Sibling Nibbling: Chapter 2 – A Sister’s Breakfast
Elisha prepares a juicy breakfast for her loving brother, Elijah.
Elisha prepares a juicy breakfast for her loving brother, Elijah.
Eloise gets a healthy dose of hazing when she goes out for the first practice as a member of her college cheerleading team.
Ronnie invites a friend over
A mother is stuck in the house with her 3 sons during the covid19 quarantine.
A road trip with a succubus tends to involve exhibitionism and gang-bangs.
Lucas’ family is having a Christmas party for all the kids. Each of his close cousins will sleep over at his house for Christmas Eve. Courtney, Lucas’ favourite cousin still looks at him as a kid. They are force to spend the night together which makes Lucas decide whether he shall remain a kid or become a man.
I kept slamming the A button on the controller, but damn sonic was moving around to fast to hit princess Zelda. I growled to myself, my thumbs still pressing the attack button over and over until finally I got a hit. She went flying off the field and exploded into a green tinted blast. In big letters shown “GAME” and I gave a smile. I looked over to my roommate in a cocky smirk. I’ve never played super smash brothers brawl before, and I was beating him at his own game. “Lucky shot” He said as he got up and turned off the wii.
“Luck had nothing to do with it, my friend.” I crossed my arms and gave a soft chuckle.
He grabbed his backpack and looked at the time. “Well I guess I should be going.” Such a sore loser, he was going to leave for his home around five. It was four twenty. I gave a small shrug and told him to have a good weekend, and he was gone. I looked around the dorm; it suddenly seemed bigger now that I had it all to myself for the weekend.
My name is Damien. I’m a college student and it’s only my third week here. I have shaggy brown hair, which should be curly but I straighten it every day, hazel colored eyes, and a nice round shaped face. I am about 5’6 and a bit on the cubby side. No, I wasn’t fat or anything, but I’m not a twink either. I’m gay. Yes. Whatever. I don’t really like it because of what happened between me and my parents, but it’s something I came to except. I have both my ears pierced to a fourteen gage.
Not too much later my friend called me, she wanted me to come over to her dorm and watch true blood. Vampire movies. She always said she was a vampire, and I said I was a werewolf. Okay, we are nerds. We know this. But we are cool nerds. I got dressed and headed out to her dorm, which was all the way a crossed campus.
I was walking out of my dorm, and I turned to lock it. Once I slid my key into the hole, I heard another door close. Out of my curiosity, I looked. My heart started to pound. It was the most beautiful jock on my dorm floor. I still didn’t know his name, even though I could look on his door and find out, but I decided it would never happen and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. He just kept walking past me, and I just did nothing but lock my door. I started to walk behind him, my mistake, and I yelled at myself to stop looking at his butt.
He had very short brown hair, a well chiseled face. I had no clue what color his eyes were because I wasn’t brave enough to get a close look. I could only imagine that big buff jock body of his. He looked like someone off of the basketball team or a foot ball players. One of the people who ran and threw the ball… I have no clue what they are called. I don’t like sports. I just like the guys who play them.
He had a nice butt too. Nice, toned, firm. All the stuff the sub boy would want his dom to have. He kept going straight and I turned to go down the stairs. I got pissed at myself for wishing to be with him, because I knew it would never happen.
I went to my friend’s dorm, her room was bigger and her roommate was gone as well. Not to mention it smelled nicer. I didn’t mind the smell of my dorm (which smelled of boys), but she hated it. We watched a couple of movies for a while, and watched little nemo. One of both of our childhood movies. After it was around mid-night, I had to get back to my dorm or spend the night there. I packed up my computer and said good night.
Now here is when my story really gets interesting.
I was walking back, and right outside my dorm was him. Drunk. And just about passed out. He waved at me, and I was thinking ‘what the hell?’
“Dude.” He said with a drunken slur, “I lost my key.” He waved his hands out and stumbled around, as if was suppose to know where he keys were. I gave him another ‘what the fuck’ look and just nodded. “I need in.” He said again.
I thought a while. It’s a dry campus so he would go straight to jail if he was caught drunk. I couldn’t let that happen. Whose butt would I look at when I walked down the hall?
“Stay here.” I ordered as I slid my card key through the slot, unlocking the door. I peeked in, finding no one in the lobby. “Come on.” I grabbed his arm and yanked him in. He nearly fell down but I caught him. That’s when I realized that I had one hand on his wrist, another on his chest. “Thanks dude…” He mumbled lightly. I took this second to feel up his chest, a huge blush on my cheek. Yup, strong and muscular, like I knew he would be.
I walked him up the stairs, keeping him quiet, and then looked around. It was a clear shot to my dorm. I was guessing since he lost his keys, he couldn’t get into his dorm. Unless he had a roommate in there. I had no clue. I didn’t want to risk his roommate getting pissed and calling the cops on him either. So, I leaned him on the wall and unlocked my door. He just walked in, kicked his shoes off, and fell onto my bed. I blinked in shock, but quickly closed my door and locked it again. Why I locked it a second time, I don’t know.
I looked over to him again; he was still awake for some reason. “Oh, shit son. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He started to giggle a bit, and I thought he’d gone crazy. I took my book bag and set it down somewhere, still looking at him. I sat at my desk, he taking up my bed, and thought a while. Now what? Well he answered it for me.
“Uhh… didn’t even get laid.” This set up and alarm in my pants. I looked over at him, and my jaw dropped to see that his hands were down his pants. “Dude…” He said, sounding half way sober. “Your gay right?” My heart started to pound. This wasn’t real, was it? But when didn’t we question great chances in our lives?
“Yeah…” I started out. I waited for him to say something else, but that was it. He started to rub himself over his jeans, it caused me to shutter. What was I suppose to do? Just sit there? He asked me if I was gay, I said yeah, and he rubs himself.
I bit my lip out of nerves, and walked over to him. I got on my knees and placed my hand on his crotch. He moved his hand away, giving me more free room to work. I froze, looking up at his body. God I needed to see under his shirt. It was pulled up just a small bit so I could see his stomach and treasure trail. I kept looking down and that’s when I realized what I was holding. His cock! It was hard too.
“Keep going, dude.” He ordered, and I nodded as if he could see me. I kept rubbing slowly through his jeans as he lifted his arm and put it over his eyes. My hands reached up and started to push his shirt up; he helped by sitting up and taking it off completely. I just looked in awe as I looked over his nicely toned chest, his well developed abs, and his buff arms. He leaned back, putting his arm over his head again to give me a good look at his armpits. I started to rub his thick member again before I unbuttoned his jeans. Was this going too far? Well what was too far? Obviously he wanted to cum I doubt he wanted to make a mess in his pants.
I slowly unzipped his fly, as if I was scared to get caught doing it. He thrust his hips up and his hands were pushing his own pants down. He didn’t stop until they were down to his knees.
Oh god. That cock had to be eight inches. It was thick too, and hairy. Some liked it shaved. But I’m a man’s man, so I loved pubic hair. His balls weren’t tight to his body, like most guy’s are when they get a hard on. They were loose and droopy, and reacting to every breath he took. They too were hairy.
I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, I got a nice view of his ass too, but that’s not why I did it. I slipped into the small hole between his legs, crotch, and jeans. Like emerging from underwater, my arms slipped through first fallowed by my chest. I felt trapped by the jeans and the mean looking cock. And I loved it.
I grabbed it with my hands, feeling it’s warmth as I started to slowly stroke it. I couldn’t take looking at it any longer, I had to taste it! I stuck out my long pink tongue and gave it a lick from the base to the head, earning an approving grunt from him. Oh god did it taste good! I started to lick it again and again. Over and over my tongue slid over that smoothed surface of that large cut cock. It’s going to sound cheesy to say, but now I understand why the songs say ‘lick it like a lollypop’. That’s just what I did. I licked and lapped at it as if it was my favorite candy. Hell, it was my favorite candy!
I licked all around the head, sliding my tongue around the top of it. This made him grunt like wild. With a deep breath, I took the whole head in my mouth and started to nurse from it as if I was a babe again. I took in another inch, stuffing my mouth with his dick. I was going slowly, but if I went fast I knew I wouldn’t be able to deep throat it. My tongue slid and rubbed the underside of the cock. Again another inch, and then a minute later another inch was accepted in my maw. After about five minutes of working, I had my nose deep in his pubic hair, and my throat was constricting around his thick meat.
“Oh fuck!” He panted as he gave a small thrust. He had nothing else to push in, so all he did was move my head around a bit. “Suck that dick. Fuck yeah girl.” I felt a sharp sting in my stomach when he called me that. But I didn’t care. He was straight, right? And I had my lips around the most perfect cock in the world. So I started to bob my head up and down a bit, making sure my lips were tight around his shaft. I went back down, letting his hair tickle my nose. “You like that? You like your nose with my dick hair? Ohhh.. I bet you do!” He was moaning with a drunken slur still. I had no clue where his mind was. But I knew he was in extreme pleasure.
I felt his cock start to throb, and that’s when I pulled it completely out of my mouth. I didn’t want this to end so quickly! I could see he was about to protest, so I quickly pushed my lips up on his hair sac and gave them long hard kisses.
“Mmm… that’s right. Kiss my nuts.” He grabbed the back of my head, wrapping his fingers around as if I were just a mere basketball to him, and shoved me into his sac. “Oh yeah. Make love to them, bitch.” And I did just that. My tongue slid out and licked over the rough but yet smooth surface of the balls. They rolled around over my tongue until I sucked them into my mouth. Yeah, I was a nut sucker.
After another minute or so, I could tell he had enough. He grabbed my hair roughly, and brought me back up to his fuck stick. He jammed it into my mouth, shoving inch after inch down. I gagged hard but that didn’t stop him. He just kept his hold around my face and fucked it wildly. I was chocking and gagging, not being able to deep throat unless I go slowly. But he didn’t have time for that. He needed to cum and he needed to now. He was grunting and giving soft moans as he shoved his love shaft in my face. Over and over again until, he stopped. He just let go, fell back, and went limp. I pulled away quickly, catching my breath before looking at him.
He was passed out. Purely just passed out. I took this opportunity and started to lick his cock like my candy again. It had to go on for at least an hour before I moved on to suck his nuts. I went back and forth between sucking his dick, licking it, and sucking his cum filled balls. I knew I was going at it for at least four hours, because the sun was finally coming up.
His dick was red and angry at me for not letting it explode yet. I felt a bit guilty, and I thought I should finish up before he woke up sober. So, I spent a couple of seconds sucking on his head and pumping the shaft with my hand. Finally, I tasted a hard shot of cum in my mouth. His balls were contracting and his dick was throbbing. The guy was moaning in pure bliss, and now awake. His eyes are one thing I’ll never forget. Angry, pissed, and pleased. He couldn’t talk; all he could do was moan. Finally after my mouth was full of his seed, I swallowed.
“I’m sorry!”
“What. The. Fuck!” he got up, pulling his pants up. I could tell he was pleased. This had to be the most satisfaction in his life. He quickly zipped his jeans up and grabbed his shirt. “I don’t know what happened. But you’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your fag ass.” I just sat there on my knees, feeling an all time low with the taste of his cock and sperm still in my mouth.
He grabbed the rest of his shit and left my room, slamming the door behind him.
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Part 1 of my fantasies about my hot friend Belinda
I can have sex but only if Mommy watches.
Prostitution is legal in Melbourne, but highly regulated. It’s not often that you get to shoot your load outside a condom in a brothel.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the actual Harry Potter series, its author, characters or book and movie franchises. This story has not been sold or created for profit.
Story Codes: mf, grope, hp, magic, oral, unif
Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Legacy Of Hogwarts Part 3 – Lily Evans Is A Slut!
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Hogwarts of 1976 was a very different Hogwarts of what Harry and Hermione had ever experienced. It was probably in large part due to the fact that both Harry and Hermione had been assigned to Slytherin House instead of Gryffindor, but there were many other things about Hogwarts that had changed too. Hermione had the most traumatic night between her and Harry – Slytherin tradition had forced her to do a little strip show after the sorting of the first year students and although Hermione had kind of liked it, the spanking that had followed was nowhere near as enjoyable. While Harry and Hermione became accustomed to the perverted customs of Slytherin House, Ron, Ginny, and Luna were being welcomed a little more warmly by Gryffindor House.
“The Gryffindor common room is on the seventh floor and the entrance is behind–” James Potter was saying before being abruptly cut off by Ron.
“The portrait of the Fat Lady–” Interjected Ron rudely before James looked over at him quizzically.
“Well yeah… How did you know that?” James asked Ron looking confused.
“Uhhhh… Uhhhh…” Stuttered Ron before Ginny pushed Ron aside with an answer.
“His parents used to go to Hogwarts… They told us where the entrance to Gryffindor House was.” Ginny lied as James snuck a peak down at her ass. Ginny’s skirt was so tiny that every time she took a step, her entire gorgeous ass was visible. Ron could hardly blame him; both Luna and his sister were looking rather good as they made their way up the last flight of stairs and towards the portrait of the Fat Lady.
“We did make a few improvements to the common room over the past couple of years though, so I’m sure your parents never told you about the new and improved Gryffindor House.” James said with a smirk and another quick glance down at Luna’s juicy little heart-shaped ass.
“What kind improvements?” Luna asked excitedly as they approached the portrait and James got ready to say the password to enter.
“Password?” The Fat Lady asked.
“Quidditch.” Replied James and the portrait opened immediately. Ron and Ginny expected to see the same basic layout of Gryffindor Tower which they had become accustomed to over the last few years of their time at Hogwarts, but they were both stunned to see it drastically bigger and much more appealing. The common room area looked almost exactly the same as they had remembered, but with three doors that neither Ron nor Ginny had ever seen, leading off into other rooms. Because the opening feast had not yet begun and most of the students had not yet arrived, only a few of the older students were present. A couple of the sixth and seventh year girls were walking across the common room towards one of the three doors wearing the skimpiest bikinis that Ron had ever seen. Over near the stairs however, was an even more intriguing sight; a very pretty dark redheaded girl was on her knees sucking the cock of a handsome and very familiar looking boy.
“Oh come on Lily, you promised me the first blowjob of the year!” James shouted with both anger and humour.
“Sorry buddy, she just couldn’t resist the old Black family charm!” Sirius Black laughed as Lily took a break from deep-throating Sirius rock hard seven inches.
“Oh come on James… I’ve been stuck in the Muggle world for the past two months… I couldn’t help myself,” Lily replied with a smirk before looking over at Ron, Ginny and Luna. “And who may I ask is this handsome stud and beautiful ladies?” She said after licking the tip of Sirius’s cock one more time.
“Shit Lily… At least let him settle in before you wrap your tongue around his cock too.” Sirius joked as Lily ignored them and starting sucking on his shaft again. By this point, Ron, Ginny and Luna were stunned. Never did they ever believe that Harry’s mom could have been such a dirty slut. Sucking off Harry’s Godfather in front of everybody, including Harry’s future father was unbelievable. Ron’s cock was rock hard after hearing what Lily had to say about him and both Ginny and Luna were both feeling a little hot under the collar as they watched the dark redheaded slut deep-throat Sirius over and over again.
“Besides Lily, I’m next!’ Replied a slightly miffed James, just as Sirius started to grunt and pant.
“Fuck… I’m Fucking CUMMMMMMING!” Grunted Sirius, just as everyone in the room looked over at the two to catch the best part of the show. Sirius’s cock started to jerk wildly, just as Lily pulled her mouth off his cock and got ready to catch his warm seed. “UNGHHHHHH… YES!” Sirius grunted in satisfaction as he started firing off load after load across Lily’s pretty teenage face. His warm seed splashed off Lily’s cheek and into her hair before she was able to catch the last couple of loads in her mouth and swallow them with pleasure.
“Mmmmm… I love the taste of your cum, Sirius!” Moaned Lily, as she licked her lips and sucked off the last few drops of cum from Sirius’s cock.
“Thanks Lily… I really needed that!” Sirius groaned as he pulled his pants back up and walked over to Ron, Ginny and Luna to introduce himself. “I’d shake your hand, but… You know…” Sirius laughed as he introduced himself as Sirius Black and welcomed them to Gryffindor House.
“And I’m Lily Evans,” She called from across the room as she readjusted her tiny skirt and dress shirt before standing up and for the first time giving Ron, Ginny and Luna a good look at her fantastic body, tight teenage ass, marvellous juicy young breasts and gorgeous rosy cheeked face. Lily used the ‘scourgify’ spell on her face and hair before walking over to Ron and giving him a long hard hug. She briefly felt Ron’s massive bulge press into her thigh before whispering, “Wow… I know what you’re thinking right now!’ Ron blushed before Lily let go of him and hugging both Ginny and Luna in turn, squeezing each of the girl’s ass playfully as if to see if there was any competition she needed to watch out for.
“Well James… Where’s Wormy and Moony?” Sirius asked James as he cleaned himself up in a nearby water basin.
“Remus is a prefect, so he has to take the train from King’s Cross and Peter couldn’t get here any earlier, so he took the train too,” James replied, before slapping Lily’s ass playfully. “I have to play prefect for a few hours, so I can give you three the tour of the place, but I don’t mind.” He continued, looking down at Ginny’s long beautiful legs. Ginny caught him staring, but didn’t mind too much; she had always been fairly liberal when it came to sex and although she was still a much coveted after virgin, Ginny had a very open mind.
“James… Don’t… We should at least give them the rest of the tour before we go at it… Don’t you think?” Lily giggled, breaking away from James sneaky hands before guiding a still shocked Ron, Ginny and Luna towards one of the doors leading out of the common room.
“Dumbledore said this place was a little different than we were used to, but holy hell, I think I might just like this Hogwarts.” Ron whispered to Luna and Ginny as they followed Lily, James and Sirius through the common room door into what looked like a large hall, with a long bar at one side and a massive hot tub in the middle of the room.
“This is the bar, dance hall and hot tub room… There’s an age line at the doorway, so only fifth years and above can get in. You can basically use the hall for anything, but this is usually where all the parties take place.” Sirius said with a grin before he led the group to the bar. Taking a bottle of Fire Whiskey, Sirius poured some into six shot glasses using his wand and passed them around.
“To new friends and…”
“New beginnings!” Ron finished as all six of them drained their glasses and winced from the taste and strength of the beverage.
“God I love Fire Whiskey!” Sirius shouted out as he refilled the glasses again with his wand and everyone took another shot before leaving the hall to continue the tour. Ron, Ginny and Luna were then led to the room at the other side of the common room and after walking in; they were astonished to see a large outdoor balcony overlooking the entire Hogwarts grounds, lake and forest.
“Wow! How long has this been here?” Ginny said in fascination, as she leaned over one of the balcony’s stone railings to get a better look.
“Only a couple years… I did the spell work myself… It’s completely invisible to anyone outside the castle!” James replied looking supremely cocky.
“It’s so beautiful… Isn’t it?” Luna said, also leaning over the stone railing to get a better look.
“It’s definitely a gorgeous view!” James replied with a smirk, not looking out at the grounds, but down at Ginny and Luna’s juicy teenage asses.
“Yeah…” Ron and Sirius agreed immediately, also checking out Ginny and Luna’s sweet asses.
