Sandra's excitement grew as the automated shuttle headed for the tiny spaceport. Her brunette hair swayed as she gazed out of the shuttle porthole. It had taken two years of negotiations, grant applications and political maneuvering to get to this point. Sandra was a thirty-two year old xeno-anthropologist who had been the only one in her whole field to be chosen to observe the ritual mating ceremony of the Gaia planet that was to occur tomorrow. The Gaian's had been contacted a full century ago, but had rejected further contact. They were unwilling to fully open up their planet to visitation or even academic research because of the special and unusual qualities of their world.
Gaia was a sentient planet, the native humanoid species was symbiotically linked to the environment. Any damage to the planet through pollution, contamination or bio-infestation would harm the population as well. The population looked very similar to humans, only the slight golden glow of their skin seemed different. The Titan - the hereditary ruler of the planet - had finally agreed to a protected status for the planet in exchange for limited study of their world.
The Space Marines had stationed a small permanent space dock above the planet and maintained the off limits area, while the human scientists lived above the planet, receiving information from the surface in carefully controlled amounts.
The planet had one major continent and a few smaller islands. The land mass was small, most of the planet was water or ice at the two poles. Gravity was slightly heavier than earths, the rotation of the planet to their sun was just a bit quicker, but the size of the planet made the days longer by a good four earth hours. Very similar to Earth as far as they had ascertained from space. One single culture, one single religion, one feudalistic ruler. One of the few facts that had been established was that there was no divorce on Gaia. Couples stayed together and were faithful until death. Almost unheard of in most societies. Sandra's study hoped to explore this aspect in particular of the Gaian culture and publish the ground breaking research.
Sandra watched Gaia grow bigger in the viewport as she dwelt on her good fortune. As a xeno-anthropologist with only a few years of first contact experience she was surprised when her name had been selected. The application for study of the cultural dynamics of the sexual and religious rituals of Gaia had been made two years ago. Her mentor had filed the application for him and his research assistants, of which Sandra was the most junior, to study the almost secretive society. After many interviews, medical tests and background checks, only Sandra had been granted an invitation to the upcoming major festival. It would mark the start of a two year in-depth study of Gaia.
The media exposure and professional jealousy of the last six months was thankfully over. To say Sandra's mentor was unhappy was an understatement. The only reason Sandra managed to survive the harsh backlash was the thought of what she could achieve with this research. Her university on Earth was ecstatic and supported her when her mentor cut all contact with her and started vicious untrue rumors about her. She was no blushing virgin, but she was not the slut her previous mentor had been saying she was. Her sexual experience was in fact very limited as her spare time had been spent getting her education and then working hard at her career. The fact that she been an orphan on scholarship, without wealth or any social network connections made it hard to defend her reputation.
The last two months had been in total seclusion for quarantine purposes aboard the space dock, to prevent Sandra from infecting Gaia with any harmful diseases or bacteria. She had been instructed to permanently remove all her body hair, except on her head. Her hair was slightly curly, long and brunette. Her stomach rumbled. She had not eaten for 48 hours as she had been requested. She was very hungry, but the excitement tempered the hunger.
As the unmanned shuttle landed as per its program at the small area for arrivals, she gathered her belongings to start the most important two years of her life. Her contract had been negotiated with difficulty, as the Gaian priestess who had headed the negotiation team refused to state in writing what the contract would actually entail. The only contract that had been offered was a one paragraph document stating "unlimited and intimate access as participant/observer to all religious and cultural activities in exchange for Sandra's full acceptance of all Gaian laws and religion. With the two year agreement to be extended at the Titans discretion. Publishing rights to be Sandra's, but the Titan has full right of veto."
It had taken an interminable month-long discussion with the priestess to discover that this would be the only contract offered, no negotiations, and no deviation. A take it or leave it, open and ambiguous agreement, but one she signed after long and hard thought. There were risks, but if it meant she could publish the first scientific study of Gaian life then it would be worth it, probably.
