ability to fly back to its wielder. "Kyha!?" The queen of Hyrule fell forward as the boomerang slammed into her back. Her sowrd flying out her hand as she fell with rear pointed in the air. For a moment, she sat there dazed and out of breath form being hit. Barely noticing the ape dropping down behind her and glaring at her perky butt. Remembering how that hero beat him by wailing on his own backside. Now is a good time for revenge. "Eek!?" Zelda screamed in shock as she felt a stinging slap on her right butt cheek. She yelled as another slap landed on her the left side of her ass. The monkey held nothing back as it hit Zelda's butt repeatedly with its palm. Zelda, in both shock and shame could only take the monkey's abuse. Her ass jiggling with ever hit. The monkey's hand leaving bright red marks as Zelda's butt shook and bounced with every slap. Throughout all the rape she's been through Zelda hasn't felt any more degrading then now. Forced on her hands and knees with her tush raised in the air while a beast constantly slaps her butt like a common whore. It didn't help that she is enjoying it. With every hit on her ass, her twitching pussy grew wetter. Staining her panties and changing her yelps of pain in the joyful moans. Even though she was gritting her teeth to hold gasps back, a daze smile graced her lips while she was being abused. Treated like a play thing by some beast. Being beaten into submission like a masochistic bitch is a secret kink of her apparently. The monkey enjoyed the squeals the woman made as he smacked her butt around. His harden shaft twitched with lust. But he held back for now. If only to teach this woman a lesson for messing with him. "Ahhh! ~" Zelda let loose a shuddering orgasm. Her pussy firing off a deluge of her quim that soaked through her thong. Her body shook as she eyes rolled up in pleasure. The monkey didn't pause in its slapping as the whore queen of Hyrule quivered in her post orgasm. He gave one final powerful wack that made Zelda gasp one last time. While Zelda panted, trying to regain her senses, the corrupted monkey mounted her. Shoving her head in the ground with one hand while tearing off her underwear with the other. Without any ceremony, the demonic ape slammed his meaty cock deep into Zelda's anus. Putting his other hand on her head, the ape railed deep into his new fuckhole. "Sho bigish! Cocksih!" Zelda babbled nonsenses as her body was ruined with pleasure again. Her tongue drooling out. Her cheek rubbing against the dirt as her ass was beaten by the demonic ape's big cock. Her deep blue eyes went cross-eyed with ecstasy while her belly bulged. Expanding to accommodate the foot-long monster in her rear. The ape lost his own self to the tightness of Zelda's ass. His hips a blur as he pushed deep into the royal slut. Growling at how tight she gripped as his balls wailed against her throbbing clit. It is utterly satisfying to get back at a Hylian. While it isn't the same Hylian that beat him before, he was going to break this bitch into the ground for her friend's actions. He pulled Zelda's head back by her hair. Arching her body up while he shot his hips up in her in a frantic frenzy. His hand coming down hard on her ass as he got back into slapping her bright red butt as he continued you ruin her. Zelda's perky breast bounced free of her shirt from the hectic fucking. Letting her steel harden nipples hit the cold air of the temple as she is being brutally railed into. "My assish! Sho good! Ahhh~" Zelda came twice in a row as her body was man handled by the beast. Completely giving into the brutal pounding of her anus. The ape squeezed Zelda's ass as a short warning sign of his coming ejaculation. He came furiously while pounding away at her. Thick globs of white squirted form Zelda's rear as the monkey's cock throbbed. Firing thick load deep in the queen's stomach while his hips pounded away. The randy ape paused for a moment to scoop up Zelda by her legs and held the back of her head form under her arms. Folding her body up in a full nelson, the ape restarted his rampage with three times as much vigor. Dropping Zelda on his while at the same time shoving it upwards into her belly. His sack flying as he power thrusted in Zelda's tight rear. "Ohhhh~!" Zelda threw her head back as she came again. Her gaping pussy fired a wave of her arousal. Staining the ground as she went limp like a rag doll. Her stomach shrinking and growing in time with her abuser's thrust. Any ressistance, if she had any, was broken down by monster cock. The queen wailed and gasped while the ape used her like a fuck toy. It's pervious load splashing to the ground as it was pushed out of Zelda's asshole. The rough fucking causing some of it to gush out on the ground. Not that it matters since the raging ape would soon replace that lost seed. The monster sized up its movements and cummed even harder than before. A flood of jizz pumping out of the ape's thick cock head and filling the queen's belly. Making it grow a few sizes as Zelda jolted with tiny shocks of orgasm. Fucked dumb and barely conscious, the great queen of Hyrule let her pussy twitch nonstop. Constantly cumming even as the monkey's member went flaccid and drop her on the ground. Zelda fell face first into the dirt that is drench in monkey cum. Her gaping red tush seeping cum as she kept cumming. Weakly moaning with drool leaking out her post orgasmic smile. The monkey on the other hand fell to its back. The evil bug on its forehead fell off and blew up in puff of smoke. Slowly the monkey regained his thoughts. Not knowing where it was, or why there is a moaning human on the ground in front of him, he shrieked. Turning tail and taking to the trees to escape whatever madness was going on. While Zelda only twitched weakly. A little happy, and sad, that there are no other monsters nearby.

Chapter 3 - Ino and the Horse Demons-(Futa, monster.)

Ino and the Horse Demons  ‘Take the mission’ I said. ‘It’ll be a cake walk’ I said.’  Ino was slammed into the ground and pinned down with a heavy hoof on her back.  “I am never listening to me again…” Grumbled the blond ninja with a cough.  Ino has her face in the dirt with a massive hand holding her head down. The hand belonged to one of the two demons looming over her. Eight-foot-tall beasts that stand up right on the legs of horses and have their rest of their bodies sculpted by a god that read Ino’s diary. The sixteen-year-old girl is whore for muscles.  Tight abs, and rippling biceps, are things that will get her loins going. And theses’ monsters have that in spades. Slim tone stomachs with a nice set of powerful chests. Arms almost big as her head. If only they weren’t monsters, and have the heads of horses, she wouldn’t mind a nice roll in the sack with them.  Ino tried to struggled under the demon’s grip but to no avail. It was meant to be a simple mission. Below even E-rank. The local town was having some trouble with some ‘wild horses’. So, she thought she make a quick buck and give herself something to do today. And, either because of a typo or some god really wanting to fuck with her, the wild horses were wild demon horses with power of sages.  ‘Seriously, fuck my life.’ The shinobi thought with a growl.  “What should we do with her Dozgo?” Asked the demon holding her down. His voice young sounding and clam.  “Heh heh.” The other demon beside them gave a chest rumbling chuckled deeply. An older and more rough speech then his friend. “She’s perfect. Even better since she’s a ninja.”  “You guys aren’t going to get away with this!” Ino sneered at them.  “That makes things easier.” Commented the younger demon above her. “I really didn’t want to destroy that village. It would have attracted too much attention.”  And they completely ignored her.  “Ba ha ha!!” Laughed the older demon. “Your smart, Glave, but you truly need to enjoy the simpler things life.” Dozgo walked in front of Ino. Pushing his loincloth to the side to present his molted black and red horse cock. While it wasn’t erect, it is a full foot in length and got Ino to turn pink in shame.  Dozgo smirked at Ino’s response. “Like breaking a human girl.” “Hm. Ture.” Glave pushed his loin cloth aside to show his monster member. “It’s been a while since I let loose.” “W-wai-Mm!?” Ino wanted to protest, but Dozgo shoved her face into his meaty balls. She kept her mouth closed, but her nose took in the demon’s musky scent. The smell is thick, heavy with dominance. “M-Mmmm…” Ino’s body started to heat up. Sure, she’s can be a sucker for a fat cock, but this isn’t the situation to get horny.  “Heh. Like the smell human?” Dozgo chuckled. Rubbing Ino’s face deeper into his taint. “When we demons get horny, nearly everything about us becomes an aphrodisiac for you humans. Form our smell to our cum.” Ino started to struggle. Putting what little chakra she has in her hands to try and break free. But the powerful odor started to make her nipples stiffen. Her chest heaving as she breathed in deeper. Forced to breathe through her nose so she wouldn’t have to take the demon’s sack in her mouth. Her own member throbbed in her lacy black thong.  Its bulge poked through her skirt and its pre-cum gave a darken it. Showing the demons, the effects of the drugged laced in their bodies. The shinobi’s resistant waned as a result. Her struggling stopping and her thighs rubbing her together. Squeezing her cock to get a low growl of lust form her throat.  The younger demon pushed his own cock into Ino’s face. Smearing her cheek with his pre-ejaculate.  “She appears to be losing it.”  “Ah…” In a haze, Ino opened her mouth. In hindsight, it was a mistake, but the alluring taste in her mouth said otherwise.  The demons taste is just like his smell. Deep, and heavy with male musk. She savored it. Giving a deep suck with her lips. Moaning at the flavor, Ino stuck her tongue out to lick what she couldn’t take in her lips.  Dozgo chuckled. Feeling the ninja’s mouth suckle his member. Her tongue eagerly lashing at the demon’s sack, her groaned in pleasure. Ino showing her superior skills in her affections. Rolling her tongue underneath his harden prick then fallowing the trail of one his juicy veins up to his massive head. Her hand moved up fondled Glave’s dick. Dainty fingers massaged the demon’s length with great care.  Ino moved her hand up to the cock’s flared head. Teasing it’s pisshole with her fingers before tickling her way down to the base. Then traveling back up again. Creasing the demon’s marvelous length.  While Glave growled at Ino’s touch, Dozgo grabbed the drugged ninja by her head and forced her to deepthroat his length. Spreading her mouth wide and stretching her gullet. The large bulge in her throat pulsated as she choked. Gagging helplessly as the horse demon held his whole cock inside her mouth.  “Ah. That’s why I love human girls.” Dozgo grumbled with toothy grin. Giving one good thrust into her face. “Nice and tight.” Getting the full force of the demon’s scent, made Ino’s body overload with ecstasy. The blonde’s eyes rolled up as she came hard. Ino moaned as her cock stained her panties with her cum. Firing her jizz rapidly as the demon started to thrust in mouth. Pumping his hips at a brutally brisk pace and slamming the ninja’s face into his stomach with his hands. “Gulk! Mmph!” Ino gagged and moaned. Her cock spewing out it’s jizz time Dozgo bottomed out in Ino’s throat. The relentless assault on her mouth kept making her orgasm. Her purple skirt turned darker from the many blast of sperm the spilled in her underwear. With Ino’s mind hazy form the demon’s natural musk, she became utterly submissive. Although the feeling is nothing new. Back in Konaha, she lets her sex friend Sakura have her way in any way possible. Her pink haired lover would slam her head down and rail Ino’s cunt as hard as she could. Things get even crazier when Lady Tsunade joins in and they spit roast the blonde. Ino is not going to deny she is a massive slut. The demons may not have even needed to use their pheromones to convince Ino to let them use her to their hearts content. They could have just asked and she would have been on her knees in second. Not that it would change her current position of getting face fucked by one horse dick beast and giving a hand job to another. A rather sloppy hand job giving her dazed state, but a hand-job none the less.  With her mind in a haze and face constantly being thrashed into Dozgo’s body, Ino’s body is nearly limp. She could barely lick the demon’s bulging shaft let alone continue handling Glave’s monstrous member. Her arm ultimately went limp and she let Dozgo get even faster with his thrust.  “Hm.” Glave, feeling left out, snatched Ino off Dozgo’s dick by her pony tail and force feed her his.  Being the kinder of the two, Glave didn’t immediately start bashing Ino’s gullet with his member. He did however hold her down as she deep throated his shaft. Cutting off the girl’s oxygen, but she didn’t seem to mind. Finally, being able to regain some air, she started fondling Glave’s sack.  Dozgo laughed at his old friend. “Ha ha! Couldn’t keep your cool huh?”  Glave only growled at his pleasures in response. Ino willingly deep throated Glave’s whole shaft, moaning at his scent. Her tongue twirled at the base of what she couldn’t suck. Glave’s grip on her hair loosened. Slowly Ino started bobbing her head back and forward. Gobbling on Glave’s equine member. Looking up at the demon, with slutty blue eyes begging him to assault her mouth. Yet Glave is a bet gentler; For a demon.  Dozgo’s the one who loves to quickly break a human. However, Glave would rather seduce them then tame them into submission. It’s the thrill of the hunt. Convincing the heart of another to fall into depravity with only honeyed words or stealing one lover form another. It’s more exciting then raping and snapping a woman into a raging harlot.  Being a demon however doesn’t negate him from his primal urges. And it is rather hard to resist fucking this ninja’s mouth like his cock is on fire. It was clear Ino was a pro in the field of pleasing a dick.  She sucked slowly, but not too hard and used her tongue at the same time. Licking his rod as bobbed her head. She been deep throating his fourteen-inch member for a full minute and has yet to come up for air.  “Mm. She truly is talented.” Glave complemented Ino on skill as he pulled her of his cock.  “Haaa....mmm...thanks…” Between licking Glave’s cock head, Ino hazily thanked the demon for the complement.  Dozgo grinned mischievously. Taking hold of Ino’s ponytail as she lovely gobbled Glave’s cock. “Let’s see how talented…”  For a moment, the older demon pulled the overly eager whore form his friend’s member. And without pause, rammed both his and Galve’s shafts down the kounchi’s gullet. Ino choked and gagged violently. Her throat, now with bulging with two large cocks in them, snaked around their dicks with her erratic breathing.  “Mmmph!” Without warning Ino’s throbbing pole came again as Dozgo growled his satisfaction. Pumping his hip as drive his shaft in and out of Ino’s mouth. Rubbing against Glave equally wet one. Making the demon hunch over to hold himself steady on Ino’s shoulders as the feeling hit him in waves.  Both demons groaned as their cock’s pulsated deep in Ino’s mouth. The blonde’s eyes disappeared in the back of her head as she started to loss her will to breath. Dozgo started pumping his hips while his comrade held Ino in place. To both monster’s shock they felt themselves cumming rather quickly.  Doubling teaming a girl’s throat is nothing new for the demons, but no conquest has come close to getting them to cum this quickly. Even with Ino drifting into unconsciousness, she constantly sucked them off. Gagging and coughing like a pro while their sacks throbbing on her chin and face.  “Ugh!” Grunting, Glave pulled up and finished himself off with his hands. Pumping his cock and cumming greatly on Ino’s face while Dozgo ejaculated deep into her stomach. Glave covered Ino’s face in a thick white deluge. Each heavy shot hit her with a thick splat as she guzzled down Dozgo’s every spurt.  The gallons of sperm unleashed form Dozgo out poured Ino’s mouth a nose. With every tightening of the demon’s balls, another massive blast of jizz poured for his cock head. The force of them coming made Ino herself a once against stain her skirt with her own orgasm. Both demon showered Ino with their seed for a while. Eventually they stopped, leaving Ino dazed with sperm.  Dozgo pulled his stiff erection out. Letting Ino finally breath out bubbles of cum as she returned to reality. She fell on her back listless, while the demons regains their breath.  “By the nine…” Glave sighed. While he was still hard, he hasn’t cummed like that in eons.  “Couldn’t agree with you more.” Drogo chuckled. “Hot damn. I don’t think even a succubus could suck that good.”  “She must be spent however.” Glave sounded a little disappointed. Human girls don’t really last all that long. Stronger women take a good gallon of cum swallowing to fully submit, but this ninja is clearly weaker. She fell to their cocks by just their smell along.  Dozgo shrugged. While he wouldn’t mind fucking this girl while she was incoherent, sometimes hearing young one’s like this begging for him stop is sublime to the senses. “We can just use her cunt. I mean if her mouth is that tight then her pussy must be- “ Dozgo’s mouth shut closed when he turned to Ino. Who was bent over, black thong pulled around her waist, and wiggly her tight rear. Her pussy is glinting wet, dripping with arousal as it twitched with lust. With one hand, she was pumping her six-inch cock, her ball sack jumping in anticipation. With her other hand, she spread her anus as it blinked at them waiting for their cocks to fill it.  “Y-You’re not done, yet right?” She panted, oozing with lust and sexual allure. Desperately begging while licking her lips, and playing with her slit.  Both demons looked at each other with shocked wide eyes. Then they both scrambled up towards Ino. Their cocks hard and eager. “Eep~!” The eager tart squeaked, as Dozgo picked up a giggling Ino and spread legs over his aching cock. Her dribbling pussy and five-inch staff exposed to the cold made her shiver with more than anticipation. However instead ramming his member in Ino’s cunt, Dozgo stab Ino’s perky anus. Ino let out ear shattering moan as her stomach was stretched. A huge bulge in the shape of Dozgo’s member pulsated in her gut.  The demon wasted no time railing Ino’s rear. Taking her by the arms and pounding away at her tight orifice. He grunted in enervation while he tried his best to permanently leave Ino’s ass gaping. The task was proving to quite taxing with Ino’s anus being heavenly sung. Gripping around his dick in a sweet firm grasp.  While Ino’s own fuckstick bounced around, on the very verge of cumming, Glave wanted to taste her mouth again. Grabbing Ino’s pony tail he bent her body forward and thrusted right into Ino’s mouth. Spit roasting the ninja between their massive cocks and rutting wildly. Stuffing Ino full of demonic horse knob made her mind go completely blank in orgasmic bless.  The demons manhandled her beautifully. Their merciless pounding is relentless and she loved every quaking slam of the monster’s hips in her. She could barely voice her pleasure with the beast constant plugging of her holes but she didn’t hide it. Sticking her tongue to lick whatever she couldn’t suck, and looking up at Glave while groaning into his cock.  Ever with Glave doing most of the work, Ino showed herself not to be a lazy slut. She sucked and swallowed back. Wrapping her arms around the demon’s tight butt to pull her even closer to his crotch. As Ino’s body was being rag dolled between the two, her erect pecker dribbled its pre-cum. Swinging around wildly her cunt is a waterfall of arousals. Ino gleefully let herself be drowned into debauchery.  Every rocketing thrust form Dozgo made Ino’s tight ass jiggle. Tempting the demon to giving it a nice tantalizing smack. But he can only bear his fangs and grunt with a devilish tight hole holding his dick. While he was on the verge of cumming, his comrade threw his head back and came with a mighty roar. Another powerful orgasm drowns Ino’s stomach. Making it grew slightly with every thick load of jizz that she swallowed. Ino responded by happily pulling Glave closer to her face. Squishing her nose right into the demon’s pubic hair. The white spunk fired form her nostrils and oozed out her lips as so much of it was poured into the little cum bucket.  Glave had to roughly pull Ino off his hard rod as she continued to greedily drink his seed after he had stopped cumming.  “Mmm. Soo good~” Ino moaned with a delirious smile. Dozgo had paused in his butt fucking to place his new cock sleeve on the ground and on her shoulders. Having her own cock, which is ready to burst, point down at her face while Dozgo turned to hunch over and grip the teenage ninja’s butt.  “Mmm! Yes!” Ino moaned as Dozgo resumed his anal reaming. Piledriving his cock into her while the horny blonde let loose a slew of moans and cruses of pleasure.  “Damn! A whore like you knows how keep her ass tight huh?” Dozgo panted. Finding himself a little shocked to be out of breath.  “Yes! Please wreck my ass!” Ino pleaded. Spreading her pussy as the demon’s balls slapped against her own.  Glave, still having one more load in him, positioned himself over Ino. His molted color horse cock pointed right at Ino’s quivering pussy. He rubbed his flared head against the little slut’s clit. Forcing her to hump, rubbing herself on Glave’s rod to get his cock inside her.  “That’s not how a whore begs.” Glave grunted. Slapping Ino’s pussy, making her squeak with cum drunk smile. “If a whore want’s her treat, what does she say?”  “Cock! Cock! Give me more of your cock!!” Ino showed no shame and shouted her desire. Trying to see if her friends in Konaha could hear her.  “Good girl.” Glave gave her what she wanted and filled her pussy to brim with his shaft.  “Ahhh!” Ino came as soon as Glave bottomed out inside her. Covering her face with her own jizz while she gasped open and wildly. Drinking her seed as spurted like mad.  With two demon rutting inside her, Ino could only jabber her moans drunkenly. The ecstasy of her body being defiled by two demon’s shafts is too much for her. Her belly grew and shrunk in the form of stallion cocks. The demons alternated their powerful thrusts. As Glave slammed into her pussy Dozgo dragged his shaft out. They drive their cock’s home at the same time. Glave fucks her fast, his hips a blur as he pounded her. Dozgo punched through her asshole with slow un kind and pulverizing plunges.  The two-demons held nothing back as they both came one final time. Hilting themselves deep in Ino’s holes, they flooded Ino’s orifices with their jizz one last time. Their flared heads pumped their deluge of white breeding liquid into both her gaping holes.  The filling of being stuffed made the slutty shinobi cum again. But as her cock twitched none of her seed was fired out. Finally spent, a single droplet of clear goo dripped from her head while her pussy spasmed and squeezed the demons for all their worth.  When they couldn’t give any more of their hellish spunk, the demons pulled their soft dicks out of Ino. Their gooey discharge seeped out of the little slut as she fell out. Her tongue hanging out and eyes utterly un focused with a cheery smile. Her body twitched in her post high, as she finally passed out. Gleefully covered in jizz.   “S-Satan’s cunt….” Dozgo panted out. His and Glave’s cock finally spent as they hung limp and listless.  “I honestly thought I felt what heaven maybe like. Heh, those Angels must have it made…” Glave sighed. Unable to hid his smile and small laugh. “Never have I met a human that drain both of us dry.”  “Maybe we should take her with us.” Dozgo suggested. Turning a ninja into a succubus is a lot harder given their connection to the elements and chakra. But just the image of this ninja becoming a lust driven demon, made his flaccid pecker hurt in need.  “And deal with the bijuu? This is their domain. And you’ve seen her head band, right? She belongs to the bastard Kurama.” The smarter of the two demons shook his head the idea. No matter how inviting it maybe.  “Were lucky enough to even invade every now and then with them being sealed and all.” Glave sighed, digging in his back pokect, and pulling out some ink and a scroll.  “Ugh. Good point.” Dozgo paled at the thought of meeting any of the tailed beast or the Jinchuuriki. “I like my soul where it is and not shoved up my ass. What are you doing?”  Dozgo watched as his partner wrote some old writing on the scroll.  “If we can’t bring her to us, then she’ll have to bring us to her.” Glave bit his finger and write his name in his blood.  “Ah.” Dozgo realized. “A summon scroll. You always have to be the clever one eh?” The demon chuckled as he bites his own finger and wrote his name.  “If I wasn’t, you’d be in purgatory right about now.” Glave sighed with little humor.  He looked at Ino’s cum covered twitching body and placed the scroll next to her.  “Now, let’s get out here before we jinx ourselves and have a run in with the ox or something.” Dozgo stretched, worn out by the day’s events. “Yup. I don’t think I fuck anyone else after that.” With that both demon vanished in a puff of smoke. Leaving Ino with a smile and her first summoning contract. 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

 disclaimer: I do not own Zelda and all the characters are legal of age.    Chapter 1   The legend of Zelda: Twilight Fuckfest   The white stallion raced down the rickety wooden bridge. Particles of black twilight licked at both the long haired brunette rider and her stead. Her royal white dress was stained with the dirt that kicked up from her three mile ride form Hyrule castle. She pushed her horse to race faster and jump the last few feet of the bridge just before the walled darkness closed on them. The rider pulled the rinse on her horse, calming the beast down as he slowed down in front of the clear lake of Ordon.               Her crystal blue eyes gazed at the tall wall of twilight. Queen Zelda, the princess of destiny, has lost her kingdom. Again. Two years in a row. However this time it is more of a mystery. The Twilight mirror is gone yet darkness has covered the land again. When she had seen the first drop of twilight form the window of her room she immediately rushed to her horse to find Link. The blanket of darkness shadowed over all Hyrule’s provinces in the two days her horse and her ran nonstop to Link’s old home.             And even odder is that the reach of the twilight stopped. It didn’t appear to head any further than then Ordon. She wanted to investigate this however, both she and her horse are now drastically tired. She climbed off her the noble beast and guided him to the fairy filled spring to drink and rest before heading to the village to look for Link.               “Princess of Destiny….”               The bright golden light blinded her for a second as it formed into a trail ordonian goat that it is the great light spirit Ordona.  She isn’t surprised by the spirit, however she was surprised that it addressed her.               “Link, the chosen hero, has disappeared. He is gone into the dark realm.”               The princess eyes widen in shock. It would explain how the twilight was able to cover half of Hyrule again. But how is this possible? The fuse shadows are with Midna in the twilight realm, but the mirror was destroyed so how can anything form the twilight make it through.            The sprit lifted its head towards the forest temple in Foron woods, “There is….a dark power in the temple….” Turning its head back to her it spoke. “You must head there, through the twilight and re awaken Faron to find the answers. However….”               Zelda nodded, allowing the spirit to continue.               “It is dangerous for you venture into the twilight. You will need to take in my divine light to protect yourself against the twilight and the monsters you will face on your journey.”              She titled her head at that, but it would make sense. She didn’t have her cloak and the Triforce of wisdom doesn’t really protect her form well anything actually. Seriously, even though she is the queen of her kingdom the goddess decided to give her the weakest of the Triforce.               That has to mean they have some sort of cruel sense of humor.               The light beast stepped forward to her, it’s hooves touching the water but never sinking into the spring. Between its legs a bright light flashed and, a large gold horse cock appeared.              ….              What?          Between the sprit’s legs is an eight inch long and 3 inch wide glowing gold horse cock with the same swirling tribal markings as its owner. “Come princess. Take in my divine light.”               At first Zelda didn’t believe what the sprit is saying, until it brought it spectral dick right in her face. Contrary to what many people in the country believed, Zelda isn’t really that much of prude. Although she is no slut, the thought of sex has crossed her mind once or twice. She’s even had sex. Crappy sex form some dumb small dicked that barely reach two inches into her prince she was meant to marry when she was sixteen, until her farther found out he was a fake.               With a massive blush Zelda crouched on her knees and gentle grasped the surprisingly warm shaft with her gloved hand. She started to stroke the glowing cock. It felt like flesh, warm and rather soft but as she caressed it there was no push or pull of skin. As she continued her back and forward motion, a clear yellow and white goo started to seep out of the tip.             “That is the light you must take inside of you princess.”           Inside? Does that mean-             “You must suck the light out of me.”               And yes it dose.               She gulped down on her nerves and licked the liquid, her tongue grazing the head of the dick.              “Mmm…” She moaned, stunned that it tasted good. It was like a gooey version of her favorite dessert. She licked the head more, gathering more of the delicious light. She swished it her mouth, swooning at the flavor until she swallowed heavily.               By the goddess, this is good!              She started to try and inhale the spirits shaft, deep throating so far that a bulge forged in her throat. She coughed and gaged, forcing her head to bounce on the dick. She drooled, with spit dribbling down her chin, coating the dick with it. She choked herself until she pulled back huff and panting to catch her breath.           “Clam yourself princess.” The spirit spoke who is rather dormant during her sucking. “The light will come. Do now hurt yourself.”         That is rather hard to do since his dicked tasted so good. With a sigh she steadied herself back on to his cock, now with two hands, and went back to sucking. She was not as zealous as before, but she still had the same zeal. The princess started at the head, slurping and licking the goo the seeped out. Slowly she took it in her mouth twirling her tongue to get as much sweet sprit cum as she could.               With another gulp she went back to swallowing the dick, gulping repeatedly with the large bulge in her throat thumping. Her head went back and forth, but not once did her greedy mouth leave the whole cock.               “Prepare yourself princess.” The spirit spoke after three minutes. “You must swallow all of the light.”              The spirit pushed forward, shoving its shining cock deeper down her throat so her lips hug tightly at the base.          “Mmph! Guk!” Her nose pushing up against the under its belly, tears formed in her eyes as they rolled up. Then a blast of the spirits sperm shoot down in her stomach making the lump in her esophagus grow and shrink with every large swallow. Some of the light shot form her mouth and her nose, coating the lower half of her face in the yummy goo.                She sat there under the sprite drinking the light for a full minute, desperately sucking the spectral horse dick dry. However even after the spirt was dose releasing the light, she continued to let the dick stay in her throat. Her tongue poked out of her mouth at the base licking as much cum as she can even if she was about to lose consciousness form the lack of air. The spirit slowly pulled its massive prick out as Zelda moaned as tried to suck more of godly spunk out. Wet sloppy sounds echo in the forest until the still hard dick bounce out of the princess mouth. Spit dripping form it.                “Aahh…” She sighed, a clear gold spit bubble of sperm formed in her loose hung open mouth and nose she panted for air. Her perky breast heaved up and down making her steel harden nipples scratch against her shirt. Making her shiver in pleasure, making her more and more horny.                 “Bend over princess.” Ordona spoke while Zelda gather herself. “There is one more place where you must take the light before you are fully protected.”              Although in a drunken oral state of coughing, Zelda still heard the spirit and looked at it in more of a surprise.  But she agreed none the less, bending over in the sand on her knees, she pushed her long dress up and moved her white panties to the side. Her firm butt and virgin-ish, pink pussy is soaked with her arousal. Her juices dripped like a light rain drizzled in the spring.             The spirit walked closer resting it warm shaft on her small peach rear. She flushed more out of nervousness than arousal. Although she was grateful she broke her hymen with all that horseback riding and sowrd training when she was younger and she has had sex before, but this is with a light beast with dick three times as big as some three inch prince.          “Steel yourself.” Said the spirit just before he pushed it’s dick inside her wet cunt.           “Uh! Ah!”  She bared her teeth as it pushed deeper and deeper, squeaking with every push inside her              “Aaahhh!!” When it finally bottom out in her, she broke out in joyful scream of pleasure. She squirted out her first ever orgasm all over the sand beach of the spring and her legs. She went limp, her face and shoulders falling into the sand as her body was being rocked by the slow humping of the spirt.  Its dick created a small lump in her stomach, disappearing and reappearing in though her dress with every in and out of Orodna’s dick.        “Hold fast princess.” It spoke, picking up speed. “By enduring this you are ready to take in my light.”      By Nayru will she hold fast! This feel’s fucking amazing!          Moaning pleasure, panting in ecstasy, Zelda lost herself in the ‘light taking ritual’. Her tongue rolled out her mouth, not caring for the sand that was caught on it or her cheek that was pushed down into it. Every time the glowing horse dick rammed inside of her, she squirted again and again. Filling the spring with her our juices, and drenching her dress into a dark color.        “Ah! Ha! Aaahhh!!!” The sprit hilted itself in side her, hitting her womb making her twitch and spasming while continued to batter her womb.  Another big orgasm rocketed through her as near ocean of her cum splatter on the ground. Her pert butt shake, and rippled with every slamming of her pussy.           The hot horse rod was tighten around her quivering pussy, making it harder for the sprit to give her its light. It pushed harder, starting to get rougher with the princess twat. Kicking up its speed so fast it was starting to be a blur.         She wanted it deeper! She wanted the spirit’s cock deeper inside of her cunt! She didn’t expect it to feel this good. Ether it’s the spirit’s magic that made the fucking feel so divine or maybe she really is just nothing but a horny slut begging for a dick. At the moment, as the sprit is ripping her pussy a new one, she didn’t care.       “Haaa! Ahh! Ah” The lump in abdomen became a flash of movement, her mind was slowly melting for the being filled and stuffed with the sprits shaft that is coated in her cum. The sprit did not let up on it pounding, turning Zelda’s ass bright red as if she be slapped. The heavenly pleasure form the beautiful fucking made her lovely cobalt eyes un focus in a ridiculous fashion. She felt it bash all the nerves inside of her, throbbing and pulsating. Sending electric shocks to her shaking body.            “Here you are princess. Take my light in you.” The sprit pulled back a little then then slammed its cock deep into her cunt, crashing into her womb.  Zelda shrieked, regain some energy in her body to bend her head upwards to roar out a mind blowing release.                 “Haaaaaaa!!!” Her womb was punched by the holy dick and then flooded with it gooey cum. It thumped and pulsed. It’s cum booming inside her with every blast, making shower the ground with her cum with every squirt of Orodna’s pure cock cream. Her pussy, stretched wide open, over flowed with golden goo as it was pumped in her. It dripped heavily like sap. Creating a tiny pool below her.             “Ha. Ha. Ha. Haa! Ah! Ahhhh!” For minutes Ordona continued to fill Zelda with its light as she moaned weakly with each injection. Her body hitched with every time.  It went through her womb and filled through her body. Giving her a yellow other worldly glow. The spirit keep pumping more and more of its light in her. Enough to fill two gallons worth.                 “Haaa….” She was barely conscious when Ordona took it’s rod out after an hour of filling her. Her face still like that of a well fucked whore as it laid in the sand. Her royal ass presented high for the world to see her gaping twat, as her hands hung limply to the on her side on the ground. It opened and close with her rigid breathing. Even though her pussy has been thoroughly ravaged it was begging for more. None of the magically sperm leaked out of her, even though it was enough to drown someone, it was all absorbed inside of her.             The spirit stood back to wait for the princess to regain her senses with her body and mind thoroughly fucked. After a few minutes Zelda finally stood up on shaky legs, back to her normal calm composure as she fixed herself and her dress.               “Now you are ready princess of destiny.” Ordona spoke, its gold shaft disintegrating away. “With that light you will be protected from the twilight and the monsters in the monsters in this world too.”              She looked at herself and sure enough there was a feint light glowing all around her.               “Go princess of destiny.” The spirit of the spring slowly started to dissipate back into the spring. “The chosen hero needs you.”               The fairies around the spring spun around her to give her some new vigor. She turn to her horse, who was resting nearby. She walked over to him to pat him on the nose, deciding not to take him into the twilight realm. She didn’t know what kind of effects it would have on him. Checking her rapier, she walked to the wall of darkness. Steeling herself, the princess of Hyrule walked through the portal into. To find out what happened to her friend. The only man who may be able to stop all this.   Leave a comment or a vote to tell me what you think. 

Chapter 6 - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Zelda is starting think that the Triforce of courage may be one of the strongest of the three powers. The cold wooden walls of the forest temple gave her little comfort.  Even worse that the monsters seemed more relentless then the norm. The keeses fluttered about while the deku Babas snapped at anything that moved.  It’s an unsettling sight, but the princess pushed on. Slashing through the hungry plants and deadly bats. She came to a stop at a vine covered wall and a cage with one of Ordon monkeys inside of it. The little creature was shaking the cage. Begging to be let free.  With a flick of her wrist, the lock on the cage brunt off. The little monkey burst out the cage in glee. Jumping and clapping in joy at its freedom.  Zelda giggled at the adorable little creature. The noble is reminded of when Link told her of his first time here and his time with the monkeys. They had assisted him in getting though the perils of this temple. She thought that maybe they could help her too.  The little chimp suddenly jumped and climbed the vined wall. Form the top of the wall it waved its arm at her. As if motioning her to climb up too.  Or it could be taunting her. Zelda sighed. It’s moments like these that she envies Link’s ability to understand animals. -OOO- The main temple of the forest is just as woodsy as its entrance. Veins covered the oak walls of the inside of the tree. Along with eerily large spider webs clinging to more darker places of the room. In the middle of the room an empty alter with burning touches.  Zelda had fallowed the monkey deeper into the temple to find this room. It jumped and beckoned to her to fallow it. Even though she herself has no idea where she is going. The princess doesn’t feel any darkness coming from the little animal, so she doesn’t think that it will try and kill her.  The monkey suddenly shrieked and huddled itself in fear. Shivering in terror at Zelda who only looked at the creature in worry. Wondering just what scared the poor thing.  “Ah!?” The princess is tackled to the ground. Her bum in the air and some monster pinning her to the floor. Peeking at the spiny legs, and hearing a creepy hissing, Zelda knew a Skulltula has found her as its prey.  The massive spider tore at the flimsy thong covering Zelda’s twitching muff. It’s cock, a long cold blacken member with a pointed tip, oozed its’ lustful secretions as it throbbed ready to pierce her cunt. Zelda struggled, attempting to wiggle her way free. But the massive spider simply shoved its cock in the princess’s pussy. Spreading her folds, the beast started hammering away relentlessly.  Zelda tried to resist. Not her bindings, but the pleasure shooting through her body. Once more, being raped by a monster sent her pussy into a heated frenzy. Even before the spider had mounted her, Zelda was already oozing her arousal. As the monster had its way with her, her cunt now leaks like an open pipe.  “Mm!” Through a bitten lip, Zelda tried to hid her moans. She wanted to wiggle her hips, grind her plush rear into the arachnoids pulsating rod. Even though it is highly un becoming of a queen, she became even more energized at the thought of being depraved by these monsters until the sun rose in the next day. No matter how delicious the thought of giving into to the monster’s cock was, Zelda held herself back.  The massive bug kept hitting the slutty queen’s in all the right spots. Her tight cunt squeezed as Zelda neared her fifth, maybe even tenth orgasm of the today. She came spectacularly. Squirting and hosing the ground below her with her lust. Finally letting out a lovely scream of release as she bent her back like a bow. Twitching madly while her greedy pussy tried to milk the bug for it’s seed.   “Ngh!?” Instead of thick white cum flood Zelda’s womb, something large and round punctured her core. Eggs, the size of a fists, started to gather in her belly, expanding it, and making it grow as the spider laid its children in her. After the fifth egg, the monster finally died in a gas of black smoke.  Zelda fell forward with a groan. Her plump ass in the air, while her cunt gapped opened.  Still dibbling form her lust. The queen felt the eggs rumble in her belly. Thanks to her connection to the goddesses, they will not hatch inside her. But their weight in her stomach will make it harder for her to fight. She must get rid of them, but she doesn’t know what magic could.  However, an idea popped in her had. That sadly made her slit twitch with anticipation.  “Ah…” Zelda moved her finger’s in her wet twat. Eagerly, she fingered herself. Pumping in and out of her pussy, the princess played with herself to make her walls clench and push. Attempting to move out the eggs from her belly.  Her hips shook as she sighed. Indulging into her dangerous self-pleasure. Masturbating in the middle of monster infested temple intensified her desire. After cumming once, she can feel herself on second orgasm. The feeling of one of the eggs pushing through her womb and past the walls of her cervix. While Zelda tried to push the eggs out her, the curiosity of the monkey drove it to Zelda’s quaking butt. It watched the human toy with herself with a titled head. The sounds she was making caused its own member to stiffen into a throbbing erection. Quite big for the tiny thing.  The pose Zelda is and she sound she is making are like of a female monkey in heat. Going off instinct the little ape hopped up on Zelda’s rear. Making the princess gasp in surprise at the sudden extra weight. With her hand blocking her honey pot, the monkey took aim at her secondary slot. It took Zelda a moment to notice just where the little beast was aiming his crimson penis, and another moment to try and protest.  “Hii!?” Zelda gasped openly. The feeling of her ass being plowed open left her chest breathless and her pussy squirting. Two eggs popped out Zelda while the monkey tried to adjust to her tight orifice. It’s nothing he’s ever felt before. It felt cozy, warm, and soft like sun baked leaves. But heavenly snug as Zelda’s anus breathed to tire and push him out. Only to unintentionally indulge the primate on his pleasures.  Finding his bearings, the tiny beast started thrusting his cock home. Hitting deep in Zelda’s rear to make her scream in outright ecstasy. While the beast is not as hung as the gold wolf or even the spider, his girth is thick enough to message her colon with the best of intentions. The monkey’s tiny hands griped the queen’s bouncy rear.  Jack hammering away at her anus. It’s ball slapping against her slit while she franticly fingered herself. For a moment, Zelda ignored the fact that a monkey is sexually pleasuring her. Forgetting the humiliation of being seen with her butt in the air. Yelling for the beast to give her more of its hearty member. The only thing on her mind was cumming. Orgasming hard enough to extract the spider’s eggs form her womb. And enjoying the whole process.  “Haaan~!” With her tongue drool on the wooden for of the temple Zelda came spectacularly once more. Her body sizing up as another egg starched past her labia and plopped to the ground below her. Covered in her quim and pushing her towards her next, maybe her last orgasm.  The monkey himself is teetering on the verge of its own high. Franticly humping away at the Hyrulean. Palming her tender and plush tush as it felt its balls churn with it’s seed.  With nothing more than the primal urge to breed, the Ordon monkey started to let losses. Picking up blinding speed, the beast fucked away at Zelda’s bum. Attempting to fill her womb with its cum, enough though it is very far off the mark. Not that it matters. With Zelda’s, lascivious ass lewd holding him, her didn’t care where he blew his load.  With a mighty squeak form the monkey, and an ear-splitting cry from Zelda, the monkey came with a sea of sperm. Zelda spewed out the last egg in deluge of her lust. The monkey’s white goop was thick as soup and just as hot. Form the monkey’s cock head, pump after hefty pump, a cup and then some of jizz plugged the Hyrulean’s butt.  The sensation of being stuffed to the brim with another species’ seed made Zelda sigh in her post orgasm. Her knees shacking after such an intense rump. Form demonic bug to horny ape. She honestly couldn’t get much of a break. Not that her greedy holes cared.  Spent the little monkey fell off Zelda cheeks winded and tired. Laying on his back in exhaustion. Groggily Zelda recovered. Squatting down and patting the little chimp on the head. Thanking for his help. Even though it wasn’t exactly how she wanted to be help, but she wasn’t really complaining all that much.  Fixing her clothes, the princess contented through the dungeon. Her little companion not far behind. Jumping on her shoulder to show her the right way to go.  -OOO- The forest temple can be rather maze like in its design. One door leading to another. Each room woodsy and part of the earth, but still different enough to identify. The princess was glad to have the little chimp as her guide. Pointing out monster’s and keys to help find her way. There wasn’t much resistant throughout the rest of the shrine.  The most she encountered were deku badas and they were few in number. Five counting the two she slew at the entrance. It must be the effect of the twilight. Some of the monsters just clearly have nowhere else to go.  After a while, Zelda’s little guide had brought her to a lovely clearing. Still in the temple with its tan tree trunk walls, and vine covered floors. But the ceiling has long since gone. Leaving a gorgeous sun roof, they gave life to a few flowers the dotted the mossy floor. In the middle of the clearing is a pillar. And on top of it is another monkey. Screeching and shaking its cage so it can be let free.  Zelda’s guide raced to the pillar. Climbing on top of it and shaking the cage desperately. Trying to get, what she assumes, is his friend out. Not wanting to leave the poor creature locked up, Zelda used her magic to levitate the cage. Slowly taking it off the pillar and bring it’s safely to the ground. With an arcuate and quick slice of her rapier, Zelda freed the little monkey.  She watched with a smile as both primates jump and flipped around in joy. Happy to see each other again. Yet the joy was short lived as the suddenly went from jumping together to cowering together. Holding each other as the shivered in fear at Zelda herself.  The princess felt heart broken. Wondering just what she has done to gain the fear of the two.   “Ah!?” That was until she felt the dark blue arms of a bokoblin warp around her waist.  The monster lifted her above its massive member. Far lager then any Hyrulean man, and even twice as thick. The pink member throbbed violently as it pointed right at her unguarded slit. Another Bokoblin stalked up to them with his own shaft glaring just as hard. The monster gave Zelda no chance to struggle and rammed his dick inside her. “Aaahhh! ~” The slutty queen of Hyrule gasped with an orgasmic smile on her face. Her blue eyes turned to the sun. Her skimpy dress deformed as her belly grew and shrunk form the rampaging cock inside of her. Her staving pussy gleefully swallowed the monster’s hefty cock. Massaging and coaxing the beast to slam into her womb. Coating the monster’s shaft in her lust as spilled down form her cooch like a river.  Pumping away viciously, the bokoblin seem to chuckle at the look on the princess face. All it took was a single slam and the sow is already moaning her lungs dry. It pumped Zelda up and down it’s rod with its arms while it slammed its hips into her fuck hole with demonic force. All the while Zelda panting like a bitch in heat.  The princess tried to resist. Tried to push the monster’s arms back. But she was rewarded with a thrust that crashed through her cervix. Hitting her fuck hole hard enough to make her legs seize up. Twitching like mad as she held back the urge to cum. Not going to willingly let theses beasts get the satisfaction of seeing her debase herself further.  That dream was shattered when the monster pulled her hair and roared his shaft deep in her pussy. His cock head spewing it’s load as his balls chugged out its jizz. Stretching her stomach further as his spunk filled the breeding bitch to the brim. Zelda herself, with her mouth agape, eyes, rolling in her head, squealed her most shuttering orgasm.  “Ha…haa…” The queen’s whole body turned into a slack, twitching mess while the bokoblin pumped his seed as far in her as he could. Her own cum shot out in an arc in the air. Wetting the ground like fountain with her tainted arousal.  His twin growled as he watched. Angry that his bother got to the prize first. The second bokoblin pushed both his sibling and a the sexually comatose Zelda to the ground in frustration. His sibling, with his back on the ground rolled his eyes, but opened the princess’s legs anyway. Inviting him to take his turn while he went on round two.  Zelda could do nothing but lay there. Her brain desperately trying to catch up with her body, but to no avail. Not even when the other Bokoblin mounted her griping her breast. Manhandling them and marveling at their softness. Only when he pinched and pulled at her nipples did she stubble out her stupor. Maybe it was the thought of getting sloppy seconds, or just a simple sibling rivalry, but the other Bokoblin held nothing back as he entered Zelda’s twat. That was already stuffed with his bother shaft. He rammed as hard as he could and started fucking the slut for all he was worth. Using Zelda’s breast as handles to give him leverage, the demon swung his hips into a raping frenzy.  His bother mirror his vigor. Throwing his cock in and out Zelda wildly and brought up her butt so his twin could fuck her even deeper. He palmed at the tight rear, squeezing, and giving it a few hard slaps as the noble ruler became a noble fuck toy between two monsters.  “Haa~! Ahhh~!” Zelda screamed and thrashed about. Her stomach becoming a sinful version of itself. Two massive dick wrestled to appeared through her clothes. Once one left another came blazing home.  The monsters pounded her quick and without remorse. Honestly stunned with how tight the little whore still is. Even with the two of them battling it out inside her pussy, the desperate slut is still eager and rather hard to pump in and out of. But they didn’t care. They know of the effects this lust has on them. As soon as the spent their loads, they would die. Which is why they going as hard and as brutal as possible. To get as much fun out of this as they could before their end.  The beast railing Zelda form below started to show strain on his face. His sibling doing the same as their cock bashed against one another. Finally, they both came loud and strong blasting of Zelda’s insides white. Yet, because of being so over stuffed, their sticky seed eruption form the edges of Zelda’s over filled cumhole.  The Princess herself came masterfully again. Only giving out a weak broken moan. Contrary to massive deluge of quim flowing out of her. As the monster below her vanished in a puff of black smoke, leaving her to fall on her back, it’s twin pulled out her. Stroking its ridged cock, ready for its second go.  Instead of going for her cum leaking ass, the demon grabbed Zelda by the hair and pushed her gasping mouth down his shaft. Sadly, the sow couldn’t take his whole shaft, so he settled of his hands to pump the rest. Roughly, he forced Zelda to fuck her own face on his cum covered cock. Swinging her head like a pendulum, he also thrusted his hips so his sack would hit her chin. It’s a display of dominance. Just to show her just how weak she really is.  On her knees, Zelda’s mind was hazy. She has cummed more times in her life in the past few hours. With a cock in front, but her body weak she only lazily sucked back. Her tongue hanging out form her sealed lips to just get of taste of herself and the monster’s balls. Her throat bulging as she helplessly gagged on the shaft.  That was just enough to push the beast over the edge. With a growl, he pushed as deep into Zelda’s mouth as he could and pumped the last of his jizz down her throat. Jerking his cock to coxed as much of jizz as possible to fill the slut’s mouth. Some of it blasted form her nose and dibbling down her mouth. As the monster pulled he gave a few finally shot to her face. Plastering her eyes, breast, and nose in white as he jerked his finally load before dying in puff of black. Zelda fell to the ground. Limp and twitching cum form all her hole. Her mind a mix of rage and bless. After a while the monkey’s finally got over their fear and creeped over to her pone body in curiosity. For a moment, they stared at her. Wondering what they should do, as a lower species, to help the zoned out Hyrulean.  In the end, after much and deep debating, they settled on just a nice pat on Zelda’s head. As if to say, they are proud of her for taking such a beating. If anything, it only affirmed the princess’s thoughts of her slowly going off the deep end. Looking at the powerful Triforce of wisdom on the back of her hand, while she laid being cooed my chimps, and monster sperm leaking out her, Zelda could only think: Fuck the Triforce of Wisdom.

Chapter 8 - Chapter seven

Twilight Fuckfest Chapter 7 Zelda rubbed her still red behind with a pained wince. The monkey leader did a real number on her butt as she walked thought the large round wooden door. All eight of the monkey’s that were kidnapped scampering form behind her. As enjoyable as the whole ordeal was, she isn’t in a rush to repeat it.  After taking a rather harsh pounding from the monkey leader, Zelda regained her senses and rescued the rest of the trope. However, she was at a lost at what to do next. The princess had explored the whole temple and yet has not found the source of all the dark magic spewing form it.  It was oddly the monkeys that lead her the massive chasm before her. Deep, black and endless, the hole in seems to go on forever. Yet that isn’t what holds her attention. It’s the large, building sized door over the gaping chasm. Form there she can feel it. The center of the corruption in the temple.  The monkeys had led her to where the dark magic disputing the Ordon is coming from.  The little chimps jumped to the celling and made a long chain of apes to swing Zelda across.  Only to find Zelda already on the other side. The princess using magic to teleport herself over. The monkeys gave a deadpanned look at the princess but shrugged none the less. Waving at her and wishing her luck as she walked to the large demonic door.  Zelda gazed up at the large round door. Steeling herself for whatever is behind the door, the queen of Hyrule waved her hand. Magic incased  A clear blue spring greeted the noble as she strayed into the inner cavern.  In the middle of that spring is a building sized hallowed out tree. Bright, angelic sunlight shined down on the lake giving it a heavenly glow.  Even with the clam and beautiful atmosphere, Zelda could feel herself on edge. With the reason being the strange picture the sat far in the corner in the spring. She could feel that is where dark magic is coming from. It is a strange ominous image with a dead line road. Lined weathered black trees leading towards what she believes is a demonic castle. Zelda could feel the evil pouring form it. Taking no chances, Zelda let her hands glow gold with magic to blast and shatter the picture. Yet, before she could destroy it, she heard something. It sounded like distance neighing.  The clip clop of a horse’s hooves on pavement.  It got louder. And louder. Yet as Zelda whipped her head around she could not find the source of the bucking beast.  Until she looked at the picture. To see a horse and its rider blazing forward through the picture.  The Hylian noble jumped out of the way. Rolling on her feet she was meant with the demon king himself.  Or so she thought.  The man has a menacing skull for a face, but the rest of his body is a clearly that of the Ganondorf. The same blazing red hair, and demonic aura. His armored mount is just as big as the actual horse she fought against a half a year ago.  She had seen pictures of this monster back in the past. This the phantom of the demon king. It’s loyal servant that the hero of time should have killed long ago.  With a devilish laugh the phantom twirled its spear and launch a dark ball of magic at Zelda. And Zelda responded with her blade knocking it back.  The monster reared its horse back and rode across the air as the blast of magic exploded in the air next to him. He circled Zelda on his horse cackling evilly before blasting another ball of magic at her. And Zelda swiftly jumped out of the way.  “Kyah!?” Yet only to be hit by the second shot the demon sent out. Sending her flying into a stump.  Zelda grunted as she was slammed in her back on the large stump her head spinning in a daze. Phantom Ganon took advantage of her daze and threw his arms out and magical dark chains materialized around Zelda. They wrapped around her wrist and ankles. Tying her to the stump while spreading her legs open. Her sad excuse for a pair of panties shouted out to the world and to the demon horse and its rider.  Blushing in both rage and embarrassment, Zelda struggled as she conjured up light magic in her hands. Only to have her hair snatched and pulled. Forcing her to come face to face with the demonic copy of Ganon’s cock. A large, ten-inch-long and four-inch-thick monster. Dripping with heavy viscous white per-cum from his bulbous head.   Zelda’s gasp of shock was all the spirt needed to ram his cock in her mouth and plow her throat. There was no waiting, and not a shred of gentleness in the violent rearranging of her throat. Zelda gagged and spurted through tears as her neck bulged out. The demon’s heinous sack welting her chin. The large sweltering balls hit her chin hard enough to leave red marks as the demon reamed her mouth.  “Gluck! Glack!!” Zelda kick her legs. Wiggling her body in distress form the lack of air she was getting.  The demon nearly ripped her hair out her roots as he slammed his hips, like a battering ram, into Zelda’s face. Hold his pulsating fuck stick down her gullet. His demonic cum sack twitched hearty against Zelda’s chin. Forcing her to feel the gallons of baby batter in the veiny, viral ball sack.  The sprit slide Zelda’s head back, her spit coating the dark green ghostly member in slime and slammed both her head down and his hips back. Short quick thrust abused Zelda’s throat. Spit frothed and bubbled from her nose and she started to black out. Her thrashing getting weaker as she coughed up the sludge like rep-cum mixed with her spit.  The sprit above her cackled at her pathetic position. As much as the sow struggled and resisted, her mouth milked him. Her throat tightening and squeezing his cock as she has rutting inside her mouth. Even as she started to black out, she still sucked hungrily at his dick. Her panties, now damp with her arousal is another sign of her fall into depravity. Her thighs are practically soaked in her lust. With is good since the phantom is far from done with Zelda.  The apparition slowly pulled his cock back. Smirking at the sucking sensation he felt form the princess turned cock puppet. Her cheeks sunken and her tongue slurping around his shaft. The lack of air and lust clouding her mind made Zelda a lot more accepting to the demon’s advances.  With a wet pop, spit, glops of thick pre-jizz, and the demon’s bitch break bounced out of Zelda’s ruined mouth. The brunet coughed as the monster’s cock slapped against her face. Coating it in more spit and slime as she tried to regain her breath. But her lack of air didn’t stop her form gingerly suck on her massive cock head. Wrapping her lips around it to lick the leaking prick head and gather the lingers beads of jizz under throbbing dome.  So, engrossed in her actions, Zelda didn’t notice the large shadow looming over her. She did notice the large foot and half long horse cock poking at her underwear.  As thick as man arm, the pulsating chuck of veins and muscles gave massive jerks as it twitched. Great slaps against the grass could be heard as palm sized globs of pre-cum hit the ground. Grapefruit size nuts swung like pendulums as the beast made its way over to Zelda and slapped its heavy prick on her stomach.  It nearly knocked the wind out of Zelda. Making her gasp in shock. Giving the phantom full access to her mouth and resume his pounding her esophagus. Once again choking and gagging the princess into submission. The heavy plops of dick cream fell on her stomach and nearly brunt her with its heat. She started to sweat form the thick musk wafting off the beast’s cock.  As Zelda’s vision started to blur again, the demon waved of his hand, removing Zelda’s sad excuse for underwear. Her pink pussy gapped at the open air. Leaking her lust more than the monster’s around her. And the beast took it as the signal to start moving its fuck stick back. Sliding it along Zelda’s body. Leaving a heavy trail of slime and jizz as it slides off her stomach and poked at her glistening twitching cunt.  Zelda could barely register her muff getting stretched wide. The monster is a little slower then it’s master. But not by choice. Even with all the pounded Zelda has been through, her slutty little slit is still as snug as an ever. The beast was having trouble pushing his head in and even when he popped his flare head in, it’s piss slit still dripping its baby batter, it still felt like a mile long until he got get his whole cock in.  Zelda herself found her sealed lips moaned at her pussy being forced open one more. The princess turned masochistic slut un knowingly wiggled her hips to try and ease the monster dick inside her but to little help. Her sweet muff, as greedy as it is, is too tight to be so easily pierced open.  The stallion was getting as frustrated as it’s master currently slamming into the slutty princess’s mouth. With a loud roar the beast reared back It shoved it massive shaft right into Zelda’s womb in one great back breaking plunge. The princess’s belly bulged up in a cock shape that nearly reached her breast and as she screamed into the phantom’s shaft. Her back bending like a bow with her spraying her lust every were as the beast started to breed her relentlessly. Like it’s master the horse showed no a single out of care as it fucked Zelda like a machine. A blur of its massive hairy flanks cut through the air. The slapping of its huge leathery balls stung Zelda’s bouncy butt bright red with quick slap. It plowed the princess like fuck toy in a great but unless attempt to breed her.  Zelda’s mind shattered into that of cock sock. The horse and its master brought her in a continues loop of orgasms. Her body quivered and shock as her cunt squeezed the and milked the bitch breaking member violating her pussy. She would bend her back every now and then as she squirted put on orgasm and then fall back into another. Sucking mindlessly on the cock in her mouth while getting reamed by the one in her cunt.  “Hulgk! Gluck! Ackh!” Zelda blue eyes fluttered and rolled into a delirious, fuck dumb state.  The monster’s used and abused the princess ceaselessly. They have no plans to kill her. Far from it. Their spirits have long since given up that idea. No, this all to humiliate her blood line. Ravage and break her into a slobbering bitch until they were satisfied. Revenge for sealing away and killing the real Ganondorf, who is currently laughing proudly at seeing the proud holder of the Triforce of wisdom being fucked into madness by his ghostly other half.  With two hands, Phantom Ganon held Zelda down on his fuckstick and unloaded a liter’s worth of demonic spunk into Zelda’s stomach. The princess, not being able to swallow it all, even as her throat gulped and drank the molasses’s thick semen, let the monstrous seed exploded from the sides of her mouth and through her nose. Every shutter and jolt of the demon’s cock made and wave of jizz rocket out the tight confines of Zelda’s mouth.  The monster laughed with pointed thrust at Zelda’s body cumming form his jizz drowning her. The sides of her face painted in a viscous jelloy like white as he deposited his load. The masochist sow’s muff gave off rapid fire sprays of her lust as she hips humped the air and the horse’s battering ram of a cock. Which throbbed rapidly before cumming.  Hilting its self-inside’s Zelda’s tight slut hole, a river of heavy milky hot cum poured into her orgasming slit. It’s jizz traveling up its cock in a swelling knot and then exploding into Zelda’s pussy in messy of white. It rushes and gushed out her more slowly than the phantom’s constant flow. The horse’s stream stopped and then blew up inside Zelda. Creating and almost rhythmic sound of gushing jizz pouring on the ground.  Both monsters pulled out of Zelda. Their cocks still hard and throbbing but the horse is clearly spent of its first load as it popped out. Letting a flood of dick cream surge out of Zelda’s beaten muff like a waterfall. The phantom was still fire his load Basting Zelda’s panting face with his spunk. It slaps her cum bubbling nose and drenched her hair. Her drooling tongue caught a few extras strings, but all it did was add the gurgling jizz in her throat.  Seeing how thoroughly fucked Zelda is, the phantom removed the chains holding her. His cock still hard and ready for another bout.  The princess sow is too cum drunk to care about the demon roughly snatching her up and bending her body in odd position. The phantom hooked his arms under Zelda’s legs and arms. Lifting her legs up and trapped her head behind his hand. Zelda hung in the air over the phantom’s cock in a full nelson hold. Her cunt leaking horse jizz all over the ground with her anus twitching eagerly.  The phantom dropped the dopey Zelda on his cock. Piercing her ass hole and making her howl in loud guttural moan. Her lips in maddening smile as the vengeful sprite rocketed his hips upwards with raging thrusts. Zelda threw her head back as her cunt showered the grass with her orgasm. It arched in the air, strangely enough making a rainbow in its reflection.  The Phantom grunted as it moved Zelda like a rag doll. Her chest bouncing wildly as she is plowed form below. Her hungry pucker squeezed the demon like a viper forcing it to slow it’s pacing compared to its pervious attack on the royal slut’s muff. But that didn’t mean it was any gentle. The monkey that raped her ass before was a saint compared to the demon railing her bubble butt this time.  It was like a punch to the gut every time the demon lunged into Zelda. He pounded her rear with enough force for his jizz sack to swing up and hit the whore of a princess in her stinging clit. The roughness didn’t matter at all to Zelda however. The wailing passionate moans, fucked silly smile. The look of drunken ecstasy of her eyes rolled up to the ceiling.  As the monster, an imitation of the demon king that nearly killed her and destroyed her kingdom, plowed her like a common bitch, Zelda forgot about her duties. The cock sow forgot about why she is here. About her noble standing. She even forgot about her honor and became cum slut once again.  However, the demon is content just yet. With little trouble the demon walked around his horse. His boner still beating Zelda’s anus with every step. In her lust cray state Zelda barely responded to the demon unfolding her and bending forward; Only whining weakly at the slight pause in the vigorous fucking. The phantom took both of Zelda’s wrist in her hands and grabbed her head with the other.  With ghostly laugh the demon resumed his powerful fucking as he shoved Zelda’s face into his horse’s taint. The noble’s moaning cum stained face is hit with a powerful musk that made her body stiff up in a gushing orgasm.  Zelda’s tongue lashed out as her face is pushed into the beast bucking backside. She licks and sucked around the horse filthy pucker. While it may not be a real horse it certainly smelled and felt like one as Zelda trailed her spit from the massive sweltering nut sack. Twirling her tongue around the throbbing vines and sucking hungry at the juicy sack, and up to the tight twitching pucker. Circling the rim as both it and the horse’s pulsating cock throbbed. The horse’s member eager to releases it’s second load form Zelda’s loving lips.  With haunting screech, the phantom blasted Zelda’s ass with his jizz. It is raging and roared out his cock in a powerful long burst. Like a river it kept flowing deep into Zelda’s stomach to make it grow. The horse joined him, spilling it’s load all over the grounds. His contracting nut sack hummed against Zelda’s lips as she came as well.  Showering the grounding her lust as well as she blacked out form pleasure. Both the phantom and his stead vanishing as Zelda fell to the ground with a loop sided grin on her cum filed face. Jizz leaking form her gaping pucker as she moaned in her sleep. 