“You guys are perverts,” Lily said with a smile, slapping James playfully. “We should get down to the Great Hall though; the feast is about to start… We’ll finish the tour later.” She said before opening the door and making her way back into the common room. As they walked down to the Great Hall, James separated from the group with Ron to ask him a question.
“Hey Ron… Can I ask you a question?” He asked, quietly enough so that nobody else could hear.
“Yeah sure.” Ron replied, with his eyes fixated on Lily’s tight ass and long smooth legs.
“You’re not involved with Ginny or Luna, are you?”
“No, there just friends of mine.” Ron replied, looking over at Ginny and Luna’s asses as their short skirts flapped up and down over their perfect asses. Dumbledore had forged the fake identities for both Ron and Ginny, but had for some reason unknown to Ron, decided against giving Ron and Ginny the same last name. Ron had no idea why Dumbledore had done this, but as he stared down at Ginny’s juicy little ass, he thanked God for once that he wasn’t related to the young redheaded hotty.
“Good… Because Sirius has a thing for blondes and I’m gonna bang that redheaded slut like a whore!” James laughed before patting Ron on the shoulder and hurrying forwards to catch up with Sirius, Luna, Ginny and Lily. Normally, Ron would have been pissed that somebody was planning to fuck his little sister, but he was a little too busy staring at her ass to really care. The sorting of the first years and the feast went forward without incident; Ron, Ginny and Luna met Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, along with a few pretty fifth and sixth year girls. Lupin looked a little shabby and downtrodden, but other than a couple of thin scars, he looked much better than he would after a few more years of transformations and lack of work. Peter Pettigrew was as rat-like as ever and although Ron knew what he would turn out to be in a few years, and his clear need to do everything James and Sirius did, he was pleasant enough too. Everything was proceeding as usual, until halfway through the feast when Ron felt something tug on his pant leg. Before he could even look down, he felt somebody’s fingers enclose around his crotch.
“What the fuck!” Ron said instinctively as the hand started really massaging his stiffening cock.
“Ha ha ha!” Laughed Sirius as he looked over at Ron’s look of surprise. “Don’t worry… That’s just Lily giving you her standard welcome!” Ron finally looked down underneath the tablecloth and saw to his delight, the beautiful Lily Evans, looking back up at him with a smile on her face as her hand slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.
“Holy Fuck! I can’t believe this is happening!” Ron exclaimed, more to himself than anybody else as Lily took hold of his hardening cock and really started to work on it.
“Lily gives the best blowjobs in school… Trust me Ron.” Sirius replied before getting back to his meal, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
“This is the best school in the world!” Ron said to himself as Lily starting licking up and down his shaft while she fondled his balls. As Ron enjoyed the sensation of having his dick sucked by a real professional, he looked around the hall to see if Harry and Hermione were having as much fun as he was. He could see both Harry and Hermione looking nervous sitting at the Slytherin table, but other than that, they looked just fine. Ron nearly jumped up in shock after laying eyes on Draco Malfoy talking to a young Severus Snape, but was able to keep his cool thanks to the terrific blowjob Lily was giving him. Other than that, the rest of the feast went by like a blur; with Lily blowing him for nearly twenty straight minutes, Ron was quickly succumbing to her tight lips and long skilful tongue.
“I’m gonna cum… UNGHHHH!” Grunted Ron a few seconds later, firing off five thick loads of his hot sticky magical cum, right down Lily’s throat. Lily didn’t even gag as load after load was fired down her throat. She swallowed it without complaint and before Ron could even apologize for not warning her of his impending orgasm, Lily popped back up on the other side of the table with a smirk on her face.
“Welcome to Hogwarts Ron!” She said cheerily before taking a bite out of a pumpkin pasty. Ron just sighed with relief and closed his eyes in complete satisfaction.
“I told you buddy… Lily Evans is the best!” Sirius said as all the deserts disappeared in front of them and Dumbledore gave them the start of term speech and ushered them all off to bed. Ron, Ginny and Luna got one last glimpse of Harry and Hermione before being whisked off towards Gryffindor Tower again.
“And just think Ron… That was just an appetizer… Just wait until I get you all alone!” Lily whispered into Ron’s ear as they walked back to their common room. Ron felt his cock twinge as Lily walked ahead of him and stopped abruptly. “And just so you know that I’m serious…” She said turning around to face him and the rest of the Gryffindors walking behind them. “… Here’s the proof!” She continued, lifting up her skirt and pulling down her red and gold teeny thong to fling at Ron. Ron caught the wet panties in his hand and stuffed them into his pocket as Lily pulled her tiny skirt back down to cover her finely trimmed strip of dark red pubic hair.
“Ummm… Uhhhh… Thanks!” Ron stuttered as everyone started walking forwards again, with a few even patting Ron on the shoulder and telling him how lucky he was.
“What was that about Ron…? What was Lily flinging at you?” Ginny asked as she ran forward to catch up to him.
“Yeah… And what was she doing under the table? Was she looking for Wing-Spotted Nymph Fairies?” Luna added curiously as she ran up beside Ron and looked up at him like she was expecting a serious answer.
“Uhhhh… I think she just dropped something.” Ron lied, getting a little red behind his ears in the process.
“I don’t know… I thought she was sucking your cock… She was down there for like twenty minutes!” Ginny said with a smirk as she watched Ron getting even redder. Ginny had never had sex, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t sexually active. For almost an entire year she had been dating a Ravenclaw boy, Michael Corner and although she had never let him fuck her, she had sucked his dick on several occasions.
“Ginny… What the fuck!” Ron said in shock before he felt Luna’s hand drop to his crotch and squeeze.
“Mmmm… She did suck his cock Ginny… I can just tell!” Luna told Ginny as her fingers released Ron’s balls and she continued to walk beside them as if she had done nothing out of the ordinary. Little did Ron or Ginny actually know, Luna was probably the biggest slut either Ron or Ginny had ever known. Introduced to sex by her pervert of a father in the previous year, Luna had fucked and sucked her quirky father every chance she could. When at school, Luna was known as Loony Lovegood for more than just her abnormal behaviour in Ravenclaw House. Luna had become quite the easy target for any Ravenclaw boy in her fourth year at Hogwarts who wanted an easy and freaky fuck with no strings attached whatsoever.
“What…? How the hell would you know Luna?” Ron asked looking shocked as he hurried forward and through the Fat Lady’s portrait to hopefully escape the awkward conversation he was now caught in.
“Oh, she’d know Ron… I’ve heard some strange tales about Luna last year.” Ginny said with a smile, before she and Luna ran forward to catch up with Lily to go and look at their new bedrooms.
“Like you should talk Ginny… I’ve heard some stories about you and Dean, you little slut!” Luna said kiddingly as Ron stood at the bottom of the girls’ staircase looking both red from embarrassment and anger, after learning of both Luna and Ginny’s seemingly slutty pasts.
“Dean? Dean Thomas!” Ron said as he walked up the boys’ staircase and towards his bedroom, both tired and confused. “That fucker’s going to get a beating when I get back!”
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Ben has introduced me to my slutty side. Before I started going with him I would never have dreamed of the vulgar things I have done. Ben encouraged me to open my blouse and expose my tits, to reach inside his pants and play with his cock. All this took place in a public bar. On another occasion, I was sold to another man for ten dollars. I fucked him outside in a parked car.
For my depraved behavior I was taken over Ben’s knees and thoroughly spanked on my bare ass. The pain was brutal, the humiliation worse. I deserved every slap on my wicked bum.
The first time he fucked me was for lust. Without any ceremony, he mounted me with authority and drove his magnificent, thick cock deep into my eager steaming cunt. He immediately began to pump in and out of my ravenous twat making lewd squishing sounds, but neither of us lasted long, we were too excited.
The second time was for hunger. “This time I want to experience the real you.” He said, and then he fucked me again. I went home completely satisfied.
The next time I met Ben he treated me like a sex slave. He made me undress in the hallway outside his apartment and suck his cock before he took me inside and spanked my naked ass raw. Then he fucked me and brutally sodomized me. Afterwards he took me to his bed and fucked me again. I went home with a raw pussy and throbbing ass, from both the spanking and the wonderful ass fuck. I felt elated!
There is no other way to describe my behavior with Ben. As I said before, in my true natural self I am a disgusting filthy slut/whore. If any of my society friends saw me they would be revolted by my tasteless and indiscreet behavior. My mother would wash her hands of me. I felt so dirty. I was being used like an object, a slutty sex object only good for fucking. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I had asked for this and I was getting what I wanted.
I didn’t have long to wait before Ben took me on our next adventure. I was told to wear a dress with nothing on underneath, no bra, and no panties. We were going out for an evening’s entertainment.
So I wore a sheer white gown that emphasized my boobs. A single strap going behind my neck held the garment in place while showing an ample cleavage. From my almost naked tits the gown flowed tightly down my body softly emphasizing my female curves. The material was sheer enough to tell if I had obeyed my master and not worn any panties, in fact the hint of colour outlined where my shaggy bush protected my naked cunt.
Ben took me for a long drive to the other side of town where I was not known. We turned into a small dirt road that led to a low one-story house back from the road. When we pulled into the yard there was another car and a pickup truck parked there.
As we walked towards the door I had a foreboding feeling that something lewd was going to happen. I had started to know what to suspect from my lover/master.
We entered a one-room bar. there was a table where five black men were sitting around drinking. A man was standing behind a simple bar polishing the top with a clean rag. There was a long mirror behind the counter that allowed a full view of the establishment. I also noticed that there were no other women in the room, just seven men… and me.
Ben sat us down at the bar and ordered our drinks.
“This the slut you were telling me about Ben?”
“Yes Bert meet Julie.” I sat still and began to blush.
“Ben tells me you like to show off your tits.” Bert said while staring at my chest.
I knew that he wanted a demonstration so I squared my back to the table of black men hoping they were not paying attention and reached behind my neck and undid the strap that held the garment in place. I eased down the top exposing my breasts to the bartender. I don’t know if the air was cool or I was just reveling in the excitement of the moment but my nipples popped. I felt like a slut. I could see myself in the mirror behind the bar. I stared at the tits of the society housewife who should be at a charity event drinking tea and behaving like a lady. My body gave a slight shiver as Bert reached out and gently pinched my left nipple. What lady? I thought. That is a shameless tramp!
A movement in the mirror caught my attention. One of the men at the table stood up and went to the jukebox in the corner and filled it with coins. It didn’t take long for the room to fill with music. The man turned from the machine and looked in the mirror.
Ohmygod, I thought, and started to make a move to cover my nakedness. Ben stopped my hand from going to my chest. I looked at him but he just sat there staring into my eyes. “Ohmygod! I whispered as I began to realize why we were here. “All of them”? I asked still whispering.
He just raised an eyebrow and released my hand.
I knew the choice was mine. I knew that once again I could walk away from this and end this depravity and remain a lady with my dignity intact, or I could stay and become a slut again. Time was running out.
The man from the table was now standing beside me staring at my naked tits. “The boys and me was wonderin’ if you would like to give us a table dance?” He spoke in a deep captivating drawl.
There was that knot in my tummy as I looked at him and covered my tits by refastening the material behind my neck. I turned in my seat and looked at Ben for a moment. Then walked over to the table full of black men. I had made a choice. There was no turning back now.
“Help me up on the table boys,” I said.
With out waiting for the music to change I began to dance. I looked down to see the five black faces staring up at me and again lowered the top of my white dress and exposed my breasts for the new audience. I pushed the fabric down to my waist and let my tits swing free. I heard a moan from one of the men. I got down on my hands and knees and with my boobs swaying I crawled around the table letting each one of them fondle me.
I squealed as one of them gave me a hard pinch. “Ooohhh that hurt. Do it again.”
Soon there was a frenzy of hands playing with my tits. A coarse workingman’s hand was working up the back of my leg towards my steaming slit. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs. Another pair of hands worked my dress down over my hips and down my legs. Except for my heels I was completely undressed.
Once again I had chosen to be a slut. I was naked in a room full of seven men. My legs were spread wide so all could see my exposed cunt. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted then all to fuck me. Gone was the society wife.
“Do I get to suck a big black cock?” I asked.
I no sooner made my depraved request than a big naked black stud straddled my head and offered me his fat erection. I opened my mouth and he crudely shoved it in. I was sucking my first black cock. As he lowered his penis down my throat his black scrotum covered my eyes.
Between my open legs I could feel someone moving. Suddenly I felt someone licking my exposed pussy. The sopping toungue traveled down to my anal opening causing a very unladylike feeling to burn in my spine. Then it moved across my perineum and stopped to explore the doorway to my now slavering cunt. With the cock in my mouth I thought I was going to pass out with the double pleasure I was experiencing. But the toungue didn’t remain there it began to slowly move to my clit. Ohmygod!
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I couldn’t breath! The cock came out of my mouth and I sucked in cool fresh air. The man below continued to stimulate my clit as I rolled around in ecstasy.
Someone captured my right breast and sucked it into his mouth causing a more intense shudder to wrack my frame. As if this was not enough the cock returned to my mouth and I began to suck on the head once again. I was in orgasm overload.
Gradually I was able to return to some form of control. My licker stopped but a thick, hard, dick replaced his toungue. That dick parted my cunt lips and easily slipped inside. The black balls covoured my eyes again as I was being soundly fucked. On either side of me my hands were guided to the hard cocks of two of the remaining black men waiting their turn at my cunt or mouth while both of my hard nipples were being roughly mauled and pinched. In one hand I squeezed a thick cock while in the other I gently rolled a pair of sperm filled balls.
I must have looked horrendous. My arms were flung out on either side playing with the private parts of two men while my mouth was full of another. Between my wide spread legs a forth man was fucking my defenseless twat. Permeating the air was the pungent odor of sex.
I hade never done anything remotely close to this in my whole life and a feeling of shame began to creep into my overloaded mind. I had made a choice and this was the result. There could be no doubt that I had chosen to be a slut. The society lady was not lying here on this table with two holes filled with black cocks and her eyes covered with black balls… It was a slut! I had made my decision and at this moment it seemed to be the right one. Who knows how I would feel later? Who cares?
The stud between my legs drove deep into my cunt and stopped. Then his penis seemed to swell slightly. ‘Here it comes!’ I thought as I felt his cock begin to twitch. My cunt felt the warmth of his sperm as he drained his balls deep inside of me.
The cock in my mouth was suddenly removed as cum juice began to spray all over my face and tits. If I had felt any degradation before it was nothing compared to having sperm sprayed on my face by a man who didn’t even know my name. Suddenly I was empty again.
“Get up and fuck yourself down on my cock bitch!” I was ordered. I did as I was told. I straddled the man and lowered my drooling pussy onto his tall thick erection. It felt sooo… sooo… good sliding inside. I bent over so my tits hovered over his black face. There was another huge black dick awaiting my mouth so I opened up and sucked it in.
Someone was feeling my smooth backside as I tackled two more of the Horney studs. The fingers were playing around my well-filled twat gathering the overflow of sperm and cunt juices dripping out of my body. They were then applied to my tremoring asshole. My only thought was ‘Ohmygod he is going to fuck my ass.’ A sopping wet finger penetrated my anus lubricating my waiting channel. When this finger was removed I knew what was coming next.
I could feel the monster sliding up and down my open ass crack looking for the hole. At last he found the right spot and began to apply pressure to the willing barrier. My ass seemed to snap open when the invader broke through and sank deep into my body.
With a cock deep in my mouth and two more banging away at my cunt and ass I was helpless sandwiched between these husky black studs. All I could do was moan as I tried to urge them to fuck me harder. Some one began slapping my wonton ass.
If I had felt shame before, this was even more humiliating! I wanted to be fucked harder! What a slut I am! All of my holes were filled with black cocks and all I wanted was more. My ass was being spanked adding to my thrills and humiliation. ‘More! More!’ Was all I could think at the time. I was going to pay for this later.
I suddenly felt my orgasm cumming. In spite of all of this it was only my second one of the day. This was going to be even bigger than the first one. I began to shudder and sweat but I couldn’t move sandwiched as I was between these two black men. If their bodies couldn’t hold me still the three cocks inside me kept me in place. The man in my mouth pulled out and sprayed his cum on my face joining the cum from my first cock sucking.
Gasping and screaming, I released my juices all over the cock in my cunt. This caused the male equivalent from my fucker and his cock twitched while he delivered his load filling any free space in my quim. The recurring squeezing of my anal muscles soon brought the last of my sexual marauders to a climax. My ass was lubricated with more cum.
As they retreated from my well-fucked holes I was left with cum leaking out of my cunt and ass and even more all over my face. We rolled over and sprawled out on the floor trying to catch our breath.
Now that the carnal games were over I began to realize what I had done and what I had allowed to be done to me. I had taken five black cocks in all three of my holes. I did not even know the names of these invaders. It was clear that they were waiting for me to arrive just so they could fuck me. I had fucked two big black cocks in my mouth, two in my ever-open cunt, and one in my willing ass. I am disgusting! A filthy slut!
The worst thing is, I had enjoyed it!! To be sure I would do it again in a cold second. Just show me a cock and I would take it like a crude whore. Slut is to grand a title for me, I don’t even deserve to be called that.
Presently the black five got up and picking up their pants, dressed and quietly left the building. I was left lying on the floor with cum all over me and oozing out of my holes. I was all alone except for Ben my lover and Bert the bartender. Two naked white men with two huge cocks. I was not done fucking yet!
“Get up slut and come over here!” Ben ordered with disgust in his voice.
On aching legs I staggered over to the two naked men.
“Where is your dress slut?”
“My dress… I uh… don’t… know …” I stammered looking around. I saw it across the room abandoned in a corner.
“What have you done?”
I started to cry. “Master don’t be angry, I only did what I thought you wanted,” I whined. I knew this was going to lead to a spanking and I wanted to be spanked.
“You filthy whore get over my knees!”
“No Master, please…” I begged.
“You dare to tell me no?
“But… but…!” I tried to back away.
From behind me Bert grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over Ben’s naked legs. I could feel his hard cock in my tummy. My tits hung heavily from my quivering body “Spank the bitch!” Ben spat. “I want to see her filthy ass turn red!”
“No Master… pleeeeeease!” I begged as the first slap landed. “Oh… owe… no… owe… stop…ugh!”
There was nothing I could do the spanking continued. Slap after hard slap filled the room joining my pleas of mercy. My entreaties fell on deaf ears. My unmanageable tits swayed with each blow as I struggled to find a way to lesson the stinging pain of the spanking. Tears were streaming down my red face as I cried and wretchedly blubbered. Again and again he spanked my unprotected bum. I could feel the burning pain as each blow fell on a fresh spot. His spanking hand went up high towards my back, and then moved methodically down from cheek to cheek towards my legs finding a fresh untouched spot. All I could do was lie there and squirm as he hit me over and over again. The pain in my buns was agonizing, but I didn’t really want the spanking to ever end.
Suddenly Bert again grabbed me by the hair and dragging me off my Master’s lap and towed me over to the table where he bent me over the edge. With my feet planted on the floor, my red burning ass high in the air and my tits crushed down on the tabletop my dirty drooling cunt presented a target for the bartender’s solid cock and he summarily rammed it home.