The academic world on Earth were desperate for information about this new world, the few pieces of information about Gaia seemed fantasies of the early explorers. Pictures of the Titan showed a winded red devil and the image of their Goddess was of a huge flowering Blossom of some type. One of the main reasons for Sandra accepting the contract was to dispel the absurd mythic-like stories and to bring full scientific reasoning to bear on the information about Gaia.
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The Head Priestess of Gaia met Sandra at the spaceport. The shuttle left immediately, leaving Sandra to follow the silent majestic priestess into the anti-chamber of the decontamination room. The universal translator softly hummed as the tall woman began to speak.
"I am High Priestess Aurora, I greet you in the name of our Goddess Gaia and in the name of our leader Titan."
Sandra bowed her head to show respect. "Thank you for doing me the honor of greeting me personally."
"Are you ready to accept the conditions of the contract?" Sandra nodded. Aurora rang a small bell next to a door. "The priestesses of Gaia will prepare you for meeting the Titan. You will have to undergo a ritual in the temple before the ceremony tomorrow where the Titan will choose his new lifemate."
Sandra's eyes sparkled with interest. "When did the Titan choose his last lifemate?"
"The Titan chose his last lifemate nearly 200 seasons ago."
Sandra digested this information. "How long do the Gaian people live for?"
Aurora smiled. "Most Gaian live for around 150 seasons, but the Titan will live for more than 500 if we are lucky."
Sandra went to start her hand held recorder. Aurora's hand came down on it. "You will not need that."
Sandra started to protest when the room started to fill with young priestesses who pulled her into the next room. Over twenty young women were there. Sandra was totally distracted by the hands gently undressing her, a cup was offered to her lips and Sandra drank the sweet liquid in the cup. Sandra brain went a bit fuzzy as the liquid was absorbed. The High Priestess came forward.
"Do not be afraid. This is just to relax you. You will be taken to the temple for preparation and the nectar will ease you through the initiation rites that will make you a full member of our society. The Goddesses blessing will take all night." Aurora watched the priestesses bathe the compliant, silent woman whose eyes were now drooping at half mast.
Sandra could feel the drug take away all resistance. She could move, but it was too much effort. She allowed the gentle hands to turn her, stroke the lightly scented water over her. Her hair was carefully washed and then bound into a braid. She was dressed in a light cotton shift and led out to the waiting vehicles.
The High Priestess settled her on the seat beside her as the silent hover car glided up and traveled along the track towards the major city of the continent.
Sandra fuzzily realized that her luggage had been left in the space port, but couldn't get her tongue to articulate the question. She supposed that she could get it later. The High Priestess made her drink from the cup again during the journey, leaving Sandra barely conscious as the scenery slipped by.
She dozed as the trip took several hours, they passed many small villages or towns, there were no big industrial centers that Sandra could see. The small facts and observations she stored in her memory to put down on record later, but she knew her drugged state was missing a lot more than she saw.
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When she awoke the vehicle was stationary outside of a wild garden paradise. Large blooming flowers were everywhere. The priestesses escorted Sandra down a path that had decorated flagstones showing the familiar picture of the red winged devil, many of the pictures under her feet showed the devil creature with a huge rampant cock. Sandra now knew where the image had come from.
They neared a large petaled flower that was as big as a shuttle craft. It was set in a natural amphitheatre with tiered steps rising in a half circle around the petaled flower. The petals were drawn up and formed an enclosure that the high priestess opened with her hand. Sandra's light cotton shift was taken and she was guided naked into the cool dim interior of the flower.
Aurora quietly muttered prayers that were in the Gaian language. No translation came through the translator, Sandra suspected that it was not allowed to translate the sacred prayers. The large flower seemed to come alive at the whispered prayers and rustling sounds issued from the back wall of the petal bower.
Two priestesses took Sandra's arms and moved her to the darker area where there was a small dripping vine. The ornate pool holding the excess liquid underneath the vine showed a clear syrup that smelled similar to tropical fruits.
Aurora bowed before this area and indicated with her hand for Sandra to be placed before the small pool. There was a small stool made of organic material, it was soft and moist, it molded to her naked, hairless crotch instantly. Sandra was placed on her knees sitting astride the soft projection.
