Author's Note: The thing about Roscrow is that he's been my mental lover since I was... 10? He had a different name, and a slightly different attitude, but the same body, black hair, black eyes, and was always overwhelmingly dominate in everything he did. In the past, he had no problem taking what he wanted, but as of late, his personality has changed to only taking if the chick wants it. He always makes sure they want it. If they say "no," then it kills his boner. Usually. Sre was an exception which is actually explained in the book. But anyways, this here is just a little something only for your eyes. It won't be in the book, which means only you folks are going to know about this. He's the sterotypical man whore who finds his "one" and changes his ways. But this here actually has a hint in the book so when you folks get to read the whole thing, you can all smile and feel so smug that you know exactly what happened. Also, if you click on my profile, you'll find another little surprise about Sre. *winkwink* Also, Roscrow's mine! *stuffs him in her mental closet* Is it obvious I was writing this story more or less with one hand? XD
Roscrow stood in the hall, finding a dark spot that he managed to tuck his lean, long frame into. He had his shoulder resting on the cool rock, arms crossed comfortably over his powerful chest. His black eyes were lidded, like a lazy panther waiting for his prey to walk by.
It was the middle of the day outside the mountain, so most of the trainees were out practicing with mock battles on dragonback. The hall was mostly empty. A few trainees had the day off for whatever reason, sick dragons, or injuries.
The door to the communal shower room for the females opened, a stream of steam pouring out into the hall, curling in the cool air before it disappiated.
The young trainee strode out, shaking her head, her short hair sticking up in wet spikes. She'd wrapped her towel tightly around her body so she could change in her room since it was too steamy in the shower room dispite all the fans and ventilation shafts. She walked barefoot down the corridor, not worried about getting dirty since the place was scrubbed spotless every day.
She gasped when she heard a rumble to her side, glancing over to where the sound had come, her neck having to crane up to stare into the glowing eyes. She immediately noticed his rank symbol on his dragonscale jerkin. Her hazel eyes flicked back up to his black glowing ones. The hungry predatory gaze made her shiver, and she couldn't hold her eyes up, opting to stare at the wall instead.
"C-Can I help you, Commander, sir?" she asked quietly, offering a half hearted salute.
"Perhaps." His voice was a rumble. He unfurled himself with a rustle, standing straight and taking the few steps that separated them slowly, like he was stalking her.
The trainee pressed herself up against the wall, suppressing a squeal. Roscrow leaned over her, resting his elbow against the wall above her head, allowing her no escape.
A smug smile tugged his lips when she was unable to meet his gaze. Exactly what he was looking for. "Do you have anything important to do today?" His voice was like dark silk.
He could tell the trainee was trying to think of something, any thing, to say to him. His eyes lazily peered down her lean body, covered in the towel, confidently roaming back up to her face. She couldn't think of any thing, really. She'd been hoping for a quiet day to do some reading while her dragon nursed its injured paw.
A small gasp escaped her when she felt the large, warm hand of the commander reach under her towel. His long, calloused finger ran along her slit, causing her breathing to quicken, her heart pounding in her chest.
Finally, she managed to gasp a "No, sir." It was nothing more than a breath.
She shivered when she heard the rumble in his chest, like a panther purring with truimph over a kill. "Are you sure about that?"
Her jaw clenched when she felt his finger again slide along her slit. She felt a heat in her face as her cheeks flushed brightly, realizing that she was already moist. The smugly confident expression on Roscrow's face made her wetter still. She didn't even understand why. She wanted to claw at his face, scream, and run away. She already had a love interest, a private who'd just graduated his training and was out on ballista duty. But the commander's overwhelming dominating presence left her knees too weak to run, her whole body tingling, her heart pounding.
Roscrow knew very well she was enjoying his touch. He could feel the wetness of her on his finger. It was even starting to run down her thigh. It was exactly how he liked it, a submissive woman turned on by his purely male dominance. Had she held his gaze when she was walking by, he wouldn't have bothered with her.
He stood straight, drawing away from her, but his eyes stayed on her, unblinking. "I do believe you were headed to your room," he purred.
With a shudder, she slipped by him, her head slightly hunched down, feeling his powerful presence behind her. She almost felt too weak to walk, ashamed of how slick her thighs were.
She jumped when she heard the door close behind her, felt his eyes bearing down on her.
"Take it off." His voice was a low growl, not allowing any disobiedence.
With a shudder, she slowly let the towel slip to the floor. She couldn't hold back a soft moan when she felt his fingertips run lightly up her spine. She gasped when his hand tightened around the back of her neck, spinning her around and wrenching her against his body, his lips on hers with a punishing, dominating kind of passion.
He could feel his blood burning, the pressure in his groin pulsing hotly, begging to be let out of his leather pants. He could feel her body melt into him, her hips pressing against him. He used that against her, his other hand running down her softer body, tweaking a nipple, drinking her moan, and further down, his fingers running over the hard little bud hidden in the folds of skin between her legs. Her thighs were slick, her hips grinding against his hand.
She let out a squeak when he slipped his finger into her hot opening, pulling up, forcing her onto her tip toes. His other hand still held the back of her neck firmly, not allowing her any way of escaping his lips.
She gasped for air when he broke the kiss at last, pulling his dragonscale jerkin over his head. His muscles twitched at feeling her slender hands touch his hard, hairless torso, tracing his powerful muscles, running up to his chest. She'd never felt such a body, such a build. She found herself wanting to see all of him. Her hands went down to his pants, tugging the belt loose and pulling at his zipper, his pants falling down to his ankles.
His eyes narrowed when she took his throbbing member into her hand. He certainly wasn't about to let her have her way. He snatched her wrists, taking a step and falling back onto the bed. She squealed quietly when he drew her down, making her stradle his lap. He twisted her arms behind her back, holding them there lightly so as to not cause pain.
She gasped, moaning deeply when she felt him at her opening, pulling her down further, slipping deep into her slick heat. He held both her wrists in one hand, the other wrapping around the back of her neck, drawing her to his lips again. She whimpered and moaned as he used his arm around her body to set the pace.
He then leaned back against the wall, thrusting his hips up with sharp, powerful movements, making her cry out, feeling the heat he created under her bellybutton spread through her whole body.
He drove into her, stabbing deeply, moving perfectly to force all the shameful, primal sounds out of her. He smiled to see her body writhe and grind over him, his thoughts wandering to someone else he had every intention of forcing the same sounds out of when he found her.
She panted and moaned and cried out, her body moving and writhing and squirming with every intense wave of esctasy that shuddered through her being. She could hear him grunt and growl everytime her walls constricted tightly around him, causing her to become even more aroused.
Pressure built in his lower region, his hips moving faster as he felt the throbbing grow more urgent. He sat up, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he brought her down hard, feeling her shudder, letting out a deep moan. "Oh, commander...."
She could feel him pulse deep inside her, spurts of intense heat making her squirm and pant. He growled darkly, his body shuddering.
Feeling relieved, he took a moment to gain back his breath, letting her lean her head against his shoulder. She was exhausted, mumbling something as he carefully laid her back onto the bed. The only way he had known that one was hers were the clothing that had been laid out neatly at the foot of it.
He stood up, pulling his clothes on. He picked up all the clothes that had fallen on the floor and laid them neatly back on the bed. With that, he closed the door quietly behind him, striding down the hall, nodding casually to a small group of female trainees as they scurried down the hall behind him, giggling amongst each other once they'd past him. He heard one of them speak loudly right as he turned down the corridor and onto the walkway, "Wake up sleepy head!"
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Monday, June 11, 2012
Bait and Switch Ch. 01
Author's note: This story will consist of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as incest, anal, and perhaps even violence. While this first chapter doesn't contain any of these, you are here forewarned not to get into this series if these subjects bother/offend you. All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide kiddy-porn. If all this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my new series, Bait and Switch.
Also, please note that this chapter is long on story, and shorter on sex, but that is only because it is a first chapter. Subsequent chapters will be more balanced.
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Blue lights... A whirring sound... Something pokes my arm... Head is throbbing... I can't feel my arm... Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked, I sit up in bed, terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's still there, though numb from having slept on it wrong.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how cold the sweat feels as my head hits it. Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little more sleep, before I have to get up, and get ready for classes.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding, and my arm is stiff and tingling.
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Buzzing fills my room, followed right after by robotic voices screaming, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Moaning like the dead, I reach for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to find the switch is already in the off spot, the noise ending just before I reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the glass of water I left on my nightstand before going to bed last night, and try to wake my sleeping mind. For some reason I feel like I have just run a marathon, rather than had a long night's sleep. I'm just glad the headache is gone, though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my roommate, Dennis, looking at me.
"Rise and shine, dork!" he calls, turning on my light. "I thought I told you to change that alarm sound. Your Doctor What is annoying in the morning."
"I'm a geek!" I told him for what felt like the hundredth time. "And it's Doctor Who, not What."
"More like Doctor Whatever."
Shaking my head at my roommate's ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles, recalling me to breakfast.
"Have you been watching the news lately?" Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He knows I can't abide watching the news. "I just thought you might be interested in what's been happening, you being such a dork and all." Deciding it's best to keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk. "Seems there was some girl in India that started flying around town, like some sort of Superman, and a guy in Japan suddenly started on fire, but didn't get burned."
"Parlor tricks," I mumble around a mouthful. For a moment I consider mentioning that there are plenty of female comic book characters that can also fly, but then remembering his level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
"I dunno... The news seemed pretty interested in it. There are videos of the flying girl on Youtube."
He continues to ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I leave for class.
Cold air buffets me as I trudge through the snow to my first college course today.
Something hits me in the back, but I ignore it, figuring it is just a snowball and used to this childish behavior by now. "What a nerd!" I hear Robbie Mortensen say a second later. I had hoped to get away from him after high school, but his father had somehow gotten him into the same expensive college I'd received a scholarship at, and so I was still being bullied by him.
"Leave him alone, Robbie," Gina says right afterwards. She's Robbie's girlfriend, and one of the hottest girls on campus.
"Okay, I'll weave the wittle ol' nerd awone for you," Robbie replied in baby talk. Why does Gina put up with such an idiot, I wonder, not for the first time.
Classes seem to drag on, and my mind seems to keep going fuzzy from lack of sleep. Finally, in my last class, I can't seem to keep my eyes open, which is slightly odd, as Prof. Frankens's class is usually one of my favorites. Not because of the subject matter, math has always been an easy subject for me, but because of her. She stands just a little shorter than me, has beautiful big brown eyes that seem magnified by her large glasses. Her long dark brown hair is usually pulled back, and softly reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room. She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample bosom. I am usually quite attentive in her class, but today, I struggle just to keep my eyes open, and on her, as she lectures us on a formula I'd mastered last night before going to bed.
If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down, and rest. For a moment, I imagine standing up and switching off the lights right by me, but they require a special key to switch.
I open my eyes as someone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Frankens's computer screen is on, and a couple other students have their cell phones out, playing instead of paying attention.
"Who turned out the lights?" the professor demanded, walking to her desk, and shuffling though a drawer. She must have found what she was looking for, as she marches down the aisle till she stands right next to me, slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.
She glares down at me, as if I had been the one to turn off the lights. "Mr. Xavier, did you happen to see who turned off the lights?" I just shook my head, not having seen anyone do it, my own eyes having been closed at the time. She looks at me suspiciously for a moment, and then walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back in the drawer.
My mind is racing now. HAD I somehow turned off the lights? I couldn't see how. But then I remembered this morning with the alarm clock, and my bedroom light. Both had been off before I hit them. And the light in class had gone off when I had thought about it. It was all likely a coincidence, but I had to try. I pictured the key moving in the switch, turning the light off... And froze, a grin splitting my face.
Prof. Frankens mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on. The class is loudly murmuring, but I ignore them as I consider what this means. Do I have super powers? Am I some kind of mutant? More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do? It has to be more than just turning off lights, because I'd done it to my alarm clock.
The lights came back on, startling me, and I remove the smile from my face a moment too late.
"Since you think this is so funny, Mr. Xavier, I want to see you in my office after class." My fellow students "ooh" like this was junior high, but I ignore them. Part of me is elated at my new discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now. Looking around class, I see a number of students glancing at me furtively, unsure themselves if I had really done the deed. None of the stares really bothers me, till I see Gina giving me a disappointed look.
The professor gets back in front of the class, and continues her lecture, watching me like a hawk. I want to experiment, but know better than to mess with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind.
Nothing happens.
I try moving it side to side, but again, it sits motionless. Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for someone with their cell phone out, I'm disappointed to see none. I don't dare pull my own out, with Prof. Frankens watching me so closely, and it seems the rest of the class feels the same way. The professor's computer screen is faced away from me, so I can't really judge with it.
The bell rings, and I stand up to go, forgetting about Prof. Frankens's office, till she calls me back to it.
Her office is small, but neatly organized, and I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets, and starts rifling through it, till she finds what she is after, and pulls out a manila folder.
"Nicholas Xavier," she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she's not very happy with me, "4.0 average student, going to this university on a scholarship." Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike me to my core. "I have to confess, if you didn't do so well in my class, I likely wouldn't even know who you were. You don't seem the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell me what that was about out there?"
"Professor Frankens, I know I was smiling, but I thought it was kind of funny, just like the rest of the class. I don't have a key to the switch, so I don't know how it got turned off." But I did know, because I had done it. Done it somehow with my mind.
She started talking again, but my mind is absorbed on what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens. Thinking hard, I try to figure out what is different. Every time it has worked, I was thinking about switching something off, not just it being off suddenly. Looking to the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down.
Wondering if I can only turn things off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind, as it starts to power back up.
"Are you listening to me?" My professor's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she'd just said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. What if I could switch off her anger?
I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movement. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, I suspect, but enough to blunt it.
Wondering if I had actually moved the emotional switch, or was simply able to sense it, I decide to try something else. Perhaps it's too much to hope to be able to change a mood so much, so quickly. While she is distracted with her laptop, I re-imagine the switch, but this time, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move the switch. It budges slightly more, but still not enough.
I look at my professor, at the way her suit hugs her nice curves, and another thought strikes me. Maybe I can't change an emotion quickly, but can I affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to me, her anger only slightly blunted, due to my efforts, and flip another switch in her, almost sighing when I feel it move easily.
Prof. Frankens's eyes seem to grow larger, as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise she shows no reaction. She just continues to stare at me, and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I felt the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer.
"I promise you, I didn't see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned off." I said, trying to think. It wasn't completely a lie, as I still didn't understand how this new power of mine worked.
She continues to stare at me, but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to move the switch to, and instead create a switch to horny, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can immediately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but still not moving fast.
Suddenly I realize that the switch making her pussy wet has turned back off on its own. Can I only use one switch at a time? I wonder, as I turn that one back on, and sense the 'horny' switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a time, I figure, but how many?
I easily flip another switch in her, making her nipples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again. "You're a bright student, and I don't want to see you get into any trouble." I can feel her horny switch moving faster now, but I have to keep constant attention on the other two, or they turn themselves back off. "I will ignore what happened today, but I don't want it to happen again." She is fidgeting where she's standing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The sudden question distracts me, and I lose my concentration, letting all three switches go. "Me? I..."
"Never mind, I shouldn't have asked" she says to me, giving herself a small shake, and sitting on the edge of her desk.
I immediately recreate all three switches, but the moment is gone. "You may leave now, Mr. Xavier. Have a good night."
Cursing inwardly, I walk out of her office. I had almost had her, I think to myself.
Outside the classroom, I see Gina and Robbie talking across the hallway. Deciding to have my revenge on Robbie for all those years of bullying, I start to switch Gina's anger on, throwing all my frustration behind the effort, and feel it moving slowly as they talk. Pretty soon I see Robbie start to get defensive, as Gina's anger rises. After only a couple minutes, Gina starts yelling, "I'm so sick of the way you act like you're some big tough guy around your friends, but then act all sweet and nice when we're alone!"
Robbie looks around, and sees me watching them. Apparently he decides to take his frustrations out on me, as he stomps over to where I stand.
"You got a problem, nerd?" He demands, and this time I let my smile split my face as I flip a switch in him, and feel it move with ease.
"No, but by your smell," I look down at his crotch, and see a satisfying wet spot growing, "it looks like you really needed to go to the bathroom."
"I--What the!" Turning beet red, Robbie turns away from me, trying to cover the evidence of his loose bladder, and sees Gina staring at him in wonder. "I'll get you for this, nerd!" He screams as he starts running down the hallway, leaving a small puddle behind.
"I'm a geek, dammit!" I yell after him, laughing.
"I can't believe that just happened," A voice says right behind me, and I turn to see Gina's hazel eyes looking into mine. "I've heard you say that before, that you're a geek," she said, and I could feel my mouth go dry. Even a few feet away, her proximity to me is having quite the effect. "What is the difference between a nerd and a geek?"
It takes me a couple of tries to get moisture back into my mouth before I can answer her. "Geeks and nerds are both knowledgeable and fanatical about their interests, but geeks have social skills that nerds and dorks don't."
Gina laughed, and it sounded like music to me. "So what is the difference between dorks and nerds?"
"Dorks aren't as smart as geeks or nerds," I say, a little easier this time.
Gina places her hand on my shoulder, and it feels like lightning erupts from her touch. "Look, I'm sorry about the way he always treats you, he really isn't that bad of a guy, once you get to know him."
I can't help but think of all the years he has bullied me, and just can't see things from her point of view. "I don't think I will need to worry about him much longer," I say, instead of what I am thinking.
"So, if geeks are so smart, I'll bet you can help me out with Prof. Frankens's math class, right?" Gina smiles at me, but I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I had hoped that she was better than this, but it is the same old game: an attractive woman, appealing to my insecurities, to get me to do their work, promising closeness, but never delivering. It was a game I'd fallen for many times in the past.
The only difference was that in the past, I didn't have my newfound abilities. This time, the game would be different, I decide.
"Sure," I pipe, trying to put on a gullible looking smile. "Why don't you come to my apartment tonight, and we can go over it?"
"Tonight?" Gina says hesitantly. "I have to work tonight, but if you want to come to my place around eight, I should be home." Disappointed that I won't have her in my own domain, I reason that my abilities should work just as well at her place, plus it will give me more time to experiment with my abilities before I go over. She gives me her address, and we part ways.
The walk back to my apartment seems to go by in a blur. Along the way I turn on and off street lights, and even start a car as I walked by it. By the time I arrive home, I know that I can affect anything I can conceive of as a switch, but only within approximately fifty feet of me. Also, if I create a switch, it remains, so that I don't have to recreate it again later.
I continue experimenting, as I plan for this evening. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my slightly pale complexion, and thin frame, and wonder... I imagine a switch inside me, to bulk me up and darken my skin a little, but when I go to flip it, nothing happens. I don't feel a switch move, and no changes occur to my body. Why doesn't it work, I ponder, and then I realize that I am trying to switch my reflection. Closing my eyes, I try again, forming the switch in my mind, but again, I'm met with failure. Did my abilities fail me? The lights in my room turning off and back on again disprove that. My only conclusion then is that I am unable to make switches within me.
My door opens, and Dennis walks through uninvited. "Hey dork, I have a girl coming over tonight, so I need you to make yourself scarce."
Frustration fills me, at the way he constantly calls me dork and my inability to affect myself, and I act before thinking. I switch on his intimidation, noting that it requires some effort to do so, and raise my voice as I talk to him. "I've told you, I'm a geek, not a dork. Get it right for once!"
"O-Okay. Sorry," Dennis says, his voice slightly quavering, and I feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but if he would only listen... "You're a geek, I-I get it." He looks at me a little queerly, and then seems to get his confidence back, as I feel the switch I created move back. "Anyway, think you can do something else tonight?"
For a moment I am tempted to stay and screw things up for him, but the thought of Gina recalls me to my other plans. "Yeah, I've got plans with Gina tonight anyway." I try to reply off-handedly.
"Wait, Gina? Robbie Mortensen's Gina? So the rumor about you making him wet himself is true?" Dennis's intimidation switch moves a little on its own, and I can't help but smile. Despite that, I try to act innocent.
"I dunno about that," I hedge. "Gina said she needed help with Prof. Frankens's class, and I said I would."
"Does Robbie know?"
"Do I care?" I retort, surprised by my own confidence.
Dennis lets out a loud guffaw, before slapping me on the back. "You really are a geek, and not a dork," he says as he leaves my room.
The drive to Gina's house is a short one, and I note that I am still a couple minutes early. Doubt about whether she is really playing on my insecurities or not start to assail me, and I wonder if I am doing the right thing. I resolve to not use my ability, unless I find out otherwise. Walking up to her door, I go ahead and knock.
An older woman, probably in her early forties answers the door, and I immediately think I have the wrong place.
"Yes?" She asks, and the voice sounds slightly familiar.
"Um," I say uncertainly, "I'm here to see Gina?"
"Oh, you must be the tutor Gina told me about. Come in." I am able to see the similarities in this older woman and Gina, now that I look at her. They both have blond hair, and slim waists, as well as a few similar facial features. "I'm Gina's mom, Nancy. She just got back from work, and is changing. Why don't you wait in here, and I'll let her know you're here."
Despite myself, I can't help but admire Nancy's small rear as she ascends the stairs. For a moment I consider using my abilities on her, but decide I can always do that later. Tonight I am focused on Gina.