I screamed in pain and elation as my soiled well spanked ass cheeks and cunt were battered with the third fuck of the day. My body was being pushed and pulled as his wonderful prick slid in and out of my eager hole. The movement of my slutty body on the tabletop was massaging my engorged clit sending erotic messages to my swarming brain. I squeezed my cunt muscles around the churning monster and it felt so good. I never wanted this to stop.
Presently Bert drove his wicked manhood deep in my pussy and held it there. As it twitched I knew that I was getting another load of sweet cum deep in my depraved body. Then there was emptiness as he pulled out leaving me on the table.
I hardly had time to take a breath as Ben took his place in my cunt. Only this time there were a few quick stokes of his wonderful dick, then it was pulled out of my filthy cunt and brutally fucked deep into my burning asshole.
I don’t know where I found the energy to scream as the pain of the vicious sodomy ripped up my anus and along my spine. Again and again he slammed into my already tender asshole. The pain was appalling, but I wanted it… craved it… needed it… and yes hungered after it… My Master was dominating me. That’s all that mattered.
The pain soon subsided into a soft wonderful rapture. His steel cock was bringing me to yet another orgasm with each penetration. My clit was being forced down on the hard table and the ass fucking was causing my whole body to saw back and forth stimulating the little love button. I wanted that orgasm. I was waiting for it. I could feel it rising in my deepest grotto of emotion. “Ugh… ugh… ugh…”
At last the dam burst! The flood of warm fluids emptied into the wilderness of my inner soul. I was complete. This is what making love is all about.
Ben kept his spent cock deep in my ass for the longest time while he allowed his sperm to drain from his overheated nuts. Then slowly inch by delicious inch he withdrew leaving a wide empty hole gaping open as his juices oozed out and dripped onto the floor below to be joined by the rest of the deposits from my saturated cunt. I was to sore and used up to move.
I could only imagine what a depraved, filthy image I presented to the world. Naked with cum all over my wicked, battered body and the slimy juices of all those spent cocks and my own discharges drooling down my legs from my open raw holes. I ached in every muscle.
Somewhere behind me I heard Ben say, “Damn! That is one hell of a sexy pose I think I’ll have another go right up her ass.”
And he did………
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This is Part II of the Amelia story along with her sister Ella
Bobby was away from home for the first time working for a traveling carnival. His shy introverted being is rapidly changing as he learns to mature at an accelerated pace. This episode is rather long, buI hope you enjoy it.
Sue continues her quest for big cocks.
Pammy Makes A Friend
A volunteer finds his gateway to the maure women he desires
A white-faced clock ticked as the black hands jerked with the moments, the seemingly gray waiting room containing only three fidgeting people: one woman behind the desk with her red spectacles resting on the edge of her nose as she stared at the screen of her computer, a man in the corner wearing a brown suit flecked with spots of black thread, and a woman clad in a yellow tank top and acid-washed denim jeans.
The woman in yellow was slumped in her shoulders as her chin rested in her palm, the arm supported by the rest of the chair’s steel side. Her blonde hair was teased in the back as the rest of the tendrils were straightened to fall about her face; her pink lips pouting in a frown whenever a sigh was not falling from them. As she sat in her chair in silent boredom, her hazel eyes traveled from one focal point to another, first gazing at the fish tank near the room’s entrance, then falling onto the cracks of the green plastic border on the bottom of the walls.
“Ms. Michaellago,” called the secretary, her spectacles pushed up her bridge with a manicured French tip. “The doctor is ready to see you now, miss,” the secretary smiled when Michaellago turned her attention to the desk.
Michaellago forced a smile and stood from her seat, walking to the door next to the desk and twisting the knob before walking down the narrow hallway coated with the same gray as the waiting room. At the end of the small hall, she twisted the shimmering knob and stepped into what seemed to be an office, the sign on the door reading “Mr. Green, Ph. D” as she entered.
Inside the room, pale green plastic molded against the carpet, a desk situated between two chairs: one chair black and fitted with gentle leather while the other seat, the one placed in front of the desk, was a simple like the ones in the waiting room. In the corner of the room stood a man with peppered hair, his press shirt a light green and his pants as dark as fresh-brewed coffee.
She cleared her throat and shut the door behind her, the sounds capturing Mr. Green’s attention and forcing him to turn around. “Hello,” he smiled, the skin around his mouth layering around the corners of his mouth. “You must me Arianna Michaellago, I presume.” He positioned the book in the stuffed shelf before him and made his way to the more comfortable chair. “My secretary spoke to you over the—please sit down, it’d be my pleasure Miss—well you didn’t mention the addiction you had over the phone. I was just wondering if you could tell me what you wanted me to help you overcome.”
Arianna bowed her head with a smirk on her lips and walked to her vacant chair. Green sat down and looked up at Arianna, her hands gently holding the back of her chair. “Well, I’m a whore that doesn’t really enjoy sex. I just thought that you’d help me out with this whole cognitive dissonance thing I’ve got going on.”
Green blinked as his smile became frozen, taken aback at his patient’s predicament. “I’m not a sex counselor, but I don’t believe that you have a common situation,” he told her with his elbows coming to rest on his desk. “I’m sure I could help you with it, though.”
Arianna offered a small smile to the doctor and let her fingers drum against the back of her chair. Seeing that she wasn’t willing to offer any information, he cleared his throat and suggested to her, “Maybe a recount of one of your encounters could help me.” She nodded and set her bag on the seat.
“I guess my sexventure from last night…well, this morning, is the most recent.”
“Tell me about what happened—from when you first met him, to be exact,” Green added as he gave a nervous chuckle to what he could have heard if she didn’t start at that point.
She rolled her eyes at the correction he made and turned her back to him, walking to the bookshelf. “Well,” she began with a bored tone, “I got dressed like usual. Went out on my own—guys don’t like it when girls are surrounded by other women, it makes them feel conscious about what her friends are going to say or think about him—and I made sure to have my legs showing. Anyways, the guy came up to me and starting chatting me up—you know: drinks, laughter, running his hand up my thigh and all that. He took me to the dance floor, grinding on me like usual and then he went and kissed my neck, his hands rolling up my sides like glaciers in reverse, trying to get to my chest. I didn’t really want him to and I didn’t want to let his sweaty-ass palms touching me, but he expected it so I let him.” She turned to look at her counselor and gave a dry laugh, “Apparently, not wanting a guy to touch you isn’t a good enough reason for them not to touch you? They’ll just keep asking ‘Why not?’ with that stupid little smile on their face and keep doing whatever they want—drunk or not.” His patient turned her attention back to the volumes and let the pad of her index roll down the spine.
“So you do these things because you think you’re supposed to?” he queried to her, encouraging her to continue talking.
Michaellago nodded, her hair bouncing with her head. Green’s eyes followed the lively strands, his gaze falling too low and catching the sight of her lower back. Seeing her flesh, a bit of skin that was spotted with sweat only that morning, enticed him to look lower at the curve of her ass stretching the material of her jeans. He could clearly see a shadow beneath the mounds of her ass and he felt the wetness of his tongue sliding across his lips, wanting to see how firm her ass really was. His gaze shot back to her locks when her voice continued.
“It’s not an outside force though; it’s an internal want. I have to do it—I have to feel like I can control it—to prove that I can to myself, to him, to everyone: I just feel like I need to do it.”
Arianna turned and sauntered to his desk, her swaying hips more pronounced, but Green wasn’t sure if her hips were so animated because of his mind’s excitement or of her own will. She perched on the corner of his desk, her right ankle over her left as she stood within a foot of the seated Mr. Green. “Is that so?” he asked nonchalantly of her, his head falling back to look up at her.
She laid her palms on the top of his desk and gently lifted herself off the ground, her pert cheeks flattening against the blonde wood of Green’s desk, the acid wash fabric of her jeans stuffed with her flesh. “Yup,” she said with a small sigh, her gaze peaking from beneath her black lashes. Arianna’s legs began to swing back and forth, her slim calves softly brushing against Mr. Green’s black pants.
“What’s your first name?” she asked curiously, her pink lips wrapping into a smile.
“John.”
In the next second, Arianna rested her legs on John’s thigh, leaning back on the palms of her hands. “What do you think about that John?”
Green looked down at the smooth skin laid in his lap, her slip on wedges hanging on her toes. He wanted to push her jeans up to feel the taut flesh of her legs and he could feel the stirring in his stomach become more violent the further up her leg he imagined himself. “I think I’ll disclose what I think about that at a later date,” he finally said to her, his chin going to rest on his fist. Arianna took a moment to remove her feet from her counselor’s lap, adjusting her body to face him directly as her legs draped apart, giving him a clear view to the apex of her thighs. “I do think it has something to do with you wanting to control someone or something, though,” he added as an afterthought.
“Oh, I see,” cooed the woman as her head fell to the side, her hazel eyes shimmering with hidden thoughts. “And what do you think of that? Do you think it’s interesting when a woman takes control?”
The sound of her voice seemed to take a new tone, her words becoming sultry and smooth, her tongue licking her lips slowly, almost seductively. John was beginning to become uncomfortable with her legs splayed open before him. Arianna didn’t wait for him to answer her: she already knew it.
“What’s your favorite part when she does?” she asked him, leaning forward until her shirt hung so loose that John could see the complete curve of her breasts spilling from her laced bra. “That’s why you became a counselor isn’t it?—You wanted to be in charge of other people, or at least make yourself believe that you were in control of their thoughts and emotions by having them spill their hearts out to you.” Her arms stretched out to grab onto the arm rests of his chair to pull him close enough that her breath was dancing over his neck.
Her hands slid from the arm rests to his knees and inched up his thighs as she whispered, “I know you like the illusion of having control. I know you can’t get enough of it.”
Having her breath tickle his skin as she teased him, and knowing that she wasn’t opposed to fucking around, John was unable to keep to himself. He leaned forward and let his tongue sink into her mouth, his hands going up to her tits. His broad hands squeezed her chest and massaged the mounds as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth.
With their tongues tied together, John stood up and pushed her onto her back, his hands firmly mauling and playing with her breasts as he did so. Arianna could feel his calloused fingers yanking her tank top off her body before pulling down the cups of her bra to expose her breasts. His hands went back to squeezing her tits as his teeth pulled on her lower lip.
“Take your pants off,” he ordered her in a husky voice, pulling away from her mouth for only a moment to communicate it to her. Arianna complied, pushing her pants down her legs to reveal the tiny, yellow thong that hid her shaved pussy. The jeans fell to the carpet and she pulled him closer by wrapping her legs about his waist, her hips lurching forward towards his pelvis.
His body pried his hand from her tit to unzip his pants. Letting his trousers pool at his ankles, his boxers falling with them, John’s hard cock sprang free and rubbed against Arianna’s cloth-covered clit. Arianna let out a moan as she felt his tip massage her blood-engorged clit, her pussy slick with juices. “Give it to me,” she moaned breathlessly as her hardened nipples scraped against his palms and dress shirt.
“You want it you little bitch?” he hissed as his thick cock rubbed against the outside of the cloth, small strings of pre-cum streaking the fabric. The scent of her sex filled the air as her petals became wet with her honey, some of her liquid dripping so far down her slit that her tight asshole was glimmering with her juices.
She nodded helpless as her hips thrust forwards, desperate for him to fill her. “Oh yes. Give it to me, baby,” she mewled as her nails attempted to rip through his shirt and dig into his back. Her body shook as his hands let go of her breasts, one hand going to his cock and the other going to the triangle over her pussy. The hand between her thighs shoved the cloth to the side to expose her shining pussy lips, her heat so pent up that he could feel her warmth on the end of his cock. John’s hips lurched forward once more, animalistically sinking into her depths in one smooth motion as her tits jiggled at the sudden entry.
“Fuck yes,” Arianna purred with a smile of satisfaction gracing her painted face, her slim legs tightening around his waist and making his full length fill her feminine groove. “Take control of me John,” she sighed as her hips gyrated against his form, her inner muscles massaging his sensitive length. John’s eyes rolled to the back of his sockets as his meat was swallowed by her hungry flower, her core attempting to pull him further into her being as his cock began to piston in and out of her tunnel.
As John’s pelvis glided back and forth, fully enveloping himself inside his patient, Arianna began to unbutton his shirt and slide it over his shoulders, his pale skin striking against her tanned hands. The dome of his dick kissed the entrance of her womb with each powerful thrust into her core, his skin clapping against hers as his balls slammed into her ass with each swing of his hips. Each thrust of his hips brought a new excited whimper from her full, pouted lips. John could feel her walls tightening around his fleshy pole with each whimper he forced from her mouth.
“You gonna come you fucking slut? Huh?” he spat at her as he pinned her to the desk by her wrists. His thrusts became faster as her cunt began to tighten its vice-like grip, urging him to erupt with his cum—begging his body to release his cum-filled balls with just the tunnel of her slippery cunt. “Is this what you wanted you cunt? Did you want me to pound this pussy and prove your point?” he asked as he pounded away at her open pussy, his grunts ascending in pitch, battling the whimpers and moans of his patient.
John let go of her left wrist and laid his hand over her open mouth to muffle her passionate moans. “Shut the hell up bitch,” he told her as he throbbed inside of her, her walls throbbing and writhing around his cock.
Arianna’s eyes fluttered shut, the whites of her eyes the only thing he could see before her eyes finally rested at a close, biting her bottom lip in attempt to follow her doctor’s order. He took his hand off her mouth and stared at her teeth sinking into the pink petal of her mouth, blood rushing to his genitals as he felt his load surge to his tip. “Fill me with your cum,” blurted out the whore as her walls squeezed and milked him with earnest, Arianna fully aware that her womb was about to be soaked with his seed.
Ropes of hot cum began to pour from his cock as her walls gripped tighter and tighter on him, spasming as each wave of seed was renewed. Arianna’s body rocked and shook as her orgasm swept over her being, feeling his cum fill her core as the warmth of his cream sent chills up and down her spine.
The ropes soon vanished as his load completely emptied in her cunt and John pulled out of her velvet-like core; his cock began to deflate after retreating from her depths. Doctor and patient panted in the afterglow of their climaxes, sweat sparcely spotting their temples. Arianna gulped and looked up at her doctor with half-lidded eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Green,” she gasped through her fight for air, “who was in control of that?”
Green stared down at his patient, strands of his peppered hair limply sticking to his forehead. Beneath him, Arianna smirked up, her chest rising with each breath as she awaited his answer. “Hard to tell isn’t it?” she queried, her blonde hair splayed seductively beneath her. John could say nothing as his fingers raked from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his crown and sat down with his pants still pooled around his ankles.
Arianna propped herself onto her elbows and looked at him with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. The good doctor sighed as he left his hand cup the back of his neck, his gaze staring at his patient as she slithered from the top of the desk to his pooled pants.
“It’s not like you have a wife,” she blurted out as John Green kept staring in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he had done, or why he had even done it. “You’ve got no tan line on that hand and you have no pictures of any sort of woman anywhere, not to mention the fact that the walls are so fugly and bare. Mainly fugly, but we aren’t talking about your poor choices in decoration—which is another indication that you have no woman in your life other than your mother and her 2 cats,” she added with a biting bluntness.
A short glare from the man towering above her kneeling form changed her bitter tone within seconds. Arianna even gave a small, apologetic sigh to represent her change of heart. Now when she spoke, she looked up at her doctor from beneath her lashes, her lips resembling the slightest of pouts.
“I mean, what we did wasn’t wrong. It was what you wanted, right? So how could something you did be wrong? And even if it is, who’s going to know other than little ol’ me and yourself? Hmmm?” she cooed as she perched her head on his bare knee, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Well, just because we wanted it doesn’t make it right,” offered Green with pain dripping from every word; he knew that what he was saying was right, but her words enticed him much more than his own. His words were only hollowed, his trust completely sewn into the seams of her lips and the sermon that fell from them.
“Why isn’t it right, though?” she questioned him, her head barely separating from his flesh. It was then that John became painfully aware of her breath tickling the flesh of his crotch once more. “It can’t be wrong, Mr. Green—it’s not hurting anybody, as far as anyone is concerned. How is us having sex going to hurt anyone? I know I don’t have any sort of disease I could give you, and you’re the type who wouldn’t feel right without telling me if you had something—but you would’ve said something after we were finished, just to prove your point that you had control over the situation. So, really, no one but ourselves is affected at this point. Having that logic, and the fact that we’ve both had enjoyable times, how is this wrong?” Arianna purred as she rested her head back on his knee, one of her manicured hands stroking the length of his inner thigh as her breath continued to caress his fleshy pole.
Green stuttered with the distraction of her breath, “I—uh—I don’t know, Ms. Michaellago.”
At the mention of her surname, Arianna frowned, her hand stopping at the curve at the top of his knee cap. “Back to formal names, are we Mr. Green? I don’t believe you were calling me that when I was getting pounded by your cock only 5 minutes ago.”
John shut his mouth at a loss for words and looked at the hem of his unbuttoned shirt. He could see the thin black hairs that seemed to always plague his upper thighs, his skin shining with a blotched film of sweat. From the corner of his vision, he could see the feminine hand working up and down the flesh of his leg, getting closer to the apex of his thighs with each inward swoop of her hand. The feel of her soft palm on his skin made little shocks of electricity shoot up and down his spine as his imagination spun a scene of her hand going straight to his semi-erect cock. Arianna smirked when she saw the twitch of his dick, instinctively knowing he was thinking about her warm hand wrapped around his velvet-wrapped rod of pleasure.
“You love doing that,” Green stated, looking her dead in the eye as her fingers teased the small tufts of hair on his pelvic bone. “You love having to submit to someone’s physical needs to you don’t actually have to get to know them— ‘cause if you do get to know them, you’ll already have half of them figured out by just applying your personal personality algorithms to them: that, and you’ll lose your ability to see them as a person—or in your case, a statistic—and you’ll only see them as something that’ll cause you some sort of emotion.”
Arianna’s fingers curled about his length and gently stroked him as he spoke, her eyes transfixed on his as she continued to pleasure him. “You don’t want the emotion—you just want the pure, unadulterated, but completely adult-rated, lust and you don’t know how to handle that because the small range of emotion that you have can’t comprehend the overload of pleasure that you get from such encounters,” John continued, the speed of his speech and the grip of her flying hand causing him to breathe faster.
“You submit to be the dominant so you can easily write-off people who don’t like challenges,” he began to conclude as she let her red tongue slide from between her pink lips and lick the undercurve of his cockhead. “And when you find someone who likes a challenge, and isn’t afraid to take you on in their own dominating fashion, you can go back to being the submissive one in the relationship without having to explain yourself—you do it so you don’t have to think about anything but what you’re told to….. do…”
The “O” drifted off into a shivering moan as his patient suckled the tip of his dick into her tiny mouth, her tongue wriggling beneath his ridged cock like a trapped snake. John gripped the arm rests of his comfortable chair and let a low breath slide out of his lips. The pink petals of her mouth kissed and brushed about his length as she held back the satisfaction of getting him to submit to her. “And what if you’re wrong?” she innocently asked him, knowing she would pique his interest once more— a feat she wasn’t sure that he could manage at this point.
“Huh?” he stupidly started at her question, the fog of his pleasure clouding his mind.
“What if you’re wrong about it all? About why I do this?” Arianna let her tongue swirl about his head as her fist pushed a drop of precious pre-cum out from his hardening cock.