Chapter 1 - Wild Animals

Wild animals The early afternoon sun on Mira beamed softly on New LA. Welcoming the members of BLADE form their long mission. Human and xeno alike. "Ah man Lin I can't wait to taste you cooking!" Doug boasted smiling ear to ear. Him Elma, Lin and Murderess have just came back from a hunting mission where they had to deal with few nasty Cinicula in Oblivia. "Looks like you've got another loyal customer." Gwin chuckled, joining them when he heard Lin was cooking lunch. "Maybe you should start restaurant at this rate Lin." Elma slimed at the youngest BLADE member as they all walked to their barracks to celebrate. "That's a great idea!" Their Nopon friend Tatsu, started dancing around in joy. "Tatsu can be head chief and advisor of food testing!" "Nah. I don't think that suits your impressive status Tatsu." Lin hummed, passing Amour Alley with everyone else. "Maybe you should be the main dish! Our Nopon surprise!" "Meh!?" Tatsu jumped at the evil grin on the young girl's face. "Damn. That would make a killing." Murderess had to admit the girl can cook better than anyone. "Hell I'll even invest in that. With you in the kitchen and Fenrir severing the customers we'll make a fortune!" "Hey speaking of which where our quite friend?" Gwin questioned. "I was wondering if he was on for mission and a few drinks later." "He must be still on his mission form last night." Elma answered. "I think he was hunting a few Vigents in Primordia." "Wait and he's still not back?" Gwin stopped just short of the barracks doorway. "Shouldn't we be worried?" "Yeah worry about a guy who wrestled a Grex to the ground." Doug swung his arm over Gwin's shoulder. "He's fine Gwin. He's probably on his way back now with a few Vigent heads on his skell." "You're just saying that so you can get to Lin's cooking faster." Gwin gave the harrier a deadpanned look. "Oh relax Gwin." Lin said, pulling Tatsu's cheeks. "He's probably hanging out with Jiarg or hunting with Gwenevere." Elma starting started punching in the codes on the door way, "We're just used to him leaving for days then coming back randomly. So worrying about him doesn't really come to mind that much." Murderess rolled her eyes, "I swear that guy is more wild then anything on this rock. I mean why dose he hangout with a pack of Grexs and calls one of them Gwenevere?" "Actually he didn't name her that," Elma said walking into her home, Tatsu and Lin jumping ahead of her. "That's her real name." Murderess stood there for a moment staring at Elma. Her mind slowly turning the gears. "Wait are you saying he speaks to them?" "I wouldn't call it talking, more like he understands their growls." Elma crossed her arms in thought. "The hell did you dig this guy up? Tarzan amnomuous?" Elma chuckled, "You should see how our pets are around him-" "Elma!" Lin's startled shout got everyone to run inside. "Lin!? Wha-" Running inside Elma saw her home trashed. Claw marks and scars slashed the walls and tore throw the couches. Their fluffy insides scattered around the living room like someone has a real distaste for comfy sofas and just couldn't let them live. On one side of the room was man shaped den in the wall like someone was slammed back first into. The table in the middle of the room was shattered and the dirt for the potted plant was over turned. There are even claw marks on the ground. Over the sofa what looked like a pair of mesh leggings hanging form it while a sliced up shirt was thrown in the mission room. More pieces of armor were discard and flung about the room. It's looked like a war was fought in their home. "What the hell happened?" Doug said, Lin's amazing cooking now replaced with worry. "Why would someone do this?" Elma asked, her heart sunk. Lin was silent as she ran into the kitchen to assess the damage. "How did they even-" "AH! WHAT THE HELL FENRIR!?" Lin's voice form the kitchen made everyone run in. "FENRIR!?" "DUDE!? SERIOUSLY!?" "WHOA! WHAT THE SHIT MAN!?" "….Ok. I am impressed." On top of the kitchen table, BLADE's most elite yet odd member was sleeping. Naked as the day he was born. And he wasn't alone as next to him, cuddling with him with her head buried in the crook of his neck and her arms griping his chest possessively that is littered with scars, is a white furred Wrothian with her normal cowl lowered to show her beautiful sleeping face. Just as naked he is. Both of their hair is a tussled mess, Fenrir's more so then space cat ninja. Her tail curled around his leg along with her own while he held her in his own lovers in brace. His head deep in her hair, snoozing soundly. Around them the kitchen is just as much of a mess then the living room. Pots and pans all over the floor, the cabinets hanging of their hinges. Fenrir's pants torn to pieces, along with a few of Buidhe's own clothes. They seemed to ignore their present company for a bit. "FENRIR!" Until he heard Lin yelling at him. Fenrir woke up to the glare of the kitchen lights. His head in a haze and his body sore. And a tad chilly. Yet there was this odd warmth next to him. Looking down, he recognized the white hair currently nuzzling him. He let a smile grace his lips, nuzzling Buidhe back with his nose. Making her purr and lightly kiss his neck back. He pulled her closer in response and was about to fall asleep again. Until he noticed he was on the kitchen table. And Elma is glargine daggers right at him. Gwin, and Doug covered their eyes with massively red face. Lin was covering her eyes too, but she was peaking between her fingers. With a massive frown on her face. Murderess was looking at his crotch with a rather ravenous look on her face for some odd reason. Until he noticed his 'little solider' was saying good morning to everyone in the room. "!" In his shock, Fenrir snatched a random discarded pot and put it over his second photon saber. "Aw, don't be all coy now." Murderess teased, licking her lips. "I haven't finished taking my mental picture." The. Reddest. Fenrir turned the reddest in his life. His embarrassment couldn't get any higher. "Mmm…" Until he remembered the naked Wrothian snuggling up next to him. "Fenrir…" Lin growled. "Please tell me that you and Buidhe DID NOT JUST-JUST-!" "Do the Nopon happy happy?" Tatsu helped. "YES!" She rounded on him again. "AND DON'T USE MY KITCHEN WARE TO COVER YOUR CUCUMBER!" It was more of an eggplant really, but that isn't the point right now. Fenrir wanted to use anything else but his underwear is nowhere to be found and his pant well, looked like a cat had clawed it up. Which isn't very far from the truth. "Well," Elma crossed her arms, her eyes blazing at him in calm indignation. "Care to explain, solider?" Swallowing his pride, Fenrir stood to explain. "Hugh!?" Only for his cuddle buddy to close line him back down on the table. Where she growled in his neck, disapproving him form moving from her. Her claws selfishly holding him down and tickling his chest. Everyone resumed staring at the two. "….There is a perfectly logical explanation for this." Fenrir spoke, something that doesn't happen too often. "Besides the fact you two had sex on the kitchen table!?" Doug bellowed with his eyes till covered. Well it wasn't just the kitchen table. It was also the couch, the wall, the floor, on top of the mission briefing desk. But he decided to keep his mouth shut on those. "Look. Fenrir, buddy." Gwin had his eyes else were. Mostly looking at the lining of his gloves form the palm of his hand. "What you do in your spare time is your own thing, I am gald you've found someone and all, but Damnit man! Put sock on the door or something!" Doug wholeheartedly agreed. "Yeah have some decency for Christ sake!" Oh like all this is clearly his fault! ….Ok maybe some of it is. Hell the sticky evidence is everywhere. The kitchen table, the walls, the floor, the top of the mission briefing desk. His getting off topic…. He started explaining himself, as best as he could with Buidhe purring so loudly, that his mission had gone sour when a bunch of assassins showed up while he was hurting the two vignets. He thought he was screwed until Buidhe showed up and helped him out. After he was eaten by one of the vigent he- "Wait." Murderess stopped him. "You were eaten by a gaint monster and your still here banging the brains out of little miss kitty over here?" While he blushed at her bluntness, he shook his head. Stating that he had cut himself out of the vignets stomach then- "Ah dude! And you two still went at it covered in monster guts!?" Gwin interrupted him. He sighed obviously not. He took a shower in one of the springs in primordia. And then they went at it. "So." Elma said trying to keep herself form blasting his third leg off. "After a successful mission you two came back and ransacked the place to celebrate?" He desperately tried to say that this wasn't his intention. The Buidhe had jumped him while he was bathing under the water fall. "Wait so you two were basically knocking boots all night?" Doug assumed. "Form Primordia all the way to NLA?" Well it was more like in Primordia for a good three hours and then Buidhe chasing him down in their little game of tag the like to play. Where if the hunter catches you there on top for most of the night. Although if memory serves him, those roles seemed to change a lot last night. "Wow uh well dude more power to you and all that, but damn try to have a little self-control." Doug suggested, although his rather impressed by his friend's…stamina he could say. That riled up the nude BLADE member. Of coruse he has self-control! All the battles he has comeback form alive needed him to be at his top form. His mind needed to be quicker than his opponents. Sure he may act like a wild beast on the battle field but that does not mean he is a loose cannon. Feeling a little insulted, mostly because he is using a pot to hide his dangly bits, but mostly because his friend have such little faith in him. He stood up, preparing to show how dependable he is. "Gak!?" or at least he would have if not for his furry friend dragging hm back down again. Tired of her pillow moving around so much. In her sleepily frustration, Buidhe rubbed her foot up that tingly spot on his leg, and nibbled on his ear. Growling sensually as she did, making a rather sexy promise if he behaved himself until she had her rest. Which, as a gentlemen, he should do since he is the reason she can't feel her hips at the moment. A bit of a thump form the inside of the pot on Fenrir's crotch making it jump a little. There is no shade of red that could match the face of Fenrir as he tighten his hold on the cooking ware.  Thinking of things that didn't involve Buidhe naked and riding him like she was trying to break a horse. There was another thump. Shit. Too late apparently. "You're seriously getting a stiff one now of all times!?" Lin roared. "Lin!?" Doug shouted, surprised by her tongue. "Oh please! I am thirteen not six! I've been having my period for three years now!" She roared back at Doug who wisely shut up. "Oh it sounds stiff alright. And here I thought you were all size and no substance" Murderess crossed her arms, enjoying herself a tad too much. "You must have tired the poor little kitty you big bad man. I am up for your second round on that monster if she needs to tap out." "It would good if everyone would get of the topic of my genitals." He grumbled turning his eyes elsewhere. "Oh we would." Lin snarled. "If you weren't NAKED ON TOP OF MY CUTTING BOARD!" So that's what's been biting him in the butt for past thirty minutes. Elma rubbed her temple in frustration, she's starting to get a headache. "I think this conversation would go better if you would put on some pants." "And get off my table!" Lin added "Right…" Murderess held up torn up pieces cloth that resembled a pair of squrril printed blue boxers. "I don't think pants were well liked in their party last night." She grinned at the infinity red man, "I didn't know you were a cotton kind of guy Fenrir. I always saw you in a more black polyester kind of way." Ignoring the rich girl, Fenrir agreed that getting on some pants would do wonders for this conversation. However trying to move with Buidhe gripping him is like trying to move concrete with pencil. She'll beak your neck for even trying. So, ever so delicately. Ever so quietly. Fenrir used his old skills to slowly pull his arm out of her grasp. And he succeed. Only for her to wake up, slammed her hips down on his stomach, pin his arms to the table and kiss him all in one swift motion. Let it never be said Wrothians aren't agile. Her kiss is rather forceful but not mean or filled with the same primal hunger of last night. It is gentle and sweet lip lock that Fenrir, much to the ire of every present, returned with a wake up kiss of his own. "Mmm…" She purred, her strength coming back to her. She broke the kiss, nuzzling his cheek as she spoke. "You know how I am in the morning yet you still persist." She brought her head up to look at him with her bright yellow feline eyes. Most people would find them terrifying or think her boring with the calm look on her face, yet Fenrir knows form experience that those golden orbs hold a good amount of mischief in them. A lot of the times he is the subject to such teasing. "Although I cannot say I do not dislike your eagerness." She hummed, bending her head back to nip at his ear. "Maybe you need to be…reminded of your place…." Her tail swayed hypnotically as she ground her hips into. Her firm and tone bottom dance on him like last night as she let her hands wonder his chest. Letting her claws amuse his nerves as she dragged them ever so lightly over his abs. There was another thump form the pot. Normally he would return that statement by having her bent over the table, but he wouldn't do that with his present company. Wiggling her hips, Buidhe felt something metallic on her bum where his crotch should be. Is it something humans do in bed? Like what Fenrir dose with his tongue- "Ahem." Elma coughed to get the lovers attention. With rather red face, the sly Wrothian covered her face up with her cowl before turning to their audience. "Ah. Good afternoon Elma." Looking over her shoulder she greeted the group. Well the women. The men still had their eyes covered. "May I ask what you are doing here?" "May I ask what you are doing on top of our kitchen counter?" Elma countered with a cross of her arms. "Your second in command is what she obviously doing Elma." And there was Murderess. Buidhe looked around the chaos caused by them. Her clothes nowhere to be found, probably under a few pieces of torn couch and the walls looked like she was sharping her claws on them. "I see. I apologize. It seems we got a little….carried away. Normally our love making isn't so violent." "A little she says…" Gwin grumbled, his eyes finding the wall beside him a very good read. "I believe this would go better if I were fully clothed." The white furred Wrothian surmised. Lin rolled her eyes, "Ya think?" Gracefully she stepped off of Fenrir and, as cool as she normally is, walked to Fenrir's room. Finally allowing said man to stand up and off the table. With his hand holding his pot guard. With the he used it to peel Lin's cutting board form his spine and hand it to her. "Unless you're giving that to me so I bash you over the head with it…" Lin's growl made him swiftly put it back on the table. "Although, I am curious." Asked the former heiress. "When did you and puss in boots over there hook up?" "Judging form how she just went right into his room," Elma deduced. "Quite a while." His captain turned to him, her blue eyes told him he was not leaving here without telling them anything. And if he does, his mimi will be turned into a girl. The hard way. He scratched his head at that. This whole thing just kind of happened. Heck Wrothians don't really date like humans do. The best he could say was that they started seeing each other before their team help her and Jiarg out with their runaway skells. "Is that the reason why she's nice to us? Because we know her boyfriend?" Lin deadpanned. "Wow." Murderess sounded impressed, but the money grabbing glint in her eyes scared him. "You made an uptight chick like that all butterflies and rainbows with nothing but a good shag? Hmm. You know…" She walked up to him, his only defensive was his pot. "There is a couple of women who would pay a hell of a lot up money for guy with your skills. Think your furry little friend would mind if I borrowed you for a bit?" Fenrir was about tell them that wasn't the case, until a pair of his pants and one of his shirts slapped him in the face. "It was a few months after we had battled again." Buidhe rejoined them wearing one Fenrir's collared shirts and his black jeans. Both rather loose fitting on her curvy frame. The shirt was too big for her, covering up her hands. The buttons were undone very low, showing off her busty chest and parts of toned stomach. While the jeans are rather lose fitting, they still showed off her wide hips as she tipped them to the side in the hallway. "Can we look now?" Doug asked. He and Gwin having their eyes covered the whole time. They uncovered their eyes to fine the sexy Wrothian wearing Fenrir's clothes. Their faces turn bright red. Even in men's clothes, the xeno gave off a proud and alluring aura that seemed to draw men's eyes to her. "I was on a scouting mission in Primordia when I found him hunting with a pack of Grexs in his skell. I honestly thought it strange." She closed her eyes, as if she was there back on the plains watching him. "This human, that could shame many a Wrothian with his own bravado, could be so kind, and loving. He was like a family member to them almost a farther, or maybe a brother. Either way I was just…captured I suppose." She then sent a small glare to Murderess, crossing her arms in defiance. "And while I do not know how humans act with their lovers, Wrothians are very loyal and protective towards their mates. If someone else dares to step in their relationship they must defeat one of them in a duel to the death." "Well for a stud like Fenrir you're going to need to put a ring it so no other woman will try to step on your territory." Murderess chuckled. "This 'ring' is like a symbol that he is mine yes? I have already done that many times last night." She referred to the scars all over Fenrir's body that disappeared under his shirt. Murderess was surprisingly enjoying herself with five foot six talking house pet, "As much as we all love to see Fenrir without his shirt, I think you're going to need something more physical." Fenrir turned to Buidhe suggesting that he would escort her home, although mostly to just get away from all the burning eyes in the room and so she doesn't caught up in one of Murderess's little schemes. "I should be fine. My weapon is…" She gave a small look around the room. Find her sash hanging form the ceiling and her belt of daggers hanging over the rail. "Somewhere around here." He crossed his arms, giving her a rather skeptical look. "I don't think my shirt will be any better than your armor. Why didn't you wear any of my armour?" He normally let her borrow some. "Well…" She turned rather red under her cowl, lifting the sleeve of his button up shirt to her face. As if he could see her blushing under her mask as she looked up at him. "Your scent is rather…calming. I feel very safe with it around me." That made the twenty three year old turn just little pink at how blunt she could be sometimes. "I don't think my shirt would stop a ganglion blaster." He mumbled but sighed none the less. If she likes it so much then she could keep his shirt. He has a bunch like that anyway. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to be-" "Hey." He interrupted her, placing his hand her that nice spot on her ear that always makes her knees weak whenever he rubs it. "I told you. You need to lighten up. Don't worry too much about the little things. And if you can't stop yourself form worrying, I'll do most of it ok?" "Mmmm…Fine." She purred, wrapping her arms around his waist. Digging her head in his shirt. "But the only reason I am agreeing with you is because of these damn hands of yours." "Is that my only redeeming quality?" He chuckled. "Yeah you two can act cute all you want when my table is disinfected!" Lin roared at the two. "Then maybe I should stay?" Buidhe suggested, but not letting go of Fenrir. "This mess is partly mi-" The sudden beeping of a communicator caused everyone to check their comm devices. Even Fenrir reached for his pocket only find it empty. Now that he thinks about what happened to his communicator? Looking up, Fenrir found his comm link. Stuck in the ceiling. Gwin looked at Fenrir when he fallowed his eyesight. "How the hell are you still in one piece?" When everyone found out that the call wasn't for them, the all looked up at the source of the sound. In the kitchen sink . "Ah." Said the Wrothian. "I believe that is mine." No one said anything as they watched her take her device out of the sink and answered the call. "Buidhe. There is something I need you to-" Ga Jiarg, prince of the Wrothian race, stopped his sentence when he saw his second in command wearing a cotton button up shirt with Fenrir picking over her shoulder. Both their hair an utter mess. "You two looked like you had fun." I certainly was a question as he took in their appearance. She tried to come up with any flimsy excuse as to why she was in such a state. Although the prince dose know of their relationship. He was the one who pushed her to peruse one with the Demon of NLA. "Uh w-well your highness-" "It is quite alright Buidhe." He chuckled, "This request concerns your mate too so this works out in our favor. I need his help with a few indgein." Fenrir was about to accept, anything to get Lin form threating to maim him. Until Elma snatched the device form Buhide's hands. "Sorry Jiarg but Fenrir is grounded for a while. Or at least until he cleans up the barracks." Said man was about to retort until Lin shoved a broom and dust pan in his face. "And judging by the mess, he's going to be stuck here for a while." She then turned to her taller teammate. Her glare could have made a Caro crap itself. "I want that table spotless, or I'll severing Fenrir al lu mode tonight." Being the smart man that he is, Fenrir dumbly nodded his head. "We'll take your mission. Free of charge too." Elma added with grin. "You don't mind if we take you home instead Buidhe?" It sounded like a question but the Wrothian has a feeling that it's more demand. She looked at her mate, who was standing in the middle of the storm with a broom and dust pan and a defeated look. He sighed and just nodded for her to go along. "Hmm. Well I do understand the need to discipline our soldiers." Jiarg nodded in agreement. "That is fine. Fighting alongside you again would be just as enjoyable. Here are the coordinates. I will see you all there at dusk." The prince signed off, and Elma gave Buidhe her comm back. "Lin go find Buidhe's things for our trip." "Yeah that shouldn't be too hard." She grumbled as she started rummaging through the mess.  "And don't think you're out of the woods just yet." Elma pointed at Fenrir. "When I get back this place better so damn clean I can use the walls a mirror! You go that solider!" The mighty Demon of NLA jumped when his commander use her 'colonel' voice on him. Seeing Fenrir put in his place, Elma told his mate to meet her outside when Lin got her things. "I am sorry things turned out in such way." Buidhe apologized but Fenrir, merely shook his head. Shrugging off her apology, saying that he did get a little over excited too. She probably will never understand it. Their relationship, that is, is far from what normal Wrothians do. Usually there is a marriage meeting between the two parties and that's it. Although that was mostly for nobles, the same could be said for the common rabble. But theirs is something far beyond that. She lied to her friends, if only a little. Ture she did start truly seeing Fenrir in Primordia, but she fell in love with him the first time she met him. She has never seen a human so defiance as him. She had only seen a few, all of them as brave as the next, but him. He looked ready to take on gods, demons, and the whole Ganglion army by himself. The way he slandered the name of the Wrothian race and their prince, as if he would win a full war with him. It was utter blasphemy. And she was going to have his head. Yet at that moment, when she saw the fire in his eyes threating to scorch them all, there was a deep sadness. A mad, crazed kind of sadness of man tripped between his fate and the life he wants to live. She didn't understand it, and it kept hunting her even after her prince had finished their duel. She even asked him what he thought of Fenrir. Only for Jiarg to laugh and say, "I could not describe him in words if I wanted to. I suggest you battle him for yourself and see." She has never taken such interest in any male. Sure there were a few men that have tried to court her. High standing nobles, war heroes, she is the right hand to the mighty prince. Almost every Wrothian male would try and have her hand. Even with her deathly reputation. Yet they all failed to make any spark. So she did battle him. To find out why this man interested her so. She found out the pain he had caused and the pain he was causing himself. The tortured screams, the suicidal tasks that made him feel alive. She honestly couldn't think any man could come out what he has done and still be so kind. So loving. He had told her once, under to two moons of Mira, that if she asked, he would move to Worth with her. A simple gesture to be sure, but for a warrior of his caliber to simply give up his position just to be by her side, even knowing all the horrible things she has done? "Hey." Fenrir speaking up to her suddenly broke her thoughts. He was looking at her with that same look of worry. With the broom in his hand surrounded by the mess they had made together, and here he is trying to clean it up by himself. She shook her, head. 'Even though he tells me not to take on many burdens at once.' But her lover is like her, stubborn. He wouldn't budge an inch when his stuck on something. "I am not going to ask you if you want me to help since I already know the answer." She smirked under her cowl. "However you will drop by Obilvia tomorrow night." She playfuly flicked him in the nose, "And I am not taking no for answer." Fenrir rubbed his nose as she walked out of the barracks. Letting him see her tail poke a hole through his pants. Lin left right behind her with an all of the Wrothians stuff. Leaving the young man in the middle of the ruined barracks with his comm link imbed into the ceiling. Until it fell right on his head with a painful thwack.

Chapter 1 - Tradition

"Ah come on man! It's a tradition!" Fenrir rolled his eyes as form the kitchen he watched Frye hang a mistletoe in the door way of the blade barracks. Which is decorated head to toe with Christmas décor. While Mira doesn't have anything close to snow, by scientific calculations it should be Christmas if the Earth was still around. It was Lin's and Alexa's idea and it took them a full hour of begging to Maurice, and a snide comment form Nagi, for him to finally give all the blades a holiday and allow all of New LA to celebrate. Which would explain why there is a reef on his skell Ragnarok, why he has tacky red with a horrible sewn Santa Claus riding on what looked a bunch donkeys in a rock, his black jacket, and the fake Christmas tree. When Fenrir had returned form a run with his pack of Grexs, Lin had rushed him down with a smile, shoved the tacky shirt in his face along with a bunch of decorations and left him dazed, confused, and wondering why Lao is dressed as an elf. It took Elma explaining that she and the rest of the girls were going to get dressed for the party and the rest of the men are in charge of decorating. So now the barracks are colored red and green with reefs hanging around the ceiling, the lights turned to dim romantic red, and a beautifully done fake Christmas tree in the middle of the room. Lao is leaning on the wall trying not to complain on why he is wearing a green skirt, Guin is sitting on th couch in a green turtle necked sweater with a bright red nose on it. H.B sat on the couch opposite of Gwin, shockingly wearing a red and green sweater, and looking deep in his comm device like the workaholic he is. Frye had just finished placing a mistletoe over the door with a stratified grin in his blue tank top. "You boys are about to the skills of kissing king." Frye boasted, making most of the men roll their eyes. "You honestly think anyone would fall for that?" Guin chuckled. "Or do you think Irina won't shove your skell up your ass for even trying to kiss her?" Lao added his own two cents. Fenrir had to agree with Guin. He doesn't remember much about the whole tradition of the mistletoe thing, but he has a feeling most of women in blade won't be lining up for a make session with any of them. Frye shook his finger, "Tsk. Tsk. You all underestimate me. One: I plan on avoiding her like the plague. Two: are you telling me none of you have ever thought of Murderess or hell even Elma landing big fat one on ya?" It has. Many times but they none of them have a death wish. "Ok. So is that what you want us to put on your tomb stone?" Guin laughed, only imagining poor old Frye getting flung into a wall instead. "Fu fu fu!" Tatsu, who had changed his normal hat into a red Santa's hat, snickered smugly. "No woman can resist the adorableness of the almighty Tatsu! The women will fly into the mighty Tatsu's arms!" "Yup. Just so they can fatten you up for the main coruse tonight." Lao off handily mention. "Meh!?" Squeaked the potato shaped Nopon Fenrir found himself smiling a little. Something he didn't do much of the months before he joined Blade. With his tall stature, natural intimidating aura, and glaring green eyes, Fenrir doesn't look like someone who would love company. Even with his spikey black hair being an odd mix of black and white; two white wolf eared like tuffs on his head and his middle of his bangs, people still thought he kills kittens or something. Even though he has a cat and a dog. Not many people know but he did regain his memories. But none of them are good ones. Nightmares continue to plague him every night. The screams. The blood. The sins he commented. They will haunt him for the rest of his days. But being around them, his friends, he could deal with those nightmares for a good eternity or so. Finishing up with few more decorations, the silent blade member went in the kitchen to put the final touches on the food that Lin, and Hope had made. He put on his apron and started garnishing the turkey, and taking out the rest of the food in the oven. "Just you wait boys." Frye ginned as he finished with the mistletoe. "I'll show you how a true Casanova works! The first person that come through that door is going to get the kiss of a lifetime." A knock on the door echoed throughout the barracks. Frye's grin nearly split his face. "Looks we have our first luckily lady." He let the door slide open to greet their lovely guest. "Hello-huh?" "Hey there! Is this where the uh….Christmas party is? I said that right right?" Asked the dark green Ma-non in the door way. "What the-What are you doing here?" Frye questioned the little alien. "Fenrir called me over!" The Ma-non beamed, bouncing on its toes with a smile. Hearing his name being called, Fenrir peeked his head form the kitchen. He nodded to the Ma-non with grin making Frye glare at him a little. "He said the humans are having party and that we should come over yeah?" "We?" Frye peeked over to see four more little aliens behind the Ma-non. A few of them even having a few gifts in their hands. With a sigh in disappointment that it wasn't one of the girls, Frye let them in anyway. "Hold on their Casanova." Gwin's smile didn't make Frye feel any better. "Didn't you say the first person through that door is getting the kiss of a life time?" Frye paled, "Now wait-" "Oh yeah." Lao said. "You did say that." "A true blade keeps their promise." H.B sounded like he was scolding Frye but there was a sinister grin on his face. "Screw all of you!" Frye growled at them, but he knew they won't let him go if he doesn't fallow on his word. He looked back down at the reptilian alien with some slight fear. Wondering if their species even know what a kiss is. "Um…is there a problem?" He gulped, looking at the little alien. He is a blade. A man of his word. He placed his hands on the Ma-non's shoulder's and looked him right in his biddy little eyes. His own burned with determination. The little Ma-non looked very nervous, "Uh-" "Sorry about this." Frye place a swift kiss on the Ma-non's snot. "ARUGH!?" "GAK!?" And they both ran to the sink in disgust. Trying drown the taste out of their mouths with water and anything else they could find. "What the hell!?" Frye gargled and spited out the mouthwash he drowned. "Did you eat a Grexs butt dude!?" "Me!? What about you!?" Shrieked the xeno, drinking and gargling the blue liquid soap to get the taste out its mouth. "You taste like you soaked yourself one of Noctilum's stinky waters! And I am a female!" "Wait what?" Gwin fell out his chair laughing, while Lao chuckled against the wall. Even H.B found himself smiling at his comrade's expense. Noticing that no one was going help the rest of the aliens in, Fenrir helped them out himself. "What the hell man!?" Frye turned to the taller blade member as the door closed, drinking a whole bottle of mouth wash. "Next time tell me if you invite something other than a beautiful woman!" Fenrir shrugged as a knock on the door sounded. He looked at Frye, wondering if he was going to answer it. "Hell no! I am not getting my face sucked in form a prone or something!" Sighing Fenrir went decided to open it himself, although he hesitated when he heard arguing behind the door. Form two voices that sounded rather familiar. When he let the door slid open, Murderess and Irina were bearing their fangs at each other. Well Irina had her teeth out in her cream colored jacket and faded blue jeans, while Murderess was standing smugly over her in her slick black strapless dress with a low V showing off her cleavage. She filled out the dress quite nicely, something Fenrir wasn't really surprised about. "Funny." Irina snarled. "I may be 'underdressed' but at least I am not some desperate child begging for attention." "Oh no. I didn't say that you looked ugly." Murderess gave a false look of shock. "I merely meant that you fit the standards of most indagien and men with less than half a brain." Murderess has always been one for flare and always tried to one up Irina in some way or another. Whether it be on a mission or wearing an overly sexy dress at simple Christmas party. Fenrir just hopes their rivalry will cool down for night since he's always the one caught in the middle of them. Still Fenrir isn't going to lie and say that he did agree with Frye and saying that the many female members of Blade are downright gorgeous. While Irina isn't wearing some expensive dress, the white flowered shirt and jacket made him relax his guard. It played off her intense gray eyes and smooth lightly sun kissed skin. She looked very homely, something she may just feed his own arm for if he ever said that out loud. It showed of her figure in a way that wasn't showy but it still made her stand out in sweet way. Kind of like her. As tough as she is, both Fenrir and Gwin know she's like a big cute friendly dog. With huge teeth and a short temper. While Murderess herself took the meaning of drop dead gorgeous almost literally. Her black dress flowed past her knees, but has a slit showing her smooth legs. Giving any man a teasing look. It was even backless with a single string holding it all together. Her make up is perfectly light. Not too much but just enough to put emphasis on her deadly violet eyes and high cheek bones. Her dress dipped very low in the front to show off her impressive chest, but like the rest of her it is all a tease. Like how she purposely lit just the very tip of her black bra show of form her cleavage. She took the word sexy and made it her own. And this is just Irina and Murderess. Elma and the others are their own gems. But the girls will have to put him in front of a Ganglion firing squad on the edge of Cauldros sunset falls for him to even think about admitting that out loud. Coughing, Fenrir got their attention before they started trying to tear each other's eyes out. "Oh. Hey Fenrir." Irina smiled at him the noticed the horrible red shirt under his apron. It is an odd look for a man who is known for killing the most dangerous of beast. "Wow. And I thought what Doug had to wear was worse." Irina snickered. "Well looks like you're not alone in bad clothing department." He white haired curator giggled until she noticed the white flora hanging over his head. "Why Fenrir. If you wanted a kiss. All you had to do was ask." She teased him, hoping to see the normally quiet and clam man turn red with embarrassment. He looked up to see the hanging left over their heads, completely forgetting about it. "Ha!" Irina chuckled. "Like hell! Fenrir would rather date a Caro then you." "Oh, afraid I'll steal your toy away?" Murderess challenged. Making Fenrir quickly see where this was going. And his honesty doesn't know if he'll like it. A pink hue dusted Irina's cheeks, but she didn't lose her fire. "F-Fenrir's a big boy. He can handle himself." "Well then." Murderess swiftly wrapped her arms around Fenrir's neck before he could even move. Her cheshire cat grin made the man who will glare at a millesaur dead in the eye sweat. "I'll just help myself." She kissed him with such heat that he felt the room light up. Or maybe that was just Irina glaring at them. Her right leg wrapped around his left, tickling his thighs as her tongue slide past his mouth. The kiss is just as brutal and sensual as the woman herself. It was really hard not to kiss back to the taste of cherries dip in hazel nut, or wrap his hands around her curvy hips. The only thing stopping him is a stare that would probably end this whole war if the Ganglion saw it. As she parted her ruby lips from his with satisfied sigh, she placed a piece of paper in his pocket and whispered, "Met me here after the party." She planted one last kiss on his ear before turning to Irina. Looking oh so smug while Fenrir look oh so red mostly because he has a feeling that her little note isn't about one of get rich quick schemes. "You little harlot!" Irina roared, Fenrir being glad she didn't have her knife for once. The white hair seductress only smiled at the blushing face of her rival. "You said it yourself. His not yours. Unless…" She stepped to the side, "You want stake your claim." The tips of Fenrir's ears turned red. Surly Irina, as quick to anger as she can be at times, would do something as drastic as- "I-I'll show you!" He really dose hate it when he's wrong. Irina walked up to the taller man. Looking up at him with those same passionate eyes that always burn whenever she's in a fight. Her own eyes looked into those relaxed sea greens. She placed her hands on his shoulder and he flinched, thinking she was about to head butt him. She stood on her toes, inching closer while he stood stock still. This oddly isn't the first time that Fenrir has seen the brave woman flushed, the apple red color she takes was always cute to him. "We haven't got all day chief." The snide comment form Gwin made her blaze up. "Another word from you and I'll have you run around Mira butt naked with nothing but string to defend yourself!" Her subordinate wise shut up. She turned back to Fenrir who still didn't move as the tigress turned her rage towards him. "D-Don't think I am doing this because I like you or anything. Got it? It's just a stupid tradition." Irina said to both him and herself. Fenrir nodded dumbly, not wishing to end up in pieces. She closed the gap between their lips softly. Not as fiery as Murderess, but there was still the undeniable passion there. Just softer and warmer, her strawberry lips are oddly gentle. He couldn't stop himself form pushing back ever so slightly. But before he could get too in it, Irina pulled back. "T-there happy?" Irina didn't look him in the eye, and neither did he as he stepped aside to let her in. "Aw. How sweet." Murderess chide. "Two beast falling in love." The smile on Irina's face only showed pain. Lots and lots of pain. "Come over here and I'll show you what a real beast can do!" While she went to wring Murderess neck, Fenrir let the door close behind and was met with a rather miffed Frye. "Man your lucky!" Frye grumbled in jealousy. "Both of them!? Seriously!?" The twenty three year old gave him deadpanned look. Being in between Murderess's and Irina's antics rivals is not something he would call 'lucky'. The last he was dragged into their mess he was nearly eaten by a bunch of Simius. Deciding to cool himself off, Fenrir sunk back into the kitchen. A few minutes later there was another knock on the door. Gwin looked to Frye, since Fenrir was busy in the kitchen, and Murderess was trying to convince H.B to help her on her next cash in. "Ready for round two lover boy?" "Hell know! I am still trying to get the taste of year old fish out of my mouth!" Gwin shrugged deciding to volunteer to be tribute for whatever was behind the door. 'Kissing a Ma-non can't be that bad.' Gwin thought as he opened the door for more guest. "Greetings Earth aliens!" The large body of a prone was hidden by the smaller frame of the female prone in front of him. She nodded to him in greeting. "We were invited here by the demon of NLA." She answered Gwin's question before he could ask it. Gwin looked at the 'Demon' in the kitchen. Wearing a white apron and currently smacking Tatsu in the head for trying to eat some cookies. "Right…" While Gwin understood the reason why Fenrir earned such a name with his tall stature, and constant glare; the night he went on a rampage through out Mira and NLA still gives him shivers, he still couldn't believe his friend to be anything of the sort. Sure it was scary but afterwards he became he normal cool quite self. You really can't judge a book by its cover. "We bring gifts!" The male boasted with a…smile? "Suid's quarters! Grex snouts! And auravis claw dipped in adsecula blood! Prime feast for a celebration!" Gwin smiled at the two alien's, their enthusiasm infectious. "Well come right on in and set on the table over-" "Hold it right there." Irina walked up to them. Her smile nearly made Gwin want to head all the way to a hidden cave in Cauldros. "Aren't you forgetting something? " "F-forgetting what?" She wouldn't… Irina's smile grew ten times bigger, while Gwin chances of getting out of this intact shrunk. Oh yes she would. Turning to the Prone Irina explained, "You see we have holiday tradition that whenever two people are caught under that," she pointed at the dreaded mistletoe. "They have to show a sing of affection by kissing." Gwin was quick to interject. "Now hold on there-" "Hmm. Earth alien custom are odd." The female prone summarizes. "But we are guest." "Yes! Let us not be rude." Her male nodded in agreement. "No! You can all be as rude as you want!" Gwin tried to divert the conversation but prone are a stubborn race. "Nonsense. Human respect prone culture. Prone respect human culture." The female prone grabbed the nervous Gwin by his shoulder and kissed him. Or something like that. The rest of the guests watched in either amazement or horror whatever was happening to Gwin. When she was done with him, his whole face was red and his hair looked like it had just came out of the drier and then tossed into a turbine. Bemused and disturbed Gwin didn't notice the male prone stepping up to him. "Male prone do not kiss to show affection." He cracked his knuckles, and Gwin whimpered a little. Irina watched with sadistic glee as Gwin was hurled into the air and landed behind the couch with an agonizing groan. "So?" she asked. "I regret every decision in my life that lead me up to that moment." She pated his head, "Good boy." Fenrir had just finished up in the kitchen, when the there was another knock on the door. Gwin was on the floor with red face and hair looking like the rear end of a duck, and Frye had taken to the bar for a few drinks. With everyone starting to enjoy themselves he went to open the door. "Yo! Sup Fenrir!" Alexa greeted the young man cheerfully. Her amber eyes matching perfectly with her rose red dress. "Good evening Fenrir." Hope was behind her smiling gently with a present in her hands. Her yellow sundress gave her a near motherly like aura. Behind her is his team. Lin is in a girly version of a bright red Santa outfit. A red and white tunic with a cute little red hat on her head. While Elma has a white rose embroider dress with a black and white corsage on her wrist. They all looked stunning tonight. He smiled back at them, gald they could make in time. "Did you finish everything for dinner tonight?" Lin asked. He nodded as he was about to let them, when he suddenly realized the death trap above them. He turned, desperate to stop Alexa form stepping under the mistletoe. "Nice shirt dude." Alexa chuckled, stepping forward. Under the accursed piece of grass above them. Defeated he sighed. Well as long as no one notices- "Oohh is that a mistletoe I see?" Lin teased and Fenrir smacked his forehead. "Oh Fenrir you slay dog." Alexa giggled while Hope blushed. "You set this up didn't you?" He was about to deny that claim but her lips on his stopped her. Alexa had jump into Fenrir, forcing him to hold her as she kissed him. She sighed into him when she felt his hands gently hold her up, enjoying his soothing touch and the gentle taste of vanilla. Unlike Murderess powerful kiss, or Irina gently passionate one, Alexa's is pure white hot fire. The taste of milk chocolate and honey over took his senses form the rather rough kiss. It was shorter then Irina's as she disengaged after a few seconds. Licking her lips in approval of him. "Hmm. On a scale one on to ten on kiss-O-meter, I'd say you're an eight." She says with bit of a blush on her mocha skin. She smiled at his flushed face then skipped on to chat with Irina. Fenrir could never really keep up with Alexa. Her spunk and energy could power all of NLA. And when she's with Lin, he could sleep for days with how tired those two make him. "Uh...um…" Hope's shy voice brought him out his thoughts. While the woman is brave on the battlefield like no other, and can have a sharp tongue to match it, when it comes to the things of the heart she turns into as red as the lava of Cauldros. This is one of the reasons why his team is sometimes called the beauties and the beast. Lin, Elma, Hope, Irina, and Murderess are basically at the top of the Blades most popular list. All of them beautiful in their own right do most of their missions with him. And while everyone in NLA asks him for help, he is mostly seen with three or two out of the five women at a time. It was even worse when the stories of him obliterating seven ganglion bases by himself, or taking on a whole pack of raging Simius with a single Skell, or him beating down a bunch of blades because they looked at him wrong. It made him like some sort of monster. Or it could be the fact that he just loves to tease poor Hope. "Eep!" He gently lifted her chin so her heterochromia violet and amber eyes looked up in to his hungry green ones. Pulling her closer so she was trap between the door and his chest. He let loss one his primal growls form the back of his throat that made the poor woman's knees shake. He took her hand and caressed it. "Ah! Fen-Fenrir! W-Wait! I am not- I mean I am flattered but- we- um!" Hope stammered trying to find a way out while ever one looked at the two. His face inched closer to hers, getting redder and redder by the second. She swears there is steam coming out of her. However she didn't resist. Nor did she move or try to push him away. Not that he was too strong with his soft grip, nor was it fear. It something else keeping her trapped in his arms. "My-My heart's not ready for this yet!" She yelled, closing her eyes shut as he hit his target. A sweet kiss on her the back of her hand. When she opened her eyes she saw him smiling at her holding her hand kindly. "O-Oh." She sounded a little relieved. And oddly a bit disappointed. But those feelings quickly turned to anger. "Don't ever do that again Fenrir!" He held his hands up in apology. Hope can be just too easy to get tease sometimes that he just can't help himself. "Hm. Is that disappointment I hear in your voice Hope?" Elma joined in on it. Smiling when Hope face turned red again. "Wow Hope!" Alexa jumped in on the fun. "You were ready to go all the way to church and a two story house with Fenrir huh?" Now it was Fenrir's turn to look red in the face at what Alexa was implying. However Hope was not going too bullied any longer. "Fine. If that's how you all are, no gifts for any of you." "What!? That's so un fair!" With a huff she marched past Fenrir whit Alexa begging to get her gift back. Fenrir smiled at the two. Never really a dull moment is there? "Aren't you forgetting something?" Fenrir's smile quickly left as the voice of his superior woke him up. He turned to see Elma, looking as lovely as ever, under the mistletoe with him. There has always been something about Elma that fascinated him. Ever since their first meeting on Starfall basin they've had this odd connection. Only she and Lin can really understand his grunts, hms and silent persona. They even have this odd way of balancing out each other. While they are both normally calm and cool headed, Elma has always kept him grounded, and he has been the crutch she can lean on every now and then when things go sour. Weather on the battle field or not these two are connected in some way. And it terrified him a little. His past still haunts him. And while Lin and Elma know and accept his past, that doesn't mean he thinks they are safe with it hanging over him. But still he can see why many a men get jealous over Fenrir's constant interaction with not just all the women in blade, but Elma in particular. Her form filled out her white dress with elegance and poise. It wasn't not cute, yet it isn't over sexy. Like her it is subtle yet powerful all in one alluring package. "What's wrong?" She asked suddenly, her blue eyes lowered in a daring way. "Afraid I might bite or something?" Like Hope Fenrir can be a rather easy tease. However you have to get to know him very well to get a decent rise out him. So far only her, Lin, Irina and oddly enough Ga Buidhe and Celica are able to get a rise out him. Seeing him blush and stutter has ways been a bit of guilt pleasure of hers. She doesn't know why though. Maybe because she knows under that serious mask of his, under all that bestial rage on the battle field is a gentle fun loving man who is more like fluffy a cat then some demon as everyone thinks he is. And bringing that side out him just dose something to her heart. However she did forget one thing. Fenrir doesn't take a challenge lying down. Elma was pulled into his arm, her chin tilted up and kissed by Fenrir in one swift movement. His lips were just like him. Sweet and gentle. Softly pushing up against her that, not matter how hard she tried to resist, made her melt. There was a sweet taste of vanilla mixed with a slight bitter taste of blueberries. He smelled just like Primordia, rich and woodsy. The grip on her waist was firm but not harsh. Just hard enough to send a cute little jolt up her spine. She tasted like apples. It's a refreshing taste that filled him with new found energy. Apples and Cinnamon. Elma tasted like apples and smelled like cinnamon. It made him want more of her, pulling her closer to him as she kissed him back. Softly but with a shocking thirst he didn't know she had. It was like him in a fight, unrelenting but never cruel. Everyone watched as Fenrir kissed Elma with slacked jaws. Then they nearly cheered when she nearly instinctually wrapped her arms around his head to deep their lip's union. When moaned into him, he finally let go. A smug smile on his face that quickly disappeared when he realized he had just made out with Elma. In front of everyone. Without her consent. Fenrir jumped back like he was just burned; although he may as well be with how red his face is. Elma, however, has a blush of her own. But her oceanic eyes did not look at Fenrir, either out of embarrassment, or fear she may just kiss again. But this time never stop. "H-Honestly, Fenrir." She said behind her hand. Carefully covering her blush. "How many times have I told you to think before you act?" She walked ahead to Irina who gave her a high five. Making Fenrir feel even more embarrassed. He glared at the cause of this. That damned branch thing was going to have to burn by the end of the night. "Hey don't forget about me!" He looked down in fear of another lip lock. Lin beamed up at him with one of angelic smiles. Being the youngest of the group, everyone seemed to treat Lin either with respect or like a little sister. Fenrir, on the other hand, has always seen her like an odd combination of a little sister and his best friend. Her go to attitude is as infectious as deadly world killing virus. But instead of killing the world it just put's everyone in a good mood. Her little Santa dress seemed to fit that. The red and white went well with her milky skin and smoky eyes. While cute, there was just a little bit of the top taken off to show off just a little bit of her chest probably to tease some poor dope who would try and flirt with her. And then she would use Fenrir to scare them off in a little prank. It was moment's like that where he would join in on her teasing of Tatsu or gushing over Skells where she would feel like the best friend he never had. And the times where her innocence would take over, and he wanted to keep her safe, or when his back is against the wall with nowhere to go and her cheery grin pulls him form the abyss is where the feeling of an older brother would take's place. It's an odd feeling but one he enjoys. "How am I going to kiss you if you're way up there?" She playfully grumbled about his towering height. He chuckled, and obliged her. Bending a little so she could reach his cheek. "Mmph!?" Only for Lin to grab Fenrir by his jacket and take his lips for her own. Fenrir's eyes nearly blew out his sockets as Lin kissed with such ferocity and desire, the only thing he could think of is how she tasted of honeysuckle and ginger. A sweet and tangy taste he will never forget. Both of their faces turned deathly red as she pushed him to the ground straddling his waist. Her lips like a vice grip on his own. And sadly he almost doesn't want her to let go. While the fire of her kiss consumed him, her touch is sweet. Almost heavenly in the way her lips form over his. After a full minute she came back up for air then plunged back down on him. Getting addicted to the taste of ginseng on his lips, and Noctilum's cherry rose scent. His mouth is rather rough but not like sand paper or in cat tongue sort of way. It's like kissing a large flower. While delicate yes, it can still take a lot of punishment. It felt good to kiss Fenrir. More than just 'kissing is a nice thing to do'. It just feels right to do so. Like she been kissing him for year and she is back in her comfort zone. Lin purred and wiggled her hips on his own, making him growl and dig his nails into the metal floor of the barracks. She finally stopped. Letting their lips smack apart with her panting, her chest heaving up and down, sweating. Her dark eyes seemed to beg for more. That is the odd thing with Fenrir. At times his like a farther to her. Other times he like goofy fun older brother. But most of the times he's something she just can't pen down. There are time where he's more in her head then Skells which always made her wonder what her exact feelings for her comrade is. Although she has a feeling the kiss just confirmed that. "So uh where did you put the punch?" She asked breathless, and panting. Redder then Alexa's skell. Fenrir, wide eyed and utterly god smacked, glazed up at the ceiling. Merely point to his left, dazed and red. "Thanks!" She chirped. Placing a peck on his nose before scampering off. Fenrir laid there on the floor. Gazing up at the lights in the barracks, eyes wide and confused. He felt tired. Oddly fulfilled. And a tad violated. He finally got up, his expression still the same, and walked to the couch where Gwin looked almost like him and everyone else in the room that had just watched that display. Utterly shocked. Well the men did while the girls were giving Lin high fives and Hope gave Murderess a few credits as if she lost a bet. "Uh dude you ok?" Gwin asked in concern. Fenrir just slowly put his head in his hands. Plotting to kill a leaf hanging in the door way. There was another knock on the door but with Frye out of commission, Gwin nursing a back injury, and Fenrir trying to find his brain that seemed to have explode all over the floor, Lao decided he should just open it.  Although now he has enough black mail to keep Irina off his back. This time it was Doug who was behind it. In an adorable tan reindeer costume. Complete with blinking red nose on his and cute little antlers on his head. Lao had to resist the urge to laugh. "So Rudolf how did you and Santa end up all the way on another planet? Santa's magic sack of B.S?" "I wouldn't be talking." Doug shot back, snickering at the bells on Lao's shoes. "You look more like a Keebler elf. Well more than normal anyway." "Yeah. Lin can be rather…persuasive." Lao groaned. "Tell me about it." Doug was just about to walk in when Lao stopped him then pointed up. "Mistletoe huh?" Doug observed. "Yup. We already got three victims." Lao pointed at Fenrir who looked like he was nursing head injury, Gwin who is nursing an actually head injury and Frye who was drinking mouth wash and soap. "Damn. Reminds me of Earth back home. Christmas was scaring by in high school." Doug limited. Lao poked at him. "I am surprised you still remember high school old man." "Hey are you sassies going keep talking like a bunch of bored old ladies or am I going to have something to sale to them already?" Murderess sneered at the two while they chatted. "Sorry snow white." Lao jabbed. "But unlike the rest of you, we mature enough not to fallow some stupid tradition that dead way more than two years ago." Tatsu ran past Murderess away from the Prone that was looking at him like a piece of meat and ran right into Lao. "Salutations! And happy hula hoop days! We bring you gift form the claws of Santa!" L suddenly bragged in behind Doug with a Santa hat on his head pushing the large man forward. Right into Lao's waiting lips. Kissing each other for the briefest of seconds. "Mph!?" They both gasped and turned green as their lips meat and quickly parted. Lao glared at the Nopon. "Ugh! You little potato skin!" "Meh!?" Lao quickly gave chase with a blistering red face. "Well uh...that was unexpected." Doug honestly couldn't say anything but that with his burning face. "But not unprofitable." "You too make a cute pair you know." Irina and Murderess both had their comm links out looking at the picture where Doug and Lao's lips met in their sweet kiss. "Gah!? Hey you two!" Doug ran at them while Murderess wonder how much she could get with two of the most manliest Blade members making out. As L entered the party more Xeno's enter with him. Orphean, a few more Prone and Ma-non, and a few human's as well. The party going into full swing with only a few more guest missing. "Fenrir." Hope called to him as he finally got over his trauma and was talking with Lavina and her husband.  "Could you fix the reef by the door? It looks a little crooked." He nodded to her and walked to the reef, only to notice it was just fine. Until there was a knock on the door. It was at that moment Fenrir received a grim reminder of mistletoe hanging about the doorway. He sent his most heated glare at Hope who only poked her tongue out at him while the rest of the girls laughed at his expense. Sighing he went to answer the door. While he doesn't hate the many make out sessions he's had in the past two hours; he wouldn't mind redoing a few, this is going to turn him permanently red. Here's hoping it wasn't a Wrothian or something. He really didn't want to pick fur form his teeth. "Ah. Fenrir. You look…" Ga Jiarg looked at the red shirt under Fenrir's black jacket with a curious eye. He can never really understand human ethic and culture. "Rather festive I could say." Fenrir rather like the Wrothians. Like the Prone they are a war like race but instead the pure brutally and wildness of the prone, Wrothians have this grace to them that make. Even the way the fight, while unnerving and brutal, is filled with a refined poise and grace about it. Like the Japanese samurai of old. It can even be seen in their clothes. Ga Jiarg's sliver tunic is done with superb embroidery with wonderful patterns of swirls and rivers. On the left side is a large tsunami trying to eat all in one bite. It fit his bulky frame perfectly. Not to tight so he can have enough room to cut down his foes, but not too loose so it would slip off in combat. But the attraction for the night was his occasionally silent ward and body guard, Ga Buidhe. Her spring blue kimono flowed around her form like a second skin. Allowing her curves to be shown but never revealing unless she wanted them to be. The dark blue made her milky white fur shine in evening light. The snowy patterns of white dots on her dress seem to shimmer and glow like real snow in the pale moon light. Her hair is tied into a bun with two black needles which he knows are sharp enough to kill given the many times to two have spared together. She still has her mask on which he could barely see form the white paper fan she peeked her glinting yellows eyes are him form. Beautiful. Alluring. Deadly. The whole dressed matched her to a t. It reminded him of the first time he fought her when him, Elma, Lin, and Celica went to speak to her and Jiarg about the alliance. She challenged him to a one on one duel like he did to Jiarg. Their duel became more of vicious dance. A language they spoke to each other as people born to fight only know. It is because of that he and she are surprisingly close. Not as close as her and her prince, but it wasn't just the simple respect of a warrior either. "This are our traditional wear for holidays similar to your own." Ga Jiarg said. "I hope they do not offend." Fenrir shook his head with generous smile. "You both look great." He said, his voice rough form little use, but not cold. He ushered them into his home. Making sure to check before anyone- "Oh Jiarg, Buidhe. Welcome." Oh no. Elma wouldn't- "Have you heard of one our human customs during this time of year?" Crap. She would. Elma watched at as Fenrir begged with his eyes she wouldn't do this to him. Her smile showed no mercy to him. "It's a human tradition that, whoever is caught under that little leaf has to kiss." Evil thy name is Elma. Fenrir whipped his head to Jiarg. The honorable prince would never consider such a thin- "Hmm. You humans have such odd customs." The crazy hairball is actually thinking about it. "Although we do have something similar back on our world." "Oh?" Elma sounded interested as she blocked Fenrir's chance to escape. "It is customary for lovers or would be lovers to kiss under the Ken'Jaru leaf while men would wrap their tails together. Doing this will being good luck to the lovers, bonding them through the coming year, and keep the brotherly bond between men strong." Buidhe commented form behind her fan. "I see." Elma sounded little discouraged that Fenrir and Jiarg wouldn't be- "But you humans have shown great tolerance for our way of living." Jiarg spoke proudly. Looking at Fenrir with determined eyes. "So we shall do the same." Just as the rookie feared, the former prince grabbed Fenrir and rammed his muzzle against Fenrir's lips. The young man tasted nothing but fur. It is as if he was kissing a cat. Well he is, a big humanoid red former prince cat. After a while he released Fenrir, his face resembled a particularly furry blushing pole. "Hmm. Quite the odd culture indeed." The former prince walked off and Fenrir swears the warlord prince was blushing under all that fur. While Elma laughed at him, he picked some red fur out of his teeth. He was really getting tired being tugged around like this. Before he could even turn around, his arm was yanked back and his lips were taken again. With an angry growl, Fenrir kiss the perpetrator back. Not really knowing who they are, yet also not even caring at slightest. Although he has to guess it's another Wrothian form her softness of her hands on the back of his head. With his hands on her hips he held her against the wall, her purrs and mewls encouraging him to hold her closer. Her hands, surprisingly soft with her sharp nails, grasped the back of his head and the front of his shirt in almost desperation to taste more of him. Whoever this is put all that fierceness in Murderess's kiss to shame.  This is pure unhinged emotion being poured into him as she growled and nip at his lips. Her rough cat tongue caught him by surprise but he accepted it. Various flavors of tea and sweet mocha took over his sense. The calming scent of white chocolate combined with the taste her lips made him beg for more. She apparently wanted the same as she turned the tables. Pining him to the wall with her chest. Her hands roaming over his shirt, hating the fact he has it on. Her tail coiled up his leg and tickled his inner thigh. His own hands traced her mid back and rubbed up her sides through her dress. Their touches made them jump and growl for each form their wild and animalistic kissing. Sure there is the loving aura of gentleness around the two of them but this is not the time for it. "Ahem." Jiarg coughed to get the two's attention before their clothes came off. "Geh!?" Fenrir jumped in shocked when the Wrothian whose lips he had claimed were Ga Buidhe. Hiding behind her fan as she adjusted her cowl after she had begrudgingly ripped herself form him. She purred, turning her tail to him. It swayed back and forward like a kitten excited with her new toy. "You kiss just like you fight Fenrir." Her eyes lowered dangerously behind her paper fan. He could hear her smiling behind it. "I wonder what else you show your ferocity in." Those words only left him red with their meaning and Jiarg giving his body guard a raised brow as she walked to the other women in the party. Her hips giving a tantalizing shake towards Fenrir as she walked away. When she reached the girls not much to his surprise, Lin have gave her a thumbs up while Alexa paid her a few credits. So that was their game. They were all trying to see who could get Fenrir to react the most. It is something not uncommon among his friends, betting to see if they could get him to show a bit more emotion then a smile grin or frown. It's mostly the women who enjoy seeing him either blush like a nun in a brothel. That would explain why most of the girls were so eager to kiss him. Well part of the reason anyway. Although at this rate he may as well get down on one knee and marry one of them. He is going to get them all back for this. But first he glared at the evil doer in the room. Standing on his toes, Fenrir stated untying the offending garment form the ceiling. "Ok Rock. Let just ask him-ah!?" Celica bumped into Fenrir, knocking them both down. He caught her as they fell, her head bumping into his chest. "Ah! Sorry Celica!" Rock peek his giant head through the door to apologize. "No it's ok." Celica called back to her friend but blushed when she noticed she was face to face with the Demon of NLA, who is also one of her closest friends. "F-Fenrir!? I am terrible sorry!" She apologized but he waved it off. He is more interested in what she was wearing. A strapless sea green dress that stopped at her just short of her thighs. It went lovely with her dazzling blue eyes. "Oh hey Fenrir!" Rock greeted him with a smile. "Um you think you could open the back door for me?" Fenrir nodded to his large friend, planning to open the skell hanger door form him. He turned his attention to Celica who was still setting on him in her new dress. "Ah this well." Celica blushed at little when she noticed she is under his inquisitive gaze. "Lin brought this for me for the party. Do you think it suits me?" She asked. Nodded with a smile, although he could give his full judgment when they are both standing up. "Oh! I am sorry!" She got off his waist so he could help her stand up. Allowing him to get a better look at her dress. Celica tends to have this regale aura about her. It didn't demand anyone's respect, but you'll feel like crap form not respect such a noble lady. Seeing in the green dress gives her a gentle homely feel. She blushed under his gaze. "It's rude to stare Fenrir." She chastised him, to which he scratched his cheek backwardly. While she never though Fenrir a brute; not as much as the prone, he can be rather crass. Yet he can still be the most gentle and care individual she's ever met. He is a weird person that much she'll admit. Maybe that's why it bothers her when she sees him surrounded by his most of female friends. Yes. That's obviously it. Nothing more nothing less. "Oohh. Looks who's under the mistletoe!" Lin suddenly giggled out. Making Fenrir silently curse when he forgot his mission to tear down that damn thing. "Mistletoe?" Celica looked up to see the branch hanging over the both of them. Fenrir sighed and explained the tradition to her, while also telling her she didn't have to fallow it. "Ki-kissing!? Even if you don't know them!?" She said, shocked by the bold actions. He nodded grimly. "I-I see. You humans are really bold." She turned a cute shade of pink at the thought. 'So are Wrothians.' He thought but decided against speaking his mind. He told her not to worry about it and went to take the branch down. He told Rock he'll met him at the back to open the hanger door form him so he can get in. "Alright! See you in a few Celica!" The gentle gaint walked to the back of the barracks to the hanger door while Fenrir took down the flower. Or he would have if a light tug on his jacket didn't stop him. He looked down at Celica who found he floor very interesting. "I-It is merely a tra-tradtion correct? There is no re-real meaning behind it?" She stammered a little. Making Fenrir tilted his head like his pet husky in the barracks, wondering why she was making such a big fuss over a peck on the cheek. But he agreed with her, if it would make her relax. "I-I see then." She turned to face him, her eyes burning with deep desire. She step towards him, her hands on his chest and standing on her toes so her lips could reach his. Throughout the night had either tried to avoid having his lips taken or fought back, but he knows he can't deny Celica's. It was that aura of respect she sweetly demanded. Out everyone here, she herself is more of royal then the former prince himself. She holds herself high, but never looking below, but never ready to be talked down to. Like all the women in Fenrir's life, his past and current ones, she is force to be not be trifled with. "But e-even if this doesn't mean anything you must take responsibility as a man." She demanded of him, although the cute blush on her face didn't help her stance much. "My chastity does not come cheap." "Wa-mph!?" Before he could ask what she meant by that, she kissed him. Finding out that she rather enjoyed the roughness of his lips, yet the gentleness of his touch as she held her. It was like the wind during the end of a storm. Strong, forceful, but never harmful. Almost protective, making her feel safe in his arms. The scent of roses filled his lungs, the flavor of vanilla danced around their joined lips. Her body is, not shockingly, soft. But it was how soft it was that surprised him.  She felt delicate, almost like a glass doll. It only made him be more amazed at how she handle herself in battle. How she could be so powerful, so caring, and so kind, and never break under the weight of it all. An unbreakable glass doll would fit her best. Their kiss broke when they heard whistling in the back ground form the rest of the party. Cat calling and cheering at the two. She broke the kiss with a massive blush, touching her lips at the lingering tingling sensation that was rushing through her body. 'My first…' She couldn't finish the though in fear of kiss him again. Fenrir, always quick to regain his composure mentioned that he go and let Rock in. But it's to mostly hide his own red face. "I-I'll do it!" Celica suggested a little too quickly. "I mean, I'll let him in. I know the code." She said, merely wanting to get away from the crowd and him so the heat going through her would finally die down. "Excuse me." She gave a polite bow and walked to the Skell hanger. Lin fallowing behind her to tease her about the kiss. Now, it's time to finally- "Damn I am hungry!" Oh bullocks. "Hey Fenrir! Where's the grub?" Commander Vanadham walked through the door all smiles with a growling belly. Before he even answered his commander, Fenrir quickly hoped up, snatched the mistletoe, and expertly tossed it in the trash can by throwing it over Mia's head. He turned back to his commander, grinning at him and welcoming him in. As if nothing ever happened. "Uh you ok there?" Vanadham asked as he watched Fenrir nearly freak out in front of him. The elite BLADE never felt better. Now he can relax and not worry about- "Yeah nice try but we all saw that." Where's a Ganglion invasion when you need one? He turned to argue Irina's claim, but she sneered at him with a malevolent smile. "Sorry but it is a tradition Fenrir." Gwin smiled with her, just as evil as his commander, "If you're under the mistletoe you've got to do it." He quickly shook his head. Jiarg was one thing, but the commander!?  That's just madness. He looked to Elma, the normal voice of reason whenever things got crazy. "It's a tradition." Elma, however, smiled smugly as she sipped her drink. "Traditions tradition buddy." Frye grinned too. "If you're under it you got to kiss!" Lin encouraged with her comm device ready to take pictures. The demon of NLA, the man who tamed a wild pack of Grexs, the man who demanded a one on one duel with the Wrothian prince, finally knew true fear. And it is in the form of his friends screwing with him. No way! Never! Enough is enough! Not only is the wrong on so many levels, but his commander would never- He felt a large hand on his shoulder that made him jump in fear. The look in Vanadham eyes told him he has a rather large pool in the bet of seeing who could get Fenrir to react the loudest. "That's an order. Rook." "Oh shit." And he just won.

Chapter 0 - Doubt

     Mianora laid Truthguard on the table, the great shield’s core glowing with radiant warmth. She ran her finger over a new chink in the metal, left by a disgruntled pit lord who’d failed to break the artifact. Time and battle had proven that not even Truthguard was indestructible, but the damage was nothing Valgar couldn’t hammer out. The paladin looked around at what was easily the largest armoury she’d ever seen. Hammers, swords, shields and librams; enough weapons for a small army adorned the walls and wooden racks. Through the southern archway was the command room and archives, northward was the Hall of Champions that housed both the altar of ancient kings and statues of the Silver Hand’s bastions.    The Sanctum of Light; A monumental feat of construction, all hidden beneath Light’s Hope chapel, the most unassuming and unimpressive of chapels and yet surely there were none more sacred.    The place was all but deserted at this late hour. The soft glow of the candles and the quiet rumbling of the stone walls brought her great calm. She could spend hours here, reading lore in the archives or training with the recruits, herself ever under the watchful eye of Grayson. She often joked he was the real Highlord for he was ever present. But the bustle of the day would always eventually fade away, leaving an environment more suited for contemplation. She may have crashed in the Exodar but for all the distance she had travelled across the stars, Mianora felt as though she had come home.    A jingle of keys, followed by a phenomenal clicking sound, caused Mianora to glance behind her. A dwarf stood, hunched over the weighty padlock of an iron barred door. She turned to look up and bowed her head slightly.    “Goodnight, Highlord.”    The friendly but gruff voice of Sister Elda echoed slightly, she had locked up the archives for the night. The dwarf bundled off with scrolls of research under her arm, and made for the secret passage to the surface.    “Goodnight, sister,” Mia said, in that thick draenei accent.    Home. Her people’s first home had fallen to the Legion and now far from Argus and Draenor, they came again. Never before had she seen such unity in the face of overwhelming odds and yet she could not shake the fact that her world had burnt all those years ago. Would all this be enough to save their third home?    Mianora looked through the arch to the great statue of Tirion Fordring, the late Highlord. Her eyes fell down to the shield before her.    Tirion had been the Ashbringer. The man who had shattered Frostmourne upon the very stones of icecrown. Now the Lich King was dead, but so was Fordring. Mia’s eyes were lost more and more in the glowing core of the shield. The Legion was at the doorstep, could she be the shield against them?    She wandered to the great statue of him in the hall, his determined expression judging her even now.    “I never spoke to him.”    Mianora jumped at the cold voice that cut through the silence. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she had not heard the plate boots of Lady Liadrin come up behind her.    "He nodded to me once at the Argent Tournament, barked an order at me in the attack on Arthas’ citadel but we never really spoke. He was a busy man, little time even for the leader of the blood knights.” Liadrin moved to her side. “The last I saw of him was at the broken shore.”    “A sad day, we lost so many. So many.” Mia looked to the glistening sword on Liadrin’s back. It’s gold and red colours accentuated by a rolling gleam of holy light. “But now, you are the Ashbringer.”    “Yes,” Liadrin said bluntly. Her confidence normally bordered on arrogance, but this evening her tone was forced. Doubt rippled across her face as her eyes looked to the Ashbringer’s hilt for but a second.    Mianora’s face softened with genuine kindess, which was met by Liadrin’s usual stare of conviction.    “The prophet has faith in you. When I last spoke to him he said it brought him great joy to see you standing with us, that he sees the same love and grace in you as you saw in M’uru.”    Liadrin’s face softened slightly and she turned back to the statue of Fordring. Mianora studied that face of hers, always so driven, her lips always pursed. She wondered what they felt like to touch, or taste. Her eyes drifted from the elf’s head to her arms, then to her back. Her armour was surprisingly form fitting, especially further down.    She quickly turned her gaze away when Liadrin looked around. Had she caught her looking? She can’t have done for she immediately began to speak. “Shadowbreaker has faith in you. Don’t deny you try to impress him. I see you put on a straight face every time he comes into the room, push yourself during training when he’s watching. You doubt yourself, perhaps we both do. Why else would we gravitate towards the last wielder of this sword, and the last Highlord?”    Mia smiled in slight embarrassment. “He’s Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker. He should have been Highlord, or you, or Tyrosus.”    “But he chose you,” Liadrin interrupted.    “I see so many young people take up arms and learn our ways, as they did on Argus. I watch them knowing that no matter how hard I try, not all of them will survive this war against the Legion. Am I good enough to protect them if I already know I will lose them?”    Mianora turned away from Tirion, knowing she’d get no satisfactory answer from him. Her hopeful eyes looked at Liadrin, who was having difficulty maintaining her steely expression.    “That I cannot answer,” she finally said. The draenei hung her head a little. “You are not just a protector, you are a leader. This weight you’re feeling now is the burden of the people under your command. It is a feeling I know well,” she said, straining her neck up. “It is a great weight and you will carry it always.” The blood elf put her hand on Mia’s shoulder plate. “But it is not a weight you must bear alone.”      Liadrin gently caressed Mia’s brunette hair, folding it over in her fingers. The Highlord’s eyes grew a little brighter but her expression read more of surprise than anything else, more so when Liadrin began to run her finger around the gilded scales upon the red and gold armour.    “Lady Liadrin,” Mianora murmured, her voice giving away her excitement intermixed with fear. “What are you doing?”    “I am not the touchy-feely type. But the days are long and filled with blood both fel and red.” The elf moved her second hand downwards, towards Mianora’s plate belt with a hanging loincloth-like steel skirt. She loosened it and worked her fingers into the tight gap, gently touching the smooth blue skin beneath it. “Such burdens must be eased.”    Mianora swallowed briefly, before glancing around the hall. The seats were empty and the templar guards were in the middle of rotating shifts. They weren’t exactly invisible, but it didn’t seem like their closeness had been noticed. Not yet, anyway.    “Someone will see us,” Mianora whispered, a little surprised at herself for not resisting more readily.    Liadrin slid her finger further downwards, prodding the mound beneath the draenei’s linen panties. Mia bit her lip, was this really happening?    “You’re more afraid of me than you were that pit lord.” The corner of Liadrin’s lip curled before she cast her eyes back up to the Highlord. “No shield to hide behind this time, Mianora.” Her steel gaze began to turn playful, only slightly, but it was infectious enough. Mia began to feel more timid and excited than afraid. Liadrin tugged at the hem of the panties, pulling them upwards into the draenei’s pussy wedge. She could feel the moisture beginning to form on the fabric, on her fingertips as she stroked the surface. The Highlord gasped at the feeling of tight linen tug between her labia. “You can be afraid, but don’t deny you want this.”    Liadrin was right. Her heart was pounding, her tongue drifting out of her mouth and her fingers itched with the desire to use them. She was leaving the moment too long however, she felt Liadrin begin to pull away, as though she’d made a mistake. She had to pull her back before she was gone.    “You have such fire,” she blurted out, staring longingly into the glowing green eyes of the elf. “I want this.”    No other words came. She cast one last glance at the other end of the hall, and threw her mouth onto the blood elf, locking lips and then tongues in a circular motion like two coiled serpents. A bead of sweat ran down one of Mianora’s face tendrils, sticking to a golden ring for a moment before dripping to the tip. Her short blue tail wagged in anticipation.    She pulled her closer, her hands gripping Liadrin’s ginger hair. As she playfully tickled her mouth with her tongue, Mianora began to gently stroke one of the elf’s long ears. Conflicted thoughts ran rampant through her brain. This was not the time or the place; the Legion were here and this was the centre of their holy order, the templars or even Grayson could walk in on them. But Liadrin was so beautiful, so filled with fire and she was the Ashbringer. It was happening, and her fear of being caught wasn’t going to stop her. In fact, it was only making her wetter.    Liadrin laid the sword on the pew, before removing her shoulderguards and uncoupling her breastplate. Gently, she parted the plain brown bra, bearing her tight pink tits. Mia stared at them with starved eyes. So petite and perfect, with perky nipples that said “Hello.” She found herself leaning forwards in longing. Liadrin shook her red hair back and forth, jiggling her boobs from side to side. And with that, Mianora plunged forth, careful not to jab Liadrin with her horns, and buried her head between the breasts. Her tongue worked tirelessly until she began to circle Liadrin’s nipples, leaving a trail of wet in her wake. She sucked on one, much to the elf’s audible delight. Without realising it her left hand had sunk below her belt where it had began to play of it’s own accord. Likewise, her right hand had been commandeered by Liadrin, who was now sucking on the index finger, rolling her tongue around it in circles.    When she finally came up for air, the Highlord had a stupid grin on her face. She went to remove her own armour but Liadrin waggled her finger.    “No. Some of that stays on,” she smirked wickedly, before setting to work on the plate armour covering Mianora’s tits.    The draenei giggled in excitement, playfully grabbing at Liadrin’s boobs as she tried to undo the links of armour. She had difficulty as a linen strap was caught in one of the armour’s folds and soon the chestpiece fell to the ground with a graceless crash. The strap, now obviously belonging to Mia’s bra, came with it, tearing the undergarment open    “Oh my.”    Released from captivity, Mianora’s heaving melons were revealed, with purple-blue areola the size of small biscuits.    “What is wrong?” she asked, a little worried about her form. She hadn’t exactly been seen like this many times.    Liadrin simply stared at the round blue tits, and how they hung just comfortably on her chest. Not too big but definitely not too small.    “So that’s what you’ve been hiding. Are you sure you’re not part dwarf, or tauren? You do have the hooves.”    “These are perfectly normal size for draenei,” Mianora said, mock defensively, and a little pleased by the reception of her breasts. A blush formed on her blue face which was unusual to see.    “I thought I might die in battle, now I suspect I will die from either suffocation or blunt trauma.”    With a laugh, Mianora grabbed the blood elf by the head and pressed her onto her tits. She could feel the elf’s tongue lick around her curves, she licked her own lips in delight when Liadrin brought her hands up to massage the great boobs she was buried in. Liadrin’s tongue travelled up and down between the mountains, before working it’s way to the peaks, where she tickled her teat.    Mia’s hand rubbed across her panties, her eyes closed shut as warmth spread throughout her body. Finally she opened her eyes to see the bound ponytail of ginger below her, stuck firmly on her left boob. Her head drifted off and then, in an instant, all her doubt returned to her. Over by the archway to the armoury, stood two templar knights. A female, who was doing her best to look away, and a helmed male, who was staring right at them.    The Highlord’s jaw fell open. Her face a wash of embarrassment, shock and shame. The moment was only made worse when the female guard looked over with a woeful expression, as if to say “Please stop, I have to stand here all night.”    Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe she could stuff her rack back into her bra – no because that had been ripped open. Her armour then at least, cover up her exposed chest and hide it.  Maybe she could duck down behind the pews to dress herself. Maybe she could...    Liadrin reached up and grabbed her shoulder for support as she began to lower herself down, gradually moving her hand from Mianora’s shoulder to her hips. There, she unbuckled her plate leg-guards and stripped them off, before pushing aside the loincloth of the plate belt.    It was too late.    Lady Liadrin’s tongue bat upon the frayed panties, petting the mound gently, before curling her tongue to pull them to one side. Her head began to bob slightly, the thin skirt of the red and gold belt covering her hair. Mia put her hand on Liadrin’s head and pushed her in closer. The female guard shook her head and half looked away. The male guard, stunned at first, soon threw a thumbs up in their direction. She thought he might look away after that but he didn’t. To her surprise, she didn’t mind all that much.    She was so good at this. How could someone so stern and serious have got so good at this? Liadrin dipped her tongue in the blue valley, just skirting the entrance to Mianora. With her mouth, she prised the gates open slightly, just enough to feel inside and to lick the surface of her purplish pearl. She sighed as Liadrin got a fresh mouthful of juice from the dripping pussy. Slowly, she slid in a single finger and made soft stabbing motions, she was about to suck the finger clean but paused. Liadrin rose abruptly, drove the finger into Mianora’s waiting mouth and watched her taste herself.    “We’ve both tasted you,” she said. “Now.”    Liadrin threw her belt away and let her leg-guards fall to the ground with not an iota of ceremony, before pulling down her panties, flumping onto the seat and spreading her legs wide open. There, between those beautifully formed legs, was the tightest flower Mia had ever seen. Not that she had seen many in person, but even she knew this was a tight pussy. The folds of her lips were perfectly symmetrical, with just enough mound on either side to bury her face in.    “Taste my Sunwell,” Liadrin smirked, her arms resting on the back of the bench.    A little apprehensively, Mianora glanced back towards the two guards. He was still watching, the woman was definitely not; so ‘not watching’ was she that her head had turned to look in the opposite corner of the hall. He would have to suffer disappointment, for all he could see once Mianora sunk to her knees, was Liadrin’s head. Liadrin flinched in pleasure, her steely expression completely replaced by one more befitting her hedonist brethren. Mianora was inexperienced, lapping at her like an animal but it still felt so good. She tried prodding at her pink walls with her fingers, fumbling through her pouch like a learning experience. Then, she dug her tongue in just a certain way.    “Ooh,” Liadrin squealed, as much as the matriarch of the blood knights could squeal. “You found it.”    Mia gagged a little, her head tilting up before that thick draenic accent stumbled forth. “Found what?”    “Keep going.”    “Is this right? Am I doing-”    “Shut up and eat me,” the elf barked.    Liadrin took the draenei by the horns, tugging her towards her groin. She panicked a little at first, but soon settled down and rest her arms on Liadrin’s legs. She’d found the spot alright. She just kept licking like a thirsty horse at the lake, working the same spot over and over. She bit into her fist as delight rolled across her taco and up to her tingling brain. Mianora could hear her murmur thalassian curses between repressed sighs.    The elf took a harder grip on the horns and pulled Mia even deeper into the tunnel, planting her own legs on the top of the next pew along, creating two archways for the Highlord to sit between. The draenei barely knew what she was doing compared to her but she had initiative. Her body began to shake in excitement, she was so close already. Liadrin’s grip on her horns began to waver as her legs vibrated in joy. With her head free once more, Mianora had a moment to come up for breath.    “Should I use fingers now?”    A single blue finger slid into her quivering snatch, stroking past the almost humming elf-clit and connecting with her happy spot.    Liadrin exploded. A shriek of bliss left those pursed lips and echoed throughout the hall. Her legs bounced upon the wooden seating and her box burst forth like a geyser. The stream of hot love filled Mianora’s mouth at first before she finally ducked, letting it flow free through the air, clear over the other pew and onto the floor. The light from the hallowed stain glass made the juice glow with effervescence.    The male guard had previously had only his imagination to fill in what was going on behind the pew. But as he watched the projectile stream spout forth from Lady Liadrin, he began to remove his belt. He could hear his companion’s audible disgust but she didn’t say anything above several grunts of loathing and how she was going to put in for a shift change. * * *    Gradually, her legs stopped quivering like jelly. Mianora knelt stunned, her eyes twitching in an autonomic attempt to dry them. The elf brought her in with her hand and kissed her, sucking on her lips to taste her own juice. The draenei’s hair was wet all over, and fluid was dripping down from her tendrils onto her big cans.    “Anar’alah,” Liadrin whispered. “You’re full of surprises, Highlord.”    “That has never happened before,” Mianora said, still wearing the same state of shock.    Liadrin arched an eyebrow. “Never? You’ve clearly been with other girls,” she said, licking her own finger clean.    “Ehh. Several, all unsuccessfully,” she said, wincing and curling up her nose. “It never went very far, I can be clumsy with my hooves. They help for kicking demons in the head and holding my ground. They do not help for playfully rolling on beds.”    “I imagine so,” Liadrin said, her steely gaze now taking over once again, as though the pleasantries were over.    “Also, same bad luck with boys.”    Mianora’s gloomy face returned, old and embarrassing memories she’d rather not have thought of came up. Like the time she’d nearly trampled some poor young tavern girl behind the stables. Or the time she’d accidentally slammed her shield into a squire’s lance, bruising his dick quite badly. Or the time she’d...    “No bad luck tonight,” Liadrin’s cold voice interrupted her train of thought. “Tonight all burdens are eased. Get up, paladin,” she aided her off the floor, taking her by the hand. “Now, sit down again,” she ordered, pushing Mianora onto the wooden bench at a sideways angle.    Liadrin pulled the draenei’s right leg over the back of the pew, Mia gripped the bench to compensate. Liadrin positioned herself opposite her on the same bench and their eyes locked for a moment. Those glowing eyes reduced Mianora to a horny teenager. They bore right into her like the light. She watched her eyes lower as Liadrin laid down on the pew, her tight breasts pressing against the oak of the bench. Dead ahead of the elf was Mianora’s stretched blue taco, and a tiny dark hole just behind it, cupped by soft and supple buttocks.    Liadrin watched the vulva throb before her, wet with anticipation. A low and loud groan came from Mianora.    “I haven’t touched you yet,” Liadrin chastised.    “Sorry. I’m just excited,” she replied, snickering a little.    Liadrin looked up and could see she was already beginning to tweak her nipples with her free hand.    “So I can see.”    It didn’t take long for the elf’s mouth to begin licking the Highlord’s pussy, riding around the edges and cutting across the middle, as though she were kneading dough with her tongue. But the gentleness did not last long and Mianora’s mild sighs soon became full on groans. Liadrin stuck her tongue deep inside, rhythmically pulling it in and out. Holding onto Mia’s legs, she could feel them begin to shake softly. The sensation caused her legs to want to close up of their own accord but Liadrin held them apart, driving her tongue deeper and deeper into the hole where Mianora’s blue skin ended and her purple pussy began. Her moaning became softer and her head drooped backwards on her shoulders.    As draenei juice dribbled down Liadrin’s face, she pulled back. Mianora thought she was getting a break, so she brought her head back up to take a look. She was wrong. A finger tip began probing around inside her, massaging her delicately. Mia bit her lip and tightened her grip on the bench, for fear the sheer pleasure would cause her to fall off. Soon Liadrin’s finger began to pump her beaver like some sort of Gnomish piston.    “Awh, yes. Do that. That is good,” Mianora said, groaning between each word. She was still in disbelief that this was happening, right here, and it was all so new and amazing to her. She begged for her hooves not to screw anything up, but so far she was positioned fairly well on the bench. She moaned again as Liadrin inserted a second finger. “Awh. It feels so good. Korebos achal, Lady Liadrin. Korebos zennshi.”    Mianora’s face was of someone strung out on joy. Her tongue was either hanging out of her mouth stupidly or tightly bound between her lips. Her glance drifted off to the side, towards the two guards she’d forgotten about; Liadrin had helped her blissfully forget about everything. The female guard was now throwing looks of disgust at both her and her male compatriot, who had pulled his cock out of his trousers and was gently stroking it back and forth. He clearly knew she’d seen him wanking but he didn’t stop, perhaps his helmet afforded him some confidence. The Highlord’s cheeks swelled at the thought of him getting off to her. She blushed at him, her dumb grin widening. Soon replaced with a look of shock as her mouth gaped open, a loud whine involuntarily coming forth.    “Lady Liadrin, what... is that my? Awh, lok kamil.”    Liadrin’s third finger slowly pumped her tight asshole. It made more of a squelching noise than her taco as the beautiful rim hugged her finger on the way out. All while the other two fingers continued sliding in and out of her box. Mia’s murmurings became more draenic in both accent and language as her entire body began to pulse with an electric feeling.    “My ass feels so good. Oh please, Liadrin, do not stop.”    “Stop? Why would I do such a thing?” the elf said plainly, before pulling out her fingers and taking hold of Mianora’s thick legs. The draenei looked puzzled, unsure what was going to happen next, and that uncertainty lit fires in her heart. Liadrin spread her legs out and pushed Mianora’s chest down so she lay back on the bench. Lifting her legs up into the air, the elf readied her tongue but took aim not for her pussy, but for the tighter hole just below. Mia watched as the beautiful ginger hair went down, fully expecting her to begin on her vagina, only to squeal in surprise when she realised what was truly happening.    “Lady, I... Owh,” she trailed off, as the sensation of the wet elven tongue circling the inside of her rear entrance overtook her completely.    She reached up and grabbed her own breasts, caressing slowly at first before milking them all the way to the nips. The stained glass began to blur into the stone ceiling as her head flopped backwards. Liadrin held her quivering legs, twisting her tongue deeper inside, before pulling out and tickling the perfectly circular blue rim. It was such a tight puckerhole, so firm and cute, and flanked by two softly curved butt cheeks. A glimmer of envy fell over Liadrin and she was surprised. The matriarch of the blood knights, envious of someone?Highlord or not, she would make the draenei pay for that, boring her mouth as far as possible into the tunnel.    “I think, ooh, I think it is, I am- Awh!”    Mianora’s broken words were cut off as her body quaked from head to toe, shivering like she’d been dunked in cold water yet with all the heat of a smeltery. An indescribable wave washed over her as her girl cum gushed from her taco, all over Liadrin’s face which had just risen from her ass to catch it all in time. Her head cocked up from the bench as her body tried to curl up in ecstasy. Eventually the quivering and gushing subsided, and the draenei laid back on the bench, letting her hooves fall wherever they wanted to.    “Oh, Lady Liadrin. Never, I have never felt such a thing. I had not thought of putting things there. My bumhole is humming.” Mianora’s speech was broken, drunk and slow. She finished with a weak laugh before deciding whether to clean up the mess or just fall asleep right here. She went for the former and began to rise from the bench.    Liadrin licked her lips and pressed gently on Mia’s breasts. “This crusade isn’t over yet. Bend over for me, Highlord,” she added playfully, almost as an afterthought.    Mianora’s eyes lit up. Could there possibly be more the matriarch had planned? She did as was requested and kneeling on the pew, bent over, her head hanging over the back.    “No, not there. Over there,” Liadrin smirked, and pointed towards the altar of ancient kings, the stone used by paladins to empower their artifacts. At first the draenei looked a little worried, glancing back towards their audience for a moment, but Liadrin’s hand gently took hold and then she was hers, completely and utterly. She guided her towards the altar and bent her over it, noticing the great gap created by her tits that prevented her truly lying flat on the stone. Liadrin took in the view for a moment. Her thick blue thighs spread eagle vertically, her dripping crack and asshole, her flowing brown hair, and that great ass. All framed by the great stained glass window and stone pillars in front of them.    Mianora looked up at the shimmering rays of light that cut through the glass whether it was night or day. She sometimes wondered where the light came from, perhaps some subterranean source of luminescence such as the crystals from her homeworld? But she didn’t wonder tonight. Only one thing was on her mind.    “What are you going to do, Lady Liadrin?” she asked, a little embarrassment seeping into her voice at the thought of this very compromising position. “Lady Liadrin?” she called out again, trying to look over her shoulder when she got no answer.    “I’m here,” Liadrin said, returning over to the altar with something in her hand.    “What is that?”    “Just something I keep on me.”    Liadrin turned Ashbringer over in her hand and rest it on the floor, uncoupling the small but royal bannner affixed to it’s pommel. She also pulled her steel gauntlets back onto her hands, flexing her fingers to make sure they were on tight.    “I can’t see,” Mia said, still excited but now a little concerned.    Liadrin took the sword by the hilt and opened her mouth wide to accept the pommel and most of the shaft, lubing it up with her tongue. Finally, after much struggling, Mianora managed to get a good look at what was in Liadrin’s hands.    “Is that Ashbringer?”    “I am the Ashbringer,” delcared Liadrin.    With that, Liandri drove the large red and gold pommel into Mianora’s presented pussy. A loud squeal echoed throughout the room as her arms flew forward, palms and fingers outstretched in surprise and her eyes wide and bright. Her legs twitched as Liandri pushed the shaft deeper into her, she could feel every bump and ring, every groove on the pole. She went easy at first, not going in all the way.    “You can’t! That is the Ashbringer, the most powerful weapon in our arsenal, our blade against the dark. Oof. You must... must... stop. Umph.” Mia’s protests faded away as the pommel banged against her clit. The moans, however, continued as Mianora began to suck on her fingers, stuffing her own mouth while Liadrin stuffed her taco. “Don’t stop, but be careful,” she added, gingerly.    A little grunt came from her as she felt Liadrin pull the blade out so that only the pommel was stuck inside her. She waited a long moment so that the draenei could regain her breath. Before slowly pushing the shaft in until Mianora could feel the rigid hilt of Ashbringer against her flesh, all while she let out one long continuous groan.    Liadrin cocked her head and arched an eyebrow. “I honestly didn’t expect that all to go in.”    “Oh but it is, and it is very deep. It is touching my klino kaas.”    “I’m sure it is.”    Mia’s legs quaked as she felt the blade being withdrawn from her insides, each ring tickling her until the pommel popped out completely.    “We stop now, yes?” Mianora panted, reaching the stage where she was exhausted from the pleasure alone, as though her senses couldn’t stand any more good feelings.    Liadrin’s steely lips curled at the corners, as her bright eyes focused on the tight little chute between those curvy blue pillows. Gauntlets wrapped firmly on the hilt, she prodded it with the pommel.    “Oh no,” Mianora lamented as she felt the warm metal touch her bumhole.    “Oh yes.”    “No, Lady Liadrin, it is too big, it won’t fit.”    “We’ll see,” the elf said, spitting on the pommel and then onto the the booty before her, watching as her saliva dripped into the tiny burrow.    “Wait!”    In one arduous motion, Liadrin squeezed the spherical pommel into the opening, prising the rim apart to accept it. The symphony of ass squelching combined with Mia’s beautiful squeals were music to her ears. She watched as the draenei flailed her arms, banging her fists against the altar and bending her legs at the knee, unable to handle the sensation. She kept imagining she wanted to speak more, but only whines came from her mouth until finally the pommel was all the way in and the echoes of ecstasy fell silent. * * *    The male guard, who now had a much better view thanks to their relocation to the altar, had stopped masturbating to bask in what he was watching. His cock visibly throbbed at the sight of the Ashbringer shoved into the ass of, none other than, the Highlord herself.       “Wow,” he said. For the first time he glanced at his female counterpart, half expecting a disgusting grimace from her. But she simply stared at him open mouthed before looking back to the spectacle they were both entranced by. Quickly, she let her belt fall to the floor and stuffed her hand into her panties. “And you wanted a shift change.”    “You tell anyone and I’ll cut your balls off,” she snapped. * * *    After the silence had settled, Liadrin drove the rest of the shaft into her ass.    “Ooh. Ooh. Ooooh,” Mianora sighed as each ring bumped her rim, sending shivers across her entire body. It felt so good, so completely disabling, as though she wanted to do nothing but lie there all night. Finally the hilt of the weapon caressed her cheeks. “Oooooh. Pheta vi acahachi,” she murmured.    Suddenly, she felt the pommel moving back along her passage, each ring of the shaft squeezing out of her until the pommel sat again at the exit. Slowly, Liadrin pushed the shaft back in. A rhythmic pattern formed, in and out, in and out, pounding her ass with the sword. Mianora’s tongue hung from her mouth, drooling like a bemused animal. Her eyes drifted apart, both heading in their own direction and unable to focus above the sensation of debilitating joy. She looked so happy. Like an undead rogue had drugged her but still, very happy. Liadrin grew faster with her motions, rousing Mia to once again grip hold of the altar.    “Oh yes, it is happening. I am so close, Lady Liadrin. Do it, faster! I want to cum.”    “You do?” Liadrin teased.    “I do, please!”    “As you wish, Highlord.”    Mianora felt the pommel bang into her chute one final time, sending a wave of delight to every sensitive corner of her. Her body began to convulse, as though struck by lightning. Her groans grew louder, echoing around the hall to the point where the stained glass nearly shattered and the statues either looked away in modesty or looked on in longing. The first ring of the shaft left her as the hilt pulled away, then another and another until finally the spherical pommel sat there, acting like a cork for her asshole.    With a great grin, Liadrin gradually eased it out, the rim expanding to the greatest breadth until it popped out like a cherry. Her final scream of euphoria was accompanied by a waterfall of love that spluttered out of her legs, coating the altar and the floor in girl cum.    Behind her, Liadrin heard a loud grunt and looked around to see the male guard, furiously rubbing his sausage until it fired a jet of mayonnaise into the air, splattering everything on a nearby table, until only small drips oozed out of the tip. Likewise the female guard began shaking back and forth as she silently came in her trousers, and quickly put her belt back on as though ashamed at her actions.    Liadrin let the sword rest on the floor and watched as the waterworks gradually stopped. Her legs were dripping with sweet draenei honey, and her asshole was still breathing, just beginning to close up again for the night. Liadrin leant in and kissed it, before slumping down on the floor against the altar.    “How do you feel?” she asked, finally.    “I. Feel. Wonderful,” Mianora exclaimed quietly, letting out a thick draenic snicker. She was still bent over the altar and she didn’t want to move for about a week.    “No more doubts?”    “I feel no doubts. I feel no fear. I feel nothing else but wonderful. I do not even feel my extremities.”    Liadrin slapped Mia’s thigh, jiggling it and causing the dripping fluid to splatter over her. “Glad to hear it.”    “Lady Liadrin,” she said slowly. “We were being watched the whole time.”    “I’m aware of this,” the elf said, coolly. “Don’t worry, you’ll still command the same respect in the morning, Highlord.”    A sigh of relief came from the top of the altar, as though that one last nagging fear had escaped her.    “Lady Liadrin, thank you for helping me quell my self doubt.”    “You are most welcome.”    “Lady Liadrin.”    She rolled her eyes around. “Yes, Mianora.”    “When can we do this again?”    A small smile broke out upon the hard elven face. “Preferably sometime soon.”  