"She'll be ready in a few more minutes; can I get you anything to drink?" Suddenly it dawns on me that if Nancy is home, it will make it difficult to do what I want with Gina. I create a few switches in her mind, and hope she doesn't travel outside of fifty feet from me. I'm not sure if the switch has to be within eyesight or not, but I guess I'll find out. I hadn't planned on Gina still living at home. This only confirms that Gina is only using me. Why else make sure to have this tutoring session where her mother is around?
I realize that Nancy is still waiting for me to answer. "Whatever you have will be fine," I state, moving a switch in her that makes her accept me. It is only a small switch, and barely moves, as it is already mostly flipped on its own. She returns a moment later with some Sprite and a smile. I notice she has the same Hazel eyes as Gina. She really is attractive for her age, I decide.
"Sorry to make you wait," I hear Gina's soft voice at the stairs, and turn to look at her. Her hair is still wet from getting out of the shower, but she seems to have redone her makeup, and her clothes are tight fitting, without being too revealing. She has a sweet innocent looking smile that I have seen many times before. My doubts about her intentions lessen even more, and I start making switches in her immediately.
"You two behave yourselves, now," Nancy sings as I walk up the stairs, and can feel my face turn red.
"Mom!" Gina protests, before turning to me and whispering, "Sorry about that. She thinks I invited you over for more than just tutoring."
"It's okay," I tell her, flipping a switch as I speak, and turning it back off when I stop. "I know how parents can be." Inwardly I smile, knowing that her crotch gets wetter every time I speak.
"She's been kinda funny since dad left," Gina tells me as she opens her bedroom door, and waves me in. "But you don't want to hear about that."
Oh, but I do, I think. If Nancy is single, I could possibly have some fun with her, but I shake the thought off. Tonight is about working with Gina. I notice that she leaves her door open, before she sits at her desk, and brings up her computer screen.
"So what did you want to go over tonight?" I ask, flipping, and un-flipping the switch as I speak. I notice that physical reactions to my switches are a lot easier than emotional ones.
"The chapter we went over last week still has me confused, and I still haven't turned in our assignment from then either." She pauses to look at me for a moment before continuing, "I have a favor to ask."
Here it comes, I think. She's going to ask me to do the work for her. I'm actually a little surprised. Usually they take a little longer before asking, preferring to flirt a little more first. I just nod, expecting the inevitable.
"Do you mind not telling Robbie about this? He tends to get a little jealous, and I'd rather he not know you were over here."
For a second I am stunned, but I recover quickly. That wasn't what I'd expected her to ask. "Sure. Odd about what happened to him today," I say, wanting to speak as much as possible. I notice her cheeks flush slightly every time I talk, and checking her 'horny' switch, I notice that it has moved a little on its own.
"Yeah, I wonder if he is feeling alright." Her 'horny' switch drops a little, and I kick myself mentally for bringing him up. "I tried calling him, but he won't return my calls."
"I'm sure a big guy like Robbie can take care of himself," I reassure her, and then immediately go into the lesson, wanting to change the subject. The more I talk, the wetter I know she is getting, and eventually I notice that her 'hard nipple' switch is stuck to on, and her 'horny' switch steadily moves as well. I lean over her shoulder, as I point out a small correction to her work, and notice her fidgeting in her seat.
"Oh, I'll never get this!" She moans in frustration after about twenty minutes. "It's just too hard." She looks at me for a second, and I don't have to read her mind to know what is coming next. "I just can't seem to concentrate tonight, and this was due last week." She acts like she is hesitating, and then continues, "I hate to ask this, but do you think you could do it for me? I promise to make it up to you..." She trails off as she gives me a shy smile.
She is good! For a moment I had almost forgotten, but her words bring it all back to me. I decide to play along though, just to see how far she is willing to go. "Make it up to me?" I press hard on her 'horny' switch, feeling it move gradually under my pressure. "How?"
Sitting in her chair, she puts her hands on her knees, arms stiff, and somehow manages to shrug and squeeze her ample bosom together at the same time, giving me a great shot of her cleavage. Despite myself, I feel my dick harden even more than it already was from all my previous thoughts about tonight. "I dunno... Did you know my mom actually said you were cute?"
Did she now...? I wonder. Appealing to my ego, and flaunting her body; Gina really was good at this game. "If I do your work for you, how will you learn?" I ask, trying to act innocent, but glancing at her cleavage at the same time. I know it is expected of me.
Gina brings her right hand up to her chest, and lightly runs her fingers across her own cleavage as she speaks. I can easily make out her hardened nipples though her shirt and bra. "You'll continue to tutor me, of course." And you'll continue to want me to do the work for you, of course, I think but don't say. I notice her left hand is now lightly rubbing her thighs. "I wouldn't ask, but with work, and everything else, I just don't think I will be able to get it done, and it is already late. I can't afford to fail any classes, and you're so smart..." I'm still leaning over her, and our faces are pretty close. I lick my lips, and mash hard on her 'horny' switch. The switch violently moves, and for a moment I think I broke the switch, wondering if that was even possible, until Gina moans softly, and mashes her lips to mine.
For a second I am caught off guard, as her tongue frantically beats against my lips, and in a daze I open up to it. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I realize she is shaking. I must have made her orgasm! The comprehension strikes me, and now I am rock hard in my own pants: pants that I feel hands at, fumbling with my belt. I help her, undoing my zipper without breaking the kiss.
Her slender fingers reach in, and draw out my stiff member, and suddenly her face pulls away, leaving my lips feeling barren and naked.
"What the..." Gina gasps, as she looks at me. Her eyes dart from my penis, up to my face and back again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" I quickly find her 'guilt' switch, and start to fight it back to the off position. "I have a boyfriend... I shouldn't..." I continue to manipulate her switches, holding her 'horny' switch on, working 'guilt' down, and pretty soon her eyes are locked solely on my crotch. "I've never seen one so big," she murmurs, licking her lips. I feel her 'guilt' switch try to move, but I hold it firm. "Robbie's is so much smaller, I... I... It's wrong, but oh so big..." 'Guilt' is nearly completely off, and I watch as her hands start to rise to my crotch again. "So big..." she repeats, as her fingers grip my manhood. Her hands aren't able to make it all the way around the base, and I moan as her fingers grip me tighter.
Her eyes dart up to mine for only a moment, before she leans forward, and barely stretches her lips around the bulbous head. Using her grasp on me, she pulls me to her, and I am more than willing to do so, taking a couple of half steps, till I am standing between her legs as she sits in her chair. She starts to make sucking noises, as she tries to get more and more of me into her warm wet mouth. She looks so cute, with her eyes closed, and her lips locked around me, I moan earnestly. I can already feel myself getting close.
"Gina? Is everything okay up there? I thought I heard a noise." Nancy's voice comes calling through the open doorway, and for a second I panic, as my hands grip the back of Gina's head, holding her still. I'm not sure if she heard though, lost in her own lusts as she is and she only continues to suck and slurp on my cock.
I immediately start flipping some of the switches I created in Nancy earlier, noting that her 'concern' switch takes a little effort, but grudgingly moves nonetheless. I also make a quick 'concern' switch for Gina, and make sure it is set to off. "Everything is fine, Nancy," I call out the door, thankful that I don't have to see the switch, to move it, and tweaking her 'acceptance' switch at the same time. Imagining the door as a sideways switch, I gently move it closed.
"Okay. Just lemme know if you kids need anything." I sense Nancy's switches moving away, and sigh in relief.
The panic seems to have reset me, and I look back down at Gina, hungrily gobbling my schlong. I can make out her cleavage, and gently slip my right hand from the back of her head, down her neck, to her chest, between her firm breasts, and then around to her left nipple, under her bra. Gina moans as I start to play with the hard nub, making her blowjob that much greater. She is only able to get a couple inches between her lips, but the way she moves her tongue, around the rim of the head feels fantastic.
I pull my hand out from her shirt, and bend over, grabbing the sides of the garment, and start to tug it up. The sexy blonde pulls off me long enough to pull her shirt off, and then lunges back to my cock. Her lust and hunger drive me wild with my own, and I can't stop the impending orgasm.
"I'm getting close," I whisper, and she only nods, before going wild. Sucking harder, slurping noises rebound around the room, as my climax strikes me. I have to lock my knees, as string after string of jism shoots into Gina's mouth. She suddenly stops sucking, but her moans increase, and it occurs to me that she is having another orgasm. I realize I am mentally mashing down hard on her horny switch, and let up, noting that she starts to recover from her climax as I do so.
She pulls her head away from my crotch, sucking every last drop out of me as she does so, and my slightly shrinking head makes a 'popping' noise as it exits her mouth. She grins up at me, while her hands glide up and down my saliva soaked prick, and I see her suck up a bit of my cum that somehow escaped her soft lips.
"I have never cum from giving head before," she says in awe. "Imagine what else this thing can do..." she tenderly squeezes my cock, and winks at me.
I'm not sure if it is my lessened libido after having just blown one helluva load down her throat or what, but somehow the words were out of my mouth before I could think better of them. "What about Robbie?"
Without missing a beat, or a stroke, she answers me with that beautiful smile still on her face. "Who cares? I'll deal with him later, but right now, I have something better than his tiny prick to deal with."
Before I know it, Gina stands up, and shoves me back to the bed. She then undoes her pants, dropping them to the floor, and I quickly do the same, feeling my own libido start to rise again, as I spy the heart-shaped fuzz that tops her vagina. Reaching behind her back, she unsnaps her bra, finally freeing her two large mons to my hungry gaze. I have to admit that breasts are my biggest fetish; big, small, firm, or flabby, I love them all. Gina's are anything but flabby, and I already know just how firm they are. They stand out proudly from her chest as she walks over to me, crawling on the bed, and slipping my re-hardening penis back into her mouth.
Gina starts to move her body around, till she straddles my face. Her pussy is nearly dripping as I lightly bring the tip of my tongue to it, tasting her for the first time. As my tongue comes into contact with her crotch, she grunts, slamming her wet slit down against my mouth, and I feel her own mouth go down further on my rock hard rod. Shoving my tongue in as far as it can go, I am nearly drinking the juices that are flowing from her.
"My Gawd, I have never been this horny before in my life!" Gina exclaims, and it sounds like she is trying to catch her breath. "I can't wait to get this beast in me." Catching me unawares with her speed, Gina spins around, and soon has my cock at the entrance to her slippery hole. "Take it slow," she tells me, then ignores her own advice as she starts pressing back with her pelvis. After a couple seconds, I feel my head pop past her inner lips, and we both sigh with the connection. She is tight, and I doubt if she is going to be able to take my whole length into her.
I continue to hold still, while Gina firmly grinds her twat down the length of my pole. Every little centimeter seems like a small triumph, as her massaging muscles take me in deeper and deeper. Her delightful breasts are dangling above me, and I lift my head to taste them for the first time. Her right nipple is already hard, as I suck it between my lips, and nibble lightly on it. I must have surprised her with this action, as she suddenly gasps, and I feel myself slide into her a little further. She freezes on top of me, and I can feel her pussy gripping my cock, lubricating it in even more of her juices as she has another small orgasm.
When she finally stops shuddering, she looks between us, and gasps. "Holy shit! How big are you? I've never had one this deep before and there is still half of you out of me! I almost feel like you are splitting me in two."
In answer, I grip an ass cheek in each hand, suck hard on her nipple, and lift my hips slightly, going a bit deeper. Gina grunts with my motion, gripping the back of my head, and pulling me tighter to her breast. She pulls up a little bit, and then slams back down, barely taking any more of me inside her.
I hear the door open, and check to see that I can feel Nancy's switches just outside it. I throw all my weight against Nancy's and Gina's 'concern' switch, making sure they are both fully set to off, and Nancy's 'acceptance' switch is fully on, as she enters the room.
"I thought I would make you two some snacks, while you were up here," the older woman says, standing next to us. Her voice almost seems flat, as she talks.
"Ung," Gina grunts, as she tries and fails again to take more of me into her grasping vagina, "Okay, thanks mom. We'll eat them in a minute."
"You two enjoy, now, and I'll leave you alone." I sense Nancy moving to the door.
"Oh, I am enjoying!" Gina nearly screams, slamming down hard. Her pussy is so tight, it feels like it is trying to strangle my cock, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get the last few inches inside her. "Damnit! What does it take to get all of you inside me?" She demands.
"Practice," I tell her simply, though the truth is, none of my few girlfriends have ever been able to take my full length. Hungrily, I reattach my mouth to her nipple.
Taking a tighter grip on her ass, I start to move under her with my own rhythm. Pulling out till only my tip is still within her, I dive back in, till my head hits her bottom.
Gina's fingers dig into the back of my scalp, as she starts yelling in the throes of her passion. "Oh, fuck me, you're HUGE! Harder, fuck me harder with that massive cock of yours! Oh, damn, I'm gonna cum aga--" Her hand pulls me away from her teat, as she presses her mouth to mine. The passion and fury of the kiss are enough to set me off again, and I barely pull her off me in time to shoot my second load between our bodies.
We continue to kiss for a few moments, wrapped up in the pleasure of our shared bliss, until Gina pulls away, breathing heavily.
"I've never cum that hard, before!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushed, and her chest still heaving. "But next time, cum inside me; I'm on the pill." She shakes her head, looking at me. "I can't believe a geek could DO that to me."
I can only nod my head and smile, exhaustion nearly overwhelming me.
Gina is the first to get up, and we start to clean up our mutual mess, thankful for the small sandwiches Nancy made, and left for us on Gina's desk.
Gina's mom greets me with a warm smile, but a slightly puzzled look on her face as I leave. I wonder what she is thinking after walking in on her daughter and me screwing?
It isn't until I am driving back to my apartment that I start to wonder what Gina is going to tell Robbie. A small part of me feels bad for taking the jock's girlfriend, but the memories of all the times he has bullied me washes any lingering feelings of guilt away. I'm not worried about retribution from him either. Not any more, at least.
There is no sock on the door as I get to my apartment, and I sigh in relief. I'm completely worn out after today, and am looking forward to getting some sleep.
Ten minutes later, I am crawling into bed, the light off, and my alarm set to 'exterminate' my sleep in the morning.
A bright blue light causes me to sit up in bed in alarm. My heart is pounding as I look around my room, and I can feel the beginnings of terror take hold of me as I see a figure standing by my window. It isn't human, I know. Not with its too long arms, willowy frame, over-large eyes set in a delicate seeming pink face.
"Are you the one?" The simple question from this creature fills me with more dread, than anything else in my life.
Also, please note that this chapter is long on story, and shorter on sex, but that is only because it is a first chapter. Subsequent chapters will be more balanced.
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Blue lights... A whirring sound... Something pokes my arm... Head is throbbing... I can't feel my arm... Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked, I sit up in bed, terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's still there, though numb from having slept on it wrong.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how cold the sweat feels as my head hits it. Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little more sleep, before I have to get up, and get ready for classes.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding, and my arm is stiff and tingling.
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Buzzing fills my room, followed right after by robotic voices screaming, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Moaning like the dead, I reach for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to find the switch is already in the off spot, the noise ending just before I reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the glass of water I left on my nightstand before going to bed last night, and try to wake my sleeping mind. For some reason I feel like I have just run a marathon, rather than had a long night's sleep. I'm just glad the headache is gone, though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my roommate, Dennis, looking at me.
"Rise and shine, dork!" he calls, turning on my light. "I thought I told you to change that alarm sound. Your Doctor What is annoying in the morning."
"I'm a geek!" I told him for what felt like the hundredth time. "And it's Doctor Who, not What."
"More like Doctor Whatever."
Shaking my head at my roommate's ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles, recalling me to breakfast.
"Have you been watching the news lately?" Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He knows I can't abide watching the news. "I just thought you might be interested in what's been happening, you being such a dork and all." Deciding it's best to keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk. "Seems there was some girl in India that started flying around town, like some sort of Superman, and a guy in Japan suddenly started on fire, but didn't get burned."
"Parlor tricks," I mumble around a mouthful. For a moment I consider mentioning that there are plenty of female comic book characters that can also fly, but then remembering his level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
"I dunno... The news seemed pretty interested in it. There are videos of the flying girl on Youtube."
He continues to ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I leave for class.
Cold air buffets me as I trudge through the snow to my first college course today.
Something hits me in the back, but I ignore it, figuring it is just a snowball and used to this childish behavior by now. "What a nerd!" I hear Robbie Mortensen say a second later. I had hoped to get away from him after high school, but his father had somehow gotten him into the same expensive college I'd received a scholarship at, and so I was still being bullied by him.
"Leave him alone, Robbie," Gina says right afterwards. She's Robbie's girlfriend, and one of the hottest girls on campus.
"Okay, I'll weave the wittle ol' nerd awone for you," Robbie replied in baby talk. Why does Gina put up with such an idiot, I wonder, not for the first time.
Classes seem to drag on, and my mind seems to keep going fuzzy from lack of sleep. Finally, in my last class, I can't seem to keep my eyes open, which is slightly odd, as Prof. Frankens's class is usually one of my favorites. Not because of the subject matter, math has always been an easy subject for me, but because of her. She stands just a little shorter than me, has beautiful big brown eyes that seem magnified by her large glasses. Her long dark brown hair is usually pulled back, and softly reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room. She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample bosom. I am usually quite attentive in her class, but today, I struggle just to keep my eyes open, and on her, as she lectures us on a formula I'd mastered last night before going to bed.
If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down, and rest. For a moment, I imagine standing up and switching off the lights right by me, but they require a special key to switch.
I open my eyes as someone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Frankens's computer screen is on, and a couple other students have their cell phones out, playing instead of paying attention.
"Who turned out the lights?" the professor demanded, walking to her desk, and shuffling though a drawer. She must have found what she was looking for, as she marches down the aisle till she stands right next to me, slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.
She glares down at me, as if I had been the one to turn off the lights. "Mr. Xavier, did you happen to see who turned off the lights?" I just shook my head, not having seen anyone do it, my own eyes having been closed at the time. She looks at me suspiciously for a moment, and then walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back in the drawer.
My mind is racing now. HAD I somehow turned off the lights? I couldn't see how. But then I remembered this morning with the alarm clock, and my bedroom light. Both had been off before I hit them. And the light in class had gone off when I had thought about it. It was all likely a coincidence, but I had to try. I pictured the key moving in the switch, turning the light off... And froze, a grin splitting my face.
Prof. Frankens mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on. The class is loudly murmuring, but I ignore them as I consider what this means. Do I have super powers? Am I some kind of mutant? More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do? It has to be more than just turning off lights, because I'd done it to my alarm clock.
The lights came back on, startling me, and I remove the smile from my face a moment too late.
"Since you think this is so funny, Mr. Xavier, I want to see you in my office after class." My fellow students "ooh" like this was junior high, but I ignore them. Part of me is elated at my new discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now. Looking around class, I see a number of students glancing at me furtively, unsure themselves if I had really done the deed. None of the stares really bothers me, till I see Gina giving me a disappointed look.
The professor gets back in front of the class, and continues her lecture, watching me like a hawk. I want to experiment, but know better than to mess with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind.
Nothing happens.
I try moving it side to side, but again, it sits motionless. Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for someone with their cell phone out, I'm disappointed to see none. I don't dare pull my own out, with Prof. Frankens watching me so closely, and it seems the rest of the class feels the same way. The professor's computer screen is faced away from me, so I can't really judge with it.
The bell rings, and I stand up to go, forgetting about Prof. Frankens's office, till she calls me back to it.
Her office is small, but neatly organized, and I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets, and starts rifling through it, till she finds what she is after, and pulls out a manila folder.
"Nicholas Xavier," she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she's not very happy with me, "4.0 average student, going to this university on a scholarship." Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike me to my core. "I have to confess, if you didn't do so well in my class, I likely wouldn't even know who you were. You don't seem the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell me what that was about out there?"
"Professor Frankens, I know I was smiling, but I thought it was kind of funny, just like the rest of the class. I don't have a key to the switch, so I don't know how it got turned off." But I did know, because I had done it. Done it somehow with my mind.
She started talking again, but my mind is absorbed on what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens. Thinking hard, I try to figure out what is different. Every time it has worked, I was thinking about switching something off, not just it being off suddenly. Looking to the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down.
Wondering if I can only turn things off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind, as it starts to power back up.
"Are you listening to me?" My professor's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she'd just said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. What if I could switch off her anger?
I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movement. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, I suspect, but enough to blunt it.
Wondering if I had actually moved the emotional switch, or was simply able to sense it, I decide to try something else. Perhaps it's too much to hope to be able to change a mood so much, so quickly. While she is distracted with her laptop, I re-imagine the switch, but this time, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move the switch. It budges slightly more, but still not enough.
I look at my professor, at the way her suit hugs her nice curves, and another thought strikes me. Maybe I can't change an emotion quickly, but can I affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to me, her anger only slightly blunted, due to my efforts, and flip another switch in her, almost sighing when I feel it move easily.
Prof. Frankens's eyes seem to grow larger, as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise she shows no reaction. She just continues to stare at me, and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I felt the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer.
"I promise you, I didn't see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned off." I said, trying to think. It wasn't completely a lie, as I still didn't understand how this new power of mine worked.
She continues to stare at me, but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to move the switch to, and instead create a switch to horny, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can immediately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but still not moving fast.
Suddenly I realize that the switch making her pussy wet has turned back off on its own. Can I only use one switch at a time? I wonder, as I turn that one back on, and sense the 'horny' switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a time, I figure, but how many?