John gulped a mouthful of air and felt his hips jump forward in search of the young woman’s mouth, his body already accustomed to her sensual touch and wanting more of it. He gulped once more to wet his dry tongue and stated through quivering lips, “Then you truly do care about nothing but the—oh fuck, that’s good!” She had just swallowed his length, her lips clashing against her pumping fist and had begun to hum softly. “Then you don’t give a fuck about the person, or the emotions, or the risks. All you want to do is be able to prove that you can do a challenge,” he finished quickly before her humming could continue.
His patient smirked as she sucked him, his full length standing rigidly in her warm mouth, his balls just barely hanging below her teasing fingers as drool began to slide down his shaft. Her bare tits brushed against his thighs and excited him further, the pre-cum beginning to coat his cockhead thoroughly with his excitement. Arianna pulled him from her mouth and dipped her head to his sack to suck one of his balls between her lips, her tongue gently playing with him as her palm rubbed over his sensitive head. John was squirming and moaning as he was pleasured by her, his patient taking care of him with apt eagerness.
Arianna let him fall from her mouth with a small ‘pop’ and went to the other side of his sack to give his other ball the same treatment, her repeat performance drawing more moans from her doctor’s throat as she followed her act with the tip of her tongue following the seam of his sack to the tip of his cock. Her thumb replaced her palm as she let her saliva-drenched lips run along his shaft, her eyes looking up into his as she made the journey from one end of his pole, to the other.
In the next moment, she withdrew her hand, opened her mouth and introduced her uvula to his dick, his girth pushing into her throat as she continued to suck on him. Once more, Arianna began to hum and moan as her throat wrapped around his velvet-like rod as tears began to pool in her eyes, threatening to spill as her body was tempted to gag on his steel-hard dick. She raised her mouth from his pelvis to relieve her throat before bobbing up and down on his column of fleshy pleasure. The warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her wet throat had him closer and closer to another release as she sucked on him so hard that her cheeks caved in and formed around his shaft. John’s ragged breath piqued and was broken with a long groan of ecstasy as her tongue writhed about him, a torrent of warm cum spilling into her mouth and sliding into her stomach with each of her gulps.
When he finished shooting his load into her mouth, Arianna pulled back and licked the salty taste from her lips, her eyes still locked with his.
“Or,” Green continued short on breath, “you just do it because you like the challenge. And who expects a girl at any age with a good head on her shoulders to be good at pleasing? You just wanted to prove yourself, and now you can’t stop.”
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There would be little time for hesitation. In order for this to go as planned he would need to be inside and in control as quickly as possible. He put out his smoke in the astray of his Chevy and grabbed is tool bag.
It takes will power to organize something like this, he thought to himself as he locked up the car and crossed the street to his destination. It was rainy, cold and gloomy outside as day became evening. He climbed the stairs to the second storey apartment where his plan was going to unfold. He took a deep breath and flipped the collar up on his leather coat that he bought at a trendy little shop on the main. With confidence he rang the door bell and dropped his hand to his pocket. He waited a moment and then saw the hall way light flicked on and a shape take form behind the window of the entrance door. The door cracks open …
“Hey … wow what a surprise … I wasn’t expecting you” she said
“Hi … sorry about the unexpected thing, but I was in the neighborhood wanted to see you but my phone died so figured I‘d just pop by and knock see if you where there “he lied
“No that’s fine …come in “she step back from the door to let him in” I don’t have a lot of time but …ahh… you know” she said with a wink.
Sandra was tall and slim. With dark wildly wavy hair that was long and passed her shoulders but was tied up now in a quick ponytail which was rare for her. She had on her dark rimmed glasses that made her look severe but very attractive.
He closed the entrance door behind as he entered. She leaned sideways on to the wall of the hallway as he took off his wet shoes.
“You look good I see you’ve been going to the gym” she says in an honest way.
“Yeah well you know “he said as he slipped out of his coat
She started back down the hall and said “can I get you any thing … coffee… beer”
“Whatever you’re having” he said as he watches her walk away from him. He could never get enough of that ass.
He walked down the hall checking the rooms as he went.
“Is what’s her name here” he asked.
“Annie” she giggled … “no I don’t know where she is … why “
“Whatever just asking” he replied
shit!!! He thought to himself and doubled back to lock the front door.
“What do you got planned tonight” he asked as he entered the living room.
She was in the kitchen getting a drink for them “some stupid work thing I don’t want to go to but that I have to”
“That sucks “he coughed.
He placed his bag on the couch and opened it. He took out the hand cuffs and the gag ball and placed them under the pillow of the couch, and turned to enter the kitchen. The rest he would need for later.
“Listen … I was thinking of a project or hobby thing for the winter that I need your help with “he said as she turned from the fridge with his favorite beer, which she still had leftover from the those days
“Okay” she said sort of sarcastically
“I’m putting together a group and I want you to lead it… I think you would be perfect” he asked as he looked her in the eyes.
“Oh that’s great … now that we broke up you want to include me in your life’” she poked at him with a smile on her face.
“Hah ha … real funny”
“What kind of group” she asked.
“Slaves “he smiled
She rolled her eyes and poked him in the ribs “jerk”
She turned to the stereo to in the living room which was next to the couch and headed over to put in a cd. He walked over to the couch
“I’m very serious” he answered
“Stop being an ass” she shot at him while she put in the cd
He grabbed the handcuffs from under the pillow and thought to himself … its go time
He moved to her. Sandra had her back turned to him. He was now inches from her. Just as she reach to turn up the volume on the stereo is when he came down on her wrist with the handcuffs.
“What the fu…..” she said in a daze state not fully comprehending what was going on. His free hand came around and over her mouth as he pulled her close to him. Sandra didn’t even understand what was happening to her yet, which was to his advantage. She only began to struggle as he pulled her to the couch her cries muffled by his hand. He threw her to the couch, face down so he could cuff her other hand.
‘What the fucks wrong with you “she said angrily to him as she struggled to get up. He climbed on top of her and handcuffed her other free hand.
Sandra started to realize there was no joke happening here and panic began to set it. Thoughts raced through her mind she began to scream for help but he was quick and silenced her with his hand.
He must act quick he thought and grabbed the gag ball and forced it over head and into her mouth which silenced her hysteria considerably. He adjusted the tightness of the collar on the gag ball so as not to have her spit it out.
Tears where know pouring down Sandra’s face as she imagined all the things that where going to be performed on her. As she felt betrayed by someone she had love so deeply once. She struggled and kicked with her legs but she knew that he was strong and would have his way with her.
He flipped her over and sat her on the couch in front of him. His face an inch from hers ….
“This will be hard on you.”He said to her in a calm soothing voice.” It will hurt and you will be scared. This will take time but when we are done you will thank me. You will have purpose in your life. Like a nun you will live your life dedicated to another, every action will be in servitude of your better. “He reached over and gently caressed her face. He reaches down to the couch and picked up her glasses which had come of in the struggle. He placed them on her face and asked “is this better “.
Sandra was mortified …frozen … could not believe what was happening to her…. purpose … dedication … what the fuck was he on about.
He lit a smoke and turned from her to get the ashtray. Sandra took her chance and got to her feet to run for the door. But he was too quick and grabbed her by the elbow and stopped her dead in her tracks. He pulled her close to him. With one arm around her waist. He pressed her tightly to him. She felt his breathing on the back of her neck. His free had came up her belly and cupped her firm large breast. He squeezed and bounced them in his hand
“You will learn that this no way to behave around your master” he whispered into her ear.
He brought her back to the couch and bent her over its arm. He stood behind her admiring the view. Sandra bent over the arm of the couch face down with her hands behind her back. He reached between her legs and began to fondle her snatch through her jeans. Sandra moaned and struggled but he pressed down on the back of her head assuring she would go nowhere.
He squeezed her ass and rubbed her snatch.
“We should do something about the jeans “he said to her.
The intruder slid his hand under her and unbuckled her jean button with ease. He removed his hand from her head and Sandra turned to face him. Her eyes where big with fear and red from the crying. Her hair was all in her face. She tried to speak but it was all muffled by the gag ball.
He soothed her and said “this is where you are at your most beautiful… precious and powerful…ready to give yourself to servitude”. He knelt next to her to be face to face with is slave. He could decipher some of her muffling to be along the lines of “go fuck yourself’. She was tough. He liked that about her that is why she had to be first.
“Soon you will learn what it is to be my property… to be owned … you will love this. It will make you into who you are meant to be. Remember always that master loves you. But first you must learn…”
He stood and walked behind her and began to remove her jeans. Sandra began to scream and struggle. He reached down and yanked her head up hard by her pony tail. He could hear her angrily breathing through her nose and could see the look of hate in her eyes. Her face was red from the excretion he put on her neck. “Silence… animal” he yelled. Holding her in that position he reached down and grabbed her pants and began to pull them off. Sandra could feel his nails scratch her back as he pulled at her jeans. Soon her pants where around her ankles.
He caressed her long legs with his free hand, it slid up to her panties and he began to rub her pussy with his fingers. He could hear the whimpering, her neck still contorted in his grip. He began to rub her asshole through her panties with his thumb while still rubbing her hole with his fingers.
“First the master must break down the person in front of him till she is his slave.”
With strength and anger he tore off her panties in one tug. Sandra cried and struggled but to no avail. He pulled harder now on her hair and leaned over her so he was looking down at her face. her naked crouch press to his hard dick in his pants. She could feel it hard and large pressed into her ass despite the commotion.
Pulling hard on her hair he said “Silence whore “and he spit into her face on to her glasses
He leaned back off her and jammed two fingers roughly into her ass. Sandra screamed her muffled scream. He forced them in hard and without mercy. He could feel her anal walls clenching in pain and panic. he pulled on her hair
“This is my fuck whole animal… This is master’s property”
If Sandra had a knife at that moment she would have killed him… but she didn’t so she couldn’t, all she could do was suffer his will
He fingered her hole roughly and with out pity. He slid his two remaining fingers into he pussy and began to finger fuck both of her holes. Her tight and beautiful trimmed snatch quivered under the impact. Sandra moaned with pain. He relished in her suffering.
Suddenly he pulled out his fingers and pulled her up off the couch by her hair. Sandra felt the pain of some of her hair being pulled out of her head. They where once again face to face .he still had her by her hair faces inches from each other when he reach around to her bottom with his hand and once again jammed two fingers in her ass hole . He began to pull up with his fingers inside her, she winced he looked her deep in the eyes
“Animal must learn to obey masters will” he said calmly. He began to pull harder know both on her hair and her ass. Sandra whimpered as he pulled. She felt her asshole could not stretch more. She began to rise on to the tips of her toes
“Good…you are already beginning to bend to my will” he said to her with a smile
She sneered at him. He pulled down hard on her hair. She winced
“Cunt….you will be punished for this defiance….you will learn.”
Before she could even react she was on the ground, lying on her back with her hands underneath her.
He stood over her. Looking down on her
“Soon you will live for what I tell you to do. You will even help me perform this training on others “
Sandra’s mind raced ….Others ….
“Yes… there will be others, but that is why I have chosen you first my love, because you are strong and intelligent and will obey my every whim and will bring my word to the others I have chosen”
Sandra knew that he was for real. she had learned this when they were a young couple, knew that he meant what he said .She could see him looking her over, She could see him lusting for her firm young breasts
“Oh “he said “I can’t believe I forgot” and walks over to his bag. Sandra could hear him rummaging through his bag. Soon he was over her again but now he had a digital camera in his hands. Sandra’s heart froze…..he wouldn’t…. She began to plead through her gag ball tears streaming down her face
“How could we not record this moment? So beautiful “
She could see the red light that meant record was on… She could see the auto-zoom of the camera moving as he surveyed her disgraceful state through it.
He began to undo his belt buckle, and pull down his fly. He reaches in and pulls out his package. She looks at his cock, large and proud, and remembers what it was like to have it inside her, how it gave her such pleasure then, how it made her sick now
“humiliating isn’t it” he asks” our little escapade on tape for all to see. Well let’s give you something to be really humiliated about”
He stands over her with either foot at each hip fondling his cock
“The animal must be cleansed”
His urine begins to shower down on her…First on her belly then her breasts. The smell makes her gag. She tries to move away but he steps to her side and holds her down with a foot on her belly
“Animal stay’ he says to her like a dog. He resumes his pissing but this time it cascades down on her face .she feels it burn her eyes even though they are closed shut. She tastes it as it enters her mouth though the holes in the gag ball
He chuckles and calls her “piss mop” and proceeds to urinate in her hair soaking her curls.
The only thing Sandra can do is lay there helpless and cry. Shame burns her more then the urine in her eyes what if someone where to see this…
“Fuck … you stink animal. You made a mess of yourself in the living room ….bad slave…we must clean you”
With his camera in hand he walks over to where he left his beer and he grabs it takes a big sip
“Here we go animal” he says before he dumps the bottles content onto her face. Sandra begins to choke on his beer and urine
“On your knees” he tells her. She struggles to her knees. He brings the camera down to her face so that all there is to see is her beer and piss soaked face
“Know that if you ever disobey me or do anything to harm me, this video will be everywhere before you know it, the internet, your work even your parents.” He pause to let the shock set in. the camera recording her sniveling face, tear streaming down her cheeks, urine in her hair
“Imagine all your friends knowing how disgusting you are, even your poor daddy watching, ashamed at how dirty his little animal is”
Panic strikes her now …. She knows he would … she knows now that she will do anything he asks. He knows it to
He pulls the camera away from her face.
“Now you will service the master… rise”
Sandra rises to her feet
He walks over to the TV. and places the camera on it facing the couch. He then walks over to the couch and sits on it his empty beer bottle still in his hand. He places himself in front of the camera so as to get the perfect shot
Sandra stands still in the middle of the room, handcuffed and covered in beer and urine. She shivers and cries.
“Come now, ride the master like he knows you can”
She walks over to him obediently; she steps over his legs with her leg so as to be facing the camera and over him. She lowers herself slowly on to him till she feels the tip of his cock on her pussy
“No animal …I want my hole” He says to her
Remembering what he said to her earlier she freezes
“Now animal” he says forcefully and slaps her ass
She slides her hips forward till she feels his rod on her tiny asshole still aching from the night’s events. She freezes in fear .He grabs her by the hair and pulls down. She collapses on top of him. She screams through the gag ball. Her legs shake uncontrollably the pain is unbearable. His massive cock rams into her tiny ass. Stretching it out till it almost rips. He begins to pump her ass from underneath she moans and cries. he pulls her hair to force her down ,she tries to get away shock and pain on her face her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, drool pouring out from the holes in her gag ball all the away down on to his balls in long strings. He fucks her ass violently.
He stops and tells her “now ride animal and ride good because we know what happens when you upset master”
The pain is in every part of her body now but she obeys for fear of retribution. She rides the whole length of his shaft up and down dozen and dozens of times over. Her legs burn from the effort she feels his dick in her gut moving her organs around. Every now and again he slaps her ass or pulls her hair and says faster… she complies. Soon she uses her handcuffed hands on his abs to help her weakened legs. When will this be over she thinks to herself, she can’t take this anymore.
“Faster” he slaps her but she cannot comply
“Faster animal” he tugs hard on her hair bringing her down hard on his cock, drool pouring out of her mouth more and more her face covered in mascara and piss. She stops she can’t take anymore.
“I warned you “is all he says
He grabs her inner left thigh and pulls her legs open even more and he laughs as he jams the empty beer bottle in to her pussy three quarters in.
Sandra sees stars the shock and pain are too much she goes limp on top of him as he plows her. She looks like a rag doll on him
“DP is too much for you slave? He laughs. He nails her ass painfully with his rod. He reaches up and tears her piss soaked blouse off and grabs at her d cup breast. She gets a flash of how he used to fondle them. He’s fucking her ass so hard it feels like her tits are going to tear off.
Suddenly he pulls her off of him and places her on her knees before him. He grabs her in both hands and lowers his face to her
“Animal, Master is pleased with you”
She fells a flood of relief … this might end soon .drool has made a mess of her. He stands again and begins to wipe his cock on her face. Quickly it is covered in spit
“Animal has her own shit on her face “
Sandra trembles with shame. Her ass throbs, the bottle stretching her hole
He reaches to his bag on the couch and pulls out a funny “U” shaped device
“This is going to keep your mouth opened as big as possible.” He says to her with a smile
He pulls out the gag ball she begins to plead “please don’t … no more “
He ignores her blabbering and forces the tool in to her mouth. Soon her mouth is stretch beyond its limits. Spit pours out like a faucet.
He stands up right and begins to slap her in the face with his dick ….”Remember “he tells her” it’s all on tape”
He slides his fat dick in her mouth she chokes and gags. He forces it all the way down into her throat. In and out she gags and spews spit from her mouth. He begins to fuck her face like fucked her ass .hard! He pulls her hair and fucks even harder
Sandra cannot breathe from the choking and gagging on cock her eyes water. Mascara pours down from her eyes. He looks down at her
“What a mess” he laughs
He grabs her hair with both hands and forces his full length down her throat and holds it there…. She begins to choke and gag and tries to pull away but to no avail. Her face pressed into his belly.
She pukes on to his balls. Vomit comes through her nose and out the sides of her mouth he holds his cock there she pukes again she is covered in it. On her legs on her tits her face is full… she passes out from asphyxiation.
She awakes to find she is on her back, the tool still in her mouth and the bottle still in her cunt. He’s is sitting on top of her fucking her large tits. Gripping them roughly, bruising them. She knows he’s going to cum. She’s seen this face before. He stops and leans forward till his cock is over her face.
“Look at me whore “is all he says as he reaches down with his free hand and grabs her eyelids and holds them open
Cum flies out of his cock onto her face in her mouth and hair and into her eyes. Squirt after squirt into her eyes. It burns and blinds her. She tastes its saltiness. She hears his grunts. He shakes his rod at her to make sure he dumps all his foulness on her.
He rises and walks over to get the camera. When he returns he films her from head to toe
“You look like a circus freak. A bottle in your hole, covered in piss and puke, your ass torn to shreds and blinded by cum”
He pauses
“Now you are broken … we can begin to make a slave out of you”
The only thing she can think of as he drags her by her hair to the closet is
“Yes master”
He looks down at her on the floor in the closet and says to her….
“This is where animals sleep”……..
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What a Teenager does with mind control. P1. (repost)
BY ANDREAS2
Just a fantasy I’ve had for a while.
Wasn’t really sure how to begin the ‘obtaining’ of the powers, but that wasn’t really part of my fantasy, so I decided to write my real fantasy first and if I get good feedback make it into a bit of a series with a prequel etc.
So please rate and constructive criticism appreciated!
(Posting again because I accidently published it, was only meant to post it to my account as a final draft. Anyway this version contains grammatical fixes and slight errors with the story. Enjoy).
This secret was bursting to get out of me and I really needed to talk to someone about it. Brainstorm. Get some ideas of how to use it, how to abuse it. Man, the thoughts of what I could do were giving me so much excitement, I couldn’t sit still. Ok, I was showing off a bit by telling someone but what’s the point of having a power if you don’t share it with a mate? Besides, who wouldn’t want to be mates with someone who could get you laid with any girl or girls of your dreams?