Chapter 1 - Goddard

It was a dive bar. A place I often went to meet women who would be available just for the night and wouldn't attach themselves to me. I found that most women didn't come back after an evening, which is why I often came back. I suppose a more introspective man might take that to mean something. Maybe I was the reason they didn't come back? It's possible. I think it's more likely that women just don't want to chance running into a one night stand again. It makes things awkward and they're supposed to care about feelings and then suddenly that means you've got to acknowledge the other person and so on and so forth. Garbage and nonsense of course. I didn't want to see them because I didn't want to risk them feeling that way. I just wanted someone to use for a night. And if I had to pay for a taxi to fly her home the next day, that was ok. I guess that's sexist. But it's not like I want them to think anything more. I want someone who's just going to use me for a night. We can both get off and not have to think about the other person in the morning. We both win. And that's a good enough segue for the final introductory confession as well. I'm a sex addict. A lot of guys would use that as a brag. A few other guys would be ashamed. I'm pretty much indifferent. Or at least was. I haven't been officially diagnosed, but one of my hook ups in the past was a psychiatrist or psychologist or something like that, and between sessions (pun somewhat intended) when we were talking about our habits she said I probably was an addict.  Fortunately, she didn't care. She just wanted the sex. I only bring it up because it sounds right, and it seemed important after I met Nari. I met her in this dive bar. A hole-in-the-wall joint in a strip mall in at the edge of the business district where you got all types. The working class would come up and visit, hoping for a free drink or two and if that's all it took to get a night, I was happy to provide it. I first saw her from across the room, if that's cliché enough for you. And it was her hair that got my attention first. Shoulder length blue hair. Blue isn't that weird, you say. Of course it isn't. Even working class women can afford the nano-gene-therapy to get a permanent color change these days. It's sure a lot cheaper than the melanin mods that are hip these days, and you can't go into a joint without bumping into some green-skinned bimbo. But this blue was a different shade. NGT hair changers only have about five shading options. Sure you can combine them with some other colors and get some more mixes, but it's still a finite number of possibilities. This hair was a pure cerulean that I'd never seen before. Which meant either she was disgustingly, ultra-rich to afford a unique color, or that, against all odds. It was natural. She didn't wear a lot of jewels or other expensive bits, so despite her evening gown, I ruled out obscene wealth. Plus there wasn't a touch of change to her skin. And NGT always has some effect on that. Her dress was of satiny material, no sleeves, but with wide loops around her arms on the side, leaving bare shoulders to be caressed by her long hair, low neckline to show off her assets and the hemline barely reached her knee. Which means I could see a lot of thigh as she sat at the bar, legs crossed, nursing a glass of wine so red it was nearly black from the distance at which I sat. The thigh, like everything else I could see, was exquisite. I have a sense for who I should go for. You know, who's likely to enjoy my charms and spend a night with me. A functional radar for potential bedmates, if you will. This woman didn't set it off. I couldn't tell how receptive she would be. This of itself wasn't that unusual. I mean, some chicks set it off in a good way. Some chicks set it off in a bad way. Some chicks don't set it off at all. I usually focus on the first group and ignore the other two so I don't waste time on someone with a low chance of success. But this woman was different. I couldn't tell how she'd respond, and that got my attention for a change. As the night wore on I obsessed about her. I didn't even look at other girls. I even ignored a woman in a black minidress who offered to buy me a drink. I kept trying to figure out how I could get a good response from her. She nursed the glass of wine for a good hour before finishing it. Then there was another twenty minutes or so before she ordered another. She didn't talk to anyone during that time and she laid down cash to pay for the drink when she ordered it – so she was either dumb to risk the mugging instead of using the idcred chip in her eyebrow, or she felt it was desperately important to not be traced. After she'd had the second glass for a while I knew I had to make a move. My mind was bouncing off the inside of my school as I ran over the same few thoughts. I had no idea how I was going to hook her, but I had to go home with that woman. I had reason to be optimistic. If she'd been waiting for someone, she was stood up. No one else was approaching her. And it's not like I'm bad looking. I have naturally tanned skin and dark hair. I don't bother to color them because I look better the way I am. I keep myself fit without the nano-treatments and I've got good health. There wasn't an obvious reason to expect rejection. Still it wasn't until I actually stood up to approach her that any amount of confidence returned.  I walked up to her and said "Hi" to introduce myself. She didn't even turn. I heard her mutter "I shouldn't have ordered the second drink." Out loud she said, "No. I'm truly sorry. But no." It wasn't rude. It wasn't mean. It had the tone of genuine sympathy and a touch of melancholy. That is what let me know I had a shot. If she'd set me on fire or laughed or even been rude, that would have hurt my confidence. But hearing the humanity in her voice, that meant I was on the right track. "I haven't even said anything." "It doesn't matter. I know what you're here for. Even if we weren't in this pick up joint I'd know. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have come." The sadness in her voice was heavier. I caught a glance of her eyes – the same cerulean blue as her hair – and I could see tears welling in there. I had two reactions to that. First, I was instantly curious. What made her so sad and how could I console her? It surprised me how genuinely I wanted to help her feel better – usually that's just a trick to get a woman in bed with me. And second, I could feel the swelling in my pants. However sad this girl was, she emanated sex appeal. I wanted her even more. I could even feel my breath coming sorter. I leaned on the bar next to her. "Come on, what's so bad about meeting a good looking guy?" She turned her head away. "There's no way on earth you'd understand," she said. "Try me. I'll bet I…" She turned suddenly, before I could finish. Her hand slipped on the bar and bumped into her wine. For a second it seemed like that was it, but then the glass tipped, and it spilled, splashing on my suit and her white dress. "Shit!" she said. "I'm so sorry!" She tried dabbing the spill with a napkin, to no effect, of course. I tried to take her wrists, tell her to stop, it was alright. After all, I had a dark suit on, the stain was hardly noticeable. She had a white dress that was now burgundy in a large spot. She was on the verge of panic, however. She stood up and pushed passed me and said, "I'm out of cash". She looked me in the eye and put a finger to her eyebrow. "That should cover the cost for cleaning," she said and pressed into the crowd. The yellow lighted words appeared in the top of my eye, indicating she'd made a deposit. I didn't look at it. I was much more interested in her, and she was leaving. She'd gotten through the crush of people and I could see her blue hair going through the door. It was my turn to panic as I realized I was losing her. I was rough as I shoved people aside to get to the door. When I finally left the building, she was gone. I couldn't see her in any direction and there was no sound of footsteps. I called out to her, but I felt pretty stupid doing it, because I still hadn't gotten her name. I even took the time to search two blocks in every direction. I had lost her. *** I couldn't forget her though. I didn't get any sleep that night. I wasn't in the mood to pick some other woman up, so I trudged home. I stripped down and lay in bed, looking forward to the oblivion of sleep. Sleep was a long time coming, and it wasn't restful. The blue haired woman was there every moment of my sleep. Usually undressed. Always touching me, removing my clothing, going down, taking me in her hand, her mouth, her ass. Sweet breasts pressed against my body, my face, even my cock. The instant I would enter her my seed would explode in exquisite orgasm that seemed to last forever. I would then wake up, and when I finally got to sleep again, it would start over as I pressed my member into the sweet, hot wetness between her thighs. When morning finally came I was messy, confused, depressed and exhausted, my semen was everywhere, on the sheets and my body. I had never dreamed about a woman before, let alone spend the entire night thinking about her. I was on the verge of tears about how I didn't have her, didn't know how to get in touch with her at all. I dragged myself through the morning, trying to get her off my mind with loud music, the news feeds, anything. It didn't work. No matter what I put before my eyes or in my thoughts, an image of her face, hair, and body were floating behind it. I had only heard her speak few dozen words, but her voice rang in my ears incessantly. And I had a nearly painful erection that would not go away. It wasn't till I got to work that I remembered she'd given me money. I sat in my office tapped my eyebrow to call up the recent transactions. And I gave a low whistle.  That was a lot of money. Enough to not only clean the suit, but replace it twice over. Three times if I didn't get imported silk (but I would have, if I planned to use the funds). The frustrating thing was, she'd donated anonymously. No way to crack that. At least not by myself. My dick throbbed as I thought of a way to find out who she was. With my office door closed, I unzipped and pulled it out. I needed to get it relaxed so I could think. I don't masturbate frequently. Chicks don't really like it when you spooge all over their face like in the pornos. And, though it's all about getting what I want, I feel better about myself and everything if they leave satisfied as well. So I cum a lot easier if my cock is warm and wet, rather than a hand job. All the same it only took a half-dozen strokes before white goo was splattering against the underside of my desk. I closed my eyes to ride out the orgasm as spurt after spurt splattered against the faux wood. When it finally finished, I was out of breath. I leaned back in my chair, not worrying about cleaning up for a minute, and breathed heavily, eyes closed. I was finally able to relax, but the woman's face, her breasts, her thighs, still floated in my mind. After a moment, I sat back up and started to look up a contact. I hadn't talked with him in a long time, and what I had in mind was illegal. But this guy wouldn't mind. He knew I could give him something he'd love. I was tense though, and as I held the phone to my ear I stood up and paced my office. Already my hard on was coming back. I could feel it pressing against my pants. It seemed forever before the voice on the other end picked up. "Schmidt," Was all he said. "I need a favor." "Don't do favors. Do jobs. What can you give me." "I got a rock the size of your fist, Schmidt." "Really?" Schmidt was always terse, but I could hear the excitement ratchet up rapidly. Schmidt was a junkie for this Asian designer drug. It was illicit, but hadn't been officially outlawed, and it went by a lot of names, the most amusing of which was "asscrack" or "white fudge." It came in hard pellets and you took it by shoving it up your anus. Your body then absorbed it, usually pretty fast, and then it went to work. First it sped up the production of semen by unreal amounts. Then, when it was finished, it released it all at once. The bigger the pellet the longer the orgasm. A quarter-sized chuck could have you shooting cum out for half an hour. I never used the stuff myself, but I tended to collect things I thought might be useful, and having used Schmidt's services in the past, I had held this against the day I'd need him again. "I'm not yanking your chain, man. I need the name and address of the woman that gave me an anonymous donation last night. Same account as last time. And I need it fast, the sooner the better." "Takes time to cover tracks." "Time is more important than anonymity, Schmidt. I need this information, like, last night." Literally. "Don't get yourself caught, but get me that info soon." "Ok. I'll call later. Payment when I give the information, no later." "Fair enough." As soon as I hung up my office door opened. Prinna came in, and closed the door behind her. Prinna was a red headed accountant I had hooked up with more than a few times. Typically at office parties or on business trips. She was like minded when it came to sex. She wanted a good time, and she didn't hang around for breakfast or ever ask for anything. We'd never done anything on the job, though, so it was a little bit surprising when she started unbuttoning her blouse right away. "Do me a favor and shut the hell up," she said before I could open my mouth. "I don't know why, but you're on my mind and I need a good fuck." Her blouse fell away, exposing a scarlet red bra with lacy designs all over it. I love it when women wear stuff like that. The bra didn't stay however. As soon as the blouse was off she reached behind and started unhooking her bra. I loved the way it made her tits push out. I liked it even more when she pulled off the bra and her tits were out in the open. She's not the biggest girl on the block, but they fit comfortably in the palm of my hand and they were natural, so they felt great. They were covered with freckles, which to me was one of the sexiest things about her, and they were capped by puffy, soft pink nipples. Well, they looked soft normally. Right now they were standing at attention. "Get undressed," she ordered, noticing that I hadn't done anything. I started to obey, pulling off my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I watched Prinna the whole time. I liked to keep my mind in the moment, but I compared every move she made to the woman from the bar. Her skirt fell to the floor, exposing a thong that matched her bra. She ripped that off too, exposing the beautiful vertical line of red hair above her pussy. That was my favorite: without all the hair shaved but really trim and kept in a pattern. It was like they dressed up their cunt for me. Prinna didn't wait for me to get my pants off. She pushed some papers off my desk to the floor and sat on it, spreading her legs wide so I could admire every bit of the lips down there.  I wondered if the girl from the bar kept some blue pubic hair down there. Prinna interrupted my thought by grabbing my arm and pulling me close. She yanked my head close and her mouth collided onto mine, her tongue invading the instant there was contact. Her hands ran up and down my sides and over my chest. I took the opportunity to run my hands over her legs, up her body to her breasts. I pinched both nipples hard, which made Prinna threw her head back and moan long and loud. I hadn't ever seen her this aggressive before, but it was pretty hot. My penis was trying to fight its way out of my pants. Prinna pushed down on my shoulders, communicating what she wanted. I knelt in front of her, my hands on her inner thighs, and I breathed in the scent of her sex. Some men complain about how pussy smells, but there's nothing I like better. I always took the time to smell every woman I slept with, and I could separate unique traits to each woman.  I wonder what she smells like, I thought. Prinna didn't let me enjoy it for long. She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her crotch. Damn she was so wet. It was practically an ocean in her cunt. I lapped it up, hungrily, sucking on her lips, shoving my tongue deep inside her, before licking hungrily up and pulling her clit into my mouth. She started bucking right away, pushing her pelvis even harder on to my face. I was worried she was gonna bloody by nose, but damn me if it wasn't the most incredible thing to give a woman a near-violent orgasm like that. It's almost better than cumming myself. A constant stream of moans and swears exited her mouth as her body tensed up. More fluid poured from her cunt as she went into a full blown orgasm. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" she said as it finished. Then instantly, "More. Give me more." She sat up and pulled me back to standing position, then pulled the button off the front my slacks and ripped the zipper down. She tore my pants off and stared with naked, hungry lust at my throbbing, engorged cock. "Get inside me," she ordered. She laid back on the desk and wrapped her legs around me. She was so wet that I didn't have to do anything – my dick slipped quickly and easily inside her. The instant the head of my shaft pushed between the folds of her pussy she started writhing again. Screaming incomprehensibly in ecstasy. A part of my mind worried briefly if someone would hear us, but there was no way I was stopping. I pushed in and pulled out, in and out, feeling the wet walls inside her massage my member. She came three more times, screaming with ear-piercing volume each time. But I still hadn't cum even once. After her fifth climax with me inside her she finally unwrapped her legs and sat back up. I was still as hard as could be, but for some reason it didn't bother me that I hadn't finished. She pushed me back a moment and I almost reached for my pants but she just slid off the desk and then turned around and bent over it. "You're not done," she said. I grinned. Prinna liked to take it from behind, but I decided to surprise her. I had so much of her juice all over me (and not just on my cock. It was all over my pubic hair and my sack and was running down my legs) that there was almost no resistance when I grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed against her cute little puckered hole and then slid the entire length of my cock up her ass. I was slightly surprised that she didn't express any complaint or shock but just let out a long, throaty moan. "That feels perfect!" she managed between gasps. "Harder. Do it harder. Harderrrrr." The end of that was lost as it turned into a groan and then more screaming. I could feel even more of her lubrication running down her leg as I pumped back and forth, slamming her as hard as I could. She was obviously climaxing repeatedly, but I still wasn't any closer, though from the hardness of my member I wasn't any farther either. I kept going, lost in the pleasure and the sound of her screams and moans. It was like waking up when the phone rang. Look, I don't interrupt sex. Anybody who calls me can reach me after we're both satisfied. All the same I grabbed the phone, still pumping in and out. Prinna hadn't seemed to hear the phone at all – her noises didn't even pause. I looked at the id and saw it was Schmidt. I flipped it open, still pounding Prinna in the back door. "You already got something?" "Three hours, yeah. Probably a record, considering how hard this stuff was to break." "Three hours?!" I looked at the clock. I'd been fucking Prinna for three straight hours. I wondered which was more amazing, that she hadn't stopped climaxing or that I hadn't started. "Meet me at the place." He hung up. I didn't even hesitate. I pulled out and started dressing, careful not to catch my dick on the zipper. Prinna took a moment to catch her breath then turned around. "What? No! Please… no! I want more!" I ignored her. I couldn't even think about her right now.  She tried to grab my clothes and take them back off. "Don't leave me! I need more! It was so good. There were streaks of tears coming from her reddened eyes. I wanted to comfort her, but I needed to find that woman from the bar, and it looked like Schmidt had the info. Nothing was more important than finding her. I was still buttoning my shirt when I exited my office. Prinna was still stark naked as she followed me out, begging me to fuck her some more. I'd be surprised if either of us had jobs after today, but I didn't care. I was going to find that girl.

Chapter 2 - Nari

Everything in life has to be so dramatic. I hate it. I hate a lot of things. I hate most everything. I hate even myself. If I had friends, I'd hate them too. More than anything, though, I hate my curse. Cast away from home before I could even understand what was going on. Alone, unable to form emotional bonds. I got used to the alone thing. It worked for a long time.  I isolated myself. I kept away from anyone or anything. If I was alone, I couldn't destroy anyone else, and the yearning for human connection seemed less. Pft. "Yearning." Not nearly strong enough a word. It's a lust, and I know lust, I'm a veritable goddess of lust. Though I'm sure many disagree. They'd probably call me a demon queen of lust. And maybe they're right at that. I need connection. I can ignore it so long, but then I have to have it. And even if I resist, the curse forces it. I am physically incapable of resisting.  Yes, it's lust. Not for sexual satiation, though that's what is always substituted for it. But lust for love, if I can be prosaic. And love is one thing I never, ever get. I knew going to the bar was a bad idea. But if you've ever been addicted to anything, you know how it goes. You convince yourself that it can be done and it'll be ok. "Just a little bit." I wanted human contact. I needed it. So weary of being alone. I wouldn't speak to anyone. I sure as hell wouldn't take them  home. But I had to see them. The isolation in my home was destroying me. I'd have just a glass of wine. Two at the most.  I wouldn't destroy anyone's life that way, right? It's my fucking hair that always ruins it. The fucking blue hair. I thought things would get better when they put that nano-gene-therapy on the market. After a century of being the supernatural freak with blue hair, I'd be able to hide among others. Everyone would have strange hair. No luck. My hair is different. It still stands out, and my destined victims single me out anyway. That's how he found me. I wanted to pretend that it was just some guy hitting on me. I've got no delusions. I've got a great shape – so long as no one sees me undressed. Thank gods I learned to hide that. That gets me even more attention than the hair. None of it positive. But he wasn't just some guy. He was the next victim, ordained in heaven or hell. He was next. And I'd fallen right into the same place as him. It's always like that, and I'm a moron for ever thinking it could ever be different. When I spilled wine on him, I felt my gut wrench. Still imagining I could somehow escape fate, I ran away. It was stupid to give him money too. But it's in my nature to make people happy. If I ruin something, I have to pay for it. People have too many problems without me adding to it. Maybe if I hadn't given him the money, I wouldn't have to destroy his life. But I did. And then still thought myself clever when I hid well enough that he couldn't find me. And still stupidly optimistic enough to think there was hope I wouldn't see him the next morning when the signs started. After physical contact with the victim, my body goes out of control. I eat a lot. Not like, an extra bowl of cereal. Like, a dozen pancakes, a four-egg omelet, hash browns, bacon, AND two bowls of cereal. Wouldn't it be great if all that food made me fat? Maybe then they wouldn't want to fuck me. But that's part of the curse too. I don't gain weight. I always have a near-perfect figure. They always want me. It's not just eating, either. My whole body gets very sensitive. Anything can set me off. Literally anything. I have to be careful sitting down or I could have an orgasm just from that. You ever have a mouth full of flapjacks and then have an uncontrollable groan of bliss emanating from your nether regions? It's not pretty. But damn it feels good.  I took an extra long shower. Hot water, pouring over my head, my shoulders, running over my breasts, tickling my engorged and hardened nipples, massaging my whole body. I was wet long before stepping into the tub. I was cumming before I even worked my fingers inside my pussy. But I don't stop. Oh no. If there's one part of my curse I enjoy, it's the orgasms. Two fingers, three. That morning I got all five fingers in, loving  the sound of my cunt's lubricant smacking as I pumped them in and out. Screaming out forever. After the first climax, I slipped a finger into my ass too. Then a second. Pumping from both sides I rode climax after climax. Screaming, moaning. I fell on the shower floor and just lay there, unable to stop pleasuring myself. In. Out. In. Out. In. Faster, slower, deeper. At times I fucked myself with a bottle of shampoo, others I just rubbed my clit and nipples.  I've no idea how many orgasms I had that morning. I only stopped because my generous supply of hot water started to cool. I toweled off and washed my hands, then left the bathroom. I didn't wear a towel. The soft brushing it made on my skin would just set me off again. I could hardly think. I'd never gone this long without taking a victim to bed after contact. On the one hand, I genuinely believed I was going to get away with it. On the other, I had no idea if my body would ever calm down. I had to do something. After disguising my unusual trait, I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. I tied my hair back and went running. I want to say I ran all morning, but the truth is I'd been masturbating in the shower for most of it. I ran for a few hours, though. It takes a long time for me to start sweating, but I pushed myself, moving at a near sprint. Keeping up the unreal pace until finally I felt my skin start to glisten. I laughed and then ran more. I was gone for nearly three hours, running at high speed up and down the hills and through the neighborhood. I felt so good. I have this unreal endurance, and it's even more when I'm in that state. And when the runner's high comes, it's like I'm tripping. It's so powerful. But when I got home the gut wrenching returned. The guy from the bar was part way down the street. "Gods dammit!" I bolted up the steps on the porch and yanked my shoe off to get the key out. Of course the key fell and bounced across the porch. I scrambled over to it. He was closer, and watching me. He knew this is where he wanted to be. He may have known anyway, but my damn hair certainly didn't leave it in any doubt. I snatched up the key and tried to shove it in the lock but I couldn't make it fit. If I could just get inside before he reached me… There's rarely any luck in my life, and none that day. He gently took the key from my fingers, saying "let me try." He slid the key in and turned it easy as you please. I felt the warmth of his hand when he did it, and I saw the tent his pants made. And I felt myself get slick. My nipples pushed on my shirt too, making two tents to match the one at his crotch. I pushed open the door and released a stream of quiet invectives. Goddam mutherfucking shit-cunt dick hell" they stopped making sense after a few syllables but it wasn't good enough so I kept going. I tossed my key in the basket where I keep it and looked back at the man. He still stood in the doorway. His eyebrows were raised in surprise. He probably thought I was cursing him. Hell, maybe I was. But I was furious with the gods, with demons, with heaven and hell, and most of all, I was pissed at me. I didn't want to hurt him, but there was no way to avoid it now. I closed my eyes, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to work out the immediate anger. After an eternity I managed to calm down. Right, I was going to fuck him over, in more ways than one. Now that it was doomed to happen and there was no way to deny it, we might as well enjoy it. I felt a grin start to form, remembering my shower. "Look, sorry, uhm…" I realized I didn't know his name. "Goddard," he supplied. "Goddard, huh? That's different. Look, sorry. Come in. It wasn't you. It was… well, it takes a bit to explain." He stepped inside. I held out my hand. "I'm Nari." He took my hand and my body responded. I nearly sighed. A man does feel so good. He felt something too. I heard a slow exhale. I led him to the kitchen. "Sit down," I said. One thing about my victims, they have this desire to please. They don't recognize it, but they act on it. He immediately sat down and I went to get drinks. "Can I get you something? Water? Tea?" "Water's great," he said, nodding. I reached up to get the glasses from the cubboard. "Let me explain what's going on, and then we can… you know." I glanced over. I could see the excitement in his eyes. He wasn't looking at my eyes, he was studying the curves of my legs. And why shouldn't he? I'd just been running, they were toned, they couldn't look any better. And my butt too. I smiled to myself and shook my ass, just a tiny bit, giving him a show. I reached up further, still not able to reach the glasses. Why the hell did I keep them so high? Then I heard Goddard approaching. "Let me help." What a good helper Then I FELT Goddard approach. His erection hadn't gone down at all. It wouldn't. The only way he could get it down would be to shoot his seed in my honor, preferably inside me. So when he reached over me, I felt his cock push right into my back side. My pussy started to flex at the feel of him. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from moaning. He wasn't so careful. A long gasp escaped his lips and he pushed up against me harder. Naturally I pushed back. I wiggled my bum until I could feel his long, hard cock, pushing through his pants and my shorts, settle between my cheeks. Then I wiggled up and down some more. It was a sudden challenge to see if I could get him to cum in his pants. I liked to feel the semen when it came out. Most when it was inside me, but it got me hot to feel it on my body or my face too. But still, it was early, and Goddard was mine. I wanted to see how fast I could get him to cum. He liked it, if the noises he was making were any indication. His hands came down and clenched my hips. He pulled me against him and pushed against me as if he could force his cock through our clothes. He gasped again, followed by a groan. I braced myself with one hand against the counter and slipped the other up my shirt. I took a handful of one tit and pinched my nipple between two fingers. Then I moaned along with him. My pussy was still flexing, feeling his hardness on my ass. And I felt myself close to an orgasm. I clenched my cheeks on him, determined that he would cum first. And he did, just barely. I felt his body shudder, once, twice, three times. A moment later I felt the wetness soaking through my shorts and panties. That set me off. A loud wail, cresting. I pinched my nipple harder, pushing the climax into being. I felt it, like an animal, coiling to pounced deep in my body. My other hand reached around to pull Goddard's hips, to make sure he couldn't stop now, even if his member was softening. My long wail turned into a short series of moaning grunts as the orgasm came in fits and starts, finally sliding down that slope of pleasure. I finally released my nipple and nearly collapsed on the counter. Gods damn. That wasn't even real sex! I just dry humped him with my ass and we both came.  What more could we do? The idea of exploring those possibilities woke the animal again. I was hungry for more. I caught my breath. "Ok," I said. "Explanations can wait. We're getting started." I dragged him into my parlor.

Chapter 5 - Nari's Past, Part ii

Obviously, I wasn't born with this equipment. That's a recent development, relatively speaking. When I first swore myself to my demon goddess I was physically a normal girl. Abused, dirty, broken, hurt. But physically, normal. Even my hair was an unexciting color of brown. I had never really examined by own body before. It had always been a prison, a way to be hurt. I had tried to separate my mind from my body. But now, as my goddess held my naked flesh against her bare skin, I noticed the contrast. My breasts were small, even as hers were heavy and beautiful. My legs were stick thin, my hips small. Hers were delightfully shaped and her hips were erotically pronounced. I noted my deficiency, but I wasn't concerned about them. Truth be told, I was excited by her beauty. Even as she flew through the sky, carrying me away, I began to kiss her flesh. I took her engorged nipple in my mouth and began to suck on it. My hand roamed her body. She laughed at my eagerness and encouraged me to continue. Eventually she landed high in a mountain pass, gently laying me down on the soft dirt ground. She didn't hesitate, and before I knew what was happening she was pressing her sex to my face, the wetness covering my skin. My lust had not abated through the journey, and I wrapped my arms around her hips as I sucked on the folds of her pussy, driving my tongue as far as I could into her. Her reaction was a combination laugh and moan. She pressed her hips harder against my face. I felt as if I might die of passion then, and the thought drove me to try even harder to please her. Her tail penetrated me without warning. I would have screamed but she covered my mouth. Instead I simply moaned in a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain. I almost forgot about pleasing her, but I could never completely ignore my goddess. She was the only thing important to me. I hungrily devoured her juices as she pumped in and out of me, until we both screamed out our climax at the same time. I was exhausted and nearly unconscious. So much had happened to me. I wanted to touch her more, but I could barely lift my arms. My goddess leaned over me, tracing meaningless patterns on my skin with one finger. She looked me in the eyes, seeing my soul, changing me. "My little one," she said. "You will be my greatest servant. You will destroy men for me. Thousands of them. Does that please you?" I could barely understand her words, but the idea of destroying men appealed to me. As deep and burning as my love for my goddess was, my hatred of mankind was almost as great. I was happy to be able to take my revenge and do the will of the goddess who had become my whole life. "It pleases me to please you," I told her. "I love you." I could feel my body tightening again. With one finger, playing across my belly and my breasts, she was bringing my body to the throes of passion again. "And I love you, my little one." She pushed my legs apart and knelt between my knees. Her tail snaked forward between her legs, pushing up against her sex, and then it entered me again. She pulled in and out, fucking me like a man fucks, her hands gripping my hips and pulling me close. I came almost instantly, but she kept going. Her tail pressing against her pussy stimulated her as well. As I neared yet another orgasm, I could see she was climaxing as well. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me up, pressing our bodies together. My small breasts smothered by her large ones. She kissed me fiercely, her tongue immediately entering my mouth. I sucked her forked tongue eagerly, even as the animal coiled in my belly, ready to pounce again. I shook as the feeling overcame my whole body and moaned around her tongue. She came as well this time, she withdrew her tongue and threw her head back, groaning in a language no man has ever heard. I could feel her wetness spilling from her, over her tail and in turn, over me, baptizing me in the wine of her passion. She thrust even harder as the climax built in her, extending my orgasm. I could do nothing but tremble as I lost every particle of my being to the feeling. As she finally finished, she kissed me fiercely, and her sharp teeth nipped my lip, drawing blood, which she sucked away. "Now we have tasted each other. I am in you as you are in me." They were the last words I heard before I passed out from utter exhaustion. ***** When I awoke I was alone, still at the top of the mountain pass, naked. I did not shiver, however, a blessing my goddess had given me. I began walking down the path, unworried about modesty or shame. I felt strong, I felt alive. I felt the mission my goddess had given me. To seduce men and destroy them. I didn't understand how seducing them would accomplish this destruction, but I knew I would never need to use a weapon. So I walked the road, hoping to reach the next town soon so I could begin her work. Late that afternoon my first prey came into view. A lone man, tired and dirty, drove a simple cart pulled by a donkey on the road. Coming from behind. As I heard him, I stepped to the side and waited for him. He stared at me nervously but then with plain lust as he saw I was not a bandit but a nude woman. When he reached me he stopped. "Can I help you?" I smiled. From the sound of his voice I could tell he was begging, not offering. "I need a ride," I said. He helped me up into the back of the cart, his hands firmly cupping parts of my body he didn't need to, then he returned to the front and started the donkey moving again. I pretended to sleep and watched him through half-closed eyes. He almost immediately started stroking himself through his clothing. I spread my legs a little to give him a better view. A few minutes later I watched his body shudder as he spurted his seed. I couldn't hold back a small grin. In the next hour he grew more bold. He gently brought the cart to a stop and turned to face me as I lay still in the back of his cart. He opened his pants and stroked himself again. It didn't take him long before gobs shot out, landing on my feet and legs. I stirred at this, and he froze in terror. But I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "Come to me," I said softly. He stepped forward, his limp cock still in his hand. I rubbed the head of his dick with two fingers, feeling it grow larger and harder. I spoke barely above a whisper. "Do you want to fuck me?" He nodded quickly. "Then do it." He quickly removed his clothing and clumsily climbed on top of me. Sex with this man was very different from being raped by my father and master. It was almost pleasant. Yes, he was dirty, but his smell was honest sweat and dirt, not the stink of self-indulgence. He wasn't fat from undeserved leisure, nor was he muscled and oiled like my master's guards. But his arms and chest were lean and hard and strong. He came seconds after he entered me, which made me laugh. For a moment he blushed in shame, but his erection was already returning, and he started to pump into me again, and soon he had a comfortable rhythm. I threw back my head and enjoyed the sensation. My old master and father had been soft bodied from their corpulence. My goddess was soft from the beautiful curves of arch-feminine beauty. This peasant man was pleasantly hard all over, but most especially in his cock, which filled me up. I could feel the walls of my canal gripping him, and he easily slid in and out, lubricated by his semen and my own juices. He was eager and sincere in a way that none of the others could be, and he cried out every time he came, which was often. He never brought me to an orgasm, but he felt so good on top of me and in me, I enjoyed our hours together – even the feeling of his semen leaking from me and down over my anus. I did not honestly know how sex was supposed to work. I knew that my rapists had always taken breaks after spurting their cum on or in me, but I thought that was just their way, so it didn't seem strange to me that this man would harden instantly after ejaculating. We went for hours before he finally fell on top of me, unable to keep moving. Moments later he snored softly in my ear. I giggled softly as I rolled him off me. His cock was still hard and stood out awkwardly as he lay there. I playfully smacked it, and was rewarded with the sight of a single spurt of cum landing on his chest. I giggled again as I stood and looked about. It was growing dark. Evening time. The time when my master would summon me each day for another raping. But I did not fear the night any longer. My goddess had freed me from fear. I wrapped my arms around my chest and closed my eyes. "Thank you, goddess," I whispered. I leaped down from the cart and unhitched the donkey. As a second thought I took the man's clothing, making a saddle blanket of them. Then I climbed on the back of the donkey and left. I travelled through the night, pausing at a small stream to wash the man's clothing. When they finally dried, I wore them. They did not fit properly, and they were ragged, but it looked less strange than wandering the wilderness naked. Two days later I reached a village. I sold the donkey and found a place to stay. ***** I didn't have to pay for things. There were always men willing to do anything for me. They didn't come in crowds, but always one at a time. After a man gave me all he had and spent a long night of sex, I never saw him again. I moved a lot, never staying in one town, but I also learned later that it was part of the changes my goddess had made in me. My body also began to change. It was still not the penis, or the hair-color, but my breasts grew, after a couple years they reached the ideal size they are now. My waist narrowed and my hips widened a bit. I developed muscle in my arms and legs to give them tone and shape. I became beautiful. I fear I sound so self-important when I say that. But it is true. Before I met my goddess I was a plain girl with no remarkable features. After her, I grew to be more like her. My hair began to lighten, and my skin grew to the alabaster white you see now. I saw myself in the image of my goddess, and nothing, in my mind, was more beautiful than her. For centuries I wandered the earth, seeing the world, and incidentally amassing wealth from the gifts that men gave me. I enjoyed my life. I had learned to enjoy sex, and I reveled in it. Eventually, I began to see how it was that I destroyed men: they could never love another after me. They would try, and they would have sex, but they would always wish for me. Some killed themselves. Some spent vast fortunes trying to pursue me. None had me for long. The corruption of these men was a source of amusement for me, and more than once I laughed out loud thinking about it. I once permitted a man I had been with an audience. He spent hours swearing his undying devotion for me and begging me to let him be my slave. I laughed I found it funny. He wept then. He explained that he couldn't climax with other women. He could only ejaculate when masturbating and thinking of me. That evoked more laughter. I asked a servant (I kept only eunuchs) to bring me another of my suitors. And then, in the room where my former lover waited for me, I fucked the other suitor. The suitor was like so many others, I have no memory of him. My former lover watched us screw for more than an hour before he shot his own brains out. My new suitor kept fucking me, unable to stop, and it only took me moments to put him out of mind. ***** I destroyed thousands of men for my goddess. And after each one I felt her approval, though I never saw her again. Still I wanted so desperately to please her. I had much pleasure in the men I seduced, but the only happiness was knowing I accomplished her work. After hundreds of years, I was still hers completely. Eventually I took women too. I had long forgotten my hatred of men, subsumed completely by the devotion to my goddess. So it was easy for me. I knew how to love women as well, and was just as happy to ruin their lives as men, so long as my goddess approved. And she did. Every man or woman I fucked was a disgusting person. Many of them were great lovers. Many of the rest became great lovers in the short time I was with them. But beyond their sexual prowess, I could see the hollowness in their lives – how they used other people, used violence to get their way, or other crimes. After a long time I stopped paying attention to who they were. They were to be destroyed, and I was satisfied that they deserved it. As if that justification even mattered, so long as I could please her. It wasn't until just over a century ago that I finally realized what was really happening.

Chapter 2 - Self-Image Issues

There were no clocks or timepieces in the pirate's cabin. The darkness outside seemed constant and unending. Shantae had no idea how much time had passed since she’d first come to. She’d passed out more than once during the marathon of sex Risky was subjecting her to. The intensity of near-constant climaxes combined with her captor’s seemingly-endless stamina was more than the young half-genie could stand. More than once Risky had worked her to nearly blinding orgasm, leaving Shantae senseless; by the time she’d recovered, Shantae found herself forced into a new position, Risky still pounding mercilessly away at her with unquenchable lust. With only the black sky outside to give any clue to the passage of time, there was no way for Shantae to track the hours as Risky took her over and over in every possible position: on top, from behind, standing, sitting, squatting on all fours, and so on. At some point, to her shame, Shantae found herself becoming a more eager participant. She’d rode Risky like a stallion, shook her hips as she sat in Risky’s lap, and used her mouth to urge Risky back to full hardness when the pirate was between ejaculations. Those moments were the closest thing to rest for Shantae, and they were few and brief. I won’t give in, Shantae had told herself during one of those moments, while Risky was busy coating her face in another layer of sperm. I'm just biding my time. I won’t give in. The guardian genie had repeated the words like a mantra, and continued to do so now as she dropped herself onto Risky's pillar of flesh, trying her hardest to keep herself from cumming even as she worked to coax her master to release once more. Every time the pirate worked her to another gushing climax, Shantae could feel her will cracking a little more. It was taking all the concentration she had to keep resisting, and Shantae wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. “Move your hips, slut!” Risky barked, slapping Shantae’s ass. "And tighten up!" Shantae flinched, looking over her shoulder at the grinning Risky with a shamed expression, nodding meekly. The half-genie’s dusky cheeks turned rosy as she gyrated herself more quickly, leaning forward with her hands on the pirate's knees. “Yes ... C-Captain,” she moaned breathlessly. The two were in the chair where Shantae had come to. Risky sat with Shantae in her lap, the girl facing away from the pirate as she bounced herself on Risky’s tireless dick. Shantae’s inner thighs were a sticky mess of cum and her own nectar, her tan skin covered with small bruises, bites, and scratches from her master’s tender affections. Even now Risky's rough hands were kneading the dancer's supple rear like dough as it shook and jiggled, the pirate’s fingers dimpling the bronze flesh, and her nails leaving red streaks. Hurry up and cum, Shantae begged silently. She couldn't keep this up. Her pussy felt raw and sore, her throat was dry and still sticky with Risky's semen, and the stink of the jizz dripping from her face was making the girl dizzy. Every one of Risky’s thrusts was torturous, a mix of pleasure and pain that constantly threatened to push her over the edge of sanity. Shantae’s cries and moans sang through the cabin as she stared up at the ceiling, silently hoping her ordeal would soon end. She can't possibly keep this up much longer. Just hurry and cum and let me rest! Risky reached around Shantae's chest, squeezing her pert breasts hard as she pulled the girl back. Shantae yelped, gasping as she looked between her legs and felt the pressure of the hard flesh inside her suddenly shift. She could almost see Risky's cock bulge outward every time the pirate hilted herself. "Gonna cum soon," Risky growled through clenched teeth. The lady pirate’s fingers rolled and pinched Shantae's aching nipples none-too-gently, making the half-genie moan plaintively. "Yes," Shantae mewled as her tits were mauled, "Cum! Please cum!" Shantae reached around Risky’s shoulders and pressed the captain's face to her breast, wordlessly urging her to suckle the olive teat. Risky grinned and obliged, dragging her tongue up the side of the bronze orb before catching the dark nipple in her mouth, sucking hard and loud. Shantae moaned, her nails digging into Risky's shoulder as her back arched. Don't cum! Don't cum again!, she begged her own body, though it didn't seem to be listening. "You love this, don't you?" Risky teased, her tongue making circles around Shantae's nipple as she looked up at the red-faced half-genie. Shantae looked away, eyes closing as she kept up her pace, squeals and moans escaping through her tightly-grit teeth. Risky laughed. "You can keep trying to fight it, but you know I'm right," she went on. "You've cum more times than I have!" Risky's hand slid down from Shantae's hip, moving between her tawny thighs. Shantae shook her head as she felt the pirate's coarse fingers rubbing the wet lips of her pussy, seeking out her clit. "St-stop," she begged aloud, "I can't take it!" Risky bit the side of Shantae's breast. At the same time the pirate trapped the half-genie's pink pearl between her index and ring fingers, her middle digit frigging the hard nub mercilessly. Shantae's head whipped back as she yowled, and even if Risky had not felt the sudden gushing of the girl's fluids around her cock, there was no way she would've missed the fountain that sprayed out from between their legs. "See?" Risky tittered, licking the bite mark on Shantae's chest as her fingers worked the younger girl into a frenzy. "I can play you like a fiddle." Risky reached around and grabbed both of Shantae’s tits tightly, grunting as her eyes screwed shut, her hips moving faster. “Now it's my turn to cum again! Take every drop, you little bitch!!” she growled. Shantae hissed, watching with a glazed expression as Risky's thrusts sped up just before the pirate stabbed upward hard enough to lift them both off the chair. The younger girl shuddered as she felt Risky’s cock erupt again with seemingly-boundless virility, a fresh helping of the pirate’s sperm blasting into Shantae’s womb to mix with the old. The congealed mess was already becoming tacky, clinging to her walls in a thick mass and making Shantae's belly feel heavy and full. Shantae’s brow furrowed, her pretty eyes fluttering as she felt a geyser of both Risky’s cum and her own spurting from her overstuffed body. She’d been filled to the brim hours ago, but that hadn’t stopped Risky from continuing to pack every square inch of the half-breed’s cunt with syrupy pirate jizz. The excess spewed out from between their thighs, pooling on the chair and the deck below, a puddle of glistening fluids spreading as Risky seeded her new slave for the umpteenth time. Risky pulled the girl in for a open-mouthed kiss, which Shantae weakly returned. Their tongues twisted in the air as they panted. “Your pussy is the best,” Risky said drunkenly. “I feel like I could fuck you forever.” “It already feels like you have,” Shantae groaned. She flopped against Risky, exhausted. “No more, I’m begging you. Let me rest.” The half-genie's eyes were hazy and distant, her voice listless and faint. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and she gulped for air like a fish on land, unable to take a breath without the scent and taste of Risky's seed clinging to her. Bubbles of cum grew and popped from her mouth and nose as her airways tried to clear themselves, adding to the sloppy mess that continued to slowly cascade down her pretty face to splat messily against her bronzed breasts. “Are you surrendering? Does that mean you’re going to be my good and loyal cabin girl?” Risky asked. Her hands drifted over Shantae’s messy chest, smearing the mix of cum and spittle over the half-genie’s breasts as the pirate toyed with her aching nipples. Shantae shuddered. Parted of her wanted to say "yes". If it meant an end to the ceaseless fucking, even for a moment, it seemed like an easy price to pay. It wouldn't even mean anything. Shantae could lie to Risky, and no one would know any better, or think any less of her for it. No one but herself would know the truth. “Never,” she said weakly. Shantae was mortified at the sound of her voice. Her gasping tone was more teasing than resistant, the voice of a lusty bedroom lover rather than a defiant slave. "Never," she repeated, summoning what reserves of strength she had left to try and sound more resolute. Risky reached down and picked Shantae up, still hilted inside of the half-genie slave, and carried her towards the bed. “Then we keep going,” the pirate queen said coyly. “Until you do surrender.” She bent Shantae over the bed, then took hold of her hips and started to thrust again. Shantae moaned, her eyes rolling almost reflexively as her abused hole began to sing around Risky's girth again. "Mercy," she pleaded, her voice barely intelligible between her grunts of pleasure and groans of pain. "Never," Risky replied, slamming her hips against the half-genie's jiggling ass, her dick churning cum into a bubbling froth as it spilled from Shantae’s violated hole. "Never." *** Risky would never admit it to the girl, but she was genuinely impressed with Shantae's strength of will. Telling her that would undermine the whole point of breaking her, of course, but still, somewhere in the pirate's heart was a newfound respect for her young foe. At the moment, however, that respect was heavily outweighed by the pirate's growing love of the half-genie's nubile body and supple flesh. Risky was thankful of her own foresight. The pirate hadn't allowed herself to cum even life this in months before her final battle with the half-genie. Instead, the pirate had used that pent-up need to whip herself forward, to stay motivated to win no matter the cost, all in the hope that the final reward would be well worth the wait. By the seas, was it ever! Risky had no inkling that she'd ever have been capable of such a feat of sexual strength, but the proof was wriggling beneath her, drenched in sweat and cum. The pirate felt like she could go for days. She was a sexual goddess, tireless and potent and endlessly-virile! Of course, Risky knew that wasn’t actually true. Her toned, shapely frame was drenched in sweat, glistening in the dim light as she thrust into her slave, muscles tensing and flexing beneath her pale skin. Risky’s breath was almost as ragged as the half-genie's, the pirate's mouth hanging open as she panted like a loping wolf. The pirate’s arms and legs burned with the effort of manhandling Shantae's lithe body into one position after another, to speak nothing of the hours of thrusting into the girl's gouged cunt. Risky was getting winded, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was starting to get weak. The pirate woman cast a sidelong glance at the brightening sky through the window behind her. Dawn was coming. Risky clicked her tongue, irritated. She'd said that Shantae only need to occupy her until sunrise. The pirate felt no real obligation to keep her word, of course, but as the ache in her limbs grew more petulant, she found herself forced to accept the notion that the younger girl simply wasn't going to break in one night. Fine, I’ll just have to work her over even harder tomorrow night. Risky pushed balls-deep into the half-genie, holding herself there as she ran her fingertips down Shantae's naked shoulders and back, drinking in her sweaty form. To Risky, Shantae had never looked more beautiful. The girl murmured, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she rested on the sheets. She groaned as Risky pulled out of her, the pirate watching proudly as thick masses of cum slowly oozed from Shantae's overflowing pussy every time it clenched. "F-finally," Shantae muttered, relieved. Risky's eyes narrowed, focusing upon the half-genie's upturned rear. She reached down, gripping Shantae's shapely buttocks and spreading them. "Please," Shantae whined, wiggling her rear, "I'm all sore..." Risky smiled. Shantae's pucker winked at her, tiny and perfect and unmolested. The pirate suddenly felt certain she had at least one more load in her. "Don't worry, little dancer," Risky purred, using a finger to smear a dollop of bubbling semen over Shantae's reddened labia, "I'll give this hole a rest." Shantae breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes closing as she relaxed. She tensed suddenly as she felt something wet wriggle between her buttocks. She tried to look, and saw Risky's face buried in the cleft of her rear. "R-Risky! What are you doing?" she mewled, trying to move away. Sprawled as she was half on the bed and half off, there was little Shantae could do. Her legs were too weak to stand, let alone kick, and Risky had the advantage of strength and position as she held the half-genie in place by the hips. Shantae could only writhe uncomfortably as she felt the pirate captain's tongue wriggling in her bottom. "St-stop!" she pleaded, crumpling the bedsheets in her hands. "Th-that's dirty!..." Risky sat up. A thin rope of saliva connected her tongue to Shantae's asshole for a moment before it broke. "There's nothing dirty about it," she said, teasing the tight hole with her cum-slicked finger. She worked it inside with some difficulty, leaning back in to lick around it as she pushed into the half-genie's ass. "Though it'll be plenty dirty after I stain it white," she added, chuckling filthily. "It f-feels weird," Shantae continued to protest, quivering as she felt Risky's digit sink in to the first knuckle, and then the second. It wriggled inside her, making her clench, yet the warm softness of Risky's tongue on the outside was soothing, urging her to relax and open more. "D-don't do ... weird things to me," Shantae moaned. "This is far from weird, little girl," Risky replied, enjoying how her breath made Shantae's pucker clench tightly around her finger. "You belong to me now. That means I get to use every part of you however I want." The pirate was slowly pumping her whole finger in and out with aching slowness. She paused, spitting on the dusky entrance before adding a second finger, steadily working the half-genie's sphincter. Shantae wiggled her bottom in silent protest, trying to squirm away, but Risky stilled her with a hard slap that left the girl's left buttock with a red welt. "Keep still!" Risky snapped. "I'm doing this for your benefit. Until you'd rather I fuck you dry." Shantae gave no reply, but she stopped moving. Risky smiled, patting Shantae's rear. "Good girl." The half-genie whimpered as she once more felt Risky's tongue exploring her forbidden place, the nimble organ pushing deeper into Shantae's rear hole as the pirate's fingers stretched her open. Shantae gripped the bedsheets all the more tightly, her breath coming in heavy huffs through her nose as she tried to adjust to the bizarre feelings coming from her ass. The half-genie gasped as she felt two of Risky's fingers push in to the knuckles, rubbing along her insides as they pried her open. "That's a good girl," Risky cooed, her other hand stroking Shantae's back. "Open up for mama. Doesn't it feel nice?" Shantae's face reddened. "It's ... strange," she mumbled, trying to stifle her moans. Risky chuckled, pulling her fingers from Shantae as she stood, sliding her glistening and slimy prick between the teen's buttocks. "Well, perhaps this will feel better." Shantae looked back, her eyes wide as she shook her head. "T-there's no way that will fit! I'll tear!" Risky wasn't listening. She continued to slide herself back and forth, then aimed the crown of her penis at the half-genie's pucker. The pirate spat, rubbing her saliva over both Shantae and herself, then pressed the bloated glans into place. Shantae stiffened immediately as she felt that massive organ pushing against her. "N-no, stop!" she yelped, clawing at the bed. "I'm telling you, it's too big!" She tried to squirm away, but Risky pushed a hand down on her shoulders, holding Shantae in place with her brute strength. Her cock smeared against Shantae's entrance, sliding away as the half-genie's bottom shook. "Hold still! You're just making it worse for yourself!" Risky snapped. She pressed down harder, making Shantae yelp. "Don't! I-I ... I'll use my mouth!" Shantae begged. "That can wait until after," Risky sneered. She lined up and pushed forward before Shantae could squirm away again. Shantae's body went rigid, the girl's hand pushing her torso up off the bed even with Risky trying to hold her down. The pain as she felt Risky's dick pushing her asshole inwards was intense, but to her horror Shantae could feel her body opening to accept the pirate. "It hurts!" Shantae whimpered through clenched teeth. "It won't fit!" "Sssh," Risky chided. She let Shantae up, her hand sliding from Shantae's shoulder to the back of her neck, though the pirate's other hand held firmly to the smaller girl's hip. Risky stroked Shantae as though she were a pet, still pushing forward until she felt her fat crown finally pop past Shantae's tight anal ring. The half-genie howled, but Risky was almost purring. "See? I knew you could take it" "Pull it out!" Shantae cried. "It's too much...nngh!" Risky hissed pleasantly as she felt Shantae clench down tightly around her. The girl was incredibly tight, so much that pushing forward would be nearly impossible without actually hurting her. Instead, Risky pushed Shantae forward onto the bed, leaning down on top of her. The pirate's jiggling tits flattened against Shantae's shoulders as Risky all but covered her, her pale hands sliding down Shantae's arms to rest atop the half-genie's hands. Risky's thighs spread, resting atop of Shantae's and holding her in place, the older woman's hips slowly gyrating. Shantae tensed and groaned, shivering beneath the larger woman. Risky nuzzled the girl's neck from behind, entwining her fingers with Shantae's and peppering her throat with kisses. "There now, little girl, sssh. Just relax. I'll take good care of you," she whispered. Risky hunched forward, and Shantae yelped again, trembling. Still too tight. Risky dragged her tongue up Shantae's neck, worming along where the brass slave collar met her skin. Risky's hands squeezed, and Shantae squeezed back, clearly desperate for support. Risky licked her way up to Shantae's ear, tracing the half-genie's elongated ear with her tongue. As it curled around the pointed tip, Shantae groaned deeply. Risky felt the girl's ass gulp around her prick for a moment, allowing her to sink another half-inch in. "So that's your weak spot," Risky said triumphantly. "I should have known." Shantae was too busy grimacing to reply. Risky wasn't even sure if the girl heard her, but it didn't matter. The pirate just needed to distract her pet, and now she knew how. Risky attacked Shantae's other ear first, taking the tip into her mouth and suckling it tenderly, her tongue flitting around its pointed tip. Shantae moaned again, the whites of her eyes showing for a moment as they flitted open. The smaller girl arched her back against Risky's body, trembling as her sensitive ears were toyed with. Shantae mewled, her eyes going glassy. She collapsed forward, her arms losing the strength to hold her up. Risky snickered, balling the girl's ponytail in her hand and yanking it violently backward, forcing Shantae back up with a cry. "No slouching on the job, slut!" Risky barked, almost cackling. "You don't rest until I say you can!" Shantae moaned pitifully, her face a tortured mix of pleasure and pain. Her nails clawed at the bed as her body went rigid in Risky's grip, the half-genie struggling to keep her back straight, lest the pirate yank her hair again. The teen's cries and gasps grew more plaintive and desperate. "My butt," she whined, "my butt ... It's ... I'm..." Risky grinned, fingers of one hand sinking into Shantae's olive hip, her other hand twisting Shantae's ponytail tighter. "It feels good, doesn't it? You can feel it in your pussy, can't you? You can feel my cock in your tight little ass, making your little pussy gush?" Risky was almost feverish with lust as she spoke. "Don't fight it. It's okay to enjoy it. It's going to be happening a lot more from now on!" Risky could feel herself bubbling over once more. Her cock was swollen and aching, clenched tightly in her tawny slave's slippery bowels, and the pirate's swinging nuts were dripping with Shantae's overflowing honey. As the half-genie panted and mewled and clawed at the bed, Risky's body tensed, her thrusting length twitching and swelling as its master brutally thrust it home. Risky and Shantae both cried out as the pirate's cock erupted once more, lodged deep in Shantae's ass. "Cumming! Cumming in your fucking ass!" Risky howled. "Nng! I-it's warm!!" Shantae whimpered, her body quivering as fluids squirted from her cunt. The girl's eyes were hollow and vacant, saliva dripping from the edges of her mouth as she babbled to herself. "Th-there's so much!..." Risky held Shantae in place as she seeded the girl's bowels, the purple ponytail pulled taut in her hand. Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as the pirate felt each thick bulge of semen forced up her throbbing member, barely able to squeeze past her pet's tight anal ring before they gushed inside her. "Damn, girl," Risky panted, almost drooling herself now as she felt Shantae's squeezing ass milk her cock. "You were born for this. Feels like you're squeezing me dry..." Shantae said nothing, only whimpering as Risky finally released her. She collapsed onto the bed, twitching slightly as Risky's dick slipped free of her violated asshole. Thick dollops of semen slowly oozed as the gaping pucker clenched, a white river trickling down the cleft of her butt to mix with the mess that still seeped from her reddened pussy. Risky admired her handiwork as she tried to catch her breath, finally feeling winded. Her mind was a bit clearer now, the insatiable lust from earlier finally releasing its grip on her. The pirate's magnificent cock wilted, and Risky pumped it laboriously, squeezing out the last few drops of ejaculate onto Shantae's delicious bronze ass before using Shantae's hair to wipe down her slimy cock. The pirate climbed onto the bed, pulling Shantae into her arms. The genie girl moaned weakly, clearly exhausted, as Risky rolled the girl onto her side and spooned with her. "All mine," Risky murmured, peppering Shantae's shoulder with soft kisses. Her arms wrapped around the girl's chest, squeezing her. "Mine forever, little pet. I'll never let you go." Shantae grunted, but said nothing. Risky leaned up, looking over the girl's shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her heavy breathing labored and laced with wet gurgled as semen bubbled from her lips and nose. Risky smirked, laying back down. You win this round, she thought. Never thought you'd wear me out. But I've got all the time in the world to enslave you to my cock... Risky pressed her body against Shantae's, settling next to her. Even streaked with semen, the half-genie's hair smelled lovely. *** Shantae shivered. Her heart felt cold, even though her body was warm. It was difficult to accept everything that was happening to her. Escaping from her fate seemed nigh-impossible. All she wanted was for someone to save her from this life of slavery. The life of a sex slave, she thought, trembling. "Poor Shantae," someone said. The voice was female and familiar, though Shantae couldn't quite place it. Why did it sound so familiar? Shantae's eyes opened slowly, her vision blurry. She blinked, brow furrowed as she willed her eyes to focus. She recognized the great cabin around her; the treasure chest, the weapon crate, the shelves of books and hats ... they all surrounded her, illuminated brightly in an ethereal silver light. Confused, Shantae rolled over. Outside the cabin window, the moon sat low in the sky, larger than she'd ever seen it. It dominated the view, casting light that glittered off the endless sea and filled the cabin. Shantae realized she was alone in bed. Risky was gone. More than that, there was no evidence of their recent "activity". Shantae's body was clean, though still naked, and the sheets that had been pulled over her sleeping form tumbled from her chest. "What's happening?" she asked aloud, confused. "You're dreaming, of course," replied the voice mirthfully. "Dreaming?" Shantae murmured. She looked at her hands and caught movement at the foot of the bed. Looking up, she saw someone sitting in front of her, and with a gasp of surprise Shantae pulled the sheets back up over her naked chest. The figure tittered. "No reason to bother with that. You've nothing I haven't already seen," it said with a lilting tone. "Who are you?" Shantae asked angrily. Dream or not, she was losing her patience. She squinted, but the figure sat in shadows rendered near-black by the brilliance of the moonlight that bathed the bed. As her eyes struggled to focus, Shantae came to a startling realization: the figure was sitting on nothing. Rather, it was floating in the air in a sitting posture. As Shantae stared, the figure slowly hovered towards her, giggling. "I suppose it's not surprising you don't recognize me," the figure replied. "After what's happened, it can be hard to recognize yourself." As she spoke, the hovering shape moved into the moonlight, revealing her face ... Shantae's face. Only it wasn't quite her face. The other Shantae was transformed. Her skin was more pale than even Risky's, almost porcelain, and where Shantae's hair was up in its trademark long purple ponytail, the other Shantae's hair was a deep moss green, tied up neatly in an elegant fashion. The other Shantae's eyes glinted red, the sclera colored an almost-glowing yellow, and the twin points of horns, colored a deep blood red, poked out from the green locks of her hair. A glint of moonlight reflected off of a tiny fang that poked from between the other Shantae's lips as she smiled, and a spade-tipped tail twirled playfully in the air as the other woman floated a foot above the bed. Where Shantae was nude but for her jewelry, her double was dressed provocatively in a tight-fitting bustier and skirt, with fishnet stockings and high-heels, and a curious little collared mantle around her neck. Twin bat wings sprung from her back, though they curiously did not flap, even as the dream girl hovered. "You're ... me?" Shantae asked, confusion once more heavy in her voice. "Well," the other Shantae began, floating closer, "I'm a part of you, at least. Surely you recognize me?" The pale version of Shantae hovered at eye-level, smiling at the tawny original. Shantae nodded slowly, her mind still trying to comprehend the situation. "You're ... you're me, transformed," she answered. "That's right!" replied her double. She clapped her hands cheerfully, smiling wider. "I'm your succubus self." "I don't understand ... how can you be here?" Shantae asked herself. "I've always been here inside you, since the moment you first touched me," the succubus replied. "Touched you?" "The dance, Shantae. Didn't you wonder why such a dance existed? Haven't you ever questioned the nature of your magic?" Shantae was embarrassed to admit she hadn't. Her other self tittered, still smiling. "It's all right. All that matters is that I'm here for you now," she said comfortingly. "Here for me ... why?" "Because you need me, Shantae," the floating girl replied. She spun lazily, looking at Shantae upside-down now. "What with all that you're going through..." Shantae shivered, looking away as she felt her face redden. Her other self righted herself and reached a hand forward, touching Shantae's cheek. "Oh, don't be ashamed," she cooed. "It's not your fault." Shantae looked back at her doppelganger, pressure building in her eyes. She refused to cry. "If I'd been stronger ... if I hadn't let Risky get the drop on me—" The succubus placed a finger on Shantae's lips, silencing her. "What's done is done. I can help you, if you let me," she said. "Help me? How?" Shantae pointed to the collar around her throat. "I can't use my magic with this on." "If you let me, we won't need magic," the other woman replied, grinning ear-to-ear. "Let you? Let you do what?" Shantae asked. The succubus Shantae sat back in the air, crossing her legs with her hands around one knee. With no chair underneath her, Shantae could clearly see her other self's tight-fitting bottom. It seemed indecent, but then, so was the rest of her outfit. And really, Shantae was in no position to talk at the moment. "Let me take control of your body," the succubus said flatly. Shantae stared, an eyebrow raised. She was incredulous. "What?" "You heard me. Let me take over your body," the succubus repeated. "Just for a little while," she added, winking. "Take over? How? I don't understand—" Shantae's words were cut off as her other self suddenly moved close, her body hovering so low that the half-genie could feel the half-genie-succubus' breasts pressing against her own. The twin caressed Shantae's face delicately, her face so close that Shantae could smell the faint scent of flowers that seemed to surround the dream girl. "Just surrender yourself to me," the succubus whispered. "Give up yourself, and sleep. Then I'll be in control." As she took in the other woman's scent, Shantae could feel a heat building in her body. She couldn't stop thinking about kissing her twin. "W-who ... who are you?" she stammered. Shantae gasped as her twin lowered her face to Shantae's neck, kissing her with aching gentleness. "A part of you," the girl said between kisses, slowly making her way down Shantae's neck to her shoulder. "A part of you that you don't yet recognize." "I don't ... I don't understand," Shantae panted. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her tawny skin as the heat inside of her grew. She held her other self by the upper arms, trying to keep her still. "Haven't you felt it?" the succubus asked. She traced her twin fangs across Shantae's collarbone, making the half-genie moan in spite of herself. "When you transform, don't you feel your other selves within you, desperate to be let out? When you are the Harpy, don't you long to stretch your wings and fly? When you are the Mermaid, don't you long to feel the warm waters around you, washing over your scales and through your gills?" Shantae gasped as she felt fingers slip down her body and under the sheets, moving between her legs. "Y-yes," Shantae whimpered, unsure of what exactly she was saying "yes" to. Still, what her other self was saying had a grain of truth to it. Shantae did recall the feelings of elation when she soared in the air as a harpy, and she did remember warm, comforting feelings of joy when she swam through ocean waters as a mermaid. There was more as well: the playful energy of the Monkey, the steadfastness and nobility of the Elephant, even the mischievous cunning of the Spider... Was that the secret of all of Shantae's dances? Were all of these beings inside of her, clamoring for release? Shantae opened her mouth to speak, but only a low moan escaped her lips as her doppelganger's fingers slid against her damp sex, expertly stroking her most sensitive areas with practiced ease. "And didn't you feel me inside you, Shantae?" the smiling girl asked in a sultry voice, her tail almost wagging in the air. "When you took on my shape, didn't you feel the passion burning in your heart, aching for release?" The pale-skinned girl pushed her fingers into the bronze-skinned one, making Shantae groan as she clutched her double tighter. "Y-yes," she gasped. They kissed. It was sudden and deep, and Shantae wasn't entirely sure who kissed whom first. Still, they mashed their lips together, tongues seeking each other out as they swapped spit with a voracious thirst. The succubus' hand moved rapidly, thrusting two fingers in and out unrelentingly as she kissed her shared self, the trembling half-genie wrapping her arms around her shoulders. "This is what I am," said the succubus with a silken voice. "This is what we are. Risky thinks to break you with her lust ... But to me, that would be like trying to drown a fish in the ocean." The succubus nipped Shantae's throat, pressing her sharp fangs into the half-genie's swarthy flesh. Shantae arched her back, her eyes fluttering as she bared her throat, almost gasping with pleasure. "As you said," the dream girl continued, "We can't transform so long as our genie magic is restrained and turned against us ... but if you give yourself over to me, you can spare yourself this abuse, and I can free us both." The bat-winged imposter curled her fingers inside of the half-genie's cunt, curling them as though beckoning the girl to cum. Her pale thumb slid over Shantae's clit, attacking her from both inside and out. Shantae could feel a powerful orgasm building up, and instinctively she spread her legs, her knees bent as her curled toes slowly pointed skyward. "S-set us ... b-both free?" she gasped, barely able to get the words out. The succubus narrowed her eyes for a moment, then smiled, adding a third finger to the stewing mess that bubbled from Shantae's steaming cunt. Shantae came like a fountain, legs hiked in the air as the succubus pumped her fingers like a thing possessed. Glistening fluid gushed from the half-genie in a sticky spray. Her back lifted from the bed as she howled, her head pressing back into the pillows. Her pussy convulsed, clasping around her double's fingers as the succubus lowered her face to one of Shantae's jiggling breasts, suckling and teasing the swollen nipple with her sharp teeth. The succubus continued to skillfully work Shantae's body, coaxing one squirting release after another, continuing to gently stroke as Shantae's body finally lowered back onto the bed once more, the half-genie twitching and jerking. Shantae’s other self smiled, slowly pulling her glistening fingers free, admiring the sheen of womanly nectar upon them. The succubus held her fingers over her open mouth, her long tongue extending to catch the drops of fluid as they dribbled from her digits. Finding the tangy flavor to her liking, the dream twin sucked her fingers clean, savoring every bit of honey with a muffled moan of approval. As Shantae laid there watching the succubus’ display, her double turned to her with a wicked gleam in her eyes, her body lowering to the bed as she climbed on top of the panting half-genie. "We’re not done yet." The succubus slid a sharp fingernail down the black panties she wore, the cloth slicing neatly in two to expose pale skin beneath. In the moonlight, the dream girl’s arousal was obvious from the sheen of her thighs and the glistening of her slit. The double hoisted one of Shantae’s legs up, holding it against her body as she lowered herself until their loins met, making the both of them gasp as their wet gashes slid over one another. The other Shantae’s mouth hung open drunkenly, eyes fluttering as she languidly rolled her hips, savoring the delicious friction. “Aah, it’s been too long,” she moaned lustily, tongue tracing her lips. Shantae could only grunt in reply, her brain still struggling to make sense of what was happening to her. The dusky girl leaned up on her elbows, watching as their lower mouths kissed wantonly with each slow circle the succubus' hips made. Little lights danced before Shantae's blue eyes as her pussy sang. "I've ... I've never felt anything like this," Shantae gasped, sweat beading over her dusky skin. Her double said nothing, merely grinning as she hugged the half-genie's leg to her chest, licking and biting Shantae's toes as they ground together. The paler twin wrapped a hand around Shantae's hips, pulling the half-genie's body back against the grinding motions of her pelvis. Wet and lewd noises grew louder where their bodies met, adding to the quiet concerto of heavy breathing and feminine moans that were filling the cabin. "I'm ... I'm close!" Shantae bleated, her glassy blue eyes still locked on where her bronze pussy met the other's pale one. "Me too," panted the succubus. Her eyes were shut tightly, brow furrowed and teeth clenched as she thrust harder. "Let's cum together! Together!" They both cried out as one, juices gushing between them like a dam bursting as their glistening bodies shook in the brilliant moonlight. The two women remained locked together, nearly-still but for the shaking of their climaxing forms. After what seemed like an eternity, the double fell atop Shantae, the two of them panting in a sweaty embrace. Their eyes met, and moments later their lips followed. As Shantae suckled her twin’s tongue, she could hear the succubus’ voice in her mind. Let me help you. The succubus’ lips lightly traced a path from Shantae’s lips to her cheek, from her cheek to her chin, from her chin to her neck. It was there that the dream girl’s path was obstructed by Risky’s brass collar. With a glare, the succubus snatched the offending object from Shantae’s neck as though it were no more than a piece of cloth. The brass rattled pitifully in complaint as it clattered to the floor, forgotten. We can be so much more together. The succubus ran her tongue slowly up the half-genie’s throat. Shantae moaned, her arms around her double’s shoulders, her hips bucking upwards as their legs entwined, desperate to renew the intimate contact of only moments ago. Just let me take control. Let me bear this burden, while you sleep here, safe... Shantae tensed as she felt the succubus’ breath, her neck itching as it anticipated contact. Shantae knew what was going to happen. She wanted it to happen. She bared her throat, nails dragging across her double’s alabaster skin. Give yourself to me, and I’ll keep you safe from Risky. Shantae gasped as she felt lips against her skin. You’ll be mine, and mine alone. Shantae arched her back, moaning as she felt twin points press against her neck. “Yesss,” she hissed, awaiting that singular moment of sharp pain that promised even more pleasure to come. It never came. *** Shantae blinked, groaning. The teenaged half-genie felt groggy and weak, her body weighing down upon her like it was made of lead. A thick funk of sweat and sexual fluids hung in the air. Light, bright and agonizing, rained down like piercing arrows, making Shantae squint. She raised a hand to block out the offending rays, her surroundings slowly coming into focus. Risky’s cabin was still there, though no longer ethereal and strange. Shantae was laying on her belly, still upon Risky’s bed. The sheets were an absolute mess: tossed about, half pulled-out, and saturated with a variety of now-dried fluids. The cloth stuck to Shantae’s body in some places, but any disgust she felt from that was second next to the patches of caked semen that had turned crusty on the half-genie’s skin. A wave of nausea twisted in Shantae’s belly, and the stink of sex did nothing to ease it. Shantae slowly sat up, her body protesting with a dozen little aches and pains. Looking around, she saw no sign of Risky ... nor any sign of her other self. A dream? she mused. As she shifted on the bed, she felt wetness between her thighs. She was drenched and dripping, a sizeable puddle of fresh cunny juice soaked into the sheets where she’d been laying. Shantae reached down, touching herself as though unwilling to acknowledge what she saw was real. She flinched when her fingers slid against her pussy; she was still tender. That part of last night had been no dream. Movement across from her caught Shantae’s eyes, and she found herself looking into the full-length mirror across from the bed. The half-genie was a fright. Her long and silky purple hair was matted and disheveled, hanging in clumps where Risky’s semen had dried. The bruises on her tawny skin had, thankfully, faded from dark purple to a less-noticeable yellow, but they were still numerous alongside the pink welts and red bite marks. Her pretty blue eyes had dark bags, making them look sunken and dull. Risky’s brass collar was still clasped tightly around her neck, sunlight glinting off the metal mockingly. Shantae sighed, flopping onto her back. Even she had to admit that she looked pathetic. What’s going to happen to me? she wondered. Shantae could feel the boat rocking; clearly they were at sea. That meant Risky couldn’t have gone far. The pirate would be back sooner or later, and then... Shantae shivered, her hand protectively covering her sex. She wasn’t sure she could take another night in Risky’s bed. Already she’d been tempted to give in the the pirate, and the thought of being her play thing once more... Shantae felt ill again, her other hand going to her stomach. A chill went through her body for a moment as she considered what that meant, but she forced herself to be calm. There’s no way, she rationalized. It’s not possible. Not so quickly. It’s not even the right time for me... But how much longer would that be true? Risky made it clear that she fully-intended to use Shantae’s body in every way she could. If she was telling the truth about being ... potent ... then it would only be a matter of time. Shantae curled up on her side, shivering. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be a slave. She didn’t want to be raped over and over. She didn’t want to have to carry Risky’s child! And yet, even as she thought that, Shantae could feel the wetness on her fingers between her legs. While her mind balked at the notion, her body was all but ready to service Risky in whatever fashion she wanted. Maybe Risky was right ... maybe her body had already accepted the pirate as its new master. Maybe the rest of her would follow soon enough, whether Shantae was willing or not. Shantae thought about her succubus self from her dream. She sat up, looking into the mirror again as she sat on her knees. The collar around her neck gleamed. Shantae reached a finger tentatively towards it. It got within an inch before a tiny bolt of magic leapt at her, stinging like a static shock. Shantae recoiled, but did not cry out. Her other self had been so certain, so confident that Risky couldn’t possibly defeat her. The details were starting to fade, but some of the succubus’ words still echoed in her memory. If she’s a part of me, Shantae mused, then ... doesn’t that mean I have her strength? If she’s so sure that she can resist Risky— Shantae held her head up. She felt stronger somehow. Her bruises and aches hurt a little less. —then so can I. I just have to endure this. For the sake of my friends ... and for myself. Shantae felt a little better. Risky had taken her by surprise, worn her down, sought to break her ... but she’d managed to hold on, hadn’t she? Shantae just had to keep strong until she found a chance to escape. Shantae just had to be patient. The door to the cabin swung open, startling the young half-genie. “Oh, you’re awake? Good, I was thinking I’d been too rough on you.” Risky sauntered into the cabin, shutting the door behind her. The pirate captain loomed over Shantae, as imposing as ever, clad in her full privateer regalia. Her lipsticked smile was full and venomous, and though Shantae met her gaze without flinching, the genie girl had to fight to keep from staring at the bulge in Risky’s pants that she knew was growing larger by the moment. Risky wasted no time removing her belt and opening her pants. Her manhood, as fat and long and impressive as ever, flopped into view only inches away from Shantae as she sat on the bed. “Good morning, cabin girl,” Risky murmured. Shantae stared at the limp log of flesh for a moment, then looked back up at Risky. The pirate raised an eyebrow as Shantae bowed. “Good morning, Captain,” Shantae replied demurely. She took Risky in her hand, pumping experimentally. Shantae watched, feeling her mouth suddenly become dry as the flesh thickened and hardened in her grasp. Without thinking, she licked her lips. I just have to be patient, Shantae repeated to herself as her mouth closed around the fat knob of Risky’s cock. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing. Her eyes rolled as the familiar taste spread across her tongue, and she added, and I have to be strong. *** Glittering eyes watched Shantae with a thin smile. She had to be patient, too.