I easily flip another switch in her, making her nipples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again. "You're a bright student, and I don't want to see you get into any trouble." I can feel her horny switch moving faster now, but I have to keep constant attention on the other two, or they turn themselves back off. "I will ignore what happened today, but I don't want it to happen again." She is fidgeting where she's standing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The sudden question distracts me, and I lose my concentration, letting all three switches go. "Me? I..."
"Never mind, I shouldn't have asked" she says to me, giving herself a small shake, and sitting on the edge of her desk.
I immediately recreate all three switches, but the moment is gone. "You may leave now, Mr. Xavier. Have a good night."
Cursing inwardly, I walk out of her office. I had almost had her, I think to myself.
Outside the classroom, I see Gina and Robbie talking across the hallway. Deciding to have my revenge on Robbie for all those years of bullying, I start to switch Gina's anger on, throwing all my frustration behind the effort, and feel it moving slowly as they talk. Pretty soon I see Robbie start to get defensive, as Gina's anger rises. After only a couple minutes, Gina starts yelling, "I'm so sick of the way you act like you're some big tough guy around your friends, but then act all sweet and nice when we're alone!"
Robbie looks around, and sees me watching them. Apparently he decides to take his frustrations out on me, as he stomps over to where I stand.
"You got a problem, nerd?" He demands, and this time I let my smile split my face as I flip a switch in him, and feel it move with ease.
"No, but by your smell," I look down at his crotch, and see a satisfying wet spot growing, "it looks like you really needed to go to the bathroom."
"I--What the!" Turning beet red, Robbie turns away from me, trying to cover the evidence of his loose bladder, and sees Gina staring at him in wonder. "I'll get you for this, nerd!" He screams as he starts running down the hallway, leaving a small puddle behind.
"I'm a geek, dammit!" I yell after him, laughing.
"I can't believe that just happened," A voice says right behind me, and I turn to see Gina's hazel eyes looking into mine. "I've heard you say that before, that you're a geek," she said, and I could feel my mouth go dry. Even a few feet away, her proximity to me is having quite the effect. "What is the difference between a nerd and a geek?"
It takes me a couple of tries to get moisture back into my mouth before I can answer her. "Geeks and nerds are both knowledgeable and fanatical about their interests, but geeks have social skills that nerds and dorks don't."
Gina laughed, and it sounded like music to me. "So what is the difference between dorks and nerds?"
"Dorks aren't as smart as geeks or nerds," I say, a little easier this time.
Gina places her hand on my shoulder, and it feels like lightning erupts from her touch. "Look, I'm sorry about the way he always treats you, he really isn't that bad of a guy, once you get to know him."
I can't help but think of all the years he has bullied me, and just can't see things from her point of view. "I don't think I will need to worry about him much longer," I say, instead of what I am thinking.
"So, if geeks are so smart, I'll bet you can help me out with Prof. Frankens's math class, right?" Gina smiles at me, but I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I had hoped that she was better than this, but it is the same old game: an attractive woman, appealing to my insecurities, to get me to do their work, promising closeness, but never delivering. It was a game I'd fallen for many times in the past.
The only difference was that in the past, I didn't have my newfound abilities. This time, the game would be different, I decide.
"Sure," I pipe, trying to put on a gullible looking smile. "Why don't you come to my apartment tonight, and we can go over it?"
"Tonight?" Gina says hesitantly. "I have to work tonight, but if you want to come to my place around eight, I should be home." Disappointed that I won't have her in my own domain, I reason that my abilities should work just as well at her place, plus it will give me more time to experiment with my abilities before I go over. She gives me her address, and we part ways.
The walk back to my apartment seems to go by in a blur. Along the way I turn on and off street lights, and even start a car as I walked by it. By the time I arrive home, I know that I can affect anything I can conceive of as a switch, but only within approximately fifty feet of me. Also, if I create a switch, it remains, so that I don't have to recreate it again later.
I continue experimenting, as I plan for this evening. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my slightly pale complexion, and thin frame, and wonder... I imagine a switch inside me, to bulk me up and darken my skin a little, but when I go to flip it, nothing happens. I don't feel a switch move, and no changes occur to my body. Why doesn't it work, I ponder, and then I realize that I am trying to switch my reflection. Closing my eyes, I try again, forming the switch in my mind, but again, I'm met with failure. Did my abilities fail me? The lights in my room turning off and back on again disprove that. My only conclusion then is that I am unable to make switches within me.
My door opens, and Dennis walks through uninvited. "Hey dork, I have a girl coming over tonight, so I need you to make yourself scarce."
Frustration fills me, at the way he constantly calls me dork and my inability to affect myself, and I act before thinking. I switch on his intimidation, noting that it requires some effort to do so, and raise my voice as I talk to him. "I've told you, I'm a geek, not a dork. Get it right for once!"
"O-Okay. Sorry," Dennis says, his voice slightly quavering, and I feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but if he would only listen... "You're a geek, I-I get it." He looks at me a little queerly, and then seems to get his confidence back, as I feel the switch I created move back. "Anyway, think you can do something else tonight?"
For a moment I am tempted to stay and screw things up for him, but the thought of Gina recalls me to my other plans. "Yeah, I've got plans with Gina tonight anyway." I try to reply off-handedly.
"Wait, Gina? Robbie Mortensen's Gina? So the rumor about you making him wet himself is true?" Dennis's intimidation switch moves a little on its own, and I can't help but smile. Despite that, I try to act innocent.
"I dunno about that," I hedge. "Gina said she needed help with Prof. Frankens's class, and I said I would."
"Does Robbie know?"
"Do I care?" I retort, surprised by my own confidence.
Dennis lets out a loud guffaw, before slapping me on the back. "You really are a geek, and not a dork," he says as he leaves my room.
The drive to Gina's house is a short one, and I note that I am still a couple minutes early. Doubt about whether she is really playing on my insecurities or not start to assail me, and I wonder if I am doing the right thing. I resolve to not use my ability, unless I find out otherwise. Walking up to her door, I go ahead and knock.
An older woman, probably in her early forties answers the door, and I immediately think I have the wrong place.
"Yes?" She asks, and the voice sounds slightly familiar.
"Um," I say uncertainly, "I'm here to see Gina?"
"Oh, you must be the tutor Gina told me about. Come in." I am able to see the similarities in this older woman and Gina, now that I look at her. They both have blond hair, and slim waists, as well as a few similar facial features. "I'm Gina's mom, Nancy. She just got back from work, and is changing. Why don't you wait in here, and I'll let her know you're here."
Despite myself, I can't help but admire Nancy's small rear as she ascends the stairs. For a moment I consider using my abilities on her, but decide I can always do that later. Tonight I am focused on Gina.
"She'll be ready in a few more minutes; can I get you anything to drink?" Suddenly it dawns on me that if Nancy is home, it will make it difficult to do what I want with Gina. I create a few switches in her mind, and hope she doesn't travel outside of fifty feet from me. I'm not sure if the switch has to be within eyesight or not, but I guess I'll find out. I hadn't planned on Gina still living at home. This only confirms that Gina is only using me. Why else make sure to have this tutoring session where her mother is around?
I realize that Nancy is still waiting for me to answer. "Whatever you have will be fine," I state, moving a switch in her that makes her accept me. It is only a small switch, and barely moves, as it is already mostly flipped on its own. She returns a moment later with some Sprite and a smile. I notice she has the same Hazel eyes as Gina. She really is attractive for her age, I decide.
"Sorry to make you wait," I hear Gina's soft voice at the stairs, and turn to look at her. Her hair is still wet from getting out of the shower, but she seems to have redone her makeup, and her clothes are tight fitting, without being too revealing. She has a sweet innocent looking smile that I have seen many times before. My doubts about her intentions lessen even more, and I start making switches in her immediately.
"You two behave yourselves, now," Nancy sings as I walk up the stairs, and can feel my face turn red.
"Mom!" Gina protests, before turning to me and whispering, "Sorry about that. She thinks I invited you over for more than just tutoring."
"It's okay," I tell her, flipping a switch as I speak, and turning it back off when I stop. "I know how parents can be." Inwardly I smile, knowing that her crotch gets wetter every time I speak.
"She's been kinda funny since dad left," Gina tells me as she opens her bedroom door, and waves me in. "But you don't want to hear about that."
Oh, but I do, I think. If Nancy is single, I could possibly have some fun with her, but I shake the thought off. Tonight is about working with Gina. I notice that she leaves her door open, before she sits at her desk, and brings up her computer screen.
"So what did you want to go over tonight?" I ask, flipping, and un-flipping the switch as I speak. I notice that physical reactions to my switches are a lot easier than emotional ones.
"The chapter we went over last week still has me confused, and I still haven't turned in our assignment from then either." She pauses to look at me for a moment before continuing, "I have a favor to ask."
Here it comes, I think. She's going to ask me to do the work for her. I'm actually a little surprised. Usually they take a little longer before asking, preferring to flirt a little more first. I just nod, expecting the inevitable.
"Do you mind not telling Robbie about this? He tends to get a little jealous, and I'd rather he not know you were over here."
For a second I am stunned, but I recover quickly. That wasn't what I'd expected her to ask. "Sure. Odd about what happened to him today," I say, wanting to speak as much as possible. I notice her cheeks flush slightly every time I talk, and checking her 'horny' switch, I notice that it has moved a little on its own.
"Yeah, I wonder if he is feeling alright." Her 'horny' switch drops a little, and I kick myself mentally for bringing him up. "I tried calling him, but he won't return my calls."
"I'm sure a big guy like Robbie can take care of himself," I reassure her, and then immediately go into the lesson, wanting to change the subject. The more I talk, the wetter I know she is getting, and eventually I notice that her 'hard nipple' switch is stuck to on, and her 'horny' switch steadily moves as well. I lean over her shoulder, as I point out a small correction to her work, and notice her fidgeting in her seat.
"Oh, I'll never get this!" She moans in frustration after about twenty minutes. "It's just too hard." She looks at me for a second, and I don't have to read her mind to know what is coming next. "I just can't seem to concentrate tonight, and this was due last week." She acts like she is hesitating, and then continues, "I hate to ask this, but do you think you could do it for me? I promise to make it up to you..." She trails off as she gives me a shy smile.
She is good! For a moment I had almost forgotten, but her words bring it all back to me. I decide to play along though, just to see how far she is willing to go. "Make it up to me?" I press hard on her 'horny' switch, feeling it move gradually under my pressure. "How?"
Sitting in her chair, she puts her hands on her knees, arms stiff, and somehow manages to shrug and squeeze her ample bosom together at the same time, giving me a great shot of her cleavage. Despite myself, I feel my dick harden even more than it already was from all my previous thoughts about tonight. "I dunno... Did you know my mom actually said you were cute?"
Did she now...? I wonder. Appealing to my ego, and flaunting her body; Gina really was good at this game. "If I do your work for you, how will you learn?" I ask, trying to act innocent, but glancing at her cleavage at the same time. I know it is expected of me.
Gina brings her right hand up to her chest, and lightly runs her fingers across her own cleavage as she speaks. I can easily make out her hardened nipples though her shirt and bra. "You'll continue to tutor me, of course." And you'll continue to want me to do the work for you, of course, I think but don't say. I notice her left hand is now lightly rubbing her thighs. "I wouldn't ask, but with work, and everything else, I just don't think I will be able to get it done, and it is already late. I can't afford to fail any classes, and you're so smart..." I'm still leaning over her, and our faces are pretty close. I lick my lips, and mash hard on her 'horny' switch. The switch violently moves, and for a moment I think I broke the switch, wondering if that was even possible, until Gina moans softly, and mashes her lips to mine.
For a second I am caught off guard, as her tongue frantically beats against my lips, and in a daze I open up to it. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I realize she is shaking. I must have made her orgasm! The comprehension strikes me, and now I am rock hard in my own pants: pants that I feel hands at, fumbling with my belt. I help her, undoing my zipper without breaking the kiss.
Her slender fingers reach in, and draw out my stiff member, and suddenly her face pulls away, leaving my lips feeling barren and naked.
"What the..." Gina gasps, as she looks at me. Her eyes dart from my penis, up to my face and back again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" I quickly find her 'guilt' switch, and start to fight it back to the off position. "I have a boyfriend... I shouldn't..." I continue to manipulate her switches, holding her 'horny' switch on, working 'guilt' down, and pretty soon her eyes are locked solely on my crotch. "I've never seen one so big," she murmurs, licking her lips. I feel her 'guilt' switch try to move, but I hold it firm. "Robbie's is so much smaller, I... I... It's wrong, but oh so big..." 'Guilt' is nearly completely off, and I watch as her hands start to rise to my crotch again. "So big..." she repeats, as her fingers grip my manhood. Her hands aren't able to make it all the way around the base, and I moan as her fingers grip me tighter.
Her eyes dart up to mine for only a moment, before she leans forward, and barely stretches her lips around the bulbous head. Using her grasp on me, she pulls me to her, and I am more than willing to do so, taking a couple of half steps, till I am standing between her legs as she sits in her chair. She starts to make sucking noises, as she tries to get more and more of me into her warm wet mouth. She looks so cute, with her eyes closed, and her lips locked around me, I moan earnestly. I can already feel myself getting close.
"Gina? Is everything okay up there? I thought I heard a noise." Nancy's voice comes calling through the open doorway, and for a second I panic, as my hands grip the back of Gina's head, holding her still. I'm not sure if she heard though, lost in her own lusts as she is and she only continues to suck and slurp on my cock.
I immediately start flipping some of the switches I created in Nancy earlier, noting that her 'concern' switch takes a little effort, but grudgingly moves nonetheless. I also make a quick 'concern' switch for Gina, and make sure it is set to off. "Everything is fine, Nancy," I call out the door, thankful that I don't have to see the switch, to move it, and tweaking her 'acceptance' switch at the same time. Imagining the door as a sideways switch, I gently move it closed.
"Okay. Just lemme know if you kids need anything." I sense Nancy's switches moving away, and sigh in relief.
The panic seems to have reset me, and I look back down at Gina, hungrily gobbling my schlong. I can make out her cleavage, and gently slip my right hand from the back of her head, down her neck, to her chest, between her firm breasts, and then around to her left nipple, under her bra. Gina moans as I start to play with the hard nub, making her blowjob that much greater. She is only able to get a couple inches between her lips, but the way she moves her tongue, around the rim of the head feels fantastic.
I pull my hand out from her shirt, and bend over, grabbing the sides of the garment, and start to tug it up. The sexy blonde pulls off me long enough to pull her shirt off, and then lunges back to my cock. Her lust and hunger drive me wild with my own, and I can't stop the impending orgasm.
"I'm getting close," I whisper, and she only nods, before going wild. Sucking harder, slurping noises rebound around the room, as my climax strikes me. I have to lock my knees, as string after string of jism shoots into Gina's mouth. She suddenly stops sucking, but her moans increase, and it occurs to me that she is having another orgasm. I realize I am mentally mashing down hard on her horny switch, and let up, noting that she starts to recover from her climax as I do so.
She pulls her head away from my crotch, sucking every last drop out of me as she does so, and my slightly shrinking head makes a 'popping' noise as it exits her mouth. She grins up at me, while her hands glide up and down my saliva soaked prick, and I see her suck up a bit of my cum that somehow escaped her soft lips.
"I have never cum from giving head before," she says in awe. "Imagine what else this thing can do..." she tenderly squeezes my cock, and winks at me.
I'm not sure if it is my lessened libido after having just blown one helluva load down her throat or what, but somehow the words were out of my mouth before I could think better of them. "What about Robbie?"
Without missing a beat, or a stroke, she answers me with that beautiful smile still on her face. "Who cares? I'll deal with him later, but right now, I have something better than his tiny prick to deal with."
Before I know it, Gina stands up, and shoves me back to the bed. She then undoes her pants, dropping them to the floor, and I quickly do the same, feeling my own libido start to rise again, as I spy the heart-shaped fuzz that tops her vagina. Reaching behind her back, she unsnaps her bra, finally freeing her two large mons to my hungry gaze. I have to admit that breasts are my biggest fetish; big, small, firm, or flabby, I love them all. Gina's are anything but flabby, and I already know just how firm they are. They stand out proudly from her chest as she walks over to me, crawling on the bed, and slipping my re-hardening penis back into her mouth.
Gina starts to move her body around, till she straddles my face. Her pussy is nearly dripping as I lightly bring the tip of my tongue to it, tasting her for the first time. As my tongue comes into contact with her crotch, she grunts, slamming her wet slit down against my mouth, and I feel her own mouth go down further on my rock hard rod. Shoving my tongue in as far as it can go, I am nearly drinking the juices that are flowing from her.
"My Gawd, I have never been this horny before in my life!" Gina exclaims, and it sounds like she is trying to catch her breath. "I can't wait to get this beast in me." Catching me unawares with her speed, Gina spins around, and soon has my cock at the entrance to her slippery hole. "Take it slow," she tells me, then ignores her own advice as she starts pressing back with her pelvis. After a couple seconds, I feel my head pop past her inner lips, and we both sigh with the connection. She is tight, and I doubt if she is going to be able to take my whole length into her.
I continue to hold still, while Gina firmly grinds her twat down the length of my pole. Every little centimeter seems like a small triumph, as her massaging muscles take me in deeper and deeper. Her delightful breasts are dangling above me, and I lift my head to taste them for the first time. Her right nipple is already hard, as I suck it between my lips, and nibble lightly on it. I must have surprised her with this action, as she suddenly gasps, and I feel myself slide into her a little further. She freezes on top of me, and I can feel her pussy gripping my cock, lubricating it in even more of her juices as she has another small orgasm.
When she finally stops shuddering, she looks between us, and gasps. "Holy shit! How big are you? I've never had one this deep before and there is still half of you out of me! I almost feel like you are splitting me in two."
In answer, I grip an ass cheek in each hand, suck hard on her nipple, and lift my hips slightly, going a bit deeper. Gina grunts with my motion, gripping the back of my head, and pulling me tighter to her breast. She pulls up a little bit, and then slams back down, barely taking any more of me inside her.
I hear the door open, and check to see that I can feel Nancy's switches just outside it. I throw all my weight against Nancy's and Gina's 'concern' switch, making sure they are both fully set to off, and Nancy's 'acceptance' switch is fully on, as she enters the room.
"I thought I would make you two some snacks, while you were up here," the older woman says, standing next to us. Her voice almost seems flat, as she talks.
"Ung," Gina grunts, as she tries and fails again to take more of me into her grasping vagina, "Okay, thanks mom. We'll eat them in a minute."
"You two enjoy, now, and I'll leave you alone." I sense Nancy moving to the door.
"Oh, I am enjoying!" Gina nearly screams, slamming down hard. Her pussy is so tight, it feels like it is trying to strangle my cock, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get the last few inches inside her. "Damnit! What does it take to get all of you inside me?" She demands.
"Practice," I tell her simply, though the truth is, none of my few girlfriends have ever been able to take my full length. Hungrily, I reattach my mouth to her nipple.
Taking a tighter grip on her ass, I start to move under her with my own rhythm. Pulling out till only my tip is still within her, I dive back in, till my head hits her bottom.
Gina's fingers dig into the back of my scalp, as she starts yelling in the throes of her passion. "Oh, fuck me, you're HUGE! Harder, fuck me harder with that massive cock of yours! Oh, damn, I'm gonna cum aga--" Her hand pulls me away from her teat, as she presses her mouth to mine. The passion and fury of the kiss are enough to set me off again, and I barely pull her off me in time to shoot my second load between our bodies.
We continue to kiss for a few moments, wrapped up in the pleasure of our shared bliss, until Gina pulls away, breathing heavily.
"I've never cum that hard, before!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushed, and her chest still heaving. "But next time, cum inside me; I'm on the pill." She shakes her head, looking at me. "I can't believe a geek could DO that to me."
I can only nod my head and smile, exhaustion nearly overwhelming me.
Gina is the first to get up, and we start to clean up our mutual mess, thankful for the small sandwiches Nancy made, and left for us on Gina's desk.
Gina's mom greets me with a warm smile, but a slightly puzzled look on her face as I leave. I wonder what she is thinking after walking in on her daughter and me screwing?
It isn't until I am driving back to my apartment that I start to wonder what Gina is going to tell Robbie. A small part of me feels bad for taking the jock's girlfriend, but the memories of all the times he has bullied me washes any lingering feelings of guilt away. I'm not worried about retribution from him either. Not any more, at least.
There is no sock on the door as I get to my apartment, and I sigh in relief. I'm completely worn out after today, and am looking forward to getting some sleep.
Ten minutes later, I am crawling into bed, the light off, and my alarm set to 'exterminate' my sleep in the morning.
A bright blue light causes me to sit up in bed in alarm. My heart is pounding as I look around my room, and I can feel the beginnings of terror take hold of me as I see a figure standing by my window. It isn't human, I know. Not with its too long arms, willowy frame, over-large eyes set in a delicate seeming pink face.
"Are you the one?" The simple question from this creature fills me with more dread, than anything else in my life.
Bait and Switch Ch. 16
By the time Lela was done explaining the entire situation to my sister, I was exhausted, and could barely keep my eyes open, though Summer seemed to get oddly excited by the whole ordeal.
For some reason the two females seemed to get along just fine, despite being from different species, much less planets.
I don't remember getting back to my mom's house, much less falling asleep.
The front door slamming woke me up. I figured it was just mom finally getting home from up north, and I tried to roll over, but I ran into something.
Or rather, someone.
My eyes flashed open at the same time Summer's did, and we realized the predicament we were in. We were both still naked, and she was in my bed. Panic stricken, we both jumped out of bed. Well, I tried to, but my legs got caught up in the blankets, and I hit the floor with a thud.