Now I just needed to figure out whom to tell…took only a second to think about. Tom. I’ve always liked Tom, he’s a great bloke. He’s the kind of guy to keep the party going and just generally enlighten the mood and atmosphere. He never tells others anything and I always liked talking about shit to Tom, I mean about girls and stuff. I can’t really describe it but whenever Tom enters a conversation he keeps the vibe going. He was always a great bloke to have around.
I went to sleep with a plan formulating in my head for the next day of school. Well, I’d hardly call it a master plan, but a way to break it to Tom. I’ll just say, that although Tom is a bit of a party animal, smokes weed gets drunk when he can, he is still an innocent, sweet virgin who hasn’t gotten further than second base. Like I said, our group is rather innocent.
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I woke at 6am to my alarm. Normally I’d be pressing snooze over and over until it was 7.30, but today I was instantly wide awake and put my ‘plan’ into motion.
I got my mobile and dialled Tom’s number. I knew he’d be asleep but if I sounded urgent enough he’d listen.
“Hello…” What’d I say; half asleep.
“Yo Tom, sorry to wake you up, but I got something fucking awesome, so awesome you’d jizz in your pants if I told you. Look, can I pick you up and we go to school early?”
“What? Dude I’m in bed. Nothing can be more awesome than sleeping another hour.” He has no idea.
“Dude, look I’m dyyyying to tell someone. Or did you just want to meet at school?”
“Jeeeez man. You sound like a little kid who just got their first erection.” This was more awesome.
He continued, “Seriously though dude, did you like win tats-lotto or some shit? You sound reallllllly happy.”
“Better.”
“What? Better than winning 20 million dollars?” Ohhh yes.
“Yep.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. I’m sharing the holy grail with you mate.”
There was some silence then he said, “Pick me up at 7. Better be worth it!” then hung up.
“You have no idea.” I said aloud as I hung up and went downstairs for some breakfast.
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I picked Tom up and he immediately wanted to know the score. I told him to wait until we got to school; I couldn’t really talk and drive at the same time, well I can, just not about…you know, and it doesn’t set the right mood. My plan required us to be at school anyway. To pass the time we just put some AC/DC full blast until we got to school.
Once there we unloaded our bags into our respective lockers, met in the study area, chose a small study room and closed the door. These rooms were sound proof because they were next to teachers offices and students could talk and study in them.
The school was basically empty because it was so early, only a few early-rising teachers were there, but they camped at their offices so there was no chance of being overheard.
“So Aaron, what’s the big thing that’s better than 20 million dollars?” He asked.
I looked at him funny. I didn’t know how to word this.
“Are you still a virgin Tom?”
Asking this was always a touchy topic for him. He hated to admit it; I think he was rather ashamed to be basically 18 and still a virgin.
“Yes…what you going to get me laid or something?” He sounded annoyed.
I realised that I’d struck a nerve. I instantly regretted asking it. It was hardly relevant anyway.
“Actually sorry, I didn’t really mean to ask that. I was just wondering in my head if you were a virgin still and it just came out-”
He interrupted, “Dude it’s cool, go on.”
“Right. Well, we can change that. But I’ll just tell you what I wanted to say. Man I’m finding this hard to word. Now I know you’re gonna say that you don’t believe me blah blah blah, I certainly wouldn’t believe me either. But I’m just saying that what I’m gonna tell you is gonna sound fucked up and like total BS. You’ll think I’m nuts.”
I paused to let him process all that.
“Right OK. Go on.”
I took a big breathe and then I suddenly decided that I couldn’t be fucked breaking it him slowly. Better to just get it out there.
“I can control girls. Everything. Their thoughts, feelings, desires. Anything about them.”
He blinked slowly. “What?”
“You heard me. I can basically control a girl like controlling a SIMS character, like a puppet.”
He was silent for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
I kept looking at him seriously, unappreciative of the laughing.
He noticed my sternness and stopped. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“So you can make a girl do anything you want?”
“Yep.”
He smirked at that and said, “Well you’re right. I’m gonna need some proof.”
I was expecting him to say that. “Fair enough. Tom look out the window, into the hall. You see her?”
“Britt yeah?”
“Yeah. Would you like to lose your virginity to her? Would you like me to make her your girlfriend? Or would you simply like me to make her strip off right there so you’ll believe me?”
Tom stared at me wide eyed. I knew why. Brittany, aka Britt, was one of the hottest girls in our year level. She wasn’t part of our group, and I barely knew her, but smoking hot she was! She was part of the athletics team and was a championship runner. Her being there was no coincidence. I know she comes to school early to do work; I come to school early myself a bit and she’s always there. A lay with her wouldn’t be denied by any sane, straight man. Just the thought of her tanned, long, fit legs wrapped around you….Fuck! I was getting aroused. Stop thinking about her no stop! Shit, she’s looking at me. I’ve put some thoughts into her head. Calm down, calm down. I’ve just made her a bit horny. Bloody hell, I’m going to have to control myself better. If I got too horny I reckon every girl in a miles radius would be on top of me. I made a mental note to practice stopping my subconscious thoughts about people being transmitted to them.
Tom hadn’t noticed though, which was good, I’d rather explain the details of the power later. For now I just wanted to keep it simple. I was still eagerly waiting to hear Tom’s response, so I was looking at him. He just kept staring at me, still wide eyed, and then would glance at Britt. I think he was half expecting to wake up and find out it was a dream, or me to burst out laughing and say ‘had you going there Tom didn’t I?’ Hell, I don’t blame him; I still can’t believe it myself.
Eventually, he laughed a little, breaking the silence.
“Alright Mr. Mind-controller. Do it.” It was clear he wasn’t convinced, and thought I was nuts.
“What?”
“Make her strip off right there.”
I thought for a second but decided for obvious reasons it would draw too much attention, not to mention that it would be dog to her. I mean, controlling a girl’s desires for you without them knowing is bad, but they don’t know it, so it’s not so bad, but ruining their life…another story.
“I could do that, but she would get in trouble and I don’t want to drag too much attention yeah? But I’ll do this.”
I sent a little command and she reached under her school shirt and started unhinging her bra, which she placed on the table, then reached up her skirt and began sliding her panties down off her outstretched feet, placing these with her bra. I made her turn around and wink at us, for the icing on the cake.
Tom was flabbergasted; his jaw literally touched the ground.
“Satisfied?” I grinned.
With a quick mental push she picked her up underwear and strolled towards us, opening the door and throwing them on Toms lap.
“I thought you might like these.” She smiled at him, standing in front of him.
“Britt, your ears are now muted, and close the door.” I ordered. She obeyed.
“So man what do ya think?
“I…don’t…I can’t….what..are..you?”
To skip the freak-out part, I decided to quickly preoccupy him.
“Strip off, quickly” I commanded.
She immediately ripped her clothes off standing naked in front of us.
I got up and cupped one of her luscious tits in my hand, and slithered in her ear, just audible enough for Tom to hear.
“You will have an uncontrollable need to rip Tom’s clothes off and fuck him senseless or until you physically can’t anymore. I suggest in the corner there so teachers don’t see you.”
She immediately was grabbing at Tom’s clothes, unable to get them off fast enough, at the same time kissing him with Tom completely shocked at the whole situation. His face was priceless.
“Britt, when the bell goes, you will stop whatever you’re doing, get dressed here, go back to your desk where your books are, and then forget this ever happened. You will not remember a thing since you looked at me from your desk. Nod if you understand.” She looked at me and nodded, before swiftly returning to Tom.
I started walking out as I saw her mounting him on the ground, furiously grabbing at the belt to his pants.
I walked out and went next door to a teachers’ office. I told a female teacher to lock the study room for me, without looking inside. They are unlocked from the inside since it is a school, but I just wanted it locked for the benefit of Tom and his fuck buddy.
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I sat through my first two classes without really paying attention. Just hoping Tom would accept everything, and that he enjoyed himself. I’d find out soon enough at recess.
Eventually the bell rang and I put my books away and grabbed some food. I was on my way to our group’s turf before I got winded by a stray fist, dropping my food as I hunched over, before I got gripped in a tight head lock. I must say I was caught completely off guard.
“Start talking.” Tom said. After I recover I knew I could overpower him, but I decided to let him keep me in his grip to let him feel better.
“Tom, Chill. I got this…power..ability or whatever you want to call it on the weekend, I don’t know how or why.” I wheezed.
“I found out by just wishing mum to do something for me, like make me a smoothie, to give me 50 bucks, and she actually would, which she would never do. I thought she was sucking up to me or something, but I noticed something was odd cause she started complaining to me that she was missing money and that I was leaving smoothie ingredients out on the table, like she had no memory of doing it.” He eased up on his grip so I pushed his arms off me, standing back up.
“I also noticed that whenever I thought about any girl sexually they would look at me funny and most would blush. I soon discovered I could influence girl’s feelings by like simply feeling anything about them, thinking about anything that was about them. But if I simply focused I could control them like a puppet, and I could decide whether or not they remembered anything.”
There was a pause as he processed this.
“So you basically can control woman’s minds?” He asked
“Basically, yeah.”
After a bit of a pause, I asked. “So dude, what do you think?”
He seemed to have regained some composure. “Un-fuck-ing-be-liev-a-ble. What is this shit?” He stared at me with disbelief. He seemed genuinely frightened of me and shocked at the same time. It was quite confronting seeing your best mate look at you like that.
“Dude relax I’m on your side…” I trailed off as he began laughing his head off, slapping me on the back.
“Man dude, that is so fucking awesome! Have you told anyone else?” He asked sternly.
“Nah man, you’re the first one, probably won’t tell anyone else, at least for a while.”
He smiled. “That means a lot man. You must trust me a bunch. We’re going to have so much fucking fun with this. I must admit, when you told me about this last night…I was thinking of all the things you could were going to say…this wasn’t like any of the scenarios I imagined!”
I laughed. “I don’t blame ya.”
“Man, I can’t believe it. I’m no longer a virgin, and I lost it to one of the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. It’s too much.” He smiled, looking away nostalgically.
“Keep it in your pants dude, before you knock someone over.” We both laughed, I continued, “We’ll talk about this later, but mate, you might want to call your parents and say you’re sleeping at mine tonight. It’s Friday, my parents aren’t home and my sisters are overseas. Opportunity of a life time mate and we’re going to make the most of it.” I winked knowingly before heading back to the crowd, leaving him with a massive grin on his face.
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Throughout the day I proceeded to ask all the hot girls in our year level at school if they had anything on, demanding an honest response, and to all the ones that did, I told them to forget I said anything. But to the ones that were free, and were allowed to go out and stay the night at other people’s houses, I asked them to come to my house after school for a pool party, and if it was going to be a problem to their parents if they said they were staying at my house, I asked them to lie to them about where they were staying.
I compiled a list of everyone who could come and then just waited out the day with great anticipation.
Finally school ended and I dashed to my locker, packed my bag and met up with Tom. Normally we’d have a chat with the crowd but we had a bit of preparation to do. We headed to the car and I roared the engine to life and drove off.
“So, who’d you invite?” He asked.
“Girls I’d only rate 8 or higher, and they had to have nothing on and be able to lie to their parents that they were staying the night elsewhere.”
“Fuck, you did your homework. Give me some names.”
“Nah wasn’t hard man. I just asked them and if they couldn’t I told them to forget all that I said. Dude it’s going to be weird. I’ve got like 5 girls from our group going, yes, our sweet little innocent group and about 10 to 15 other girls from random other groups, like half a probably virgins half a probably sluts.”
“Should be interesting.” Tom grinned.
About half-way home he pointed to the side of the road, “Hey dude, pull over here. Gotta buy some shit.”
“Some grog yeah?”
“Yeah and some protection.” He winked knowingly.
“Shotty alcohol.”
“Meh, I’ll use self-checkout.”
“Smart. You’d be judged heavily if you bought like 10 packs in one hit.” I laughed.
“Hehe true.” He grinned.
We arrived back at the car with our respective supplies and resumed the trip home.
Once home, we got changed and waited.
Tom broke the silence, “Dude, do you reckon after tonight, you could do me a favour?”
“Anything man.”
He paused for a second, then said, “Make Kara my girlfriend, and only change her desires for sex; to be the same as mine.”
Kara was a smoking hot girl from our group, very nice girl. Although she was probably a 9.5 in terms of the body, she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and I couldn’t imagine having any intelligible conversations with her, and Tom was smarter than me. Each to his own, I suppose.
“Sure man, easy as pie.”
He smiled at me in appreciation.
“But if you’re going out, I can’t let you join me and my endeavours as that is…well, it’s unethical.”
“Dude, everything we’re doing here is ‘unethical’.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right. I can’t really talk. Well it’s unethical but as long as their minds are kept clean, I think it’s ok. But I still don’t like the idea of cheating on girlfriends, mind power or not.”
Tom nodded, even though I was aware he didn’t agree, I was letting him know I wasn’t going to be supporting it if he was. I had such strong views because this girl, Ashley, whom I lost my virginity to, cheated on me, and it hurt, a lot, and he knew this.
The intercom sounded.
“And so it begins.” I said, smiling widely, as I went to the intercom to let them in.
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Eventually all the girls were in the house; all that said would come came, about 15. Now they were just talking to each other like it was any other normal day. The fact that Tom and I were the only guys didn’t bother anyone the slightest, not even the fact that quite a few of them barely knew us at all.
However, this ‘chatting’ was not really what I had in mind.
“Want to go for a swim everyone?” I shouted above the conversations.
Based on all the ‘yes’ answers I heard, it was a dumbass question.
“Only downside is that some forgot their bathes, but they don’t really care, so they’re skinny dipping! Just so no one is singled out; I think it would be only fair that we all skinny dipped.”
Everyone was all too happy to agree with me, even heard a few ‘that’s an upside not a downside’ comments. Everyone started stripping off, throwing their clothes down and heading towards our heated, indoor pool. I waited by the pool door as I watched the 15 smoking hot chicks walk past me, naked as the day they were born. What was really funny was that none seemed to notice they were naked. They just kept talking to each other like it the most normal thing in the world, some just commenting on each other’s bodies, and some simply saying that it was a bit cold. I’d have to look into that later, but right now I was as hard as I was ever going to be.
I started taking my shorts off as Tom pulled me to the side.
“Hey dude, do you reckon you could just do the girlfriend thing now, and I take her upstairs for the night?”
“Umm I guess. Not interested in the group?” I asked.
“Nah man, I just, look, I really like Kara. I’ve liked her for ages. So I really just want to be with her, I don’t want to screw others in front of her, mind spell or not.”
I sighed, “I guess man, you could of told me and I would of brought another dude to share these girls with.”
“Yeah, sorry man, I should’ve told you not to invite Kara.”
I was pissed but I didn’t show it, “Well ok, but remember if I do this you can’t join me as long as you’re going out with Kara.”
“Yeah I know dude.”
I called for Kara just as everyone started jumping in the pool. She approached us with her nice luscious tits bouncing as she came to us.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Everything I told you about coming to my house, all commands and parameters, you can forget. You’re now Tom’s girlfriend, you’ve always had a crush on him and now you’ve just said yes to him asking you out. You’re excited about it and will do your best to make it work out, and you will always be happy to have sex with Tom. Tonight you want to consummate your relationship. You will forget that I talked to you about this and you will think that Tom and you both asked me if you could use my house while it was empty. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded. “Thanks for letting us come here Aaron.”
She then suddenly looked at the pool with all the naked girls jumping around, and then at herself. She reached up and covered her tits and pussy.
“What…why am I naked?” She gasped.
“Oh yeah, you will not remember any other girls being here once you leave the house. You will not realise you are naked until you are upstairs with Tom, and you will think he undressed you. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded. Tom smiled and said, “Let’s go upstairs babes.”
“Sure.” She smiled back at Tom.
I whispered to Tom, “Just giving her enough parameters of programming so she doesn’t wonder anything.”
“It’s all good mate, I understand.” He responded.
“Make sure to tell me if I forget anything, like if she finds something wrong. Remember, if I stuffed anything up I can just undo anything, no permanent damage done.”
“Thanks man. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Tom took hold her firm ass as they hobbled around the pool to go upstairs to the guest room.
I looked at the pool and looked at all the female bodies throwing beach balls around and splashing on each other. Even without Tom here, all I could say was, this was going to be one hell of a night.
I sat down in the spa and asked Alara, a short sexy girl, if she wanted to join me. She got out of the pool and jumped in the spa, and went to sit on my lap, facing me. I flipped her around so she would sit on me facing away, and as she descended down I lined up my already rock-solid cock so it would enter her. Slowly she a squatted down, I closed my eyes as I took in the feeling; her depths being stretched and her warmth enveloping my mate until I was fully buried inside her, a moan escaping her lips. For a few minutes we didn’t do anything, she was still quite content sitting still and I was simply admiring the view of all the beautiful bodies playing in the pool while I savoured the feeling if Alara’s hot love hole gripping my member. I reached over to the controls on the side of the spa and turned ‘jets’ and ‘air bubbles’ on.
I decided I wanted to know what people were thinking of this party, I still didn’t fully understand the effects of my commands on people, just knew that they worked. So it was as good as an opportunity as any to ask Alara. I leaned her back and gripped her hips to hold her still.
“Hey Alara..”
“Yeah Aaron.”
“Why did you come to my house?”
“Because you invited me.”
“But you hardly know me.”
“I do now.”
“No you don’t, we hardly speak to each other.”
“Well I feel like I’ve known you for years. We should talk more often.”
“Ok, have you every skinny dipped with 15 girls and 1 guy before?”
“No.”
“Don’t you think it’s weird?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you asked me to Aaron. Nothing is weird with you. I can do whatever I want when I’m with you, without any worries.”
Ok…I don’t remember commanding that, “Why is that?”
“I trust you.”
“Really why?”
“I don’t know, you just seem a very trustworthy person. I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust you.”
So, me commanding people…is it simply making them ‘trust’ me more than comprehension, more than anything, and that is why they do whatever I want?
“So if I asked you to jump off a bridge and kill yourself, would you do it?”
“Probably,” She turned back, looked at me and smiled, “But I know you’re joking.”
“Yeah you got me. Ok I have another question. When I asked you to come into the spa, did you actually want to?”
“Yeah of course.”
“Why didn’t you just come to me and talk to me yourself?”
“I don’t know. I was talking with some of the girls and you just seemed you were busy talking with Tom and Kara.”
“Oh ok. What about now?”
“Now?”
“Did you find any problem, or wonder even the slightest, when you sat down on my cock?”
“No, I was going to try to anyway, but then you took the lead. I’ve never felt hornier for someone in my life.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
I glanced up as two more girls jumped into the spa. One was Lara and another was Shez. Lara was my dream girlfriend, something which I might make a reality later; she was smoking hot, really nice to everyone, and really smart. She was part of our group, very conservative, so she was probably still a virgin. Shez was best friends with Lara but they were exact opposites. She hung around with the jocks, bit of a slut, but still really hot and fairly nice.
“Bit cold in the pool is it?” I asked them, noticing their rock hard nipples.
“Nah.” Lara said. “Just wanted to join you guys and get in the spa.”
“Yeah, it’s a good temperature.” I said.
Wow, I’m talking in the spa with 2 girls that were naked…and just unbelievably hot…while my cock was buried in another. Wow.
“So Shez and Lara, are you guys having fun?”
“Yes!” They said simultaneously.
“Wow, you really are!” I smiled.