Chapter 3 - The Beasts of an Elf

“Ah, Thero’shan. There you are, I have been searching for you for days.” A tall, elvish figure spoke out gruffly. With a sigh, he continued. “I fear that you spend too much time with beasts, Shaythis. It can lead you down a dangerous path.” The man was seemingly disregarded by the girl he was addressing. A bored and nonchalant expression crossed her face as she reclined against two impressively large frostsabers, Neis’ta and Ygos’ta respectively. “Shan’do Sagebough, you always harp on me about this dangerous path I walk. ‘Oh, you’ll lose your mind and become more beast than elf!’ You always yell whenever you find me bonding with my new family.” The gaunt elf mumbled. “It was you who even showed me this path.” With an irritated grumble the elderly druid stepped forward to grab his Thero by her cloak and pull her up to her feet and away from her frostsaber ‘family’. “Listen here, I found you dashing through the forests blind as a damned bat! You attacked everything that you came across… Including me!” He shoved her back a few paces. “And ever since I started training you, you’ve just become more and more wild. More uncontrollable! You lack balance, Shaythis!” Shaythis recoiled from the shove, letting out a low and beastial growl. “Balance? Shan’do all you’ve gone on about is balance! You’ve yet to teach me anything useful! It is all, respect the wilds this, listen to their call that! You’ve preached how to live in the woods, and went on about things that I already fucking know! You act as if I am some inexperienced child, a novice who has not lived amongst the land for thousands of years!” with a snarl, the blindfolded druidess in training stepped forward to return the shove against her Shan’do, forcing him back with a surprising amount of force and toppling him over onto his back. “Do you know what the wild’s tell me, Nedris?” she snapped, as the two hulking sabers prowl forward to stand protectively in front of their surrogate child, a low grumble in each of their throats as a warning to the man. “What is it that you hear then, Shaythis?” Nedris questioned with a raised brow from his position upon the snowy ground. As she planted her heels into the frozen earth and squatted down behind her overprotective ‘parents’ she retorted in a sharp tongue. “They tell me that you know nothing, they can show me the way faster and better than you can. They’ve granted me the vision to know this to be true, that you are nothing but a senile old fool.” Nedris took in a deep breath as he slowly rose up to stare down at his Thero’shan. “It was against the advice of the others that I took you in as my student. They warned me that you were unstable when I had brought you to the glade. But I insisted that I could help you, that you could be helpful to our cause. The potential you showed in your ability to survive and thrive on your own with such a disability.” He gestured to her blindfold, more for his own satisfaction rather than hoping that she’d see his motion. With an adjustment of the darkened knuckle claws that sat atop his hands her stared her down. “I would advise rethinking your next action, Shaythis. I have walked this path thrice the length of your entire life, and I still have my eyes intact.” he snorted, showing no qualms in returning the acidic remarks to her. “Now come along, we’ve some more lessons to go over today. By my count, a week's worth!” he chortled, stepping closer to his student to grab her by the cloak and tug her along down the snowy path. “Must that damned cloak be the only thing you wear, girl?” he huffed in clear displeasure at her apparent lack of clothing, save for the heavy cloth cloak that encompassed her body and a loose slash that held a small feline carving underneath. “Considering that it is all that I have left, Shan’do. Yes, the weather does not bother me though, as my family has done well to keep me warm.” she replied in a far less hostile tone, stumbling along  the frostbitten path she was being lead down. As the pair walked several miles down the path, Nedris glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “I dislike how those two follow us. It is not natural for frostsabers to wander this far away from their hunting grounds. I know not how you did it, but such a sight greatly disturbs me Shaythis.” “An’da and Min’da shouldn’t concern you, Shan’do. They merely wish to see to my safety… They’re curious, that is all.” she cooed, offering a wave of her hand back towards the two colossal beasts that followed in their footsteps, taking care as to not walk directly on the path, nor be too close to the two elves. Eventually Nedris and his student, Shaythis would make their way to a frozen waterfall at the other end of Winterspring; the land of eternal frost. “Alright, Shaythis. Like we’ve done countless times I want to see how far up these falls you can get before slipping down.” he pointed up the steep, unforgiving slope of Hyjal. And with a sigh, the girl would let the large cloak fall free from her body, exposing her bare to the frigid environment. Her body was riddled with countless scars with the most noticeable being the three large gouges on her right side from where she had been clawed by a Frostsaber. As she flexed her slowly deteriorating form, the olive green, thorny vines that encompassed her body as a extensive and intricate web of tattoos seemed to writhe about. A snarl left her lips before she dashed off towards the falls, bounding up the slick ground and digging her nails into the permafrost and black ice. With loud breaths she scaled up to the actual mountain side where she went about pressing her naked body against it to begin clambering up the cliff face. “Shaythis! Watch out for the-!” Nedris called out to try and warn her of a buildup of snow that hung several inches away from any solid rock, but by the time he managed the words her hand had grasped onto it and caused the snow to break apart, toppling the elf several feet down the mountain until she crashed hard into the frozen fall and slid down. “Thero’shan!” he cried out again as he rushed to his pupil’s side and held her up in his lap, draping her with the cloak. With a long prayer muttered, the old druid’s hands flashed green, grass and flowers sprouted amongst the earth to be consumed by the cold as he channeled his essence into healing his student’s injuries. Such a spell would leave him drained and out of energy as his student came back to consciousness and turned her head towards him. “I didn’t need your help, Shan’do.” she muttered, pushing herself off and away from Nedris and casting the cloak aside. “That is your problem, Shaythis. You think that you can do everything on your own, you refuse to take any form of assistance from others and that is a bad mindset to have. I do not know if it stems from your recent loss, or if it is something that runs much deeper but this behavior needs to stop.” A low snarl left the blind elf as she snapped back towards her Shan’do, baring her recently sharpened teeth. A feature that caught Nedris with a gasp of worry and confusion. Unsure if she had filed away her front teeth down to points or if such a change occurred through magic.  “Thero’shan….” he muttered out, still in shock at the sight. With a deep breath, Nedris calmed himself. Resolve forming in his body as he took a single step forward. “I am sorry, Shaythis. I have failed you.” “Failed? /Shan’do/ you have not failed me, you’ve shown me the path!” she thrust her arms out to each side, exclaiming. “If it was not for you, I would still be blind and afraid! You made me what I am today, Shan’do and for that I should thank you.” Her words boomed out over the frozen landscape as Nedris kept walking forward, one hand hiding behind his back. Closing the distance he’d place one hand on his blind students shoulder to inform her of his close presence. As the ancient elf’s hand placed itself against Shaythis’ bare shoulder, a blood curdling snarl echoed through the trees. The two frostsabers that had been following them began dashing forth, swiftly closing the distance! In a flash, there was the wet sound of knife piercing flesh. In that flash, two bodies hit the now blood stained snow with a thud. “MIN’DA!” she shouted in a surprised rage. The female frostsaber, Neis’ta… ‘Min’da or Mother’ as Shaythis would call her lay on top of Nedris. Her massive body and weight forcing the wind out of the old man’s lungs. His ribs cracked from the force of impact, collar bone fractured by the dagger like claws pressing into his shoulders. The massive fangs mere centimeters away from the man’s shocked face. The dying eye’s of the cat were the last thing that Nedris would see before the world before him went black. A skull cracking ‘Thwap!’  The tree branch crashed so hard against the man’s forehead that the wood splintered and cracked. With scrambling feet, Shaythis moved away from the face of her unconscious mentor and to the side of Neis’ta. “Shhh.” she cooed as she pushed her surrogate mother off of her teacher and his blade. Her hand moved to press against the cat’s deep wound, her body trembled. Blood, there was so much blood. Wet, warm blood. Pooling in the snow, staining the fur, covering her hand and bare body as she shifted to press herself against Neis’ta. The druidess’ hands flashed a bright, natural green several times over the next few minutes as she tried desperately to save her companion. “Min’da… No.” She cried out, sobbing tearless cries as she tried first calling out to the wilds to help her save the cat, then she tried forcing them, bending them to her will in vain. But the forests would not respond to her pleas, only greeting her with the deafening silence. Ignoring her, in her most desperate time. “AAAAAAGH!” she roared into the night sky, bringing her blood soaked hands up to her face. Her nails dug into the flesh as she pulled down, mixing her purple tinged blood with the red from the great beast’s before her. Streams of this dark mixture fell from her face as bloody tears now fell from her recently, reinjured eyes. Her grief and despair turned into a blind rage. The voice that once told her to survive resurfaced in her mind. This time it spoke to her in a darker tone. “It is not your place to heal, no it is your place to take vengeance. Exact upon them the pain they’ve struck upon you… RIP AND TEAR!” it barked out, a demon entirely fabricated by her broken mind commanded. “I will guide you.” it reassured the girl. “No!” Shaythis snapped her head in the direction of the other saber. “He doesn't deserve such a fate, An’da.” she snarled. Ygos’ta in turn, ceased his motion of preparing to bite the head off of Nedris for killing his mate, a growl of protest rumbled from his throat before he slinked back in understanding and agreement. “You will have your time, An’da.” She sickly cooed, forcing herself up and away from Neis’ta and shambling towards her unconscious shan’do. Falling to her knees before him, she placed her hands upon the man and felt around, searching for not only the knives he bore, but anything else that she could use. From his hands, she pulled away leather, fingerless gloves. On top of them, each sat a dull moonsteel disk, three curved claws protruding from the leading edge. After sliding them onto her own hands she tore away the fur kilt he wore. His belt with various pouches would suit her nicely, herbs and other supplies to hold her through the rest of the winter. His leather wrappings of boots, easily refitted by rewrapping everything as well. Eventually the man was naked on the snow and her time for revenge would be upon both of them. With the time passing quickly as she set up, her Shan’do would begin to stir and awaken. At the outside of his knees, pressed right up against the flesh stood stakes. Buried deep within the ground so they would not budge. His wrists tied off with sharp briar to more stakes. Testing his bonds, Nedris tried to wiggle about, back and forth. His legs painfully stretched against the stakes at his knees with two more stakes down at the inside of his ankles. “Shaythis! Let me go, this instant! You’re making a grave mistake.” he hissed as he continued to struggle about until a sickening crunch filled his ears. A short yelp left the man’s throat before being snuffed out by the spew of bile that had risen as a result of the sudden and insurmountable pain that overcame him from the snapping of his knee. The joint, forced outwards to the side against the stake twitched uncontrollably, the leg, only attached by flesh, found itself at a near right angle around the stake from its breakage. “Oh yes, Shan’do! I just love to feel you squirm… Does it hurt?” She hissed before dashing her hand upwards, claws first towards Nedris’ groin. Nails roughly digging into the grundle before ripping forward and effectively hand scooping out his genitals in short, jerky movements. “Good, I am glad it hurts.” She hissed after she finished the scooping motion, harshly throwing her handful towards a nearby tree. There was a splatter, and a squish before the sounds of a beast eating meat came out, masked by the ear splitting screams of agony. Ygos’ta growled and snarled as he devoured the scraps that were thrown to him, perhaps himself reveling in the cruel revenge, or simply being a beast of instinct. “Enjoy An’da.” the blind elf hissed out towards the large frostsaber before moving forward on Nedris’ body, her hand extending up to cusp his jaw. Clawed fingers jabbed inward, her pointed hand extending under his chin and poking out of his mouth. “A quick death does not befit you, do’rodne” The elf growled, yanking her hand back to the sickening ripping and popping noise of Nedris’ jaw being pulled out of joint, the muscle and tendon being shredded and the lower half of his face being held on only by skin. A snarl left Shay’s gullet as she continued to yank and pull on her Shan’do’s dislocated jaw, at this point the man had all but passed out, or expired. With this realization, Shaythis gave off an irritated roar and lunged back. Her master’s jaw still in hand as she recoiled, stomping a foot down on his throat, the jaw released from its body and ripped forward with a wet, scritching sound as excess flesh came with it. What remained of Nedris’ tongue flopped about, having been torn in half from the removal of his jaw. Another piece discarded to the ground. “I curse you to never find peace in the afterlife, Nedris. May you walk this land forevermore, lost, confused and as angry as I. May you share my pain and my sorrow. My rage, my loss and with my damnation I will seek to damn you.” The elf’s damning words seemed to haunt the frozen wastes, her curse taking hold amongst the wailing winds and whipping snow blasts. With a blizzard seeming to pick up in response to her hatred, the land itself matching her feeling as she disappeared into the snowdrift. Ygos’ta trailing behind. Nedris’ jaw seeming to have vanished with the pair while the rest of his mutilated body was left for the scavengers to claim.

Chapter 1 - The Darkness of Ashenvale

“To arms Sisters!” An adorned, pale elf cried out raising up her sword in one hand as if to thrust into the sky itself. With her call to battle, a small rag tag band of Sentinels readied themselves, thrusting countless barbed arrows into their quivers and into loops on their bows before forming up at their Huntress’ side. One elf stepped forward, no she was pulled by a series of several ropes that she held tightly in both hands. Loud snarling escaped the other ends of these lines, as the wolves bayed and barked their eagerness for the hunt, a tactic that their foe was apparently all too familiar with. Loud growls followed the elf and her pack of dogs as another came forth with a line of boars, brought up from the now desert wasteland that has come to be called the Barrens.  “We will meet the rest of the Snowblades just down the road!” The huntress called out, straddling her great, white saber and resting the blade in its hold at the beast’s side. Her bow drawn she took forth a heavy blazing arrow and shot it up into the night. “Make haste sisters! We must move!” she called again before urging the saber onwards, her half of the unit following in suit with the beasts of war as they charged to connect with their allies for the attack. The passage through the dense forests felt as if it were hours, the only sound for miles were that of the charging force pushing forward to a clearing in the trees only to find that the battle had taken place already. Corpses both hulking and green and slender and purple lined the floor, fire raged and broken weaponry littered the field. Crows and other carrion birds flocked the scene, drawn to the sounds of battle, they pecked and tore away small bits of flesh from both sides, feasting until their bellies would surely explode. “DEMONS!” A green haired elf stepped forward, claw marked face showing hatred and anger in her eyes as she scanned the carnage before her. She was younger than the rest of her cadre, but by no means was she a child or inexperienced in battle, as much as the others would treat her as such. Before the huntress could cut her off and stop her from being foolish, the green haired Elf dashed forward onto the battlefield, searching helplessly. The others began to move after her, before the Huntress raised her hand. “No.” she spoke sternly, watching as the insubordinate, green haired elf seemed to find what she was looking for as she dropped to her knees and let out an ear splitting shriek, scattering the crows and startling even the Huntress’ ancient and most loyal saber. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It rang out, breaking the silence that not even the crows would dare break. The elf cradled in her arms another. Her body broken and smashed, innards sat out strewn across the grass, forever staining it a dark purple. Part of an amulet sat around her neck, attached by a long black strip of cloth, half a medallion carved from Moonsteel, it bore a simple image of a waxing moon. Its other half dangled by a chain from the Green haired elf’s own neck. Her sobs filled the air, betraying not only her grief but an insurmountable rage, a burning lust of death and a madness that could not be controlled. Even as the rest of the war party approached, each placing their hand on the elf. “Sister.” One spoke out, trying to comfort her companion to no avail. “We must press on.” The huntress spoke in a solemn tone, taking no pleasure in her command. With a begrudging grunt the Snowblades formed back up and prepared to head out, save for the green haired Elf who was too busy in collecting her fallen friend’s amulet and weapon. She strung the black cloth over her neck and picked up the blade. Slowly walking towards the others, dragging her feet through the dirt as she did. With an unresting haste, the group traveled through the dense brush and heavy trees for several days and nights until they came upon a small orcish camp. The group hid themselves in the bushes and observed the camp, drawing it out in the dirt from what they could safely make out. “We strike them in the dead of night, when they sleep. Move fast and only strike once, they musn’t rally.” The huntress spoke with a matter of fact tone. “We start by unleashing the boars, they will sweep through and cause a distraction, raise the camp into chaos, and then the wolves. They will rip and tear any green skinned beast they come across. Finally alongside the Sabers we will strike, the camp will be in a daze and confusion. There must be no hesitation. Unleash a torrent of fire upon them and release the children of Agamaggan.” She made her way back to prepare the pitch that would be used for their fire arrows as the beasts were quietly brought in, or at least quiet enough that the noisy orcs, celebrating their victory would not notice. Soon nightfall came around, with the Mother Moon high in the sky looking down upon her daughters the fire rained onto the tents. The arrows let loose and the camp set ablaze! The swine dashed through the camp, trampling the Orc’s supplies, gorging themselves and goring anything that moved, the heat and light of the flames drove them mad, in an adrenaline frenzy that was overshadowed by the baying howls and vicious snarls of the wolves coming in, they lept onto the confused orcs, biting into their throats and ripping asunder flesh and bone. The strike was quick, hard and unseen. The Snowblades moved in, their swords tearing into the flesh with an emotionless calculation of battle. Having fallen behind, haunted by the memories with her friend, and the time they served together, the Green Haired Elf met the camp and saw the fight taking place. Upon seeing the Orcs, her blood boiled, all sense was lost as she dashed in wildly, slashing her friends blade all around at the green skinned invaders. Screams of rage filled the air as she sliced, bashed, stabbed and maimed just about everything in sight. “Shadowgrove!” the Huntress called out at the berserk sentinel with no luck. She was lost, consumed by a madness that seemed to have snapped her mind. Leaving her nothing more than an uncontrolled beast. With the sounds of battle, came the pounding of drums as one Orc stepped out above the rest into the tides of war. A massive banner on his back, cumbersome and fierce, it bore the depiction of a sword set alight against its red background. A top knot of white hair, and a stubbly beard joined the red beads around his neck. A putrid scent filled the air as his weapon set itself ablaze and he dashed into the fray with a guttural, repeating shout of. “Reth, Reth, Reth, Reth, Reth, Reth, rethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethrethreth RETH!” With each speeding repetition of the strange word, the flames appeared as if they grew brighter, hotter, leaving only the fire to be seen as the Orc danced through the elves, slicing them down, catching Shadowgrove’s attention in the meanwhile. She charged forward, yelling an unintelligible shout of her own as she smacked the orc’s back with her blade, creating barely a flesh wound. With a grunt the Orc spun around and slammed his arm into her stomach, launching the Elf back into a tree, as the Blademaster continued to twirl around the rest of the Snowblades. Some were killed instantly, others maimed and disfigured in a single stroke, and the orc seemed to care not as he tore apart their ranks. Turned their boars into sickly sweet smelling, burnt husks and drove the wolves off with one mighty roar. Soon the field was empty with the exception of the Orc and the stunned, enraged elf he had turned to face. “Daichagar” he spoke bluntly, gutturally. An unknown word, perhaps it was a taunt, or an insult upon Shadowgrove’s mother. The elf found herself drawn to follow the same motions as the Orc, deep down she felt as if she knew what he was saying, and what he was doing as he reapplied the pungent oil to his blade and set it alight again. Chanting a hymn to whatever foul gods he worshipped. But he did not attack, no he waited and watched as the Sentinel, somehow compelled to pray to Mother Moon and pour her water skin out over the blade she held as she did so. She would not speak, but found herself mimicking the same bow the Orc gave her before charging in at nigh blinding speeds. It was a one on one fight, a duel to this Orc. A test of not only his own skill and strength, but that of the Elf’s. Her blade clashed against his, not because she was skilled, but because this Blademaster was giving her the chance to fight. For she had drawn blood, even if it was a little. Enough for him to honor her with such a duel. Again, and again, and again their blades locked as she flailed wildly to try and keep up with the toying Orc, never gaining any ground against him for his skill with this weapon greatly outmatched her own, but never once losing a point to him either. He was not done, not yet. Their blades kept locking, and the Orc appeared as if he were purposefully giving her an opening to strike, but each time she went for it, the Blademaster would parry her weapon and send her tumbling forward. Only to wait for her to rise up and face him once again. The Orc was going to force her into his game for hours it felt, constantly toying with her and forcing her defense. That was until she got lucky, as if her blade were guided by Elune, it bit into the Orc’s side. Again doing barely but a scratch upon his toughened hide but it did draw out that darkened blood, tainted by the demons from Draenor. The Orc grinned, she had gotten her point in, and now he would show her his true strength. His blade met hers, and her weapon gave way, snapping like thunder from the sheer strength put against it. The Blademaster’s own followed through, it was shallow but devastating nonetheless as it caught her temple. The slanted point of the blade slid across her eyes and the bride of her nose, burning her flesh, ripping her skin and tearing open the silver orbs that now sizzled and cooked upon the edge of his blade. Shadowgrove fell to the ground, the broken hilt of her weapon fell away from her as she screamed in agony. Her pained yelps persisted even as she felt the heat of the Orc’s weapon against her chest and throat, she knew she was about to die. All it would take is just one gentle push and her misery was over. But no, the Orc just seemed to vanish as the Elf lost her conscious. Days passed until she would awaken in extreme amounts of pain. The once familiar forests of Ashenvale now all but dark to her. She did not know where she was, or who if anyone was around her. She called out, but heard no answer. Slowly the Sentinel pushed herself up and stumbled blindly through the forest. Praying that either the Orc would find her and finish her, or some beast would pick her off. Surely her sisters were dead, and she wished to join them. But she could not see any way to take her own life, she had no weapons. Her armor was torn to shreds from the fight, her gear left at the camp because she could not find it. What must have been days passed until she managed to slip and tumble down a small yet steep hill. She felt the compact dirt beneath her and knew she had found a path. Well used and likely still traveled, but before she could act to follow it, she felt a sharp pain in her face from the wound and its infection causing her to black out, her hand clutched around the black cloth that held her friend’s amulet. When the Green haired elf; Shadowgrove finally came to, she heard familiar voices. Elven voices, though of who in specific she could not identify, but she knew she was safe. At Least for now. Than a voice she could identify, Yl’sea, the Huntress that lead the Snowblades burst through the tent. “Shaythis! I thought you were-” She paused, her voice breaking as she stared down at the scar that ran from temple to temple. “Her wounds were heavily infected. Her eyes torn open, there was no saving them.” One of the elves that was charged in tending to her wounds spoke. “Sadly, we had to remove them.” The elf nodded firmly adding in the obvious truth. “She will never be able to join you in the field again, Huntress Winterblade, I am sorry but it is best that we try to move her someplace safe, this forest is no longer open to her it seems.” The elf let out a sigh and went back to tending Shaythis’ wounds, gently draping a cool, damp rag over her torn eyes. “I understand.” Yl’sea spoke softly, waving her hand towards the entrance of the tent. “Leave us, I wish to be alone with Shaythis for a little bit.” With a nod, the elves departed the tent to leave the Huntress alone with her fallen comrade. “Shaythis.” tears began to well up in Yl’sea’s eyes. “I.. I’m sorry.” she huffed, bringing a hand to rest on the girl’s shoulder while reciting a drawn out poem to the now blinded elf. Shaythis while being lucid, was barely able to do anything except for listen to the Huntress’ sorrowful song, a tale of love, loss and war. One that did not give any hope, but instead was mournful, a lesson of grief, and a plea for Elune’s comfort. Soon, days would pass and the Huntress Yl’sea would find herself personally escorting the caravan that held Shaythis out of the warzone, she was permitted to go only as far as the northern border before being passing off her escort to another cadre of elves in the area to finish the trek back up towards Moonglade a place so far barely touched by the war. As the caravan passed through the area that would soon be known as Felwood, they heard a familiar snarling. Wolves. These were not the beasts of Hyjal’s lower forest though, no they were Orcish worgs. It was an ambush! The caravan was swiftly overrun, the group charged with the protection of the caravan slain in a matter of moments, the priestess’ were next to fall. The cart carrying Shaythis and a few other injured elves was toppled over, spilling her onto the road and in a pile of corpses where she laid, barely conscious. Minutes turned to hours before the Blinded sentinel roused, she found herself on top of something firm, yet with a fleshy feel. Her hand patted around and she grazed what felt like teeth, not beast, or orc. No elf teeth. A gasp came over her as she bolted, her mind moving a million miles an hour, with no coherent thought aside from… Run. Her feet crashed against the ground harder than trees being felled. Each step was like a meteor slamming into the dirt as she moved away in a random direction. It wasn’t long before she admitted that she was indeed lost, a thought that brought her crashing down to her knees. This was her end and she would have to accept it. A hand reached up to her chest, clutching the two pendants together. Flashes of her past came, dancing across her darkened vision. To her they were clear as day, clearer even, a surreal sense overcame her as she saw her and her close friend dancing together in the snow, under the moonlight, aside a hot spring in her homeland. She remembered her friends, sisters. Those whom she held closest to her ever since she could remember. They helped raise her, and train her in archery, bladed combat, hunting and survival skills. Now she was defenseless, wearing scrap and on her own. Blind, cold and exposed. By now she was miles away from any potential war. But also miles away from any form of civilization. She was surrounded by the forests, a thought that both comforted her, and terrified her. She took solace deeper into her memories, flashing back the times in which her and her cadre faced down endless swarms of Silithid in the deserts of Silithus, Tanaris and even in the jungles of Un’goro. She not only remembered her mate. “Eyaena.” she muttered. Her hand squeezing ever tighter around that amulet. But she remembered the entirety of her sisters in the Snowblades. None of which she would ever see again, all of them likely slain in the war. Her mind flashed to when she first met Eyaena, and then to the time they froliced in the snows of Winterspring, dancing all the way up the slopes of Hyjal it seemed. Running wild and free through the forests, testing each other in their skills as survivalists. But not once leaving each other's side. A sharp pain tore the sentinel away from these fond memories, her heart ached and her fingers bled. Her mate was gone, now and forever to be separated.  As the sentinel sat there, crying tearless, soft sobs she felt something. It was a strange feeling, it felt as if it were in her, but all around her at the same time. It felt warm, distant and a tad foreboding. Was this her time, was it indeed her end? Was Elune finally calling the Sentinel over with open arms, telling her that her long vigil was over? No, it felt different. Primal. She heard her name dance across the winds, bestial snarls following suit. In her gut rose an urge, it was dark and untamed. A roar resounded in her head. Uttering the same two words as if they were complete statements. “No.” “Survive!” it repeated in her head over and over again. With an echoing roar Shaythis bolted, deeper into the forests. Her footsteps followed by the running of wolves and cats. A stampede of beasts accompanied her, unseen, unheard but she felt them. A wild run overcame her until her foot planted itself in something wet. It was water, she had found a forgotten stream! Quickly, the blind elf dropped to her knees in the cool, refreshing relief and filled her belly with the clean, crisp water. But it wasn’t enough, that dark feeling was back, and she began running again. Through the steam, up against its current until something brushed her ankle. Lightning reflexes came over her and she snatched up what ever touched her with her hand. A fish, thrashed about in her grasp until she brought it to her lips and bit in. Devouring it in seconds. For a few hours she would sit at this stream, resting. Getting used to her senses, and this dark feeling that urged her forward. A primal desire to survive. Soon, Shaythis would be running again. A few months had passed since she lost her way, and she felt that dark drive pushing her forward. She needed to feast, or she would starve, and she smelled something. It was musky, heavy. Something big enough to feed her for weeks. With a snarl she rushed forward, a long, thick rod of wood in her hand, crude point thrusted at her target. There was a yelp as the heavy mass of meat fell to the ground. She felt the warm blood spray across her face and felt its fur, its massive canines. A worg, a great black wolf, beasts of the Orcs so fierce that many would be right to fear them. To her, it was her prey, and where there is a worg, there was also most likely an Orc.

Chapter 5 - S1, EP5 - Rhea Ripley

Having stood watching the Tag Team Match between Jinny, Charlie Morgan, “Killer” Kelly & Toni Storm, I begin to exit the main arena. My mind was at a crossroads, I was starting to get feelings for Jinny, strong feelings but wasn’t sure if it was just a lust to fuck her again or something more. However now, without saying yes or even saying no, I had been invited up to Rhea Ripley’s hotel room and it seems like I’m in for a great night with the current NXT UK Women’s Champion. As I’m walking through the halls, with the event still going, politely nodding and saying “Hey” to various crew members and other wrestlers, I finally stop by a production crate and decide to take a seat and start thinking. However this time, my head was a little more clear and I had easily made my decision, I was going to take Rhea up on her offer, after all, who could say no to a smoking hot Aussie, with huge tits and a banging body. Now I just decided to sit around and wait until the tapings were over before making my way back to the hotel after all the wrestlers had. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * About an hour has passed since the NXT UK Tapings in Plymouth had finished, with the next set to take place in Liverpool in a months time. Not sure what I’ll do in that time, maybe head to a few Independent Shows across the country. However right now, all I’m thinking about is heading back to the hotel and going up to Room 216. As I head into the hotel, I notice that it’s pretty quiet, not too many fans around and most of the wrestlers are either eating, signing some autographs or back in their rooms. So, I decide to step into the lift and make my way up the floors, thankfully for me, I don’t encounter any other wrestlers, making this an easy journey. I manage to arrive on Level 2 before making my way along the corridor eventually finding the room marked 216. As I stand outside, I look around and see no one else around before knocking. “Come In, Door’s already Open”, I hear from the other side before walking inside. I walk in shutting the door behind me before turning around and walking into the middle room where I see Rhea Ripley sat on the bed in front of me, wearing just some casual clothes, different to what she was wearing earlier in the day at the NXT UK Tapings. Rhea then stands up and walks towards me with a smirk on her face. “Glad to see someone took me up on my offer, can’t say I blame you, from what I heard, you only dealt with a couple of little girls earlier, I guess you needed a real woman to end the day right huh.” Rhea grins as she says those words towards me. “Actually Rhea, if you must know, there was nothing wrong with Xia or Millie.” I say obviously defending both women, who I was able to have an amazing threesome with earlier in the day. “However, the chance to be with the NXT UK Women’s Champion, the chance to be able to fuck you and to see those tits in all their glory, I wasn’t going to turn down that chance Rhea. Besides, the show’s over now, you don’t need to be in character anymore do you.” I smirk, calling her bluff and knowing full well she heard from Jinny about me giving her the best fucking of her life. I also know that Rhea clearly wanted the same, after all, just like Xia earlier in the day, she went to find me, not the other way round. Rhea tries to keep to her on screen persona, however I can see her start to become a little more relaxed around as she looks me up and down. However as I’m still dressed in my suit, my body is pretty covered up, unlike Rhea, who is showing off her tits in the tight shirt she is wearing. “You’re right, I don’t need to be, maybe I want to be. Although, Jinny is clearly smitten with you, so maybe I wanted to get my piece before she snags you all to herself. In fact, I don’t see why we’re still waiting.” Rhea says before closing the gap between us and we begin to kiss, before eventually she slips her tongue inside of my mouth and we stand there making out in her hotel room. I continue making out with Rhea, both our tongues now wrestling with each other and I can tell that she’s trying to control it, although I’m more than happy to hold my own in this makeout session. As we are making out, I begin to move my hands behind the Aussie and slide them down her back before reaching her ass, which I begin to squeeze, feeling just how amazing it is. I continue to squeeze her ass with both hands, which starts to bring small moans from Rhea as we’re making out with each other until she eventually breaks the kiss. “I see someone couldn’t wait to get a feel of my ass huh, can’t say I blame you, unlike the women you’ve already fucked, mine is so much better. Although, I say we’re both still too overdressed, so come on then stud, show me what you got.” Rhea says before standing back and looking at me with a smirk. I then happily oblige and begin to remove my suit, removing my jacket and tie and then beginning to unbutton my shirt which starts to reveal my chest. As I’m doing this, I notice Rhea is really checking me out, obviously expecting me to have a good body, but not the body I have. Finally, after taking off my shirt, I remove my trousers leaving me stood in just my boxers. As I go to remove them, Rhea stops me. “Hold on there big boy, I think I want to do that. I mean after all, I’m the one who’s going to benefit from what’s in there right.” Rhea says before walking towards me again and grabbing the waistband of my boxers and pulling them down, revealing my large hardening cock hanging between my legs. Rhea looks down and licks her lips admiring it before gripping it her hand before stroking it, causing me to moan slightly. “Jinny wasn’t lying was she Lewis, in fact, I think she may have taken a few inches off. Either that or I just make you harder than Jinny does.” Rhea laughs with a wink, an obvious insult thrown at Jinny, one I’ll ignore. However as Rhea is stroking my cock, causing me to moan even more, I’m not gonna get angry, especially as I’ll be fucking her any minute. “You know Rhea, now you’re the one overdressed and if you think I get more hard looking at you, maybe show me what you have underneath your clothes to prove it.” I say now obviously calling her out on that earlier statement. Rhea doesn’t say a word, she gives my cock a few more strokes before nodding her head and stepping backwards. She then pulls her shirt off revealing her bra, which is straining to keep her tits in. Rhea then begins to unbutton her jeans, before pulling them down showing off a small thong she’s wearing that shows off her amazing ass that I was squeezing not too long ago. Then just as Rhea goes to remove her underwear, it’s my turn to stop her. “Actually Rhea, seeing as you removed my boxers, only fair I do the same with you.” I then approach the woman nicknamed “The Nightmare” and smirk as I reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor and I now get my first look at her huge tits as they bounce onto her chest. Rhea smirks knowing that my eyes are transfixed on them, before eventually I grip her thong, pulling it down and letting it fall to the floor where she kicks it away, leaving the amazingly sexy Aussie now also standing naked in front of me. I take a moment to admire her amazing body before reaching forward to start massaging her tits, feeling just how big they and noticing just how great they feel in my hands. Rhea moans slightly again as she looks at me, I then lean my head down and begin to lick her tits before focusing on her right nipple. I take it into my mouth and slowly start sucking on it, which makes Rhea moan even louder. As I’m sucking on her nipple, I then feel her hand once again grip my cock and start stroking it. “Mmmm damn Lewis, someone really couldn’t wait to see my tits huh.” Rhea says with a moan as she strokes my cock even more. I however don’t say a word and switch from her right nipple over to her left nipple, taking it into my mouth and start sucking on it. Rhea continues to moan as she strokes my cock as she slightly tilts her head back, clearly enjoying me sucking on her nipples. Eventually I lift my head and look at Rhea, before I can do anything, she makes out with me again and we tongue wrestle before she pulls back. “You know what, you’re already rock hard and my pussy is already wet. How about we skip all this foreplay and you fuck me right now.” Rhea smirks as she places my hand on her pussy, which I rub instantly feeling just how wet she is. “Well Rhea, if that’s what you want then that is absolutely fine with me. Now, get on the bed in whichever position you want and we’ll get on with it.” I then reply and watch as the sexy Aussie climbs onto the bed on all fours facing me, I see her huge tits hanging down and she winks at me. That’s my cue to get onto the bed and I get behind Rhea, where I have a fantastic view of her amazing ass. I then spread her asscheeks apart before guiding my cock into her extremely wet which causes us both to moan out. “Mmmmm fuck Rhea, you weren’t lying were you, this pussy is extremely wet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d been craving this since you earlier today at the tapings.” I say as I start to pump my cock into her pussy from behind and I now start to get into a good rhythm before picking up the pace as I fuck her watching as Rhea is starting to rock backwards and forwards while on her hands and knees on the bed. “Oh you have no idea, mmmmm ohhhh my god that cock feels so good in my pussy. Mmmmm let’s just say when I want someone to fuck me, I never take no for an answer.” Rhea replies as she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles while moaning out even louder as I continue to plow into her from behind. I’m now really starting to pick up the pace which is causing her to rock forward even more, which causes her tits to sway even more. I then get a firm grip on her waist to keep her still and start to go even harder and even deeper with my balls starting to slap louder against the back of her thighs. I can hear Rhea moaning even louder, obviously enjoying the fucking I’m giving her and knowing that she’s made the right decision to approach me earlier in the day. “Ohhhh my god Lewis, mmmm ohhhhh fuck that feels so good. Mmmmmmm damn I can feel you so fucking deep inside of me.” Rhea moans out loudly as she shuts her eyes and tilts her head back while remaining on all fours. “Ohhhh yea, mmmmm fuck Rhea, mmmm judging by how wet you’re still getting, someone really needed this didn’t they?” I ask with a smirk, not even expecting an answer from Rhea as I keep my hands gripped firmly onto the Aussie’s waist and begin to pound into her with even more force than before. Even with my tight grip, the force I’m using is still propelling her forward and causing her tits to rock back and forward even more and making her moan even louder and almost start to scream due to the pleasure she’s feeling from cock. “Mmmmmm ohhhhh just keep going Lewis, keep pounding me, hell pound me like a slut or better yet, pound me like you did Jinny or Kelly or those two young sluts earlier. Mmmmmm because any moment I’ll be cumming all over that massive cock of yours.” I’m not one to turn down a request like that, especially knowing that NXT UK’s Women’s Champion is now wanted to be fucked as hard and possible and I’m the one to do it. With that, I hold her even tighter and with all the force I can muster begin to hammer extremely hard and as deep as possible into her pussy from behind and continue to watch as she rocks forward. “OHHHHH OHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!” Rhea almost screams out loud enough for the entire hotel to hear before she starts to cum all over my cock. As I’m still pounding into her I can still feel her cumming on my cock, showing no signs of stopping. At this point, I’m not gonna stop until I know Rhea is completely finished. Rhea continues to cum all over my cock until she eventually stops and breathes extremely heavily as she remains on all fours with me still pounding into her. Rhea then turns around and looks at me and smirks before saying. “Mmmmm why don’t you pull out, let me suck that cock of yours, let me see just what I taste like.” Rhea winks and I do just as she wants as I pull out with my cock dripping wet due to her juices completely coating it. As I lean back on the bed with my cock pointing upwards, Rhea goes down between my legs and without hesitation takes it into her mouth and starts to suck on it. Rhea locks her eyes with mine and continues sucking on my cock, cleaning it of all her own juices as she bobs her head up and down. I reach forward running my fingers through her hair, keeping it out of her face and giving me a better view of her beautiful face as it goes up and down on my cock. “Mmmmmm fuck Rhea, mmmm looks like someone likes the taste of themselves. Mmmmmm ohhhh but you have one talented mouth, mmmmm damn that feels good.” I moan as I keep looking at Rhea as she brings her hands up to massage my balls while sucking on my cock. Rhea winks at me before managing to take my entire length down her throat and almost gag herself, however she manages to control herself before lifting her head back up to halfway. Rhea obviously isn’t fussed as she deep throats me yet again right down to my balls and this time gags extremely loud, “GAHHH GAHHH MMMM.” Before she eventually lifts her head back up to just the tip before bobbing her head as normal for a few more moments before she stops and looks at me. “I see someone is able to control when they cum huh, I guess that’s why those other sluts liked you so much, knowing how long you can go. Now, if I remember correctly, didn’t you fuck Jinny’s ass?” Rhea asks me with an obvious smirk knowing the answer. “Yea, I fucked her ass, she surprised me actually, rode my cock with her ass actually. Not even gonna lie, probably the best anal fucking I’ve had, she had a fantastic ass.” Due to my growing feelings for Jinny, even though I had Rhea in front of me, I’m not even gonna lie and say anything other than the truth. “I guess her ass is great, not as rounded as mine. So big boy, seeing as you haven’t came yet, how about you do so inside of my ass. Fuck my amazing better than you did Jinny, no I’m not riding, I’m bending over and you’re gonna destroy it.” Rhea says as she gets back up before walking over to a couch that’s in the room. Rhea then bends over the arm of the couch sticking her ass out. “Well what are you waiting for, why are still laying over there Lewis, come take what I clearly know you want.” Rhea says as reaches behind to spread her asscheeks wide open for me. That’s all I needed to see as I get over and walk over to Rhea, without any more hesitation I stand behind her and push my large cock inside of her asshole, which I can already feel is tight. With Rhea holding her asscheeks for me, I grab her waist and start to push even more inside of her. “Mmmmm well someone is tight, mmmmm looks like you just wanted me to stretch you out like I stretched out Jinny.” I smirk as she moans loudly feeling me continue pushing into her until my huge cock is now balls deep inside of her asshole. Now I’m fully inside her, I start to thrust forward giving her the anal fucking she craved. Hearing Rhea’s moans get louder and louder are making me go even harder while still being balls deep in her. Rhea goes to speak but is unable to, her tits are pressed against the couch’s arm and her mouth hangs open and all she can do is let out an even louder moan than before. Rhea just turns around to look at me and watch as my cock is going inside of her asshole, with my balls now slapping against her pussy. “OHHHHHHHH FUCK!!” Rhea moans as she keeps watching, unable to control herself as she starts to push back against me. “Mmmmmmm looks like someone is clearly an anal slut huh, either that or just craves my dick pounding into it. Mmmmmmm fuck, mmmmm well I’m loving this ass myself.” I smirk as I’m still holding onto her waist with both hands as I’m now really fucking her asshole even harder and going as deep as I can into her and I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to continue. However I keep going, knowing that Rhea wanted me to stretch her out and that’s just what I’m doing. “OHHHHHHH YES LEWIS!! POUND ME, FUCKING RUIN THAT ASSHOLE!!” Rhea screams at almost the top of her lungs while pushing back against me, which causes me to continue pounding her asshole with a great deal of speed and force. However now I know I’m close to cumming and filling her asshole up like she wanted. “Mmmmmmm fuck I’m close, mmmmm fuck any moment now Rhea.” I say as she looks back at me waiting for the load to be shot inside her. As I’m pounding, I start to get more erratic with how I’m fucking her until I shoot my load deep inside of her asshole. Rhea lets out a moan and a sigh as she feels it inside her. I then start to pull out of her asshole and then as I do, I shoot another large load all over her asscheeks. I stand smirking as I see how stretched her asshole is with my cum dripping from it, with cum all over it as well. Rhea is still bent over the armrest breathing heavily as I lean back against the wall catching my breath myself. “Mmmmm looks like you did the job I wanted you to Lewis, and you know what, I’ll go easier on a few of the girls, for now anyway.” Rhea says as she scoops up my cum from asscheeks and licks it from her fingers. “Well what can I say Rhea, I’m getting a reputation and I have to maintain it and that’s just what I did. If you ever want it again, hey, I’m more than happy to oblige.” I say as I head back to where all my clothes are. “I’ll bare that in mind Lewis, actually you can stay here tonight, it’s pretty late, we can share a bed. Besides, not like you’ve got any plans for the rest of the evening right.” Rhea says she cleans her asshole up before getting into bed, to which I shrug and follow. “You’re right, gotta say, that was one hell of a night Rhea.” We both smirk, knowing that we’ve just had an amazing night, we share no feelings for each other and were able to just fuck exactly how we both wanted to. We both fall asleep and as we do, my phone vibrates in my jacket pocket, as I’m already falling asleep, I decide to leave it. It’s probably not important, I’ll check in the morning.

Chapter 6 - Nari's Past, part iii

It was spring, and I was living in Spain at the time. I had a huge villa in the highlands of Aragon, not far Monte Perdido in the Pyrenees. The "lost mountain" had a name that appealed to me. I found so many who were lost and made them even more lost. I kept several Bearded Vultures I had raised from chicks. They didn't even need to be chained. They were drawn to me. Perdido Villa, as I chose to call it, was an unusual place in my life. I had been there for a few decades. I had never before stayed anywhere for more than a year. People heard of me, they avoided me. They couldn't harm me, of course, my goddess protected me. But it became hard to ensnare and destroy lovers. Truth be told, I had become somewhat lax on the mission my goddess had given me. I was comfortable living where I did. I had servants – men who were more eunuch slaves than anything else, and all the pleasures I could imagine. Technology had advanced so far since my birth, and if I wanted something I would simply order it. With enough money it would be there in days. And I had plenty of that. I seduced every man who delivered goods, of course. I hadn't completely forgotten my purpose. But I think now that maybe my goddess had become frustrated with me. The sex drive I experience now is a recent thing. It is a curse from my goddess to drive me to my duties. On consideration, the libido may have always been there – sex had been an almost daily constant in my life for centuries. There had never been time to drive the urges up so high. I feel it is punishment for my behavior at Perdido Villa. That spring my sex drive started to accelerate. At first I didn't notice much. I would touch myself longer in the bath. A long, hot bath, often coupled with masturbation, was a part of my routine. Women will know what I mean. I relaxed in the warmth of the hot water, breathing in the scents and perfumes that flavored the bath – I enjoyed those quite a bit. They weren't intended to be aphrodisiacs,, but they had the same effect. Once I reached a certain state of relaxed consciousness, little things set me off. The gentle lapping of tiny ripples, tentatively tasting my nipples, for example. The slight pleasure it gave me urged me to shift my posture. I lay carefully, allowing just the areolas and nipples to be exposed to the open air. The soft movements of air currents quickly chilled and hardened the buds till they hardened, and soon the accidental caress of the bath water was not enough. I allowed my arms to lazily drift through the bath, my finger tips brushing my sides and ribs, trailing soft tickles on my skin, till finally they reached the mounds of my breasts. My touch became more firm, slowly squeezing the flesh, and creeping my breasts until they reached the most sensitive ridges. I pinched then, holding the tips tightly between my fingers, holding my response in until I gasped out from the sweet pain I gave myself. My need then grew more urgent, and my hips and bottom slid across the bottom of the tub, searching for a firm caress. It was not long before I needed a more direct approach. One hand continued teasing my nipples while the other slid down my flat belly till it reached the treasure between my legs. I rubbed, using the oils in the water as lubricant. I began with soft brushes, lightly tickling my clit with the tips of my fingers. But it was not enough for long. Soon I found myself rubbing my whole sex with one, then two, and three fingers. Faster, my arm's movement splashed the hot water out of the recessed tub and over the floor. I rocked my body to increase the sensation from my hand. Back and forth, up and down. I started quiet whimpers, little more than exhalations, which quickly grew in frequency and volume. Inarticulate words of prayer to the goddess of lust I worshipped and loved. Interspersed by begging "por favor," "s'il vous plait," "kudesai," "please" in every language I knew. Finally I could feel the crest of an orgasm coming. My back arched, forcing my crotch into my hand, and I continued to beg for the release. The wave began in my toes, crawling up my legs and into my core. From there, the pleasure raced to the end of every nerve in my body, exploding all at once as I gasped and wailed "I love you goddess!" More often than not, at least one eunuch attended me, standing nearby in my bath. Tall, muscular, and utterly unable to either pleasure me or himself. As my orgasm receded, slowed in its departure as I continued rubbing and pinching, I found my slave and met his eyes. They were filled with shame, jealousy, and desperation. And I laughed. Masturbating in the bath was not new. But I started to notice that the need to touch myself came much sooner, and the climaxes less… fulfilling. I started to use props. I kept various sex toys, of course. I started keeping them in the bath. I even made one of my slaves wear a strap-on and fuck me, alternating between my pussy and my ass. I would cum, but then I would still need something else. The slaves sometimes wept when they had to do this, upset that they couldn't use their own manhood to pleasure me. One even hanged himself over it. But there was nothing desperate in that. A woman can fuck herself all day. It's not a terrible thing or a life altering moment. I began looking for victims again. There was a farming village nearby – quaint in those technological times, and I believe they were mostly Romani, clinging to ancient ways. The villagers were wary of me. I had left them mostly alone, so it wasn't for rational reasons they feared me – but because I was a stranger. If they knew me, they would know they had reason to fear. I rarely claimed the first candidate who came to me. In fact, I could usually rely on guidance from my goddess for which man I should choose. It came in the form of instincts. I would see a man, and there would be sudden knowledge in my mind that he was the one. And yes, it affected me too. I would want that man. It always pleased me to do the will of my goddess. I spent a few hours wandering the fields where men were at work. There is great sensuality in the work done by a man. When they laze about and avoid their tasks they become repugnant – though there can still be great pleasure in bedding such a man. But when a man labors, his muscles move, the skin flexes and shifts, his body magnifies itself, showing off its magnificence. I leaned on a fence and watched them work for some time, feeling the urges work themselves in my body. I wanted to have one of them for my own. But I refused to choose one yet. I wanted to luxuriate in the pleasure of desire. By late afternoon, however, I knew who it was to be. My eyes kept falling on one man, and I noticed his eyes on me more than once. He was not anything special. He had the dark eyes and hair so many of the local men had. His body was fit but not chiseled. Average height. But he was the one, and knowing that made the thrill of anticipation excite my nerves. When the other men left, he stayed behind, working on fixing on last section of fence. When they were gone, I slowly walked to him. He raised his eyes to watch me approach, and did a poor job of trying to hide his interest by glancing at the work he had claimed he had stayed to do. I let my grin emerge halfway, and I exaggerated the sway in my hips just slightly. I wore clothes not entirely unlike the villagers, though of fine make and material. A light tunic that hung loosely over my breasts, with a wide neckline. I wanted him to see what I offered. And to that effect I let the setting sun shine through the gauzy material, highlighting my silhouette. My skirt was also gauzy, but of a darker color than the tunic, showing less through the material. However, the skirt was not so loose, and though it came to my knees it was split nearly to my waist. I was certain he could see plenty of my thighs. I could feel my breath come heavier, and it was not from exertion – the blessings of my goddess had made me immune to that, even in those high altitudes. It was the anticipation, already building. I knew we would not make it back to my villa before I claimed him. When I was near, I could see the look in his eyes, in the waning daylight. Lust and desire, mixed with a healthy dose of nervousness and even fear. And to my surprise, there was even guilt there – even before we did anything. The guilt justified me. It wasn't always in my victims' eyes, though they always had something to be guilty for – many of them were past any feeling of regret. But when I saw the guilt, it caused a charge to run through me – another man who deserved the punishment I inflicted on him on behalf of my goddess. I felt my juices start to flow. My body wanted him. I came much closer than I needed to. Much closer than personal space demanded. Close enough that we could feel the heat of each other's skin. He set the wire clippers he'd been using to the side. "What are you doing?" I asked, as casually as I could with the lust that filled my voice. I squatted down to look closely at the fence he was fixing. I knew he would see down my tunic, and with my knees spread to the side, my skirt fell between my legs, serving as little more than a loin cloth. I was dressed, but I may as well have been naked for him. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. I knew he wanted me, but he didn't know how to act on his desire. I would have to help. "Come over here," I said quietly. "Tell me something about this post." It was a transparently false request. And an even worse entendre. But it work. He bent over and slipped between the long wires of the fence. When he stood next to me he asked "What post?" I was through waiting. I gently pinched the bulge in the front of his trousers. "This one," I said with a smile. He gasped and threw his head back. I took that as permission. Deftly I untied the belt and pulled his pants down. This was where he was clearly more than ordinary. His rod must have been ten inches. It was not the largest I had seen, but it was much larger than average. It was hard and erect already, and I wiped a drop of pre-cum off the tip with my finger. I watched his member bounce slightly from my contact as I sucked his seed from my finger. "It's gorgeous," I whispered. He looked down at me, his face reddening. A small smile was on his lips. I smiled back at him and reached my hands forward to touch him. I skimmed the fingers of one hand over his shaft, the other caressed the insides of his thighs. Up and down his length, over the top, the bottom, the sides. I wanted to know ever molecule of this man's cock. His breath steadily grew shorter and faster. I placed my hand on his sack, gently fondling his balls. When I felt them contract slightly, I let go. "Not yet," I said, shaking my head. He looked at me with pleading in his eyes. I gazed into his dark eyes steadily as I slowly removed my tunic. Hesitantly, he took hold, one hand on each breast. His fingers were rough and calloused, but gentle. I moaned just loud enough for him to hear as he squeezed each one. I closed my eyes and breathed out my pleasure, reaching once again for his member. I knew he wouldn't last long, so I grasped the root of his cock and pulled him into my mouth. I won't pretend it was easy to take him in, but one doesn't fuck as many men as I had for as many years as I had without picking up a few skills. I knew exactly how to fit his full length in. My first pass was simply to engulf his head in my lips. I pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, letting him just to the back of my mouth. Then I pulled back one more time, and dove forward, taking his whole cock in my mouth, feeling his head penetrate into my throat. I worked my tongue over the sensitive underside of his shaft. He groaned loudly and released my breasts, which would have made me pout if my mouth were not full. Then I felt his fingers comb into my hair, holding my head steady. Then he started thrusting. I didn't need to do anything but control my gag reflex as he fucked my mouth. In and out, hard and fast, the tip of his cock pushing roughly into my throat and back out, quickly. It was not long before he gave a final, athletic thrust, his cock going deeper than even I thought it could go. I felt his member flex and spasm as his seed spurted straight into my stomach. I dutifully swallowed every drop. He froze in that position for a moment, until I felt his hands relax their grasp slightly. I took that as my cue to take over again. I bobbed my head forward and back, not taking him as deep as he had pushed, but keeping the rhythm. He softened slowly for a bit, and moments later began to harden again. I pulled him out, smiling. "My turn," I said. He looked confused for a moment, but I pulled his hand, gently directing him to lie in a soft spot on the ground. I rose slightly and threw my right leg over his body, then backed up till I was staring at his cock again. I lifted my skirt and covered his head. I heard him gasp again and I smiled. Whether he was surprised that I wore no underwear, or that I was completely hairless, or that I was already dripping with my own lubricant, I don't know. But his cock throbbed when I first settled my crotch over him. I didn't wait for him to act, but I thrust my pussy down on his face. He was in my thrall, and he would know what to do. And I wailed in pleasure as he showed me he did. His tongue frantically stroked my sensitive folds. He covered my whole slit with every lick, pushing the labia aside to find my clitoris and then slurping up past the my entrance, almost to my anus. My legs flexed involuntarily, holding his shoulders in place as I tried to acclimate myself to the intense feeling. Had it been so long? How had I given up the attention of a real man for so long? This was nothing like my masturbation in the tub. It was a thousand, no a million times greater. I rocked my body in sync with his licks, getting the most out of each pass. I had almost no control over any of my muscles as the tightness of the impending orgasm strengthened. I fell half forward, one hand on his thigh, holding my upper body's weight. The other hand I clench in a fist in my hair as I called on my goddess over and over at the top of my voice. If there was anyone within a half-mile of the field, they knew exactly what was going on. As I felt the front edge of the orgasm coming, I opened the fist in my hair and brought it down to wrap around his shaft. I began to pump furiously. I dipped down and took the tip of his head between my lips and I sucked, tickling it with my tongue. I hoped I could make him cum again with me. He groaned loudly into my sex and wrapped his arms around my legs, grasping my buttocks tightly. His tongue shot into my pussy hole. I moaned again, my lips vibrating on the head of his penis, which caused him to moan into me. All at once I felt my body tighten as far as it could go, every muscle in my body held tight. And then, release. At the same instant, his cocked throbbed again, shooting more semen into my mouth. I struggled to swallow it, but I couldn't, not with my own juices pouring out of my pussy all over his head. I swallowed some, but much of it dropped from my lips and slid down his shaft. When the last wave of orgasm finally receded, I collapsed. I lapped pathetically at the drops of cum within tongue's reach, but I didn't have the energy to do more. It had been years since I had an orgasm that incredible. I lay atop him and enjoyed the rise and fall of his chest against my belly. His fingers traced light trails over the backs of my thighs and my buttocks. He was the one to get energy first. After some time he started poking at my puckered hole with a finger, gently testing the give. I wanted to relax to let him in, but I was already as relaxed as I could get. He understood though, and in a few moments I felt his finger enter my back entrance. I sighed softly, blowing air out of my mouth. He was slow and gentle, his finger going in and out. I smiled as I thought about how much smaller his finger was than his penis. It was the thought of his organ that restored some of my vigor. I got up on my hands and knees again, not pulling too far away, so he would continue his ministrations. I used one hand to lightly tickle his belly, his inner thighs, his scrotum. That was what got him started. The skin of his sack tightened and his rod regained his hardness and size. In moments he was trying to push his hips up to my mouth again. "No." I said. He must have been surprised, because his pumping stopped. Fortunately his finger was inside, and I could still feel it lightly stretching the walls of my asshole. "No," I said softer. "I need you inside me now." I wiggled forward, reluctantly parting with his finger. When I was off of him I turned round, to see him sitting up. He grasped my hips and pulled me down to sit on his thighs. As I did I felt his throbbing member impale me. I grabbed his shoulders and threw my head back and cried out. "Oh Goddess!" I rolled my head back around, pressing my forehead against his, and tried to bump up and down to get movement. It was too difficult to move, though. But somehow he wiggled and shifted his hips forward and back in a way that his cock moved in and out. It wasn't pushing deep inside me, but the head of his penis rubbed right inside me, sliding against my G-spot with each movement. I didn't have to do anything, which was good because I really couldn't. I was powerless to move as he held my hips and moved in and out in a steady beat. I clenched and unclenched my hands on his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed me then. I tasted my sex on his mouth, and I pushed my tongue in to taste more. I was all over his tongue, all over inside him. Then he pushed my tongue back and put his into my mouth. His tongue thrusts matched the rhythm of his cock. It felt like he was fucking my whole body. I released a sighing groan with every single push into me, and the orgasm beast in my belly coiled, ready to spring again. But it was slow. A very slow burn. With every push into me I thought he would bring me over the edge and goad the animal to pounce. But each time I just felt it get tighter and tighter. Finally I outlasted him, and I could feel his semen splashing into me once more. With each thrust more of the liquid coating my insides. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that it was almost over but also knowing that his cum increased my pleasure. And suddenly, it was enough. I dug my fingernails into his skin as the orgasm ripped through every nerve in body again and again. The animal leaped and wrestled its prey. It was an eternity of bliss, like I had entered another universe and the only things were his cock and his semen. I collapsed against his body again, the orbs of my breasts pushing against the hard muscle in his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight. I looked out into the dark night that had fallen during our love making. I could see the life of the plants and the bugs, even in the light of the stars. My mind was so confused: never had I felt this way about anyone but my goddess. And certainly never a man. We made love again and again through the night, taking pleasure after pleasure hour upon hour. It was when dawn finally started to rise above the mountains that I finally rose and held him back. He wanted to return to my home with me, but I forbade him. I knew how it worked, and he would obey me now. He was mine – and the goddess's – forever now. But as I gathered my tunic and walked slowly up the road to my manor I looked back. As much pleasure as I had seducing my thralls, I had never wanted any of my victims to stay with me. But goddess knows how much I wanted this one to live with me. And it was my goddess knowing this that was my undoing.

Chapter 3 - Goddard

I'd never been with a woman like this before. Everything about her was sensual. She was hardly dressed to impress with those running shorts, but damn me if they didn't show off her perfectly shaped rump. I was as interested as I had been at the bar. More interested, in fact. The scent of her hair… it wasn't a fake scent from a shampoo. It smelled like a woman, but more powerful. Yes, the smell of sweat was faint in there, but if anything, it made my crotch strain even more. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in while she rubbed her butt on me. When I came it was three long bursts. It seemed all my muscles were paralyzed as my climax started. A long, single spurt that seemed to last seconds brought me the relief I'd been seeking for hours, then a second one, even longer, and I shut my eyes. My knees nearly gave out on me on the third burst, which lasted an eternity – I was locked in a moment of time in the middle of my climax. I wasn't sure if I was alive or dead, and if the latter, if I was in heaven or hell. During that instant the entire universe distilled down to my cock held between her ass cheeks. When it finally ended I felt weary from my shoulders to my feet. My vision was cloudy. I started to stand at east but Nari's hand urgently grabbed at my ass and pulled me closer. I obliged by pushing my hips forward, but I could feel myself getting softer. Then she shuddered and moaned. Had she just had an orgasm' I'd never been with a woman who came so easily. As she finally let me go I felt myself encouraging my cock to harden again. I wanted more from her. She wanted more too. "Ok, explanations can wait. We're getting started," she said, turning around. Ice and fire danced in her blue, blue eyes. Lust, passion, definitely not love. I was fine with that and I felt my loins stir again. A smile snuck onto my face. She grabbed my hand pulled me into a sitting room and stopped me in front of a couch. She whirled and knelt in front of me in one smooth motion, immediately working on the fasteners of my pants. She made short work of both slacks and underwear, yanking them to the floor. She stared at my semi-flaccid penis, still thick and heavy. (It always sounds like bragging to say it, but honestly, I'm pretty good sized. I've overheard girls talking about it since high school, and yes, I've compared in the locker room.) I could see Nari smile hungrily and lick her lips with just the tip of her tongue. And then she was licking me. My cum was still on my crotch and legs. After all, I'd shot it all out while still wearing my pants. Nari cleaned me up though. She started by sucking, licking it off my left thigh, then moved slowly upward. With each movement I felt a little bit harder. I almost cried out in loss when she finished my leg and started on the other, slowly making her way up the same way, slurping up all my semen as she went. She finished there and move to my sack. She had to shift positions so she could reach it, but she licked every bit of it. By the time she was done there my dick was fully engorged and throbbing, as if it were trying to find somewhere to bury itself on its own. Nari helped it out. She started by sucking from the side, working her way along the length. She gave a long, slow slurp up the bottom to catch everything there. I couldn't believe how incredible that was. My cock throbbing like a wild beast. I was afraid I would come early and spurt over her face. I wanted it to last. Finally, what I'd been hoping for since she knelt down. She pursed her lips and gently put them on the tip of the head. Then, oh so slowly, she widened as she took me into her mouth, her lips sliding down. In porn shows girls take big guys like me in their mouths and can take the whole length, suppressing their gag reflex and getting the tips of cocks into their throat. That sort of action takes practice – practice that most women don't bother to put in. Nari, on the other hand, was practiced. She didn't change pace at all, and soon my entire shaft was inside her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on it. I placed my hands gently on the sides of her head, caressing her cheeks. With one hand I ran my fingers through her hair – that mysterious, alluring blue hair. I got nearly as much thrill out of that touch as having my manhood in her mouth. Just as slowly as she'd taken me in, she pulled back, my length slowly becoming exposed. Then she started again. It was a new, exciting experience for me. I'd had blow jobs before, but usually girls try to get them done. Nari was savoring this. She drew out the experience. It was both torturous and heavenly. When she finally finished pulling back the second time, she closed her lips on the head and suckled it. I thought I might explode. But just before I came she opened her mouth and pushed me down on the couch. "Stay there," she said. Obedient, I stayed in place. I couldn't help notice my cock throbbing like it was going to run away at an instant's notice, however. Nari crawled over to a small end table and opened a drawer. She pulled out a bottle and set it on the arm of the couch. Then she rose again to her knees and took her shirt off. I froze yet again. Her breasts weren't gigantic, but I prefer them medium sized anyway. They were just larger than a handful, and while they hung, heavy looking, they didn't sag and sat high on her chest. Her nipples stood tall and proud. Her breasts were a perfect, porcelain white, the same tone as the rest of her skin. I reached forward and took one breast in hand, squeezing softly. With my other hand I took the opposite breast's nipple between my fingers and rolled it gently. Everything about her was perfect. Every time I saw a new part of her, or felt it, it was exactly the ideal I wanted. It's not any wonder that I wanted her at first sight. Nari pushed her hair back over her shoulders. "Hmm. You like them'" She opened the bottle – a lubricant – as she spoke. "Well, there's time for them later." She pushed my arms to the sides and moved closer. She used the bottle to put three drops on the back of my shaft, and then with agonizing slowness she carefully smeared it up and down. I threw my head back in ecstasy and closed my eyes. Then a few more drops, a long, careful caress to spread it. Then again, and again. When I looked up again she was lowering her head, and she gently sucked a drop of pre-cum off the end of my cock. Then one last drop and a smear over the most sensitive spot. I groaned in my throat as she did. When I was finally lubed she turned around and slid her shorts down over round, perfect, lily-white ass cheeks. When she dropped them on the floor, I could see her back side in all its glory. The little pink flower between her cheeks, the gorgeous, gentle folds of her pussy just barely in view. She had shaved all the way up, leaving just a small strip of blue hair above her sex. She dropped to all four and looked at me over her shoulder, the ice and fire of lust still in her eyes. "Now I want you in my ass," she said. I tried to show some grace as I hurried to oblige, but I'm sure it looked more like a scramble. Kneeling behind her I took another moment to enjoy the view. I traced a finger over each cheek, dropping low till I was just touching the wetness of her pussy. She grabbed my wrist from underneath. "Goddard," she said a bit more forcefully. "Get your cock into my ass right now." This time I didn't hesitate. Placing my hands on the back of her hips, I lined myself up with her back door and slowly pushed in. There was only minimal resistance, but still it pressed in on my shaft. She clearly liked things slow, so I tried to be slow, pushing deep and slow, then pausing just for an instant before rocking back to pull out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip inside her. My second thrust was just as slow, and as my hips pressed against her ass cheeks, I heard her groan. "Gods, you feel so big. I'm going to choke on your cock when it's all the way in." I smirked and felt my cock jump. It was like an animal, recognizing when it was praised. I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, slightly faster this time -- I was losing the patience to go slow. Then back, and in, out, forward. I had a leisurely rhythm going in no time. I sighed in pleasure. "It's so tight, but so welcoming." Nari giggled. "Of course, it loves your visitor. We want you to stay a long time." I kept it up for as long as I could. In and out, back and forth. Anal has always been more of a diversion than pleasure for me. I get a kick out of it, and of course it'll get me off. But I don't love it half so much and pushing into a soft, wet pussy. I don't know what it was, some special lube, something different about her body, or just because it was Nari, my sex goddess, but I was getting more out of this than any other girl I'd been with. I pushed in, my pace speeding up. I could feel the climax in my lower stomach, focusing and gathering in my member. In moments I was rocking my hips as fast as I could, pounding hard and deep, the slap of my hips against her bottom growing louder and closer together. Nari clearly didn't mind. Each time I pushed in I heard her moan. Every now and then I heard her murmur "more, faster." I was only too happy to do as she asked. I wanted to lean over and grab her tits again, but I didn't want to restrict my movement. Instead I traced my hands over her back, and rump, down her legs, and around the front. It felt so good, and I was about to cum, I wanted her to have that too. My hand moved up her leg, inside her thigh, searching for her pussy. "Uh, uh… n-... d-..." whatever she was saying was lost in a long wail of pleasure. I felt her juice splash out onto my legs. Just as I was feeling the final climax reach my tip I found the spot between her legs… And felt a penis there. "What the fuck'!" I shouted as I pulled out and scrambled back. My climax was there already, and cum shot out, in load after loaded, splatting on her ass and the backs of her legs. She fell to the side. I couldn't believe what I had felt and I looked at her. My cock was still sputtering, gobs of cum launching out one after another even as I looked in horror at the woman… thing… I had been fucking. There was a dick there, about as big as my own, and it was sending spurts out too, landing on the carpet. Confused, I stammered as my own cock finally settled down, the last gobs falling on her feet. "I thought… didn't I see'" Nari's breath was ragged. At first I thought it was just the sex, but I happened to glance at her face. Tears came down her face. "I… I'm sorry," she said softly. She rolled slightly on her back, pushing "her" penis to the side so the semen still shooting out went to the carpet, and spread her legs. I was right. She had a cunt, with a little bit of blue hair. There was no scrotum, but right above it was a huge cock. "I don't understand." I should have been enraged. You don't just fuck someone without telling them you've got a penis. And yes, I was angry. I was speaking harshly, not shouting, but being far from kind. "Then let me explain," she said, holding back a sob. She wiped tears from her cheek as her cock finally settled down. I wasn't sure how to think of her. I was tempted to think of Nari as "it" instead of her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Plus, after all, she did have an incredible set of breasts and a pussy. I took a deep breath and looked around. Nari got up and got a towel out of the same drawer as the lubricant. She held it in front of her waist and looked at me. The ice was gone from her eyes, and so was the fire. What was left was smoke and steam. "Please," she said quietly. I grabbed my underwear and started sliding it on. "Ok," I said finally, sitting on the couch, not bothering with my pants. "Ok, fine. Explain."