My lovely, sweet, beautiful, and sexy sister, tittered at me, and I glared back as I got to my feet. We could hear mom coming down the hallway, and I knew there was no time for her to get out. I pointed to the closet, Summer nodded and jumped in, just in time for my door to creak open.
"Mom!" I protested, standing there naked, and trying to cover myself up.
"Oh, it's not like I haven't seen it—" she cut herself short, as she sniffed a couple times. Her sharp eyes looked deep into me for a few loud heartbeats. She looked around my room, and then back at me, before continuing to talk, her tone dropping to a serious one. "I brought breakfast home. You look like you're feeling better, so get dressed, and, um, tell your sister, too." She turned and closed the door behind her.
I knew Summer and I had been busted, even before we walked out of my room. Summer went straight to hers to get dressed, and I found mom setting out a fast-food breakfast on the table.
'How much trouble do you think we're in?' Summer's words flashed in front of my eyes.
'I don't know,' I told her.
"Mom, I—" her sharp look, locked my tongue up tight.
"We will wait for your sister, and then we can talk," she told me, and from her tone, I knew there was no arguing with her. I wondered how much trouble we were in.
I sat at the table, my heart beating loudly in my throat, and my hands going sweaty while we waited for my sister.
When Summer joined us, Mom was the first to speak, her tone flat and emotionless.
"I knew your dad was cheating on me for years. It hurt, but I had no choice, because if I left him, I knew I would lose everything." Her eyes went back and forth between us as she spoke, as if to make sure we were listening. Part of me felt shame for hurting her, but another part of me said that we weren't an official thing, so it wasn't really cheating. She was my mom, and we could never really be together. "I can't tell you that what you're doing is wrong, or even gross, because of what we've already done, Nick."
I wished she hadn't said that. Summer's eyes grew large as she figured out what mom meant. She hit my arm, and looked at me in shock. "No way! You and mom?" she demanded, and the same words flashed in front of my vision. She was using both in her shock. Despite the extra muscle on my arms, the blow still stung, as did her next words, delivered mentally, 'After everything you've confessed, you still kept this from me?'
"I see you didn't know," mom said, unperturbed. "Yes, dear, after our date, we...well, your brother was quite the gentleman, and treated me better than anyone has in years. I should have stopped it, but couldn't help myself. I didn't know that he would try to get you in bed, too. I'm sorry for the part I played in that, dear; especially with your preference in women."
"But, mom," my sister shot back, "we started the night we found dad cheating on you, so it isn't your fault! I seduced him that afternoon."
Oh boy! I thought. Now everything is coming out. Next thing they'd start talking about Lela and the demons...
Mom looked back and forth between us, and I nodded that it was true. I could see that she was trying to digest this, and she must have come to some sort of conclusion.
"Well, I feel a little better about that. I dunno, less guilty I guess." She drilled me with her eyes again. "Nick, I wanted to talk to you about that night, but haven't had the chance. I guess since all of our secrets are out, now is as good a time as any, though most of what I'd thought is obsolete now."
'We, too, will talk when this is done,' Summer promised me through the nanites, and I felt my heart sink.
"Son, I understand that you have certain...needs, and you certainly helped me out with mine the other night. I have decided that I really don't regret what happened, but we probably shouldn't do it again. What the two of you decide to do is up to you, but I hope you understand that you can never get married or anything." Mom was talking so matter-of-factly, that when she mentioned marriage, Summer and I both spluttered, and I ended up choking on my breakfast.
"Marriage?!?" Summer demanded. "Mom, I love Nick, but I have no intention of MARRYING him!" I nodded that I was in agreement.
'I hope you don't mind,' Summer's words flashed. 'I really like having sex with you, but marriage would be impractical.'
'I agree,' I told her back, glad that we could have this sub-conversation. 'I don't plan on getting married for years to come.'
'What about Gina?' came her response.
'Uhm,' I thought back, thinking about Shanna, but Mom spoke before I could formulate a response.
"Well that's something at least," Mom said, unaware that her two children were talking mind-to-mind.
"Mom," I started to talk, "I am truly sorry I hurt you, like dad did. I didn't think about how it would affect you." I knew how much of a heal that made me sound.
"I know, Nick, and I certainly didn't expect you to be with only me. I knew what you had done with Gina and Nancy, and didn't expect you to stop that either." I cringed as mom mentioned Nancy and Gina. Summer hadn't known about that either.
'I guess you're not so new to incest, after all.' If words could be fire, those would have burned.
'I told you I was perverted,' I thought back at her defensively.
"I guess I really don't know what I expected," mom went on, still oblivious to the other conversation. She was looking at her hands, but after a slight pause, she looked at me curiously. "I guess I should probably be completely honest with you." She took a deep breath, and I wondered what she was going to say. "I stayed up north for more than just the snow. Last night, I...we...that is, Gina, Nancy, and me all..." Her cheeks were dark red, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that there had been a threesome at Gina's house. I won't deny the thought turned me on, but I was curious about how it'd happened.
"Mom!" Summer exclaimed next to me, grabbing her hand. "I didn't know you swung that way."
"I don't, or I didn't... I don't know. Everything is so confused now. When your dad was here, I always knew what to expect. He was cheating on me, but as long as we remained married, he appeared respectable to everyone else, even though we both knew better. Now that he is gone, things have spiraled out of control." She dropped her head into her hands, and Summer gave me a significant look before getting up, and going over to comfort our mother.
'You need to use your switches on her to make her happy,' she thought to me.
'No, I won't manipulate people with them anymore,' I thought right back at her vehemently.
'You're not manipulating her, your helping her. Do it, or I won't help you with the demons.'
I knew the threat was an empty one. She had to help me, or we were all dead. Despite knowing this, I decided to help mom.
If only Lela's people hadn't abandoned us, leaving us as bait for their escape.
I touched Summer's hand, so that any switches I made could only be affected if I was with her. That way I wouldn't be tempted to use them on my own. She already had a happy switch in her, but I decided to throw in a content one and a confident one as well. I could have easily thrown them all fully on, while touching Summer, but decided to move them slowly, so that she wouldn't suspect.
'Good thinking,' Summer sent me. Of course she could sense and see everything I was doing.
My sister was gently stroking mom's back, trying to comfort her, and I could see my switches taking effect. Mom looked up at us, and smiled lightly.
"Thank you, both of you. I don't know why, but being with you two like this has made me feel better. Maybe all I needed to do was talk things through." I smiled at Summer, glad I'd been able to help.
"So how did it happen with you, Nancy, and Gina?" Summer asked, and I was certain mom was going to balk. I guess my switches were fully in effect, however, as she answered without reservation.
"We got to talking about it on the way up. I didn't tell Gina about us, Nick, don't worry." She patted my hand as she said this, but I wondered if Gina would have cared, after the way Summer and her had helped set up the date. "I admitted that I had never been with a woman, and they informed me that I was welcome to join them if I wanted to. At first I wasn't going to, aghast at the thought, but the more I thought about it, the more curious I got. The incest between mother and daughter didn't bother me as much as I thought it should, and when I dropped them off, they asked again. The weather made the perfect excuse, and I came in." She stopped talking then, and looked to her two children. "I can't believe I told you all that, but I seem completely fine by it."
Summer smiled at me, before leaning down and whispering something into mom's ear. Mom pulled away, and looked at her curiously, before shrugging.
'What did you say to her?' I wondered to my sister, but she only smiled at me, making me even more curious, and a little anxious.
Mom then looked back at me for a few seconds, before asking, "I know I said we shouldn't anymore, and last night was really great, but I could really use something only a man has." Then I understood what Summer had asked. Her 'confidence' switch must have taken full effect too, as she reached over before I could answer, and started working at my pants.
I almost stopped her, thinking I had caused this with my switches again, but Summer sent me a message. 'Don't stop this. You helped her out, you didn't make her horny. Let this happen, she needs it.'
Looking at it that way, it was hard to argue, and instead I moaned as mom pulled my stiffening member out, and started sucking on it at the dinner table. Summer came around, and dropped down next to her, and the two women started to swap my cock back and forth, and even kiss each other around my pole. If one set of lips was great, two were phenomenal!
Mom was still sitting in her chair, bent over, and it was easy for me to slip my hands into the front of her shirt, and fondle her larger tits while she sucked on my knob. She moaned softly, as I started to roll her right nipple between my fingers. After a few seconds of this, she pulled back, relinquishing my cock completely to her daughter, and took off her top. She smiled at me lovingly, before standing and dropping her pants and panties as well.
I reached out my arms, and pulled her to me, kissing her soundly on the mouth, and letting my hand drop down to between her legs. She was already wet, and I used her natural juices to lube up my fingers, and rub them vigorously against her clit. She started to shake against me, and cry out into our kiss, as I made her cum quicker than I thought possible. She really must have been needing more than what Gina and Nancy had given her last night, to cum so quickly..
Summer left my cock hanging, the air slightly cool on my saliva soaked rod, and pulled my hand away from our mother. She immediately planted her lips on mom's vagina, and the older woman jumped as she felt her daughter's tongue.
"Oh, Summer. You really know how to do that!" she moaned, breaking our kiss. I stepped away from the two, and knelt behind my sister. Pulling her shirt up and off, I was happy to see she hadn't put on a bra. I removed her pants next, and then sat behind her on the floor, wrapping my legs around her torso, while she went back to eating out our mother. My cock was pressed between us against her back, and I took off my shirt before enfolding my lovely sister in my arms. I brought one hand to her tit, giving it a good firm squeeze, and dropped the other to her crotch. I now had my lovely tanned sister sitting in my lap, gleefully fondling her, while she sucked and licked Mom's pussy.
She was even wetter than our mom, and two of my fingers slipped into her with ease. She started to moan, as she rocked her hips against my hand, and pressed back against my cock. Mom was moaning in earnest now too, and soon came on her daughter's lips. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and she collapsed, barely catching herself on the table.
I stood up, lifting Summer at the same time and setting her off to the side. Mom was still trying to catch her breath, when I slid a couple inches of my penis into her, making the attractive older woman gasp. Her eyes flew open, and her hands went to my chest, as she looked me in the eyes.
"Fuck me with your cock, son. I really need a good screw right now." Her words shocked me, they were so different from the last time we'd made love, and I figured her 'confidence' switch had something to do with it.
I leaned forward until our lips met, and slid a little further into her. Our tongues wrestled, as I went deeper and deeper into my beautiful mother's twat. She was on fire inside, and her hands roamed my chest, as I slid back and forth, until I was fully sheathed in her birth canal, her ass planted firmly on the edge of the table.
"Damn, that is so hot!" I heard Summer exclaim, and I looked up to see her with two fingers in her pussy, and her other hand busily rubbing her clit. For some reason it has always been a massive turn on for me to see a woman masturbate, and I went wild, plunging into our mother while I watched Summer getting herself off on her fingers.
Mom had gone silent, and I tore my eyes away from the alluring sight of my sister, to see that she was having one powerful orgasm after another, due to my pounding. Her vagina was undulating around my cock, and I had to stop moving, or I was going to cum too soon. Instead, to distract myself, I hooked my arms under her armpits, and stood up, lifting her off the table, but keeping us connected.
Mom gasped, as her weight forced her down a little more on me, and her legs squeezed my torso for balance. I started walking us back to her room, knowing that Summer would follow.
Once inside, I turned and allowed myself to fall back on the bed, causing mom to grunt again, as she collapsed on my chest.
"Oh, son. The other night was good, but that was...that was unbelievable." Her breathing was ragged as she rested her head on my chest.
'I agree. Watching you two made me cum pretty hard, also,' Summer thought to me.
"I'm not done yet, mom," I told her, lifting her torso high enough that I could latch onto one of her nipples, while I started moving my hips beneath her.
"Son, I don't...ungh...think I can...ahhhhh...keep...going....oh, fuck!" She cried out, as I felt Summer's tongue lick my balls, and I knew she was pleasing mom too. Mom started to move her hips on her own, moaning and grinding herself against her two loving children. When she came again, it was spectacular. Her whole body locked up, and I could feel her fluids gushing out of her hole, soaking my crotch and Summer's face.
She collapsed to the side, as she tried to recover, and I slipped out of her with a very wet slurping noise. My cock wasn't free for long, before Summer swallowed as much of it as she could, between her lips. She began to hungrily clean my cock and balls of all of Mom's juices, as though she hadn't eaten in weeks.
'I can't believe she got all of your cock in her,' she thought to me. "I'm next," she said out loud, before kissing her way up my body. When our tongues met, I could taste our mother on her, and that made me moan even more as I slipped into her already slippery snatch.
I rolled us away from mom, so that I could be on top, and used long, steady strokes to get as deep as I could into my sister's vaginal cavity. I had her breasts in each hand, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she was tossing her head back and forth as I struck bottom again and again. "Fuck me, Nick. Fuck your sister and make me cum, like you did for Mom!"
Mom must have recovered enough, because suddenly she was right there, kissing Summer soundly on the lips, while her right hand dove to her daughter's clit, and started rubbing. My sister's tight pussy clamped down on me hard as she came, sending me over the edge.
I pulled out just in time, and shot my load across mom's hand, and my sister's stomach. I then watched in amazement as mom broke off kissing her daughter, and started licking my cum off the back of her hand. When that was clean, she started licking up all my jism from Summer's stomach.
"Don't swallow that," Summer piped up breathlessly. "I want some."
Mom sucked up more, and then brought her lips over Summer's. I thought she was just going to dribble some out, but Summer grabbed the back of mom's head, and pulled her down, sucking my seed straight from our mother's lips.
Watching them turned me on so much, I realized I hadn't gone limp. I wanted to be back in mom again, so I crawled behind her, but she stopped me.
"I can't right now, son. Not in that hole. It's been years since I've done it, but I think I would like to have you in my ass." Wow, I thought, her confidence is really high.
"The ass, mom? I've heard of people doing that, but does it really feel good?" Summer asked, curiously.
Mom gave Summer a quick peck on the lips, smiling. "Sweety, some of my best ever orgasms came from anal, but your dad didn't like it. Considering how good your brother has felt in my vagina, I can only imagine what he'll feel like in my ass." She wiggled her behind at me. "What are you waiting for?" She asked me, impatiently.
I didn't waste any more time, and dribbled some spit against her anus. My cock was still plenty lubed up between cum and saliva, so I pressed it against her small brown hole. It took a bit of pressure to get into her colon, but once the head slipped in, I groaned at the delightful feeling of her sphincter sliding down the length of my rod.
"Go slow, son. You're a lot bigger than anyone I've ever had back there, and I feel like you're going to split my ass in two." I nodded, and waited for her to give me the go ahead, before sliding deeper into her colon. "Mmm, that's it. Nice and slow. Gawd, it has been too long. Ahhh, I can feel you so deep inside me."
I was going slow, but it didn't take mom long before she was pushing back against me. I took the hint, and picked up my pace, till the room was filled with the sounds of my hips slapping into her ass, and her moaning loudly.
Summer was playing with herself again, and fondling one of mom's dangling breasts while she watched us, a hungry look in her eyes.
"That's it, son. Fuck your mother's ass. Make me cum hard on your big fucking cock. Yes, yes, yes!" Summer plastered her lips to Mom's as my sister started to cum, and I could feel Mom's tight sphincter grip me as she came right afterwards.
Mom fell forward, pulling herself off of me, as she hungrily made out with Summer.
"Okay, sweety, your turn," mom said softly. I saw a spark of fear in my sister's eyes, but it was replaced by desire as she looked over at me.
"How did it feel for you?" she asked me aloud.
"It felt wonderful," I told her, "but you should be asking mom, not me."
"Mom already told me, and I saw how much she enjoyed it. I want to make sure you enjoy it too." I don't know if I could have ever loved my sister more, than at that point.
"Let me get you ready," mom said, crawling between Summer's legs. "We should give your brother a break."
I watched in delight, as mom lifted Summer's pelvis, and started to lick her ass. This was a sight I'd never imagined, much less thought I'd ever see, as Mom licked around Summer's anus, making my sister moan in delight.
"Mmm, that does feel good, mom. I like the feel of your tongue in my ass." Mom moved her hand up, while simultaneously moving her mouth to her daughter's pussy, and I saw my sister's eyes go wide, as mom slipped a finger into her ass. "Oh, wow! If your finger feels that good, I wonder what his cock will feel like."
"You're going to have to wait a second for that, sweety. I need to stretch you out a little first," mom told her, "and I will need you to relax a little, so that it doesn't hurt," and then went back to licking her daughter's pussy. After a few minutes, mom slipped another finger in, and then another. Summer came hard, moaning and grinding against our mother. "Okay, I think you're ready now."
I was rock hard, and about ready to explode, I was so horny right then. Mom had me lie on my back, while Summer got on top of me. My loving mother gripped my phallus, and aimed it at her daughter's ass. "Okay, Summer, come back slowly, and you will need to be relaxed. If you tense up it will hurt." Summer nodded, as she sucked in her bottom lip, and looked down at me.
'I can't wait to feel you in my ass,' she thought to me. 'I want to have you every way a woman can have a man, till you go back to school.'
I moaned loudly as I felt her brown hole hit my head, and a second later I was in her. Summer froze immediately, and mom kept whispering for her to relax. She did as she was told, and even started sliding her anus down my invading tool.
If her pussy was tight, her colon was even tighter. I couldn't believe how firmly she gripped me, as I felt every centimeter of myself slide deeper and deeper into her.
"Does my ass feel good, Nick?" she asked me, and I couldn't find my voice right then, so I only nodded. "Mmm, it feels good to me too," she moaned as our pelvises finally met. For the first time, my sword was fully sheathed in my sister.
"Good," mom told Summer, "now just take your time, and since you're on top, you can control the pace."
She nodded, and started to rock her hips back and forth. Her eyes grew wide again, and she looked at me in astonishment. "I can feel you in me deeper than ever. I can't believe how good this feels. It hurt a little at first, but now that I'm used to it...I like it!"
I smiled as I placed one hand against her tit, and moved the other to her pussy. I had to angle my hand uncomfortably in order to slip a finger inside her, but her moan when I did it, made the discomfort worth it. She gripped her free breast as she picked up her pace atop me.
Mom crawled over me, and replaced my hand, and I was able to suckle one of Mom's breasts. I moved the hand that had been replaced down to mom's pussy, and despite her earlier protestations, she let me play with her clit, while Summer's moans grew in volume. I couldn't believe I was in my sister's ass, or that my own mother had helped me do this. I was in true incestuous heaven!
"Oh, Gawd! I never knew. I never knew how good this could feel. I love you in my ass, Nick. Oh, Gawd, I'm going to cum, and it's a big one!" Summer started to shake and shudder, and I thought her sphincter was going to pinch my cock off, she got so tight. But at the same time, her colon massaged and writhed around the entire length of my cock, and without any other warning, I started to shoot deep into her ass.
Summer fell over, and mom sat up. I looked at my lovely sister, as she laid there, eyes closed and breathing heavily, a smile lightly gracing her soft lips.
"That must have really been a big one," mom whispered. "I have only passed out twice from an anal orgasm, but they were always the best." Mom gave me a soft kiss, cuddling up to my side. "I think we are going to need to be put on birth control," she said, and this time it was me that smiled.
Despite how early it still was, I was exhausted, and fell asleep, between the two lovely women in my family.
The next couple days were a blur, as we spent most of our time in bed, between one set of legs or another.
It was with a heavy heart that I drove back up north, for New Years. Thankfully the nanites worked at any distance, and I was still able to communicate with my sister, the whole time. Unfortunately, she started by giving me a play by play with mom, and I soon had to pull over, in order to masturbate, before I could continue driving.
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Sorry for another short chapter, but things start to really pick up after this chapter. For more information, check the forum at http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=231610
Hope you're all having a great holiday season, just one note for those that choose not to visit the forum. This is my last series, and there are 21 chapters in it total. I truly hope you enjoy it, and once again, Happy Hollidays!
For some reason the two females seemed to get along just fine, despite being from different species, much less planets.
I don't remember getting back to my mom's house, much less falling asleep.
The front door slamming woke me up. I figured it was just mom finally getting home from up north, and I tried to roll over, but I ran into something.
Or rather, someone.
My eyes flashed open at the same time Summer's did, and we realized the predicament we were in. We were both still naked, and she was in my bed. Panic stricken, we both jumped out of bed. Well, I tried to, but my legs got caught up in the blankets, and I hit the floor with a thud.
My lovely, sweet, beautiful, and sexy sister, tittered at me, and I glared back as I got to my feet. We could hear mom coming down the hallway, and I knew there was no time for her to get out. I pointed to the closet, Summer nodded and jumped in, just in time for my door to creak open.
"Mom!" I protested, standing there naked, and trying to cover myself up.
"Oh, it's not like I haven't seen it—" she cut herself short, as she sniffed a couple times. Her sharp eyes looked deep into me for a few loud heartbeats. She looked around my room, and then back at me, before continuing to talk, her tone dropping to a serious one. "I brought breakfast home. You look like you're feeling better, so get dressed, and, um, tell your sister, too." She turned and closed the door behind her.
I knew Summer and I had been busted, even before we walked out of my room. Summer went straight to hers to get dressed, and I found mom setting out a fast-food breakfast on the table.
'How much trouble do you think we're in?' Summer's words flashed in front of my eyes.
'I don't know,' I told her.
"Mom, I—" her sharp look, locked my tongue up tight.
"We will wait for your sister, and then we can talk," she told me, and from her tone, I knew there was no arguing with her. I wondered how much trouble we were in.