“I don’t know, I just feel like I can be myself here. and everyone else is saying it too. Do whatever I want, and be happy. I can’t explain it.” Lara said.
“Just gotta relax a bit. Do your own thing.” I said. Man I’m such a lying dog, “So you guys are ok with skinny dipping?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to do it with heaps of people.” Shez said.
“What’s the problem Aaron?” Lara asked, “You seem bothered by something.”
“Yeah I am. I’m just worried a little…I don’t really know why you guys are acting so normal about everything, as if you’ve all come here tons of times. I feel like I forced the skinny dipping thing and the coming here in the first place thing on you. Do you feel that way?”
“No, Aaron. I don’t feel like I’ve been forced to do anything. I wanted to come here, and I did. We all did. I wanted to go skinny dipping. Trust me. Everyone is happy to be here. You’re right when you say that it seems like we’ve been here a lot, it sure feels like we have, but I know we haven’t. I feel like I could live here without a single care in the world.” Lara said, “So long as you’re happy with it.”
“Why would you want to keep me happy?”
“So you keep inviting us here!” She giggled.
“Well ok. I just don’t want anyone to feel like they’ve been forced to come here or do anything they don’t want to do.”
“Don’t worry. We’re all actually just talking about how awesome your house is and the pool” Lara said.
“Cool.” I smiled, “I will say, the pool is pretty nice, my parents did a good job designing it.”
I was more confused with those answers, but it was worth it knowing that all this seemed to make the girls happy, and they didn’t feel like they were being forced to do anything. My commands must have made them think everything I told them was their own ideas, their own thoughts. I wonder why…I’d figure it out later…for now…
I started moving Alara around my cock. “Let’s get to it.” I said.
“Finally! Thought you’d talk all day, no offense.” She replied, as she proceeded to begin bouncing up and down.
“None taken. Well now that I’ve done my host-duties, and I know everyone’s cool, I feel better.”
I groaned at the sensations and I reached around her and grabbed her tits, helping her up and down, “and now I feel a loot better.” I said.
“I do too.” She sighed.
I began matching her ascents and descents with my hips, thrusting into her as she came down, and pulling back down as she went up. I heard some splashing and looked around as I saw some other girls getting in the spa. Lara scooted next to me and grabbed me around the waist as a sign of ownership and another girl named Neha, a small beautifully tanned half Indian chick, came to my other side. I took my hands of Alara’s tits and looped them around Neha and Lara. Alara couldn’t keep her balance without my hands, so she leaned back and grabbed my thighs and grinded her hips in a circular motion around my cock, leaning her head back in pleasure, her long hair draping onto my ticklish chest. I looked around and saw that all the girls were in the spa, they all must have gotten sick of the pool or just wanted to join in, it was pretty cramped, some girls were sitting on each other’s laps. Other than the girls preoccupied with me, Alara, Lara and Neha, all the girls were talking among each other, just about school work and stuff, nothing in particular, but it was just weird because they were seemingly oblivious to me having sex right in front of them. I guess this was the same thing when I thought that they would think it would be weird to have 15 girls skinny dip with 1 guy.
All of a sudden Alara squealed, “I’m cumming!” and then I felt her pussy walls grip and squeeze my cock, pushing me to the painful edge of just about cumming too. I looked at Alara and she was just sitting on my cock very still, she wasn’t passed out, just in a daze. I noticed my hips were squirming underneath her, taking a mind of their own trying to get a few last pumps so I could get off, but I couldn’t get enough thrust. God, it was killing me sitting on the edge. I was suffering from a major case of blue balls; I needed to get off.
“Lara, get her off and finish me off would you? I’m just about to cum but she’s in fairy land.” I said.
“Let’s do it doggy.” She whispered, “It will be hot doing doggy in front of everyone, even only for a few seconds.” Well, she wasn’t wrong.
I sat up and heaved Alara off me, sitting her down where I was sitting, before standing up in the middle of spa. Lara had wasted no time and already had her hands on the edge of the spa, between the shoulders of two chicks, with her ass sticking up proudly above the water. She was looking at me eagerly, wiggling her ass at me. I gripped her hips and lined up my cock, and in one steady push was buried in her, she gasped and so did I. This was the fourth pussy I had ever been inside, including Alara’s, and my god, was it the tightest, and the best by far!
“You’re so fucking tight Lara. My god!” I looked around to see what others thought of what I said…and a couple doing it doggy style right in front of them (not that there is anything weird about that at all). A few were looking at us, just taking the view in as if were a TV show. Some were fingering themselves from what I could see, and another few were just talking to each other as if it were normal, same as before. I thought about how hot that made it; the normality of the situation to them just made it seem so sexy, especially the ones that had their eyes on us.
And with that thought I started giving Lara the root of a lifetime. I drove my cock all the way in, before pulling out so only the head was in, then rinsing and repeating. Lara was meeting my thrusts, pushing back on me every time I went in and then easing up as I pulled out. Each thrust was met with a loud slap as my hips crashed into hers, and my balls slapping her on the ass. The consistent splashing of the water was making it seem louder than it was. Lara was gasping and moaning softly, and I was too. The feeling of her pussy was just incredible; it was so hot, wet and just so fucking tight. I’d have to check my dick for carpet burns afterwards, it felt like there was too much friction. Too bad I was already at my peak, would have been a great one if it lasted. After about a minute in I came back to the feeling of being on the edge and before I warn her I gave it one last push I squirted my load inside her, holding her hips as close to me as I could while I emptied my payload into her.
Gasping and panting I pulled her back as I bent my knees to sit down. Since the was no room I ended up sitting on another chick, who happened to Shez, with Lara sitting on my lap, my deflating cock slowly easing out of her. Shez reached her hands around me and Lara and gripped Lara’s hips, pulling them as hard as she could towards herself. This prevented my deflating cock from leaving Lara’s womb, which would make me hard again in no time.
“I always imagined losing my virginity to doggy style. I don’t know why.” Lara said. I actually forgot about that, her hymen must have already been broken somehow.
“You should have told me you were a virgin! I wouldn’t have asked you to do that, I didn’t even make you cum.” I felt a little bad.
“Don’t worry Aaron, I could’ve said no. It’s not liked you raped me or anything.” Hm, I wonder if mind altering counts as rape, “And you didn’t make me cum because you’d been screwing Alara for ages.”
“I guess.” I said.
After a few minutes, a girl named Madison said, “I’m getting out now; chlorine is starting to dissolve me.”
“Yeah, me too.” Another said.
I decided I’d get out too.
“Towels are in the cupboard there if you forgot one.” I suggested, “Don’t leave the pool room wet, dry off here or in the bathroom. Just don’t want water getting in the house. It gets pretty slippery.”
I told asked Shez to let go of Lara so she could get off me, and she did with a plop as my dick popped out of her. It was already becoming hard again. I ascended out of the love-spa, grabbing a towel and drying myself off. A few decided to stay in the spa. I thought about telling everyone to stay naked, but it was a bit cold, so I didn’t bother. After getting dressed, I went into the back room with the alcohol, grabbing a beer and started pouring shots.
A few girls emerged, some with their clothes on, some with a towel around them and a couple had dried off but were still nude. One of the ones without clothes on was Britt, the same Britt who raped Tom.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked her.
“A little bit, but I love being naked.” She smiled.
“Fair enough.” I laughed. Still don’t know why they love it here so much. I never issued a command saying ‘love my house and love being yourself when you’re here’.
“Anyways, who wants some shots?” I raised my voice so everyone could hear.
A few didn’t like alcohol that much, so they passed, but most were all over it.
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7 shots later, I was off my face. I had them way too quickly. Probably had them over the course of 15 minutes. Was not a good idea.
I stumbled around the room until I hit a couch and slumped on it. I was perfectly content resting there until I had a weird thought go through my head. Normally I’d think twice about it, but being drunk, you don’t tend to do that much thinking.
At the top of my voice, focusing as much as I could, I shouted.
“All of you come fuck the shit out of me!”
Silence filled the room as I noticed every female looking at me.
Realization slowly sunk in to the problem with what I just said, my smile slowly going down as I started to make a break for it. I only made about two meters closer to the door before I literally got spear tackled onto the ground, and about four girls jumping on top of me, winding me, and all their womanly flesh covering my mouth, removing any hope I had to make a break for it or reverse the command. I wasn’t strong enough to command them all off me at once without talking, and I yelled the command which makes it even harder to break. Being drunk didn’t help much either. A girl with a towel around her, called Maddy, jumped on top of me, to towel going up to her hips like a skirt, our privates making contact. I tried to push her off but she was gripping me tight. I glanced behind her and noticed about five girls charging like bulls towards us, before all of them leaping into the air to land on us. I screamed and instinctively reached and grabbed her back and ass firmly and flipped us around, almost simultaneously I felt the painful hit as all the girls crash landed onto my back, which also pushed also pushed our well-aligned genitals into each other, burying my already hard dick inside her. I gasped as I felt the pleasure of her hot, moist, velvety glove gripped me tight. Her towel had fallen off to the ground behind her, acting as a somewhat comfortable mat. I couldn’t move myself with all the weight on me so I put all my weight fall on her and just laid on top of her, probably not all that comfortable for her but it felt good to be pushed to the hilt inside her and held there. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I don’t think it bothered her either.
The kiss was cut short as I was quickly pulled around by the strength of all the other girls, my dick slipping out to the fresh air again before almost immediately entering another girl’s warm tunnel. Three girls laid on my face, their mouthful sized tits being forced into my mouth as the culprit that had mounted me and proceeded to ‘fuck the shit out of me’. I couldn’t tell who it was cause her back was facing me while she bounced on top of my cock like there was no tomorrow. A couple more girls had managed to get underneath me and was pinning my body by wrapping their arms around my chest and their legs around my thighs and body, the shear heat of their pussys and the poking of their tits pushing against me all too apparent. I tried to reach and push the boobs away from my face so I could speak (and breath) but my hands had been pinned underneath some other girls, their ass facing me and them doing, what it felt like, furiously trying to push my fingers into their cunts; Wow, they were fucking my hands. The nipples in my face were brutally thrown into my mouth, as if I were a baby that wouldn’t shut up and they were giving me a suck toy, making the act of talking all the more difficult.
I rolled my eyes and gasped (through my nose) as the pussy gripping my cock pulsated as it continued to be furiously forced up and down my pole, faster than I had ever felt, nor thought was possible. I had a look and managed to see through the tits my face and saw the girl bouncing on my dick now had two girls were gripping her hips helping her go up and down faster, and another two had her arms and legs out stretched and were wiggling her sideways, left and right, as she went up and down. Oh my god, I wonder how many people have experienced that before.It felt fucking fantastic. Another two that were underneath my legs each had a testicle in their mouths, which felt mind-blowingly wonderful. My hands were being furiously pulled into girls cunts, as if it were a dick.
My entire body was being masturbated or fucked in some sort of way, if that makes sense. Every piece of my flesh was in contact with some feminine part. The pleasure I was feeling was just utterly overwhelming.
Since each girl wanted to obey my command of fucking me but the volumes of girls were preventing them, many were still jumping on my chest, furiously trying to get in contact with me, but many couldn’t since there wasn’t enough surface area of my body to touch them all. I had so many girls on top of me…and beneath me; it was like swimming in an ocean of naked woman. The sheer amount of sweaty bodily heat being emitted into the room was steaming the windows, not to mention the heat of all the bodies on me was adding to the already over-the-top sensations. Every now and then my dick would slip out of someone’s hole for a second before it quickly re-entered someone else’s warmness. Sometimes it would only last in someone’s hole for only a few seconds. It seemed there was massive competition going on for my pole.
So much weight was on me, I couldn’t get up nor see much of what was going on with so much flesh in my face. All I knew was that the sensations were pure bliss. I couldn’t even suck on the nipple that was stuck halfway down my throat because I couldn’t focus for than a few seconds; the pleasure was overloading my brain.
The tits in my face were suddenly being forced away towards my chest, the one in my mouth was removed and I took a huge breath as I was about to command them off me but I couldn’t as the tight, tanned ass that been pushing all the boobs away sat on me, the weight of the chick landing on my face. Noticing the tanned chick was short, I guessed it was Neha, the half Indian. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could around my head, forcing her cunt into my face. I couldn’t see anything, she was forcing it so hard into my face I couldn’t see barely anything, I could just feel and smell and taste her cunt right next to my mouth.
My concentration lapsed for a few seconds, the first signs of losing consciousness. The cunt in my face was preventing me from getting adequate oxygen; the overdose of alcohol also wasn’t helping. I knew that I’d have to terminate that command before I passed out or they could all potentially fuck me to death while I was unconscious. What a way to die. I tried to move my arm but they were still each stuck under a girls pussy, and my legs were out of the question with about five girls sitting on them and a couple of girls I was on top of had their legs wrapped around them.
I couldn’t move any part of my body.
I realized I was completely and utterly pinned by all the girls. I couldn’t speak and get them off with a girl’s legs wrapped around my face and my entire body was next to immovable. I was in a prison of pleasure and potential death awaited unless I could get up somehow. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, both sex adrenaline and the fear of imminent death adrenaline.
My orgasm was approaching but since I couldn’t speak I couldn’t really warn them. The inevitable happened and I started plastering the mystery rider’s vaginal walls with my jizz. I heard a faint scream saying, “He’s coming!” and then more girls started squealing saying they wanted some. I felt the screamer being pushed off while the hose was still pumping, and the girls squealing at, what I can assume, the final moments of my sprouting fountain. The next few minutes were a mystery to me as I lost myself in only what I could describe the best orgasm of my life.
As I came back from my high, I noticed that the girl that was on my right hand was gone now; my arm was completely free to move. Knowing it might be my only chance, I ignored the painful pleasures of the blowjob on my sensitive dick and reached to my left arm and pushed the girl off balance a ripped my left arm from beneath her and with all my strength pushed the girl off my face. I managed to prop myself up by my hands and wasted no time and screamed “Everyone go to sleep until I say wake up!”
All the girls passed out, landing on the ground, heads flopping over. The girl that was blowing my sensitive dick passed out with her mouth on my dick. I squealed in pain as her mouth relaxed and her teeth grazed my sensitive dick’s head. I slowly eased out of her and then just relaxed in the ocean of body heat. I had a think. Some commands seemed to just ‘command’ them, where others made them ‘trust’ me to the point of doing what I wanted. Like for example, my mum would forget she made a smoothie when I told her to, and I assumed this ‘fuck the shit out of me command’ was the same sort of thing, as well as when I told Kara to forget ‘everything’ I told her, she couldn’t put her finger on why she was naked. But before that when I told them to skinny dip, they did it as if they thought it was a great idea, not because I told them to. They wanted to do it. They remembered doing it. And then there’s the feelings transfer, like when I thought about Britt sexually, I transmitted my feelings to her somehow. Not only that, why did they like being around me so much? Why was skinny dipping so normal? Better yet, how did I get my abilities in the first place? So many questions, I’d have to figure out the extent of my abilities when I got the chance. Not long after concluding that, I just passed out on all the womanly bodies from mass sexual exhaustion and drunkenness. Sexy, hot, naked women make one hell of a bed.
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Magical hearts chapter 12
The summer passes into fall as we prepare the fortresses on the islands denying their use by any raider of our kingdom. By the end of summer and the beginning of fall, a tower is on all islands that has shown use by Raiders. Justin’s old teacher has shared with us the enchantment for his gates. Now we need only watchers to summon our forces. We have gathered a few more hundred men. We may need to attack more than one group at a time.
Because of Izmira’s past treachery we decided, a demonstration of power would be in order. We decide to make them nervous and wonder just how powerful we are. We are going to go to their kingdom and leave small present for the King. We copied all the documents incriminating his Duke, all the information we gleaned from our prisoners. We will show that we can reach his kingdom, even unto his own throne room, when he cannot reach ours. We will do this now that our defenses are ready.
Before the trees have fully turned in new Cowan, we would prepare a special house to use with one of the carpets. It is similar to our pantry. It has a doorway into the house, and the inside is much larger than the exterior, unlike the pantries there is no time alteration. We need the space to store water and food for the journey. We also wish to be comfortable during our long flight. Therefore, the house also should contain living quarters.
We know the ships from Izmira do not carry enough provisions for a return trip. So turning them away from our shores will mean their death. We decided to give them warning before the loss of their merchant ships, and the innocent lives of those sailed aboard them.
It would be easier to warn them away than to figure out if they were slavers or just evil man that just happen to be merchants. Father’s emissaries have gotten word back to him that many other kingdoms were having similar problems with the kingdom of Izmira. A few of those kingdoms even proposed an alliance to deal with Izmira permanently. They have suffered greater losses than we have.
Isabel and I created new communication mirrors. We had use the elfin enchantment on those mirrors. You could hold a conversation with all the mirrors created at the same time, or to any single mirror. We sent those new mirrors to our emissaries located in those kingdoms proposing an alliance. We would need to speak to those emissaries much quicker and more frequently.
Father use one of the courier carpets along with a navigator to begin transporting the mirrors. They carried a crate with provisions for the two men. The carpet responded differently for each person, if the person feared height and speed, the carpet would fly lower and slow. If the person loved, the feel of the speed the carpet could achieve the carpet would fly very fast. It took a while to find the right two people, two that would allow the carpet to use all its speed. Giving instructions to the two, we set them on their way.
Isabel and I set about the task of planning the house, to use upon the carpet. Once we arrived, we could create a gate like the ones we had for the island keeps. After long discussions with Justin and Selena, Jeremiah and father, we had an architect draw up the plans. Jeremiah suggested that we add some rooms similar to the crates, where time slowed once their door closed. By the time, we are finished there was going to be four floors. Storage rooms took the bottom level. It has common rooms on the second level, kitchen with pantry, dining, and audience chamber, along with a training area. The third and fourth floors where bedchambers, a library and a personal retreat that father insisted on having.
The architect brought back the plans, two days later. They are on four large roles of parchment. With a deep breath, he says after spreading out the four plans, “This castle will take years to construct. Walls must be six foot thick on the lowest level with vaulted ceilings for the storage rooms. To use a flat foundation it must be nearly eight foot thick or set upon solid stone.
What Isabel and I are looking at is the building will be even larger than the enchanted keep. The enchanted Keep was physically larger than the enchanted Castle although it had a huge amount of open space within the walls. Only a tenth of the rooms compared to the Castle. It has no towers, but numerous windows. With what we had planned for the house, this far out stretched what Isabel and I had envisioned. I think father had a different vision in mind. We could bring the Keep on the same carpet. If all went well this would be a less threatening display of power. This miniature Castle would take up no more room than a garden shed if not expanded to its original size. It would give a peaceful alternative to the images what the enchanted Keep would bring to mind.
Isabel and I grin at each other knowing we will spend another month on Fox or Hound Island. Perhaps this time we will invite sparrow along with his companions. They may enjoy a longer visit, and perhaps some time browsing the library before we miniaturize the castle.
Father has already suggested that I choose the books for the library. All bring all the ones on enchanting and magical spells we have duplicated, along with purchasing and duplicating several new ones that have just come up for sale. The estate of an old wizard is selling off his possessions, along with his library. Rumor has it he was doing some very interesting work.
I am wondering what Father’s true purpose is for the miniature Castle, or should I say purposes father seems do nothing without a host of reasons.