Chapter 7 - Throw Away 7: Nari's Past iv

I slept the next day, which doesn't sound odd till you remember that I'm largely immune to the effects of fatigue. I don't get sick. I don't get worn out. My goddess gave me this gift to carry out her mission. What's stranger, I dreamed. I do dream normally. I have had many. But I had never before dreamed of a victim, nor felt the slightest guilt or regret about any of the many men and women I had destroyed with sex. I dreamed that night of the man in the field. I had always had control over my sex, ever since I started worshiping the goddess, anyway. I had never in my life experience sex I enjoyed where I was not the one in control of everything. But my dreams were strange. In them, I danced at a masquerade. I wore a green hoop gown with a cinched waist, with a bodice that held my bust tightly. My sleeves were flowing arrangements that flew behind me like a cape when I held my arms out. My hands were covered in elbow-length gold silk gloves. I wore a matching gold mask that covered all my face other than my mouth. I danced with several men until he approached. He wore a silk tuxedo of pure white, with a white tie and vest. His mask was a white domino mask that covered almost none of his face. I knew it was the man from the field instantly. He took my hands, pulling me away from my dancing partner. He was not violent, but had enough strength in it to brook no argument. I was unable to resist, even if I wanted. But I found I did not want to. We spun away, and then he pulled me close as the other dancers formed a wide circle around us. I pressed against his silk suit, feeling his muscles underneath, and he bent in and kissed my mouth. Gentle, but again, with power that signified all that happened was in his will, not my own. But I willingly submitted to his control. He reached up and pulled my mask away, an unforgivable breach of manners at such an event. For a moment, I felt a panic, I felt my chest warm and my heart rate jump. But he spoke my name, “Nari.” Once he did, all fear left me. It was my last chance, I knew, to take control and turn him down. I plunged forward by doing nothing, letting him know that I was his. My heart continued to beat faster, but it was no longer fright, but excitement at an intimacy I had never known. He kissed me again, cupping my face with his hands, his rough, strong fingers caressing my face. Then his right hand slid down my neck, across my shoulder, and along the length of my arm, which I held passively at my side, letting him choose all my movements. His hand found its way into my sleeve and reached up, finding the top of my glove, which he slowly peeled away, down, slowly over my forearm, my wrist, my hand, and last, my fingers, pulling the glove as it gently resisted removal. He threw it to the side, where it was caught by a woman I thought was familiar but could not place it. She held it up to her face and breathed in the scent of my clothing. Then she kissed it and held it to her breast. As I watched this display my dancing partner's hand returned to my face, and I felt his other hand repeat the ritual with my right arm. When this hand was also denuded, he tossed the glove again. It was caught my a gray-haired gentleman who caressed his cheek with it. For a moment, I thought he was done, but I should have known better. He knelt, gently lifted one foot and removed the green heels I wore, then set it and removed the other, sliding them across the floor where they were treated in similar manner to my gloves. Then, he reached up and grasped the tops of my hose and pulled them down, one leg at a time, once again, the same long, smooth ritual as my gloves with the same response from our audience. Each step in this performance made me feel more exposed. It was a strange, exciting feeling. I had worn much less in public than I still wore, he had really only removed accessories. I was fully clothed. But I felt like he, and everyone around could see much deeper into my soul. I expected him to rise, but instead he pulled from his jacked pocket thin gold anklet chains, studded with sapphires and rubies. He attached one around each of my ankles, and then finally stood. He produced two more chains and clasped them around my wrists. They were just a little loose, but not enough that there was any chance of losing them. Each piece of jewelry, in addition to the gems, had a small teardrop pearl dangling from it He looked into my eyes. It was difficult to look back; it was too tempted to look at the mask instead, but I met his gaze. He pulled a knife from his back pocket with the smallest of grins. I should have felt threatened, but I had already determined to trust him, and I continued to do so. His eyes did not leave mine as he grabbed the skirt of my gown and cut it off with the knife. With four slices with his knife, most of it was free, he tore the rest off, and I stood before him in a bodice and a slip. I stepped out with one foot, then kicked it behind me with the other, not watching to see who got the ripped fabric. He dropped the knife with a clatter to the floor and embraced me. His nose almost touched mine, but he did not break his gaze. I felt vulnerable, but excited by it, and I nervously kept our eyes locked as he undid the knots that secured my bodice. When the laces were loosened he pulled it down, off my arms, the sleeves resisted, but his pull was firm and they easily came loose. He tossed the half-gown back over his head. I heard myself exhale, almost with a moan, as the cold air touched my shoulders, back, and belly. Goosebumps swept over my skin in a wave, till I finally adjusted and they faded. Next he pulled the slip off my waist and dropped it to the floor. I kicked it away, and now I wore nothing but the pink lace panties and matching bra, the kind that wrapped around and did not have shoulder straps. They were elegant, probably expensive. And they were nearly sheer. I could feel the eyes of the crowd as the traced the outline of my nipples and looked to see if there was anything to see behind my panties.  He reached his arms around me. For the first time I noticed the hardness in his pants. The temptation to press my hips against him was strong. I had no doubt that my panties were damp by now. But I knew he wanted control, and I wanted him to have it. He deftly undid the clasp on my bra and let it go.  It fell to the floor and I kicked it away as well. Almost unconsciously, I pushed my breasts forward. They were already firm, and my nipples pointed out. But I wanted to show them all my partner's prize. He put one hand behind my head and pulled me to him, hungrily taking my mouth with his. His other hand roughly grasped my breast, kneading it firmly, like he wanted to own it, to hold it forever. Never had I permitted anyone to touch me this way. Not since I had escaped slavery thousands of years before. But now I wanted it. I wanted him to own me. To control me. To do anything he wanted with any part of me. I kissed him back but did not raise a hand to touch him. I let him devour me. There was but one piece of clothing left to me, and now I dearly wished it gone. He released his hold on me and obliged me. He grasped my panties with both hands, and ripped them in two, throwing the fragments in either direction. I saw two women fight over one piece, each trying to have it all. The winner pulled it free and put it to her mouth, smelling and tasting it. My partner stepped back and examined me. Then he took a slow, measured step, and he paced a slow circle around me.  I tried to stand obediently still, but I couldn't look at him anymore. I had nothing to look at but the crowd around me. All of them were intent on me, drinking in my skin and appearance. Many of them, men and women, were reaching inside their clothes and pleasuring themselves. In a few cases, neighbors were reaching inside each others' clothing. But even then they kept their attention on me.  I had been the focus of lust before. It had practically been my existence since following the goddess. But there was something, chaotic, strange in the behavior. I was again reminded how exposed I was, not just for my  nudity, but as if they saw me, my entire life, all my motivations, decisions, desires, not just sexual, but everything. I felt pressure on the back of my knee. My owner commanded me. Obediently I kneeled, but not quite fast enough. He pushed harder and I fell to the ground with a small jolt. I threw my hands forward to catch myself.  I heard a small zip and then he was in me. His full length penetrating my pussy, roughly pushing in and out, with loud slapping sounds as his hips pounded against my ass. He was not gentle, and his gripped me hard and tight, keeping me from moving. Not that I wanted to. It was all I could do to keep my hands under me as he slammed again and again. I was nearly insensate, half my mind going black, aware of nothing but what he did to me. I cried out again and again. begging him to have his way with me, do everything he wanted, and do it all at once. In brief moments of clarity I saw members of the audience fucking as well. Some standing, some crouched down on the floor, but all of them still watching. I finally gloried in it. My new owner wanted them to see me, and I wanted it too. This is what I was for.  And then I woke up. I shivered at the clear, perfect memory of the dream. I had been so helpless, and that terrified me now. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to chase away a cold feeling that was based more in my mind than the temperature.  What was happening to me? It was the man. He had done something to me. Or something had been done through him. He should be having these dreams, not me. Something was trying to make me change allegiance. To feel guilty over my actions.  But there was nothing to feel guilty over! I acted in the name of my goddess, punishing those who deserved it. Every one of my victims had deserved it.  But I could not remove the nagging feeling from my mind.  And the next morning, I determined to do something about it. I dressed, not caring what I wore, particularly. And then I made my way to the village. I passed through the market square, with a quiet, knowing grin as people stared at me. They knew who, or what, I was.  And before long I found his home. I would observe. I would find the proof of his crimes.  There was a small church yard across from his small house. I leaned on the fence surrounding that yard as I watched. His wife was wailing. She begged for him to do something, but he only stared out in the direction of my home. She begged to know what was wrong, what had happened. Where he had been the night he was with me.  As I watched, someone approached from behind. A priest from the church. He was in late middle age, balding, and never in the best physical shape. He stooped a little. He looked unhappy as he observed the couple across the way.  "You did this too him," he said. His voice was dry and worn. And it was not a question or an accusation. It was as if he simply stated findings from an experiment. I said nothing, but smiled. "Would that I could undo your evil work," he said, sadly.  "I work justice, not evil.""Justice? What is it you imagine he has done? He provided for his family. He helped his neighbors. He spoke kindly.He never raised a hand against his children, or anyone." I hesitated. The doubt in my mind spread its cloud through my mind.  "No one is innocent," I said. "He had flaws, to be sure, but nothing bearing the great curse you gave him. Just the little vices of every man." "How do you know what sins he has hidden?" "He is my nephew," the priest explained. A painful smile crossed his lips. "I have lived in the same house nearly all of his life. He has not murdered, or robbed, or used people. Like you have." The last sentence was almost an afterthought. "I…" I had no response. The priest was not defensive. He was not prevaricating. I could sense no lie. He was open and honest. And I, of course, knew nothing of the man. I could not say what actions condemned him. "Leave me," I finally said. Which was stupid on its face. I was intruding on his space. So I left, and returned to my villa. I was confused and flustered. I didn't know what to do or what to think. My head buzzed. I ordered my bath drawn, and soon I was in the hot waters, trying to relax, trying to empty my mind. Never in my life had I ever been unsure about anything. My father and my master were evil. The goddess was good, so I did  her will. That was simple and everything in my life. Distracted, I ordered more hot water. Hot enough that it may have burned most people. And after a long time, I was able to relax myself. I focused on the feeling of the water as it tickled my skin. It teased my nipples, and I was more than content to let it do so. It made me smile. Not the self-satisfied, superior smile of before. Just the simple smile of easy pleasure. I sighed softly.  And moments later, the prompting began. The image of the man's wife came to my mind. The order to take here was so clear it was nearly a voice, like the words were printed on my eyes. And for the first time, I hesitated. "No," I whispered. "I don't want to. It feels wrong." The compulsion came again, stronger. But I refused, shaking my head. A third time, and I said "no," loud enough to be heard. The feeling kept growing. But I could not do that to her after I had done it to him. I hit my arm against the edge the tub. Tingling strings spread from my elbow throughout the limb. I hissed a little and lowered my arm into the water. But it had worked, the compulsion was gone. It was replaced by a new one. A more interesting one. My hand slithered down my belly to my mound, my fingers lightly teasing it. Then, as the urge grew quickly, I pushed harder, running my hands back and forth, my clit in between to fingers. My muscles tensed as the pleasure grew. I got lost in the pleasure. So lost that it did not seem weird when my clitoris grew. It was not fast, but it was steady and noticeable. It got thicker, so that I couldn't push my fingers as far around it. It grew outward, like a tree trunk sprouting from the ground. After a few minutes, instead of massaging a small bump with my flat, open hand, I had my hand wrapped around it, like a fist. I pumped my hand back and forth along it. And the pleasure just increased. I moaned, and panted, releasing small incoherent noises that got louder even as the cock in my hand grew. For it was a cock. I could see it through the water. My mind was too gone to even think about it, but I ran my fingers up and down along it furiously. I felt it harden in my hand, but I felt it in my body too. It was new and exciting. I had given hand jobs, of course. Thousands, maybe millions of them. But never to myself. I was filled with the wonder of a part of my own body acting this way. I loved the feeling of the blood swelling inside it, hardening it. I loved the feel of my fingers along it, especially as they rubbed the head.  And then the climax! I felt it coming and then suddenly it was exploding. "Oh fuck!" I moaned. I pushed myself up on my toes so my hips exited the water. I watched as it throbbed, and with each throb another burst of pearlescent ooze shot out of my penis into the air. I kept my hand moving until no more cum remained, which felt like an eternity. For a moment, it drooped, just a little. I stared, fascinated in the feel as it slowly bobbed and sank. The interest I took in it seemed to be enough. My body already wanted more, and my new cock began to harden again, standing taller with each pump of my heart. I rubbed it briefly, but I wanted something else. Casting my eyes about, I looked for something to aid me. And my eyes fell on one of my guards. Without hesitation I stood. Water poured down my body, running over my new organ, which stood, magnificently, in my opinion, fat and proud from my body. The water ran under it, tickling it with pleasure, and I paused a moment to look. There were no testicles, making me wonder where the semen came from, and I still had my cunt. It was a beautiful marvel. I looked up again and remembered my designs. I strode to my guard and pushed him to the ground. I lifted the skirts of his robe and threw then forward, exposing his buttocks. I pushed apart his feet and knees and knelt behind him. Some part of my brain heard him protesting, but I was beyond reach. I grabbed his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing the entrance I lusted for.  I used one hand to hold him down and the other to guide my cock, and then I pushed in. There was resistance. He flexed his muscles, but I was stronger. I pushed and pushed till my full length was inside him. It was very different than my hand. My cock was encased, pressed along its whole surface. Now that I was in the flexing of his muscles just increased the pleasure. So I pulled out and pushed again. And again. And soon I was in a rapid speed, sodomizing the guard without a care for his feelings. I grabbed my breast with one hand and rolled the nipple between my fingers. I cried out in pleasure. I had everything now. Every feeling. A new gift from my goddess! I exulted in it as I felt the ejaculated filling my guard. Each thrust pushing a new glob of cum into him. When I finished I pulled out and and let him fall to the ground, weeping. Semen dripped out of his ass along with a little blood.  I wanted more. Something else.  Then I remembered. The man's wife. How would a pussy feel? I grinned as I grabbed my skirt and tunic. I threw them onto my wet body as I hurried out of the villa and back to the villa. I practically ran to his house. I paused briefly, feeling the slightest bit confused as I passed the church. But the feeling was nothing compared to my new urges. My new needs. It was near dark, and the street was empty. I heard the sobbing of the woman in her home. I pushed open the door and stepped across the threshhold.  It was dark inside, especially after the door closed. It was a nice home. The paint on the walls was clean. The tile floor in the entry led to the kitchen. I walked in, and saw the kitchen adjoined by a living room, with a couch, a love seat, a  chair, an entertainment center on one wall. The man stood at the window, staring out in the direction of my villa. His wife was on the couch, still sobbing. The man turned to me. "Mistress!" he said, his voice full of hope and joy.  I held up my hand. "I am not here for you." He nodded, sadly.  I sat gently next to his wife and put my arm around her, rubbing her bare shoulder. She looked up at me through her tears. She was a beautiful woman. Radiant hazel eyes , long, thick, black hair in curling cascades. The swell of her breasts visible through the sleeveless blouse of powder blue. "What are you doing here?" One might have expected an accusation, but it was curiosity, tinged with excitement. Remember, she had been chosen by my goddess. She was my thrall already. "I came for you," I said, I tried to put gentleness and concern into my voice. "I came to help you with your problem. "My problem?" She wiped tears from her eyes and gazed earnestly at my face. I nodded. I put my hand to her chin and lifted her face. "I know how to make you feel better." She parted her lips, but I silenced her by placing my mouth on hers. Almost immediately I felt her tongue probing my lips. I opened further to let it in, and I sucked on her tongue for a moment. But the urge was getting stronger. There was no time or desire to be slow or gentle about this. I began unbuttoning her blouse. She moved her hands out of my way. And I pulled it down, exposing a black, silky bra. I ran my fingers across it a moment, then pulled it apart in front and pushed it back to expose her breasts. The were full and swollen, but pert and responsive. The nipples hard on large areolas. She sighed as  I pushed on each with my thumbs, and as I did I felt my cock pushing against my skirt, seeking a way out. I pushed her down on the couch and my hands attacked the top of her pants. She wore a modern pair of slacks. I quickly undid the zipper and pulled them off. Her panties matched the bra, but they didn't stay on. As soon as the pants cleared her feet I pulled on the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips to let me. I cast them aside and knelt between her legs. Then I undid the laces on the side of my skirt and released it, letting it fall to the ground. My cock was still erect, curving toward the ceiling. It throbbed a little. The man and his wife both gasped slightly. I ran my fingers over it lightly. "Do you like it?" "It's beautiful, she said, and her hand stretched toward me. Her fingers brushed on the head, and my cock seemed to leap in response. I released a ragged breath. For a moment I let her fondler and caress it. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling. But enough was enough. I pulled it from her hands and lowered it to her mound. I pushed it through the soft strip of black hair above my goal a time or two, then slid backward, over her labia, making her squeal just a little. I reached down and took my length into my hand, and after a brief exploration, found the entrance. And I thrust. Both of us released a long, throaty moan as I entered, like we were singing a duet. The feeling was glorious. So much better than my guard's ass. It was warm, and wet, and inviting. I spent a moment wiggling, just feeling every part of her inside I could reach. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I did it. Then I began the instinctual pull and thrust. Pushing in and out. She was a noisy lay. Each movement made her groan or sigh. That I did this to her with my brand new cock aroused me. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her toward me as I pushed in, trying to penetrated deeper. I felt her shuddering with a coming ogasm, and that excited me too, and again I felt my cock explode with juices, which warmly squished around my cock inside her. "Thank you," I heard her saying over and over. She had one hand over her head, clutching the arm of the couch as her body shook with pleasure. I started moving again. It was not enough. I wanted more. But as I did I felt hands grasp my breasts from behind. An instant later I felt the hardness of the man brush against my ass. "You feel left out, huh?"  He nodded eagerly. "Who said you could touch me?" I asked. He froze. "I … I'm sorry." He fell to the ground, on his knees, begging me to forgive him. I thought for a moment. "I will forgive you, if you do one thing for me." "Anything!" I pulled my cock out with a slurping sound. "You must clean my cum from her with your tongue." "Yes, mistress!" He scrambled over and shoved his face into her cunt, eagerly sucking and licking.  Her lips parted and she emitted little pants as she stared at me. Or, more properly, at my cock.  It was not as hard as it had been, but it still pointed outward. I smiled and stepped forward. "I need to be cleaned too," I said. I watched her eyes grow wide. "Open your mouth," I ordered. She did without hesitation. I shifted her body so she was angled on the couch, then I stood over her and pushed my dick into her throat.  She lay on her back, her head tilted back as far as it could, as I held her face and fucked her in the mouth. I used a little less force than I had in her cunt, but not much. At her other end, her husband crouched down, still shoving his tongue into her and sucking out the liquids. He had his hand on his own cock, rubbing it back and forth. I snapped at him. "I didn't say you could jack off," I said. I cowered a bit and placed his hand on his wife's leg instead. I continued thrusting. Surely her juices and my cum were off my cock by now, but I wasn't going to give this up. I had only had a dick for a couple hours but already I'd used four different ways to pleasure it. He tongues pressed against my length as well as it could. She was a good thrall. And showed she was even better. Her hands had been resting on my thighs as I pushed in and out, then lovingly caressing the insides of them. Finally, she reached up and started to play with my pussy. It was damp. That part of me was aroused too, I was just focused on the new parts. But her fingers on my labia added a whole new dimension. I almost came again but managed to hold it back. She pushed two fingers inside and I moaned. She didn't have to pump her fingers, the rocking as I fucked her face was enough. And again, I was lost. My entire world was her fingers in my pussy and my cock in her mouth. There was nothing. Not the goddess, not the guilt, not anything. Just the rapid pumping of my hips giving me everything anyone could ever ask for. And then I had came again, spilling my seed directly into her. She gagged quietly for the first time but swallowed all of it. I slowly pulled out, letting my cock drag across her face, leaving a trail of saliva.  I breathed deeply. This was wonderful. It was the most beautiful thing that could happen. As I caught my breath I murmured a prayer of thanks to my goddess. "Is she clean?" I asked.  The man looked up, his face shimmering with liquids. "Yes mistress.""Good, I have a new plan." I ordered the woman to kneel at one end of the coffee table and lie down on it. Her breasts pushed outward as they squished against the glass surface. I watched from behind, her glorious labia curving into view as she lay down. She set her knees apart a little, showing both places I considered penetrating her. The man was also rock hard, standing next to me. He practically whimpered with need.  I knelt down, ready to fuck his wife again. I pushed just a little way into her pussy and held there. I waved the man over. I kissed the head of his cock. "You've been good," I said. "You deserve a reward." I stroked his penis, enjoying the soft feel of the skin. I let go and moved a little closer to his wife, entering her just a little more, and she moaned. I rested my body on hers, pressing my breasts against her silky back.  "Fuck my cunny," I said to the man. In his eagerness he had a little trouble finding the right spot. I felt his cock rub against my leg and several spots before he finally entered me. He placed his hands on my hips and began slowly moving back and forth, groaning with each push.  "Faster," I said. "You must fuck harder." He obeyed, and soon his hips began bumping into my ass, knocking me forward just a little with each thrust. Of course this pushed my cock deeper into the beautiful woman beneath me. I pulled back just a little when he did. So with each of his thrusts, I penetrated more. His fucking me fucked her as well.  My prayers to my goddess began again. Mostly I just called out her name over and over. It was the most perfect thing. Both my cock and my pussy fucking at the same time. It was bliss. I could barely keep my eyes open and with each thrust I moaned, a little louder each time. But it still wasn't enough. "Hold still," I said softly. He obeyed, but whimpered a little. I could feel his hardness throbbing with eagerness. "Don't worry."I rested on hand on the coffee table. WIth the other I reached behind and held his hip. Then I began rocking. As I pulled back, I pushed myself onto his cock. As I thrust forward, he slid outward but my cock went deeper into the woman. It was even better than before. I rocked as far forward as I could, trying to get as deep into her as I could. I rocked back hard too, trying to get him into me as deep as I could. I becmae completely incapable of rational thought.  My eyes rolled back and my eyelids fluttered. I was uttering one long, languid moan that didn't seem to stop. Her slick wetness on my cock, enveloping me, sliding against me. His thick hardness inside me, throbbing with intensity, filling me up. In that moment I was both man and woman. I felt as if I was everything. As if I encompased the world.  And then it happened. The most beautiful thing I have ever felt. My pussy clenched, every muscle in my body tightened, then released, an orgasm ripping through every molecule in my body. At the same time, my cock exploded one last time, releasing my cum, shooting it deep into the woman's womb. I cannot measure the time. It could have been minutes, it could have literally been hours. It felt like lifetimes. Every tiniest particle in my body vibrated in pleasure. I had never felt anything greater. Not even when my goddess had made love to me. It was release of pleasure and the sucking of pleasure into me. Like I was taking from both my partners and giving something else back in. I knelt, frozen in that moment forever. I had no thoughts, no desires, no needs. Nothing but the pleasure as I ejaculated and orgasmed simultaneously. *** The sex may have lasted for days. I find it likely it did. But eventually I fell asleep, deeply unconscious. And when I woke, I saw the man and the woman lying near me. Both were smeared with cum and other sexual fluid. I was too.  And then the horror of what happened came to me. I had lost control. From the time of my bath, I had not made one decision. It was all impulses. The goddess was in control of me. The cock, already hardening as I woke, was not a blessing. It was a curse. It was to make sure that I could never defy the goddess again. I screamed. I ran from the house. I don't know which way I ran. I just ran, naked, away from everything and every one.

Chapter 2 - S1, EP2 - Jinny

As I continue to walk through the hallway of the Plymouth Pavilions, I can’t help but continue to think about the experience I just had with “Killer” Kelly in the women’s locker room. It’s one thing to fantasise about it or to read a dirty fan fiction on the internet. It’s another thing to actually go ahead and fuck her, which is exactly what I just did. Obviously I have to keep this a secret, unless of course Kelly starts to tell the other females on the NXT UK. However I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, right now though I need to get back to the interview area and see who I have planned for tomorrow so I can do my research tonight in preparation for tomorrow’s second set of tapings. Finally I reach the interview set area where Mike Rome is standing, he was obviously waiting for me to show back up. “Hey Lewis, where did you get to, I’ve been waiting a while, I need to go over your interviews for tomorrow.” Mike informed me as I stood there now needing an excuse. “Sorry Mike, I went out into the arena to watch some of the action from the floor, guess I got distracted and lost track of time.” I say, hoping he buys it, when in actuality I was nowhere near the arena.  “You know what, it’s fine, I understand, it’s your first day here and being around something you love, it’s hard to stop being a fan. Anyway, just make sure it doesn’t happen too often otherwise you might not last too long here.” Mike says back to me as I stand nodding my head, now knowing I have to be extra careful if I want to get another piece of “Killer” Kelly or hopefully any other NXT UK Female. Mike then continues talking, snapping me out of my fantasies for a moment. “So tomorrow night, you’ll be interviewing Moustache Mountain about the introduction of our new NXT UK Tag Team Championships. Mark Andrews and then from the Women’s Division, Jinny. As to not worry you too much, they will be informed later tonight about this for tomorrow, just make sure you know what needs to be said. I’ll help prepare you some more tomorrow before the start of the tapings. So for now, head back to the Hotel and I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time as today.” Mike shakes my hand before leaving as I begin to formulate in my head the names he mentioned. Knowing I’ll be interviewing Moustache Mountain is huge, given how big a stars they have become and Mark Andrews is cool as well. However it was the final name, Jinny that once again grabbed my attention, just like “Killer” Kelly did earlier in the day. I’ve always found her to be incredibly attractive and what’s more, she saw me earlier coming out of the Women’s Locker Room after my little fuck session with Kelly. Who knows, maybe this is my chance to test the waters with the “Fashionista” of NXT UK. But enough about that, I really need to head back to the Hotel and get some preparation done. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I arrive back at the hotel and begin to walk through the lobby towards the lift ready to take me up to my room. However as I’m getting in, I hear footsteps behind, obviously someone wanted the same lift as me. So of course, after I get in, I keep the doors open waiting for that person. To my surprise, I see none other than Jinny make her way into the lift after me flashing me a smile. As the lift begins to head up to my floor, Jinny says “Well if it isn’t Lewis Adams, the new Interviewer for NXT UK, I was hoping to catch-up with you before tomorrow’s tapings. I know I have an interview with you on the show but what I want to talk to you about now, we can’t possibly talk about on a PG Show.” Jinny winks at me as I start to understand just what she means.  Jinny then pushes the emergency stop button on the lift before she resumes talking to me, “I saw you leaving the Women’s Locker Room earlier, in fact me and Toni were quite intrigued as to why the new Interviewer would be leaving there mid-way through a taping.” Jinny leans back against the wall of the lift before while looking me up and down, quite clearly checking me out. “Then however it became clear when we went into the Locker Room and saw Kelly’s ring gear thrown all over the room. So of course, we waited until she had finished showering and asked her. I must admit, the response we got was quite something and to let you in a secret, Kelly was very complimentary. In fact, she even said she’d be willing to go back for some more.” Hearing those words from Jinny brought and instant smile to my face, knowing that I would indeed be able to get a second crack at Kelly in the future. However as I was smiling, Jinny began to approach me, which in the small lift didn’t take too long as now I was face to face with the gorgeous “Fashionista” of NXT UK as she sized me up once again before speaking yet again. “Kelly can wait though, in fact, so can Toni because I saw the look in her eye earlier when Kelly was explaining every last detail. Right now Lewis, I want myself a piece of the hunky new Interviewer and I’m not taking no for an answer.”  After those final words and not even giving me time to respond, Jinny pulled me in close and began to makeout with me. Our tongues began to wrestle as I feel her hands running up and down my chest before one of her hands starts to rub my crotch which begins to make my cock harden within my trousers. We continue to makeout as I now bring my hands around to behind her and start to squeeze her ass feeling the firmness of it within my grasp. Jinny then finally pulls away from the kiss before dropping to her knees within the lift and waists no time in removing my belt before undoing my trousers and pulling them along with my boxers down to my ankles. My hardening cock then springs out in front of the Knightsbridge native and I see her lick her lips before taking into her grasp before she starts to stroke it watching as it grows within her hand. “Looks like Kelly wasn’t lying when she said you were packing a monster underneath that suit, now it’s time for me to get a little taste.” As those final words leave her mouth, her mouth opens wide once again in order to take my cock into her mouth, causing me to moan out feeling the warmness of her mouth around my cock. Jinny shuts her eyes and begins to bob her head back and forth on my cock as she feels it growing within her mouth before it eventually is able to reach its full hardness. “Mmmmm there we go Jinny, mmmm come on suck my cock like the Queen you say you are.” I look down at her with a smirk across my face as she now opens her eyes and looks up at me and grins around my cock. As she grins, she begins to quicken the tempo of her sucking as her head begins to bob back and forth at a greater speed and more importantly taking more inches into her mouth. Clearly not causing NXT UK’s most stylish Superstar any problem and also showing she’s no stranger to sucking on a cock. I begin to lean back against the wall of the lift, which is still frozen at whichever level it’s at due to Jinny pressing the emergency stop. However at this point, my main focus is on Jinny and watching her beautiful face move back and forth on my dick as it goes deeper and deeper into her mouth. “Ohhhhh fuck Jinny, mmmmm you keep doing that and you'll definitely get just what Kelly got earlier, if you know what I mean.” My eyes are still looking down at Jinny as she keeps rocking her head back and forth on my cock. She has her hands on my thighs as she sucks even more on cock, taking it deeper into her mouth. I start wondering now if she’s going to deep throat me just like Kelly did earlier today. “Ohhhhh you know Jinny, Kelly was able to deep throat me without any problems, what do you think, reckon you can do just what she did?” I throw the challenge out to her while still moaning. My challenge is then swiftly answered as Jinny’s eyes lock with mine and with no hint of reluctance, Jinny lowers her mouth down entirely on my cock taking every inch into her amazing mouth. I have no choice but to moan even louder as I watch the inches disappear before reappearing once again. “GAH GAH GAH, mmmmm mmmmm GAH.” Jinny begins to gag and moan around my cock, in the same way Kelly did earlier but just like Kelly, Jinny has no problem taking all of my cock down her throat. As my cock almost leaves her mouth, Jinny once again takes it all the way into her mouth and down her throat again causing her moan and gag around it once again before letting it leave her mouth entirely as she looks up at me while stroking my cock. “Well, I can see just why Kelly had so much fun with this cock earlier, but how about we leave this lift for now. What’s say we head back to your room and you give me a fucking that NXT UK’s very own “Fashionista” truly deserves?” Jinny then gets back to her feet and kisses me as I quickly pull up my boxers and trousers stuffing my now saliva coated, rock hard cock back into them. “I say that’s a fantastic idea Jinny, in fact I’ll give you a fucking that, just like Kelly, will make you begging for more.” As I say that, I start the lift back up again and send it up to my floor as I start to check out Jinny, imaging to myself just what that body looks like without any clothes on it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As the lift arrives at my floor, I let Jinny leave first before following and then lead her back to my room. As I arrive, I unlock the door before we both head inside as I shut it behind us once we’re both inside. As I’m shutting the door, I’m unaware that behind me in the room, NXT UK’s most stylish is already in the process of removing her clothes. I turn around and see that Jinny had already stripped down to her bra and a small pair of panties which give me a great view of her amazing looking ass. “Well, big boy, what are you waiting for, I’ve already seen and tasted that cock of yours, I think it’s time you showed me the rest of that body that had Kelly begging for more earlier tonight.” Jinny says as she stands looking at me, not one to disappoint, I quickly begin to remove my suit starting with my jacket and tie before removing my shirt, followed by my trousers while kicking off my shoes and socks, leaving me in only my boxers. However those quickly go as I stand there completely naked with my rock hard cock between my legs. “As you can quite clearly see, Queen, Kelly wasn’t lying, now, I believe it’s time you showed off the rest of that body to me. Actually come to think of it, I’m getting rather hungry, I think I want to dine out on something.” I say as I look at Jinny who smirks before reaching behind to unclip her bra letting her rounded perky tits free as her bra drops to the floor. Jinny then grabs the waistband of her panties and lowers them down to the ground giving me my first look at her pussy as she kicks them to one side and stands in front of me completely naked. “Well, Jinny, that is definitely some body you have hiding underneath that ring gear of yours. Now then, let’s see just how good you taste.” Jinny smirks knowing exactly what I mean as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed before spreading her long legs out showing off her pussy to me. Without saying another word, I drop down between her legs holding onto her thighs before lowering my tongue down and starting to lick between her folds. “Ohhhhh Lewis, mmmmm fuck that’s just what I need. Sucking your cock earlier made me so fucking wet. Mmmmmm I need a good eating. Yaaaassss.” That last yes bringing a smile to my face considering it’s how Jinny would say “Yaas Queen” during her promo’s. However as good as that was to hear, my focus was on her pussy which at this point was dripping wet and begging to be licked, something I had no problem doing. As my hands kept her legs apart, I made sure to keep dragging my tongue up and down between her pussy tasting her sweet pussy as it began to get wetter and wetter with each passing moment. It then wasn’t long before I extended out my tongue and began to prob it inside of her pussy, something I knew Jinny liked as I heard her moaning even louder above. Obviously knowing what I was doing she was enjoying, I kept my tongue buried inside of her pussy trying to taste as much of her sweet pussy juices as possible. “Ohhhhh my god that’s it, mmmmm fuck that feels so damn good inside me. Mmmmmmm damn your tongue is fucking amazing.” Jinny continues to moan even louder as I make sure to keep my tongue buried deep inside her moving it around in order to taste even more. However just as we were both getting into it, I lift my head away from Jinny’s pussy, much to Jinny’s disappointment as I hear her let out a sigh. I then look up at her while moving my hand onto her pussy rubbing it making her moan again. “You know Jinny, I think I’ve enjoyed my little snack, but I think it’s time we both do what we know you came here for and we both know what that it is don’t we.” I then stand up completely as Jinny stands up as well. What happened next was not something I was expecting, Jinny kisses me before turning me around and pushing me down onto the bed with my rock hard cock standing up right. Jinny crawls onto the bed before winking at me, before mounting my cock. However inside lowering her pussy down onto my cock, Jinny surprises me by lowering her tight asshole down onto my cock causing us both to moan, however Jinny’s being much louder than mine as her my cock begins to disappear inside her ass. “Mmmmmm I guess I’m full of surprises huh, mmmmmm fuck when I said I needed to know what Kelly felt, I wasn’t being entirely truthful.” Jinny continues to moan as she talks before starting to bounce her asshole up and down on my cock. “Because I know you never fucked her ass, but you’re, ohhhhhhh my god that’s fucking huge, going to fuck mine. Mmmmmm and then, I’m gonna tell all the NXT UK women just how badly you stretched it out before fucking my pussy.” Jinny then continues to moan as I’m transfixed on watching NXT UK’s Queen bouncing her ass up and down on my cock. Even I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but I was just gonna let it happen and take my chance to fuck Jinny’s incredibly tight asshole. I put my hands on her waist and as she’s bouncing begin to thrust my hips propelling my cock into her asshole causing Jinny to moan even louder. “Ohhhh well if you want to brag about this ass fucking huh Jinny, then don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you something you can truly brag about alright. Mmmmmmm ohhhhh yes Queen.” I smirk as I call her Queen while still popping my hips to thrust into her asshole now feeling it begin to stretch out in order to take my size deep inside it, it now begins to go deeper as Jinny is starting to adjust to the size. I look up at her bouncing tits while her hair is flying all over the place but the look of pure pleasure on her beautiful face is enough for me. Jinny then places her hands behind her onto my legs to stop me moving as she starts to take control herself, she starts to bounce at even faster pace than before wanting to feel every inch in her ass. Which is exactly what happens as she drops down all the way as I feel her asscheeks slapping against my thighs. “OHHHHH OHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!! MMMMMM FUCK FUCK!!” She cries and moans even more but not wanting to pull out yet until she knows her asshole has been properly stretched out. Jinny keeps bouncing her asshole on my cock and I’m powerless to stop her, not that I would want to anyway. Finally after a few more minutes, I feel Jinny begin to ease her asshole from cock before it almost pops out. I watch Jinny move a hand behind herself to feel her stretched asshole at which point she looks at me and smirks. “Mmmmm looks like you did a good job big boy, mmmm Kelly’s gonna wish she got you to do the same thing. Now then, how about you make me cum like I’ve never cum before.” As those words leave her mouth, I watch as she rolls over next to me spreading her legs, to which I get between them and push my cock deep into her pussy. “Mmmmm oh don’t you worry Jinny after that little anal fucking, I won’t need too much longer before I cum and before I make you cum either.” I say as I keep her legs spread out wide and begin to really pound into her pussy even harder and going much deeper causing The “Fashionista” to moan out loudly as she grabs her tits squeezing on them for added pleasure. I look down at her and we make eye contact before I really start to unleash every bit of strength I have into pounding away at her pussy. “OH OH OH OH LEWIS, MMMMMMM YES!!” I hear Jinny say as she arches her back ever so slightly before the loudest moan yet comes from her mouth and she screams before an almighty orgasm rips through her body causing Jinny to begin cumming on my cock. However I’m not done yet as I continue to fuck her watching her continue to cum until I know she’s finished. “Mmmmmmmmm damn Lewis, you really are a fucking stud aren’t you.” Jinny says as she starts to come down from her orgasm while watching me still fuck her pussy. I then thrust a few more times before pulling out of her pussy and look at her laying beneath me. I start to stroke my cock until eventually I begin to cum spraying my load all over tits and watch as some splashes up onto her chin. “Well, what can I say, when I have a beautiful woman with me, who I clearly have to impress, I need to be a stud don’t I.” I say as I finish cumming while moving to lay next to Jinny. Who is scooping up some of the cum from her tits to lick off her fingers. “You don’t mind if I stay here tonight, after all, my room is all the way on the other side of the Hotel, besides I’ll be gone by the morning anyway.” Jinny says as she looks over at me as I lay there slightly recovering from fucking her. “It’s not problem Jinny, on one condition though, this isn’t the last time I get to fuck you or that amazing ass of yours again?” I say smirking, basically knowing the response I’m going to get from her. “Lewis, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, don’t you worry and just so you know, I’ll be telling Kelly how right she was about you. Plus who knows, maybe this little Interviewer will become the main stud for the NXT UK Women, after all, fucking a wrestler can get boring, but an Interviewer, that is rather fun.” Jinny then kisses me before rolling over and falling asleep. I lay there smirking as I look at her naked body as she sleeps. Never did I believe I’d have the first day that I had today. But all I know is, I’m going to enjoy working for WWE and more importantly, I’m going to enjoy working for NXT UK. I then turn off the lights before falling asleep ready for tomorrow’s second NXT UK taping in Plymouth.

Chapter 4 - Nari's Past

This was it. The thing I hated most about myself. I had betrayed Goddard as completely as any woman can betray a man. And I have no illusions. That was a conscious choice. Sure I had meant to tell him first. That's not much of a comfort anyway, since by the time I'm telling a man that I have a pretty good sized cock hanging over my pussy he's already caught in the curse. They'll be momentarily shocked, possibly even grossed out. But within seconds the curiosity comes out. They wonder what it's like. Hell, half the men I've fucked become sodomites when I'm done with them. And that's a creepy thing to think about. It's not that they hate women, it's that they loved my cock. And they want more. They're having sex with other men in my honor. Even after all this time I can't get my head around that. This string of men eternally addicted to me. You'd think it would make a woman feel glorious, wanted so badly. Most of the time I can't help but think about anything but how I've emotionally crippled these men – men who often have wives, lovers, even children – family that they'll never be there for again. So I hate myself. I destroy men and they thank me for it. I could see it in Goddard. I could see the bulge in his underwear even now, that he was angry and frustrated at having fucked a shemale. He wanted me even though I had lied to him, led him on, and betrayed his trust. And gods help me, I wanted him too. That's why I had betrayed him. I wanted to tell him first. It makes me feel marginally better. But once I felt him, I chose not to tell him anything. Not until I had at least one more orgasm. And yes, I'd had two orgasms. One in my cunt and one in my cock. And I wanted more – I was going to get more. But I had stolen his soul. I owed him my story, at the very least. So I told him. *** I was born a long time ago. I'm not even sure how long ago. Hundreds of years, certainly. I was around before Columbus discovered America; that makes me at least 700. We were peasants though. We didn't keep track of calendars. My father was a servant to a trader from Italy. We traveled with him sometimes, and my father got me on a whore somewhere in Arabia. When he found out she was pregnant, he asked his master to buy my mother as well. Seeing he'd have another concubine, his master agreed. I was maybe ten when they both started using me. Mother had gone crazy and ugly long before. She mostly stood in corners and wept, or stared out the windows. She never said anything. To the sick men in my life, a ten year old half-breed girl was more appealing. The first time the master wanted to have me, my father objected. It made the master frown, but he had some social sensibilities, I guess. The idea of deflowering a ten-year old slave kept him from forcing the issue. The idea germinated in my father's mind though. And within a week he was touching me in new and uncomfortable ways. I fought and tried to run, but he simply struck me and then held me down. Less than a month later he forced himself on me entirely. I still remember the feeling. I still remember my screams, and how he didn't even try to stop them. The next day he decided to let the master have me. It hurt just as bad and I screamed just as loud. For years it was like that. They took turns, and sometimes did it together. They kept me in a closet. When I was twelve I managed to escape, but they caught me again. After that they kept me in chains, even while they had their way. When I was eighteen, I started pretending to like it, just so I could get the chains off my wrists and ankles for a little bit. One night, they both had me together. They took as much pleasure in each other as me. And briefly they fell asleep after putting a chain on me. But they were drunk, and hadn't secured the chain properly. I knew it was my chance. I managed to get the key without disturbing them, and I chained them. Once they were secure, I woke them gently. When their eyes were fully aware, I smiled. And they knew they were in trouble. They screamed for help of course, but I had stuck my head out the door, holding it in mock shame, and made sure the guard had seen the chain supposedly holding me still. In the master's name I gave the guard the night and next day off, along with all the servants. They had gladly left. The guard suspected nothing, I had been compliant for weeks now. So the master and my father yelled in vain. I let them scream until their throats were hoarse and their bodies exhausted. Then, with panic in their eyes, I made them each watch as I chopped the dick off the other. Then I sodomized each with the same knife, and shoved their lover's cock in after I'd made a hole big enough to fit the flaccid member. They probably would have died soon after that from blood loss, but I wanted to be sure. So I stabbed each in the heart, watching in their eyes for the fear and the pain as I did it. Then I took a bath to get the blood off, took some gold, and fled the city. I didn't feel any relief from my actions. The fear I lived with for half a decade still lived in me. I had gotten no satisfaction from the murders I committed. So I ran. I didn't get far. Yes, both men were dead, but the trader was an important man. The city guards hunted me. I knew nothing of survival, so they found me quickly. I was arrested and thrown in a filthy cell. I was to be executed in the morning. After the warden raped me once, I knew I could never free myself. The master had never educated me, but I had heard many stories while locked in my closet from other servants who lived in the house. He kept servants from all over the known world. I knew of gods and goddesses everywhere. The master's Christian god was worthless if he had such a follower. I didn't want his help. But there were others. As I lay in my cell with rats and a multitude of disgusting bugs that thrived on human filth, I tried to remember each of them. And I prayed to them each in turn, begging for my freedom, offering anything in return. Only one goddess answered me. I dare not say her name again, and you wouldn't recognize it anyway. She came to me in my cell. Dusky skin, pure white hair, and glowing purple eyes. You can see that combination every day now, but then, it was strange beyond any capacity I had to comprehend it. She wasn't human. She had sharp teeth, a long thin tail that flicked to and fro, and great leathery wings that filled my cell. She wore no clothing, exposing large, erect nipples atop heavy breasts that seemed to almost levitate. She was slender, and even in my abused, terrified, and naïve mind she seemed to radiate an aura of sexual appeal. I was filled with a nearly overwhelming desire to caress her nipples and taste the sweet liquid between her legs. And that panicked me. Sex in my life had never been a pleasant thing, or anything I looked forward to. Wanting sex… seemed horrible. She stepped forward, took my hands, and lifted me to my feet. Then she kissed me on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth for long moments. I nearly cried when she pulled away. She caressed my cheek. "You hate men nearly as much as I do." She had a strange accent, like no other voice I'd ever heard. I nodded. "I will free you. I will give you immortality. I will give you the means to have revenge. You only have to swear to worship me forever." "I will!" I nearly shouted it. She smiled then, showing her razor teeth. "You must enter the covenant willingly," she told me. "This is the only time you may choose. Reject me now and find peace after death, it's not so bad. Or swear to be mine and you will always be mine. You can never leave my service." "I swear it," I said, firmly. "Lovely girl. You will serve me well." Her mouth opened once again and encompassed my lips, her velvety tongue caressing my dry, cracked lips. Her very touch seemed to restore life and vitality. Her fingers traced across my neck and shoulders, pushing the rags I wore off. As they fell to the floor I felt the cold air kiss my skin, much like my goddess's lips, which trailed across my jaw to my ear. The coldness made my skin rise in goosebumps and my nipples harden. But the body of my new lover soon warmed me up. And not much longer than that, my body was hotter than before. Her lips nibbled my ear as she touched my back and sides. Never had I felt a touch so gentle. Always before the touch of another meant bruises. But the touch of my goddess, my lover actually restored me. The pain evaporated before her fingers, and life sprang anew. I felt my sex moisten. It was a new experience for me too. I had never known how to take joy in a lover's touch, but in just minutes I learned years of sensual experience. She trailed her hands to my buttocks, and she gently massaged the while she kissed my face and neck. The jailer had raped me there as well, enough to make me bleed. But just as everywhere else, the pain disappeared at her touch, replaced magically by electric thrill of her touch. I moaned as she pushed her finger into my anus and slowly pushed in and out. I bent a little to giver her easier access. I felt a soft laugh from her lips on my skin and I moaned again. Her other hand trailed across my belly, ending the pain of hunger I'd had for days, then it slid up and cupped first one breast and then the other. My master had bit me there frequently. I thought of them as places of hurt. But my goddess gently rolled my nipples, alternating between them, and my breath came faster and harder. "oh goddess" I whispered. "I am yours!" She bent down and took one teat into her mouth, sucking on it. I cried out, trying to keep quiet but unable. It felt so incredible. She released it for a moment. "Yes, you are mine. Body and soul. Do you like being my servent?" My mind was insensate. I could barely form words. But I nodded, managing, "Yes… oh yes…" She lingered on my breasts for a long time, sucking both on my nipples and on the flesh all over, covering every centimeter of each one, all the while, her finger slowly moving in and out of my ass. My sex was dripping from the experience, I could feel it running onto my thigh. At long last she abandoned my tits and moved down across my belly, her lips and tongue touching and love me. She drove her tongue into my belly button. I gasped, unaware that it could be so sensitive. Then she moved on, trailing lower. She finally removed her finger from my back side, with one last caress of my cheeks. She bad me to lean against the wall and bend my knees. I obeyed, thrilled to do anything my goddess asked. She gently separated her knees and brought her face to my groin. "You have prepared a feast for you goddess," she said. I didn't understand, and I was about to ask until I felt her face directly on my sex, her mouth sucking on my sensitive folds. "Oh goddess!" I shouted, my hand resting in the platinum strings of hair. "Oh goddess! Oh goddess!" One of her hands drew circles and curves on my belly. With her other hand she flicked my clitoris. I almost collapsed right then, but I managed remain standing – it was what my goddess wanted and my only desire was to give it to her. A moment later I felt something softly touching my thigh. I looked down to see her tail wrap around my leg and ascend to my back side. Slowly, gently, it took over the job her finger had been doing. It pushed into my ass and kept going. I felt it writhing inside me, going much deeper than the length of her finger, deeper than my father's cock, until it seemed to fill me. I couldn't keep silent, and a constant groaning, moaning, and wailing of pleasure escaped my throat. My volume increased as her tongue entered my sex. It seemed impossibly big, sweeling to fill my pussy entirely. I called out for my lover, my goddess, over and over. Until I exploded. That's how it felt. It was like every particle of matter in the world collapsed into one point in my lower belly, and then suddenly expanding, tickling every nerve in my body. I shook and wailed for what seemed like hours as her tongue, fingers, and tail pushed me further into the climax. I had my first orgasm. I loved and adored my goddess. She stood and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my sex on her lips and tongue, and I devoured it. She put a hand on my chest and separated us for a moment. She placed her other finger down in her crotch, penetrating herself this time. I saw her eyes flicker with pleasure for a moment, before she brought her hand back out. She touched my lips with her fingers, and I eagerly opened my mouth and sucked her fingers. She did not taste the same as me, and I could feel a coil in my belly tightening again, I wanted more. I started to lower myself to taste her directly, but she stopped me, and then indicated behind her. My screams of pleasure had brought the jailer. I had feared him when he raped me, but I no longer held any fear. My beloved goddess rose and approached him. She ran her finger over his cheek, his chin, his neck. She worked her hand down to his pants and smoothly removed them. The jailer stood there, in awe. I could see he loved my goddess too. His cock was engorged and hard. My goddess stroked it a few times with her hand, eliciting incoherent moans from the jailer. Then she knelt before him and took him in her mouth, slowly working it until her lips touched the skin at the base. Then her teeth sunk into his flesh, and jerking her head to the side, she tear ripped his member from his body. Blood was instantly every where. Over her body, the floor, her face. He fell to the floor. Surprisingly, he didn't scream, but merely whimpered as my goddess bent down to drink the blood as it emerged from his body. A moment later she rose and beckoned me closer. "You've tasted me, now taste my sacrifice, and we will be one." I moved closer, wrapped my arms around her naked flesh, and lapped blood from her face and neck. I worked my way down till her body was clean, and I had swallowed all the blood. She praised me, and that made me feel even better. I wanted her again. I wanted nothing but her for eternity. "You will get more, my little one. Now it is time to leave." She led me from the prison, lifted me and flew into the air, heading for the snowy Alps nearby.

Chapter 1 - Date night

A few months had passed since Robin, Raven, and Starfire started their unique relationship. Raven would sneak into Robin's room whenever she needed him, similar to how she used meditation to control her other emotions, she would use him to control her lust. She preferred to do so when Starfire was out and everyone else was asleep. Starfire however, being Tamaranean, loved the idea of her partner and lover dominating other people. Even though she was many times stronger than Dick, she loved being submissive to him. She saw his intimacy with Raven as a sign of strength, for him and for their relationship. As for Robin, he knew he loved Kori and cared deeply for Raven, beyond that what they asked him to be for them, and to do to them, was a way he showed he appreciated them.  And over the past few weeks, their little affair had been more frequent than usual, Cyborg was usually in his shop building a new motorcycle as well as occasionally slipping out to meet some girl named Karen, and Beast Boy was trying to impress Terra and sometimes find her when she'd go missing. So, the love birds had the tower to themselves most of the time. Something Starfire was counting on for a special date she had planned. Raven had never been on a date with them before and while Star knew Robin nor Raven would ask themselves for fear of being too forward, hilarious given the start and continuation of their relationship, she also knew that Raven sometimes needed more than physical release.    It was the early afternoon when she decided she would let Robin know about the date. She opened the door to Robin's room as he was working out, she stopped in the doorway to admire the view.  Robin stopped doing chin-ups, "Hey Star, what's up?" "Please friend Robin, continue your working of the out." She paused hoping he would get back to it but he was just wiping sweat off his face. She continued, "Tonight is up, I rented a movie and would like to have a night of dates." "That's great, Star, what movie?" "I would prefer it be surprising but, the movie is not all." "Oh?" Starfire smiled brightly, "I would like Raven to watch the movie with us." Robin's face changed to a puzzled look, "So it's that kind of date." Starfire started floating in place, giddy with excitement, "Oh, almost definitely yes, but I would also like to mention that Raven seems the lonely." Robin stepped closer to her, putting arms around her waist, which was almost at shoulder height, "Kori, are you sure about this? She doesn't seem like the type to pursue a serious relationship." Star's voice got softer, slightly more seriously, "I am prepared for her rejection but I also think this, casualty, can help her being serious with relationships in the future even if it's not our own." Robin took several seconds to think and one more to realize, "Star I think you mean casualness." A big smile crept across his face. Star descended to touch the ground while a soft laughter escaped her mouth, "Oh, of course, Earth languages are still very strange." "Well, I would help her out if she thinks she needs it ... you are gonna as her, right?" Star hugged him tightly, "Thank you, boyfriend Robin!" *** A few hours later after she worked up the nerve, Starfire knocked hesitantly on Raven's door, worried that Raven would interrupt her invitation as merely a request to have sex, especially because after the first time, she was rarely there to watch Raven and her boyfriend. Raven was taking a while to answer the door, something Starfire was used to. As Raven opened the door Star jumped with surprise.  "Friend Raven!" Raven looked up at her, sometimes she'd forget how tell Kori is, "Oh hi Star." They both looked at each other for a moment, Star unable to determine how she wanted to proceed. "Have you been enjoying the sex with my boyfriend?" Starfire juxtaposed this rather aggressive question with genuine curiosity and kindness. "Uh ... Star do you not want me to do that anymore?" "Oh no friend Raven, please, continue to do so until you get sleepy." Even for Starfire, her tone of voice was a little to cheerful to being saying such things. "Umm okay, is th-" "Would you enjoy watching a movie with Robin and I?" Starfire rushed through.  Raven opened her mouth to speak, paused and blushed before responding, "Wouldn't Vic or Gar like to come?" Feigning ignorance. Star looked down at her more intensely, "No, just you, Raven." "Like a date ... or?" "Yes, friend Raven, I have noticed do you seeming troubled lately and want-" Raven interrupted her, probably to avoid having to talk to Starfire about something embarrassing, "Sure, see you in the common room in an hour." Raven then shut the door, trying to hide blushing so hard. Starfire wondered if that was normally how people agreed to go on dates here, but was none the less overjoyed that her friend agreed to a date with her and her boyfriend. *** Starfire had placed candles around the now dark common room, and two bowls of popcorn on the table, one with butter for her dates and one with pickle juice for her. Robin was already on the couch wearing a red button up with black slacks that he knew Star loved. Starfire was 'pacing' around the couch floating through the air in a dress version of her normal attire, even though it showed less skin it made her look even more well endowed. Raven walked in wearing her normal cloak, clasped at the top and chest, and a skirt. Starfire flew over and gave her a rather strong hug. Robin spoke up to stop Star from crushing her, "Hey Raven, glad you could join us." Star let go and floated by her on her way to the couch, "Yes, much joy will be had tonight!" She took her place on the opposite side of Dick, "The presentation featured is 'Wicked scary 2: Scarily Wicked.'" "Woah, hope we still have our brains at the end of the night," Robin joked.  *** After the first jump scare Raven put her head on Robin's shoulder, whenever he got scared he held her a little closer.  About halfway through the movie as the main character was walking down to the basement Raven noted, "Robin are you shaking?" Robin blushed and looked to Kori, who kissed him, deciding that they needed a distraction from the movie. As they kissed Raven looked up from Robin's shoulder, in the past it would have made her jealous but now there was a calm sort of lust. Lust that didn't demand to be paid attention to, patient, peaceful. After Kori and Dick broke away from each other, Raven grabbed him and kissed him almost like she was trying to show Star how it was done, even though she was undoubtedly the worse kisser. She laid a hand on Robin's pants, almost nervous to do it in front of Star, she began to shyly rub. Starfire was not much for foreplay but she since she didn't want to interrupt them she decided to pull up her dress a bit and touch herself while they got more comfortable. Robin reached under Raven's cloak and grabbed her ass through her tiny skirt, she responded by rubbing faster. He managed to unclasp her cloak, leaving her in just a skirt. She let out a moan that caused Starfire to slide down her panties and speed up her finger movements. Robin lifted Raven's waist and placed her legs on either side of him, moving a hand up to her breast.  After Raven grinded on her boyfriend for a long enough period of time to be frustrating Star requested, "Could you do the fucking now?" Robin couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Raven turn bright red again. Raven stood up to undress as Star helped Robin out of his clothes. Raven straddled Robin again, Star helped guide her onto Robin's cock. Even with all the grinding she had to start slow, rising and falling just enough to cause her breasts to subtlety bounce. Star put Robin's hands on Raven's ass before standing up and undressing to join them naked. She knelt between Robin's legs, just below Raven's ass and started to lick his balls. This cause Robin to start thrusting towards her, going deeper into Raven in the process.  It wasn't long until the slaps of Raven's ass and the sounds of fast sex drowned out the screams and music of the movie. Raven felt the calm lust transform into the fast-paced, all consuming, 'my fingers are gonna be sore tomorrow' lust she was used to, she was almost jumping up and down his dick as her mouth widened and she came close to orgasm. Starfire was contently licking away at Robin spreading Raven's ass with her hands, a sort of eye of the storm calm was around her, loud ball-slapping sex above her, terrible screams behind her, she felt ecstatic. Robin was enjoying watching Raven's breast bounce vigorously, one hand on Raven's waist helping her down the other on Kori's head. Raven's orgasm stopped her at the hilt of Dick, Star stopped licking and pushed her into him, as if to try and trap her in bliss. Robin thrusted slowly, trying to reach his own without interrupting Raven's. As Raven slowly sped back up, Dick came inside her. They laid there a second as the mess dripped, some onto the couch, the rest onto Star's face. When Raven lifted herself more of Robin's cum fell to Starfire to lick up. After a moment of rest, Star, ever impatient spoke up, "My turn, Raven down here, clean him." Raven obeyed after remembering she was there, as Raven started licking and softly sucking cum off Robin's lap, Star stood up on the couch, turned to face the TV bent over so that Robin could lick her as she did him. She helpfully guided Raven to where she missed spots and given how much she loved seeing Raven bouncing on her boyfriend cock she came quickly, and hard.  As they laid there the movie credits rolled, heavy breath slowly changed to the warmness of post sex bliss. 

Chapter 2 - R&R

Contains Cheating Play *** Raven was ripped from meditation by a knock on her door.   It'd had been about a month since the last time her and Robin had sex, a busy month for the tower. She had noticed, however, Robin would pass her room to get to Star's almost every night. She wasn't overly confident on the terms of their relationship and never tried for Robin when he was otherwise occupied, and lately she was wanted him more every time she heard him pass.  She did a lot of meditation this month.   Robin had never initiated their affairs, assumingly as to let her decide when they did something. Also it wasn't as if he was starved for it, she knew that him and Star were in sync with each other. Raven lowered herself to the floor and walked towards the door, assuming the knock was Robin since it was calm and not metallic sounding, her heart beat fast for someone just coming out of meditation.  She opened the door wide, expecting there to be two people who needed to be let in. "May I come in?" Robin smiled at her. "I-Yes, you may." Raven moved aside despite there being plenty of space from the awkward handling of the door. Robin walked in, perused various object in the dark room, and started pretending to read the spine of a book in a language no one knew. Raven coughed. "So ... Did you need something?" Robin walked around the room some more, "I was thinking, tonight is our first quiet night in a while, figured I'd check in on the team." Raven paused, not knowing if he was serious. "Oh really? Then how are the others doing?" "Fine, yeah, they're all doing well." Robin said, coyly playing with Raven. Robin moved over to Raven's bed and laid back, feigning exhaustion, "I'm so tired, think I'll sleep here tonight." Raven moved closer, stood over him, trying to play along. "Oh poor Robin, I guess I need to check on you." She climbed on top of him, trying a little too hard to be sexy. She straddled him and continued, "You okay?" "Sure, you know, things are a little hard right now." Raven rolled her eyes so hard her entire head moved with them. "Do you need me to get Starfire? Surely your girlfriend would take care of you if you're in distress." They both giggled, Robin more than Raven. Raven started grinding on him softly. The tone in the room gets a tad more serious. "Where's Starfire?" Raven asked, trying to hide the somberness in her voice. "I could get her if you'd be more comfortable." Robin spoke sweetly, still a daring playfulness in his voice. "No, no, I'm okay." Raven's slow grinding was strangely calming for both of them.  "It's just why aren't you..." Raven trailed off.  "Raven, I came here to see you, not to get off." "So you don't want-"  "Well, I am not gonna stop you." Robin laughed warmly, Raven smiled at him and bent down to kiss him. As they kissed, Raven started to take off Robin's shirt, and went a little faster with her hips.  They broke from the kiss as Robin grabbed her hips, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Robin wasn't done teasing her yet. "Oh, and you aren't?" She put a finger on his dick which had come out of his pants. "I'm just saying maybe you don't even need me to fuck you, since you seem content now." "I know what you're trying to do but I'm not gonna beg." Raven sighed partly from pleasure, partly to show Robin she was fine where she was. "Works for me, I mean what would my girlfriend say if she found out I fucked you?"  Raven stopped grinding. Robin was almost scared he went too far but heard a load moan, "Oh please, Dick, fuck me. I need you!" Raven could no longer tell if that was part of her messing with Dick but it was real fun to say.  "I don't know, Raven. We could get into so much trouble. What would the others think?" Raven briefly lifted herself and took off her leotard, and knelt at Robin's feet. She began rubbing her hand along his length, "You don't know how much I need this, you feel so good." "Maybe you should go ask Star for permission?" Robin knew that Raven would never do, well maybe if she had to, but it was fun to imagine. Raven responded by taking off Robin's pants and licking his cock's full length. "Oh, okay, I'll fuck you." Robin stood up, lifted Raven, and entered her just fast enough to shock her. After all that begging, Raven couldn't help but lean into it and drove her hips further onto him. She put her arms around him and braced herself for his entire length. Robin felt the cue and bought Raven as far as she could go slowly and stayed there for a moment. Raven opened her mouth to moan but only her tongue came out. Robin lifted her slowly, she felt the anticipation rise again, she held on tight as she bought herself to him this time. They both slowly sped up to the point where the sounds had to pauses and the room filled with moans and the occasional slap. After some time, Robin laid back on the bed with Raven still on him and started thrusting upward. Raven lifted herself in response, trying not to unmount him during her orgasm. Right after Raven was done Robin came inside her.  They laid there, panting. Breathlessly, Raven joked, "Maybe I should get Star, to clean up."