I sat at the table, my heart beating loudly in my throat, and my hands going sweaty while we waited for my sister.
When Summer joined us, Mom was the first to speak, her tone flat and emotionless.
"I knew your dad was cheating on me for years. It hurt, but I had no choice, because if I left him, I knew I would lose everything." Her eyes went back and forth between us as she spoke, as if to make sure we were listening. Part of me felt shame for hurting her, but another part of me said that we weren't an official thing, so it wasn't really cheating. She was my mom, and we could never really be together. "I can't tell you that what you're doing is wrong, or even gross, because of what we've already done, Nick."
I wished she hadn't said that. Summer's eyes grew large as she figured out what mom meant. She hit my arm, and looked at me in shock. "No way! You and mom?" she demanded, and the same words flashed in front of my vision. She was using both in her shock. Despite the extra muscle on my arms, the blow still stung, as did her next words, delivered mentally, 'After everything you've confessed, you still kept this from me?'
"I see you didn't know," mom said, unperturbed. "Yes, dear, after our date, we...well, your brother was quite the gentleman, and treated me better than anyone has in years. I should have stopped it, but couldn't help myself. I didn't know that he would try to get you in bed, too. I'm sorry for the part I played in that, dear; especially with your preference in women."
"But, mom," my sister shot back, "we started the night we found dad cheating on you, so it isn't your fault! I seduced him that afternoon."
Oh boy! I thought. Now everything is coming out. Next thing they'd start talking about Lela and the demons...
Mom looked back and forth between us, and I nodded that it was true. I could see that she was trying to digest this, and she must have come to some sort of conclusion.
"Well, I feel a little better about that. I dunno, less guilty I guess." She drilled me with her eyes again. "Nick, I wanted to talk to you about that night, but haven't had the chance. I guess since all of our secrets are out, now is as good a time as any, though most of what I'd thought is obsolete now."
'We, too, will talk when this is done,' Summer promised me through the nanites, and I felt my heart sink.
"Son, I understand that you have certain...needs, and you certainly helped me out with mine the other night. I have decided that I really don't regret what happened, but we probably shouldn't do it again. What the two of you decide to do is up to you, but I hope you understand that you can never get married or anything." Mom was talking so matter-of-factly, that when she mentioned marriage, Summer and I both spluttered, and I ended up choking on my breakfast.
"Marriage?!?" Summer demanded. "Mom, I love Nick, but I have no intention of MARRYING him!" I nodded that I was in agreement.
'I hope you don't mind,' Summer's words flashed. 'I really like having sex with you, but marriage would be impractical.'
'I agree,' I told her back, glad that we could have this sub-conversation. 'I don't plan on getting married for years to come.'
'What about Gina?' came her response.
'Uhm,' I thought back, thinking about Shanna, but Mom spoke before I could formulate a response.
"Well that's something at least," Mom said, unaware that her two children were talking mind-to-mind.
"Mom," I started to talk, "I am truly sorry I hurt you, like dad did. I didn't think about how it would affect you." I knew how much of a heal that made me sound.
"I know, Nick, and I certainly didn't expect you to be with only me. I knew what you had done with Gina and Nancy, and didn't expect you to stop that either." I cringed as mom mentioned Nancy and Gina. Summer hadn't known about that either.
'I guess you're not so new to incest, after all.' If words could be fire, those would have burned.
'I told you I was perverted,' I thought back at her defensively.
"I guess I really don't know what I expected," mom went on, still oblivious to the other conversation. She was looking at her hands, but after a slight pause, she looked at me curiously. "I guess I should probably be completely honest with you." She took a deep breath, and I wondered what she was going to say. "I stayed up north for more than just the snow. Last night, I...we...that is, Gina, Nancy, and me all..." Her cheeks were dark red, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that there had been a threesome at Gina's house. I won't deny the thought turned me on, but I was curious about how it'd happened.
"Mom!" Summer exclaimed next to me, grabbing her hand. "I didn't know you swung that way."
"I don't, or I didn't... I don't know. Everything is so confused now. When your dad was here, I always knew what to expect. He was cheating on me, but as long as we remained married, he appeared respectable to everyone else, even though we both knew better. Now that he is gone, things have spiraled out of control." She dropped her head into her hands, and Summer gave me a significant look before getting up, and going over to comfort our mother.
'You need to use your switches on her to make her happy,' she thought to me.
'No, I won't manipulate people with them anymore,' I thought right back at her vehemently.
'You're not manipulating her, your helping her. Do it, or I won't help you with the demons.'
I knew the threat was an empty one. She had to help me, or we were all dead. Despite knowing this, I decided to help mom.
If only Lela's people hadn't abandoned us, leaving us as bait for their escape.
I touched Summer's hand, so that any switches I made could only be affected if I was with her. That way I wouldn't be tempted to use them on my own. She already had a happy switch in her, but I decided to throw in a content one and a confident one as well. I could have easily thrown them all fully on, while touching Summer, but decided to move them slowly, so that she wouldn't suspect.
'Good thinking,' Summer sent me. Of course she could sense and see everything I was doing.
My sister was gently stroking mom's back, trying to comfort her, and I could see my switches taking effect. Mom looked up at us, and smiled lightly.
"Thank you, both of you. I don't know why, but being with you two like this has made me feel better. Maybe all I needed to do was talk things through." I smiled at Summer, glad I'd been able to help.
"So how did it happen with you, Nancy, and Gina?" Summer asked, and I was certain mom was going to balk. I guess my switches were fully in effect, however, as she answered without reservation.
"We got to talking about it on the way up. I didn't tell Gina about us, Nick, don't worry." She patted my hand as she said this, but I wondered if Gina would have cared, after the way Summer and her had helped set up the date. "I admitted that I had never been with a woman, and they informed me that I was welcome to join them if I wanted to. At first I wasn't going to, aghast at the thought, but the more I thought about it, the more curious I got. The incest between mother and daughter didn't bother me as much as I thought it should, and when I dropped them off, they asked again. The weather made the perfect excuse, and I came in." She stopped talking then, and looked to her two children. "I can't believe I told you all that, but I seem completely fine by it."
Summer smiled at me, before leaning down and whispering something into mom's ear. Mom pulled away, and looked at her curiously, before shrugging.
'What did you say to her?' I wondered to my sister, but she only smiled at me, making me even more curious, and a little anxious.
Mom then looked back at me for a few seconds, before asking, "I know I said we shouldn't anymore, and last night was really great, but I could really use something only a man has." Then I understood what Summer had asked. Her 'confidence' switch must have taken full effect too, as she reached over before I could answer, and started working at my pants.
I almost stopped her, thinking I had caused this with my switches again, but Summer sent me a message. 'Don't stop this. You helped her out, you didn't make her horny. Let this happen, she needs it.'
Looking at it that way, it was hard to argue, and instead I moaned as mom pulled my stiffening member out, and started sucking on it at the dinner table. Summer came around, and dropped down next to her, and the two women started to swap my cock back and forth, and even kiss each other around my pole. If one set of lips was great, two were phenomenal!
Mom was still sitting in her chair, bent over, and it was easy for me to slip my hands into the front of her shirt, and fondle her larger tits while she sucked on my knob. She moaned softly, as I started to roll her right nipple between my fingers. After a few seconds of this, she pulled back, relinquishing my cock completely to her daughter, and took off her top. She smiled at me lovingly, before standing and dropping her pants and panties as well.
I reached out my arms, and pulled her to me, kissing her soundly on the mouth, and letting my hand drop down to between her legs. She was already wet, and I used her natural juices to lube up my fingers, and rub them vigorously against her clit. She started to shake against me, and cry out into our kiss, as I made her cum quicker than I thought possible. She really must have been needing more than what Gina and Nancy had given her last night, to cum so quickly..
Summer left my cock hanging, the air slightly cool on my saliva soaked rod, and pulled my hand away from our mother. She immediately planted her lips on mom's vagina, and the older woman jumped as she felt her daughter's tongue.
"Oh, Summer. You really know how to do that!" she moaned, breaking our kiss. I stepped away from the two, and knelt behind my sister. Pulling her shirt up and off, I was happy to see she hadn't put on a bra. I removed her pants next, and then sat behind her on the floor, wrapping my legs around her torso, while she went back to eating out our mother. My cock was pressed between us against her back, and I took off my shirt before enfolding my lovely sister in my arms. I brought one hand to her tit, giving it a good firm squeeze, and dropped the other to her crotch. I now had my lovely tanned sister sitting in my lap, gleefully fondling her, while she sucked and licked Mom's pussy.
She was even wetter than our mom, and two of my fingers slipped into her with ease. She started to moan, as she rocked her hips against my hand, and pressed back against my cock. Mom was moaning in earnest now too, and soon came on her daughter's lips. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and she collapsed, barely catching herself on the table.
I stood up, lifting Summer at the same time and setting her off to the side. Mom was still trying to catch her breath, when I slid a couple inches of my penis into her, making the attractive older woman gasp. Her eyes flew open, and her hands went to my chest, as she looked me in the eyes.
"Fuck me with your cock, son. I really need a good screw right now." Her words shocked me, they were so different from the last time we'd made love, and I figured her 'confidence' switch had something to do with it.
I leaned forward until our lips met, and slid a little further into her. Our tongues wrestled, as I went deeper and deeper into my beautiful mother's twat. She was on fire inside, and her hands roamed my chest, as I slid back and forth, until I was fully sheathed in her birth canal, her ass planted firmly on the edge of the table.
"Damn, that is so hot!" I heard Summer exclaim, and I looked up to see her with two fingers in her pussy, and her other hand busily rubbing her clit. For some reason it has always been a massive turn on for me to see a woman masturbate, and I went wild, plunging into our mother while I watched Summer getting herself off on her fingers.
Mom had gone silent, and I tore my eyes away from the alluring sight of my sister, to see that she was having one powerful orgasm after another, due to my pounding. Her vagina was undulating around my cock, and I had to stop moving, or I was going to cum too soon. Instead, to distract myself, I hooked my arms under her armpits, and stood up, lifting her off the table, but keeping us connected.
Mom gasped, as her weight forced her down a little more on me, and her legs squeezed my torso for balance. I started walking us back to her room, knowing that Summer would follow.
Once inside, I turned and allowed myself to fall back on the bed, causing mom to grunt again, as she collapsed on my chest.
"Oh, son. The other night was good, but that was...that was unbelievable." Her breathing was ragged as she rested her head on my chest.
'I agree. Watching you two made me cum pretty hard, also,' Summer thought to me.
"I'm not done yet, mom," I told her, lifting her torso high enough that I could latch onto one of her nipples, while I started moving my hips beneath her.
"Son, I don't...ungh...think I can...ahhhhh...keep...going....oh, fuck!" She cried out, as I felt Summer's tongue lick my balls, and I knew she was pleasing mom too. Mom started to move her hips on her own, moaning and grinding herself against her two loving children. When she came again, it was spectacular. Her whole body locked up, and I could feel her fluids gushing out of her hole, soaking my crotch and Summer's face.
She collapsed to the side, as she tried to recover, and I slipped out of her with a very wet slurping noise. My cock wasn't free for long, before Summer swallowed as much of it as she could, between her lips. She began to hungrily clean my cock and balls of all of Mom's juices, as though she hadn't eaten in weeks.
'I can't believe she got all of your cock in her,' she thought to me. "I'm next," she said out loud, before kissing her way up my body. When our tongues met, I could taste our mother on her, and that made me moan even more as I slipped into her already slippery snatch.
I rolled us away from mom, so that I could be on top, and used long, steady strokes to get as deep as I could into my sister's vaginal cavity. I had her breasts in each hand, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she was tossing her head back and forth as I struck bottom again and again. "Fuck me, Nick. Fuck your sister and make me cum, like you did for Mom!"
Mom must have recovered enough, because suddenly she was right there, kissing Summer soundly on the lips, while her right hand dove to her daughter's clit, and started rubbing. My sister's tight pussy clamped down on me hard as she came, sending me over the edge.
I pulled out just in time, and shot my load across mom's hand, and my sister's stomach. I then watched in amazement as mom broke off kissing her daughter, and started licking my cum off the back of her hand. When that was clean, she started licking up all my jism from Summer's stomach.
"Don't swallow that," Summer piped up breathlessly. "I want some."
Mom sucked up more, and then brought her lips over Summer's. I thought she was just going to dribble some out, but Summer grabbed the back of mom's head, and pulled her down, sucking my seed straight from our mother's lips.
Watching them turned me on so much, I realized I hadn't gone limp. I wanted to be back in mom again, so I crawled behind her, but she stopped me.
"I can't right now, son. Not in that hole. It's been years since I've done it, but I think I would like to have you in my ass." Wow, I thought, her confidence is really high.
"The ass, mom? I've heard of people doing that, but does it really feel good?" Summer asked, curiously.
Mom gave Summer a quick peck on the lips, smiling. "Sweety, some of my best ever orgasms came from anal, but your dad didn't like it. Considering how good your brother has felt in my vagina, I can only imagine what he'll feel like in my ass." She wiggled her behind at me. "What are you waiting for?" She asked me, impatiently.
I didn't waste any more time, and dribbled some spit against her anus. My cock was still plenty lubed up between cum and saliva, so I pressed it against her small brown hole. It took a bit of pressure to get into her colon, but once the head slipped in, I groaned at the delightful feeling of her sphincter sliding down the length of my rod.
"Go slow, son. You're a lot bigger than anyone I've ever had back there, and I feel like you're going to split my ass in two." I nodded, and waited for her to give me the go ahead, before sliding deeper into her colon. "Mmm, that's it. Nice and slow. Gawd, it has been too long. Ahhh, I can feel you so deep inside me."
I was going slow, but it didn't take mom long before she was pushing back against me. I took the hint, and picked up my pace, till the room was filled with the sounds of my hips slapping into her ass, and her moaning loudly.
Summer was playing with herself again, and fondling one of mom's dangling breasts while she watched us, a hungry look in her eyes.
"That's it, son. Fuck your mother's ass. Make me cum hard on your big fucking cock. Yes, yes, yes!" Summer plastered her lips to Mom's as my sister started to cum, and I could feel Mom's tight sphincter grip me as she came right afterwards.
Mom fell forward, pulling herself off of me, as she hungrily made out with Summer.
"Okay, sweety, your turn," mom said softly. I saw a spark of fear in my sister's eyes, but it was replaced by desire as she looked over at me.
"How did it feel for you?" she asked me aloud.
"It felt wonderful," I told her, "but you should be asking mom, not me."
"Mom already told me, and I saw how much she enjoyed it. I want to make sure you enjoy it too." I don't know if I could have ever loved my sister more, than at that point.
"Let me get you ready," mom said, crawling between Summer's legs. "We should give your brother a break."
I watched in delight, as mom lifted Summer's pelvis, and started to lick her ass. This was a sight I'd never imagined, much less thought I'd ever see, as Mom licked around Summer's anus, making my sister moan in delight.
"Mmm, that does feel good, mom. I like the feel of your tongue in my ass." Mom moved her hand up, while simultaneously moving her mouth to her daughter's pussy, and I saw my sister's eyes go wide, as mom slipped a finger into her ass. "Oh, wow! If your finger feels that good, I wonder what his cock will feel like."
"You're going to have to wait a second for that, sweety. I need to stretch you out a little first," mom told her, "and I will need you to relax a little, so that it doesn't hurt," and then went back to licking her daughter's pussy. After a few minutes, mom slipped another finger in, and then another. Summer came hard, moaning and grinding against our mother. "Okay, I think you're ready now."
I was rock hard, and about ready to explode, I was so horny right then. Mom had me lie on my back, while Summer got on top of me. My loving mother gripped my phallus, and aimed it at her daughter's ass. "Okay, Summer, come back slowly, and you will need to be relaxed. If you tense up it will hurt." Summer nodded, as she sucked in her bottom lip, and looked down at me.
'I can't wait to feel you in my ass,' she thought to me. 'I want to have you every way a woman can have a man, till you go back to school.'
I moaned loudly as I felt her brown hole hit my head, and a second later I was in her. Summer froze immediately, and mom kept whispering for her to relax. She did as she was told, and even started sliding her anus down my invading tool.
If her pussy was tight, her colon was even tighter. I couldn't believe how firmly she gripped me, as I felt every centimeter of myself slide deeper and deeper into her.
"Does my ass feel good, Nick?" she asked me, and I couldn't find my voice right then, so I only nodded. "Mmm, it feels good to me too," she moaned as our pelvises finally met. For the first time, my sword was fully sheathed in my sister.
"Good," mom told Summer, "now just take your time, and since you're on top, you can control the pace."
She nodded, and started to rock her hips back and forth. Her eyes grew wide again, and she looked at me in astonishment. "I can feel you in me deeper than ever. I can't believe how good this feels. It hurt a little at first, but now that I'm used to it...I like it!"
I smiled as I placed one hand against her tit, and moved the other to her pussy. I had to angle my hand uncomfortably in order to slip a finger inside her, but her moan when I did it, made the discomfort worth it. She gripped her free breast as she picked up her pace atop me.
Mom crawled over me, and replaced my hand, and I was able to suckle one of Mom's breasts. I moved the hand that had been replaced down to mom's pussy, and despite her earlier protestations, she let me play with her clit, while Summer's moans grew in volume. I couldn't believe I was in my sister's ass, or that my own mother had helped me do this. I was in true incestuous heaven!
"Oh, Gawd! I never knew. I never knew how good this could feel. I love you in my ass, Nick. Oh, Gawd, I'm going to cum, and it's a big one!" Summer started to shake and shudder, and I thought her sphincter was going to pinch my cock off, she got so tight. But at the same time, her colon massaged and writhed around the entire length of my cock, and without any other warning, I started to shoot deep into her ass.
Summer fell over, and mom sat up. I looked at my lovely sister, as she laid there, eyes closed and breathing heavily, a smile lightly gracing her soft lips.
"That must have really been a big one," mom whispered. "I have only passed out twice from an anal orgasm, but they were always the best." Mom gave me a soft kiss, cuddling up to my side. "I think we are going to need to be put on birth control," she said, and this time it was me that smiled.
Despite how early it still was, I was exhausted, and fell asleep, between the two lovely women in my family.
The next couple days were a blur, as we spent most of our time in bed, between one set of legs or another.
It was with a heavy heart that I drove back up north, for New Years. Thankfully the nanites worked at any distance, and I was still able to communicate with my sister, the whole time. Unfortunately, she started by giving me a play by play with mom, and I soon had to pull over, in order to masturbate, before I could continue driving.
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Sorry for another short chapter, but things start to really pick up after this chapter. For more information, check the forum at http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=231610
Hope you're all having a great holiday season, just one note for those that choose not to visit the forum. This is my last series, and there are 21 chapters in it total. I truly hope you enjoy it, and once again, Happy Hollidays!
Training a Ha'tinre (4)
Author's note:
Next part of Shime's story. She's so confused. And she's very naughty. As for Higzashi, wouldn't you be a cold jackass if you had to watch everyone you loved wither away and die from old age while you stayed young? So don't hate him too much.
Shime was learning how to eat her food slowly. It was a challenge, but when she ate her food so fast, she'd have to sit there and wait for Higzashi to finish, and he liked to take his time. She would always fidget and he'd chide her teasingly about it. After another week, she was starting to eat much more slowly. She found she felt better when she did.
"I think I have an idea for today's training," he told her as they ate breakfast.
Shime glanced up at him. Her eagerness was most endearing. He smiled as her leg started to bounce rapidly under the table in excitement. "What's that?"
He grinned in amusement. "You'll see when we're finished with our food. And wolfing it down like that isn't going to make me eat any faster." Shime pouted, which made Higzashi laugh. He waved his spoon at her. "You should be aware, I raised twin daughters, I know that trick all too well. It does not work on me."
Giggling, Shime drank her juice. "Where are your daughters, Master Higzashi?"
Higzashi suddenly seemed thoughtful. Then he seemed sad. "I'm not entirely sure. Last I had heard of them, they had joined the Torak Lakus. I told them I didn't approve. We had an argument, and they haven't spoken to me since."
Shime looked down at her food. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up sad memories."
Again Higzashi waved his spoon at her. "Quit that or I'll be forced to torture you again."
For some reason, that made her laugh. She looked at him from under her long lashes. "Sorry." She stuck the tip of her cute pink tongue out at him.
Higzashi had a massive grin on his face. He knew her game. "Alright, little one. Let's make a deal. If you can complete the task I have in mind for you by a certain time, then I'll be entirely at your command for the rest of the night."
Shime stared at him wide eyed. "Really?" He nodded, a wry grin showing one of his fangs. "Anything I want?" Again he nodded.
"However, the same goes for you if you are unable to complete the task. Then you'll be entirely at my command. Do you think that's fair?" He started to eat his food again, watching her closely.
She smiled. "I think I like the thought of you being under my control." She stuck her tongue out at him again teasingly. He chuckled and continued eating. Of course Shime was finished long before him, but she sat back, giggling childishly to herself as she thought of all that she could make Higzashi do. Thus far, her training had been learning to fight and gaining more endurance. She was already getting better with her running. She wasn't nearly as winded as she had been the first time Higzashi had made her run around the house.
Finally, Higzashi was finished with his meal. After putting away the dishes, he led Shime to the end of the village. There was a long house she had heard no one lived in. It was for training purposes. Now, they stood at the door. There were several locks on the door. Higzashi stopped, a smug look on his face. "There's a maze in there, and at the end there is a prize. There are plenty of dead ends and false rooms. The whole place is trapped. The goal is to get the prize without setting off a single trap." He chuckled at her expression.