Aurora took Sandra's face in her hand and clearly instructed her. "You must swallow as much of the Goddesses gift as possible. She will stop when you have had what you need. All you have to do is swallow." Aurora indicated the dripping vine over the pool. "Tomorrow you will attend the ceremony. Tonight you will be prepared by the Goddess herself."
Sandra nodded. One of the priestesses teased the dripping limb towards Sandra's mouth and Sandra took the smooth thin tentacle into her mouth. Her arms were too tired to lift up and hold the vine, but it seemed to stay in the right place anyway.
The first few mouthfuls were easy, the fluid dripped slowly. As she swallowed the Priestesses and High Priestess left. The fluid came faster and Sandra started having difficulty keeping up with the flow. Her head started spinning and the fluid overflowed her mouth.
Sandra closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on just swallowing, but as she did this she felt something touch her leg. Green vines were converging on her and started sliding up her legs. Other vines came from the top of the flower and wrapped around her body.
The vine in her mouth pushed into her mouth further and started squirting faster. The vines around where she was kneeling crawled up to her hips and wrapped around them.
The clear fluid that overflowed Sandra's mouth ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest, tentacles of vines reached out and spread it over her body.
The room spun as Sandra's world narrowed. She felt lightheaded and languid. More fluid was being pumped into her mouth than she could swallow, her body was nearly fully covered by the fragrant liquid. She knew it was drugging her, but she couldn't stop it. As mouthful after mouthful was swallowed a heavy rain of pollen particles descended onto her and stuck to the sticky liquid on her naked skin.
The vine slightly changed shape, becoming thicker, swelling and growing into a phallus shaped thing, spurting more liquid as Sandra still tried to swallow, but she was already feeling too full.
Sandra's resting place shivered and through the thick haze of her drugged state she realized the stool was moving under her. A thin projection was exploring her vagina and clitoris.
Sandra's body heated with arousal as her skin tingled with desire as the stool grew a small shaft up into her vagina.
The shock of the intruder bolted through her. A sudden fullness and the intruder had filled her vagina. The heat of arousal sang through her body as the vines caressed her pollen coated body, the vaginal probe increased in size and a smaller one stroked her clitoris.
Finally the fluid stopped and Sandra didn't have to swallow anymore. The phallic shaped vine stayed in her mouth and swelled to a larger size forcing her jaws wider.
The vaginal probe started to thrust in and out of her vaginal tunnel as her arousal grew. With each thrust in it grew bigger.
The vines held her upright as the invaders slowly fucked her in the dim light that came through the flowers walls. More pollen dropped from above, making her skin glow with a golden hue. Sandra's consciousness dimmed as the drugs took control.
Flashes of images paraded through her mind as she felt the vaginal probe thrusting deeper and deeper, thicker and wider each time.
Sandra couldn't reach climax, the flower wouldn't allow that. Images of the winged devil flashed through her mind as her arousal increased. The image of the rampant cock played over and over again as she was brought higher and higher in arousal.
Eventually Sandra passed out or slept, she wasn't sure. She woke to find the vine in her mouth had gone, but her body still being invaded, stretched even further, arousal still being increased, but no climax to quell the mind numbing need to have completion. The Goddess used the vaginal probe to change her internal organs, rearranging them to give her womb more space and Sandra was dimly aware of pressure under her diaphragm, as the top of her uterus bumped up against it with each new thrust of the vaginal probe.
Each period of awareness got shorter and shorter as her body couldn't continue the level of arousal and consciousness at the same time. Her body was being held upright by the vines, she had no control, only a languid desire to climax.
Later Sandra woke to find the dimness had been replaced by darkness, the only thing visible was a glowing blossom that seemed to float in the air towards her. The strangely face shaped blossom came towards her face and covered her nose and a puff of something musky scented took away her awareness.
Sandra dreamed of the Goddess, saying she had been chosen for a special purpose, a destiny. The images of her being pregnant invaded her mind. Sandra tried to deny this is something she wanted, she had a career, she was here to study. The images were reinforced and the Goddess promised that everything would be fine, just enjoy it. Sandra knew it was just a dream, but a tiny part of herself did want to have a baby at some date in time, so it wasn't a terrible thing to dream about it.