Chapter 4 - S1, EP4 - Xia Brookside & Millie McKenzie

As Xia is still sitting in my lap with my cock buried deep inside of her pussy, we both look around at the door as it begins to open, unsure of who is about to catch us in the act. “Um hey Xia, I know you’re in there and was just wondering if you have a spare hair tie? I left mine at the hotel and my match is on first tonight?” The voice says as they walk into the room. It’s at moment both me and Xia see NXT UK’s youngest Superstar, Millie McKenzie walk in to the locker room. Millie then completely freezes herself as she shuts the door behind her and looks at the scene in front of her. That scene being myself, along with a completely naked Xia Brookside sat in my lap with my hard cock buried into her pussy. Millie seems to be at a complete loss for words as she looks at us sitting on the locker room bench, until I speak up. “Hey there Millie, don’t mind us, I guess I was just getting to know Xia better. Well in fact, it was her idea, why don’t you ask her.” I look at Millie before turning my attention back to Xia who has a small grin on her beautiful face. “Yea, he’s right, in fact Millie, this is Lewis Adams, you know the new Backstage Interviewer, the one Jinny was talking about this morning.” Xia says with a smile as she hasn’t gotten off my cock yet, it is still buried in her pussy as she continues talking to Millie. “Anyway, I saw him walking past the locker room not too long ago and invited him in, because I knew the other girls were at that meeting with Hunter, I guess you weren’t huh.” Xia smiles as she starts to slowly move in my lap, which results in her pussy grinding up and down on my cock, causing us both to moan slightly as we look at Millie, who is still standing in complete shock at the scene in front of her. “Plus, I had some time between now and the taping later that I couldn’t say no to Xia, so one thing led to another, we got talking about what Jinny was saying. To cut all this short, Xia wanted to see if she was telling the truth, so I started to show. That’s then when you walked in.” I said as Xia continued to grind her pussy onto my cock as I kept looking over her shoulder at Millie who still hadn’t moved from her spot near the closed door. However then she started to make her way over to where we were sitting before stopping and starting to really look at the scene in front of her. Millie then finally smiled at us before speaking, “Well I do remember Jinny mentioning you Lewis and she did have a huge smile on her face when talking about you.” Millie then sits next to me on the bench as she looks up at Xia’s naked body as she’s still grinding down on my cock moaning in the process and starting to not care that we have now been joined by Millie McKenzie in the Locker Room. Millie then continues speaking, “so how about I let Xia finished what she started, however, just know this, I want a piece of the action as well. I might only be young, but that doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced.” Millie then smiles as she rubs my chest. It seemed like that was all Xia needed to hear because as soon as does words left Millie’s mouth, she resumed bouncing on my cock at the same tempo as she did before Millie entered the locker room. I start to moan myself as does Xia who is now really bouncing up and down on my cock taking it as deep as possible into her extremely wet pussy. I can hear her asscheeks slapping down against my thighs as she rides me at an incredible pace. “Mmmmmm ohhhhh Lewis, mmmmmm my god that feels so good. Mmmmmmm and now it looks like we have an audience.” Xia moans out as she looks next to me at Millie and smiles before looking back and winking while still bouncing on my cock. “Ohhhhh we do have an audience and I have no problem performing in front of an audience either.” I say as I continue to moan while watching as Xia’s perky rounded tits bounce on her chest as she continues to ride me. I then look over at Millie and notice that she has slid a hand down into her shorts and is quite clearly rubbing her pussy as she moans but of course those moans are drowned out by those of Xia as she’s still riding my cock. I soon decide to take over from Xia as it place my hands firmly onto her hips almost preventing her from bouncing up and down, before starting to move my own hips and propel my cock upwards into her pussy. I’m now fully in control of Xia and I hear her moan even more as her head falls backwards with more moans escaping her lips as I continue to pop my hips driving up inside her pussy even more. “Mmmmmm just thought I’d give you a break Xia, mmmmm and it looks like it’s what you needed and wanted as well huh?” I say as I continue fucking her pussy even harder and watching as her tits are moving up and down on her chest due to the sharp thrusts I’m doing deep inside her. Meanwhile as I’m thrusting up inside of Xia’s super tight and wet pussy, right next to me, Millie is still watching everything we both do as her hand is still buried deep within her shorts. Millie is still moaning softly at the action right in front of her as her hand is brushing against her pussy lips and clit. She’s obviously getting more and more hornier the longer she watches the show me and Xia are putting on in front of her. Xia looks over and see’s Millie rubbing her pussy and then back at me as the 19 Year Old continues to moan incredibly loud as she feels me driving my cock up into her pussy. Xia places her hands onto her tits and squeezes them tightly while her body is propelled upwards due to the force of my upwards thrusts into her pussy. However as I’m really starting to get into my stride, Xia says, “Mmmmmm ohhhh pull out and let me lay down, mmmm I want to really feel that cock inside of me.” Since entering the locker room, I had already said I was willing to do just what Xia had asked, so of course, this was no different. I slowed down my thrusts before coming to a complete stop and allowed Xia to climb off my cock, which had now been covered in her pussy juices. Xia gave a smile to Millie sitting next to me who was sitting rubbing her pussy. Millie’s eyes seem to go even wider than when she first entered as she now takes a look at my large cock standing at it’s full length for the first time. “Oh wow, it’s even bigger than I expected it to be.” Millie says which makes me smile. However as Millie is clearly eyeing up my cock, Xia has moved to lay down on the floor of the locker room and is spreading her legs, giving me an even better view of her pussy. I quickly stand up and walk towards the NXT UK High Flyer and kneel down between her legs. “You better plan on giving me the best you have, because I want to be cumming just like Jinny and Kelly were.” Xia says and not one to let her down, I position my cock directly with her pussy and begin to push it inside causing Xia to start moaning again. “Ohhhhh there we go Lewis, mmmmm push that deep inside there and no need to go slow. Mmmmmmm I just want to be fucked extremely hard.” Xia looks up at me and says as she starts to moan as I do just as instructed and start to fuck her nice and hard using the same amount of speed as I did when she was sitting on my lap just moments before. I then grab her legs keeping them spread out wide and watch her body move along the locker room floor as I’m going deeper and deeper inside of pussy. Behind me, Millie has stood up from the bench, obviously wanting to get a better look of what was happening on the floor of the locker room. Millie then peels off her shirt and lowers her shorts down and is standing in a sports bra and panties. Millie continues to watch as I fuck Xia even harder and going as deep as I can inside of her pussy. Her eyes are locked onto Xia’s moving body and bouncing tits before looking back at me as I’m using almost all of my strength to pound Xia. Millie then proceeds to take off her sports bra dropping it to the floor and then pulling down her panties leaving Millie standing completely naked behind me. I’m unaware of what Millie has done, however that soon changes when Xia sees Millie standing naked behind me and smirks while still moaning. As I continue to thrust into Xia’s pussy even harder and deeper, I turn around and see Millie’s completely naked body and can’t help but be impressed with what I see. “Mmmmmmm ohhhhhh god, mmmmm looks like Millie couldn’t help herself, you just had to get naked huh while watching me get fucked.” Xia giggles while moaning as her body continues to move on the floor as I’m fucking her. “Well I was getting far too hot sitting there in clothes, besides, I couldn’t possibly be wearing clothes with what I’m about to do.” Millie says which slightly confuses both me and Xia, however what she means is soon brought to our attention. Millie walks over and lowers herself down and sits directly on Xia’s face, which causes me to smile. Xia wasn’t expecting that to happen and now her moans are muffled as the 18 Year Old NXT UK Superstar is sitting on her face. “What are you waiting for Xia, I think it’s time you dined out and ate my pussy while Lewis makes you finish. Then that way, I’ll be ready for when he fucks me.” Millie says who is clearly driven by lust and horniness at this point starts to move herself on Xia’s pretty face. Xia now lifts her head slightly, placing her hands on Millie’s thighs and starts to lick at Millie’s pussy which is already wet at this point after her little viewing session. Millie now begins to moan as she feels her pussy being eaten by Xia. I’m not quite sure how all this has happened, however I just continue to fuck Xia. “Mmmmmm Millie, how good is she with her mouth, I found that out earlier when she was sucking my cock, she’s really good isn’t she.” I say as I watch Millie nod her head while continuing to moan as Xia is eating her out. I however just focus on my part in all of this and that is to give Xia the orgasm of her young life and I know I’m close, especially with Millie now sitting on her face. I keep a firm grip of Xia’s legs, making sure they’re spread wide and I continue to fuck Xia hard and deep watching my cock disappear and then reappear again. I can feel her pussy juices continuing to flow onto my cock as it goes deep inside her. “Ohhhhhh Xia, mmmmm fuck that’s it, eat my pussy, mmmmm eat it real good. Make it extremely wet so I’m ready to take all of Lewis’ cock inside of it soon.” Millie continues to moan as she encourages Xia below her to eat her out even more. Xia obliges and starts to push her tongue up into Millie’s pussy and starts to explore it while moving her body to push it back against me as I fuck her. Xia’s hands move from Millie’s thighs to her ass which she starts to grope while still being able to bury her tongue deep inside of her pussy. I’m now trying my best not to cum as I watch the scene unfold in front of me, but I am and now I’m really pounding into Xia’s pussy probably the hardest she’s ever felt. I’m soon rewarded though as a long and loud muffled moan escapes from underneath Millie and soon I begin to feel Xia’s pussy almost explode and cum starts to flood onto my cock. I feel her pussy pouring cum out and Xia is no doubt having the greatest orgasm of her life. “Ohhhhh there we go Xia, mmmmm just like you wanted huh. I told you Jinny wasn’t lying when she said I fuck people amazingly.” I smirk rather smugly knowing what I just said to be 100% truthful. I start to slow down with my thrusts as I let Xia continue to cum all over my cock. “Ohhhh wow, it looks like she really needed that. Mmmmmm but Xia, that better not take anything away from what you’re doing to me. I still want to feel that tongue deep in my pussy.” Millie winks at me and once I know Xia is spent, I pull out and sit back on the bench watching. Xia stops for a moment but it’s only briefly as I see her begin to start moving her tongue around inside of Millie’s pussy again. Millie feels it as well as she moans out even louder and starts to rock back and forth on Xia’s face feeling her pussy getting eaten out once again. “Ohhhh yea, mmmmmm fuck Xia, mmmmmm god, Lewis was right, that mouth is something special. Ohhhhhh yea, mmmmm my god Xia.” Millie continues to moan even louder as she starts to squeeze her tits while rocking back and forth on Xia’s face. Millie then looks over at me and smiles as she see’s me casually stroking my cock, getting ready for the moment I get to fuck her. Eventually, Xia removes her tongue from Millie’s pussy and gives her clit a lick while licking her pussy lips one last time before Millie gets up off Xia’s face. Xia is laying on the ground now catching her breath as she watches Millie stand up before looking at me and smiles. “Mmmm wow, looks like I made a great decision inviting you in here Lewis, not to mention I finally got a taste of Millie’s tasty pussy as well.” Xia then gets up and walks over to the bench and sits down next to me and strokes my cock which results on her own pussy juices passing onto Xia’s hand. Xia then licks her hand and licks the juices off of it. “My pussy is wet enough, so Lewis, how about you bring that monster over to me and give me the fucking we both know I need and want.” Millie says before she now lays herself down on the floor of the locker room and spreads her legs, almost inviting me to fuck her, similar to what Xia just did a moment ago. Of course, I’m going to take Millie up on that invite. Once again, I get down onto the locker room floor before pushing my cock inside of her pussy and I soon realise just how tight Millie’s pussy actually is. “Mmmmm damn Millie, this is such a tight pussy. Ohhhhh but it’s alright just ask Xia, her’s was tight as well. Guess I’m going to have to stretch it out.” I say as I start to thrust more of cock into her pussy before starting to get down to business, that business being fucking the attractive 18 year-old NXT UK Superstar. Millie has a hold of her own legs keeping them spread wide for me as I continue to build up a decent tempo of fucking her pussy, making sure to loosen it up but still enjoying the tightness of it as it clamps down on my cock. “Ohhhhhh yea, mmmmm I really want it stretched out, mmmmm I didn’t know this was what I wanted when I arrived to the tapings today. Mmmmmm ohhhh but right now, it’s exactly what I want Lewis, mmmmmm oh yes it is!!” Millie’s moans are starting to increase in volume as she feels my cock going deeper inside of her. Millie then takes her hands away from her legs and instead uses them to squeeze and pinch at her own tits and nipples obviously adding to the pleasure she is now feeling. Millie looks over to her right and see’s Xia sat, still naked, on the locker room bench playing with her own tits watching as we both go at it down below her. “There’s something incredibly sexy about watching one of your best friends get fucked by the hunky new Interviewer. I think I need to do this more often, maybe at the next tapings in a few weeks.” Xia says which of course I hear, I don’t respond verbally as I’m more focused on fucking Millie’s tight pussy, however I look over to Xia and smile obviously agreeing to her proposition. My hands now grip onto Millie’s legs and just like I did to Xia, I spread them out wide as to get a great view of Millie’s pussy. As I do, I also see my cock going in & out of her pussy, clearly loosening it up to both of our pleasure. “Ohhhhhh fuck Lewis, mmmmmm fuck you’re gonna make me cum soon, but not yet, mmmmm ohhhhh fuck. I need to keep feeling that monster inside of me, mmmmm shit.” Millie says as her moans are increasing in volume every passing second as she keeps squeezing her tits. Her back now slowly begins to arch as I’m pounding my hard cock deep inside of her pussy. I know I’m close to climaxing, however I’m willing to hold out as long as Millie does. “Mmmmmmm mmmmmm ok, mmmmmm now I’m close, really really close. Mmmmmmm ohhhhhhh fuck!!” Millie moans out even more as clearly my latest efforts are about to send Millie over the edge. In fact, that is just what happens moments later as she arches her back once again and screams loudly before beginning to cum all over my cock. I feel her pussy cream flowing onto my cock, the second load I’ve felt in the space of a few minutes. I look over at Xia who smiles as she watches one of her best friends climax all over my cock. “Wow, that looks so sexy, I mean just look at Millie, cumming like that, looking like she needed that fucking.” Xia says as she watches Millie continue to cum all over my cock until eventually she starts to come down from the climax. Eventually I start to pull out and look to see my cock covered in Millie’s pussy juices as well as soon left over from Xia’s. I start to stand up and look at Millie below me and then Xia next to me. “So girls, I’m gonna need finishing off, who wants a taste or do you both want some?” I ask as Xia quickly comes over before Millie still quite shaky gets up onto her knees in front of me, joined by Xia. I know exactly what they both want, they want my cum and I’ll be happy to give it to them both. “Well, looks like you both want some and I’m not one to turn down a woman, let alone two.” I smile before starting to jerk off my cock looking down at both women below me. It doesn’t take me long before my cock starts to erupt with thick ropes of cum spraying out and covering the beautiful face of Xia Brookside. I then aim my cock over to Millie where my cum continues to erupt and sprays ropes of cum all over her face as well. Finally coming to a stop before I look down at both. “Mmmmmm that was just what we needed, right Millie?” Asks Xia as she starts to wipe the cum from her face and lick it off her fingers. “It was just what I needed, considering I didn’t know I wanted it when I arrived to the arena today.” Millie laughs as she follows Xia’s lead and starts to wipe the cum from her face followed by her fingers. I then quickly look at the clock and notice I need to be doing my Interviews soon, so I start to get changed into my suit. I look to see both Millie & Xia making out obviously swapping my cum between them both. “Well Ladies, I hate to have to leave you, both I have my job to get back to. But don’t worry, I’m sure this won’t be the last you see of me and I don’t just mean in the Interview area.” I laugh as I’m fully dressed and leave the Women’s Locker Room with a huge smile on my face. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * With a spring in my step and a smile on my face and having made my way back to the Interview area, I arrive just in time for my first Interview to begin. I stand waiting making the last minute preparations before seeing NXT UK’s High Flying Superstar Mark Andrews make his way to the area. “Hey buddy, you’re the new Interviewer right?” Andrews asks me with a smile on his face and the same enthusiasm you’d expect him to have giving the character he plays on TV. “Yes I am Mark, so I’ll start by asking you about your match against Eddie Dennis and I’ll let you take it from there ok?” I say as Mark nods his head and I’m cued in and ready to begin. “Ladies & Gentlemen, I’m here with Mark Andrews who tonight takes on someone he knows very well, Eddie Dennis. So Mark, how are you preparing differently for this Match tonight compared to previous battles with your fellow Welsh competitor?” I say as Mark listens while nodding. “Well it’s simple really, nothing changes. I know how good Eddie is and Eddie knows how good I am. I know what he can do and he knows what I can do. Yea, last time we met, he did beat me. However I’m using that as my motivation to overcome that setback last time. Eddie Dennis knows that once I start flying around the ring, nothing and no one can stop me. Then, once I’ve gotten past Eddie, I’m gonna climb the mountain and eventually get my shot at Pete Dunne.” Mark says with a smile before walking away and out of camera shot ending the Interview. “Alright Mark, that was great, no need for a redo either, that was just what we needed.” I say with a smile as Mark shakes my hand. “Well thanks a lot Lewis, I think you’re a natural at this, so if I need to do anymore of these, I’ll make sure it’s you interviewing me.” Mark says before walking away, leaving me standing there with a smile on my face, as if my ego didn’t need stroking anymore given the day I had, hearing I’m great at my job definitely helped. I stand waiting around for a few more minutes before I see Jinny make her way over the Interview area. Both me and Jinny flash a smile to each other, after our conversation earlier today, knowing that Jinny potentially likes me more than the other women in NXT UK do. “Hello there Lewis, fancy seeing you again huh. Right, so I hear I’m next for my Interview, so what do you need me to answer.” Jinny asks as I notice her getting closer to me, which of course I’m not going to complain about. Trying to remain professional, especially as I have a crew around me, I try to carry on with my job, even though I know Jinny is making it hard. “Ok, so when the camera’s start rolling, I’ll talk to you about the Tag Match later tonight when you team with Charlie Morgan to battle Toni Storm & “Killer” Kelly. Then maybe mention you’re more stylish than Rhea Ripley and that’s why you should be the face of the Women’s Division. Anyway, you know your gimmick better than I do, so I guess, just be yourself.” I laugh as Jinny nods her head still standing close to me. I then get the Interview to begin by counting down. “I’m standing by with The Fashionista of NXT UK, Jinny, who tonight teams with Charlie Morgan to take on Toni Storm & “Killer” Kelly. Jinny, what are your thoughts about teaming with Charlie and taking on Toni & Kelly tonight?” I say as the camera pans back showing Jinny stood next to me with a look of almost disgust on her face. “Well first of all, I never asked to team with Charlie Morgan tonight, that was decided on by Johnny Saint. However, I’m professional and I guess if I have to then I will, besides if she does what she’s told, then I’m sure we’ll win. As for my opponents, I know everyone in the NXT UK Universe just loves Toni & Kelly, well I don’t and I don’t care what they think either. Because after tonight, I’ll prove once again why I am The Fashionista, why I am better than the NXT UK’s favourites and why sooner rather than later, I’ll be taking that Championship away from Rhea Ripley and make the Championship much more stylish and be in much better hands.” Jinny smirks as she looks at the camera before being told the Interview is over. “So how was that Lewis, I don’t need to redo anything do I. If I did, it would mean spending more time with you.” Jinny smiled and I smiled back, happy with the flirty nature we’ve both built up around each other the last 24 hours. I look over at the producers who assure me everything went fine. “Nope, I think we’re good Jinny and good luck later tonight, don’t worry, I’ll be watching. Just, don’t hurt Kelly too much, right?” I grin as Jinny smiles before patting me on the shoulder before walking away from the Interview area. As I watch her go, I can’t help but feel a spark between myself and Jinny, which seems to be growing each passing minute I’m with her. I may have been with Kelly, Millie & Xia, but there is something about Jinny that I’m more drawn to. Whatever it is, I need to address it sooner rather than later. As these thoughts go through my head, my final Interview of the day arrives and I can’t help but smile as the ever charismatic and likeable Moustache Mountain, Trent Seven & Tyler Bate arrive at the interview area where Trent slaps me on the back and smiles. “Looks like they were right Tyler, this guy is rivalling you for being the most handsome man in NXT UK. No wonder Jinny never shut up about you on the bus this morning.” I suddenly realised just what Trent said, but then my ego perked up as I smile realising that I guess the other NXT UK Superstars know about what was said about me. “Don’t worry mate, your secret is safe with us, but remember this, clearly Jinny likes you and clearly the women of NXT UK like you. We won’t breath another word, so anyway, about the Interview, we talking about the NXT UK Tag Team Championship right?” Tyler says to me with a smile, clearly Moustache Mountain have taken a liking to me already, which is another great boost to my growing ego. “Yea, we’ll talk about the introduction of the Tag Titles and then maybe just call out a few NXT UK Tag Teams and mention you’ve already did it in NXT and now you’ll do it here as well.” I say, now starting to bring that professionalism back to the interview area, before getting the cue to start the interview. “As you saw last week, General Manager, Johnny Saint & Triple H announced the introduction of a brand new Championship to NXT UK, the NXT UK Tag Team Championships. My guests at this time are serious contenders to those Titles, Moustache Mountain.” Moustache Mountain then walk onto the Interview set, Tyler Bate to my left and Trent Seven to my right. “Tyler, Trent, how do you feel about the introduction of the new Titles to NXT UK?” I ask as both Seven & Bate look at each other. “How do we feel, did you hear that Trent, he’s asking us how we feel. Well, we feel great about the announcement, after all, it’s another Championship I can add to my resume here in NXT and the WWE. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t already won Tag Team gold in NXT, ain’t that right Trent?” Tyler Bate says as Trent Seven gives a little smile to the camera. “Spot on Tyler, we’ve already beaten The Undisputed Era for the NXT Tag Team Championships, so that means we can beat anyone here in NXT UK for the NXT UK Tag Team Championships. Whether that be The Coffey Brothers, whether it be The Grizzled Young Veterans or anyone else who decides to join forces. They need to realise to get those Titles, you come through us.” Trent Seven says before he and Tyler do the signature “Moustache Mountain Pose” as the interview comes to an end. “That was great, so there’s no need for a redo guys. That’ll fit seamlessly into whichever show the producers decide to put it into. Oh and by the way, thanks for keeping my little secret quiet, the last thing I need for management to know, especially as this is only my second day.” I say as I look at Moustache Mountain who both smile back. “Look, you are new and the women do like you around here. I have the same problem, but don’t worry, we’ll keep it quiet and let you get on with your business. Just remember what we said about Jinny though, ok?” Tyler Bate says as he pats me on the back, along with Trent Seven as both men leave. I stand there thinking for a few moments before leaving myself and heading out into the Arena, ready to watch some of the night’s matches. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As the tapings roll on, the match I’m most interested in is up next, Toni Storm & “Killer” Kelly vs Jinny & Charlie Morgan in tag team action. I make sure I’m not seen by the crowd, however it’s evident that both Jinny and Kelly have spotted me. Both flash me smiles which I reciprocate. I stand watching the match, still thinking about not only Jinny said to me herself, but also what Moustache Mountain said. However those thoughts disappeared as I quickly became too engrossed in the amazing Tag Match taking place before my eyes. I watch as Kelly levels Jinny with a number of stiff forearms before Morgan breaks it up. Then she does one of her signature dives to the outside, taking out Toni Storm. As the match is picking up pace, I’m unaware of someone approaching me from behind, I quickly realise as I feel an arm resting on my shoulder. That arm belonging to NXT UK Women’s Champion, Rhea Ripley. “I heard what they have both said about you. Plus, I saw you leave the Women’s Locker Room earlier tonight as well. Quite the reputation you have, but right now, you’re messing around with the women near the bottom of the card. How about spending time with the Champ, later tonight?” Rhea says as I turn to look at her seeing a smirk on her beautiful face. Unable to answer as it wasn’t a question I was expecting to hear. “No response huh, I’ll take that as a yes, so you better show up. Prove Jinny & Kelly right, hell if you don’t, maybe I’ll take it out on them in the ring at the next tapings, choice is yours, my room is 216, arrive whenever you want, I’ll be waiting.” Rhea says before heading to the backstage area. The Match then finishes with Toni Storm connecting with Storm Zero on Charlie Morgan before pinning her. I use this as my cue to leave the arena, I guess later tonight, I have a date with Rhea Ripley. She might be intimidating, but Rhea is hot and I love that Aussie accent. I guess today is ending on an even more positive note than I thought. 

Chapter 0 - The Beginning of a Loving Friendship

Despite not being from Earth, Starfire took to typical human relationship standards quite quickly. She knew that "friends that do the fucking" typically can do stuff like hold hands in public, hug or kiss in front of some people, and have sex in private. Starfire and Robin took advantage of the second norm often. While Robin was generally secretive about well, everything, he saw no harm in showing his affection for Starfire in The Tower's main room. After all, Raven had been in both of their heads, Cyborg loved to tease them, and Beast Boy rarely paid attention. Sometimes however, they took things a bit too far when the room was empty.  Robin had his hands under Starfire's skirt, his tongue in her mouth and his shirt on the couch. Raven had been watching for about a minute now, with her ability to go through walls and float, as well as the fact that Robin and Starfire were preoccupied, they hadn't noticed her enter behind them. Raven knew why she was watching but failed to think up a reason she couldn't look away. A mass of tangled emotions boiled in her head even though she had told herself that she had no right to the feelings of anger, jealousy, or lust that brewed every time she saw Robin forget about secrecy and feel Starfire up in the middle of their common room. If she could have placed her thoughts she could describe exactly what she wanted him to do to her, and it would be a whole lot more explicit than the vague sense of desire she felt at this moment.  Raven moaned a sigh of longing, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to be staring at her friends feeling each other up. Robin turned towards her while Starfire adjusted her skirt. "Raven," he coughed awkwardly, "Were you trying to use the TV?" Raven paused long enough for Starfire to interject, "Our apologies if you saw something you did not wish to see, we were carrying the away." Raven, still staring at what little of Robin's chest was visible, could not find the words to alleviate the discomfort, they didn't exist. So being as socially reserved as she was she just turned around and floated out of the room.  Sensing the mood slip away, Robin thought he'd get some extra sleep tonight. Starfire broke the silence as Robin put on his shirt. "Friend Raven seems ... troubled. Perhaps we should apologize."  Starfire knew why Raven was frustrated, even if Robin was more focused on whom the frustration was held.   "You're right, Star. We'll talk to her tomorrow." "I think tonight would be best for the making of the right." "If you're sure... I'll talk to her alone, she seemed to be more mad at me than you." Starfire smiled, assuming Robin had caught on. *** Robin approached Raven's door and knocked twice, hearing a shuffling on cloth followed by silence. Eventually, the door opened to reveal Raven red with embarrassment.  "Dick!" Raven said with belated surprise. "I know, I'm sorry we-" "It's your name, genius." For a moment Raven reverted to her smug self. "Oh ... well, may I come in?" Raven stood aside as Robin entered and the door closed behind him. "Star and I want-" Raven interrupted, "I'm so sorry, please don't think of me as a creep!" Robin was taken aback, "What? Raven, we were the ones making out on the couch-" "Robin stop, I know I'm the creep of the group, you don't have to pretend, I mean I was watching you two..." "Raven, you're not creepy ... If you were uncomfortable you should have told us before." "It's not discomfort, Robin." Raven takes pause. "I don't know what to do, I can usually handle my emotions but with you it's different. Every time I see you with Starfire it makes me so mad."  As Robin struggles with words and Raven squirms in place, Starfire's voice is heard from the door. "Friend Raven has Robin done the kissing yet?"  Robin turns around and opens the door to she Starfire with her ear pressed to it. Robin dumbfounded, "What?! What are you talking about?" "Robin, I thought it was obvious. Raven wishes to do the mating with you." Raven's face is the shade of Robin's shirt at this point. Robin replies for Raven, "But Star you and I are-" "Involved in a mating ritual in which we make love only with each other for an extended period of time. But Raven needs you. I would not get in the way of you helping a friend." Robin turns to Raven, "Are you sure you want this? Do you even know what you want me to do with you?" Raven manages to speak clearly, "Robin, I've wanted this for a long time, I'm sure. You can do whatever you want with me." "And that's okay, Star?"  "Of course, Robin, I'd love watching you lay the pipe."  Before anyone can ask what to do next, Starfire begins by opening Robin's pants, letting his cock pop out. Raven stares, this time without guilt.  Robin, sensing Raven wishing him to take control, issues a command: "On your knees." Raven obeys happily. Starfire reaching around Robin, takes him in hand and as Robin gets fully erect she giddily tells Raven, "Lick!" Raven licks the head of Robin's cock and Starfire jacks him off slowly, slapping it on Raven's tongue. Raven takes some initiative and wraps her mouth around Robin's dick. As Raven begins to suck slowly Starfire crosses them and gets behind Raven, removing her cloak and exploring her body with a soft touch.  Starfire begins to push gently against Raven's back allowing Raven to take about a quarter of Robin's length. Raven breathes deeply as if allowing herself to finally relax after waiting for this for so long. Starfire removes the rest of Raven's clothes and caresses her breasts. When Starfire notices Raven seemingly stagnant at the fraction of Robin's length, she pulls on Raven's nipples, forcing her farther into Robin.  Raven tries to get the rest of the way down to no avail, she lacks any practice and managed to get this far purely out of desire and help from her very strong friend. Seeing this adorable display of effort, Robin and Starfire grab the back of her head, causing her to moan. "Friend Raven, are you prepared?" Raven answers with a tiny moan, equal parts affirmative, excitement, and terror. The Tamaranean pushes hard on Raven's head bringing her to the hilt of Robin's cock. Raven's breathing became shallow and rapid, clearly edging towards orgasm. Starfire reached down with amazing tenderness given the force she just put on Raven's head and helped Raven cum. Starfire looks up at Robin, smiling both out of genuine happiness and deprived lust. After her breathing slowed again, Raven seemed determined to show Robin what she could do, pulling away from the base of Robin's cock and slowly going back in, trying to avoid gagging. "Oh, friend Raven, that is no way to serve. You must be ferocious, here, let me assist you!" Starfire said with such glee, you'd think she was the one getting sucked on. Raven responded with a worried and exhilarated whimper. Robin guided Raven's head while Starfire forced it to take Robin's entire length over and over. Raven, overwhelmed by lust, feels time slow as she is shoved on her friend's massive dick.  Starfire sees the tell-tale sign of Robin hitting his limit and stops facefucking Raven with her boyfriend's cock. She pulls her off of him and begins to rub his length faster than she pushed Raven's head down, Robin explodes over primarily Raven's face, almost covering her. Starfire, not one to waste her lover's cum, licks Raven's face clean. They decide to get some rest as this was clearly the beginning of a loving relationship.

Chapter 0 - A lord... A master

What felt like a sunny afternoon was quiet and peaceful. The windows of the room open to add ambience and curtains pulled back for extra lighting. On a rather large long chair Albedo laid sprawled out on her back in the nude except for a frilled silk and leather collar with a small bell. Her head comfortable against the leg of Citrinitas who sat next to her reading a book. She purred happily as a hand from the man pets her head playing with her hair, some strands of hair gilding through his fingers. Perfectly happy in her headspace. Being a lord was not a problem for Albedo,  leadership and taking charge of many things came naturally to her. And she would crush anyone under her heel if they dared to challenge her with ease. But no one ever thinks that a lord such as her would become drained of energy from all her work. This is where she sought to relieve her stress,  by throwing her authority and sense to duty to the wind and placing her trust in Citrinitas to aid her in rejuvenating energy. Hiding away with him in his lounge room acting like a pet. Citrinitas would look away from his book and moved his hand from petting Albedo's hair to her stomach. Gently he brings his palm down just enough to create the sensation of touch with Albedo, watching her suck in her stomach he brushed his finger tips up to her chest cupping a breast. Letting his thumb rub the nipple with care he hears Albedo hum in response. "Someone is happy," Citrinitas speaks up closing the book he was holding setting it aside. "It's such a nice thing to see when my girl is happy." Citrinitas would take his now free hand and apply the same actions to Albedo's other breast. Now lightly pinching the nipples and twisting them. "Let's add another accessory, hm?" Citrinitas would ask. Albedo giggles and nods her head. "Yes please." Albedo responds. "Good girl." Citrinitas pries his hands off her breasts and reaches into a pocket pulling out clamps with a small chain connecting to them while Albedo brings herself up, turning to face him presenting her chest with pride. Citrinitas would bring the clamps up to her nipples and have them latch down on them earning a little delighted squeak from Albedo. A finger from Citrinitas's hand curls around the chain and tugs on it as he brings his porcelain face closer to hers. "You let me know when these start causing discomfort. Got it?" "Mm, yes sir." Albedo hums. Citrinitas releases the chain but not before giving it one last good pull to bring both of his hands up, cupping Albedo's face rubbing her porcelain cheeks while tussling her hair a bit. "That's my good girl. So polite and obedient. My precious girl, yes you are." Citrinitas says playfully. Albedo let's out gentle laughs bouncing with the use of her hands pushing herself up a little. Moving her head seeking to try and kiss Citrinitas's face like a dog would every time he would bring his face upward to kiss her forehead, pawing at him when he pulls away. Citrinitas grabbed her hands and brings them close. "Who's my good girl?" He asked sweetly. "I am!" Albedo exclaimed happily trying to jump onto Citrinitas. Citrinitas gently pushing her back continues. "That's right, and my precious girl wants walkies doesn't she?" Albedo wiggles in excitement. "Yes sir!" "Good girl, very good girl." Citrinitas released her hands and gets up from the long chair adjusting his rather puffy shirt, turning to Albedo he pats his leg signaling her to come to his side. Albedo sliding off the long chair gets on all fours easily, stretching out for a quick second she joins Citrinitas's side having her head pat when she does. She pushes her head into the pats nuzzling his hand and begins to follow as he walks. Together they walk out of the lounge room and down the halls, Citrinitas's bed chambers being the destination. As they walk, members of Citrinitas's court pass by at times adverting their eyes as they were told to do so. For last time someone met eyes with them they were met with a bit too much judgement, which in turn caused Albedo to snap out of her headspace. Needless to say the poor soul did not walk away without injury. Finally they reach his bed chambers. Opening the doors Citrinitas would walk in first, Albedo coming in second prancing in happiness. Closing them he watches his lovely pet run around the room, bending down as she runs back to give a quick kiss on her forehead. Standing up straight he walks over to a small table that had been set by the bedside, Albedo following and jumping up on the bed. Albedo observes the contents on the table. Oils, a spirit lamp, a small dish with a holder, and plug meant for ones backside. She would then watch Citrinitas pour some of the oils into a small dish when she sensed a numbing sensation on her breasts. she paws at him for his attention letting out a little whine. "What is it my precious girl?" Citrinitas asks looking towards Albedo. Showing her chest Albedo speaks up. "They're starting to feel uncomfortable, sir.." "Oh?" Citrinitas responded putting the oils down. "Let's take them off then." Citrinitas would apply pressure to the clamps releasing their grip on her nipples and pull them away, tapping her on the nose afterwards. "Good girl, you told me when they started causing discomfort." He says setting the clamps on the table. "Now, time for you to do something for me.. turn around." Albedo sees Citrinitas grab the plug and does as told. Being a little taller than him she adjusted down the arch of her back just enough to allow easy access all while being comfortable with her position. She sighs at the feeling of her ass being grabbed, a hand firmly rubbing and squeezing at it from one side to the other. Light swatting following suit the hand spreads one side apart, she then feels the plug gently glide against the entrance of her ass. The cool sensation from the smooth metal sending her bucking a in response. "Feels good don't it? You're going to have this put inside you, understand?" Citrinitas says directly to her. "Yes.. sir." Albedo says exhaling after. "Good girl.." Citrinitas would drag the plug away and trade it for the oils, pouring some of it slowly just above the entrance. Letting it drip down enough he puts the bottle to the side and begins to slide a finger in, thrusting it to loosen up Albedo and prepare her for the plug. Albedo hums focusing on the feeling of his finger moving inside her, her lower half starting to erect and inner thighs feeling a wet sensation slowly coming down her leg. She eases into it and relaxes with her head and shoulders dropping down. Citrinitas finds pleasure in seeing Albedo melt in relaxation. Admiring the becoming wet thighs and slight erection, the tyrannical woman's submission was the ultimate turn on. He pulls his finger out and gives her ass a small smack earning a little yelp from her. Citrinitas then reaches back for the plug and grabs the oils that he had left from the side pouring a little on it, slicking it up he grabs at Albedo's ass again but more firm than before and spreads it. Albedo moans as she feels the plug press against her anal entrance. The ever slow thrusting as it's slowly pushed in more and more makes her skin flush with heat. "When I put this all the way in you are to thank me, understand?" Citrinitas commands. "Yes sir." Albedo whimpers as she feels it draw closer to fully entering, a short moan following after when it slides in. "T-thank you, sir." She says quietly. "Oh my precious girl, you do want to thank me don't you?" Citrinitas would ask nicely. "Yes sir." "Then my good girl, you need to speak a little louder when thanking me for what I do for you, Got it?" "Yes sir." "Good girl, now what do you say?" "Thank you sir." She says more clear this time. "Good girl, very good girl.." He growls a bit unhooking a belt pulling his pants down a little. Albedo's moans get louder when she feels Citrinitas's hard shaft slide between the folds and press against her vaginal entrance. "Now my good girl, you are going to please me by showing me what you can do on my cock. And while you do it you are by no means to touch yourself, Do you understand?" "Y-yes s-sir." Citrinitas pats her back. "That's my girl." Albedo pushes herself onto Citrinitas's hard member and begins to thrust herself on it. Moving her hips slowly in a circular motion as she moves herself up and down. The grunts from Citrinitas sending her body into shivers with goosebumps, she picks up the pace. Between the feeling of his member and his noises of approval her skin grows wet from the heat and desperate for more. Albedo slides herself down fully on Citrinitas's hard shaft with some force and continues from there with deep thrusts. Her moans sounding lustful yet beautiful. Citrinitas stands there as the tyrant woman rides him, enjoying her movements and moaning with absolute pleasure not having to do a thing. Encouraging her with words of approval to continue. When she was with him she knew her place.. It was simple and something they had talked over many times before having it in writing. Albedo would surrender herself and Citrinitas would take control. Rewarding her every time she complied with a form of affection. Citrinitas would put a hand to her backside and push her off him. Earning a little cry of disappointment from the woman in front, her breathing heavy and loud, shaking before him. He brings himself over her enough to pull her up to her knees, guiding her down to be more his level a small bit as he holds her from behind. Citrinitas would now plant kisses on her right shoulder while caressing her body, messaging her breasts and running hands down her sides. "My lovely girl, you're doing so well." Citrinitas would say in Albedo's ear bringing his hands back up, using one of his hands to gently grab at her collared neck. Letting his fingers brush along her chin. "But don't you move from this spot. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." Albedo whimpers in frustration, dying from his touch. "And you still are by no means to touch yourself, got that?" "Yes sir." Citrinitas would release her and step away. He would turn his attention to the spirit lamp and small dish filled with the oils he poured earlier. Lighting the lamp he slides the holder over it, setting the dish on top of it. As the oils become warm he listens and side eyes Albedo, her small whimpers of impatiens but obedience keeping her in place kept him hard. Watching her dare not turn her head was so satisfying he thought he could stare forever and ogle. Albedo responds with a jump when she feels Citrinitas place his hands on her sides. Humming as the hands feel their way around her body, fondling and grabbing away. "This is mine, all mine.. do you understand me?" Citrinitas says. "Yes sir.." Citrinitas's hands slide down and puts pressure to her hips earning a squeak from the woman. He continues sliding his hands further to between her thighs, spreading them apart. Albedo whines as Citrinitas feels up her inner thighs, touching everywhere except her sweet spots. Her erection throbbing begging for the slightest touch while her soaking entrance remains hot and desperate. "Such a good girl you are." Citrinitas says directly in her ear again. "Now lay down on your stomach." Citrinitas pulls away slowly with Albedo doing as she told. He looks to the dish and dips a finger in to see if the contents were warm enough, to his delight the oils were at the perfect temperature. Hot enough to cause pleasurable sensation but not enough to burn. He snatched the dish from the holder and dowsed the spirit lamp. Moving himself closer to the bed he slides onto it, approaching the woman who laid on it steadying his hand that held the dish. Albedo shivers and howls a little with the hot liquid being poured on her back, the mix of her body relaxing with the oil and her loins aflame driving her wild. She cried out pleasurable noises exciting the man above. Albedo so desperate became tempted to start humping the sheets of the bed. Sensory play was a big thing for her, but god damn was Citrinitas good at it.. perhaps too good if  she started feeling temptation. "And how does that feel, my precious girl?" Citrinitas asks using his free hand to rub the hot oils into her skin gingerly. "It feels so good," Albedo cries out begging. "I can't stand it anymore, sir. I want to be fucked so much." Citrinitas grinds his member against her soft backside. "Do you now? And what do you want to be fucked with, my dear girl?" "I want to be fucked with your cock, sir." "Is that right? And what do you say to get my cock?" Albedo stiffens crying out feeling Citrinitas's member rub against her wet folds again as he raises her backside. "Come now my sweet girl, use your words so that I know." Speaks up Citrinitas. "Please, fuck me with your cock, sir! I need it please.. oh please, sir!" "That's it, good girl. And you know what good girls get?" Albedo gasps and moans loudly when Citrinitas shoves his harden shaft back inside her exposed entrance. "They get my cock.." Albedo moans wildly as Citrinitas thrusts into her at a good pace. Syncing up with his thrusting by pushing herself back onto him. Which in turn pleases Citrinitas, his grunts becoming low growls. Setting the dish aside on the bed he firmly grabs her ass with both hands, Albedo moaning in delight as the thrusts become deeper. "Tell me how good it feels." Citrinitas demanded. "Oh- your cock feels so good! I'm practically drooling, sir!" Exclaimed Albedo drowning in lust. "You love this, you're grateful for what I give you, isn't that right?" "Oh yes! Ah- yes sir!" "Good girl." Citrinitas would keep at it making the woman moan in absolute pleasure. Feeling her wetness drench his member to the point where their thrusting started to give off wet sounds, Albedo's inner thighs completely coated from her own wetness. Citrinitas would then pull out, having Albedo gasp as he places fingers around the plug in her backside. "I'm going to pull this out. And when I do, you are to turn on your back and spread your legs. Got it?" Citrinitas asks breathing heavily. "Yes, sir!" Albedo responds nodding her head frantically. Citrinitas gently removes the plug and set it somewhere along the bed. He then aids Albedo in turning her on to her back, taking hold of her legs as they open for him. He places his shaft to Albedo's newly exposed hole and presses against it. He looks her in the eyes as she lays there panting. "You are not to cum until I say so, and not fucking a second before, understand?" Citrinitas says clearly through his heavy breathing. "Yes, sir." Albedo acknowledged. Legs slightly shaking. "Good girl." Albedo starts up her moans again as Citrinitas pushes himself in her backside entrance. Gripping at the sheets she cries out as he picks up speed little by little in his thrusts growling, her wet hole still gushing wetness. It dripping down to her currently being fucked hole. Her body shakes violently, contracting as she loses herself in euphoria. Albedo's breath hitches and begins to tense. "You're not thinking about cumming now, are you?" Citrinitas speaks up with a growl. Albedo tries to hold back. But her breathing continues to hitch, the sound of her cries getting more high pitched. The feeling of his member sending numbing waves of pleasure was becoming unbearable and edging her faster than she thought. "Citrinitas, I can't-" "Yes you can, and you will." Citrinitas snaps. Albedo throws her head back rocking it back and forth screaming with her grip on the bed sheets threatening to rip them. She was going to explode.  Her loins feeling on fire with every thrust, her own shaft throbbing and swollen, she begs for herself to hold out in her own head. But couldn't find it in herself to do so. Albedo's cries turn into final moans as she reaches climax. "Don't you dare cum!" Citrinitas growls out to her in demand. Albedo fails to listen to the command or more rather ignores it and gives in to her own desire and cums, riding out her orgasm in the heat of the moment. Citrinitas gives a displeased exhale, he pulls out cutting off any contribution to Albedo's orgasm and secures his member back into his pants. When Albedo comes to she finds herself feeling shame wash over her as she looks at a disappointed Citrinitas shaking his head at her. She brings herself up and scoots herself back into the pillows, trying hiding her face in her hands. "I wouldn't bother trying to hide your shame now since you clearly didn't care earlier when cumming." Citrinitas scolded. Albedo shudders from the scolding. "I'm sorry, sir." She says woefully. "Sorry won't cut it," Citrinitas says back. "I told you not to cum until I said so. And you did it anyways.. seems you need some discipline. A few strikes to that ass should set you back in line." Albedo breaks into a cold sweat. The woman could handle a few spanks but strikes from the riding crop Citrinitas had was a whole other story. She removes her hands from her face and shakes her head. "No?" Citrinitas asks crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side a little. "Well you should have done what you were told then." "No, Please," Albedo begs "Anything but that." "Well my dear girl let me put it to this way. You can take ten strikes and make amens there.. or you can be denied being able to cum for five days." Albedo swallows thickly at the thought, looking away debating which was a worse fate. The strikes or not being able to cum. She knew if she tried cumming he would know about it, which would no doubt lead to further punishment. But if she took the strikes the marks that would be left behind would make it uncomfortable to sit for a day or two. She looks back to him with submission. "I will take the strikes, sir." "Off the bed and on your hands and knees then." Citrinitas says back moving himself off the bed, walking over to a drawer to fetch the riding crop. Albedo whimpers to herself as she gets of the bed and assumes the desired position. Shaking as she hears Citrinitas walk to her but not backing out on her decision. Citrinitas walks in front of her and crouched, he brought a hand to Albedo's face and softly rubs it with his thumb before pulling it away getting up. He now walks to stand behind Albedo having the riding crop glide against her backside and spanking it a small bit. "Ten strikes. And you will count them, got it?" Citrinitas asks breaking the moment of silence. "Yes, sir.." Albedo responds with shame still lingering on her conscience. Citrinitas gives a moment of suspense to the woman below him as he quietly raises his arm. An without a word lays down the first strike on her ass. Albedo yelps tensing up, she breathes in deeply to calm herself dropping her head down as she exhales. "One..." She says loud and clear. Citrinitas quietly nods in approval to himself and lays down the second strike. "Ah!.. Two." Albedo responds more quickly. The third strike comes down having Albedo cry out. "Three!" She exclaimed. Sucking in a breath and holding it. The fourth strike comes and she exhales from the force. "F-four!" Now the fifth strike, which now sent Albedo in to sniffling holding back tears. "Five."  She says finally, whimpering afterwards. Citrinitas places the end of the riding crop on her reddening backside. Circling it around the previous places where he had striked her. "Come on now my girl, only five more to go." He speaks as he continues to admire the developing welts. Albedo collects herself quickly nodding her head in acknowledgement. Citrinitas let's suspense build again and let's down the sixth strike. Albedo growling out in response and breathing heavily, filling herself with adrenaline. "Six." Another strike hits. "Seven." The eighth and nineth strike come down together on each side of her reddened backside. "Eight, nine.." Albedo says still growling with her arms shaking. Finally, the last strike comes and hits the more middle of her backside. "Ten." Albedo winces from the stings but holds her head up in triumph. Citrinitas walks back to the front of her kneeling this time setting the riding crop down to cup her face. He plants a kiss on her forehead and pulls her into his arms. Albedo adjusting her position to better fit in his arms embracing him in turn. He runs his fingers through her hair scratching gently behind an ear. "You're my good girl. My very good girl." He says softly. Albedo hums nuzzling her face against his despite still feeling the stings of pain on her now completely red ass. The welts coming into full fruition. Citrinitas would bring himself up slowly bringing Albedo up with him and help bring her over to the bed. Carefully guiding her onto it he lays her down on her side and sits with her, petting her head and praising her. Next time Albedo would behave better and do what she is told. That was for certain.. but in the meantime she was enjoying the praise for the rest of the remaining session between them until things returned to normal. Citrinitas would stop stroking her head to bring himself more onto the bed, joining Albedo in laying down with her and pulling her close. "My precious girl," he speaks while gazing at her beautiful porcelain face. "Everything I do is for you and for you alone. I do what is best for you, what you truly need, remember that." Albedo moves herself more into him to be embraced by him again. Quiet humming as she is touched and felt up by Citrinitas's hands, her face being kissed from one side to the other as her shoulders melt to his fingers messaging them. "My precious girl, my sweet precious girl." Citrinitas whispers with his face trailing down from hers. His porcelain lips make contact with her chest, kissing her passionately all over making her giggle. Citrinitas hums back in response to her giggling pleased. He would then release her and bring himself up and squeeze her exposed hip, making her squeak and roll to her back. She cries out in pain with a low cry when the sheets make contact with the welts on her ass reminding herself of the lingering pain that would remain from her punishment. Citrinitas quickly turning her back to her side. "They're going to sting for a while, my girl. Best be mindful of where you toss and turn." Albedo huffs and paws at him whining. Citrinitas chuckles and brings a hand down to scratch behind her ear again in a more playful manner. Praising her more with a gentle and loving voice. "Such a wonderful girl, and a tough one too." Albedo sighs happily from the praise, feeling the energy return to her as she brings a hand of her own gripping at the hand that scratches her ear. The hand slowly retracts as she brings herself up. Albedo grunts from the stings of the welts again as she removes herself from the bed, standing up right and with pride in her posture. Head held up high. Citrinitas would do the same in leaving the bed, locking and arm up with hers they walk back together to the lounge room quietly. When they enter, their arms loosen and Citrinitas reaches for the clothes she had worn on arrival and begins to help dress her. Their session comes to a final close when Citrinitas reaches for the collar in unhooking it from the back slowly taking it away. He steps back holding it close to his chest as Albedo turns to face him looking down at him a little. Albedo would then lean in cupping Citrinitas's face with a hand. "Thank you, my dear Citri.." she says letting her hands slip away from his porcelain face after. "I will savor this moment as always." "I am always at your beck and call," Citrinitas responds respectfully. "Until then I wait patiently for our next session, my beloved Albedo."

Chapter 1 - This is the whole thing

~Panel 1 A kitchen, studenty... no a bit higher end than that.  What I know most about it is the two tall open windows.  They're in the eating area connected, a small square table nestles between them. It is stocked with all the strange and wonderful tools of a modern kitchen, but two sets.  A spatula is left out on the side. Everything looks bought, not accrued.  It is neat.  It is neat.  Someone in this apartment orders like a surgeon.  The walls are white. A fruit bowl.  Too many plums, they'll never get through them.  And one banana.  I think they liked the idea of having a fruit bowl. I think in this scene out of the windows, I can see a kind and milky light.Two people, twenties.  Perhaps he is a few years younger.  He is less dressed than she is.  Certainly bare feet.  We can see a layer of fat over his torso, which in 15 years might grow and sag outwards into roundness.  For now it just makes his rather slender body look soft.  Before I forget, he is impossibly cute, with his always so serious face and straight roman nose. Don't know his mame, he doesn't need one.She, Jaimie, sits on the countertop, watching him drift about the room, and if there were room to swing her legs she probably would.  Her features are round, her glasses erotically rectangular and she is gorgeously chubby, made of bumps of fat rolls, but it's not a round-shaped body.  She has a clever mouth and innocent eyes, and definitely knows something you don't in the back of her mind. She is dressed and made up for the day- just a little mascara and deepening of the lips, it's not like she's going anywhere.  Don't let this sound like she just just threw something together- her sense of fashion is pitched quiet today, but it is implicitly confident. If you look really closely, you can see the remnants of last night's dark eye makeup smudged around his eyes, but it's difficult to distinguish from the natural darkness of a long night.She is eating toast from her hands, her breakfast in full is on a plate beside her.'How you gonna get home?' she asks. 'Not sure.  Walk maybe.  Cab.' 'She wearing you out, there?' 'Mmhmm.'  (He is looking down at the floor, as if thinking.) 'Best way to sum up Cloze.  She's a stone with an appetite.' 'Why do you like her then?' 'Hm?  Why do you?' 2 He speaks to her quitely, with an even seriouser face, if that's possible. 'Hey.' She makes an alert face like 'hm?'  That's the best way I can describe it. 'So she sometimes worries about me cheating on her when there's no reason to.  Could you reassure her?' 3 (Calling out to Cloze's direction)  'What?!  You want me to suck your dick?!' 4 He frowns at her urgently. 'Relax guy she knows I'm kidding.' 'She better.' 5 Cloze enters and puts the spatula in the dishwasher. She has that thin, willowy body that allows her posture to slouch forward and still look elegant and feminine.  Long, straight black hair droops, and she has enormous grey eyes.  You could know her for months and never see a single expression cross her face or animate her body, the opposite of the articulate dextrous features of her roommate.  She doesn't look braindead, or bored, just still, like a thinly iced pond. Jaimie: Cabs are pretty easy to get round here. Cloze: Is there dicksucking? Him: No. Jaimie: Yes. 6 In the hallway.  It's dark.  He's now fully clothed, he is between her and the wall. I like you enough to let you fuck my friend's mouth. His face involuntarily splits into a broad grin and his serious features transform utterly into winning, childlike happiness.  'Wow...' 7 She kisses him, close, wet, long, but not deep.  Kisses felt in the lips and the stomach. On the panel border: Don't forget tomorrow.  It'll matter. 8 Back in the kitchen, Cloze takes something from Jaimie's food, eats.  This is nothing to either of them.  Jaimie: Made me horny when you said about him and my mouth. Cloze: Joke. Jaimie: I know. 9 This is a long time later. The boy and Cloze sit opposite each other outside at a cafe table or some such place.  She sits back, as if waiting, he's hunched forward over the table, inert.  The sunlight casts some distinct tune around them. 10 Panel on him. He has a scar now, surgical, an accident scar down the side of his face.  'Explain why though.' says Cloze. 'I mean... the spark's gone for me.  And I think you've picked up on that too.  And... yesterday I met someone in a cafe... and I thought 'I wish I could do something about this.'' New panel.  Her not him. 11 She is trying not to cry, managing very well. He is still speaking 'And it wouldn't be fair to me to keep myself away from that, and it wouldn't be fair to you to... be in a relationship with somebody in that frame of mind.' 'Telling me what's unfair to me.' 'I know.  Sorry.' 'This is shit.'  'I'm sorry.'12 The kitchen again.  Cloze at the stove, Jaimie looking concerned. 'Whatcha up to, number 2?' 'Cooking for you. Your favourite.' 13 Panel just on Jaimie.  She knows this means badness.  But she decides to put it aside for the moment and say 'It smells delicious.  Thank you.' 14 They eat at that square table between the windows.  Jaimie watches Cloze, Cloze isn't looking at her.  I dunno where she's looking, just off nowhere. 15 Suddenly Cloze clenches up in a cry 'We broke up.' Jaimie reaches forward to her radiating such empathy.  'Oh honey.'  16 Straight on portrait shot of Cloze.  She looks up and away, drinking back tears.    'This is so delicious.  Everything's great.'  17 They sit together on the floor of a bedroom backs against the bed.  They are both red eyed from crying, but now it has receded and they are all tenderized and floaty inside. 18 Cloze lowers her head to Jaimie's shoulder.  Unconcious behaviour: Jaimie breathes in in anticipation. 19 With one finger Cloze pulls on her t-shirt neck.  20 Jaimie moves in to kiss her, Cloze waits.  No expressions on either of them. 21 They kiss.  Do not cut in.  Do not move the camera at all. 22 Jaimie takes the t-shirt off to allow Cloze's seeking hands. 23 Cloze french kisses Jaimie's pussy.  They haven't moved from where they were on the floor by the bed.  Intimate moments happen suddenly and finish where they start. We see Jaimie's face past her knees. 'Aaaaaaaaaaah' 24 Cloze through Jaimie's eyes.  Wet, bubbly.  'Would you have sucked his dick with me?' 'Of course!' 'We're going to suck a dick together.' 'Yes!' 25 Cloze lovingly makes out with her vagina, Jaimie cums hard. 26 This panel is like surf swept up the beach from the wave crash of the last panel.  They are lying together on the bed now.  Both are still and relaxed. 27 On panel border:  Jaimie whispers 'I don't want to break the silence.' 'What you thinking?' 'Do you ever think about this lasting longer for us?  Like a regular thing, continual.' 'No.' 'Never?' 'I like the way we are.' 28 J has one arm around her, that hand on Cloze's upper arm, and she squeezes her closer a bit.  'I just love you, girl.' ''know.  Love you too.' 29 'Alright.  Let's just keep loving each other then.' 

Chapter 2 - Ferocity

Simeon stared down into the pool of water at his reflection. His entire face was a variety of purple colors. The majority of it was a deep shade splashed with lighter purple blotches around the symbol Alinea had drawn on him, which was the same pale purple shade. The marking ceremony had left his face a sticky mess in more ways than one. He stood and turned to follow Alinea, who was starting to trudge off again into the trees after their short break. She hadn't even stopped long enough for him to wash all the mess off. Their goal was to get to the high ground of the area for a reason Alinea had not felt the need to explain. "Most of it will fade. Just my mark will remain. Even that will fade some in color after a moon, but it will never disappear entirely." Alinea explained to him as they continued their march through the foliage. She walked in front since she was the obvious choice to best clear a path. Simeon was glad, too. A light aroma wafted off of her and muted the aching heartbeat that throbbed in his arms. He was hot also, much too hot to just be explained away by the exertion of trekking through the brush. He worried he was falling ill, confident his broken arms were the cause. The sun was beginning to set now, the light long disappeared behind the hill they were climbing and now starting to make its way beneath the first in the line of mountains in the distance. As they came to the ridge's peak, the sky opened up above them. They had stepped into a small ring of trees that seemed oddly respectful of a small boulder, or a large rock, that sat at its center. As Alinea walked into the clearing, she began to gather up bits of kindling. After a few moments, she had a small pile of twigs to one side of the boulder, banking the soon to be fire against the large stone. By this time, Simeon had clumsily wandered near to her and carefully sprawled himself on the ground. From where he was lying, he saw Alinea stand and look at the sky. "Should be dark enough," she murmured to herself, then began searching for something hidden among her skirt of armor. A moment later, she pulled out a small object that fit her hand's shape like a tool. It was oddly shiny, but not in a metallic way, more in an oily kind of way like the chitin of the field beetles, but also not. Alinea lifted the object toward the sky and did something with her finger. A blinding beam of bright blue light the thickness of Simeon's arm erupted from the thing in her hand, shooting skyward and ripping through the darkness for as far as he could see. He sat bolt upright, staring at the scene in confused amazement while pulling his head as far to the side as possible out of reflex to block out some of the light. The light disappeared and then was replaced by another but of a dark red color. Then it too disappeared and was replaced by a final flash of brilliant emerald light that jettisoned off into the sky, persisting as a bright dot in the sky for several seconds before fading. Simeon sat entirely still, unsure if he should be terrified or excited to see something so incredible. Before he could say anything about what had happened, Alinea took the glowing red end of the object that had produced the light and pressed it into the pile of kindling she had been preparing. In just a few seconds, a few of the smaller twigs and dried leaves caught fire. She extracted the thing and lifted it to just before her face, blowing on the smoking end of it to cool it and clean off the ash. She seemed to realize he was examining her and caught his gaze with her eyes, following with a knowing smile. "Never seen magic before?" she asked genuinely. He simply shook his head, still too shocked to make words. "Really?" she asked, stowing the object that had made the light show back in its place. "Well, it is not too common, but you will see more of it the closer we get to home. I suggest you get used to not making that silly face at it." she paused to look back up at the quickly darkening sky. "The girls will have seen that. Hopefully, they aren't too far off." "Where is home?" he asked. "Where are we going, I mean." She looked back down at him, the glare of the fire painting an orange glow on her face. "The city of Lodrass. But no time for that now, let me tell you what the plan is." "The plan?" Simeon asked, scooting over to the boulder to lean against it. The action was more difficult given he didn't have use of his arms. Alinea came up to him and knelt, offering him another drink of water. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him for the squirt of water, and a look of surprise flashed across her face. "Goddess, you're burning up. Here, drink the rest of this, but listen carefully." The cold water felt good going down his throat, but he listened intently. "We are about to be ambushed. I smelled them as we were climbing the ridge. Ferals." she said the last word with disgust. When Alinea saw the look of confusion on his face, she explained further, "Tribeless, wandering savages that live in bands through these mountains. They constantly fight amongst themselves and live more like animals than people. Ferals." she said curtly. "I'm going to hide behind that tree there," she said quietly, nodding her head towards a large trunked tree that fell in the shadow of the boulder cast by the fire. "All I need you to do is sit here and draw their attention at first. Hopefully, they will want to play with you more than kill you outright," she said dismissively. He looked at her blankly. "Don't look at me like that. It's either going to work this way or not work at all. Now shut up and look tired, and don't look at me and give me away." she said hurriedly, moving to position herself between the boulder and tree. "I am tired," he said more loudly than he should have, watching her disappear in the contrasting light and shadow despite her pale skin. "And I can't see you at all," he said, his sentence dropping off in volume as the illusion that he was alone felt ever more real. "Shhh!" Alinea whispered in one small note. It was then that Simeon realized that the woods were completely silent, no little animals rustling or birds making their small sounds. There was just the sound of a light breeze in the trees and the crackling of the fire. Looking down at the fire, he decided it hadn't been lit long enough to be making all that much sound. Then another crack sounded, and he understood it was instead the snapping of a twig on the ground. He looked around but could only see the ring of trees made by the clearing. The darkness seemed to seep in between them. None of the trunks were entirely visible in the pools of shadow. Another snap, and he looked in the direction of the sound to see the glimpse of a face in between the trees before it dipped back into the darkness. Then this time a rustle, and he saw the form of someone flit between the trunks, only visible for a moment. A warm hand pressed against the back of his neck and gripped, holding him there against the jolt of surprise his body made. Before he could make a noise, the person's other hand slipped in and pressed the points of something sharp against his neck. He was sure then that Alinea was wrong, and the Ferals, as she called them, actually were going to just kill him on the spot. A hot breath blew out against his neck and ear and then drew back in sharply, retracing the movement as the person inhaled his scent. "What are you doing here?" the woman asked seductively, a tone of confident surprise in her almost whispered voice. The sharp points against his neck drew lightly across the front of his throat, almost tickling him. Two more figures emerged from the shadows before him, and he heard the noise made by another out of his sight. The ones he could finally see were women as well, slinking into the clearing in a way that indeed made them seem feral. Both were strong and muscular, hair dark and sleek, skin well-tanned, their eyes sharp and gleaming with the glare of the fire. They wore nearly no clothing, their large chests completely uncovered and unsecured. The only thing he could see them wearing were tight scraps of cloth or leather like the one Alinea wore as underwear, though he couldn't tell what they might conceal through their animalistic movements. As they drew closer, one of them in his view spoke up. "It's hurt," she said in a higher voice than the one holding him. "Too hurt to play with?" asked another. "No, but we aren't supposed to eat the hurt ones." replied the one holding him. "We can't eat the sick ones, but hurt ones are fine." said one of them, now crouching before him. "To play with or eat." she finished. "Well?" asked the one holding his neck, the sharp points of her nails digging tighter into his skin. "What?" asked Simeon. Not sure who or what to answer. "What are you doing here?" growled his captor, all seduction out of her voice. A choked noise squeaked out of his throat before he answered, "I'm just trying to get home!" he screamed, not even sure what he meant by the answer since his real home was now gone. "And where is that?" said the woman holding his throat, a single finger stroking his neck intimidatingly. "Lodrass?" he said slowly, unsure if he was telling the name correctly, having only heard it a few moments before. A look of surprise came across the faces of the women in front of him. Then, just a fraction of a second later, one of them lifted her head to look at something behind Simeon. The knife slid into her left eye, killing her instantly, and then the hand that was holding it let go of the blade and smashed into the face of the other woman in view. Alinea came hurtling over him and the injured woman to land on the ground with a roll. She wasted no time, skidding to a stop, she pumped her legs and lunged at the one she had punched. Alinea landed on her disorientated body and rapidly grabbed and wrenched the downed woman's head. A sharp crack sounded sickeningly loud, and her limbs went limp. The woman holding Simeon's neck flexed her fingers as if to end his life by slicing his throat. Surprising himself, he reacted reflexively, at first pulling his head back and gently bumping into the face of his captor. Then the obvious thought made its way into his mind, and he repeated the action with much more force. A sound of pain and frustration sounded from the woman, and he felt her nails try to cut into him, but the move only left a few scratches on his skin and freed him from her grip. By now, the third one was on top of Alinea, their arms locked, and the feral's sharp and pointed teeth snapped viciously, trying to take a bite out of her opponent's face. Simeon lowered one shoulder and tried to bash the feral off of Alinea. It was like running into a tree trunk. The animalistic creature barely even moved. However, it did distract her and gave Alinea the chance to knock the feral's knees out from under her, robbing her of her superior leverage. The two collapsed together, the feral on top, and Alinea hugged her tight and rolled. They rolled a few times, and then Alinea threw out a leg to stop their movement. She had timed it just right to land the head and hair of the feral in the fire. The mane of greasy, unkempt hair caught almost instantly, followed immediately by the feral's screams. Alinea held her there, now holding her own face as far away from the other woman's as possible while securing the woman's lower body down with her incredibly muscled legs. A handful of seconds later, she released the feral, who immediately began to crawl away from the fire. The woman was horribly burnt but still alive. She could likely not see and was very clearly disinterested in continuing the fight, but Alinea wasn't going to leave it up to chance. She sprung to her feet and leaped toward the corpse with the knife in it, snatched it out of the eye socket, and hurled it at the feral. It sunk into the side of her neck, and she collapsed fully to the ground. "Where's the other one?" Alinea asked him frantically, walking back over to the smoking corpse to extract her blade. Simeon had forgotten about that one somehow in the commotion. "I think she ran away." He said, breathing hard more from adrenaline than the exertion. "She might have run, but not to run away," she said ominously. A flash of silent movement happened above Alinea, and Simeon realized where the feral must be and what she was about to do. "Up!" he yelled in a clipped bark, trying to get the word out as fast as possible for her. Alinea's response was immediate, with no time for any thought, only reaction, trusting Simeon's warning. She knelt to the ground as she raised her arm, holding the knife above her. The feral fell hard onto the weapon, the metal going deep into her stomach and her body bending around the unyielding pillar of muscle that was Alinea's rigidly locked arm. She ripped it to the side, using the motion to simultaneously tear the weapon savagely from the feral's body and throw her to the ground at the same time. Alinea stood there for a moment, unmoving after the turmoil. After a few deep breaths, her muscles relaxed a bit, the solid form she had been holding lessening into a more casual stance. She walked up to Simeon, looking him in the eye appraisingly. "You're more useful than I gave you credit for. That was smart, throwing them off with the name of Lodrass." She looked down at his neck, reaching out a blood splotched hand to lift his chin and examine the scratches. "You reacted pretty quick, saved your own life with that move. Good, you kept your head on the right way." she glanced back up at his eyes, then back to his neck again and smiled mischievously, "Literally." The now-familiar thrum of beetle wings slipped into his ears, quiet at first and multiplying in volume. Alinea cocked her head to the side as she heard the sound too. "Just in time," she said sarcastically, a disapproving look on her face. "We've been here for barely any time," said Simeon, surprised she was critical of her 'girls' as she called them. Alinea gave him a wry look twinged with amusement, "What? Now you're defending them?" She asked incredulously. "For someone who tried so desperately to get away, you sure are forgiving of us," she stated, a questioning tone in her voice. Simeon lifted his chin to emphasize his neck, the motion stretching his skin and causing twinges of pain. "Well, they clearly weren't interested in keeping me around for long," he said, gesturing toward one of the corpses. She looked at him more seriously, "True enough. So you're a survivor? Do whatever you have to to make it to the next day?" It seemed like the first honest question she had asked him, their other interactions more for her humor than to find out information about him. Simeon thought back to his life in the village, doing the worst work just to survive. Forever a pariah, removed from the group but still needing to be some part of it. "I would shrug, but that would hurt. I'm here, aren't I?" he said, half of it coming out nearly as a sigh. She gave him a genuine smile this time, "Yes. That's good, I like that. Keep thinking that way, and you'll do well." The fire whipped and flared as the turbulent wind created by the landing beetles swirled around their small clearing. Two giant bugs arrested their downward momentum for a moment, bobbing once in the air just above the ground before settling onto spindly legs. Their riders wore the same thick leather padding and straps holding them onto their mounts, but their face masks were now gone. Both of them were stunning, similar features to Alinea in the face, but one with long blonde flowing hair blowing out behind her, the other with a short-cropped black style that didn't move in the rough wind. The black-haired one unhooked a few key straps and leaped down, looking at the scene of carnage with open-mouthed awe. "Goddess..." she said absently as she examined the site of the ambush. Her voice was light in pitch but gruff, somewhat raspy, probably scarred from lots of time yelling over whipping wind while flying. "Four ferals? With just a knife?" she asked unbelievingly. "I had help," Alinea said simply, sparing a look to Simeon. The black-haired raider looked to Simeon, noticing his limp arms. "Some help," she said sarcastically, "Got a little hurt, did we?" she asked Simeon deprecatingly. "No," Alinea said with a note of warning in her voice, "I did that to him before our beetle died in flight, and we crashed into the forest. That's when I lost my sword." The raider made a scoffing noise of disbelief, "He attacked ferals with broken arms?" "Broke one of their noses, knocked another off of me, then caught another trying to drop out of the trees onto us. Saved my life, then and when we crashed," she said almost proudly, putting her hands on her hips confidently as she talked. She was giving him too much credit, but he appreciated the praise none the less. The raider looked at him in a new way, a strange look on her face as she cocked her head. He stared back at her unflinchingly. "What in the hells is he?" she asked. Alinea smiled broadly, then lifted a half bloody hand to the raider's cheek and patted it lightly. "He's lucky," she said knowingly, "Just like me." "Then he's..." the raider began, but Alinea deliberately cut her off. "Shhh." she hissed quickly, then continued more softly, "He's precious to me. That's all you need to know." She turned now to the blonde raider who had been silent for this whole exchange, "Get him to the camp and to the healer. I don't want him getting anymore sick than he already is. He is not to be harmed in any way." The blonde nodded once silently, then slid down from the bug. She approached Simeon, who was now leaning against the large rock out of exhaustion, and gingerly scooped him up in her arms. She carried him over and leaped back onto the back of the beetle, seemingly unhindered by carrying Simeon, and sat him down in front of her before securing her straps into various hooks and loops. After she finished, she slipped one arm around Simeon protectively to hold him in place. She gave a short series of whistles that startled Simeon, but her arm held him tight, and the big bug redeployed its wings and lifted into the nearly black night air. A second tone of thrumming began behind them, presumably Alinea and the other raider on their own bug, and the pair of insects flew off toward the raider's camp. Simeon was terrified. That was no significant change from most of the day's events, but this particular moment seemed like the most reckless and dangerous thing he had experienced yet. The beetle flew blindly into the night. The sun had set by now, and neither moon had either yet to rise, or they were hidden through thick clouds. There was nothing to see, not a single ray of light by which to tell where they were or where they were going. The lack of light was vertigo-inducing, the shifting pull of changes in flight direction causing him to feel as if they were tumbling through some impossibly deep cavern, and there was no way to tell which direction was up. Then it was over. Just like that, they were back on the ground. Simeon's head spun. There was a fire off in the distance and some soft lights around where they stood, but he couldn't tell if there were many of them or if he saw multiple from the crazy flight. The contents of his stomach came up and out. For an odd moment, he felt terrible for the beetle and the mess he had made on its poor shell. But then he realized he was on the ground, on his knees. When had that happened? "Goddess," said a soft sweet voice. "He's hot to the touch. Take him into the tent." There was a shifting of perspective as he was picked up, then passed into another person's arms. There was the sense of bobbing as he was carried off and through flaps of rough fabric. He was deposited on a soft cot and rolled onto his back. He fell asleep at once. Simeon was flying through the dark again. He looked around, realizing he wasn't perched on the back of a bug as he initially thought. Then he was falling, his stomach pushing into his throat again. The air pulled and pushed on his body, flipping him around and tearing at his clothing. He couldn't control how he was turning or falling in any way. A light burst from the horizon and illuminated the landscape below him. He thought it was the sun, but it was an odd shape when he looked at the source, like a pillar of fire coming from the ground. The ground rushed toward him, and the distraction tore his eyes from the light. He was falling straight downward, right into the trees. There was no hope of saving himself this time. There was nothing to protect him, nothing to stop the fall, no one to save him. Even knowing he was falling, the trees came into detail faster than he could have imagined. He lifted his arms to shield himself from the impact, despite its futility. "AH!" Simeon screamed, his arms shooting up in front of him. He immediately expected to feel pain, but there was none. They were fine, completely unbroken. There wasn't even a bruise. He gingerly touched one arm with the other where it had broken and felt no pain. Looking around the room, he was in a small fabric chamber with a dirt floor. There was just a tiny cot where he was now sitting rather than laying, and a little crude table made from tree branches with a carved wooden cup of water on it. The sight made him aware of the dry sensation in his mouth, and he snatched up the water and drank it all in one gulp. A flap of the wall lifted to reveal the masked face of a raider, investigating the sound he had made. When she saw he was awake, she nodded once and lowered the flap. A few moments later, the flap opened again as a silver-haired woman strode into the tent. She wore a few silver jewelry pieces, a bangle on each wrist, a few simple rings, and small silver studs with embedded white gems to accent her hair. From her skin, to her dress, to her nails, every other aspect of the woman was white. "How are those arms, darling?" she asked casually, lacking the accent of the raiders. She wore a genuine and beautiful smile that seemed as if she were truly happy to see him awake. She was shorter than any of the other raiders he had seen and dressed unlike any of them either. She wore a single piece of fragile white fabric, draped loosely around her form to make a dress. It wove in and out of itself in a confusing series of knots. However, the most distracting part of the garb was that it was so thin he could easily see right through it to her naked and voluptuous body. The woman walked up to his bedside and placed a hand on his discolored forehead. The position put her chest right at eye level, and he ended up staring right at her nipples, the only marks of color on her light skin that he could see. "Well, she certainly wanted the girls to know whose you are," she said conversationally about his purpled face. "You don't feel nearly as warm now, though. I take it the arms feel much better?" she asked. Simeon tore his eyes away from her chest painfully, looking up to her face. He could see the glimmer of a mark there, the same type as he had but much older. It seemed Alinea had been telling the truth about it fading over time, though he had no way of knowing how long she had been a slave.  "They seem completely healed," he said, lifting his arms for emphasis. "How?" She smiled at him, not the sinister confident smile Alinea had continuously shown, but one of comforting warmth. "An old magic, one of many Alinea has rediscovered," she explained, reaching down to his arms as she did. "Everything working right?" she asked, bending his arms this way and that. Simeon voluntarily flexed his wrists and fingers, then his elbows and shoulders. The breaks had been in his forearms, but his shoulders had gotten their fair share of battering between the crash landing and the feral ambush. "I think so." he said, "There's no more pain." "How's your grip?" she asked innocently. Then she took Simeon's hands and placed them right on her ample chest, each hand cupping a breast. His hands reacted before his brain, and he lightly squeezed them. "That's it!" she said encouragingly. "Oh, dear. It does look as if it's turning your face even more purple, though!" she said, followed by a giggle at her own joke. Realizing how hot his face was growing, he pulled his hands away quickly. "What's um… your name?" he stammered nervously, if a bit too optimistically. He smiled back at her. It was hard to resist considering her own smile and forward yet easy manner. "I'm Myne," she said. Simeon was confused. Was she saying she was her own person, as in not a slave? When he began to awkwardly state and then rephrase what he was trying to ask for the third time, she laughed at him. "No, it's my name!" she explained happily. "I'm the healer for our little band. Aside from taking care of whatever Alinea asks, of course." "So you're a slave too?" he asked, trying not to stare at her chest. The effort was made all the more difficult because she had stood up straight again, and the posture made the fabric over her nipples the most prominent part of her clothing. "I was the first of her entourage." Myne corrected firmly. "She found me when we were both very young. She told her mother she wanted me, that I was 'mine,' as in hers." she paused to give a reassuring smile to Simeon. "From that day forward, that's been my name." "So that mark on your face is hers as well?" he asked. "No, we were both children. Her mother marked me when I was of an appropriate age. I'm her slave. I'm Alinea's friend and attendant." she said definitively. "But enough with the intricacies of our social hierarchies. Do just one more test for me." When Simeon began to turn red, or rather more purple again, she calmed him. "Relax, just..." she turned around, showing her back, craning her neck to still halfway look at him. "Tug this knot for me? It's coming loose." She pointed to a prominent knot of the fabric that rested just above her tailbone. He could see her bare behind showing through the material and deliberately gave it a good look before going for the knot. He reached up and held the knot with one hand to secure it in place, then tugged on a short end of the fabric that was protruding. To his simultaneous horror and delight, he felt the knot's tension slip and come undone. It came entirely apart, and the various strips of cloth it held in place gently unwound from her body. After a few seconds, they settled on the floor into a messy circle, leaving Myne standing there wholly uncovered. After a moment of taking in her body, he realized that this was precisely what she had planned to happen. "Oops!" she said mischievously. "Now, how did that happen?" She bent forward slightly to examine the ring of cloth, still facing away from him. Her rear and thighs made a fantastic heart shape, complete with a gap between her upper legs through which he could see a small window of the tent fabric. She turned around to face him and continued in the same upbeat manner as if nothing were the matter. "Well, it takes forever to get back on the right way. Come on, you need a bath anyway!" She turned back and leaned in to take down the blanket covering him, the sight of her bare chest inviting him to retake hold of them, just as he realized he wasn't wearing anything under the blanket. She pulled it down to reveal a rather stiffened Simeon beneath. She grabbed ahold of him nonchalantly and lightly tugged a few times. "Come now. You're smelly," she said, standing and walking toward a different flap in the tent than she had entered through. He glanced back toward the entrance flap to see it falling back into place from a small crack that had been made in it by the guard. It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the sight of Myne. He got up to follow her, watching her purposefully exaggerated gait as it made her whole lower body sway back and forth. She went through the next room's entrance and then poked her head back through, holding the view shut from his sight. "Alinea rewards those who impress her, and from what I hear, you've made quite an impression," she said emphatically. She stood back and held open the flap. After taking a look at Myne's beautiful body, he pulled his eyes up to the rest of the room. Most prominently featured was a large tub of a golden reddish metal that gleamed in flames from four low braziers in the corners of the room. The tub was filled with steaming water that gave off the scents of fresh-smelling oils that reminded him of Alinea's scent. To one side of the bath was a tray of coals on which large stones sat heating, ready to rewarm the water if dropped into the tub. Off to one side of the room was a long wooden table with various foods on it, from several fruits to cheeses, sausages, and a large plate that looked like some kind of roast bird. It also had several empty carved wooden cups, two sizeable wooden casks that Simeon suspected were filled with ale or wine, as well as a few open earthenware jugs that were visibly filled with clear water. Another side of the room had two rough stick frame beds that looked markedly better than the cot he had woken up on, these laden in blankets made from pieced together furs and having actual mattresses. The room's final side had a small stick bench, a small chest propped open to reveal bundles of clothes and fabric, and a small mirror the size of his head propped on a little wooden frame. Simeon had heard of mirrors before but never actually seen one and would have been curious to investigate it first had there not been a nude woman to draw his attention. Myne slipped around him, making sure to slide her body up against his as she did, her nipples tickling his skin. She walked up to the tub and took a step up onto a small stool. She bent over to get in, pausing invitingly to let him get a good look before she entered the water. She slipped one leg over the side and then the other, standing in the water up to her navel, then sunk down and turned around until all he could see of her were her eyes and the top of her head. She extended one finger above the water in front of her and then used it to silently beckon him in. Not one to turn down an opportunity sitting its naked butt right in his lap, he went over to the bath and made his way in. He hesitated halfway into the water, letting his body adjust somewhat before lowering his upper half into it. Myne still had most of her head and body underneath the water, watching him with her plump cheeks floating just behind her. The enormous tub was large enough for them to stretch out and recline against the sides without their legs reaching the other end, not that Myne was so inclined. She swam up to him, letting her boobs collide with his chest and arching her back to press as much of her body as possible up against his, then slid herself gently and slowly against his front. The warmth of the water with her soft, smooth skin rubbing up against his now fully erect self felt terrific. She reached her hands around him in a loose embrace and ran her hands up and down his back, using the motion to make her body jostle up against his purposefully. Simeon felt himself flex involuntarily against the arousing sensation, his cock pushing against her lean stomach. Myne hummed in approval, "Feels good, doesn't it?" Simeon didn't say anything, just let his member feel the soft skin sliding against it and voluntarily flexed again, letting her know she was right. Myne slid around to his back, her hands always on him. She fit herself up against his back and ran her hands slowly up his stomach and chest, then to his shoulders and down his sides until she reached his thighs. She moved her hands between his thighs and rubbed his inner legs, letting her hands get closer and closer to where he wanted them. Just before he was sure she was about to grab hold of him, her hands retreated. Myne swam over to the opposite side and produced a small stoppered bottle from a table he had not seen behind the tub. She went to the center of the bath and stood, unstopped the bottle, then upended it into the water as she spun in a lazy circle. The oil made little bubbles as it mixed with the water and gave off a piney scent with earthy notes in it he had never smelled before. She emptied the remnants into one hand, then carelessly tossed the bottle and stopper over the side to clatter onto the ground. Myne said nothing, just stood up and came over to him and pressed his face into her ample chest. She reached behind him to scoop up some water with the unoccupied hand and splashed it onto his hair. It wasn't as if she couldn't have done that without pressing herself up against him, but he had fully realized by now that she was taking every opportunity to arouse him. He wouldn't object. She rubbed the oil into his hair, pressing his head into her as she did. His face slid back and forth against her breasts feeling them surround him comfortably. She pulled lightly on his hair, leaning his head back to look into her turned down face. Then she began to slowly lean back, falling into the water while still holding his head to her. The motion pulled his head under as she also submerged, and he felt her hands rubbing the soapy oil from his hair. When he emerged, she was laughing at him, knowing he hadn't expected to be pulled underwater as she had. Myne pulled her body back up to his, pushing herself against him with as much contact as possible. She ran her hands all over his body again, using her own pure pale skin to rub the dirt and oil from his. She pushed him up to the side of the tub, where she draped his arms over the rim to relax, then worked herself over the rest of his body. She was careful to rub down every part of him, scrubbing the filth from him and massaging his muscles as she went. Simeon enjoyed this, but after a while, the anticipation of what was to come was too much. He wanted her to do something more engaging after all of the teasing. The next time she pulled her body away from his a little bit, he pulled his legs up and used his knees to push her back a bit more. He then used his feet and legs to stop the push and hold her in place, then lifted his hips to the surface. His hard and twitching cock protruded from the water, his intent clear to her. Myne hummed again, this time with a note of hunger in it. She looked up to his eyes, an evil smile on her lips and one eyebrow arched out of amused interest. She still said nothing, just reached up and ran her hands down from his chest, to his hips, to his thighs. She slowed down as she got closer, and then in a smooth, confident motion, grasped him with both hands. Simeon let out a mild groan of satisfaction, just reveling in the feeling of having a woman's hands holding his most sensitive part. Her grip wasn't hesitant or light either. It was firm but gentle, as if she knew exactly how to grab it to maximize his pleasure. He decided that she probably did, considering how long she had been in Alinea's service. She began to work her hands up and down, the slickness left from the bath oil magnifying the slippery sliding feeling. She separated her hands, using both of them now on top of each other to cover his entirety as she pulled on him. She did this for a handful of moments, watching Simeon as he laid his head back against the edge of the tub, thoroughly enjoying the act. Myne's bottom hand began to deviate, pulling further and further down and starting to fondle his sack. She tickled it lightly at first, testing his sensitivity, and then began to lightly squeeze and jostle his balls. Simeon made another, louder noise of appreciation. His head was still leaned back against the rim, eyes closed. So when he felt her hands pull away, he looked up in confusion. He had enjoyed her games at first but was less pleased with being toyed with after so much direct stimulation. He looked up to see her gathering her chest up in her hands. She pressed closer to him, engulfing his dick in her breasts, and began to move them slowly up and down his length. He let his head drop back down as the softer skin ran up and down even more sensually. After a much shorter time than the attention from her hands, she pulled away again. When he lifted his head, he wasn't annoyed but curious to see what she would present next, confident he would enjoy it. She had turned around now, facing away from him, and pulled her rear end up much the way he had brought his hips up to the surface. In this position, her ass and lower lips were above the surface, and what she wanted couldn't be more clear. "Come on," she said breathily, bouncing her hips a few times to make her point, and then backed herself up toward him. Seeing the position she was going for, he lowered his hips. As she backed up, he pressed his head into her incoming entry. For a moment, they pushed against each other, him not quite sliding into her because of the friction caused by that odd dryness made by water and sex. She wiggled her lower body, working her lips over him bit by bit until her own lubrication began to win over. Suddenly she slipped all the way around him, and her butt pressing into his lap, and the heat of her surrounded his cock. In the hot steamy water, he was amazed something could feel so much warmer and wetter. 'Ooooh!" Myne moaned in pleasure. She reached her hands up to the opposite end of the tub, bracing herself and pushing even harder into Simeon. She gyrated and bounced slightly, holding her hips plastered to his, but the motion making him move inside of her. He flexed and twitched, the reaction eliciting another few sounds out of Myne. She pulled herself forward and back, sliding over his cock a few times before the friction grew again from the water. The obstacle drew a frustrated noise out of her, "Hold on." she said curtly. She stood slightly, Simeon still inside of her, and reached around the edge again to produce another small bottle. She uncorked it and dumped the bottle of oil over her back, letting it run down to her behind, leaving shiny trails as it did. He watched in fascination as the shiny slick substance ran down her spine and pooled momentarily in the small dimples of her lower back before dripping into the crease of her ass. A few drops clung to the line where her cheeks met, trickling down to where he was shoved inside of her and coating him as well. Upon the next thrust, there was much less resistance. Myne coated him in oil with a few more pumps, then lowered her body back into the water and began pushing herself up and down over him. Simeon enjoyed the sight and feel of her motions, but he wanted to feel her body again. He pushed himself forward off the rim of the tub and put his hands on her rear, squeezing with both hands to get a full feel of them. He ran his hands up her body, spreading the oil that still clung to her skin up her back. He pulled his body over hers, moved his hands around her to her front, and found her tits. He squeezed them lightly, running his thumbs over the little bumps of her nipples. Myne arched her back, pulling his dick into her as far as possible. She let him tug her back and forth roughly, the weightlessness of the water aiding their efforts. After a while of this, building noises of pleasure erupting from both of them, Myne tightened around him. She gripped the side of the tub more firmly and began to rock and gyrate her hips as before while also pushing and pulling, slamming herself into him. The turbulence in the water was making it slosh out of the basin, a few splashes hitting the hot coals and rocks and putting off hisses of steam. By now, they had turned and twisted enough that they were no longer facing the back of the tent with the beds but the tent flap through which they had entered. So Simeon was surprised but reasonably still engaged in his current task when the flap opened to reveal a very tall, very naked, very surprised looking woman. He took in her appearance just as the look of surprise came across his own face.  She was light-skinned with chestnut brown hair that fell to her waist. It covered her chest and brushed against rippling stomach muscles that led down to hips so intense it looked as if the muscles were trying to push her veins out of the skin.  A patch of short-cropped pubic hair ringed a massive cock and balls that hung limply between her legs.  There was no mistaking it. This woman was clearly one of the raiders.  His glancing inspection revealed that one of her arms was bound and limp as well, and despite the wonderful sensations coming from his own cock, the realization of who this must be settled on him.  It was the raider who he had inadvertently flung off the beetle and into the trees. "YOU!" she snarled, her surprised confusion turning to an expression of indignant rage. She strode up to the tub in a few quick steps, reaching out and grabbing Simeon by the neck with one mighty hand. It was at this exact moment that Myne's clenching on him grew to new strength, and she let out a long deep moan. He had been building to an inevitable climax for quite a while now, and the final twitches and pulls from Myne had driven him to the point of no return. The raider lifted him entirely out of the water with her one insanely strong arm. He slid out of Myne just as easily as he had slid out of the water and hung there in mid-air, trying to gasp for air as he felt the orgasm coming. In a thrashing convulsion that was half because of his pleasure and half because of his current predicament, he exploded. A thick white stream of sticky white cum erupted from him, and he watched in horror as it splattered against the muscled stomach of the raider. She looked down in revulsion at it as he felt the second wave of release wash over him. His member spurted again, twice in rapid succession, this time with even more force. The second shot splattered the raider even higher, across her hair and chest, followed by the third and final glob of the mess, which hit her square in the face splashing over her mouth and nose. Myne let out one big laugh, followed by a slight pause, and then began laughing hysterically. The raider's lips pulled back to reveal teeth that were creaking from the pressure of her clenched jaw, a few lines of semen stretching from one lip to the other. Her eyes grew infuriated, and she squinted at Simeon hatefully. Her hand grew tighter around his throat, even further cutting off any remaining ability to breathe. "Put him down," said Myne calmly. She waited a moment that felt much longer to Simeon and then said authoritatively, "Right now." The raider made a noise of frustration before effectively throwing him back under the water. The moment she released her hand, he sucked in the air, but by then his head was already underwater again, and he inhaled a huge gulp of water. He came back up, sputtering and coughing to hear the raider arguing with Myne, who lounged with her arms over the side of the tub, her legs kicking playfully behind her. "...slave! Why the fuck is the little cum stain responsible for breaking my arm balls deep in the camp slut less than a day later?" the raider yelled. "He is not to be hurt. In fact, Alinea wanted to reward him for saving her life," said Myne simply. "Twice," she added. The raider woman looked at him a second time, this time more appraisingly. "Hm," she grunted in minor approval, making a sour face at him. "That doesn't make up for this." she snarled at him. "Get out of here." The raider turned to Myne and adjusted her disposition quickly, "So I take it, now you're all Myne?" she said suggestively in what was probably a repetition of a regular joke at Myne's name. Myne smiled at her, "No, Breka, he's all yours." she said. "He will be your attendant until we get back to Lodrass in exchange for causing your injuries." She turned to Simeon, "You're fortunate. Anyone who caused half the trouble you did would normally have been executed on the spot." she paused to hold a finger to her lips and affect a contemplative face. "I'm not sure what the punishment would be for an unwanted cumshot, though!" she finished, punctuating her words with another bout of laughter. Breka made another angry face, "Fine, he will attend to me. But I want you to wash me, not him." she said to Myne, acting as if Simeon wasn't there. "And grab some of the new ones to get this filth out and replaced with new water," she commanded. "Actually," said Myne with mirth. "She instructed me specifically not to wash you, not to let anyone but him do it." Myne tilted her head down and looked up at Breka with her eyes ominously. "And you're to use his dirty water for bathing." "What? Why?" exploded Breka indignantly, flashing a look to Simeon and then back to Myne. "That's disgusting!" Myne stood up in the bath, still only coming up to the large woman's chest even with the added bit of height standing in the tub. "Because," she began, emphasizing both syllables of the word confrontationally. "You failed," she said nastily. "Alinea has decided that he will attend you while you heal, and we make our way back to Lodrass. Hopefully, the constant reminder of your inadequacies will encourage you to not do so again," she said in a tone that reminded Simeon more of a mother sternly scolding a child rather than a slave to a member of the society that captured her. It wasn't entirely that though, Myne clearly took some sort of enjoyment out of telling the woman how she had failed. Breka stood there fuming and replied through gritted teeth, "Fine." The muscles around her face twitched from anger as she said it. It seemed despite Myne's status as a slave, she still had some authority being so close to Alinea. The disapproving look dropped from Myne's face to be replaced by her easy smile and cheery disposition. "Enjoy your bath!" she said prettily to Breka, climbing her way out of the tub and using the dejected woman to brace herself as she got out. Myne strode right out of the room, her incredible butt wagging back and forth for both of them to watch as she sauntered through the flap. She didn't deviate from her path outside to pick up her strip of cloth in the room Simeon had woke up in, just walked right out into the dusky morning light, utterly naked with the sun shining on her oil and water droplet covered skin.