"How... how do I do that?" She suddenly didn't feel so confident.
"Most of them are motion detectors and lasors. If you can avoid them, you can get through without a hitch. However, I will know if you set one off. They are very loud. There are also cameras that you have to avoid being seen, doors you have to unlock, and weight sensors in the floor." He handed her a small tool. "This is for picking the locks. Everything you need to get through the house undetected is in there, you just have to use that wonderful mind of yours and problem solve."
She gulped. "How long do I have?"
"Six hours." He chuckled at her. "Most of the other students take that long on their fifth attempt. Time starts when you get the front door open without setting off the alarm."
Shime pursed her lips, glancing at the door. Then she got an idea. She muttered a few words under her breath. A pleased look crossed her face when all three locks clicked at once.
Higzashi glared at her. She felt his hand cuff her on the back of her head, making her squeak in surprise. She looked at his disapproving eyes, suddenly ashamed of herself. "Magic use is forbidden in this test, Shime. Don't do that again."
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, looking down. "I'm sorry, Master Higzashi."
He shook his head. "No need to be sorry. Just don't do it again." He went to the door, locking it again before stepping down and standing near her again. "So, our deal still stands?" She seemed disheartened by his scolding so he thought to cheer her by reminding her what was at stake.
"I'd rather try to fight Master Valenis again," she mumbled mostly to herself. Higzashi had not lied about the fighting prowess of the Vorishki. No matter how many times she'd tried to fight him, she had never even managed to get a blow in.
Higzashi came up beside her, his body brushing against hers. She gasped when she felt his hand grab her ass teasingly. "Don't you want me to be entirely under your control for a whole night?" he rumbled in her ear. He snickered when she glanced up at him.
"You'll be too tired to train me tomorrow!" With that, she stomped over to the door.
"Have fun, then!" Higzashi waved, chuckling to himself as he walked away, heading to the training field where the boys were jogging around. He stood at the edge of the field for awhile.
Jabis had recovered from Shime's torture spell. He was wary around Shime now, keeping his mouth shut. He was Malorisk's student, but Higzashi was starting to think the boy would not be a good candidate for the final test. He was so very arrogant. Someone who thought they were better than the test never passed it. It was targetted to an individual's mental state more so than their physical abilities. That took a little longer to train. A Ha'trin could not be considered fully fledged for at least 5 years. Some took longer, but never less. Ha'tinre had a similar training time. They had to learn all their spells, counter spells, prove that they are cruel enough, violent enough, cold blooded enough to accept the magic that would keep them in the service of the Ha'tinre order for the rest of their lives. There was no leaving the Ha'tinre, unlike the Ha'trin. Amongst the Ha'tinre, retirement was a knife in the gut. Once you were too old to fight back, you were disposed of. And there was no option to hide. They could track their own, no matter where.
Higzashi sighed. He knew he had taken a risk in keeping Shime here, but his gamble had paid off. Tarnrax wouldn't have bothered tracking her down. He had his own clan to torment, and what would it matter to him if Shime was captured by Ha'trin? Hell, what would it matter to him if she became a Ha'trin? Just one more reason he could consider her weak and try to kill her. And no doubt he would enjoy killing her, probably slowly.
The thought made Higzashi's skin crawl. He was jaded, but he wasn't cruel or cold blooded. After finding his first mate dead in their home, and watching his next two grow old and wither away, he just couldn't allow his heart to break anymore. After that, he kept his heart closed, but had learned how to fool his mates into thinking he loved them. His offspring, though, they were different. They would hopefully outlive him. He found his mind wandering to his daughters. He had enjoyed raising the twin girls. He prayed that wherever they were, they would be safe. He had to smile, hoping that he'd get the chance to raise another girl.
"Where's Shime?"
Higzashi shook his head, turning to Denzin. "In the trap house."
His son glanced toward the long house. "How long she been in there?"
Glancing up at the sun, Higzashi grinned. "I'd say about an hour."
"This her first time in there?" Denzin sounded shocked.
Higzashi nodded with a chuckle. "I was certain she'd make it through at least half of it. She's got quite the brain in that innocent little skull of hers."
Denzin made an amused sound, causing Higzashi to glance at him quizzically. "She's got one hell of a dirty mind, if you ask me," he snickered.
Higzashi raised a brow. "Oh? Does she?" He turned away when Denzin suddenly seemed nervous. "I only brought her here just three weeks ago and already she's turned into a seductress." His tone then became teasing when he glanced at his son again. "I knew I needed to be careful letting you two spend time together."
"Hey now. You think I'd go pissing in your territory?" Denzin frowned.
"Interesting choice of words, but no, I don't think you would," Higzashi said, glancing at him with narrowed eyes. "Shime is not my territory. She's Ha'tinre, and among them the females are not monogamous, nor are they so scared of their men as they appear to be with Tarnrax. It's uncommon for a male to even be the Grand Master of a Ha'tinre clan." Again Higzashi glanced at his son, this time with a solemn expression. "It doesn't matter to me whether you are developing feelings for her or not. You were the one who expressed concerns for not making her an enemy greater than the one we're facing and that's exactly what I'm ensuring. However, if you go sticking your nose and other parts of your anatomy into my plan, you may confuse her and disrupt my carefully laid out strategy. So I would suggest you think about your actions."
Denzin sneered at him. "I take it back. You aren't nearly as nice as I thought. But arguing over your schemes is not why I came to talk to you. Eldris still hasn't returned from his mission. I'm starting to think one of the Ha'tinre got him."
"Wasn't he suppose to protect some kind of amulet or trinket? It had magical properties, if I recall what the informant told me," Higzashi responded thoughtfully.
Denzin shrugged. "I just know he's been gone longer than the contract called for and he hasn't contacted us at all."
Before Higzashi could respond, there was a loud siren from the trap house. Grinning, Higzashi turned to head toward it. "We'll discuss that later. But looks like I win," he snickered. "She got a good way through, though. I have no doubt if she was allowed to use her magic she'd've made it all the way through."
"Wait, what do you win?" Denzin blinked in surprise.
Higzashi snickered again, walking away as Shime came stumbling out the front door of the trap house. She looked terribly chagrin. "Whatever I want," he called back to Denzin, leaving it at that.
He didn't see the contempt on Denzin's face or hear him mutter, "bastard." Then Denzin turned on his heel, heading back to his own house.
"Can't I try again?" Shime asked hopefully, following Higzashi back to the house.
He snickered. "Eventually. But you can only try once a day. Things have to be rearranged so it's not the same the next time you go in. The objective is to be able to get around all methods of detection, whether primative or sophisticated." He held the door open for Shime, allowing her to enter. When she sighed, he patted her shoulder. "It's still early in the day. The deal was for the evening, little one." He grinned teasingly at her when she glanced up at him.
"Then what are we going to do the rest of the day?" She stepped into the house.
Once he'd closed the door, Higzashi turned her to look at him. His expression was soft. "You and I are going to work on your fears." His voice was gentle, and so were his hands as he took hers, holding them up between them.
"What?" Shime looked up into his eyes, baffled.
"Do you remember your... flashback the second day you were here?" Slowly, Shime nodded. "I thought it would be a good time to work on the trigger for that. It occurred when I grabbed your wrists and held them over your head. You had the same kind of panic when I first held your wrists to chain them down. Having that kind of fear certainly isn't helpful if you find yourself in an unarmed fight."
He could feel Shime's body start to tremble. She stared down at their hands. Her palms lay against his. His skin was warm, his voice reassuring. "We can go slowly. There's no need to rush or feel pressured. If you feel it's too much, just tell me to stop. Are you willing to do this? It will help get that madman out of your head."
With a deep breath, Shime nodded. She felt Higzashi's hands slowly start to move, running his fingertips against her palms. Then they moved up, running along her wrists. It felt good, not threatening as she had always felt whenever Tarnrax had even gotten near enough to snatch her as he normally had.
Higzashi moved gradually, taking his time. He was waiting for her to relax, to stop looking so expectantly at his hands. She was no doubt waiting for the pain she had been so accustomed to. So he slid his fingers up along her arm, then down again along her wrists and palm. He knew this couldn't be hurried. It also couldn't be done in just one session. But, as long as they at least started, she could heal faster. It would do neither her nor anyone else involved any good if she froze up and reverted back to her terrified state if she were facing Tarnrax and he happened to get ahold of her.
"Remember," he said softly, "you can tell me to stop anytime." She nodded, glancing up at him.
Carefully, Higzashi wrapped his hands around her wrists. It was a loose grip, without any pressure. Shime stared at his hands, trying to keep her breathing steady. It wasn't Tarnrax holding her, she told herself over and over. It was Master Higzashi, he wasn't going to hurt her. Higzashi was watching her face closely. He was looking for any sign of distress so he could back off before she got to the point of telling him to stop.
Slowly, he moved her arms by his light grip on her wrists. First, he kept their arms low, moving her arms apart then close together. Gradually, he lifted her arms. The process was slow, his eyes always on her. They finally got to shoulder height. He noticed her heavy gulp, her breathing quicken. He brought their arms down again, waiting for her to calm down. When she seemed stable again, he brought their arms up. He held her wrists up in front of her face.
"You see, little one, no harm comes from this." His voice was low and gentle. "All that you remember, they are memories. They're in the past. None of what happened can harm you again, not unless you let them. Tarnrax is far away. Here, you're safe from him physically. You are the one allowing him to keep tormenting you in your head."
Shime blinked a few times, trying to prevent herself from crying. "I remember so much," she whimpered.
Higzashi placed her hands together in front of her face, making her glance up at him. "Do not remember those times as moments of weakness and pain. Think of them as the times you proved your strength by not breaking."
With a gulp, Shime nodded. Slowly, Higzashi raised her arms over her head. Once her elbows were past her shoulders, though, he saw the fear flash in her eyes. She jerked back, whimpering, "Stop! Please stop!"
Higzashi released her immediately. Shime lowered her arms, placing her face in her hands as she backed away, leaning back against the table. She felt Higzashi hold her tightly, letting her sob. She felt his large hand stroking her long hair. She'd started tying it back into a loose tail.
A few minutes went by before she heard Higzashi's pleasant, soft voice. "Tell me what went through your mind when I did that, little one."
Sniffling, Shime glanced up at him. "I... I remember when... when Tarnrax chained me. He would chain me up and...." She couldn't keep talking, her whole body wracked with sobs. Higzashi held her tightly, letting her cry. She could not heal if she kept it pent up.
By the time she had told him of the things Tarnrax had done to her, it was growing late. Higzashi listened to her intently, a slow anger building in him. If he thought he could get close enough to Tarnrax himself, he would do it. But he knew the likelihood of Tarnrax dropping his guard enough for a Ha'trin to get near him was very unlikely.
Shime was exhausted by the time she had gotten out her grief. Higzashi made them dinner and then told her to go to bed.
"What about our deal?" she asked softly.
Higzashi shook his head. "Don't worry about it, dear heart. I was using it more to get you motivated."
"Oh." Shime shrugged, standing to go into the bedroom.
Higzashi pursed his lips, staring at her with a burning gaze. "Don't tease, little one."
Raising her brow, Shime shrugged again. She stood at the door of the bedroom looking back at him. "That's not teasing, Master Higzashi." Then her eyelids lowered in a seductive expression. That enticing tongue slipped from her lips, licking sexually along her hand and fingers that were resting on the frame of the doorway, watching Higzashi's expression with satisfaction. "That's teasing," she stated with a quick flash of her teeth. "Good night."
Higzashi had to take a deep breath, trying to calm his raging hormones. He usually didn't have trouble with that, but something about Shime set him on fire, and he found it difficult to concentrate around her. After a few moments, though, he decided he would find out if she was just ruffling his feathers or if she was serious about spending the rest of the evening enjoying each other.
When he peered into the room, Shime lay in the middle of the bed on her stomach, the blanket only reaching her thighs, leaving her perfectly rounded ass for his eyes to feast on. A slow, sadistic grin split his face. She was definitely well versed in the art of seduction.
Without hesitation, Higzashi removed his clothing, moving silently. He slid into the bed with Shime, his hand caressing her smooth back. His lips followed suit, feathering kisses over her back and shoulders. He smiled when she squirmed. She was pretending to be trying to sleep, and he knew it. "Do not think I would let you get away with such a show," he rumbled into her ear. His hand slid over her down to her rump, squeezing the firm flesh, making her gasp a little.
"But, Master Higzashi," she whined softly, "you told me to go to bed."
"And that's exactly where you are, little one," he purred hotly in her ear. "In my bed."
She turned her head to look up at him. "Do you like having me in your bed?"
With a grin, Higzashi pressed his hard length against her side. "Does that answer your question, dear heart?" Shime smiled slyly. With a chuckle, Higzashi kissed along her spine. "You are dangerous, dear one."
"I'm the snake in the bed, remember?" she giggled childishly.
For a second Higzashi paused, recalling his comments about her. Before he could blink, she pounced on him, straddling his hip. She grinned down at him. "You look surprised, Master Higzashi," she said silkily.
He had to take a breath to calm his pounding heart. Closing his eyes a moment, he let Shime lower her body over him, her lips kissing around his throat as she rubbed her opening against his length. Then Higzashi laughed, running his fingers through Shime's hair that tickled his broad furry chest. "Because you are full of surprises, my dear," he said breathily.
Shime smiled down at him. "Is that good?"
Higzashi grinned as he drew her down to a kiss. "It's perfect."
As he kissed her fiercely, he moved his hips, impaling Shime. She gasped against his lips, her whole body shuddering. His hands traveled down her soft, silky body, resting on her hips as he helped her with the pace. Shime was soon lost to the sensation, riding him easily.
Higzashi watched her lithe body move and grind, smiling when she brought herself to climax on him. But in the back of his mind, a nagging little voice told him that he had to tread carefully. She was learning to be even better than he had intended. However, for right now, she was still too innocent to think to use her abilities for killing. She truly had turned into quite a seductress, and Higzashi didn't mind in the slightest.
Again, Shime shuddered, her eyes rolling back with a moan. Grinning, Higzashi reached up and pressed lightly against her neck. The resulting extra dose of endorphins caused Shime to cry out, her body wracked with convulsions in an orgasm more intense than any she'd had yet.
When it finally passed, Shime leaned over him, panting heavily, her head hanging down, her whole body left weak in it's wake. She heard him chuckle at her. Then he slapped her ass, making her yelp in surprise. "I didn't say you could stop, dear heart," he purred.
"I... I can't..." Shime panted, looking down at him.
"What happened to making me too tired to train you tomorrow, hmmm?" he teased.
With a groan, Shime let her arms give out, sinking down to lay on top of Higzashi. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it out of his way as he peered down at her. Her face and chest were flushed brightly in her arousal. "Don't tell me you're done," he spoke softly as he caressed her. When all he got was a quiet moan, he chuckled. "Mind if I finish?"
She peered up at him sleepily. "You did win the bet, Master Higzashi."
"True," he admitted, though he sat up slightly to kiss her sweaty forehead. "But I'm a Jrahkel. I'm no good at bossing around women."
Shime giggled. "You boss me around just fine."
Higzashi growled, turning them suddenly. "Very well, little one. If you want to play it like that!"
Shime moaned loudly as he started to stroke within her, lifting her long legs and placing them over his shoulders. He leaned over her, kissing her hard. His fingers intertwined with hers, pushing her hands to the bed, leaving her helpless to his powerful desire. After he felt her body tighten and gyrate a few more times, he allowed himself the luxury to relieve his burden.
Rolling off her, Higzashi tried to catch his breath, feeling Shime snuggle up to his side. She was almost immediately asleep. He smiled, turning to her, holding her close to his body.
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Mornings were all the same. Wake up with the sun, stretch, a quick jog around the town, a little bit of a workout, and then breakfast.
Shime stretched next to Higzashi, making certain her legs were nice and loose. Nearby, she could hear Valenis laugh. She glanced over at the giant. He was speaking with Denzin. Even bent in half, Valenis was taller than anyone else there.
She had discovered that the Vorishki's third eye was not connected to the other two. It could move on its own, keep a lookout even while the other two would be focused on something else. And that third eye noticed her looking at him. He turned and smiled at her. "Good morning, Shime. How are you this fine cool day?"
Shime smiled. "Feeling like I could win a race!"
Denzin laughed. "I think we're all smart enough not to race you, Shime."
She pouted. Valenis chuckled. "I think I could give you a little bit of a challenge. I have never raced a Zaz before, so why don't we see if I can keep up?"
Now Shime beamed. "OK!"
Higzashi glanced between them with a raised brow. "This should be an interesting show."
The other Ha'trin agreed, standing aside to allow the two to come forward. Valenis used his two thick toes to draw a line in the ground. "We will start and end here. Let's say, three laps. Sound good to you, Shime?"
Grinning ear to ear, Shime nodded, standing at the line. She bowed forward, her legs stretched back in anticipation of running. Higzashi raised his hand. "No cheating, Valenis," he said, glaring at the giant.
"I do not cheat. I just tip the odds into my favor," Valenis chuckled.
Rolling his eyes, Higzashi lowered his hand. His hand never got the chance to make it all the way down before they were both gone, a gust of air the only indication they'd ever been there at all. The other Ha'trin laughed, finding this to grand entertainment. They had come to accept Shime and found her amusing.
There was another gust of air in only a couple of minutes. They barely caught a glimpse of Shime's ponytail as she easily dodged through people, making a show of her newfound agility and atheletism. Soon behind her was Valenis, already lagging behind.
Once again they went around. A few minutes again and Shime stopped just short of the line Valenis had made. Though she panted, she crossed her arms and looked up at the sky as if impatient. "I wonder where he went?"
"That's so not nice," Denzin laughed. "Valenis is getting old. You shouldn't tease him like that."
"Old, maybe." Valenis slowed and stopped near Shime, peering down at her cautiously. "But I don't lose."
"Oh?" Shime turned to step over the line. Something caught her foot and jerked her back. Off balanced, she fell over. Valenis' hoof-like, two-toed feet strode past her over the line.
"Should not taunt your enemies, small one. While you're busy gloating, they're busy plotting your demise." Valenis laughed, stretching out his legs again.
Shime picked herself up from the ground, glaring up at the giant. "That was cheating!"
"That was putting the odds in my favor," Valenis snickered.
Higzashi laughed. "That was impressive. Now I think you two can wait around while the rest of us get in our exercise." With that, the others turned away and jogged off.
"I'm going to go eat," Valenis stated as he stood up and headed for his home. "I have not run like that since I was on my homeworld. I fear the gravity here is not kind to me."
Standing alone, Shime let out a deep breath. She wandered over to the obsticle course out of bordom. Picking up one of the sticks that served as the practicing swords, she swung it around absently.
"Careful how you swing that."
Shime whipped around, swinging her stick. Denzin caught it in his hand easily. He smiled at her.
"Aren't you suppose to be running, too?" Shime asked, holding onto her stick.
Denzin shrugged. "I think I'm in good enough shape that I don't have to bother with it every single day."
Shime snorted, grinning at him. "You think so?"
"Don't go getting haughty, kid," Denzin laughed. He suddenly jerked the stick, catching her off guard. She stumbled forward, trying to stop herself. Instead, she found herself in Denzin's arms. He helped her get her feet back under her. She glanced up at him with a sneer. There was a soft expression in his eyes before he laughed. "See? Told you."
Again Shime snorted. "You caught me off guard!"
"Then don't ever be off your guard." Shime found herself pressed up against the climbing wall, Denzin's strong body preventing her from escaping. He grinned at her surprised expression. "Did it again."
Shime suddenly smiled seductively. She pressed her body against his, her face leaning forward to nuzzle against his throat. Denzin was frozen in place, stunned by this abrupt change. He didn't have the time to contemplate what was going on before he felt something hot and moist slither into his ear.
Shime guffawed when Denzin leapt back with a cry of disgust, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably as he dug at his ear to stop the sensation. "Now who dropped their guard?"
If he hadn't been so busy being entirely grossed out by a tongue in his ear, Denzin might have thought to pursue the matter. Instead, he shook his head violently, his line of feathers rustling in displeasure.
"What are two doing?" As always, Higzashi's approach was silent and startling.
After Shime jumped and glanced at him, she giggled and pointed at Denzin. "I licked his ear again, Master Higzashi. Just for good measure."
Denzin growled as he twisted his finger in his ear. "That is truly the most disgusting thing I've ever felt in all my life."
His father chuckled at him. "I would have thought you'd've learned your lesson the first time, son."
"He needed a reminder of why I'm better!" Shime piped, grinning in amusement.
"Better?" Denzin sneered. "I wouldn't go that far. Crafty Ha'tinre, for sure."
After a little laughing, Higzashi glanced between them. "Well, since I have you two here, I just thought I'd let you know I was going to go out and see if I can't find Eldris. Taking Valenis with me. So that means that you are going to be in charge of Shime's training until I get back."
Shime blinked and looked up Higzashi. "How long will you be gone?"
He shrugged. "Anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks. Depends on how long it takes to find out what happened to our brethren. So I expect you two to be on your best behavior." He glared pointedly at Denzin.
"I'm always good!" Shime giggled.
"Ha! Good at being evil!" Denzin half snarled, half grinned.
Higzashi rolled his eyes. "Do not make me regret my decision. Now come, little one. I don't leave until tomorrow, which means we still have some training to do today."
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Denzin patted Shime on the side of the face, grinning down at her. "Still forgetting to keep up your guard."