When she awoke again it was to an intense driving need to come, that was not being fulfilled despite the huge shaft of the flower inside her vagina. It wasn't thrusting anymore it was softly vibrating as it spread her wider and wider. There was no pain, only arousal, driving pulsing through her. After nearly a full day of increasing arousal with no completion Sandra was nearly at her breaking point.
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High Priestess Aurora arrived with another escort of priestesses and bowed before her. The dim light of the flower had brightened slightly and a noise was rising outside the petals. Sandra was aware she was being moved. The flower lifted her high and the vines held her knees wide and apart, showing her stretched womanhood.
The thick probing shaft of vine in her vagina shuddered and extended a thin tube into Sandra's cervix. An aching feeling of being stretched was over-ridden by the throb of a bundle moving up the tube and into Sandra's waiting womb. She could feel every tiny movement of the tube inside her. She realized that she was being implanted with something, the tube planted bundles into her womb lining.
After her womb had twenty bundles implanted the vine slowly withdrew Sandra craved to have the fullness return, but her mind was fuzzy with arousal and the knowledge of what had just happened slipped to the background of her mind as she remembered that she was going to meet the Titan.
The arousal had calmed slightly but she still felt the need to be sexually completed. The desire hadn't gone away, she needed something more. Another rain of golden pollen coated Sandra's body and her skin tingled with increased heightened sensitivity.
The High Priestess gave Sandra a long drink of cool water to slack her thirst. The preparations had gone well and the xeno-anthropologist was ready to meet the Titan, to start her intimate study of the sexual practices of the Gaian people.
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The flower petals in front of Sandra slowly folded down to show the amphitheatre rows were full. Sandra could almost feel the hundreds of alien eyes watching her. Surprisingly enough she felt no embarrassment. Then at a signal the crowd's attention was taken by something up into the sky.
The Titan was heralded in with a loud fanfare and Sandra couldn't believe her eyes. The creature flew down to the front of the crowd on bat-like wings. The Titan truly did look like the devil, naked, definitely like the stereotypical demon. Red skinned, black wings, small hones on his forehead, tail and a huge muscle-bound hairless body. The only thing missing was the cloven feet. The creature had humanistic features, but demonic as well. He stood at least 8 feet tall and his cock was huge in proportion to even that body. His folded wings nearly touched the ground behind him, his tail twitched in the small gap between the folded wings.
The Titan's cock proudly stood rampant and was already throbbing deep crimson with arousal. The muscled shaft glistened with a natural dew-like liquid all along the shaft coming from within. The tip was rounded and much larger than the shaft until it broadened out as it got closer to his body. The head of his cock was large but had a cup shaped indentation, perfectly shaped to fit Sandra's cervix. The Titan's cock was nearly two feet long and was as wide as Sandra's thigh at the base which was hairless, as were his balls which swung pendulously, swollen and throbbing.
Sandra's body instinctively flushed as the flare of her arousal cascaded through her body. The drugs were still affecting her, she wanted that cock inside her, she needed that cock to complete her. The fire of desire burned through her and she gazed at the Titan with lust.
The voice issuing from the colossus was clear to everyone in the amphitheatre, the translator box near her gave her a quiet commentary of his words, but it was his voice that pierced her to the depth of her being. It spoke directly to her loins and her arousal doubled. Sandra's body shivered and sweat rolled down her body as the need called to her.
Sandra watched as the Titan called on the Goddess to bless the upcoming marriage ceremony.
Sandra's arousal was causing her body to glisten with rivers of sweat. Her body cried out for the huge cock, but she couldn't even move her finger to do anything about it.
The Titan addressed the crowd. "Today I will choose a new lifemate. The Goddess has chosen a worthy candidate, a descendant of one of the first human explorers who visited us a hundred earth years ago. She carries the Gaian blood in her veins."
With that the large winged man turned to Sandra and stood before her. His dark eyes captured hers and she was held spellbound.