Chapter 1 - Movie Night

Futaba buried her face in a fluffy pink pillow and screamed.   The bedroom door clicked shut – not her bedroom, as much as Futaba wanted to scurry back to the comfortable darkness and never show her face again. The actual owner dropped onto the bed alongside her and patted Futaba’s back.   “There, there,” Haru said softly.   Futaba groaned and retreated further into the pillow. It smelt faintly of roses. “I can’t believe I made such an ass out of myself.”   “Aw, Fuba-chan, you really didn’t.”   She poked her head just barely out of the warm pit of embarrassment. “Haru, I invited Ren to my house to watch hentai. And everyone showed up!”   Back to the darkness and blankets she went, making sure to avoid pressing her glasses too hard against the pillow. Futaba could still see the shocked looks on everyone’s faces. Ryuji’s jaw dropping, Ann’s eyes widening, Makoto with her hand over her mouth… At least Yusuke had the decency to break the tension with a comment about the art style. Really, she should’ve sent them all away. Should’ve pulled Ren aside and told him what she’d been planning, but when they’d all shown up her mouth had gone dry and her frantic heartbeat had drowned out everything.   Futaba screamed again, kicking her legs in the air behind her.   “They’re never gonna look at me the same way again,” She groaned, “The only way it could’ve been worse is if I’d picked something with tentacles in it!”   “That would have made quite the impression…”   Futaba glared at Haru. Okay, that wasn’t fair – she was the only one who hadn’t ghosted her messages. And had actually been willing to talk to her after the incident. Hell, she didn’t even seem to be that weirded out by Futaba’s pick of poison, which was a small relief. So far, she’d been as welcoming as the puffy pink sweater she always wore. If Futaba wasn’t so uncomfortable with physical contact, she might’ve opened with a hug.   The back pats were a nice middle ground though.   Sighing, Futaba sat up, hugging the pillow tight against her slender frame, and stared dejectedly at the white carpet. Everything about Haru’s room was homely and comforting, if a little stereotypically ‘rich girl.’ The kind of place that looked like it should smell of honeysuckle and pink lemonade. It actually smelled a whole lot like, well Haru, which was a lot warmer and a lot more likely to bring a blush to Futaba’s face. Thank God that everyone expected her to be nervous or they’d all know way, way too much about what she thought of her fellow Phantom Thieves. At that point, even the hentai wouldn’t top her shame.   “Be honest,” Futaba mumbled, “Everyone thinks I’m weird now, don’t they?”   “No, Fuba-chan, no one thinks that,” Haru said with one of her gentle smiles.   “You mean no more than they already did, right?”   Haru hesitated just long enough to confirm Futaba’s suspicions. “We’ve all got our little… eccentricities. They’ll all forget about it soon enough, don’t you worry.”   “I doubt it. Most people don’t invite their friends round to watch hardcore porn.”   “Maybe not, but-”   “And it’s not like I went easy on them either!” Futaba dragged her hands down her face and cringed. “I knew Ren could handle some of that stuff, but did you see Ann’s face during the first scene? I think I scarred her for life!”   “Oh, it was not that bad.” Haru scoffed, “That scene isn’t even the most hardcore in the episode, let alone the entire series.”   Futaba blinked. Wait, what?   “Besides,” Haru stood up and strolled across the room, her voluminous chestnut hair bouncing with each step. “Just look! My collection is so much worse than just one video.”   She unlocked a seemingly innocuous door and pushed it open to reveal a large walk-in closet. But, rather than racks of clothes and shoes and cute little accessories, the walls were stacked with boxsets, DVD singles, and even VHS tapes – all bearing increasingly vulgar and ridiculous titles.   Futaba’s eyes widened. The secret closet drew her in like a villain’s hypnotic stare, her body dragging itself off the bed with the pillow still muffling her thumping heart. She drifted past Haru and stared up at the rows upon rows of lewdness. A few classic titles leapt out at her, nestled amongst limited editions and ancient works lost to all but the darkest internet archives. Busty ninjas watched her from the grasp of horrific monsters, young women hurried to cover their crumbling clothes, and even a few muscular young guys smiled at her whilst wrapped in one another’s arms.   It was the Holy Grail for hentai lovers.   “Holy shit, Haru,” Futaba breathed. She looked up at the older girl in wondrous awe. Haru just smiled back – not a smug smile, either. Just a small, welcoming look like she was helping someone start a new hobby. And yet she had to know the sheer depth of depravity she had under lock and key! All this time, the cute and smiley member of the team had secretly been a true hentai aficionado?   Futaba barely held back a squeal of delight. “… Movie night?”   Haru giggled behind her hand. “I’ll get popcorn.”   ***   Futaba threw herself onto the wide leather couch, a bowl of popcorn bouncing in her hands. “Come on, come on! Let’s get this marathon started!”   “Are you sure you want to start with this one?” Haru asked as she slipped in beside her. “It can get pretty extreme in places.”   Futaba sat cross-legged and snickered like the little gremlin she was. “It’s a classic of the genre. I’d hope an expert like yourself would know something about it.”   “Oh, it’s one of my favourites,” Haru giggled, “It’s just that some people can be a bit put off by the… aggressiveness.”   When she said it, something flickered in her eyes – a flash of mischief and hunger. Like she was on the verge of running her tongue seductively across her lips. Futaba had seen that look before; usually just seconds before Haru hacked a Shadow into tiny pieces. It always made her just a little bit more scared of the smiling pink fluff ball. Scared in a really, really good way.   Haru’s not-so-mini home theatre struck the same weird blend as her bedroom: on the one hand, everything in it was pleasant and rustic and homely, but on the other it reeked of her wealth and status. The soft leather couch beneath them creaked like a well-used heirloom but smelt brand new. The screen on the far wall claimed as much space as it could, shoving bookshelves full of trinkets aside. Little wooden cabinets lining the walls opened up into minibars, refrigerators, and wine racks. It was, altogether, very… Haru.   Even more so as the speakers roared to life with a cheap sci-fi knock-off opening theme to match their choice of monstrous alien hentai.   Futaba hugged the bowl in her lap and rocked in place. Finally, she didn’t have to watch some grainy rip from the 90s!   The two of them sat, giggling and sharing salty snacks whilst watching curvaceous space heroines bounce about in skin-tight suits, futilely struggling to avoid the leering of their crewmates. And the “camera.” The valiant crew respond to a distress signal from a drifting ship amongst the stars; crawling through tight spaces and choice angles, floating past twisted bodies, and retrieving samples from a long-abandoned lab.   “Space them,” Futaba said, tossing a kernel at the screen.   “Aw, but then we wouldn’t have the flesh wall scene later,” Haru mock-pouted.   “That is a pretty good scene,” She conceded.   “With all the eggs and the slime and everything…”   Futaba shifted, trying to ignore the tingling in her body. She’d never been able to talk about this kind of thing with anyone. Not offline, at least. It was weirdly nice. A little liberating. A little comfortable. And a little, um… warming.   One of the victims yelped as she tumbled to the hastily sketched floor.   “That’s what you get for running in heels!” Futaba snorted.   “I don’t know how Ann manages it,” Haru added, stealing another handful of popcorn.   “Never mind the heels, how does she even move in that outfit? It’s so... clingy.”   “Don’t you wear a bodysuit too?”   “Uh, yeah, but mine isn’t shiny red latex.” Futaba chewed for a second. “Man, not even these girls would be caught wearing something like that, huh?”   Not that she minded. At all. Being the Navigator had its perks; namely getting to watch Ann and Makoto run about pulling acrobatic poses in those tight outfits from the safety of her Persona. Whatever cognitive nonsense held the Metaverse together really had a thing for vacuum-formed bodysuits. Then again, if it was supposed to be their own cognitions… A big grin spread across Futaba’s face. Maybe Ann and Makoto’s search histories had some hidden gems after all.   The unlucky girl on screen screamed as a nine-foot hulk of a former crewmate ripped her flimsy bodysuit away. A pair of exceptionally well-animated breasts burst forth, filling the frame as a long, slimy tongue slithered its way around them.   “Damn,” Futaba murmured.   Haru nodded. “Damn.”    The two of them fell silent as the scene went on. The poor ensign found herself slammed against the wall; her head trapped between two sharp claws. Her body writhed against the vicious creature whose cock ground between her pale white thighs.   Futaba ground her own pale white thighs together. Fuck, this scene always got her. The soft moans of futile resistance, the rumbling snarl of the mutant, and the way the “camera” lingered on that tongue slithering around the victim’s waist; leaving a trail of slick slime in its path. Futaba glanced over to Haru – was this okay? Was this too much? God, she’d never thought about it before, but what if she got… well, like this? With Ren, there was always kind of a… a route. You know, an excuse to take movie night a little bit further. But Haru? That was unexplored territory. Was it really okay for Futaba to get all riled up next to a friend?   A really, really pretty friend…   She cleared her throat and adjusted herself. If Haru noticed, she didn’t react. God, what was Futaba even nervous about? They were watching porn. Of course, they were going to- you know? Then again, there was no way to tell if Haru was feeling it too. Gah! Did this make her a pervert or not? Why was she even overthinking this in the first place?   The woman on screen cried out as a thick, pointed cock slid inside her dripping cunt.   Futaba curled tighter in on herself, eyes glued to the screen. She’d “enjoyed” this scene before. A lot. A hell of a lot, actually, and she could almost feel her own fingers stroking along herself again as her mind filled with perverse images. Of herself in that crew member’s place, gnarled hands around her waist as the creature pumped her along its oversized prick. Her hips rolled against her will, trying to hump against an invisible something.   She glanced up at Haru, double-checking she hadn’t just embarrassed the hell out of herself for the second time that week.   Haru caught her eye and Futaba froze. Thankfully, Haru just flashed her a soft smile before turning back to the movie, crossing one leg over the other. Futaba sighed to herself. And snuck another glance. And another, just to be triple sure.   God, what was she even scared of? It’s not like Haru could tell she was ready to hump a pillow or something. Right? Just the thought of that set Futaba’s heart racing. Mostly from panic, but also… no, that wasn’t happening. She grabbed a handful from the bowl and stuffed her face, pushing the confused mix of thoughts out of her head. She wasn’t… she didn’t like that. At least, not outside of doujins. And ERP forums. But in real life, the thought of someone else just knowing about her habits made her want to crawl into a hole and-   Futaba jumped as Haru’s hand brushed her thigh.   Popcorn! Futaba’s thoughts scrambled together as Haru’s touch trailed over the exposed skin between her shorts and her socks. Popcorn. She must be looking for the bowl. What else could she want? Futaba tilted the bowl and ignored the very real warmth spreading across her.   Haru seemed to hesitate before taking a small handful from the bowl.   A pang of disappointment poked its way into Futaba’s mind. She squashed it as fast as she could – down, girl, down. Just because she was getting a little riled up by the movie didn’t mean Haru wanted to- she didn’t even know if Haru liked girls! And it’s not like Futaba… well, okay, maybe she’d snuck a fair few glances Haru’s way now and then, but she’d done that with everyone. Guys and girls. Wait, fuck, that didn’t help her case.   Futaba glued her eyes to the screen to distract herself. Turns out, trying to stifle horny thoughts with horny movies is a dumb idea. Thankfully, the scene wound down – the unfortunate victim lay in a puddle of thickly drawn spunk as the monstrous mutant was chased down the corridor in a volley of laser fire. Biting her lip, Futaba couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like. Ah, another one of those fantasies that would never come true. Like that one with the werewolf.   She shifted on the couch and shuffled a touch closer to Haru. She should probably break the silence. Make a joke or something. Futaba wracked her brain for a good few moments, but her thoughts kept racing. Her heart kept pounding. Her libido kept smouldering away.   It took her several seconds to realise Haru’s arm had slid around her waist.   Oh god, oh god, oh god.   She’d never planned for this. Maybe… maybe Haru was just as confused as she was. Mixed signals! O-or a misinterpretation, or- dammit, it was so hard to think straight. Especially with that loud music and the corny b-movie dialogue and the sterile white of the ship. Futaba closed her eyes and tried to breathe steadily. She needed air. She needed to-   Haru stroked along Futaba’s side and the poor girl short-circuited.   It was… nice. Yeah, nice. Futaba curled up with her head on Haru’s shoulder and steadied herself with long, slow breaths. Breaths filled with the scent of roses that rolled off Haru’s comfy sweater. The faint tang of strawberries from her hair. Futaba hugged the bowl tighter and tried desperately not to think about how comfortable and warm and safe she felt. Nor how Haru’s wandering hand kept sending a tingle through her. It was just a hug. A cuddle between friends! That was a thing friends did, right?   The hand wandered its way under Futaba’s shirt and across her stomach. It traced a lazy figure of eight, gradually widening its reach until it threatened to brush along the top of Futaba’s shorts. She swallowed. She had to say something. She needed to say something – anything! – to stop this before it got too far. She couldn’t- was this awkward? Was this okay? Futaba didn’t know and her heart wouldn’t stop beating.   She opened her mouth to blurt something but all that came out was a gasp as Haru brushed along her crotch.   Futaba slammed her mouth shut. The bowl slipped out of her hands as she covered her face in panic. Haru giggled beside her – oh god, she knew! – and those elegant fingers ran their way back up and down. Working along the fabric with the faintest of pressures, grinding along Futaba’s folds.   A high-pitched whine leaked out of her.   “Is everything okay, Fuba-chan?” Haru asked sweetly.   Futaba nodded sharply. Shook her head. Fumbled her words before Haru teased out another gasp. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking against Haru’s hand, nor grinding back on those fingers as they worked little pulses of pleasure through her.   Whilst the characters in the movie babbled exposition, Futaba silently screamed into her palms.   Haru hummed to herself. She shifted – hands on Futaba’s hips – and pulled the panicked girl up and onto her lap. Futaba squeaked, her hands and her legs clamped together as Haru’s arms draped themselves around her. Trapping her in pure strawberry seduction.   Boobs. Yep, those were definitely Haru’s big, full boobs pressing into Futaba’s back. The redhead shivered and barely held back her mewling as her curvaceous captor settled behind her, hands wandering over Futaba’s lithe body. Futaba’s breath caught. Her skin flushed under Haru’s light touch. Her toes curled as the warmth pooled in her core, her thighs squeezing tight as if they could hold back the growing sensations.   “H-Haru, I…”   “Shh,” She whispered in Futaba’s ear. “Let me make you nice and comfortable, okay?”   Her voice was gentle. Kind. But something underneath rumbled like a predator – a low, commanding growl that promised punishment or pleasure. Perhaps even both, if she were a good girl.   Futaba swallowed and nodded. Haru’s husky breath rolled across her skin, sending goosebumps all the way down her back. Pretty painted nails gently teased her shirt up, and up, and up, until it was gone – tossed away over the back of the couch. Her vest didn’t last much longer leaving only a simple bra to cover Futaba’s torso. She bit her lip and trembled as those nails dragged over her skin, leaving faint red trails behind. Little reminders of the predator breathing hungrily down her neck.   Those hands disappeared. Clothes rustled. Haru’s legs shifted and Futaba watched as the tartan skirt slid away, leaving her squeezed between pretty patterned leggings. A soft chuckle made her heart melt. Soft skin burned against Futaba’s body. Trapped – she was trapped in several kinds of heaven and she didn’t know what to do. What to say. This was so, so much.   “We’re coming up to my favourite part,” Haru said. Her hand trailed up Futaba’s neck, gently tilting her face back toward the screen. “If you want me to stop-”   “No,” Futaba said before she even knew what she was doing. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her thoughts whirled around her head. Some primal, timid part of her wanted to scream and run away. But then Haru’s nail would skip over her navel and that wonderful shiver would work its way through to the knot in her core. “Please, god, don’t stop.”   Haru giggled and planted a kiss on Futaba’s neck. “Good girl.”   A whimper escaped. This was really happening. Haru’s fingers curled softly around her throat, thumb stroking along a tendon. Her teeth grazed Futaba’s earlobe. Her other hand drifted down, down, down over Futaba’s stomach, broaching the top of her shorts. Futaba’s legs squeezed shut on timid instinct, but the patient stroking slowly unwound her. Slowly pried her open until Haru could work her magic all over again.   The voices from the screen grew louder. The heroines screamed orders at one another as monsters battered down the doors.   Futaba bit her lip. She knew what was coming up; the scene where the heroic captain would sacrifice herself to let the others escape for just a brief moment. Captured. Taken. Used. Futaba whimpered as the busty brunette was dragged to her doom, whilst Haru’s stroking dragged Futaba to her own inevitable conclusion. Her core tightened with each scream. Each second ticking closer to the best fucking scene in the entire series.   The fingers deftly undid her belt. Pushed the fly apart. And plundered her.   Futaba cried out as Haru’s fingers brushed over her slick folds. Fuck, she was already so wet! So needy. Her body ached for even the lightest touch and Haru was more than happy to indulge her. A sadistic chuckle filled her ears as Haru plunged her fingertips inside, immediately finding a sensitive spot to torture. Futaba writhed in her arms. Bucked and mewled and pleaded as a thumb wound around her clit. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How did she know just where to-!   She tensed around Haru’s fingers – not quite there, but close enough that her body couldn’t stand it.   Futaba panted, a pathetic whine escaping as Haru’s fingers retreated. “No! No, no, please, no…!”   “Ah, ah.” Haru cooed, “We haven’t gotten to the best part yet. I’m sure a good girl like you can be just a little bit more patient.”   She shivered. She didn’t want to be patient! She was already wound up so tight she might snap at any moment. But Futaba knew that tone of voice. Knew what that agonisingly slow pace meant. Knew that each girlish giggle and low chuckle in her ear was just icing on Haru’s sadistic cake. She’d break Futaba like one of those pathetic shadows under her boot and relish every. Last. Second.   Haru shimmied Futaba’s shorts down, leaving her in nothing but a plain black bra, panties, and long socks. Futaba hissed as Haru stroked along the damp fabric trapped between her legs. Her head was tilted up again, forced to watch the heroic captain be slathered by a pair of inhuman tongues.   Haru’s tongue traced along her collarbone with the same deliberate slowness.   “Oh,” She breathed, “I almost forgot…”   For a moment, Futaba’s heart stopped. No, no, no, please, don’t go! Don’t stop, she was ever-so-close! She wriggled in Haru’s embrace, her hips bucking into the air. Her face burned brighter and brighter with the amused giggle behind her. Something clicked. Something moved. Futaba craned her neck but Haru’s hand forced her back to the screen. Forced her to watch the captain shiver – just like her – as the monster ground its hard cock along her desperate cunt.   Something long and hard found its way to Futaba’s as well.   “Y-you…?” She squeaked.   “It’s my private theatre, after all,” Haru said sweetly, “It’d be a shame to have all those films and never enjoy them, wouldn’t it?”   Futaba glanced down. Oh god, it was only barely human. Long and thick and covered in thin little ridges. The kind of thing she’d hovered her cursor over on various niche websites only to chicken out at the last second. She groaned as Haru ground it along her panties – as every inch of hard rubber sent muted shocks through her body.   “Is this one your favourite too?” She asked, hopefully.   Haru dragged her teeth up Futaba’s neck. “Oh, I have lots of toys. But right now… I think you’re my favourite.”   Her grip on Futaba’s neck tightened. Her thumb pulled the sodden fabric aside. And, with timing that had to be practised, Haru sank the tip of her cock into her toy’s waiting slit just as the monster on screen did the same.   Futaba threw her head back with a strangled howl. Inch after inch of that incredible thing filled her. Stretched her. Every bump and ridge struck a spot that sent lightning bolts up her body. The beautiful woman behind her purred. The monster’s cock started slow, testing the limits of its plaything, and Futaba’s own monster did the same. Working her gently. Gingerly, almost. Making sure she could take the whole thing all the way to the base.   “That’s it,” Haru murmured lovingly, “You’re doing so good...”   Futaba’s mouth hung open in an endless moan as the girth pushed her past full. Screams and moans and wet smacks filled her ears; at first, the poor Captain’s, but as Haru pumped her silicone cock in and out, Futaba’s own ecstasy grew louder and louder. She quivered against her gentle prison. Tensed and clamped around the monstrous prick inside her. Snatched at ragged breaths between guttural groans and pathetic mewling.   The monster on screen grew rougher. Wilder. And the monster inside her matched its pace – pounding away at Futaba whilst she bucked and writhed in Haru’s lap. The knot in her core grew tighter. Tighter. Unbearable pleasure constantly welling up and up, but always denied as the scene unfolded in front of her. She closed her eyes and begged under her breath. Pleaded for the scene to end just so she could-!   She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed across her trembling body. Her hands dug into the soft leather, her toes curled, and her head lolled back. Spasms wracked her with every violent aftershock and every thrust of the monster’s cock as it rode her through her pleasure.   Slowly – oh so slowly – she wound down. Futaba collapsed against Haru’s warm body, little more than a sweat-soaked mess of limbs and ragged breaths. Her head swam in a blissful haze. She twitched as Haru pulled the toy out.   She was dimly aware of the video pausing.   “There, there…” Haru whispered as she played with Futaba’s hair. “Shh, it’s okay. Relax.”   Futaba closed her eyes, breathing slowly. Letting everything settle as her body burned. Her legs refused to listen to her, instead just quivering against one another. Her hips jerked. Futaba swallowed and ran her tongue along her dry lips.   “That was…” Her thoughts bumped around drunkenly as she tried to find the right word. “Wow.”   Haru giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”   She held the silicone cock up like a trophy, its surface glistening in the light of the TV screen. Futaba flushed as she realised that was her dripping all over it.   And she watched, wide-eyed, as Haru effortlessly swallowed the silicone cock down to the hilt. A low moan rumbled out her stuffed throat as her tongue slipped past full, pouty lips and curled around the sculpted nuts – flicking and teasing it just like the real thing. After a few lazy pumps in and out of her bulging throat, Haru pulled the toy free with a lurid pop.   “Mm…” She purred, “You’re delicious, Fuba-chan.”   It was a miracle Futaba didn’t pass out then and there.   ***   “So…” Futaba fumbled with the question. “What are we?”   Kind of a pertinent question, she thought, given she was lying half-naked with her head in Haru’s exceedingly soft lap. Whilst Haru’s fingers idly worked their way through her dishevelled ginger hair.   “What do you mean?” Haru asked back.   “You know! I mean, we just-” She waved her hands around. “What is this? What we’re doing. What we did, and you know… where we go from here.”   “Aw, Fuba-chan,” Haru giggled, curling a lock of hair around her finger. “What do you want it to be?”   “I… I dunno. I didn’t think there’d be anything. It was just supposed to be a dumb movie night.”   “It can still be that if you want. We don’t have to tell anyone what happened. We could forget it if you really wanted to.”   “No! No, I mean…” Futaba sighed, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. And failing to ignore Haru’s lovely tits in the corner of her eye. “Why does it have to be complicated?”   “It doesn’t have to be. This can be a one-time thing if it really bothers you.” Haru pet her like a beloved cat and Futaba swore she was going to purr if it got any more soothing. “Next time you turn up we can just have a regular movie night. Or, we can keep it like this. Just the two of us having fun together.”   “Wouldn’t that make things weird?”   “I think we’re a bit past that.”   True, Futaba admitted; weird was kind of their bread and butter. She ran her hands down her face and exhaled slowly. It had been fun. The hentai, the giggling, all the build-up… and then the feel of Haru’s hands all over her. The huskiness in her voice. The feeling of letting go and giving up control to a hungry beast of a woman intent on making her feel so fucking good. Futaba bit her lip as the phantom sensation played over and over on her body. Not helped by Haru’s actual hand drawing lazy circles over Futaba’s bare stomach.   “This was a lot of fun,” She murmured.   “And that’s all it has to be. A bit of fun between friends, right?”   “Yeah… yeah, I guess. Just… don’t tell anyone, alright? I don’t even want to think about what Ryuji will say about it.”   Haru giggled. “I won’t tell a soul.”   “Promise?”   “I promise.” She smiled and gently tapped Futaba’s nose. “If you’re still a little unsure, Fuba-chan, we can always give it another go. Maybe next weekend? We can take it slower, then, and see if we can figure out where all the limits are.”   Futaba broke eye contact, mostly to hide the giddy excitement scrawling itself across her flushed cheeks. “That… that’d be nice.”   “I’m glad to hear it!” Haru beamed, “Besides, I have a lot of other toys we can play with if you want us to. Some of them can be a little… involved. But I think you’ll love what I can do with them.”   Futaba buried her face in her hands, on the verge of that tea-kettle impersonation again, before mumbling out a “Yes, please.”

Chapter 1 - Kaede

Shuichi came to a slow stop, slumping forward as the burning spread through his legs. He panted, rough and ragged, sweat dripping down his body and sticking clothes to his skin.   In retrospect, going for a run after his workout with Kaito had probably been a bad idea.   He exhaled, pushing himself upright and stretching. His back clicked in at least three places. Still, for all the wear and tear, Shuichi had managed to beat his previous time by a good few seconds. And it was a nice enough day – no clouds in the sky, sun shining, but not too bright… - so why not enjoy more exercise? As long as he didn’t end up too sore tomorrow. The first few times had been brutal.   Wiping strands of short, midnight-black hair from his flushed face, Shuichi took a moment to double-check his surroundings. He knew this part of the city well enough, even if he only really passed through here to and from the gym.   And, well… to Kaede’s place.   Shuichi cleared his throat and hurriedly downed the last of his water. Her apartment wasn’t far. Closer than his, actually. And it’s not like she’d mind him turning up out of the blue, right? Not given how close they were. Really, really close.   His face burned a touch brighter, and Shuichi shoved the thought aside. Sure, they’d hung out. And had dates. And maybe kissed once or twice. Okay, fine, they were an item! Kind of. Exclusivity was not a word that seemed to be in Kaede’s vocabulary, and, frankly, Shuichi was okay with that. Not that he ever really took advantage of it – he felt lucky enough just being with her.   He sighed, working through a few warm-down stretches and sauntered towards Kaede’s apartment. He was overthinking things, as usual. He’d just pop in, say hi, maybe get a drink while he was there, and chat before heading home.   Or so he thought as he knocked on her door.   It took several long seconds, but eventually, the plain door creaked open, and Kaede’s blonde head poked through. “O-oh! Shuichi! I wasn’t expecting you.”   “I was just passing by and wanted to say hi, is all…” Shuichi smiled and scratched the back of his head. Why was he still so nervous around her after all this time? “Can I come in?”   “Um- sure, sure! Let me just…” Kaede darted back inside before pulling the door fully open. Her fingers drummed on the whitewashed wood as she stepped aside, the short, narrow corridor forcing them to barely squeeze past one another. A whiff of floral perfume – cherry blossoms? – rolled off her, mixing with her own warm scent.   Shuichi was very grateful for already being flushed.   Kaede’s place was just as neat as he remembered: open plan, save for the bedroom and bathroom, with a simple table and chairs sat just beyond the kitchen counter, bathed in the light from two enormous windows at the far end. A light breeze played with the thin white curtains, casting tiny shadows across a polished wood floor. She even still had that vase he’d bought her ages ago, sat dead centre of the table with a fresh bouquet of flowers erupting out of it.   He dropped his bag on a chair and promptly forgot how to do small talk.   “So, you, uh… just been for a run, right?” Kaede closed the door, unsubtly looking him up and down. She clasped her hands behind her back and flicked her eyes away.   “Oh, yeah. Kaito’s been trying to get me to do more outside of our sessions.” Shuichi fiddled with his sweat-soaked shirt. He was suddenly very aware of how it was clinging to him. And how high his shorts had started riding up.   “Good. It’s been really helpful, right?”   “It’s a lot of work, but I think I’m making some serious improvements.”   “I’ll say!” Kaede beamed, “You’re nowhere near as skinny as when we first met. Not that I minded that at all.”   He let out an awkward laugh. “Come on, it’s not that obvious. I’m nowhere near Kaito’s level. And you should see Maki.”   “Oh, believe me, I have.” She bit her lip and giggled to herself. “But we’re not talking about her; we’re talking about you! Show yourself a little appreciation, you know? You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed some of the other girls staring, right?”   “Wh-what?!” Shuichi exclaimed.   “Oh, nothing…”   Kaede smiled at him, inching towards the table. She wasn’t dressed up or anything – a casual t-shirt and jeans that might’ve looked unremarkable on anyone else. But Kaede Akamatsu was anything but unremarkable. She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, the light catching it just right to shine like spun gold. Every tug of a smile on her lips set Shuichi’s heart aflutter. Every flit of her long eyelashes stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks. Even her nervous habit of fiddling with her hands gave him a warm feeling like he saw something personal. Something uniquely hers.   Shuichi took a step back, and his hand brushed against something on the table. A box, long and black, of good quality too, but no markings or branding at all. Curious. “What’s in the-?”   “Nothing!” Kaede darted between him and it, shoving the box further down the table. “Nothing at all! It’s just, um… something I ordered.”   Shuichi raised an eyebrow. You didn’t need to be a detective to tell something was up.   “Hey, you look super sweaty,” Kaede added quickly, “You can use my shower if you want, just to freshen up.”   “O-oh, okay, I mean…” Shuichi backed off a little, and Kaede advanced. Herding him around the corner and towards the bathroom. “If I’m interrupting something, I can always-”   “No, no, I insist! I mean, you’re not- not like there’s anything to see here!” She laughed, not making eye contact as she ushered him to the door. “Feel free to take your time, too. Okay, have fun, see you later!”   She shoved him in, redder than he was, and slammed the door shut.   Shuichi stared for a few seconds. Have fun? Really? He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Guess he wasn’t the only one still fumbling about this relationship. A slight smile played on his face – it was adorable and, frankly, a little reassuring that even Kaede, who could fluster him with a single look, was still just as nervous as he was. Made him feel a little less out of her league.   Although, insisting he shower was a bit odd. Shuichi sniffed himself and recoiled – okay, maybe not that odd, then.   He turned, blanching for a second before averting his eyes from the array of feminine hygiene products. The cramped bathroom still smelled like Kaede, in a way. The same floral tinge, no doubt from the myriad colourful shampoo bottles. Shuichi stripped down and padded into the frosted glass shower, trying not to overthink it.   His muscles sighed with him as the warm water ran over his body. His hair clung to his neck as he pushed it out of his face, the water dripping down his toned back. A low groan escaped as all the aches and tension melted and washed down the drain along with his nerves. He could’ve stayed there for hours if he wanted. He stretched his arms over his head, the water running along the lines of muscle peeking under his pale skin. Maybe Kaede was right – he was getting an awful lot of tone as of late. Guess Kaito’s training wasn’t as haphazard as he’d thought.   Chuckling to himself, Shuichi shook his head. No wonder Kaede had been flustered.   He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a soft, fluffy towel to dry himself off. Despite the privacy and familiarity, it still felt a little… naughty. Being naked in someone else’s place. It was a silly idea, but Shuichi couldn’t help himself. He reached for his bag and-   … Ah.   He pinched the bridge of his nose. His bag, and the change of clothes inside, were still in the dining room. Outside. Where Kaede was. Shuichi glanced at the pile of sweaty workout gear and grimaced; what was the point of a shower if he just got back in his dirty clothes?   He knocked on the door. “Kaede?”   No answer. He tried again and got much the same. Guess Kaede couldn’t hear him. Shuichi chewed his lip before grabbing the largest towel he could find. He wrapped it around his waist – making extra sure it would stay in place – and carefully opened the bathroom door. “Hey, Kaede?”   Still no answer. That was weird. Bunching up all of his remaining confidence, Shuichi padded across the wooden floor, his hair dripping wet, and rounded the corner to the dining room.   “Sorry, I forgot my bag, can you…?” He petered out as his jaw dropped.   “H-Hey, Shuichi,” Kaede said, her cheeks the same vibrant pink as the shiny, latex leotard she was dressed in. Skin-tight and leaving almost nothing to the imagination, it flared into frills at her hips. Wide, full hips that flowed into long, shapely legs, fishnet tights digging slightly into the soft skin of her thighs.   Shuichi tore his eyes away and found them wandering to somewhere worse: the top of the leotard suddenly stopped, ending in two pointed cups that struggled to cover Kaede’s enormous chest. Perky and pale and almost entirely unsupported, they squeezed together as she timidly clung to the table behind her. A small collar hung around her neck, a thin red tie draping down into a deep valley of cleavage, and a pair of matching cuffs curled around her wrists. And atop it all, a couple of cute pink bunny ears on Kaede’s head, ever so slightly askew.   “So…” she asked, drumming her fingers and avoiding eye contact. “How do I look?”   Words failed Shuichi. He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could manage was a stammer. Eventually, he turned on his heel and stared pointedly at the floor. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare!”   Kaede laughed. “Jeez, you’re allowed to look, you know. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”   “You look- I mean, it looks, um…”   “Sexy?” She offered.   “I wouldn’t, you know, say that, but-” Shuichi turned around and collected himself. “What’s the outfit for?”   “Um, less of a ‘what’ a more of a ‘who’,” Kaede fiddled with the frills on her hips. “For you, actually. It only arrived today, and I wanted to surprise you later, so when you turned up, I panicked, and…”   She sheepishly smiled. “Surprise?”   Shuichi swallowed, heart thumping in his chest. Try as he might, his eyes kept wandering over her – kept peeking at the deep valley of her cleavage or the way the form-fitting latex clung to her soft body, emphasising the cute love handles he adored so much. He laughed, not really knowing why, and scratched the back of his head. “You sure it’s okay for me to stare?”   “I mean…” Kaede playfully rolled her eyes. “You’re not the only one getting an eyeful, you know.”   Glancing down, Shuichi suddenly remembered he was dripping wet and naked. His cheeks flushed – doubly so as Kaede bit a plush lip, her own gaze wandering up and down. Following a bead of water from the top of his neck and down to the toned depths of his stomach. Eyes half-lidded, she almost seemed to forget she was the one seducing him.   Shuichi tightened the towel around his waist, and Kaede pouted. Just for a moment.   “So, this is for me?” Shuichi asked.   “Do you like it?”   “Kaede, you look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible, but-”   She giggled – her turn to flush bright pink. “Jeez, way to lay it on!”   “I’m serious!” He chuckled with her, slowly cracking away the shell of nerves. “You didn’t have to do this.”   “But I wanted to. And, well…” Kaede thumbed the table behind her. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel just a little bit naughty in this.”   “That so?” Shuichi pressed forward, confidence rising as Kaede’s blush deepened. “Well, I feel a little naughty just looking at you.”   Another lip bite. Another flash of those half-lidded eyes. Kaede squeezed herself between Shuichi and the table, trapping herself under his stares. Fuck, he could see all the way down her outfit to the smooth skin below. Watch the pink leotard strain as her chest gently heaved with each breath. Shuichi’s hands founder her hips, fingers tracing over the glossy fabric. Her breath hitched as Shuichi gave her plush rump a good, firm squeeze. “Oh! Someone’s feeling more than ’a little’ naughty, huh?”   “You make me feel downright filthy,” He growled. Shuichi never said things like that not to anyone. Except to her when they were like this – when he knew Kaede would tremble and mutter ‘fuck’ under her breath. She knew his weaknesses, and he knew hers. And it was ever so fun to tease her with them.   He cupped her chin, running his thumb across her painted lips. Kaede gently bit the digit, locking eyes with him as he slipped between her legs. Her calves wrapped neatly around his – a token hold to keep him in place as their lips drew closer. And closer. Hot breath rolling off one another, Kaede’s cherry blossom warmth filling Shuichi’s world.   He leaned in and kissed her deeply.   For a moment, it was soft and romantic. Before the smouldering embers became roaring flames and their hands were all over one another, roaming up their sides and squeezing whatever they could find as the two melted into each other. Their tongues brushed together, and they snatched ragged breaths in the brief moments they dared to break the kiss. Shuichi hoisted Kaede onto the table, tearing away from her lips to kiss across her neck and collar as she giggled and gasped beneath him. God, he loved those sounds. He flicked his tongue over Kaede’s skin, and she shuddered, her hands running through his hair and pulling him back to her mouth. Vicious and desperate. Passionate.   Her nails dragged down his back as Kaede ground against him. She guided his hands back to her body, leading him over the generous curves trapped in her outfit. A soft squeeze of her thighs through the stockings. Lingering touches along her stomach. Hefting her ample tits on his palms. Shuichi couldn’t get enough of her – her scent, her warmth against him, the feel of her shivering and purring under his touch. His kisses descended down her neck as he kneaded her chest, tracing his thumbs over the hard nubs poking through her leotard.   The towel slipped from his waist.   “Fuck,” Kaede breathed, “I really got you going, huh?”   “Can you blame me?”   “Mmm… nope.” With a pleased smirk, she slipped a hand between his legs. Her expert fingers slowly danced along his shaft, sending a shiver up Shuichi’s spine as she gently cupped his sack. Kaede let out a little embarrassed giggle, and Shuichi couldn’t help but smile with her. At least until she started teasing his tip with her thumb.   Well, two could play at that game.   Crushing his lips against hers, Shuichi slid his hand down the smooth, glossy fabric and down between those healthy thighs. Kaede’s breath hitched as his fingertips traced along her folds. He pressed harder, deepening the kiss, making her tremble with every stroke. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Her chest pressed against his – soft and warm and begging to be touched. Shuichi obliged, breaking the kiss just long enough to growl in her ear and make her whine.   His fingers hooked around the leotard’s crotch. Shuichi reluctantly pulled himself from Kaede’s embrace, giving him enough room to see her blush as he pulled the leotard aside. God, she was dripping already. Shuichi ground his fingers on her naked folds, his thumb finding her clit. A shudder ran through her, her hands gripping the sides of the table, a ragged gasp escaping.   “This was s-supposed to be for you…!” Kaede breathed.   “It is,” Shuichi replied, “I just can’t stop myself from pleasing you.”   She snorted. “That was so cheesy.”   “It wasn’t that bad.”   She rolled her eyes at him before cheekily grabbing his arse. Shuichi chuckled back, working his fingers until Kaede’s hips moved with them. Until her breath turned shallow. When her folds were slick and dripping, he finally pushed inside – Kaede moaned, wriggling on the spot. One digit quickly became two as he stroked along her inner walls. He teased her, crooking his fingers, following practised paths that he knew would make her shudder and beg for more. He kept his thumb on her clit – a little clumsy, admittedly, but Kaede wasn’t complaining. She bit her lip as her cunt clenched around his fingers and her toes curled.   Confidence growing, Shuichi reached up and yanked the top of the leotard down. Kaede squeaked as her enormous breasts spilt forth, jiggling softly and swaying as she writhed on the table. Broad, brown nipples jutted proudly from flawless creamy skin. For a moment, Shuichi paused, just to take in the view: his blushing beau, her chest bared, trembling beneath him as she looked up at him with eyes full of need.   He kissed her again, stroking faster in her cunt and roughly grabbing one breast. Palming it, kneading it, and letting his fingers sink into warm, plush flesh. Kaede moaned into the kiss – bucked her hips against his palm as it ground on her most sensitive spot. A tweak of her nipples teased out a squeak. A crook of Shuichi’s fingers worked a shiver out of her. A nip and a lick across her neck made her gasp and hiss out his name.   “Okay, okay!” Kaede pushed him off, pausing to catch her breath. Before Shuichi had time to question it, she slid off the table and turned around, showing off the tight fit. And the little puffball tail perched directly above her plush rump.   Ah, Shuichi thought as she bent over the table.   “Sorry, I just… I fucking need it.” Her voice went husky on that word, and Shuichi’s cock twitched as his face went hot. Kaede bit her lip and wiggled her hips. “Please, Shuichi?”   As if she needed to ask. Though, he loved when she did. Shuichi slid his hands over her hips and waist, gently gripping her as he ground his cock on the latex leotard. Kaede giggled like a schoolgirl, barely meeting his eye though still rubbing back against him. Teasing him with the smooth fabric on his needy cock.   She squeaked as Shuichi shoved her shoulders down on the table. “Oh! Getting a little aggressive, huh?”   “You’re not the only one who needs it.” He held her down, positioning his tip at her soaked folds and slowly pressing into her. Not enough to go in, even though his aching cock screamed for it. No, he wanted her to beg first. “Just how much do you want it?”   “Mm… I need it so bad,” Kaede purred. Shuichi rubbed faster, his hands curling tight around her waist. She whimpered, pushing back with her hips. “Stop teasing me!”   “What’s the magic word?”   “Please fuck me!”   He smirked and pushed himself inside her.   Kaede groaned, eyes rolling back as his cock sank deeper. Shuichi held her firmly in place, rocking slowly back and forth until her arse pressed against his hips. Until his hilt rested on her dripping wet folds. He kissed up Kaede’s back as she shivered – as her pussy squeezed around his cock, begging him to hurry up and just fucking pound her. Instead, he rocked slowly, humping her and savouring the velvety warmth of her cunt.   Burying her head in her arms, Kaede whimpered. Moaned and wriggled against him until his pace finally increased. Shuichi gave her soft rump a quick squeeze, his hands barely covering it before they returned to her hips. Before he gave her one good, hard thrust.   And another, and another, until the carnal instincts took over, and the slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by his groans and her sharp gasps. Shuichi couldn’t help but stare at Kaede’s arse as it slammed back on him, the plush flesh jiggling hypnotically under the tight latex. His hand slipped around the base of the rabbit tail and pulled – more for show than anything, but Kaede didn’t seem to mind. She moaned as her cunt clenched around him. The table shuddered, screeching across the floor as they rutted atop it.   “Oh, fuck…” Kaede breathed, her hands struggling to find something to hold. She took him to the hilt, her eyelids flickering as she wriggled her hips, wringing shivers of pleasure out of Shuichi’s cock.   Already he could feel the pressure mounting at his base. Already Shuichi’s cock was twitching, desperate, the need to cum growing faster and faster. Pushing him to dig his fingers into Kaede’s skin as he railed her from behind. Sweat dripped down his back. His breath came in low growls and harsh gasps.   His rhythm faltered. Shuichi swore under his breath, catching himself on Kaede and kissing her neck. “Sorry, I didn’t-”   Kaede kissed him back. “It’s okay. It’s okay, we can just…”   She purred, her eyes rolling back as Shuichi managed a deep thrust. “Mm, god, that’s so good. Hold on, I have an idea.”   Gently, she pushed him back, letting him slip out of her. Kaede hissed, her arousal dripping down her thighs, a slight shudder betraying her body’s disappointment. Shuichi’s cock ached in protest – so close! But Kaede was standing up now, unsteady legs carrying her over to the couch, hips swinging with a delightful sway. She dropped onto the cushions with a smile and a heavy jiggle. Her ample chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that glistened with every husky breath.   “Well?” She crooked her finger. “Don’t you want to join me?”   Shuichi smiled – a touch proud, a touch embarrassed. He strode over to her, well aware of how her eyes wandered down to his abs. And further to his cock as it bobbed in the air. He swore she licked her lips. But he didn’t give her much time to ogle: he cupped her face and kissed her deeply again. She kissed back, softly sighing against him, her fingers running through the damp mess of his hair.   Until he pushed her onto her back.   Kaede squeaked, her eyes wide with shock until Shuichi pushed himself between her shapely thighs. She briefly looked away, her blush deepening, her hands instinctively covering her breasts. Shuichi paused. He cocked his head, silently asking the question. Kaede gave a quick, shy nod. He smiled back, leaning over to kiss her forehead as his wonderful lover melted beneath him.   Sliding down her body, Shuichi kissed over every inch of bare skin he could reach. The smell of sweat and sex blended with her cherry blossoms. His lips brushed over a nipple, sending a jolt through her. His hands trailed across her sides and to those beautiful legs, his mouth following suit and leaving small prickles of goosebumps in its wake. He hovered above her cunt, glancing up to lock eyes with her. Kaede’s breath caught, and he knew he had her totally under his spell.   His lips trailed back up her. His hands curled around her hips, pulling her toward him. With a low rumble in his throat, he positioned himself just above her, his cock bumping against her slick folds. Kaede bit her lip, excitement written across her face, and her legs curled around him.   Shuichi slid inside her with a groan.   Kaede arched her back, her hips pushing him deeper, exposing the crook of her neck to him. And he dove in, kissing across that sensitive skin, eliciting giggles and pleased squeaks out of her. Her hands slid up his shoulders, hugging him against her as he picked up his pace again. As his hips rocked on hers, filling her up. As her cunt greedily sucked him into its waiting warmth.   “I love you,” He panted.   She grabbed his hair and pulled him into a kiss – as good an answer as any. Her burning body pressed against his, her soft breasts against his chest, as her hands roamed over his hair, neck, and shoulders… anything they could grab onto as he thrust into her. As his pace picked up and the couch creaked beneath them. Shuichi groaned, his hips moving faster and faster. His rhythm wilder, more desperate. Kaede’s legs tightened around him, squeezing him, urging him further. Deeper. Harder!   “Please,” She breathed, “Please, please, please…!”   The pressure was too much. The growing need at Shuichi’s hilt pushed everything else out of his mind. He kissed and nipped and ran his fingers over every inch of Kaede’s beautiful body, pushing her as close as he was. Every tremble pushed him harder. Every whimper and moan filled his ears. He gritted his teeth, burying his head in her neck, pounding away at her, trying to drag out just a few more seconds of pleasure.   A shudder ran through him. A tension. A breaking point. Shuichi slammed his cock into Kaede with a muffled cry and came – pulses ripping up his shaft as he pumped his load into her. She squealed beneath him – a sound he knew very well – and locked her legs around him. Forced him to stay inside as he rocked his hips, eking out every last drop. As her cunt clenched and squeezed and wrung him dry.   They slowed, nothing but aching muscles and shallow, ragged breaths. Shuichi pushed himself up, his body soaked with sweat. Kaede shyly smiled up at him. He let out a little laugh and brushed an errant strand of hair from her face as they locked eyes again. Lost in each other’s satisfaction.   Eventually, Kaede let her legs loosen enough for Shuichi to pull out of her. A small river of cum leaked out, dripping down her thighs and onto his own. His ‘freedom’ didn’t last long; almost immediately, she pulled him back in for a warm – if slightly humid – cuddle.   “So…” she finally said, “I guess you liked the outfit, huh?”   He laughed. “I hope I didn’t ruin it or anything.”   “I don’t think so? Although, if you’d ripped my tights… I don’t think I would’ve minded too much.”   “You’ve been reading too many doujins.”   “Hey, Tsumugi has some great recommendations!”   He gave her a look.   Kaede rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, fine, maybe one or two are a little unrealistic.”   “Was this outfit an idea from one of them?” Shuichi made to push himself off her, but she pulled him back down insistently. He supposed there were worse places than curled up against your gorgeous girlfriend. Especially when her chest was so soft and warm…   “Nah. I just… had the idea, you know? And figured, since we know the best cosplayer in the world, that she might help me out.” She idly played with his hair as she snuggled deeper into the couch. “It was just supposed to be a silly fantasy, but… Well, I guess we both learned something, huh?”   She grinned like an idiot – doubly so with her blonde hair reduced to a cloud-like mess. A messy, beautiful halo for a messy, beautiful angel. Shuichi shook his head and kissed her again. And again. And again.   And before long, they had their hands together, their fingers locked, and shared a pair of warm smiles as they let themselves sink deeper into each other’s arms.  

Chapter 2 - Tried and True

Shuichi hurried into the cathedral as the bell tolled. His sins were many and his need great – it’d been a few days since he’d last paid a visit to the helpful sister. Every time he felt the need to confess, she’d be there, waiting for him with that mysterious smile and a warm welcome. A warm, wet, tight welcome.   He slipped inside the booth, settling himself down and taking his ritualistic deep breath. “Forgive me, for I have-”   “Sinned?” replied the familiar coy voice. “You’re starting to get into a bad habit, aren’t you?”   He laughed, running a hand through his hair. His heart fluttered at every word she spoke. “I’m sorry. All of these, um, sessions have been helping, I promise! After I leave, I feel calm. Serene, even, for a while. I can even spend time around Ka- my love, without thinking of her that way.”   “Oh, I’m so proud of you,” She said sincerely, “Is that why it took you so long to come back?”   “Y-yeah. But, even after you’ve helped me, those thoughts eventually come back.” Shuichi wrung his hands together. “I even tried relieving things myself, but it… it wasn’t the same. It didn’t keep them away as well as you do.”   The nun tutted. “Taking care of it yourself? I thought I told you to come to me if you had those naughty thoughts. Don’t tell me you’re getting tired of this?”   “No!” Shuichi reeled his voice back down to a whisper. “N-No, I could never- I really appreciate what you do!”   “Hmph. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me by breaking our arrangement, would you?” She chuckled coyly. “It’d be such a shame to have to punish you. Unless that’s what sinful boys like you want?”   He swallowed nervously, his cock straining against his tight trousers. “What sort of punishment would it be?”   “Oh? So you do want to be punished?”   “That’s not what I-!”   The nun giggled. “Sorry, you’re just so easy to tease! It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. I only want what’s best for you, after all.”   The low purr in her voice made Shuichi shiver. He wasn’t the only one to thoroughly enjoy their time together. It was apparent there was a little more than duty going on here.   The lattice slid away, but the luscious lips he came to expect never appeared.   “Close your eyes for me,” The nun commanded, “Stand up and stick your cock through, and I’ll give you something special, okay?”   Shuichi undid his zipper in record time. He held himself against the wooden wall, just like he’d done the first time, letting his hard cock twitch in the air on the other side. There was a soft rustling – fabric? – and Shuichi waited as agonising seconds ticked by. He throbbed, needy and desperate until finally, her finger trailed up the underside.   Something warm and soft smothered his cock. Two somethings, squished between elbows, pressing against his hips. Shuichi’s heart leapt; oh god, those were her breasts. No doubt about it.   “Come on, my little sinner,” The nun cooed, “Don’t you want to be purified today?”   She squeezed her forearms closer, the soft flesh of her chest grinding gently on Shuichi’s cock. He bit back a groan as his hips rolled. As he slowly bucked into the deep valley of heavenly cleavage. Daring to peek down, he caught the barest flash of pale skin and broad, dark nipples. They were huge. Full and ample and – fuck, there’s no way he could fit one in his hand! All he could imagine was it spilling past his fingers as he hefted those beautiful breasts.   The nun’s tongue darted across his tip, bringing him right back to the present. Her girlish giggle filled his head as she moved up and down, stroking him with her chest. Moving her big breasts languidly along his shaft as her tongue teased circles around the head. Saliva dripped past her lips, running down both Shuichi’s cock and her cleavage until the skin was slick and wet. Until he could glide easily between her tits, thrusting away with growing need.   “Good boy,” She purred, “That’s it. Work out all that tension. Let all those naughty thoughts disappear.”   They quickly reached a rhythm that drove Shuichi wild. Faint wet smacks filled the cramped booth – the sound of him pumping away, punctuated by the nun’s low hums as she kissed and licked at him. It was so different to before. Softer, less intense, but just as wonderful. Just as easy to lose himself in.   Shuichi whimpered as the nun sped up, her breasts bouncing, jiggling as they crashed against his hips. Small gasps and whimpers escaped him. His hips tried to match her pace, but the pressure mounting faster and faster kept his legs shaking. The sight, the sounds, the sensations, all winding up and up until-!   He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He pressed his head to the wood and whined as pulses ripped up his cock. The nun let out a shocked ‘oh!’ as he came – thick ropes of cum spraying into the air. He kept thrusting, pounding away at her breasts until finally, he had nothing left to give.   Slumping back, Shuichi snatched at his exhausted breath. “S-Sorry! I should’ve warned you.”   “It’s… it’s okay,” The nun said. Through the lattice, he could see her breasts – they were even bigger from this angle! – and the cum that drenched them. The thick droplets of white plastered over her bare chest. And a few ropes dripping down from the hint of her chin showing. Shuichi went red; he must’ve cum all over her face.   “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-!”   “I told you, it’s okay!” The nun laughed, “I knew it was gonna happen; you just caught me off guard, is all. It’s… warm. And sticky. And, wow, it smells so good.”   A slender hand scooped cum from the tops of her breasts, disappearing up to her face. She moaned, and Shuichi definitely heard licking.   “Mmm, there’s so much of it today,” The nun said, “Were you saving up all this ‘sin’ just for me?”   “I-I didn’t mean to,” Shuichi let out a nervous chuckle. “It felt so good, is all. What you did with your, um...”   “My tits?” She shook her shoulders and giggled. “Aw, don’t be so shy. Better you see mine than think about your darling love’s chest, right?”   He turned away from the hole, desperately trying not to think about the hypnotic sway of her chest. Trying, failing, and definitely not forgetting about it. “I guess that’s true. It feels so weird doing this. But it’s all to help, right?”   The lattice slid back into place. “Of course it is! We don’t want you lusting after that poor, innocent sister, do we?”   “But that’s the thing, I…” Shuichi pulled himself together, half-heartedly fumbling with his trousers. “I’m a little worried about that. You’ve been a huge help – I-I mean it! – but the thoughts always come back. And sometimes, I swear they’re getting worse. What if they don’t ever go away? What if I start thinking about her, instead of you, imagining all these things we do together? How can I ever look Sister Akamatsu in the eyes, knowing I’ve thought such lewd things about her?”   “… Sister Akamatsu?” The nun asked quietly. “Kaede Akamatsu is the one you’ve fallen for?”   Shuichi’s heart plummeted to the bottom of his stomach. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Why had he said that? Why had he given her name? God, never mind how hard it would be for him, how difficult must it be for the poor sister on the other side, knowing what she knows? Knowing what she’s had to do to stop him from defiling Kaede with his mind?   “It… it’s true. The one I’ve been thinking about is Kaede.” Shuichi wrung his hands. “Please, she can’t know! I-I know nothing is supposed to leave the confessional, but-!”   “Do you really love her that much?”   There was a strange note to the nun’s voice like she was holding something back. Considering something. Like she’d been presented with as hard a choice as him. Shuichi stared down at his hands, mulling the question over in his mind. Did he? Could he?   “Yeah,” He said at last. “Yeah, I think I do. I love her more than anything else in the world, despite all the terrible things I’ve thought about her.”   Silent seconds crept by like the slow approach of a demon. That was worse than any accusation. Any condemning shout or horrified scream. The nothing.   “I don’t think any of the thoughts you’ve had are that terrible,” The nun murmured. “But if you’re still worried about your impure… urges, then we need to do something, right? And I think I know just the thing.”   “Y-you do?” Shuichi sat up sharply, a flare of hope stirring his poor heart.   “Mhmm. Come back tomorrow, regardless of whether or not you think you’ve sinned. I promise you, we’ll fix everything, and you won’t have to worry anymore.”   ***   After a ridiculous number of thanks and apologies, Shuichi finally hurried out of the confessional booth. And only once the echoes of his footsteps had faded away did the nun emerge as well.   She sighed softly, one hand tightening around the front of her robes. A nervous habit of hers, though here it helped keep the fabric from being stained by the sticky cum oozing over her breasts. The thick, viscous load left tingles over her skin. Fuck, she could smell it still – the intoxicating, slightly chalky scent mixed with sweat and the unmistakable smell of arousal. His, and hers.   He loved her. He loved her.   The nun straightened, tucking loose strands of bright blonde hair back into her habit. Smoothing wrinkles from her clothes, well aware of how they clung to those curves Shuichi loved to stare at. After all, she wanted him to stare. Just a little. Wanted to feel those roaming eyes wander over her as he barely kept his naughty thoughts in check. He was so cute when he got flustered! And those little gasps and moans he made when she had her lips wrapped around him? Oh, yes.   She walked with a skip in her step. Her tongue darted out across her lips as a hunger grew in her core. She was a naughty nun, full of sin and tasty temptation. And it was all because of Shuichi’s growing desire. His palpable need swirling around him like a black cloud. It was her duty to help him, wasn’t it? Was it really a sin if she enjoyed it, too?   Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.   ***   Someone slammed into Miu’s shoulder. She whirled on her heel, middle fingers raised. “Hey, watch it, asshole!”   “Sorry, sorry…” Shuichi mumbled, raising his hands meekly.   Miu Iruma blew a strand of gorgeous golden hair from out of her equally gorgeous face. “Ugh, of course, it’s you, Pooichi. I should’ve smelled you a mile off!”   He sighed and straightened himself out. Miu’s lips curled into a frown. Not even a reaction this time? Dammit, was her shtick getting old already? She puffed out her prize-winning chest and wracked her head. Hey, now was as good a time as any, right?   “Didn’t expect to see you hanging around here,” Miu said, kicking the ground and staring up at the gaudy gothic monstrosity. “Never struck me as the kind of guy to get on his knees for this shit. Bet you get on them for something else, though, right?”   “I’m not-!” He shook his head, those pallid cheeks lighting up a delightful pink. “I could ask you the same thing!”   “Pfft, what, you think I’d ever go in there? Please! My figure alone would make the robe-wearing pansies faint, never mind my killer attitude. The whole place would go up in smoke!” She cackled, “Not even God himself can handle these fat fucking tits!”   “That’s a pretty bold statement…”   “Hey, if he didn’t want me flaunting them, he shouldn’t have given me them!” Miu hefted her tits under her barely-buttoned shirt, a smirk crossing her lips as Shuichi panicked. There’s the pathetic little bitch-boy she knew! She let them drop, very aware of where his eyes were lingering. “Then again, some of those goody-two-shoes don’t look so bad themselves. Maybe that’s why you’re so keen to get in there, huh?”   “Wait, what do you-?”   Miu rushed up, shoving her face in his, almost knocking him off balance. “Don’t play dumb, you pervert! I bet you’re only there to get an eyeful of some of that holy talent! Those robes don’t show much, but I know some boys like the mystery, right? You looking to send one of those cute nuns on a trip to heaven?”   “Will you back off?” Shuichi snapped. His eyes hardened, cutting into her like steel knife-tips.   Miu squeaked and shrank back, her confidence torn to shreds. D-dammit, why did he have to suddenly get so forceful? What kind of nerve did she step on!? “H-hey, I was just joking around…”   “That’s not the kind of accusation you should just throw around.”   “What? Lots of people are into that! You know, forbidden fruit, yadda yadda.” She stood and crossed her arms, trying to find her haughty mental space again. It was way more difficult around Shuichi than she liked to admit. The way he glared at her was so… manly. For a slim little twink.   He sighed again. Idiot seemed to do that every other minute. “If you really need to know, I was just… going to confession.”   “Huh? Confession?” Miu cocked an eyebrow. “What, every other day for two weeks?”   “Wait, how do you-!?”   “Don’t play dumb with me! I’ve seen you skulking around here plenty of times!”   “Are you stalking me?”   She ignored the arguably true accusation. “What kind of sins need you to confess that often, huh? Ooh, maybe you really are looking at those habits the wrong way, huh? Have to keep telling someone about your fucking nun fetish, or you’ll explode, right?”   He went redder than bean paste. Got him! “I-it’s nothing like that!”   “Then you’d have no fucking problem telling me what it really is, duh! I’ll bet the real explosions are the ones happening in your pants, though! Creaming yourself whenever you see a cutie in those robes? They show an awful lot when they bend over, you know!”   “Will you stop that?” He hissed, glancing around the empty street. “I-I just…”   “Just what? Get off on telling a crusty old man about your jerk-off fantasies? Oh, or maybe you’re hoping you’ll get one of those sisters in there! Force them to hear all about the dirty things you’ve been thinking about them?” She cackled like a cartoon villainess. “Damn, Pooichi, I knew you were nasty, but I didn’t think you were that kind of fucking filthy!”   “It’s nothing like that!” Shuichi looked like he was about to stamp his foot petulantly. Always knew he was a brat. He fiddled with his hair for a second, turning away from her. “I have to go. I’ve got… something. Don’t tell anyone you saw me, okay?”   “Ooh, a secret, huh? What’s to stop me from blackmailing you into being my slave?”   He gave her a withering look.   Miu shrank back, turning away as if her crossed arms and boobs could hide her shame. Fuck. “O-Okay, fine, I’ll keep it under wraps. For now.”   “Forever. Please.”   “Ugh, whatever. Not like I care what you do with your dick anyway.” She did, in fact, care. She cared that it wasn’t currently forcing its way down her throat and making her feel like his whore. But Miu wasn’t going to let him know that!   Shuichi lips curled, halfway to a frown, but instead of scolding her, he shook his head and rushed off.   Miu stuck her tongue out and flipped him off. Only when she was sure he wouldn’t turn around with another argument on his lips did she let her shoulders fall. Concern etched itself across her face as she chewed the tip of her thumb.   What in heaven’s name was going on with him? He had all this negative energy floating around – guilt, sure, for whatever he was doing in that church. But something else. Something darker. Miu had been worried about it from the very first time she’d spotted him conspicuously rushing out of the cathedral, but it seemed to be getting worse. She could almost see it around him.   Something real fucking bad was going down in that confession booth.