Shime squirmed against him, but he had her in the dirt too well. They had only said good bye to Higzashi not more than a few minutes ago and already Denzin was enjoying himself far too much.
"That's not fair! You didn't tell me we were going to fight!" she growled.
"Tell me, Ha'tinre, would you warn me that you were about to attack me?" He snickered at her.
With a snarl, Shime lifted her legs, kicking her feet along Denzin's back. Again he laughed at her. Even though she knew it'd do no good, Shime muttered words of magic out of frustration. Denzin just shook his head with that arrogant expression of his. "Tsk, tsk, Shime. You should know better."
Despite his teasing tone, he finally stood up off her, pulling Shime to her feet. Rising so fast, Shime nearly lost her balance, holding Denzin for support. He smiled mockingly at her. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy."
"There's not much nice about you!" she retorted.
"Oh, well, in that case, I think Higzashi's been too soft in his training. I think it would do you some good to step it up!" He laughed loudly and turned away.
Shime groaned, regretting opening her mouth.
By the time the evening came, Shime was certainly tired. Tired of being thrown in the dirt over and over. She just knew the first time they had fought, Denzin had allowed her to win. Now he wasn't letting her win. And she never did. No matter how fast she tried to move, he was able to predict her attacks. He never let her get behind him. He would keep himself backed up into areas that forced Shime to move slowly. That was the frustrating part.
Standing under the hot stream of water, Shime's nimble fingers worked at the knots in her tight shoulders. She let out a long sigh. She definitely preferred Master Higzashi's training. And he also kept his son in check. Without him, Denzin could be quite sadistic.
After she'd dried off and was laying in the bed alone, she realized how much she missed having someone to sleep next to. The bed felt so empty and cold. It took Shime a long while to fall asleep, and even then it was fitful and restless, filled with images of her life before this.
Finally, Shime sat up, rubbing at her tired eyes. Glancing at the window told her it was just before dawn. Her muscles felt stiff. With a groan, she laid back out in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She already missed Higzashi. The few other times she had woken up this early, she had snuggled against his side and woken him up with gentle nuzzles. He had smiled and turn toward her to hold her close.
"What's the matter, little one?" he had asked softly, burying his nose in her hair.
"Bad dreams," had been her answer each time, for that had been the truth.
His gentle hands had run over her body soothingly. "I'll make them go away for you, dear heart," he had whispered in her ear, his fingers dancing over her skin, finding their way between her thighs. It never took her long to forget the dreams that plagued her, his fingers playing magic on her loins.
No matter how she tried, her own fingers just couldn't seem to get quite the same reaction. Certainly it felt good, her fingers quickly becoming slick with her own fluids, hips jerking up in a steady rhythm, but it just wasn't the same. She could feel climax right there, so close and yet she couldn't seem to get herself to it.
A presence in the room made Shime's eyes snap open. Looking down the length of the bed, her heart leapt into her throat, causing her to sit up. "D-Denzin!"
Indeed Denzin stood there, his dark eyes locked intently on her. There was a lustful hunger in his gaze that caused Shime to shudder and tingle all over. She reached for the blanket to cover herself. Before she could even grab the blanket, Denzin had moved over her. She tried to protest but his lips pressed against hers feircely, devouring her involentary wanton moan.
Before she was able to think, she felt Denzin's strong fingers slide up her inner thigh, touching her intimately. They were quickly covered in her slick nectar, plunging deeply into her. Shime's body arched, a moan forcing itself way out, her whole body feeling hot. His fingers moved within her rapidly and expertly, causing her to whimper with humilation and burning desire. It was the combination that made her even wetter, panting against Denzin's lips until her toes curled, her passage tightening around his fingers in an intense orgasm. She let out a stifled cry, her hands clutching the sheets of the bed.
It wasn't long or difficult for Denzin to remove his loose morning clothing, pulling Shime tightly against his hard, strong body. His lips moved along her neck, nipping and kissing around her shoulder.
"D-Denzin, wait," Shime panted, her voice husky and needful. In answer, he bit the side of her neck, causing her to shiver and moan, all but melting into his embrace. It was difficult to remember what she wanted to say, but she forced herself to focus despite the feeling of his throbbing manhood against her thigh, her slit aching desperately to be filled by it. "What will Master Higzashi say?" she whispered lustfully.
"There's no need for him to know," Denzin growled in her ear as he nibbled it.
He laid her back onto the bed, his body moving to position himself to slide into the moist heat of her body. As he stretched her, Shime moaned and jerked back up against his hip, her knees bending up to grip him and allowing him further into her. All thought left her mind, instinct taking over, all of her senses focused on the smell of him, the taste of him, the feeling of him deep inside and his hands all over her body.
He thrust into her powerfully as her body arched and undulated under him, waves of intense pleasure bringing her again and again to dark rapture, moaning into Denzin's ear. He kissed her passionately, possessing her mouth with his. He was steadily gaining speed with his thrusts, his groans mingling with her own sounds of passion.
With a final thrust, Denzin growled, biting Shime's shoulder again. She panted and squirmed under him, her arms wrapped around his neck. As he slowly withdrew, Shime was able to gradually get her mind focused. A sudden flood of regret and shame shot through her, making her wiggle under Denzin. He looked down at her, panting to gain his breath back. Shime blushed brightly, not meeting his gaze. He lowered his head to nuzzle against her throat, gently nibbling her ear.
"Are you regretting?" he asked softly.
"I... I don't know," she whispered. She wasn't sure why she would be ashamed. It wasn't as if she was Higzashi's mate. He hadn't said anything about even having feelings for her. Why should she feel regret for what just happened?
Slowly, Denzin sat back, drawing Shime against his body, kissing her forehead. "Did you not enjoy what we did?"
Shime shuddered in memory. She buried her face into his broad chest. "I-I enjoyed it."
"Then why regret it?" He continued to hold her tightly, his head against hers so his mouth was beside her ear as she avoided eye contact by keeping her face leaning against his chest.
She sighed deeply, holding him tighter. "You just used me, didn't you? Shouldn't I be ashamed?"
She felt Denzin's hand cup her chin, forcing her face up to look at him, though she still didn't meet his eyes. "I hardly think I 'used' you. Don't you think I rather showed you how I feel about you?"
Shime's eyes flicked to gaze up at him in surprise. "You... but you're so mean to me," she said softly.
Denzin suddenly laughed. Startled, Shime blushed a little in embarrassed confusion. "I throw you in the dirt because I just liked seeing you under me and on your back," he teased, grinning at her. He laughed again when she blushed even brighter. Then he kissed her tenderly, his voice and expression softening. "And now that I've seen you like that, I like you even more."
Again Shime sighed, leaning her head against his chest. "I don't know what to think right now."
His arms tightened briefly, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Don't think too hard on it."
"I don't really feel like training now," she said quietly.
Denzin let out a deep breath. "Alright. I understand." He released her, slipping off the bed, and pulling his clothes back on. As he left the bedroom, he paused a moment as if he wanted to speak. Instead, he glanced back at her before leaving as silently as he had appeared.
Returning to his house, Denzin didn't really feel like doing anything for the day either. He certainly hadn't been planning for what had happened. He'd gone over to find out why Shime wasn't up for the morning routine. Because she was training, she didn't usually have the choice of whether to get up and work out or not like he did. His plan had been to scare her awake if she had still been sleeping. Maybe stick his tongue in her ear for once. Something, anything, not what actually happened.
Thinking back on it, he probably should have known better. He'd knocked quietly, then snuck inside, glancing around. After calling for her, he'd heard a moan from the bedroom. It was then he should have known, but he had been concerned, thinking she was ill or injured. Certainly he should have turned around and walked out when he peeked through the crack of the bedroom door and saw her slender, silky body writhing on the bed, her hands vanishing between those lovely thighs. But he had been frozen by the scene, entirely entranced. Even the scent of her desire hit him a stinging blow in the nostrils that had radiated out through his whole body and straight to his groin.
He'd watched her for several long minutes, soon realizing that she was unable to reach climax. It was at that moment he had made his decision. He wanted to help her reach that state of pure bliss, thinking she deserved it, deserved to know what it felt like to be with someone who actually had feelings for her. Maybe she would sense how he felt and she would decide she didn't want to do what Higzashi said, refuse to go back to Tarnrax.
Of course that was a silly thought, but in the heat of hormones, even the most foolish thought made sense. Now he figured he had destroyed what relationship they had. Not to mention his father would likely be raging mad when he found out. He'd only seen Higzashi truly angry once in his three hundred years of life and he had no desire to see it again.
With a deep sigh, Denzin glanced out the window. He had spent the whole day thinking and fretting, playing around with the "what ifs." Granted, by the time he and Shime had been finished it had nearly been midday. With another sigh, he took a shower and laid down in his bed. He would go and talk with Shime in the morning. Perhaps there was still a chance to fix what he had broken. More than anything, more than even facing his father's anger, he wanted to stay friends with Shime.
A slight rustle snapped Denzin from his dozing state. He drew the small blade he kept at the head of his bed, whipping around in instinct and training, pausing only a heartbeat to see who it was. He blinked in surprise. "Shime? What are you doing?"
She smiled at him fearlessly as she crawled on the bed, his blade light against her throat, her gaze sensual. "I told you if I ever snuck into your room in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be to stick my tongue in your ear." To emphasis, her hand ran down his chest, drawing the blanket from his body. She knelt between his legs, lowering her face to his quickly hardening length. "There's much more interesting places for my tongue to go," she whispered lasciviously, making Denzin grin.
Next part of Shime's story. She's so confused. And she's very naughty. As for Higzashi, wouldn't you be a cold jackass if you had to watch everyone you loved wither away and die from old age while you stayed young? So don't hate him too much.
Shime was learning how to eat her food slowly. It was a challenge, but when she ate her food so fast, she'd have to sit there and wait for Higzashi to finish, and he liked to take his time. She would always fidget and he'd chide her teasingly about it. After another week, she was starting to eat much more slowly. She found she felt better when she did.
"I think I have an idea for today's training," he told her as they ate breakfast.
Shime glanced up at him. Her eagerness was most endearing. He smiled as her leg started to bounce rapidly under the table in excitement. "What's that?"
He grinned in amusement. "You'll see when we're finished with our food. And wolfing it down like that isn't going to make me eat any faster." Shime pouted, which made Higzashi laugh. He waved his spoon at her. "You should be aware, I raised twin daughters, I know that trick all too well. It does not work on me."
Giggling, Shime drank her juice. "Where are your daughters, Master Higzashi?"
Higzashi suddenly seemed thoughtful. Then he seemed sad. "I'm not entirely sure. Last I had heard of them, they had joined the Torak Lakus. I told them I didn't approve. We had an argument, and they haven't spoken to me since."
Shime looked down at her food. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up sad memories."
Again Higzashi waved his spoon at her. "Quit that or I'll be forced to torture you again."
For some reason, that made her laugh. She looked at him from under her long lashes. "Sorry." She stuck the tip of her cute pink tongue out at him.
Higzashi had a massive grin on his face. He knew her game. "Alright, little one. Let's make a deal. If you can complete the task I have in mind for you by a certain time, then I'll be entirely at your command for the rest of the night."
Shime stared at him wide eyed. "Really?" He nodded, a wry grin showing one of his fangs. "Anything I want?" Again he nodded.
"However, the same goes for you if you are unable to complete the task. Then you'll be entirely at my command. Do you think that's fair?" He started to eat his food again, watching her closely.
She smiled. "I think I like the thought of you being under my control." She stuck her tongue out at him again teasingly. He chuckled and continued eating. Of course Shime was finished long before him, but she sat back, giggling childishly to herself as she thought of all that she could make Higzashi do. Thus far, her training had been learning to fight and gaining more endurance. She was already getting better with her running. She wasn't nearly as winded as she had been the first time Higzashi had made her run around the house.
Finally, Higzashi was finished with his meal. After putting away the dishes, he led Shime to the end of the village. There was a long house she had heard no one lived in. It was for training purposes. Now, they stood at the door. There were several locks on the door. Higzashi stopped, a smug look on his face. "There's a maze in there, and at the end there is a prize. There are plenty of dead ends and false rooms. The whole place is trapped. The goal is to get the prize without setting off a single trap." He chuckled at her expression.
"How... how do I do that?" She suddenly didn't feel so confident.
"Most of them are motion detectors and lasors. If you can avoid them, you can get through without a hitch. However, I will know if you set one off. They are very loud. There are also cameras that you have to avoid being seen, doors you have to unlock, and weight sensors in the floor." He handed her a small tool. "This is for picking the locks. Everything you need to get through the house undetected is in there, you just have to use that wonderful mind of yours and problem solve."
She gulped. "How long do I have?"
"Six hours." He chuckled at her. "Most of the other students take that long on their fifth attempt. Time starts when you get the front door open without setting off the alarm."
Shime pursed her lips, glancing at the door. Then she got an idea. She muttered a few words under her breath. A pleased look crossed her face when all three locks clicked at once.
Higzashi glared at her. She felt his hand cuff her on the back of her head, making her squeak in surprise. She looked at his disapproving eyes, suddenly ashamed of herself. "Magic use is forbidden in this test, Shime. Don't do that again."
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, looking down. "I'm sorry, Master Higzashi."
He shook his head. "No need to be sorry. Just don't do it again." He went to the door, locking it again before stepping down and standing near her again. "So, our deal still stands?" She seemed disheartened by his scolding so he thought to cheer her by reminding her what was at stake.
"I'd rather try to fight Master Valenis again," she mumbled mostly to herself. Higzashi had not lied about the fighting prowess of the Vorishki. No matter how many times she'd tried to fight him, she had never even managed to get a blow in.
Higzashi came up beside her, his body brushing against hers. She gasped when she felt his hand grab her ass teasingly. "Don't you want me to be entirely under your control for a whole night?" he rumbled in her ear. He snickered when she glanced up at him.
"You'll be too tired to train me tomorrow!" With that, she stomped over to the door.
"Have fun, then!" Higzashi waved, chuckling to himself as he walked away, heading to the training field where the boys were jogging around. He stood at the edge of the field for awhile.
Jabis had recovered from Shime's torture spell. He was wary around Shime now, keeping his mouth shut. He was Malorisk's student, but Higzashi was starting to think the boy would not be a good candidate for the final test. He was so very arrogant. Someone who thought they were better than the test never passed it. It was targetted to an individual's mental state more so than their physical abilities. That took a little longer to train. A Ha'trin could not be considered fully fledged for at least 5 years. Some took longer, but never less. Ha'tinre had a similar training time. They had to learn all their spells, counter spells, prove that they are cruel enough, violent enough, cold blooded enough to accept the magic that would keep them in the service of the Ha'tinre order for the rest of their lives. There was no leaving the Ha'tinre, unlike the Ha'trin. Amongst the Ha'tinre, retirement was a knife in the gut. Once you were too old to fight back, you were disposed of. And there was no option to hide. They could track their own, no matter where.
Higzashi sighed. He knew he had taken a risk in keeping Shime here, but his gamble had paid off. Tarnrax wouldn't have bothered tracking her down. He had his own clan to torment, and what would it matter to him if Shime was captured by Ha'trin? Hell, what would it matter to him if she became a Ha'trin? Just one more reason he could consider her weak and try to kill her. And no doubt he would enjoy killing her, probably slowly.
The thought made Higzashi's skin crawl. He was jaded, but he wasn't cruel or cold blooded. After finding his first mate dead in their home, and watching his next two grow old and wither away, he just couldn't allow his heart to break anymore. After that, he kept his heart closed, but had learned how to fool his mates into thinking he loved them. His offspring, though, they were different. They would hopefully outlive him. He found his mind wandering to his daughters. He had enjoyed raising the twin girls. He prayed that wherever they were, they would be safe. He had to smile, hoping that he'd get the chance to raise another girl.
"Where's Shime?"
Higzashi shook his head, turning to Denzin. "In the trap house."
His son glanced toward the long house. "How long she been in there?"
Glancing up at the sun, Higzashi grinned. "I'd say about an hour."
"This her first time in there?" Denzin sounded shocked.
Higzashi nodded with a chuckle. "I was certain she'd make it through at least half of it. She's got quite the brain in that innocent little skull of hers."
Denzin made an amused sound, causing Higzashi to glance at him quizzically. "She's got one hell of a dirty mind, if you ask me," he snickered.
Higzashi raised a brow. "Oh? Does she?" He turned away when Denzin suddenly seemed nervous. "I only brought her here just three weeks ago and already she's turned into a seductress." His tone then became teasing when he glanced at his son again. "I knew I needed to be careful letting you two spend time together."
"Hey now. You think I'd go pissing in your territory?" Denzin frowned.
"Interesting choice of words, but no, I don't think you would," Higzashi said, glancing at him with narrowed eyes. "Shime is not my territory. She's Ha'tinre, and among them the females are not monogamous, nor are they so scared of their men as they appear to be with Tarnrax. It's uncommon for a male to even be the Grand Master of a Ha'tinre clan." Again Higzashi glanced at his son, this time with a solemn expression. "It doesn't matter to me whether you are developing feelings for her or not. You were the one who expressed concerns for not making her an enemy greater than the one we're facing and that's exactly what I'm ensuring. However, if you go sticking your nose and other parts of your anatomy into my plan, you may confuse her and disrupt my carefully laid out strategy. So I would suggest you think about your actions."
Denzin sneered at him. "I take it back. You aren't nearly as nice as I thought. But arguing over your schemes is not why I came to talk to you. Eldris still hasn't returned from his mission. I'm starting to think one of the Ha'tinre got him."
"Wasn't he suppose to protect some kind of amulet or trinket? It had magical properties, if I recall what the informant told me," Higzashi responded thoughtfully.
Denzin shrugged. "I just know he's been gone longer than the contract called for and he hasn't contacted us at all."
Before Higzashi could respond, there was a loud siren from the trap house. Grinning, Higzashi turned to head toward it. "We'll discuss that later. But looks like I win," he snickered. "She got a good way through, though. I have no doubt if she was allowed to use her magic she'd've made it all the way through."
"Wait, what do you win?" Denzin blinked in surprise.
Higzashi snickered again, walking away as Shime came stumbling out the front door of the trap house. She looked terribly chagrin. "Whatever I want," he called back to Denzin, leaving it at that.
He didn't see the contempt on Denzin's face or hear him mutter, "bastard." Then Denzin turned on his heel, heading back to his own house.
"Can't I try again?" Shime asked hopefully, following Higzashi back to the house.
He snickered. "Eventually. But you can only try once a day. Things have to be rearranged so it's not the same the next time you go in. The objective is to be able to get around all methods of detection, whether primative or sophisticated." He held the door open for Shime, allowing her to enter. When she sighed, he patted her shoulder. "It's still early in the day. The deal was for the evening, little one." He grinned teasingly at her when she glanced up at him.
"Then what are we going to do the rest of the day?" She stepped into the house.
Once he'd closed the door, Higzashi turned her to look at him. His expression was soft. "You and I are going to work on your fears." His voice was gentle, and so were his hands as he took hers, holding them up between them.
"What?" Shime looked up into his eyes, baffled.
"Do you remember your... flashback the second day you were here?" Slowly, Shime nodded. "I thought it would be a good time to work on the trigger for that. It occurred when I grabbed your wrists and held them over your head. You had the same kind of panic when I first held your wrists to chain them down. Having that kind of fear certainly isn't helpful if you find yourself in an unarmed fight."
He could feel Shime's body start to tremble. She stared down at their hands. Her palms lay against his. His skin was warm, his voice reassuring. "We can go slowly. There's no need to rush or feel pressured. If you feel it's too much, just tell me to stop. Are you willing to do this? It will help get that madman out of your head."
With a deep breath, Shime nodded. She felt Higzashi's hands slowly start to move, running his fingertips against her palms. Then they moved up, running along her wrists. It felt good, not threatening as she had always felt whenever Tarnrax had even gotten near enough to snatch her as he normally had.
Higzashi moved gradually, taking his time. He was waiting for her to relax, to stop looking so expectantly at his hands. She was no doubt waiting for the pain she had been so accustomed to. So he slid his fingers up along her arm, then down again along her wrists and palm. He knew this couldn't be hurried. It also couldn't be done in just one session. But, as long as they at least started, she could heal faster. It would do neither her nor anyone else involved any good if she froze up and reverted back to her terrified state if she were facing Tarnrax and he happened to get ahold of her.
"Remember," he said softly, "you can tell me to stop anytime." She nodded, glancing up at him.
Carefully, Higzashi wrapped his hands around her wrists. It was a loose grip, without any pressure. Shime stared at his hands, trying to keep her breathing steady. It wasn't Tarnrax holding her, she told herself over and over. It was Master Higzashi, he wasn't going to hurt her. Higzashi was watching her face closely. He was looking for any sign of distress so he could back off before she got to the point of telling him to stop.
Slowly, he moved her arms by his light grip on her wrists. First, he kept their arms low, moving her arms apart then close together. Gradually, he lifted her arms. The process was slow, his eyes always on her. They finally got to shoulder height. He noticed her heavy gulp, her breathing quicken. He brought their arms down again, waiting for her to calm down. When she seemed stable again, he brought their arms up. He held her wrists up in front of her face.
"You see, little one, no harm comes from this." His voice was low and gentle. "All that you remember, they are memories. They're in the past. None of what happened can harm you again, not unless you let them. Tarnrax is far away. Here, you're safe from him physically. You are the one allowing him to keep tormenting you in your head."