Due to the feverish nature of my first two years as crown prince we have not gotten to visit very few of the Dukes and their lands. Before this thing with Izmira had come to our attention, we were to visit several of the dukedoms.
Over the last two years, we had increased the number of enchanted crates. We can store grain now for well over one hundred years in the enchanted crates. Now we have enough grain for a full year of famine, where every dukedom fails to produce any grain at all. That should be a very unlikely circumstance considering the length and breadth of our kingdom is quite vast. No single storm would wipe out the grain production for a single dukedom let alone the entire kingdom.
During our long history they have been several periods were great winter storms lasted far into the spring leaving us too short of a growing season for all but the most Southern duchies. Orc invasions had led to famine as well. The orcs’ invasion route took them through the grain belt, the dukedoms south of Cowan River. It took decades to recover our grain production. We would need more grain if an event like that occurred again.
Father wished us to give an enchanted crate to each dukedom. The Dukes should choose to use it for the granary. My father had devised this as a test for his Dukes. Father had determined it was time for a housecleaning as he called it. He would remove any Duke not serving his people. Too many of the Dukes had become complacent in their duties and believed themselves privileged. Bethany and Camarillo had proven the point. Jeremiah’s dukedom have produced more taxes in his short tenure than many others have over the last decade. Either the Dukes were corrupt taking the majority of the King’s taxes or their people were struggling with poor leadership from above.
We would have to get back to that as quickly as possible once the situation with Izmira concludes.
We create two more houses, one with our best knowledge of what the elves prefer. It is a present for Sparrow, it will have four bedrooms one for him and each of his companions. The house will have a library with a large glass window that can open with a wave of their hand to allow air and light in the room. All the bedrooms will have glass windows as well. We will create cabinets like ours, something that had impressed them. The library will have the duplications of some of the books we promised to share.
The second we built is for Ruth and Ben. It will be somewhat smaller although it will have three bedrooms, one master with two large bedrooms for children. A small armory, common room and office along with the kitchen will complete the house for them.
The more often we perform the enchantments to create the houses the easier it has become. Isabel and I have found magic to be a little like exercise, the more you do the stronger you become. Creating both houses took one morning to complete.
Sparrow had given us a second way of communicating although slower than a communication mirror. We could expect word back from him in a few days.
Isabel and I in recent days got the feeling of someone observing us. Sparrow’s privacy spell had come in handy many times. Occasionally those feelings did not stop after casting the spell. Sparrow had told us they stop unfriendly eyes from watching us. We may assume that Sparrow or other friendly wizards were watching judging from that.
We decided that having a friendly wizard watch was not a bad thing. We would gladly share our knowledge with friends. We have converted a few of the spells from grandfather’s tomes to scrolls. Most wizards can easily transcribe from scrolls into a book for later use. We would only asked for the minimum cost, exchange spells or freely give those scrolls to friendly wizards.
The feelings we are getting that morning, someone is watching. After casting the privacy spell, the feelings did not diminish. I take a chance and ask the air, “Sparrow is that you watching, could you come for a visit?”
In just seconds a wall of mist appears, and out steps a chuckling Sparrow. “How did you even realize I was watching?”
I say, “We felt someone watching. Since the privacy spell did not end that feeling. It must be a friendly wizard watching. Of those who would watch us, most are nearby in the city. I could feel it was from a great distance.”
Sparrow points to the sky and questions, “Can you see that eagle way up there?”
I see a small dot where he points, but from that great distance, I cannot tell if it was an eagle or hawk. Chuckling I say, “Barely, but not clear enough to truly say what it is.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “You cannot even see clearly what was actually watching you. I was using the eagle’s eyes for a time.”
I question, “Is it possible we felt your magic, and not the eagle’s stare?”
Sparrow raises an eyebrow and says thoughtfully, “It may be possible, but you would be the first.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Sparrow do not forget my husband and I share a strong bond. A woman can always tell when someone stares at her.” Sparrow blushes deeply which causes us to laugh, but Isabel gives him a hug. He finally joins in with our laughter.
After a few moments, Isabel says, “If we knew it was you were watching we would have asked for your opinion on our gift for you. Although we cannot place it in the trees for you, we hope we got the architecture right.”
Sparrow almost has a tear in his eye as he looks upon the house we had just created. He says, “This is a great gift. I believe I will enjoy it even if it does not rest high in a tree.”
Smiling I hand him four acorns. I say, “When you find the right place for the house to be for a very long time plant these at the edge of the corners of the house. Then simply say I am home.”
He looks at me questioning and I explain, “The acorns will grow into ninety foot oak trees and carry the house up into their branches. You may remove the house, but the trees will never return to acorns. You may place the house again on the trees, but the trees are living thing and may grow branches where the house had set. You will probably have to prune those and heal the branches before resetting the house.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “My friends this cannot come at a better time. A lightning strike destroyed one of the trees that supported my home. I managed to escape along with my friends just before the tree collapsed taking my house with it. It was just yesterday, and I am living at my daughter’s home for the present.”
Smiling I say, “Then shall we take a tour of your new home, before we complete the enchantments. If something is not to your liking, we may change it now.”
Sparrow grimaces before he says, “There is one thing, elves never use square windows. Could you please change that one thing?”
Isabel smiles and says, “Certainly, but let us look inside before we begin to make changes.”
Opening the door sparrow immediately notices the house is larger on the inside, not tremendously so just nearly double the size of the outside. Sparrow raises an eyebrow and a wide smile crosses his lips. “I will have the largest home in my city. Even the King’s home is not quite as large. I better make sure my brother does not see it before I move in.”
He sees our confusion and explains, “You did not know that my half-brother is the King of the elves? If he sees, it before I occupy the house, he may take it for his own. Not something he would do once I have moved my belongings into the house.”
I say, “Come up to the library we have a few things there for you already.”
Justin and Selena are placing the books that we copied for Sparrow on the shelves. He may share them with his people as he wishes. Sparrow shakes Justin’s hand and greets him warmly, “I see I not only have Julius and Isabel to think for my new home but you two as well.”
Selena giggles and says, “It was a pleasure working on this house. Perhaps soon Justin and Isabel can help us create a new home of our own. I just love your closets.”
Isabel and I nod yes nearly instantly and smile warmly at our two friends. Isabel says, “I am sure we can find the time one of these days.”
Sparrow is looking through a few of the books remaining on a large desk, he smiling as he reads the spell. He looks up at me and says, “This is a very old spell, elves have used this long ago, but it has been lost to us for nearly a thousand years.”
I smile and say, “That is a copy of the tome that belonged to one of my distant ancestors the first high King’s wife. They too were a bonded pair, blessed by Aphrodite. It is through her that the kingdom come to know the goddess.”
Sparrow smiles and ask, “Do you happen to know her name?”
I say, “Isabel Cowan, her maiden name was Isabel Firemoon of Forestdale.”
Sparrow a little shocked says, “That means we are of the same blood, very distantly.”
With a smile I say, “Perhaps, that is why I am wiser than many. My ancestors share the wisdom of both elves and humans.”
With a smile Sparrow says, “This is knowledge my brother will be pleased with, he is always wondered why he felt such affection to your family.”
I ask, “Do you know their story?”
Sparrow shakes his head no. So I ask, “Would you like to hear the story, it is one I first heard when father told it to little Patrick. It is really quite interesting story how the two married.” Sparrow nods his head yes.
Drawing the story fully into my mind, I begin the telling. “After bringing peace to the lands of Cowan, the nameless man took the name of the land for his. He became Cowan the wise and the first high King. The duchies on the East coast of Cowan, just across the narrow sea from your homeland had been at war with the elves for as long as people could remember. Cowan the wise send emissaries to negotiate a peace. After two years of negotiation, a treaty was ready and to seal the peace, a royal marriage arranged between Cowan and Isabel. Isabel Firemoon was the first daughter and oldest child born to King Firemoon of the elves.
Cowan the wise yet a young man had not taken a wife. Isabel had not taken a husband because the goddess promised that one day she would have a blessed bonding. The two had never met. Arrangements made for High King Cowan travel to the elves lands of Forestdale. The two were not to meet until the wedding day.
Isabel fearing her upcoming nuptials fled from her home. She was nearly half a day away from her home when a Drake attacked her near the coast road. King Cowan had made landfall and was traveling on that same road heading towards the city of Forestdale. Hearing Isabel’s scream King Cowan charged into battle against the Drake. As you know, Drakes can be very tough to kill with magic or sword.
Both strike at the beast with little effect. Finally, King Cowan plunged his sword into the beast’s eye, not nearly deep enough to be fatal by itself to the Drake. The Drake struck out blindly knocking him from his feet. With the sword still in the eye socket of the Drake Isabel cast a lightning spell striking the sword and running directly into the brain of the Drake. The flash of the lightning had blinded King Cowan. Nevertheless, together the two have killed the Drake, both having saved the others life in their efforts.
Once retaking his feet King Cowan met Isabel for the first time. Both not knowing whom the other truly was, the sounds of their battle had brought the Royal guard. They were only alone for a very short time. Isabel moved to her rescuer King Cowan blindly pulled Isabel into a hug. They shared a kiss. It had an effect that neither could deny to their heart. Now the King Cowan could see once more, he wondered at the beauty in his arms. Both had fallen in love in the gaze and embrace of the other. When the Royal guard arrived moments later, they separated the two.
The Royal guard forced Isabel to return to her home. The further away she got from King Cowan the more upset she become, by the time she reached her home she was in tears and could barely stand.
The Royal guard nearly killed King Cowan for trespassing on their lands, until he produced a letter from his future father-in-law.
King Cowan had insisted that they skin the Drake and give the hide to the maiden who helped him kill the beast. By the time they had finished he was so weak he could barely stand. His strength seem to return the closer they got to Isabel. He described it as his heart pulling him to its desire. He soon began to run forcing the guard to keep up. He never did quite catch the maiden before she had managed to disappear into the city.
With the events of the previous day, both were heartsick. The guards delivered the tanned Drake hide to Isabel. That only served to remind her of the brave man who charged to her rescue. The only person she desired held within his arms, whose lips she desired more than food.
She had decided that she would prefer death than marriage to a man she did not know or love, her heart belong to a brave man who come to her rescue. She written a note for her father telling of her planned suicide. That he should not blame the human King, it was not his fault but she cannot marry anyone except for whom the goddess promised. She was going to wait until he slept and fall upon his sword.
The Elf King had a suit of armor made for King Cowan, with the visor down to hide his sadness he entered the Temple of Aphrodite. He knew he did not love any other than the maiden he rescued, although he would fulfill his duty to the kingdom.
They both bathed and redressed, King Cowan in the full armor, Isabel in a long dress with a veil that covered her sad face. The two inter the chapel unknowing they approach their own love. At the conclusion of the ceremony, the priestess ordered them to remove the helmet and lift the veil so that they may kiss to seal their union.
Upon seeing the face of the other, they recognized their love, the one they had stood with against the Drake. Their hearts were overjoyed and they kissed happily. The glow startling the two as love filled their hearts.”
I conclude their story by saying, “From that day on the priestess of Aphrodite have asked for couples to give words of love for each other. However, only the priestess know what King Cowan and Isabel said to the other.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Not exactly. The elves tell the same story to our children. Although they leave out the fact, that King Cowan was a human. They were the last blessed by Aphrodite. Legend has it a couple not knowing of the story will use the same words as Isabel and Cowan on their wedding day.”
Isabel and I have chills running up our spines. Justin asks, “Do you know the words that they said?”
Smiling Sparrow says, “I have been sworn to secrecy, although since all here are married I see no harm in sharing, if you also swear not to share the words.”
Before he can say anything, I say. “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I was a blind man walking through this world until you open my eyes.”
Sparrow was stunned as Isabel continues, “Your words bring joy to my heart. My life began when you held me in your arms for the first time.”
I finish, “You are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. You are the light that I see by, the love that I feel knows no bounds, and surely, it makes us stronger. You are my soul mate. I think the goddess for making us as one.”
Sparrow sits heavily in a desk chair looking as if he just saw us transformed. Justin asks, “Where those the words used by Cowan and Isabel?” Sparrow nods his head as his handshake. Justin continues, “They were the exact words that Julius and Isabel said at their wedding, just before the goddess pronounce them married and the example of what love should be.”
In a shaky voice, Sparrow ask a question, “Isabel do you know your line, at any time are you related to your namesake?”
Isabel is unsure but I smile and say, “High King Cowan and Isabel’s youngest child was named Morgan and the founder of his clan. You never knew you were royalty all along my Love. It came up one day when there was a challenge to your father becoming a duke. Father had genealogist trace his line all the way back to King Cowan and Isabel.”
That information does nothing to steady Sparrow’s nerves. Drawing a ragged breath in he asks, “Have you ever seen the goddess other than that?”
Justin nodding his head yes, as Isabel and I count using our connection to remind each other. I finally say, “Three other times, the night of judgment in the morning, she caressed our faces. The day after our wedding where she explained how she had hidden me away. Then after sending, Isabel and I back in time for a month to destroy the Raiders this year.”
Sparrow again asks a question of us, “Has ever a priestess of Aphrodite referred to you as the chosen of the goddess?”
Justin answers, “I have heard them referred to Julius and Isabel as that.”
Sparrow says, “That would explain many things, Justin and Isabel not only share power with each other. You two also receive power from the goddess, when your purpose matches hers. That in no way diminishes your accomplishments, if anything it only magnifies them. I am sure you creating this house is not something the goddess would grant her power for.”
Isabel and I nod our head yes. Justin asks, “Perhaps that is why enchanting the Keep seems so easy.” Again Isabel and I nod our heads yes.
Sparrow finally says, “I never thought I would actually meet the chosen of the goddess, our people have nearly given up hope that you would return. I must tell my brother.”
Setting on the desk is the goddess and she smiles at Sparrow before she says, “I have allowed you to learn this Sparrow, but is not time for you to share the good news. When you will have need of them, I will ensure they are with you. They are yet busy working on a task for me.” As always, the goddess disappears as quickly as she came.
Isabel and I look at each other before turning to a pale faced Sparrow and blurting out, “Four.”
That seems to break Sparrow’s confusion, instantly he begins to laugh. We still feel the love and joy left behind by the goddess like perfume hanging in the air. Justin and Selena, Isabel and I join in for a moment before giving a kiss to our spouses. Sparrow gasps at seeing the four of us glowing.
After Justin and Selena, break their kiss. Justin asks, “Did you know that would happen? That when two people fall in love in the presence of Julius and Isabel, that they too would share in the blessing of the goddess.”
Jokingly I say, “We have been accused of being contagious. We do seem to spread the love bug. First Ben and Ruth, than these two, and only the goddess knows how many more.”
Sparrow now finished with his laugh says, “I will grant you anything in your quest for the goddess. I will give you what help I can in the task you have at hand. It will be my honor to help the chosen of the goddess, even if I cannot share that news.”
We share with Sparrow our next project, the floor plans for the keep only then that I noticed they have changed now they have six floors. The first level still is storage the second floor now dedicated to the goddess, and creates a temple, complete with chapel and ritual bathing pools. The third floor is housing for the priestesses. The fourth floor is now the common areas, kitchen and so forth what used to be on the second floor. The fourth in a fifth are as the third and fourth. The sixth floor nine large suites marked each of three languages one set of rooms for each King and Queen, Prince and Princess, and high priestess Chambers. A large central room and halls that connects the suites with a spiral staircase leads down.
Isabel looks at the plans and says, “I see they have expanded somewhat.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It would seem the goddess has her own ideas on our building project.”
I smile and say, “I will gladly do it for the goddess, after all look who I have in my life because of love.”
Isabel laughs and asks, “That would be little Patrick, right?”
With a laugh as I move, my hand atop Isabel’s expanding stomach. I say, “Let us not forget the twins.”
Sparrow shakes his head with a smile he says, “I can see why the goddess likes you. You two just simply shine with love.”
It takes the rest of the afternoon to finish sparrow’s house, readjusting his windows was the first of a few things. However, he was very pleased with most of the house and needed only to change a few colors in the rooms. Nothing major, other than the windows, which required us to gather more sand. Sparrow even made some of his own furniture, after we shared with him the technique of gathering and molding a raw material. It proved a simple task for him, and Isabel really loved the style of chairs he created for his dining room.
The next day the five of us begin working on the enchanted Castle. Given the amount of materials we would need we began along the coast gathering the Driftwood from every abandoned section of coastline. We spent several days and station several huge wooden balls near where we need to fly out to sea. We knew the islands have very little driftwood left for our use.
With Sparrow, Justin and Selena’s help, we will fly the wood out to Hound Island just before we begin building the enchanted Castle. It has a hip roof, so we also gather slate to cover the entire roof. We had to gather a small amount of metal for door hinges, knobs and knockers. To create glass one must use a special type of sand that is free of contaminants. Locating such a deposit takes us three days, just downstream is a natural copper deposit and we remove a fairly large amount of that. The sand has formed into a large glass ball, and the copper makes a huge stand so we set the ball on the ground it does not roll. Justin laughs at seeing the large crystal ball, with its copper stand. He compliments us on making the world’s largest crystal ball.
Isabel giggles and says, “I wonder if it is any good at spying on people. Perhaps we can try that before we reform the ball into glass windows.”
Selena giggles and says, “From the size of it, we probably could look down on an entire kingdom, and then look down and see what a wizard is reading over breakfast.”
Sparrow says, “I would not believe it possible to make a crystal that large. How did you keep it from breaking as it cooled?”
Isabel blinks before she says, “Magic to heat it transforming the sand to glass. Then magic to cool it evenly so it would not shatter.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “Lady Isabel you see this world differently than most. Others see the world changed by magic, but I believe you see the world and magic as one.”
Somewhat startled I say, “I thought all wizards knew the world was made up of magic and matter, it is the string that holds matter together. Our magic merely pulls on the strings bending them and matter to our will.”
Justin, Selena and Sparrow seemed shocked by this revelation, like a great truth that has not been revealed to them as of yet. Sparrow when he recovers says, “No wonder you can do so many things so easily. You could not see the eagle, but you see the smallest strings that bind matter together. The rest of us are as blind seamstresses only knowing how to stitch by what we have been taught.”
Justin smiles before he adds, “Perhaps, that is why nearly everything you make is permanent and of great power. Julius and Isabel stitch the matter and the magic back together perfectly.”
I say, “All things age and decay. Even the magic that holds the world together eventually will cease to exist. The universe will eventually fall back upon itself returning to what it once was at the beginning of time. Then only the gods will be there to create again. They will again use their power and create everything you see and so much more.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “Another thing that I suspected must be true. Such knowledge comes from the gods that is proof of your connection to the goddess.”
Sparrow finds the spell for the acorn smiling he asks, “Is this the spell used to enchant the acorns?”
I nod my head yes. Sparrow says, “Only one of elfish blood could use this enchantment. I know it will work have sensed the magic in the acorns. You inherit more from your ancestor Isabel than you knew.”
I smile and say, “Only unto recently Sparrow, I did not know my name, or my inheritance.”
Sparrow looks confused, and Justin nods his head yes. Isabel smiles and says, “I did not know I was related to the high King until just a few days ago. When Julius and I first fell in love, he cast a light spell calling it my Halo and it glowed for nearly a day. It was four years later, when Julius save me from a werewolf he killed it with the lightning bolt, which was the night we discovered we were bonded.”