Chapter 0 - Cheat Code

A gentle breeze tussled Hajime Hinata’s hair, sea salt woven between the zephyrs. The great blue ocean itself stretched endlessly in front of him, calm and perfect just like on any other day, lapping at the white sands. Paradise stretched out behind and beside him as jungle plants filled the island resort with their ever-present sweet smells and bright colours. No matter how long he spent there, Hajime could never quite get over just how perfect everything was. Over just how easy it was to find a spot, sit down, and relax.   Not that he really could relax right then and there, what with the beautiful girl sat beside him.   Chiaki slipped an arm through his and pulled herself a little closer, making Hajime’s heart race. Soft, pale pink hair tickled his neck as her head settled on his shoulder. Despite the tropical heat, she was still in her usual baggy cat hoodie. Then again, it might be for the best; her skin was pale, bordering on pure white, and the sun didn’t always agree with it. The thin band of leg peeking above her thigh highs was risky enough.   Not that Hajime’s shirt and slacks combo was appropriate beachwear either.   A little handheld console hung loose in Chiaki’s other hand – not forgotten about, but waiting in the wings. He knew how much she loved playing games, and she knew how much he loved spending time with her. Sometimes they needed to make a few compromises.   That, and he hadn’t brought his own. Hell, he had no idea where she’d even found one on this damn island!   Shuffling, Chiaki settled into Hajime, a slight hum escaping her as she stared out at sea with him. Hajime glanced down, catching her pink eyes, and a warm smile tugged at her lips. God, he loved that smile – just the tiniest tug at the corners of her mouth made his heart flutter. Maybe it was the sincerity that did it.   He cleared his throat. “It’s beautiful, huh?”   “Yep,” She replied simply.   “You, um… don’t really get many views like this back home, huh?” Hajime kicked himself internally. What the hell kind of conversation starter was that? Not that he’d thought any of this through, to begin with; the plan had been a walk on the beach, alone, with the girl who’d… who’d confessed she liked him after a dare from Ibuki back at the hotel. Who he’d only first kissed a couple weeks ago. Who he’d been dumbstruck by the moment he’d first (literally) bumped into.   Step one had been the walk on the beach. Step two? Shit, he’d never gotten that far.   Chiaki shook her head. “It’s quieter, too. It’s nice.”   “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Hajime breathed a small sigh of relief. Awkward conversations were proving to be a speciality of his. Hey, maybe that was his ‘ultimate talent’? It would certainly explain why they’d tossed him onto this pile of sand.   He glanced back at Chiaki, who had her brow furrowed slightly.   “I, uh…” He looked away, worried she might read something on his face. “It’s nicer at night, though.”   Smooth, Hajime, smooth.   He sighed, resting his head against hers. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get so…”   Chiaki turned, gently cupping his chin and kissing his cheek. “It’s okay, you’re doing great. I have fun when I’m with you.”   “Even when we’re just like this? Seems a little… boring, doesn’t it?”   There was that look again. Hajime dropped the question – not like he wanted to bore her further by dragging down the mood with his moping.   “Hang on,” Chiaki said. Before Hajime could protest, she climbed over his lap and settled herself between his legs. Resting her head back on his chest, Chiaki smiled softly up at him. “That’s more comfortable, don’t you think?”   Hajime’s brain refused to give him a meaningful answer.   Eventually, he settled in with her, his arms around her waist as she flicked her game back on. Hajime watched her thumbs dart across the buttons; Chiaki’s eyes focused so tightly on the screen he swore she’d forgotten he was even there. He didn’t even understand what she was doing half the time – he knew the game, sure, he’d played it for hours himself. But the way Chiaki played it? It was a whole different thing. Not just skill or speed, but an intuition. Like she was really in there.   He couldn’t imagine what it must be like, being the Ultimate Gamer. Or any ultimate, really.   “You’re pretty amazing,” Hajime said.   “It’s mostly just practice and memorisation,” Chiaki said without taking her eyes off the pixels. “After a while, it becomes muscle memory, I think.”   “Even then! I don’t think any amount of practice would get me close to your level.”   She violently tapped ‘pause.’ Hajime blinked as she pouted at him, her cheeks slightly puffed out.   Uh oh, now he’d really done it.   “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” She stated a mix of gentle care and frustration in her voice, like a mom telling her kid not to put his hand on the stove.   “Sorry, it’s just… I’m me, you know? I’m not like the rest of you. I don’t have anything flashy to show, like your gaming, or Peko’s sword-fighting, or Teruteru’s cooking.” He tightened his hug. “I’m just an ordinary guy. I can’t even do a date right.”   “There’s more to life than just talent,” Chiaki said, “You’re not defined by anything. You get to be who you want, instead of an ultimate. We don’t always like our talents.”   “You don’t like being a gamer?”   She shook her head. “No, not me. I like games; they’re fun and challenging, and they make sense to me. They’re easier than people, sometimes. But they’re all people think of when they talk about me. It’s like I’m an ultimate first and a person second. I think.”   Chiaki turned the game back on and snuggled further into Hajime’s arms. “But you can be what you want, right? If you wanted to be a gamer, you could, with practice. If you wanted to cook, you could learn. And everyone would still see you as you. As Hajime.”   “Most people would want to be extraordinary.” Hajime’s lip curled a little. “Not just for themselves, but for the people they know. Who doesn’t want to be friends with someone like Nekomaru or Sonia over someone as bland as me?”   “… I like you for you,” She said quietly.   Fuck. Hajime ran a hand through his hair as a cocktail of awful emotions coursed through him. Way to make a bad date worse! Now he’d upset her, himself – hell, he was sure the wind itself had gotten a little more mournful too. Hajime closed his eyes and desperately wished he’d shut up sooner.   “Sorry,” he murmured.   “You don’t have to be.” Chiaki thumbed her console. “You’re more than just your talent or lack of it. You’re a person – a real, wonderful person. And that’s not just me; everyone you know here thinks that, right? They’re your friends for a reason. That means something, I think.”   “I wish it was that easy, sometimes.”   Another pout and a cheek-puff! As adorable as it was, that was a bad sign. Chiaki stared at him for a few seconds before everything about her kind of went… slack. Like she’d zoned out. Poor girl must’ve been staying up all night again, and the tiredness had caught up with her.   “Hey, Hajime,” Chiaki finally said, “Is it okay if you come over later today?”   “To your cabin? Why?”   “There’s something I want to show you, but I want it to be a surprise. Please?”   Hajime sighed – he could never say no to that face. And it’d be better than brooding all day.   ***   Hajime rapped on the cheap wooden door of Chiaki’s cabin. Aside from her pixel portrait out front, it was identical to the fifteen others stacked in neat rows out front of the resort – plain whitewash, speckled with windows, and a simple slate roof. Similar to his own. However, Hajime strongly suspected hers was probably a fair bit messier and full of controllers. Chiaki didn’t strike him as the kind of person who remembered to pick up all her toys.   The curtains being closed on every window, though? That fit her to a tee.   Sighing, Hajime stuck his hands in his pockets and waited. A surprise, huh? Knowing Chiaki, it was probably a new game they could play together. Not that he minded – okay, he minded a little since she always beat him – but it hardly seemed like the kind of thing that needed build-up. Then again, Chiaki was a bit of an odd girl. Not in a bad way, of course. She just kept catching him off-guard.   Hajime knocked again, louder this time. “Chiaki?”   “Ah, it’s unlocked!” She called from inside. A little panicked, by the sounds of it. Had he woken her up? Hajime smiled and shook his head. Just like her to fall asleep moments before a big surprise.   He pushed it open and slipped inside, looking down at the floor to make sure he wasn’t about to step on a vintage controller or something. Huh, odd; there wasn’t anything down there. Maybe he was wrong about her habits? Closing the door behind him, Hajime put on his best smile.   “Sorry, I think I’m a little…” He trailed off as his eyes widened.   Past all the mess shoved into the corners, beyond the arcade machine – where the hell had she gotten that? – sat Chiaki, framed between the sheer curtains of her four-poster bed, in nothing but a matching set of pink bra and panties.   “Hey, hey,” She said, a hint of that same pink in her cheeks.   Hajime struggled to think of anything to say. Struggled to think, end of story.   “I hope this is alright,” Chiaki said, fiddling with a strand of hair. “I wanted to wear something appropriate, but this was all I had. It took me a while to find the matching pair, though.”   Hajime opened and closed his mouth a few times as his brain failed to boot up properly.   She cocked her head. “Hajime?”   It wasn’t just that she was in her underwear – though, that did a lot. It was Chiaki. Soft-spoken, pretty Chiaki sitting on the edge of the bed as golden sunlight filtered through the curtains. Pink frills and tiny bows highlighted each of her curves, the fabric digging into her skin. Leaving a thin band of indentation that drew Hajime’s wandering eyes. Those things had to be a touch too small, right? Or maybe Chiaki was just bigger than he’d thought, hiding it all under her baggy jacket and skirt. Hajime pulled his gaze away from her – away from the deep valley of cleavage peeking out between her plumped up pillows. Away from wide, flared hips and thick thighs that squished against the edge of the mattress. Away from her flushed face as she smiled so shyly up at him.   Hajime stepped back and thudded into the door, snapping out of his trance. His head snapped up, keeping his eyes firmly on the ceiling. “I-I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you were decent!”   “It’s okay. This is what I wanted you to see.”   His heartbeat leapt, and Hajime strongly considered pinching himself awake. “What?”   Chiaki slipped off the bed, her hands still held nervously in front of her. Tentative steps grew a touch more confident as she drew closer. As her hips swayed and everything about her shook ever so slightly. “I told you I had a surprise, didn’t I? Well… this is it. I think. Actually, I wanted to show you more, but…”   She hesitated, furrowing her brow. “Sorry. I never got this far in any of my games.”   Games…? Oh, right. She did say way back that the only games she struggled with were dating sims and romances. What happened at the end of…?   The puzzle pieces clicked together, and Hajime held back a small, embarrassing squeak. “Y-you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know!”   “Hmm? But I told you, I wanted to show you this.” Chiaki gave him a reassuring smile. No, her reassuring smile. The one that kept him going so often. The one that made everyone’s hearts just a little warmer. “Back on the beach, you kept saying so many terrible things about yourself. About your lack of talent, and how you feel alone and unwanted so much. But I don’t think any of that’s true at all. There’s more to all of us than just our talents, right, Hajime? So that means there’s more to you. At least, I think so.”   She took a deep breath and stepped toward him. Inches from him. Hajime turned his face away, desperate not to embarrass himself by staring down her bra. Soft hands cupped his chin and drew him back down, right to Chiaki’s smiling face. His pulse quickened faster than it had upon seeing her on the bed.   “You mean a lot to me. I’m not good at saying this kind of thing, so… I decided to show you. I want you to know just how special you are to me, Hajime. Is that okay?”   It took him far too long to realise she’d asked him a question. Chiaki idly played with the buttons on Hajime’s shirt, her warm body lightly brushing on his. A waft of her – of cherry blossoms and dust – flew around him. Her hand took his and guided it up to her face. To her cheek, letting her rest on his palm. Hajime ran his thumb along her cheek, and her face brightened. Turned a touch pinker.   “I… I think I’d like that,” Hajime finally managed, “So, how do we-?”   Chiaki pushed onto her tiptoes and kissed him.   They’d kissed before – and it’d been no less nerve-wracking or magical then – but this was a different kind of kiss. A hungry kiss. One that promised so much more if only they were brave enough to take those next few steps. Hajime cupped Chiaki’s face and ran full tilt into that more, kissing deeper as she responded in kind. As they held each other there, hearts thumping loud enough for the other to hear.   They broke apart, panting in unison.   “Wow,” Hajime said.   “Yeah.” Chiaki tucked a strand of hair out of her face, settling herself on him. Her shockingly large breasts squished against his chest, threatening to spill out of the bra. “You’ve levelled up, Hajime.”   “Levelled…?”   She wrapped her arms around him, pressing tighter, and Hajime was suddenly aware his brain wasn’t the only thing having trouble controlling itself.   “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He started.   “It’s okay. This is what’s supposed to happen, I think.” Chiaki smiled cheerily, rolling her hips a little. Hajime bit his lip as her warm body ground against the growing bulge in his trousers. “It actually feels kinda nice. It’s kind of like your weak spot, right?”   Hajime let out a snort of laughter. “You’re not going to call it a joystick, are you?”   She pouted and puffed her cheeks out.   “Sorry, sorry, I’ve just never… you know?”   “This is all new for me too.” Chiaki took his hands in her own. “So we can take our time figuring things out together, right?”   She pushed up and kissed him again – a shorter, sweeter one that made Hajime’s heart flutter. He hugged her close as her hands wandered down his body, playing with his shirt. He jumped as eager fingers slipped under the fabric and over his bare skin. He heard Chiaki’s breath hitch as she explored his toned stomach, working all the way up to his broad chest. Shivering at her touch, Hajime thudded back against the door, unsure what to do. Unsure where to keep his hands.   Chiaki gave him a coy look, grabbing him by the wrists and showing him exactly what to do with them.   Hajime’s face burnt bright as his palms found themselves pressed into her round, plush arse. On instinct, he squeezed, the soft skin easily giving under his touch. His fingers digging deep. Chiaki gasped, pushing her hips back into his hands.   “Don’t be shy,” She said, “You can do whatever you want. I won’t mind.”   “Are you sure? This is all happening so fast!”   Chiaki popped a button on his shirt and kissed the newly exposed skin. “It’s okay, Hajime. I want you to have fun too. This is like a co-op game, after all. I think.”   Trust her to put it like that. Hajime took a quick, shaky breath and tried to push the nerves to the back of his mind. Tried to lose himself in the moment. It was getting easier the longer Chiaki held herself against him, her warmth seeping into his own. Another firm squeeze, another short, adorable gasp from the gamer girl in front of him, and Hajime could feel the fire spreading over his skin. Everything about her was so welcoming – from her plush body right up to that shy smile. He gently kneaded her arse, marvelling at how it felt against him. Hajime’s hands slowly trailed upwards, over wide hips and a tiny waist. Across a stomach, neither toned nor pudgy, just soft. And up to…   The nerves came right back as Hajime hesitated, hands hovering on Chiaki’s torso.   “Oh, I’m sorry.” Chiaki reached around behind her back. “I can just…”   “Wait, hold on, you don’t have to-” Hajime started, his pulse racing, before the pink bra slipped from Chiaki’s shoulders and fell limply to the floor. Before she leant back, giving him a clear view of her naked breasts. Her full, perky, and generous breasts. Somehow, they looked bigger out of the bra. They were everything he’d ever imagined they could be – not that he’d ever, you know, imagined them that much! Or often. Maybe once or twice. Several times. Sometimes in one day.   Her small hands took his and pushed them a few inches up until her heavy chest rested on his palms. “There. That’s better, right?”   Hajime’s breath caught. He was holding her tits. He was holding Chiaki’s tits! Broad, pink nipples brushed against his fingers. Smooth skin burned against his. Although full and heavy, he could feel just how plush they were, just begging for him to grope them. Begging for him to get just a little rougher, a little more eager. Hajime indulged, giving them a squeeze, and Chiaki’s face lit up. Her mouth hung half-open in a gasp as she pushed against him. As her hands quickened, picking away his shirt until he was as bare-chested as her.   They kissed again, throwing themselves into it as their hands wandered over the other. As they traded gentle touches for small shivers and ticklish brushes across shockingly sensitive skin. Hajime’s nerves faded away the more he indulged, one hand on Chiaki’s chest and the other on her rump, feeling over every inch of her hourglass curves. Soft moans leaked between their kisses. Her hand wandered down and traced the bulge in his trousers, a sharp jolt leaping up Hajime’s spine, and he bucked into her. Rutted on her fingers and against straining fabric.   “You’re really hard,” Chiaki breathed, “You must be enjoying this, right?”   Hajime groaned as she dragged her thumb over him. “You have no idea.”   “I’m glad. I was worried I’d do something wrong.”   She took his hand and drew him to the bed, a veneer of confidence broken only by the faintest squeeze of her fingers around his. It was easy to forget that she probably had as much experience as he did – namely, fuck all. But as Hajime fell onto the sheets, Chiaki pulling him tight against her, that all stopped mattering. He could let her lead him wherever she wanted, and somehow, he knew she wouldn’t let him down. Not as long as her lips kept firmly against his, or her arms wrapped tight around him.   Chiaki rolled him onto his back, straddling his waist. Her hands holding his head as she just lovingly watched him for a moment. As her pale pink hair framed that delicate face and her bright eyes. Another kiss, then two, then three, each one moving further down until her lips were trailing across his neck. A fluttering butterfly that wound its way over his collar and his broad, toned body, lingering on his chest. Hajime blushed as hands stroked along his sides, fingers tracing every peak and valley. As Chiaki’s coquettish smile made him feel somehow smaller and bigger at the same time.   “You look incredible,” She murmured.   “Wh-what?” Hajime blinked, damn sure that wasn’t the sunlight burning his cheeks.   “I said you looked amazing, Hajime.” Chiaki pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and kissed across Hajime’s stomach. “You’re so… big? And handsome. And despite all that, you still look super kind.”   She rested her head on his torso, just looking up at him. Admiring him. Her voluptuous body settled on his, so small compared to him, yet somehow she kept him frozen in place with just a look. No, not frozen; comfortable. Relaxed. Like how he felt in the morning when he didn’t want to leave the bed, but it was her he never wanted to untangle himself from.   Hajime gasped as Chiaki’s lips trailed further down. As her hair tickled his stomach and her warmth slid over his – look, she was a curvy girl, alright? And there’s no way she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She already knew what she did to him. Hajime shivered as her hands stroked along his trousers – up along his inner thigh, Chiaki’s thumbs brushing over his crotch. Tracing that bulge again. Slowly building up the anticipation thumping in his ears as her fingers fumbled with buttons and buckles and zips.   He sat up, reaching for her hand. “You don’t have to, i-if you don’t want to!”   Chiaki looked like she’d pout for a moment. She shook her head softly, her smile coming right back as she took his wrist and kissed the back of his hand. Hajime’s heart stopped dead for a second – was this what those princesses felt like? What the hell was she doing to him?   “Relax, I want to do this.” Chiaki stroked her thumb over the back of his hand. “I told you, this is about making you feel good. About showing you what you mean to me. I… have a lot of feelings about you, Hajime. Don’t you want to see them?”   Yes. Yes, he absolutely fucking did. She gently pushed Hajime back – the lightest of touches imaginable – and he fell into the sheets. Watching, pulse racing and mouth dry, as she pulled his trousers down. As her breath caught and her hands brushed over his underwear. As fingers curled around the waistband and gingerly pulled them away.   She stared for a second. “Huh.”   “Wait, what do you mean ‘huh’?” Hajime sat up.   “I didn’t know what to expect, is all.” Chiaki held his cock by the base, looking curiously over it. “I’ve never really seen one outside of h-games. It looks pretty big, though. I think.”   Her hand curled around his shaft, pumping languidly along it. Hajime groaned as her light touch sent small waves of pleasure through him. Chiaki’s eyes widened, and she leaned closer, her hot breath rolling over his sensitive skin. “Wow, it’s so much hotter than I thought it’d be. It’s… kind of springy.”   She settled between his legs, stroking and staring with rapt fascination. It was weird, having someone else’s hand on his dick. A little clumsier, really. But Hajime didn’t care – as long as she kept going, he’d be happy. As long as she kept looking at him like he was some interesting new toy to play with. His cock twitched, and Chiaki gasped, pumping faster. Just watching in awe as Hajime’s hips gently bucked into her hand.   Chiaki straightened herself a little, looking shyly up at Hajime, and kissed his tip. Flicked her tongue over the bead of pre-cum budding atop it. Hajime’s breath hitched at the sudden shock of pleasure. At the brief moment of wetness. He flushed and turned away from her smile, too embarrassed by- by what, exactly? Why was he so nervous around her?   Another kiss. Another peck. Chiaki worked her way down his shaft, her small moan making his heart beat faster than ever. She let his cock lay on his stomach and slowly dragged her tongue along the underside – ticklish pleasure sending a shiver up Hajime’s spine. Down she kissed, and up she licked, taking her sweet time teasing him with those shudders. Hajime groaned, slumping back on the bed, eyes shut as Chiaki lapped at him. As she made his toes curl with just the slightest flick of her tongue.   “Oh, fuck…” He breathed.   “Mm…” Chiaki swirled her tongue over his tip. “You make some lovely noises, Hajime.”   “I-I…” He had no idea what to say to that. All he knew was it made him feel… weird. Between that and the way she looked up at him, he felt wanted. He bit back a shocked gasp as she wrapped her lips around his tip, and she popped off with a giggle.   “Sorry, did I move too fast?” Chiaki said, giving him no time to answer before she was lapping up his shaft again.   “No, no… fuck, that feels good.”   “I’m glad. You deserve it.” She smiled, kissing back down. “Oh! Ibuki showed me some videos, and from what I saw, this should feel good. I think.”   Wait, Ibuki showed her-? Hajime’s hands curled into the sheets as Chiaki’s tongue danced over his balls, bathing him in ticklish delight. He couldn’t hold back a low, rumbling noise as she buried her face in his crotch and swirled and slurped over the sensitive skin. She threw herself into it without a second thought – clumsy, but fuck was it good! What kind of videos had she been watching to pick this up?   With a lurid pop, Chiaki pulled off and lapped her way back along his cock, until every inch of his shaft was sparkling and slick. “That’s it. Don’t hold back, okay?”   “I’m not holding anything- Ah!” He bit his lip, stifling a shout as Chiaki sucked on his tip. She pulled off and pouted at him.   “Like that. I… I want to hear those noises you make, okay?”   “But what if someone, you know, hears me?” Hajime whispered, remembering how easy it’d been to overhear Akane and Nekomaru from the outside. He looked back at Chiaki, and there were the puffed cheeks. “S-sorry, I’m just nervous.”   “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, right?” She stroked him faster, thumbing his spit-soaked tip. Teasing a very particular spot that made Hajime’s thighs tense and the pressure bubble at his base. “And I like hearing them. I want to know you’re feeling good, Hajime. This is about you, remember?”   “Yeah, but I...” He glanced at the window. “I just- fuck!”   Chiaki swallowed half his cock in one go, her lips gliding down until the tip bumped on the back of her throat. She bobbed slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his. Keeping him frozen in shock and strange new sensations. Gradually, her annoyed glare melted away, replaced with a low purr in her throat. Then a moan, her pace quickening, her tongue pushing past her lips to tease what skin she could reach. One hand stroked his base as wet noises filled the room.   A soft whimper escaped Hajime. He closed his eyes, shuddering, instinctively holding back the moan building in him. He knew she wanted to hear it, but part of him resisted. Was he afraid? Dammit, it was so hard to think- oh, shit, she was sucking his tip again! Swirling that incredible tongue as her hand gracefully teased the rest of his cock.   She pulled off and kissed down to his balls, looking plaintively up at him. Half-lidded eyes asking him ever-so-nicely to let her hear those noises again.   “God…” He breathed and moaned as loud as he damn well pleased.   Chiaki flushed bright red, her kind smile growing as she worked his cock. As hand and lips and mouth lavished him in wet warmth, gently wringing more and more out of him. Every ticklish sensation coiled into tight knots at his base, building up and up into an agonising need for release.   “That’s it,” She said as kindly as if she were helping him through a complex problem, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”   “You have no idea,” Hajime groaned.   “You’re doing great, I promise. Just relax.” She swallowed his cock again, making a mildly frustrated noise as he bottomed out at the back of her throat again. Chiaki hummed, keeping her pace steady, working that little knot of pleasure tighter and tighter until it was all Hajime could think about. Until it took so much of his willpower to hold it back. Not so soon, please!   His fists curled in the bedsheets. A hand slipped over on, and Chiaki was looking up at him with that soft, reassuring look. Stroking his thumb with hers. Hajime’s heart fluttered, his head reeling from the mix of tones in the scene before him. And then her rhythm quickened, and he threw his head back, her name on his lips as she sucked. As her tongue found those spots again, as her wet slurps filled his ears, as the pressure built up and up and-!   He cried out, uncaring who heard, as pulses ripped up his cock. As that hot, wet mouth engulfed as much as it could, holding him in heaven as a flash of white hit his mind. Thick, hot cum erupted out of him, each spurt punctuated by a twitch and a hurried gulp.   Hajime slumped back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his brain came down from its post-orgasmic high. Nothing he’d ever done to himself could ever compare to that.   He pushed his head up as Chiaki pulled off his cock, one hand pressed to her mouth. Her brow furrowed slightly, a curious expression on her face before she closed her eyes and loudly swallowed. She wiped her lips and looked back at him a touch apologetically.   “It’s a little saltier than I was expecting,” Chiaki said.   Hajime let out a snort of laughter. “Sorry, I should’ve warned you. I just… wow.”   The shame hit a second later. Dammit, his first time, and it ended that quickly?! He looked away, embarrassment carved into his face, and hurriedly mumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… shit!”   “Huh?” Chiaki cocked her head.   “You know. I mean, after all, you were… it just felt so good, is all.”   Without even moving, that tilt of her head turned from curious to sincere; something in her eyes softened, and Hajime found himself somehow more reassured and all the more nervous. How did Chiaki do that so easily?   “You’re worried about your time, right?” She said, slipping seamlessly back into her metaphors. “It’s okay, Hajime; this is about you having fun.”   “You’re not disappointed?”   “Why would I be?”   “I… I guess I just assumed you would be.”   Hajime squeaked as Chiaki crawled up his body, unsure if his eyes should linger on that soft smile or on the tits swaying beneath her. She straddled him, shapely thighs squishing around his rugged torso, hands sliding over his pecs. As her pink panties, barely visible, settled atop his half-hard cock. He opened his mouth, and a low groan came out as her hips rolled along him.   “That’s it,” Chiaki cooed, “You don’t have to worry about anything, okay?”   He bit his lip, his hips jerking against hers, grinding along her panties. Her damp panties.   She shifted, resting herself on his body, her luscious legs stretched out behind her. With a coy smirk, Chiaki reached down and pulled his cock free – letting it stand hard and proud just behind her plump rump. Her hips rolled back on him, dragging that sodden fabric along his shaft. Her thighs squeezed tighter, smothering Hajime in their soft warmth. And Chiaki’s whole body moved, lifting up and down; pumping along him ever so slowly.   Chiaki bit her lip and wriggled, resting her hands on Hajime’s chest. A small shiver ran through her as her hips rose and fell. As she squeezed those enormous thighs together, the tip of Hajime’s cock barely peeking past the pale skin. Her saliva still clung to his cock, letting it glide effortlessly in her trap, staining her panties even further. The wet fabric a touch rough, but not unpleasant, as Hajime’s tip ground across the folds beneath.   He groaned, and thrust with her – the room filling with the slap of flesh meeting flesh. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist and fucked her thighs, watching them jiggle over her shoulder, until Chiaki shoved him to the bed and forced his hands to his sides. A shy, but determined look on her face as she worked her hips. As she teased out that growing pressure with silken skin.   “Does that feel good, Hajime?” She asked softly.   “Fuck,” Hajime breathed “But what about you?”   “I’ll be fine. You’re doing great, actually!” She shuddered, her legs squeezing together around him. “But if you really want to make me feel good, you could always…”   Her hands gently gripped his and pulled them to her body. Without thinking, Hajime’s palms glided up her hourglass curves, caressing every inch of pale skin. Chiaki gasped as his fingers sank into her arse. As he cupped her chest, thumbs circling those sensitive buds. As he stared in awe at her beautiful body caught in golden light. Suddenly, he was sat up, his lips wandering over the tops of her breasts. His tongue tracing eager paths around her nipples. Chiaki’s hands roamed Hajime’s hair, holding him close, and her breath growing ragged. Needy.   “That’s it,” She moaned, “You’re doing so good, just like that…!”   Hajime nipped along her neck, gasping with her as each shiver ran down her spine. He couldn’t get enough of Chiaki’s scent. Her warmth. The feel of her in his arms and him in hers. Of her hugging him tight to her breasts as she rocked back and forth. Hajime’s thumbs found their way down over her soft stomach and across the waistband of her panties. Down between her legs, brushing over the thin fabric. He shifted, and his fingers brushed along her. Chiaki tensed, breath caught, and her grip on his hair ever tighter.   A single, breathless ‘please’ was all the motivation he needed. Hajime kissed her deeply, working his fingers across her folds. Clumsy, he’d admit, but from the noises Chiaki was making, neither of them fucking cared. She shoved him away just long enough to shimmy out of them before pouncing, pinning Hajime to the bed and smothering him under another kiss. She grabbed his hand and brought it back between her legs, the message loud and clear.   Hajime stroked along her, pushing gradually harder until his fingers slipped inside. Until she gasped and arched above him, her eyelids flickering.   “Keep going,” Chiaki whispered in his ear, “A little further and faster, I-I think.”   He obeyed, and her walls tightened around him. “Like that?”   She nodded, a breathless laugh escaping, and she kissed his forehead. She stared lovingly at him for just a moment before a shudder ripped through her, and she groaned, pushing back on his hand. Hajime fumbled his thumb over her clit as he curled his fingers inside her, trying to find the spots that made her quiver the most. Watching her shake and buck as sweat glistened on her skin. As small whines and whimpers filled his ears. She grabbed him, pulling him into a deep kiss, urging him on until his fingers ached and his palm cramped. Hajime pulled her up, suckling on her tit again – tugging it between his teeth while Chiaki squealed.   “A-a little more!” She whimpered, “That’s a good boy, Hajime, you’re doing so good!”   No one had ever called him that before. Some part of Hajime hesitated, confused by the rush of pride and embarrassment. Unsure of what she meant or denying if it could really mean him.   The rest of him got fucking hard.   Chiaki’s back arched, and she buried her head in his shoulder. Shoved her hips back on his hand. Fists balled in the sheets beside him, her panting, desperate breaths in his ear, sending goosebumps across his skin. Her thighs clenched around him once, twice, three times, each stronger than the last, as Hajime stroked her inner walls, pushing her closer and closer until finally, she broke. With a muffled cry, Chiaki froze, spasms wracking her limbs. Breath frozen in a silent scream for a good, long second. Before finally, she collapsed. Dropped atop him as a soft, swart-slick mess.   Hajime gingerly pulled his fingers out of her, wincing. “Are you alright?”   “Mmph…” Came the first reply. Chiaki squirmed for a second before finally pushing her head up. She peered past the thin curtain of wild, pink hair and smiled. “See? You’re much better than you thought.”   He fumbled for an appropriate response and settled for looking away as she giggled. She leant forward and kissed his cheek, dropping back down and keeping her satisfied stare on him. Why did a look like that make him feel so, so… warm? Like she wanted to wrap him up in blankets. And he wanted her to do it. He sighed and let his head drop back onto the sheets, his arms finding their way around her waist.   “You didn’t really mean that, did you?” He asked, “Me being better, right?”   Chiaki tapped her cheek, thinking for a moment. Long enough for him to appreciate just how wonderful she looked completely naked, her chest squished on his and her plump arse catching the light. Her shapely legs kicked idly behind her, and every time she moved, he could feel his cock rub along her stomach.   “You were a little rough, actually,” Chiaki finally said, “It wasn’t the same as when I do it myself.”   Way to rescind a compliment…   “But it was never going to be, I think. You did great in your own way.” She leaned up and pecked his lips.   Hajime half-heartedly laughed, shaking his head. “So, we can cross that one off the talent list, then?”   She gave him a look, cheeks puffed.   “Kidding, kidding!”   “You shouldn’t joke about that. Not now, okay?” She ran her hand through his hair, the gentle touch making him blush more than when she’d screamed above him. “It’s okay to just be you and enjoy yourself. I think.”   He knew Chiaki was right. She’d been right from the start. And, well, he’d be lying if she hadn’t made him forget a lot of it. It was hard not to feel like the king of the world when a beautiful girl was begging you for more. Or looking at you like that, her eyes so full of wonder and love and… fuck, he could just lie there all day under her smile.   “Besides,” She added, “If you want, there’s always one other thing you can try.”   “What do you- oh.” He gasped as she ground on his cock. “Are you sure you’re…?”   “On my own, my record is five times in a row.”   “W-wait, five times?!”   “You don’t have to go that far, though. I couldn’t walk right for a while afterwards.”   Just what had she done to herself? A joke about controllers and ‘vibration functions’ hovered in the back of Hajime’s mind, but he kept it to himself. “So, um… how do you want to…?”   “This is about you, remember? How do you want to do it?”   He… didn’t know. Not right away. A hundred different options rushed through his head, but none of them felt right. Some part of him always shied away, always asking ‘will that be enough?’ Not for him, Hajime realised, but for her. Always thinking about what would make the best impression on her and not what would make them both feel amazing. Always trying to grade himself in someone else’s eyes.   In the end, instinct decided; Hajime ran his hands down Chiaki’s arms, his fingers finding hers and gently closing around them. He kissed her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. Felt his cock twitch as Chiaki stirred above him. With a short, deciding breath, he rolled her onto her back. Pinned her to the bed, settling himself between those wonderfully soft thighs.   “Oh!” Chiaki gasped. Her turn to flush pink.   “Will this do?” Hajime asked, pushing her wrists gently but firmly into the sheets.   “Yeah. I think it will.” She smiled back at him, and he just lost himself in the moment. In her warm, bright eyes. In the way that her dishevelled hair fell about her face. Hajime couldn’t help himself – he kissed her deeply, letting her hands go, and immediately they wrapped around his shoulders. Pulled him against her as her hips bucked into his.   They broke apart just long enough for him to fumble his way out of his trousers and boxers, kicking them off into a pile somewhere out of mind. Hajime’s hands glided over Chiaki’s thighs, gently easing them apart. Letting himself slip between them, his cock resting on Chiaki’s stomach. Jesus, she looked so small – for a moment, he worried he might genuinely hurt her. Wouldn’t that be just like him?   She must’ve sensed something because Chiaki’s hands were suddenly on his own, squeezing gently. She didn’t have to say a word. She trusted him, and that was more than enough.   Hajime squeezed back. Slowly, he ground himself along her cunt, hissing sharply at the wetness against his skin. Chiaki burned beneath him. Hajime shuffled his hips back and pressed his tip against her cunt with one last reassuring look between them. Pushed a little firmer as her hands guided him in. And, with just a touch of resistance, he slipped inside.   They gasped together. Hajime groaned as he sank deeper – as Chiaki drew him deeper, the heavenly warmth and silken walls eager and welcoming. Chiaki wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers trailing over his shoulders, a soft moan on her lips as Hajime moved in her. As he gingerly thrust.   “Don’t worry, you’re not hurting me,” Chiaki whispered, caressing his hair. “You’re so big, and it feels so good! Just keep it like that for me, okay?”   He nodded, breathing a small sigh of relief. His rhythm gradually relaxed, his thrusts slow and steady, the bed creaking gently beneath them. Chiaki purred, closing her eyes and letting her mouth hang half-open. The sight of her letting go like that was just magical.   He sped up, and Chiaki let out a slightly surprised noise. When Hajime hesitated, her hands were in his hair, gripping tight in a firm don’t you dare stop! He grinned back at her and thrust.   The smack of their bodies filled the room – filled Hajime’s ears, punctuated by Chiaki’s low moans and his own grunting. Her body rocked on the bed with every impact, her breasts swaying gently. Hypnotically. The sheer weight jiggling as her nipples traced circles in the air. Hajime tentatively squeezed one, only managing a few choice gropes before his hands were back on the bed, keeping his body up. Holding him steady as he went harder. Faster. Revelling in the way that Chiaki’s cunt clamped around him with every squeal of pleasure.   A stream of praise sang under her breath; that’s it, keep going, so good, good boy! Every word another reason to keep going. Another tingle down his spine and across his skin, his cheeks burning. He yelped as Chiaki pulled him down – far rougher than he’d ever thought out of her – and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, they stared, blushing at one another, before a round of giggles erupted out of them both.   Hajime adjusted his grip, pushing onto his knees as he fucked her, giving himself the best view he could ever have of Chiaki. She lay back, arms above her head, giving him those half-lidded bedroom eyes. Her whole body shook – thighs, chest, arse, hell, even a little bit of paunch on her stomach. Her legs curled loosely around his waist and pulled him just a bit deeper. Pushed him to go just a bit harder.   “Hajime…” She breathed, wriggling on the sheets. “You’re incredible.”   “You feel so fucking good,” He growled back, emphasising it with a good, hard thrust.   Chiaki’s back arched, and her legs tightened. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, peppering his face and neck with short, sharp kisses. Her nails dug into his skin as he sped up. As he pounded her into the bed. As he crushed her body under his and fucked her.   Her legs locked around him. Hajime groaned, the pressure building far too fast at his base. He didn’t want this to end, not so soon! He slowed, choosing depth over speed, pushing himself down to the hilt. His balls slapped gently on her arse, and he got the luxury of seeing Chiaki’s eyes roll back as she bit her lip.   He’d remember that sight for the rest of his damn life.   It was too much – the pressure mounted until it was a scream at the back of his mind. Hajime’s breath turned ragged. Snatched as he tried to hold himself back. “Chiaki, I’m gonna-!”   She tightened around him. Yanked him down and kissed him. Hajime lost it; with a few last, hard thrusts, he gave in to the pleasure and came. Slamming himself deep into Chiaki’s slick cunt until the bubbling at his base ripped through him. Rolling his hips as pulses ran along his cock, spurt after spurt of thick cum flooding Chiaki’s quivering body. Her cunt squeezed around him – wringing him for every drop – her muffled mewls timed to the spasms wracking her. Her nails dug into his scalp. They broke apart long enough for Hajime to let out a low groan and for Chiaki’s head to loll back as the aftershocks hit.   They lay like that for a while, catching their breaths. Hajime let his head hang as he felt the sweat drip down his body. As the heavy haze in his mind cleared. When he looked back up, Chiaki was staring at him, a satisfied smile on her face.   And he laughed. A short, sharp laugh that became a chuckle, then a giggle between the two of them. Hajime slipped out of her and rolled onto his back, staring dreamily up at the ceiling as all the aches and pains in his body started to catch up to him.   Chiaki hummed to herself, rolling onto her side and draping her arm over Hajime’s chest. “That was a lot of fun.”   “You can say that again,” Hajime blew a wayward strand of hair out of his face. “How long have you wanted to do that?”   “… For a while, I think.”   “You think?”   “I mean, I’ve wanted to do… stuff with you for a long time.” She reached her arms to her neck as if to pull up a hoodie that wasn’t there before her hands went back to Hajime’s side. “But you were so harsh on yourself, and I wanted to make you feel better. I hope I wasn’t rushing anything.”   “No, no! Nothing like that, I just- it was a little unexpected, is all.”   Chiaki smiled and snuggled in, her soft body pressed firmly against his stiff muscles. Hajime blushed like an absolute dork but finally found the courage to loop his arm around her waist. Damn, she really was tiny. And yet, he’d been the one to feel like putty in her hands.   “So… ‘good boy’, huh?” He asked.   “Did you like it? I heard lots of good things about saying things like that online. I thought it’d give me some bonus points.” Chiaki said in that chipper, ‘I just got a new strategy’ voice.   “It’s not what I was expecting,” Hajime admitted, “But it was strangely nice. And so was the rest of it. You know, all the… yeah.”   She leant up and kissed him on the cheek. “And it was all true.”   “You were definitely exaggerating.”   “Not really. I meant every word of it. I wanted you to know just how much you mattered to me, remember?” Chiaki tilted his face toward her, looking him right in the eye as that welcoming smile danced on her lips. “I hope you got to see it. Even if it was just for a little bit.”   Hajime kissed her gently. “I think I did.”   Her eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but kiss her again. And again, and again, until the two of them were tumbling over each other, kissing as deeply and passionately as their exhausted bodies would allow.   And, for a few moments more, Hajime Hinata felt like the king of the world.

Chapter 3 - I Want You

Shuichi pushed his way through a stiff, old door into what he could only assume was a lounge or break room for the priests. A rather lavishly furnished one – an oversized couch dominated the room, flanked by end tables and perched above a wooden coffee table. He fingered the paper in his hand – a note left on the confessional, telling him where to go in a beautiful, flowing cursive. She’d even signed it with a heart.   The door creaked shut behind him, and Shuichi stood alone, rubbing his arm as he wondered just what the hell he was getting into.   “Hello? Is anyone back here?” He called.   “J-just a minute!” someone shouted back. A woman and a very familiar-sounding one. “I’ll be right out.”   Shuichi’s pulse raced. He knew that voice – of fucking course he did, he’d been confessing to it for weeks now. Hearing it moan and purr as its owner lavished his cock and swallowed his cum. But the sheer enormity of what he was doing hit him; he was going to see her. He was going to have a face to put to the phantom mouth that’d so eagerly sucked him off. That kind of scared Shuichi. Excited him too, blood already rushing to the wrong places.   But he couldn’t escape the nagging feeling he’d heard that voice somewhere else.   He jumped as a door clicked shut behind him. Shuichi gulped, the note crumpling in his tightly curled fist. This was it. All he had to do was turn around. A giggle sounded behind him –girlish and high like she was as embarrassed as him. Steeling himself, Shuichi turned on his heel.   And found the woman of his dreams looking back at him, with a smile and a blush on her beautiful face.   “Shuichi Saihara, right?” Kaede asked.   “Kae-? S-Sister Akamatsu!” Shuichi leapt back, heart pounding in his chest. “What’re you doing here? I- sorry, I shouldn’t be back here; I was just waiting for-!”   “Me?” She finished for him, her hands shyly playing with her long black robe. Pulling it ever so slightly taut, the fabric clinging to her curves. Her voluptuous, full curves. “You’re waiting for me, aren’t you?”   He gaped like a fish for several seconds before Kaede burst out laughing.   “It’s okay! I know. I mean, I know about… that,” She said, smiling as she rolled her eyes. “I mean, of course, I know about it. I was there, after all. All the way back at the beginning.”   The penny dropped. The gears turned. Shuichi almost screamed as the realization finally clicked in his panicked mind. “You?”   “Mhmm. Me. The whole time.” Kaede played with a strand of golden blonde hair that escaped her habit. “Surprise! I-I’m the one who’s been helping you with your, um… little problem. Well, not so little, really.”   Her eyes flashed with hunger as she sauntered toward him, her wide hips swaying. Shuichi’s back hit the wall as her hands pressed to his chest.   “You’ve been a really naughty boy, haven’t you, Shuichi?”   “S-so, you’ve been…?” He swallowed nervously. The irony was not lost on him. “But why?!”   “Well, it’s enjoyable for one,” She smirked shyly, “And you have been in desperate need of something to keep all that temptation away, for another. But the biggest reason? Oh, jeez, this going to sound so cliché… I, um… I kind of always noticed you were watching me.”   Shit, he thought.   “And, um, well… it’s not like I didn’t like it, you know? I actually kind of liked when you looked at me. The way your eyes lit up. The way you blushed whenever I glanced your way. God, remember when you bumped into me and couldn’t finish a sentence?” Kaede giggled, “It was dumb but cute. Really cute. And I’ve seen you around, with your friends, and I… Well, you’re not the only one who couldn’t get something off their mind.”   “You mean you…?”   “Yes,” She said quickly. “God, yes, I do! Every time I see you, it feels as if you’re playing my heart like a piano – a lilting, joyful song that puts a skip in my step. And the first time you confessed, the first time I… The noises you made! I had to sit down for an hour just to get over it. So when you told me that I was the one you were thinking about, I just… I had to. I had to let you know.”   Shuichi’s breath caught as she leaned closer, her body pressing onto his. Her warmth rolled over him. Cherry blossoms and old dusty pages wafting past. “Doesn’t this go against your vows?”   “Well… yeah,” She bit her lip and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “But I’m only human, right?”   And she kissed him. Kaede Akamatsu kissed him, her fists curling around his shirt. Pulling him tight against her as those familiar plump lips crushed against his. Shuichi hesitated. Froze solid as terror and confusion rushed through him.   But only for a moment.   He grabbed Kaede by the head and kissed her back. Deep, passionate, letting out all the pent-up emotion he’d never been able to embrace. All the words left unspoken. Her hands wandered over his body, tracing along his ribs or dancing across the waistband of his trousers. He tore the habit from her head and ran his hands through that glorious cascade of gold, gasping for breath between kiss after kiss.   “I love you,” He whispered.   “I love you too,” She replied with a soft gasp. And then a growl. “Get undressed. Now.”   “What?”   “Hmm?” She smirked and popped a button on his shirt. “What did you think we were going to do today?”   Another button fell under her deft fingers. Kaede walked back, letting her hands trail down his stomach, and looked at him expectantly. Voraciously. Like he was the only thing that could ever sate her.   Shuichi fumbled with his shirt buttons and hurriedly slipped it from his shoulders.   Kaede bit her lip, her gaze wandering down his slender body. Watching him blush and panic as he struggled to undress. He’d never felt so vulnerable for – never felt so wanted. He shoved his trousers down, leaving him to stand in his boxers with a noticeable bulge in the fabric. Blood rushed up to his face instead, even though he knew she’d already seen it all before. So, so many times.   The boxers hit the floor, and Kaede damn near moaned.   “God, it looks so good,” She purred, “And it’s already so hard! I’m never getting tired of seeing that. Of seeing you.”   Her hands crept behind her back. Kaede hesitated, blushing as bright as the fire in Shuichi’s own cheeks. That shy smile came right back as her hands worked their way down. As the tunic and robes sagged, slipping down her shoulders to expose pale skin.   She gave him one last sultry look before letting her clothes tumble to the floor. And Shuichi’s jaw fell with it. Underneath those modest robes was a cornucopia of carnality: flowery black lingerie hugged Kaede’s full frame, the traps digging faintly into the skin. The sheer fabric and intricate lace barely hid anything at all. Kaede shyly crossed an arm over her chest, plumping her ample breasts up until they almost spilt out of the bra. A garter belt clung to her waist, holding up a pair of thigh high stockings that hugged her shapely legs and plump thighs.   “I-I… wow.” Shuichi said, “Is this how you…?”   “N-not really. Sometimes.” Kaede nervously giggled. “Okay, maybe a little more than I should. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel a little sexy under there, right? And it’s not like anyone will ever know. No one except you that is.”   She blew him a kiss and curled her finger in a come-hither gesture. “It’ll be our little secret.”   Dropping onto the couch, Kaede draped her arms over the back and looked up at him with that mix of sultry confidence and shy nerves – she knew what she was doing, how it twisted him around her little finger, but the thought of it still made her tremble. Shuichi followed her, settling down beside her as his own nerves drove him wild. This couldn’t be real, right? This was all some dream.   If it was, he never wanted to wake up.   “S-so, how do you want to-?” She began, cut off as Shuichi shoved her against the armrest. Her shocked gasp turned to a throaty moan as his hands roamed her soft body, stroking down her sides and over the cute paunch at her stomach. His fingers dragged down, down, down to her legs as his lips crept up, up, up her neck. He hooked a finger around the wire of her bra and pulled it down, freeing those luscious tits from their lace prison, and latched his mouth on a broad, brown nipple.   Kaede squealed, her hands curling in his hair. Her body bucked against him – grinding on his hand as it found its way down between her legs. Shuichi sucked and swirled his tongue along the hard little nub in his mouth, tweaking it with his teeth to draw out another howl of pleasure. Another shiver beneath him.   “You’re so beautiful,” Shuichi breathed, kissing across the top of her breasts and attacking the other nipple.   “Oh, god!” Kaede groaned, “Show me! Show me how much you love my body!”   And he did, kissing his way over her stomach as his hands caressed every inch of her. As his fingers dug into silken skin. Shuichi worked his way down her body, down the couch, cupping the gorgeous nun’s arse as his lips grazed the thin fabric of her panties. He snatched the waistband in his teeth and tugged them away. Buried his face between her legs and lavished her folds with his tongue.   Kaede’s legs wrapped around his head and squeezed tight. Her nails dragged across his scalp as he lapped and kissed and twirled along her cunt and clit. As he kneaded her plump rump and trailed his hands along her gorgeous curves. Every squeal, every gasp, every caught breath was another notch in Shuichi’s belt. Another flutter in his chest. She was making those noises for him. Because of him.   He doubled down and slipped his tongue inside her dripping pussy.   Throwing back her head, Kaede shuddered. The beautiful elegance she’d had when she stripped already melted away into messy-haired, carnal thrashing. Her hips jerked as if trying to push his tongue deeper. Trying to get more and more out of him as he sucked on the most sensitive part of her.   “Oh god,” She breathed, “Oh god, oh god, oh fuck!”   Kaede screamed as her body tensed. As she bucked wildly, her legs clamping around Shuichi’s head. Holding him firmly in place as spasms wracked her. A few more arches of her back. A few more quivering, panting breaths. And she drooped back to the couch, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open.   Shuichi tapped her on the thigh, and she hurriedly let him go. “Um… wow. That was…”   “Fucking amazing,” Kaede finished. Hearing those words from a nun was something else entirely. “If I’d known you could do that, I would’ve had you paying penance!”   He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. Compliments: his one weakness.   The couch creaked as Kaede pushed herself up, kneeling unsteadily. She turned around, settling her chest on the armrest and pushing her plump arse and shapely thighs toward him. Swaying her hips back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum. “Come on, sinner boy. Don’t you want to be ‘purified’?”   She stroked a foot along his rock hard cock, drawing out all the pent-up lust in his body. Before he knew it, Shuichi had pulled himself up behind her, his cock grinding against her cunt. Warmth seeped through his skin as her glistening wet folds rubbed over his tip. This was so different to what they’d done before; a much bigger step. Part of him questioned it – was this okay? Should he stop? Is someone found out…?   Kaede rolled her hips and flashed a plaintive look over her shoulder. He needed no other argument.   Shuichi grabbed her waist, squeezing an adorable love handle as he clumsily lined his cock up with her. “I’ll go gentle, okay?”   “What a gentleman,” She giggled, “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t break if you want to go a little faster.”   Well, if she insisted. Shuichi pushed, meeting a mere moment of resistance – a single moment of hesitation – before his cock sunk into the warm, wet tightness. Before Kaede’s eager cunt pulled him down to the hilt on the first stroke.   They groaned together, a barely audible ‘yes!’ escaping Kaede as she pushed back on him. She buried her face in her arms, shifting her position, and rocked her hips gently back and forth. At least, until Shuichi grabbed her and set his own pace – slow, deep strokes, letting him savour the feeling of being inside her. Revelling in the way her cunt clenched around him as if already trying to milk his cum. His hips bumped against her arse, making the plump cheeks jiggle. Kaede purred beneath him, keeping her eyes on him as he took his sweet time enjoying the sights and sensations of her body.   She winked, rolling her hips in a figure of eight, wringing a shiver of delight out of Shuichi. “Come on. You can do better than that.”   He adjusted his grip, took a breath to steady himself, and gave her exactly what she wanted.   Shuichi slammed into her, the sharp slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. Kaede moaned, throwing her head back as her body rocked with every thrust. Her tits swung heavily beneath her. Her arse bounced and smacked mesmerizingly against Shuichi’s hips. And her cunt! Shuichi doubled over, gripping Kaede’s shoulders and panting in her ear as his instincts took over, and he fucked her like a beast unleashed. He kissed across her neck, struggling to keep a rhythm as her heavenly walls wrapped around him. As her slick hole stroked every sensitive spot at once. As her body pushed back in time with his, wringing out yet another growl or groan.   “You feel amazing!” He gasped, “I-I’ve never…!”   Kaede grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for another kiss. A brief one, broken by a sudden shout and a low purr. “God, your cock is so good.”   “Oh yeah?” He thrust as hard as he could, his reward a sharp squeak and murmured praise. “You like that? You want more of this cock?”   “Please,” She whined, peppering his neck with kisses, her whole body slamming back down his shaft.   Shuichi laughed breathlessly. He forced his tired hips to keep going – aided only by the beautiful sounds his naughty nun made and the growing pressure at his base. The pleasure wringing him dry as he fucked the curvy blonde. He pushed down on her shoulders, pinning her to the armrest, and he swore her cunt got tighter. Pounding into her as hard as he could, throwing shame to the wind and growling in her ear. Moaning for her. Letting her know just how much he loved fucking her gorgeous body.   “I’ve wanted this for so long,” He breathed, “I can’t stop thinking about you. About how you’d look just like this. How you’d moan just like this. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”   “S-such dirty thoughts!” Kaede mock-gasped, “How naughty, thinking about a good girl like me. Taking them all out on my poor, virgin body!”   “You’re anything but innocent,” Shuichi chuckled.   “Oh, so true,” She grinned and rolled her hips again, smirking as his rhythm faltered. How did such a simple movement send a jolt down his cock? How could she make his knees weak so quickly?   He grabbed her by the hair and tugged lightly – not enough to really hurt, though he did consider it. “I don’t think I’m the one who needs to be punished.”   “Punish me, then! I’ve been a very bad girl.”   Shuichi held her by the hips and slammed into her until she screamed. Until the pressure at his base was too much to bear, spurring him on to fuck harder. Faster. To reach that final crescendo. The couch groaned beneath them. The room filled with their carnal cries, loud and open for anyone outside to hear. Shuichi didn’t care. Let them know! The only thing in his head was the urge to fuck and cum, fuck and cum, fuck and…!   “I’m almost there,” He hissed through gritted teeth, “Kaede, I-!”   “Give it to me!” She mewled, “I’m such a slut for your cum! Please, please, pump it all inside me!”    All it took was a few more clumsy thrusts to give her what she wanted. With a strangled shout, Shuichi pulled her back and sunk down to the hilt just as the first wave of pleasure crashed over him. As the first pulse ripped up his shaft and he emptied spurt after spurt inside Kaede’s greedy hole. She cooed and purred, wriggling her hips, trying to milk out every last drop of pleasure from him. Wringing out so much cum it oozed down Shuichi’s sack before he’d even pulled out.   He slipped away and slumped onto the couch, head full of white-hot haze. A thin stream of spunk oozed down Kaede’s thigh as she stroked along her folds, humming and moaning. Keeping Shuichi’s eyes fixed on her even as the post-orgasmic high wound its way down.   Shuichi let his head slump back and snatched ragged breaths. An exhausted smile spread across his face. He tried to think of something witty to say but only ever drew blanks. That was okay – his dumb grin spoke for itself.   He jumped as Kaede dropped into his lap. “What?”   She licked her lips and ground on his cock, squeezing her breasts between her elbows. The hunger hadn’t left her eyes at all. “My turn.”   “I-I don’t know if I’ve got another round in me,” Shuichi stammered.   “Shh, don’t worry.” Kaede pushed him into the cushions. “Just lie back and let me take care of everything, okay?”   Without waiting, she lifted up her hips and sunk down on his shaft.   “Oh, yes…” She groaned, her eyelids flickering. Her hands ran up her curves as her hips swayed, her inner walls working along Shuichi’s overly-sensitive prick. “Your cock is just perfect.”   She bounced on his cock, her thighs slapping on his lap, and slid her hands up his chest and to his shoulders. Looking him dead in the eye with a mischievous smile, Kaede wound her way up and down his shaft, working every inch of her along him. Setting him gasping as jolts of near-painful pleasure shot through him.    Shuichi’s hands leapt to her waist, holding her lightly as she rode him. His eyes roamed over her enormous bouncing breasts, or her jiggling thighs, or her soft stomach. Everything about her was a feast, and he wanted to taste all of it.   Hands cupped his cheeks, and Kaede kissed him. Again and again, crushing her lips to his. Her hips moved faster – slammed harder and harder – her desperation mounting as she held him to her chest. Low moans turned to harsh gasps and hisses as her pace quickened. As her cunt clenched around him. As her fingers laced through Shuichi’s hair.   He kissed back, at first. Then over her neck and collar, nipping and licking whatever skin he could find. Trailing down to her chest and taking her nipple in his mouth. Suckling and moaning as she tensed atop his lap. He slapped her arse with both hands, and she squealed. Fucked him. Pounded down on him as every breath of hers became laced with a demand for more.   His hips thrust up. Shuichi held her by the waist and fucked her as fast as she fucked him, praying he wouldn’t break too soon. Teasing or caressing every inch of her he could reach, his hand wandered down between her thighs and found the spot that made her scream. She held him tight, a string of needy pleas falling from her lips.   “I love you,” She breathed, “I love you, I love you, I love-!”   Kaede threw her head back and screamed. Her nails dug into Shuichi’s shoulders, threatening to draw blood. Sharpening into pointed black talons. She bucked her hips wildly, wringing as much out of him as she could, her eyes rolling back as they turned a devilish yellow. Something long and thin whipped behind her, lashing across Shuichi’s thigh. Fire burned across Kaede’s skin, leaving marks across her body – curling into a curious pattern above her womb. As Shuichi sat in shock, her head lolled back, and a pair of stubby black horns curled from Kaede’s forehead.   “Mm…” She let out a sultry purr. “That’s just what I needed.”   Shuichi stared with wide eyes and absolutely no idea what’d just happened.   “…What?” Kaede asked. She glanced down, and her cheeks reddened. “Oh. Oh, no. Shuichi, I- this isn’t what it looks like!”   “I-I don’t know what it looks like!” He exclaimed.   “Okay, well, don’t freak out, but, um… I haven’t been totally honest with you so far.” She fiddled with her hands and smiled. “I-I might, maybe, sort of be a…”   The door slammed open. The two of them jumped, heads snapping toward it, as a tall figure lowered her leg and glared down at them.   “I fucking knew it!” Miu Iruma shouted.

Chapter 1 - Original Sin

Shuichi Saihara fiddled with his shirt collar under the stone gaze of saints and saviours. A few scattered footsteps echoed around him like cracks of thunder, as if the high, vaulted roof were alive with storm clouds. White gothic arches loomed above him, sharp points like rows of raised spears. He’d come to the cathedral for peace and solace, but the longer he sat, alone, in the uncomfortable wooden pew, the more Shuichi began to panic. The more his foot tapped on the tiled floor. The more his heart fluttered.   It was a beautiful building, no doubt about that, but a big one. A monolith of pale limestone and old, blackened wood. Figures in stained glass windows watched him as he breathed slowly out. As he adjusted his button-down shirt and pushed a strand of midnight black hair back into place.   Just a little longer, Shuichi reminded himself.   The toll of a bell reverberated through the air – a long, violent note that almost stopped Shuichi’s heart. He snatched a steadying breath, hand on his chest, waiting for the thumping to die down as his cheeks burned. He knew someone had to have seen that little jump. A surreptitious glance told him otherwise – he was maybe one of a handful of people in the whole cathedral, never mind the central aisle – but he couldn’t shake the eyes on the back of his neck. The boring stares. Shuichi balled his fists into his trousers and tried hard not to look at the mournful face of the crucified figure above the altar. He’d never judge Shuichi unfairly, right? Even if the sin was, well…   Shuichi waited until he was sure no living person was watching him before standing sharply. He hurried down the aisle, eyes low and shoulders hunched, stopping himself from bolting in the other direction. The dark polished wood of the confessional came into view, and he slipped inside, trying to ignore the judgmental stares of the cherubs carved beside the door.   A small sigh escaped as he settled on the hard seat. Shuichi pulled the curtain shut, plunging him into dimness. Cramped, claustrophobic dimness. He wrung his hands, head racing, wondering what to say.   “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”   “Sister, actually,” came the voice from the other side of the latticed window.   Shuichi laughed – a short, nervous bark – and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, that… that was a bad start.”   A soft, girlish giggle caught him off-guard. “It’s okay! I’m guessing this is your first time, right?”   “Y-Yeah. This isn’t something I ever thought I’d end up doing. It’s... a little more cramped than I expected if I’m honest.”   “It’s not much better on my side, you know.”   He laughed again, a genuine one this time. Shuichi settled back against the wooden wall, a smile playing on his lips. It was so hard to keep the nerves going after a screw-up like that. Or after the other person – a nun, he guessed – took it so well. He breathed slowly, flexing his fingers. “Sorry, I’m not sure how to start.”   “Take all the time you need,” the nun replied, “This is all about you. If you need to make your peace, do it the way that suits you best. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.”   Shuichi blushed, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the softness in her voice? The genuine kindness as she gave him all the time he needed? Like a fluffy, warm blanket, letting him sink into the cold seat and let him confess everything. He could listen to her speak all day.   He shook the thought out of his head, the nerves coming right back with the lump in his throat. He was already in deep shit; he didn’t need to add another knot to the noose. The isolation dug its claws into him, the walls of the wooden box closing in around him again. Knowing she was on the other side, ready to listen, was a comfort, yes, but the weight of everything else smothered him in a different way. How could someone be both at ease and a nervous wreck?   Shuichi glanced at the wooden lattice between them. Hoping maybe to peer through the thin gauze and bolted panels to the person beyond. Just a person, he reminded himself. Human, like him. And fully expecting the worst of his mistakes. He had nothing to fear.   Okay, he had a lot to fear, but that wasn’t exactly going to help.   “I… I’ve committed a great sin, I think,” He finally said.   “Sometimes what we see as great sins are easily forgiven,” The nun said, her voice like music. Familiar music? “It’s okay, no matter what you say, I won’t judge you. My job is to make sure you leave with a clear conscience. And I doubt what you want to confess is as bad as you think it is.”   “You can’t know that until I say it.”   “Well, no. But that’s all the more reason for you to say. Just take a deep breath, and when you exhale, let all the guilt flow out with it. Can you do that for me?”   Shuichi nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. More to reassure himself, he guessed. Stale air filled his lungs as his hands curled around his knees. He held for a moment, heart humping in his chest, and exhaled. Just as she asked.   “I’ve fallen in love with a girl,” He said quickly.   “I, um…” The nun’s robes rustled. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure why you think that’s-”   “She’s part of the clergy.”   There was a short pause. “Ah. That does make things a little more complicated.”   “Mm,” Shuichi replied solemnly.   “But it’s not a sin to love someone, no matter what their situation,” She continued, “love can never be a sin. It might be hard for you to love someone who has dedicated themselves to their faith, but know that you’ve done nothing wrong. We can’t help who we fall for, you know?”   I-I understand, but…” He licked his lips. His mouth turned dry. Shuichi dug his nails into his lap as he tried to find the right words. “But it’s not just love. I feel o-other things for her as well.”   “O-oh?”   “When I see her, I- I know it’s terrible to think of a nun in that way, but I can’t help it. I see her doing her duties, or helping the children, or even just playing the piano during sermons and my heart flutters. I know that’s love, but I also can’t help but notice other things about her. The way her habit clings to her. The shape of her body through the fabric as she, um… bends and turns.”   Shuichi flushed bright enough he swore he’d light up the inside of the booth. Unbidden images ran through his mind – his love, the beautiful Kaede Akamatsu, as she smiled at him from across the room. The way she walked, the way she laughed, the way her eyes closed as her fingers danced across the keys. His whole body felt as if it were floating in hot air.   But there were other memories too; the way those long robes fell over her chest and cinched at the waist, tracing the outline of her ample curves.   “And there’s more,” He said before the nun could interrupt, “More than just what I see, i-it’s what I imagine too. For hours after I see her, all I can think about is what she might look like… without the robes. In underwear. Naked.”   A soft gasp sounded from the other side of the barrier. Shuichi rammed his eyes shut, cursing himself – of course, she’d hate to hear a fellow sister described like that!   The nun cleared her throat. “And what else do you think of?”   “I… I-I wouldn’t want to-!”   “You can’t be forgiven for your sins if you don’t tell me them. Please, don’t hold back.”   Shuichi swallowed. She was right; he’d already confessed this much, so what did he have to lose from admitting all of it?   He took a deep breath. “I imagine her and me. Together. Her hands in mine as she, um… as we make love. As her body bounces. A-as she whimpers and begs me for more. I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. I can’t stop thinking about how she’d look, pressing her chest between her elbows o-or her hips swaying under her clothes. For hours after I see her, I feel like I just… I just can’t stop thinking about her!”   He squeezed his legs together and tried to ignore the tightness in his trousers. Tried to push those very same thoughts out of his head right then and there. In a cathedral, for god’s sake!   “I’m sorry, that was too far. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Shuichi said, wanting to bury his face in shame.   “I-It’s okay! Though it was a little more, um, descriptive than I expected.” The nun stifled a nervous giggle. “But that’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong. Those kinds of thoughts are natural, especially for a young man like you. Whilst I can’t say I approve, it’s not like you’re acting on them, right?”   “That’s true. It’s just been thoughts, for now.”   “Good! Then you’ve got more control than some people I’ve heard in here.” The nun sighed, her seat creaking as she shifted unseen. “I know it can be tough, trying to hold back these sorts of things. Temptation happens all the time, after all. It’s just a little unlucky that you have them about one of our sisters. Not that I can blame you.”   “Huh?” Shuichi cocked an eyebrow.   “Your lust isn’t unnatural, even if it is a bit strong,” She said, hurriedly moving the conversation along. “But with a bit of faith and a bit of practice, I’m sure you can overcome it.”   He sighed with relief, letting his shoulders slump. At least someone believed in him. “Thank you, sister. I was worried. It’s been hard, dealing with these thoughts all by myself.”   “… Maybe not the best choice of words there.” The nun said with an audible smirk.   Shuichi laughed behind his hand. “Sorry. I guess I have too much on the brain right now.”   “I’ll say. Must be good to have that weight off your mind, right?”   “Yeah. Thank you for everything.”   “One last tiny question,” she asked, “Are you, um… hard right now?”   Shuichi’s jaw dropped to the floor. He stammered and spluttered, trying to form anything close to a coherent thought. She didn’t just ask that. She did not just ask that! “I-I- why would you…?”   “Tell me,” The nun said firmly. She cleared her throat, and her voice softened. “There’s no shame here, remember? I need to know.”   He swallowed and hung his head. “Yes. I’m sorry, I just…”   “Couldn’t get those thoughts out of your head?”   He blushed and mumbled something. No, no, he couldn’t. Especially not with the giggling and glee coming from the other side of the wall. Wasn’t he supposed to feel less guilty after this?   Wood scraped on wood. Shuichi looked up just as the latticed window slid aside, leaving a small square hole in the wall. It took him a second to realise the darkness beyond was the black fabric of a nun’s habit. The figure on the other side shifted, and half a face came into view: a soft, round face with a pair of full, pink lips. Smiling lips. Oddly familiar lips…   “Could you stand for me? Please?”   Shuichi did as she asked, thoroughly confused and very aware of the bulge being made in the front of his trousers. Oh, god, she’d see it. There’s no way she could miss it!   The nun hummed, and he could feel her eyes on him. Burning him through his clothes.   Before he could ask what else she wanted, a pair of eager hands leapt through the small window. Clawing at him – pulling him tight against the wooden wall – and, with impossible dexterity, unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers. By the time it registered in Shuichi’s head, his cock had already sprung free.   “Oh, my…” The nun purred, “What a sinful thing this is.”   Shuichi leapt back, thudding against the far side of the booth. “Wh-what are you doing?!”   Those plump lips curled into a pouty frown. “I’m just doing my duty. Someone has to purify all those naughty thoughts, or else they’ll plague you forever. Don’t you want me to forgive those big, bad sins with my holy touch?”   That was not the way a nun should speak. Sweat rolled down Shuichi’s neck as the nun slowly licked her lips, her tongue trailing along every inch of soft, pink skin. An elegant hand crept through the hole and curled its finger – beckoning him toward her. Silently commanding him to let her take care of everything. And that coy smile promised he’d enjoy every moment of it.   Shuichi’s cock twitched, needy and desperate. He knew this was wrong – for fuck’s sake, this was the second nun he’d gotten like this over! And there was no way any of this was how things were meant to go. It was more like one of his fantasies than a genuine confession, surely?   The nun opened her mouth with a gentle ‘ah!’ and her tongue rolled in tempting circles. Strings of saliva hung from jaw to jaw. Wet. Warm.   “Please,” she pleaded in a hoarse whisper, “Let me help you.”   He knew he shouldn’t. Shuichi knew damn well this wasn’t standard procedure. He was pretty sure this counted as at least a dozen different sins! But the soft, needy whine tugged at his ears. The swirling of her tongue hypnotised him – drew him closer and closer. He pushed his boxers down, blushing like a schoolboy, and slowly crept toward the hole. Toward the nun’s eager, welcoming lips. Her hands trailed up his slender thighs. A soft hum escaped her.   She lunged forward and pulled him tight against the wall.   Shuichi gasped as her lips assaulted his cock; leaping up and down his shaft, leaving ticklish kisses behind. Her tongue dragged itself along his burning skin as low moans floated through the hole. The nun giggled, slipping her hands around to squeeze his pert buttocks, and slowly lavished every inch of him with her mouth. Kissing and licking and gently sucking as if trying to leave a hickey. Every brush of her lips sent another shiver down Shuichi’s spine.   He bit back a squeak, his hands curling into fists against the wood. His legs trembled under the barrage of pleasure – he tensed as the nun’s incredible tongue traced circles over the tip of his prick. A soft hand fondled his balls, stroking them ever so gently and setting pressure bubbling at his hilt. How did she do that so well? How did she know just what to do to make him weak?   A groan escaped him as she swallowed half his cock in one go. Shuichi covered his mouth with his hand, whimpering as the nun kept going without a care in the world. No, as if he was her world: as if the only thing that mattered was her pleasing him with her mouth, and damn whoever heard them. Her lips bobbed along his shaft, her tongue flicking across the underside, warm wetness engulfing inch after inch and making him twitch like mad. Her moans and hum rumbled along him. Her gentle suckling sounds filled the wooden booth, bouncing around Shuichi’s head, punctuated by wet smacks.   “Does that feel good?” She purred, “Just relax, and let me take care of everything, okay?”   The nun didn’t give him time to respond before burying her face in his crotch. Her nose tickled his hilt as her mouth latched around his balls – sucking and slurping her way along the smooth skin as her hand pumped up and down his shaft. Up and down, up and down, her thumb working his tip until Shuichi’s whole body was wracked by frenzied shudders.   “Th-this is-!” Shuichi whined softly into his hand. A small stream of pre-cum already flowed out of him, greasing the nun’s sticky hand as she stroked him. Spit dripped down his cock and balls – dripped down his leg as his lover greedily and sloppily suckled her way across his most sensitive parts.   She pulled off with a pop, grabbed his arse tight, and shoved his dick down her throat.   Shuichi damn near collapsed as the warm, wet throat tightened around him. Engulfed him. Swallowed him all the way down until the nun’s plump lips were pressed to the base. A muffled chuckle worked up his shaft like a ticklish tingle, and he yelped as her tongue teased its way over his spit-slick sack. The nun held him there for a moment, gently kneading his arse, before pulling back almost to the tip.   And slamming back down. Again, and again, and again. Fucking her face on his cock with wild abandon.   It was too much – Shuichi bit onto his knuckle to kill off a scream as everything rushed upon him. As the pressure at his base exploded through him, ripping up his cock in powerful pulses. The nun shoved him as deep as he’d go and groaned, her throat squeezing in time with his cock. Gulping down every spurt of thick cum and wringing out every last drop of pleasure from him.   Shuichi panted against the wall as his mind floated on a hazy, white cloud. Slowly, the heavenly mouth slipped off him, leaving one last kiss as a reminder before he flopped back into his seat.   The nun moaned and sighed contentedly.   “Mm… so much of it, too…” She mused, licking her lips. “Poor thing, you were ready to explode! You must’ve been saving that up for such a long time.”   “I-I… I don’t understand,” Shuichi managed.   “I mean, I thought I made it obvious. I wanted to purify your thoughts, and so I did! Doesn’t your head feel so much lighter now?”   He blinked; she wasn’t wrong, exactly. He did feel lighter. And amazing. Like so many frustrations had just melted away into the post-orgasmic haze. “I guess so?”   “And aren’t your thoughts so much clearer?”   Shuichi slowly nodded his head. There was definitely less of them in there – especially less of the panicky, anxious thoughts that usually crowded his brain. A smile flicked onto his lips as he let out an exhausted laugh. “Wow, you’re right. It’s… nice, actually.”   “See! All you had to do was trust me,” The nun smiled at him, a warm, relaxed smile, spoiled ever so slightly by the ropes of spit dripping down her chin. “I’m glad you came to see me and that you’re feeling better. Go now, and live your life free of the burden of your sins.”   “Thank you. I- really, thanks.” He said, hurriedly pulling his trousers back up.   “Oh, and if you ever find yourself having those same thoughts again…” The nun giggled, “Don’t be afraid to come back for another confession.”   Shuichi burst out of the booth, hot blood pumping frantically through his body, and all but ran from the cathedral. He was very, very close to sinning again already.   ***   Shuichi’s thoughts never left him, and, as per her advice, he came back to confess. A few days become every other, and then every day. Walking in with a blush on his face as he admitted to the fantasies he’d had the nights before and leaving with a sense of sweaty satisfaction. Only for his head to fill with more and more lewd ideas. More and more memories of those beautiful lips wrapping around his cock.   The nun was so good to him. Her tongue trailed up and down his shaft, day in and day out. Her lips wrapped around him as her head bobbed. Suckling on his balls until he could scarcely hold back his scream. Spit and pre-cum dripped down her chin as she held him to the hilt, her fingers caressing his sack. Milking him. Draining him. Load after load disappearing down her throat.   Every time she’d forgive him for his sins. And every time, she’d invite him back for another confession. Who would ever know what they were doing in the tight, hot confines of that booth? No one would ever suspect a thing.   No one, that is, except a blonde woman always just out of sight.