Shime blinked a few times, trying to prevent herself from crying. "I remember so much," she whimpered.
Higzashi placed her hands together in front of her face, making her glance up at him. "Do not remember those times as moments of weakness and pain. Think of them as the times you proved your strength by not breaking."
With a gulp, Shime nodded. Slowly, Higzashi raised her arms over her head. Once her elbows were past her shoulders, though, he saw the fear flash in her eyes. She jerked back, whimpering, "Stop! Please stop!"
Higzashi released her immediately. Shime lowered her arms, placing her face in her hands as she backed away, leaning back against the table. She felt Higzashi hold her tightly, letting her sob. She felt his large hand stroking her long hair. She'd started tying it back into a loose tail.
A few minutes went by before she heard Higzashi's pleasant, soft voice. "Tell me what went through your mind when I did that, little one."
Sniffling, Shime glanced up at him. "I... I remember when... when Tarnrax chained me. He would chain me up and...." She couldn't keep talking, her whole body wracked with sobs. Higzashi held her tightly, letting her cry. She could not heal if she kept it pent up.
By the time she had told him of the things Tarnrax had done to her, it was growing late. Higzashi listened to her intently, a slow anger building in him. If he thought he could get close enough to Tarnrax himself, he would do it. But he knew the likelihood of Tarnrax dropping his guard enough for a Ha'trin to get near him was very unlikely.
Shime was exhausted by the time she had gotten out her grief. Higzashi made them dinner and then told her to go to bed.
"What about our deal?" she asked softly.
Higzashi shook his head. "Don't worry about it, dear heart. I was using it more to get you motivated."
"Oh." Shime shrugged, standing to go into the bedroom.
Higzashi pursed his lips, staring at her with a burning gaze. "Don't tease, little one."
Raising her brow, Shime shrugged again. She stood at the door of the bedroom looking back at him. "That's not teasing, Master Higzashi." Then her eyelids lowered in a seductive expression. That enticing tongue slipped from her lips, licking sexually along her hand and fingers that were resting on the frame of the doorway, watching Higzashi's expression with satisfaction. "That's teasing," she stated with a quick flash of her teeth. "Good night."
Higzashi had to take a deep breath, trying to calm his raging hormones. He usually didn't have trouble with that, but something about Shime set him on fire, and he found it difficult to concentrate around her. After a few moments, though, he decided he would find out if she was just ruffling his feathers or if she was serious about spending the rest of the evening enjoying each other.
When he peered into the room, Shime lay in the middle of the bed on her stomach, the blanket only reaching her thighs, leaving her perfectly rounded ass for his eyes to feast on. A slow, sadistic grin split his face. She was definitely well versed in the art of seduction.
Without hesitation, Higzashi removed his clothing, moving silently. He slid into the bed with Shime, his hand caressing her smooth back. His lips followed suit, feathering kisses over her back and shoulders. He smiled when she squirmed. She was pretending to be trying to sleep, and he knew it. "Do not think I would let you get away with such a show," he rumbled into her ear. His hand slid over her down to her rump, squeezing the firm flesh, making her gasp a little.
"But, Master Higzashi," she whined softly, "you told me to go to bed."
"And that's exactly where you are, little one," he purred hotly in her ear. "In my bed."
She turned her head to look up at him. "Do you like having me in your bed?"
With a grin, Higzashi pressed his hard length against her side. "Does that answer your question, dear heart?" Shime smiled slyly. With a chuckle, Higzashi kissed along her spine. "You are dangerous, dear one."
"I'm the snake in the bed, remember?" she giggled childishly.
For a second Higzashi paused, recalling his comments about her. Before he could blink, she pounced on him, straddling his hip. She grinned down at him. "You look surprised, Master Higzashi," she said silkily.
He had to take a breath to calm his pounding heart. Closing his eyes a moment, he let Shime lower her body over him, her lips kissing around his throat as she rubbed her opening against his length. Then Higzashi laughed, running his fingers through Shime's hair that tickled his broad furry chest. "Because you are full of surprises, my dear," he said breathily.
Shime smiled down at him. "Is that good?"
Higzashi grinned as he drew her down to a kiss. "It's perfect."
As he kissed her fiercely, he moved his hips, impaling Shime. She gasped against his lips, her whole body shuddering. His hands traveled down her soft, silky body, resting on her hips as he helped her with the pace. Shime was soon lost to the sensation, riding him easily.
Higzashi watched her lithe body move and grind, smiling when she brought herself to climax on him. But in the back of his mind, a nagging little voice told him that he had to tread carefully. She was learning to be even better than he had intended. However, for right now, she was still too innocent to think to use her abilities for killing. She truly had turned into quite a seductress, and Higzashi didn't mind in the slightest.
Again, Shime shuddered, her eyes rolling back with a moan. Grinning, Higzashi reached up and pressed lightly against her neck. The resulting extra dose of endorphins caused Shime to cry out, her body wracked with convulsions in an orgasm more intense than any she'd had yet.
When it finally passed, Shime leaned over him, panting heavily, her head hanging down, her whole body left weak in it's wake. She heard him chuckle at her. Then he slapped her ass, making her yelp in surprise. "I didn't say you could stop, dear heart," he purred.
"I... I can't..." Shime panted, looking down at him.
"What happened to making me too tired to train you tomorrow, hmmm?" he teased.
With a groan, Shime let her arms give out, sinking down to lay on top of Higzashi. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it out of his way as he peered down at her. Her face and chest were flushed brightly in her arousal. "Don't tell me you're done," he spoke softly as he caressed her. When all he got was a quiet moan, he chuckled. "Mind if I finish?"
She peered up at him sleepily. "You did win the bet, Master Higzashi."
"True," he admitted, though he sat up slightly to kiss her sweaty forehead. "But I'm a Jrahkel. I'm no good at bossing around women."
Shime giggled. "You boss me around just fine."
Higzashi growled, turning them suddenly. "Very well, little one. If you want to play it like that!"
Shime moaned loudly as he started to stroke within her, lifting her long legs and placing them over his shoulders. He leaned over her, kissing her hard. His fingers intertwined with hers, pushing her hands to the bed, leaving her helpless to his powerful desire. After he felt her body tighten and gyrate a few more times, he allowed himself the luxury to relieve his burden.
Rolling off her, Higzashi tried to catch his breath, feeling Shime snuggle up to his side. She was almost immediately asleep. He smiled, turning to her, holding her close to his body.
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Mornings were all the same. Wake up with the sun, stretch, a quick jog around the town, a little bit of a workout, and then breakfast.
Shime stretched next to Higzashi, making certain her legs were nice and loose. Nearby, she could hear Valenis laugh. She glanced over at the giant. He was speaking with Denzin. Even bent in half, Valenis was taller than anyone else there.
She had discovered that the Vorishki's third eye was not connected to the other two. It could move on its own, keep a lookout even while the other two would be focused on something else. And that third eye noticed her looking at him. He turned and smiled at her. "Good morning, Shime. How are you this fine cool day?"
Shime smiled. "Feeling like I could win a race!"
Denzin laughed. "I think we're all smart enough not to race you, Shime."
She pouted. Valenis chuckled. "I think I could give you a little bit of a challenge. I have never raced a Zaz before, so why don't we see if I can keep up?"
Now Shime beamed. "OK!"
Higzashi glanced between them with a raised brow. "This should be an interesting show."
The other Ha'trin agreed, standing aside to allow the two to come forward. Valenis used his two thick toes to draw a line in the ground. "We will start and end here. Let's say, three laps. Sound good to you, Shime?"
Grinning ear to ear, Shime nodded, standing at the line. She bowed forward, her legs stretched back in anticipation of running. Higzashi raised his hand. "No cheating, Valenis," he said, glaring at the giant.
"I do not cheat. I just tip the odds into my favor," Valenis chuckled.
Rolling his eyes, Higzashi lowered his hand. His hand never got the chance to make it all the way down before they were both gone, a gust of air the only indication they'd ever been there at all. The other Ha'trin laughed, finding this to grand entertainment. They had come to accept Shime and found her amusing.
There was another gust of air in only a couple of minutes. They barely caught a glimpse of Shime's ponytail as she easily dodged through people, making a show of her newfound agility and atheletism. Soon behind her was Valenis, already lagging behind.
Once again they went around. A few minutes again and Shime stopped just short of the line Valenis had made. Though she panted, she crossed her arms and looked up at the sky as if impatient. "I wonder where he went?"
"That's so not nice," Denzin laughed. "Valenis is getting old. You shouldn't tease him like that."
"Old, maybe." Valenis slowed and stopped near Shime, peering down at her cautiously. "But I don't lose."
"Oh?" Shime turned to step over the line. Something caught her foot and jerked her back. Off balanced, she fell over. Valenis' hoof-like, two-toed feet strode past her over the line.
"Should not taunt your enemies, small one. While you're busy gloating, they're busy plotting your demise." Valenis laughed, stretching out his legs again.
Shime picked herself up from the ground, glaring up at the giant. "That was cheating!"
"That was putting the odds in my favor," Valenis snickered.
Higzashi laughed. "That was impressive. Now I think you two can wait around while the rest of us get in our exercise." With that, the others turned away and jogged off.
"I'm going to go eat," Valenis stated as he stood up and headed for his home. "I have not run like that since I was on my homeworld. I fear the gravity here is not kind to me."
Standing alone, Shime let out a deep breath. She wandered over to the obsticle course out of bordom. Picking up one of the sticks that served as the practicing swords, she swung it around absently.
"Careful how you swing that."
Shime whipped around, swinging her stick. Denzin caught it in his hand easily. He smiled at her.
"Aren't you suppose to be running, too?" Shime asked, holding onto her stick.
Denzin shrugged. "I think I'm in good enough shape that I don't have to bother with it every single day."
Shime snorted, grinning at him. "You think so?"
"Don't go getting haughty, kid," Denzin laughed. He suddenly jerked the stick, catching her off guard. She stumbled forward, trying to stop herself. Instead, she found herself in Denzin's arms. He helped her get her feet back under her. She glanced up at him with a sneer. There was a soft expression in his eyes before he laughed. "See? Told you."
Again Shime snorted. "You caught me off guard!"
"Then don't ever be off your guard." Shime found herself pressed up against the climbing wall, Denzin's strong body preventing her from escaping. He grinned at her surprised expression. "Did it again."
Shime suddenly smiled seductively. She pressed her body against his, her face leaning forward to nuzzle against his throat. Denzin was frozen in place, stunned by this abrupt change. He didn't have the time to contemplate what was going on before he felt something hot and moist slither into his ear.
Shime guffawed when Denzin leapt back with a cry of disgust, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably as he dug at his ear to stop the sensation. "Now who dropped their guard?"
If he hadn't been so busy being entirely grossed out by a tongue in his ear, Denzin might have thought to pursue the matter. Instead, he shook his head violently, his line of feathers rustling in displeasure.
"What are two doing?" As always, Higzashi's approach was silent and startling.
After Shime jumped and glanced at him, she giggled and pointed at Denzin. "I licked his ear again, Master Higzashi. Just for good measure."
Denzin growled as he twisted his finger in his ear. "That is truly the most disgusting thing I've ever felt in all my life."
His father chuckled at him. "I would have thought you'd've learned your lesson the first time, son."
"He needed a reminder of why I'm better!" Shime piped, grinning in amusement.
"Better?" Denzin sneered. "I wouldn't go that far. Crafty Ha'tinre, for sure."
After a little laughing, Higzashi glanced between them. "Well, since I have you two here, I just thought I'd let you know I was going to go out and see if I can't find Eldris. Taking Valenis with me. So that means that you are going to be in charge of Shime's training until I get back."
Shime blinked and looked up Higzashi. "How long will you be gone?"
He shrugged. "Anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks. Depends on how long it takes to find out what happened to our brethren. So I expect you two to be on your best behavior." He glared pointedly at Denzin.
"I'm always good!" Shime giggled.
"Ha! Good at being evil!" Denzin half snarled, half grinned.
Higzashi rolled his eyes. "Do not make me regret my decision. Now come, little one. I don't leave until tomorrow, which means we still have some training to do today."
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Denzin patted Shime on the side of the face, grinning down at her. "Still forgetting to keep up your guard."
Shime squirmed against him, but he had her in the dirt too well. They had only said good bye to Higzashi not more than a few minutes ago and already Denzin was enjoying himself far too much.
"That's not fair! You didn't tell me we were going to fight!" she growled.
"Tell me, Ha'tinre, would you warn me that you were about to attack me?" He snickered at her.
With a snarl, Shime lifted her legs, kicking her feet along Denzin's back. Again he laughed at her. Even though she knew it'd do no good, Shime muttered words of magic out of frustration. Denzin just shook his head with that arrogant expression of his. "Tsk, tsk, Shime. You should know better."
Despite his teasing tone, he finally stood up off her, pulling Shime to her feet. Rising so fast, Shime nearly lost her balance, holding Denzin for support. He smiled mockingly at her. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy."
"There's not much nice about you!" she retorted.
"Oh, well, in that case, I think Higzashi's been too soft in his training. I think it would do you some good to step it up!" He laughed loudly and turned away.
Shime groaned, regretting opening her mouth.
By the time the evening came, Shime was certainly tired. Tired of being thrown in the dirt over and over. She just knew the first time they had fought, Denzin had allowed her to win. Now he wasn't letting her win. And she never did. No matter how fast she tried to move, he was able to predict her attacks. He never let her get behind him. He would keep himself backed up into areas that forced Shime to move slowly. That was the frustrating part.
Standing under the hot stream of water, Shime's nimble fingers worked at the knots in her tight shoulders. She let out a long sigh. She definitely preferred Master Higzashi's training. And he also kept his son in check. Without him, Denzin could be quite sadistic.
After she'd dried off and was laying in the bed alone, she realized how much she missed having someone to sleep next to. The bed felt so empty and cold. It took Shime a long while to fall asleep, and even then it was fitful and restless, filled with images of her life before this.
Finally, Shime sat up, rubbing at her tired eyes. Glancing at the window told her it was just before dawn. Her muscles felt stiff. With a groan, she laid back out in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She already missed Higzashi. The few other times she had woken up this early, she had snuggled against his side and woken him up with gentle nuzzles. He had smiled and turn toward her to hold her close.
"What's the matter, little one?" he had asked softly, burying his nose in her hair.
"Bad dreams," had been her answer each time, for that had been the truth.
His gentle hands had run over her body soothingly. "I'll make them go away for you, dear heart," he had whispered in her ear, his fingers dancing over her skin, finding their way between her thighs. It never took her long to forget the dreams that plagued her, his fingers playing magic on her loins.
No matter how she tried, her own fingers just couldn't seem to get quite the same reaction. Certainly it felt good, her fingers quickly becoming slick with her own fluids, hips jerking up in a steady rhythm, but it just wasn't the same. She could feel climax right there, so close and yet she couldn't seem to get herself to it.
A presence in the room made Shime's eyes snap open. Looking down the length of the bed, her heart leapt into her throat, causing her to sit up. "D-Denzin!"
Indeed Denzin stood there, his dark eyes locked intently on her. There was a lustful hunger in his gaze that caused Shime to shudder and tingle all over. She reached for the blanket to cover herself. Before she could even grab the blanket, Denzin had moved over her. She tried to protest but his lips pressed against hers feircely, devouring her involentary wanton moan.
Before she was able to think, she felt Denzin's strong fingers slide up her inner thigh, touching her intimately. They were quickly covered in her slick nectar, plunging deeply into her. Shime's body arched, a moan forcing itself way out, her whole body feeling hot. His fingers moved within her rapidly and expertly, causing her to whimper with humilation and burning desire. It was the combination that made her even wetter, panting against Denzin's lips until her toes curled, her passage tightening around his fingers in an intense orgasm. She let out a stifled cry, her hands clutching the sheets of the bed.
It wasn't long or difficult for Denzin to remove his loose morning clothing, pulling Shime tightly against his hard, strong body. His lips moved along her neck, nipping and kissing around her shoulder.
"D-Denzin, wait," Shime panted, her voice husky and needful. In answer, he bit the side of her neck, causing her to shiver and moan, all but melting into his embrace. It was difficult to remember what she wanted to say, but she forced herself to focus despite the feeling of his throbbing manhood against her thigh, her slit aching desperately to be filled by it. "What will Master Higzashi say?" she whispered lustfully.
"There's no need for him to know," Denzin growled in her ear as he nibbled it.
He laid her back onto the bed, his body moving to position himself to slide into the moist heat of her body. As he stretched her, Shime moaned and jerked back up against his hip, her knees bending up to grip him and allowing him further into her. All thought left her mind, instinct taking over, all of her senses focused on the smell of him, the taste of him, the feeling of him deep inside and his hands all over her body.
He thrust into her powerfully as her body arched and undulated under him, waves of intense pleasure bringing her again and again to dark rapture, moaning into Denzin's ear. He kissed her passionately, possessing her mouth with his. He was steadily gaining speed with his thrusts, his groans mingling with her own sounds of passion.
With a final thrust, Denzin growled, biting Shime's shoulder again. She panted and squirmed under him, her arms wrapped around his neck. As he slowly withdrew, Shime was able to gradually get her mind focused. A sudden flood of regret and shame shot through her, making her wiggle under Denzin. He looked down at her, panting to gain his breath back. Shime blushed brightly, not meeting his gaze. He lowered his head to nuzzle against her throat, gently nibbling her ear.
"Are you regretting?" he asked softly.
"I... I don't know," she whispered. She wasn't sure why she would be ashamed. It wasn't as if she was Higzashi's mate. He hadn't said anything about even having feelings for her. Why should she feel regret for what just happened?
Slowly, Denzin sat back, drawing Shime against his body, kissing her forehead. "Did you not enjoy what we did?"
Shime shuddered in memory. She buried her face into his broad chest. "I-I enjoyed it."
"Then why regret it?" He continued to hold her tightly, his head against hers so his mouth was beside her ear as she avoided eye contact by keeping her face leaning against his chest.
She sighed deeply, holding him tighter. "You just used me, didn't you? Shouldn't I be ashamed?"
She felt Denzin's hand cup her chin, forcing her face up to look at him, though she still didn't meet his eyes. "I hardly think I 'used' you. Don't you think I rather showed you how I feel about you?"
Shime's eyes flicked to gaze up at him in surprise. "You... but you're so mean to me," she said softly.
Denzin suddenly laughed. Startled, Shime blushed a little in embarrassed confusion. "I throw you in the dirt because I just liked seeing you under me and on your back," he teased, grinning at her. He laughed again when she blushed even brighter. Then he kissed her tenderly, his voice and expression softening. "And now that I've seen you like that, I like you even more."
Again Shime sighed, leaning her head against his chest. "I don't know what to think right now."
His arms tightened briefly, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Don't think too hard on it."
"I don't really feel like training now," she said quietly.
Denzin let out a deep breath. "Alright. I understand." He released her, slipping off the bed, and pulling his clothes back on. As he left the bedroom, he paused a moment as if he wanted to speak. Instead, he glanced back at her before leaving as silently as he had appeared.
Returning to his house, Denzin didn't really feel like doing anything for the day either. He certainly hadn't been planning for what had happened. He'd gone over to find out why Shime wasn't up for the morning routine. Because she was training, she didn't usually have the choice of whether to get up and work out or not like he did. His plan had been to scare her awake if she had still been sleeping. Maybe stick his tongue in her ear for once. Something, anything, not what actually happened.
Thinking back on it, he probably should have known better. He'd knocked quietly, then snuck inside, glancing around. After calling for her, he'd heard a moan from the bedroom. It was then he should have known, but he had been concerned, thinking she was ill or injured. Certainly he should have turned around and walked out when he peeked through the crack of the bedroom door and saw her slender, silky body writhing on the bed, her hands vanishing between those lovely thighs. But he had been frozen by the scene, entirely entranced. Even the scent of her desire hit him a stinging blow in the nostrils that had radiated out through his whole body and straight to his groin.
He'd watched her for several long minutes, soon realizing that she was unable to reach climax. It was at that moment he had made his decision. He wanted to help her reach that state of pure bliss, thinking she deserved it, deserved to know what it felt like to be with someone who actually had feelings for her. Maybe she would sense how he felt and she would decide she didn't want to do what Higzashi said, refuse to go back to Tarnrax.
Of course that was a silly thought, but in the heat of hormones, even the most foolish thought made sense. Now he figured he had destroyed what relationship they had. Not to mention his father would likely be raging mad when he found out. He'd only seen Higzashi truly angry once in his three hundred years of life and he had no desire to see it again.
With a deep sigh, Denzin glanced out the window. He had spent the whole day thinking and fretting, playing around with the "what ifs." Granted, by the time he and Shime had been finished it had nearly been midday. With another sigh, he took a shower and laid down in his bed. He would go and talk with Shime in the morning. Perhaps there was still a chance to fix what he had broken. More than anything, more than even facing his father's anger, he wanted to stay friends with Shime.
A slight rustle snapped Denzin from his dozing state. He drew the small blade he kept at the head of his bed, whipping around in instinct and training, pausing only a heartbeat to see who it was. He blinked in surprise. "Shime? What are you doing?"
She smiled at him fearlessly as she crawled on the bed, his blade light against her throat, her gaze sensual. "I told you if I ever snuck into your room in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be to stick my tongue in your ear." To emphasis, her hand ran down his chest, drawing the blanket from his body. She knelt between his legs, lowering her face to his quickly hardening length. "There's much more interesting places for my tongue to go," she whispered lasciviously, making Denzin grin.
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