I smile give Isabel a kiss on the cheek. I add, “At the time I knew I was the luckiest person alive to be betrothed and bonded to Isabel. I can barely believe how much my life changed that week. Isabel and I was wed although I was a nameless man, until my birthright discovered by father.”
This new information has Sparrow standing with his jaw slack. He pleads, “Julius please tell me the full story of your life. The fact that you were a nameless man is of great importance.”
I begin the long telling as Sparrow listens intently. I tell him every detail that I know. I tell sparrow about how my mother died, how the goddess had hidden me. I tell how I lost the only parents I had known at four years old that I knew at the time and became a slave losing my name. How Justin freed me, and how that led to the freeing of all slaves in Cowan. Isabel and I tell him of our first meeting, and how her younger siblings would tease her. Justin adds how upset her father was about the Halo, and that was why he kept her away believing that I was irresponsible with my magic. Isabel tells of the wicked Duke who ordered the marriage to his son, and how she ran away. We retail in detail the night of our meeting, how had led to our bonding being discovered. We tell the story all the way up through where father discovered my birthmark. At sparrow’s insistence, we continue on right up to the point where we met him for the first time.
Sparrow looks shaken, after taking a deep breath he says, “There is a prophecy about the return of the chosen. It is uncanny how closely your life story is to the prophecy. Obviously, the priestess know this.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I knew he was something special when I first saw him. Although just a boy and very frightened he held back his tears as the auctioneer call for bids.”
I say, “That had not been a pleasant day, I had just arrived in Camarillo and the ship had been low on provisions for the last two weeks. That meant the slaves did not have anything to eat for quite a long time.”
I remember how the aroma of the food from the inns had made my stomach grumble. An old woman had slipped me a crust of bread and I eaten it very quickly. I must had stopped because I was yanked off my feet, as the rope pulled tight. I have been the last in line. I nearly received the whip for having slowed the progress of us slaves. The old woman saved me from the whip that once telling the slave master. You will get a poor price for him if he is all bloody.
I look back to my friends and say, “For me those days are no more, but I fear others live through it. I would break the chains, cut the ropes, and free those now held as slaves. It is easy for those who hold slaves to think themselves superior. The truth is that slavery is an evil this world needs cleansed of forever.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “The elves have seen this also. Back in the early days of humanity the elves thought humans were little more than brute beast and kept them as slaves. The goddess condemned our practice of slavery. When those humans release many of them surprised us they have learned far more from us than we had realized. They sailed across the narrow sea and begin setting up homes in the lands you now call Cowan. They were no longer the savages we had believed them to be.”
Sparrow continues, “It was our own fault, the humans of those days long past had feared us. When we send emissaries, they were mistaken for Raiders. The humans fearing for their freedom fought the elves that landed on their shore. That led to a general mistrust between our two races. It was our mistake to start with, and we then left with no way of apologizing or making amends.
Therefore, for over two thousand years we remained isolated, not trusting the other. The goddess finally had to bring a blessed bonding between high King Cowan and Isabel to end that mistrust. Although it was not fully successful, many elves still mistrust humans.”
Selena asks, “This sounds like it was a very long time ago, hundreds of human generations have come and gone in that time. I know the elves have much longer lives, but surely none still live from that time. Is it not time for both humans and elves to get over that mistake?”
I pondered, “Perhaps that is what the goddess is trying to get us to do. We are both her children after all.”
Sparrow smiles brightly and says, “With luck your destiny is far broader than what prophecy has foretold.”
Sparrow wishes to retrieve his items from his daughter’s home where they are being stored. We loan him the use of a crate and carpet. He creates a gate and actually flies the carpet through with a crate upon it. He said it would take about a day to finish loading his belongings, and he would bring back his companions upon his return.
We use the time to move the gathered supplies, not wishing to use the same spot that surely watched from time to time. We scout Hound Island finding a large plateau atop a hill that separates the two valleys a wide meadow nestled there with a beautiful view of both valleys. The forest runs right to the edge of the meadow with many hardwood trees of extreme age. There is an area where a large flat stone protrudes from the grass of the surrounding meadow. Justin and I pace the area off finding it more than large enough to place the castle upon it and would be an excellent place for its construction.
Isabel and I cast the privacy spell over several places. Sparrow has taught us how to extend the spell so it will last for as long as we wish. Will give it two months, even if they find the spot they will not know we have already gone having finished our work and departed unseen.
The first trip is to bring all our companions who will join us on Hound Island. Early the next day we leave from New Cowan with our companions. All the houses we have stocked with provisions, and a set of communication mirrors. Father is correct we should not be out of touch for that long of a time.
Michael’s girls are enjoying flying our carpet, we have them stop by the supplies and Isabel and I, and Justin and Selena bring the four stone balls we gathered already.
As the four stone balls lift off the ground Bill asks, “Just how big is this thing going to be?”
Not willing to break my concentration I wait to tell him until the ball is stable. I say, “Far larger than I thought when Isabel and I first imagined the idea.”
Ben asks, “Just how large is that?”
Realizing my two friends will not be satisfied with a poor answer I say, “A temple of Aphrodite on the second floor, the third floor is housing for the priestesses, the fourth kitchen and dining room, pantry, Armory and exercise room, fourth and fifth floors housing, sixth floor high priestess’ and Royal bedrooms.”
Both of them look at each other then back to the four large stones that float behind us. Ben chuckles and says, “I bet you are going to need more stone.”
With a groan I say, “This is just enough for the foundation in the first floor. We will gather more stone from the stone yards on Fox Island. I just hope we have enough wood for the framework.”
Both are shocked and I continue, “The plans expanded twice, Isabel and I only wished enough room for us to travel in comfort on the carpet. Father and Jeremiah has other ideas and the plans more than doubled because of that. The goddess wished a temple of Aphrodite added, and I will not deny her. I owe her far too much.”
Michael and Juliet joined Ben and Bill as they look at the large stones Isabel and I bring along with us. Michael wonders, “The stones are nearly fifty feet across, surely that should be more than enough to build a palace.”
Getting a mental image from Isabel I say, “The palace of Aphrodite will be larger than even the palace of New Cowan, without its courtyard. Although the main building has several wings, this palace will be large square building that contains as much room as father’s castle.”
The remainder of the flight passes quickly. I warn Sophia to slow before we come to a stop the weight of the stone would be hard to control otherwise. Her sister Sonia is doing the same, Isabel and I along with Justin and Selena each control the huge stone balls and we slowly come to a landing. Finally coming to a stop near the area where we will begin construction of the Castle.
Justin and Selena show the strain of the trip, whereas Isabel and I barely feel the effort. We had been levitating the materials for over three hours. I realize something else, Isabel and I continue to become more powerful at a faster rate than many wizards have ever done. I wonder if that is a gift from the goddess as well.
Justin seeing his pupil is less drained than he is remarks, “Has the pupil now surpassed his master? I do believe so.”
With a smile, I accept his complement and say, “If I have, it is only because you have prepared me to do so. I owe you so much, my master and my friend, Uncle Justin.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I am no longer your master obviously, but I will gladly be your friend my nephew.”
Isabel gives her uncle a hug, the girls giggle as their father and mother hug them. I turned to my two apprentices and say, “Sonia and Sophia you did outstandingly at your first time controlling the carpet.” The two girls and their parents smile brightly at hearing me complement them.
We set about setting up our encampment. We expand the now four houses, and the barn. Little Patrick laughs at watching the houses expand. To him is a great experience watching what looks like a toy to him become the house we will live in for a number of weeks.
Ben and Ruth are surprised when we expand the house for them. Ruth gives Isabel a hug and we explained we purchased the old farm for them. We have a carpet so it will not take them a great deal of time to come back to the city, As long as they do not mind us visiting often. Isabel finally says, “Julius and I just need a place where we can get away from court for a while.”
Ben and Ruth nod their head yes, as they understand. Ben finally says, “As long as you are not trying to get rid of us.”
I shake my head no and Isabel looks a little hurt as she says, “Ruth, you are my friend, I would do nothing to lose that.”
Ruth giggles and says, “Yes Princess.”
Isabel begins to chase Ruth the two giggling like sisters. When Isabel finally catches Ruth she says, “Be careful my friend or I will make you a Duchess.”
Ruth has a surprise look before she says, “Isabel you would not dare, if I am a Duchess who we keep you and Julius in line.”
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Isabel says, “Do not worry, I would not send you away so you could still bend my ear whenever you need to.”
Ben throws his hands up in mock surrender as he looks at me. I say, “I will make you both Knights one-day, if my father does not before I can.”
After everything calms back down, we send Sparrow a quick message letting him know where we are. We settle in for the night. Our companions join us for a dinner meal in our house. Bill, Samuel and Martin will be staying in the rooms that they occupied before.
The next day we begin moving the wood from what we have already gathered. Because of the distance, we can only make two trips and we retrieve less than half of the wood. We spend one more day and have moved most of the wood, and decide to begin the process of making the Castle the following day. Justin and Selena will bring the rest of the wood as Isabel and I begin the construction.
We gather a little the dead or dying trees from the edge of the forest, training our apprentices. They will begin making furniture for the Castle. That will give them some practical experience with transmuting matter, shaping it by and to their will. We replaced the trees with saplings and they magically grow into younger healthier trees. We are careful not to disturb too much of the forest in one location.
Since we did not bring any horses this time the barn is simply for storage. We cleaned out the barn thoroughly, and new hay covers the floor. Between the hayloft, and the main floor the girls will have plenty of space to store chairs and tables. We do not expect them to create all the furniture, but a palace this large will have hundreds of rooms many requiring lavish furniture.
The goddess’ version of the plans not only covered the dimensions of the rooms, but also cover the type of furniture selected for each room. Even the staff for the palace has large comfortable rooms, with nice furniture. As we discovered the plans had expanded quite a bit.
We had expected Sparrow to return sometime today when he has not we began to worry that he cannot even find us, or something more is wrong.
We decide to try the communication mirrors. Sparrow had given us his command that would allow us to talk to his mirror. We speak the command the mirror clouds, and then we are looking in on an elfin home. Sparrow notices the mirror as he raises from his packing. With a chuckle of relief I say, “I see you only found that the task was greater than you estimated.”
Sparrow with a smile replies, “Yes it is. Of course, I was not able to start when I wished. My daughter is in the Rangers. She left this morning to scout the edge of the orc’s land. It is something we do often, they may give us enough warning. The orcs move with the spring, but they always move south in their lands just before winter when they do.”
Isabel says, “We only worried when you had not returned when you promised. However, I see there is no need to worry and you will be here when you can.”
I add, “We really only called to see if you had need of us. As you promised to come to our aid, we would also when you have need.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “If only I taught you the spell of teleportation, I could use some help packing.” He chuckles before turning back to his task.
Isabel nods and I begin the spell of teleportation, our companions, Isabel and I pass through a wall of mist to arrive in the home of Sparrow’s daughter. Sparrow’s head pops up with a momentary look of astonishment before he chuckles. Sparrow says, “Welcome friends, I should not be surprised that you would know that spell by now.”
I explain, “I found it in the tome left to me by my ancestor Isabel.”
Sparrow has a look of wonder for a moment and ask, “Was it in the same tome as the enchanted acorn?”
I nod my head yes before saying, “Much later in the tome. It was one of the last spells she added.”
Sparrow explains, “Very few wizards could ever cast that spell they must have the power of a grandmaster mage, which obviously you do between you and Isabel.”
Isabel says, “You did ask for us to help you pack, where you need us to begin?”
Sparrow points to a heavy looking chest, Samuel and Martin moved to the ends lifting it easily walking over to the crate.
The two men chuckle as I levitate them, and they descend into the crate. Landing on the bottom, they begin to organize boxes. Sparrow looking down into the crate says, “So that is how you do that.”
Bill says, “You always can tie a rope to whatever you need to lower, if a wizard is not available.”
Sparrow chuckles looking around he says, “We have five.”
Bill chuckles and says, “That is good because we forgot the rope.”
Sparrow points to a large stack of boxes he is yet to place into the crate. He asks, “Julius if you would be so kind to lower those. They are ready to go. They just need to be placed within the crate.”
I give a nod of my head and begin the process of levitating the boxes and passing them to Samuel and Martin at the bottom of the crate. Isabel looks at stack of dishes in the sink and before anyone else can stop her she moves and begins to clean the dishes and kitchen area. Selena joins her giving her a nod with a smile. Little Patrick is wide-eyed from his vantage point in Juliet’s arms. Everything here is new and interesting to him. It does not take long as sparrow directs the process, with the additional help we give him.
Although his packing is complete, we take our time enjoying our new surroundings. From the balcony Sparrow points out points of interest, the elves have mage lights on the exterior of their buildings. Even though it is fully dark the city of Forestdale glows with a light equal to false dawn. Sparrow is proud of the city that is his home. He suggests that we go to an inn for our evening meal one he knows well. The sound of Samuel and Martin stomach growling has us nodding our heads in agreement as we try not to chuckle.
Sparrow leads the way over walkways. Some you cannot see the ground for the canopy below them, where you do see the ground is at least fifty feet below us. Some houses and walkways are even higher, and we pass the occasional elf who only stares at the odd sight of humans in Forestdale.
We arrive at the Fallen Oak Inn. At least six trees support it. Most of the houses are of moderate size, but the inn is at least three times the size of most of the houses around the city. From the sound coming from the inn, at least a large portion the city must be within. The sound of voices fills the air, along with the most delicious aroma.
The whole room quiets as we enter. Sparrow immediately waves down one of the serving girl and asks for a large table. The silence only lasts for a moment or two, as everyone seemed to a found new topic to speak about tonight.
The girl calls back, leads us to a large table near the back. My companions seem too tense, even Samuel and Martin seem to have lost their appetite. Over the last two years, one of the things I was required to learn was the elvish language. I do catch a few derogatory comments, but most are just simply curious on our presence here.
Arriving at our table, I ordered soft-spiced Apple cider. Alcohol is not good for Isabel, Ruth or little Patrick. Most of my companions would not drink hard cider under the circumstance. Sparrow smiles and orders a wine, he suggest the roast venison, and everyone nods. The server takes our orders and heads to the kitchens.
I take my seat now with my son in my lap. This is a new experience for him, and he squirms excitedly as he turns from one interest to another. It is about all I can do to keep the boy seated. He would love nothing other than to walk over and look at anything and everything about the room in closer detail.
Fortunately, the food comes quickly, and I share from my plate with my son. Testing the food ensuring it is not too hot. I wave my hand over the plate cooling it slightly. Little Patrick is definitely hungry, and a little impatient being a toddler. The server smiles at how gently I treat my son.
Giving little Patrick a piece of meat, he grins up at me. This is not the first time he has eaten while in my lap, although given the chance he prefers his grandfather’s lap. I managed to get a few bites between feeding him. The food is very good. I finished the plate once Little Patrick has eaten his fill and like most toddlers fallen asleep.
Even Sparrow is impressed. He says, “You show great patience with your son. I can remember when my daughter was his age. I do not believe I would have dared to have brought her out for dinner.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Now you know why he is in his father’s lap. He would not a set so still for me.”
Caressing my sons back I say, “He knows you are a softy my Love.” Isabel sticks her tongue out at me playfully, that brings chuckles from our table and many nearby. Isabel quickly pulls back in her tongue realizing she was being watched.
Sparrow says, “Your joy is contagious Isabel, fear not I believe none here will judge you harshly.”
The room go silent once again. As a tall overdressed elf accompanied by six armored knights enter the Inn. Sparrow glances over his shoulder, he shakes his head as he rises. He says, “My brother just had to come himself, he could not send his steward to ask his questions.”
I hand little Patrick to Isabel and rise along with Sparrow, as his brother approaches I ask, “By chance did you happen to speak to your brother about our relationship.”
Sparrow half turns and says, “I did not as of yet. I did not know how to bring that subject up without all the truth coming forth.”
As his brother arrives, Sparrow is bowing deeply and I follow suit. The elf king barely gives more than a nod to his brother. With what sounds like disdain in his voice he asks, “Sparrow who have you brought into my kingdom?”
Looking into his brothers face now he says, “Friends, who have come to help me more than you have. You cannot be bothered to even send me one of your servants, and they come from more than three thousand miles to help me in my packing.”
The look from his brother tells us that answer was not sufficient. Sparrow draws in a deep breath and says, “May I introduce Grandmaster Wizard Prince Julius Cowan, high Prince to Cowan and my friend.”
The King and many around who have turned to look all display shocked expressions. Not from the fact that I am the high Prince of Cowan, but the title of Grandmaster Wizard. Perhaps even I have a shocked expression not expecting named as such. The King seems to recover quickly he asks, “Your father finally found you? Patrick had come to our kingdom asking help from our wizards in locating you. Even our most powerful ones could not.”
I smile and say, “Being hidden by the goddess Aphrodite would make that difficult. It is a long story your Majesty perhaps at a later time, we can share the story in full.”
The look on his face displays that is something he is not accustomed to have happen. I doubt anyone in his long lifetime has denied him anything. I know I cannot tell him my full story without divulging Isabel and I are the chosen of the goddess. I am uncertain if it is time for that, even more uncertain of this location.
It is said, that the gods work in mysterious ways, I am sure I lack the knowledge to comprehend how they work. In a clear spot next to Sparrow, a vision of horror appears. A badly burned and smoking body standing over another missing its forearm also suffering from burns. As it collapses, the soft moan is the only thing that tells me life is still in the body.
The Knights instantly pull the king back, standing between him and the apparition that just appeared out of thin air. Sparrow’s eyes are wide as he sinks to his knees. Isabel is rushing to my side, little Patrick now in Juliet’s arms. Recognition, sadness and fear is on Sparrow’s face as he looks at an amulet around the neck of the one who had been standing.
As Isabel reaches me, we do the one thing no one would expect us to do except for Sparrow. I pull Isabel into a kiss. As always, we begin to glow with our love and the goddess’s power. The glow seems move to and concentrate on the two bodies.
At first people rush away in fear not understanding what is occurring, as they look back they see The King’s Knights with sword points against the floor and on their knees, they were the first to see and understand. As more see and recognize what is occurring the crowd sinks to their knees, even the King has gone to his knees after moving back in front of his Knights.
As the healing progresses, I hear Justin casting a sleep spell on the two, at the same time Selena is casting a spell to block pain. The two moved to the other side and pull in to a kiss, and their glow helps the healing process. Ben and Ruth move to their feet, and then pull into a kiss adding power to the glow. Even with the power of us three couples the healing is too slow, I fear they are too close to death.
The goddess now is among us, she caresses the faces of the two bodies. At her touch, they come back to life, whole and healthy. They actually cough smoke before taking a deep breath.
In a rush, enter the priestesses of Aphrodite they come forward then sink to their knees. Using their voices, the goddess speaks to us, “Behold my chosen. They both share your blood, and the blood of humans. Both are my children, it is time for you to be as one. Let not the mistakes of the past or prejudice keep you apart.”
As always, she gives her message and is gone. Although this time she did stop and whisper something in Sparrow’s ear.
Isabel and I break our kiss, as do our comrades. Now turning to the King I say, “Perhaps, we have time for that story now.”
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