Sandra slowly realized he was talking about her. She tried to object, she wasn't Gaian, she was only here to witness the ceremony. Her body was languid with the drugs and desire that still coursed through her. She couldn't speak. She wanted to object, she didn't want marriage. Gaian marriage was a life bond. This wasn't what she had signed up for. She had been tricked.
The vines holding Sandra lifted her up and closer to the front of the flower bower. "The Goddess has brought this volunteer to be my lifemate. Do you my subjects accept her as your queen?"
The crowd stamped and screamed their approval.
"Then I claim this woman as mine."
With a surprising speed the huge creature grabbed her hips and lunged forward, his massive cock thrust into Sandra's waiting hole.
Sandra was totally unprepared for the incredible orgasm that came. She felt the massive intruder force its way inside and hit deep into her body with a shattering of pleasure. She felt time slow down as his cock forced its way into her tight vagina. The pleasure explosions in her body were one long continuous wave of orgasm that battered her over and over with pleasure.
As she came back to sensibility she found the Titan staring down into her eyes. He pulled out his cock and thrust it in again and again and again. Each time Sandra's body climaxed as the huge shaft went deeper and deeper. She could feel every thrust, every slam on her cervix as a hit of incredible pleasure straight into her brain. Her cervix had become her main pleasure center and she climaxed with every thrust.
The Titan gave one final thrust and his seed was pouring into Sandra's womb, wave after wave filled her and stretched her womb as the seed forced its way in under huge pressure. Her stomach expanded as her womb was stretched and filled with wave after wave of hot come. The seeds of the Goddess were bathed in the germinating liquid of the Titan. Her consciousness faded as her body shivered with never-ending climax.
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The cheering of the crowd brought Sandra back to awareness. She looked up at the Titan. She was still impaled on the monster cock and felt split apart, full to the brim. He lifted her away from the vines and spun her round on his cock to face forward. She came again and again as he thrust back into her from behind as he held her aloft, presented to the audience.
Sandra was conscious of the haze of gold pollen lifting off her overheated skin and it surrounding her head as a golden cloud, increasing her drugged arousal. The Titan held her tightly as he thrust into her body, her legs and arms dangling like a puppet. Sandra could hear his voice in her head saying, "Mine." Sandra's thoughts answered back, "Yours."
The audience noise grew as they shouted in ecstasy as Sandra climaxed again and again, seemingly feeding their sexual desire. Through barely open eyes Sandra saw the audience explode into orgiastic gyrations as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her.
Sandra woke still impaled on the huge cock of the Titan, her back resting against his chest. They were sitting in the Goddess's petal bower. The Titan pulled a dripping vine down and placed it in her mouth. "Drink from the Goddess's bounty."
Sandra again swallowed the gooey nectar and felt the drugged arousal increase again throughout her body.
The Titan's cock grew even wider and longer inside her body, forcing Sandra's body to change and spread further. Her vagina was elongating and stretching to eventually fit the massive cock of the Titan. There was still more of the huge cocks' length to be accommodated and Sandra's feet dangled above the floor as the huge invader throbbed and pulsed against her cervix as she swallowed again and again.
Once again the vines of the flower held her legs high and wide as the Titan moved her to face him and started thrusting in and out of her body.
Sandra could feel the Titan's cock growing larger and broader as each stroke stretched and altered her vagina. Her womb was full of his fluid and still he forced more in. Her belly swelled and stretched as more liquid spurted in. Eventually he stopped and Sandra was barely awake as she felt the large shaft pull out of her body. Not a drop of his cum leaked as her body absorbed all the excess that was not trapped in her womb. She felt the Titan laying her in a soft sweet smelling cocoon that was provided by the petal bower and Sandra drifted off to an exhausted sleep.
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Sandra woke with the cocoon swaying slightly, the face shaped flower was looking down on her and she heard a soft voice in her head. "You are my chosen one. You will see and experience everything. You will carry my blessing." A puff of pollen came from the flower and Sandra inhaled the drug.
A thick tendril of vine eased into her wet vagina and sunk in slowly. The vine worked its way up to her cervix and then vibrated sending waves of pleasure through Sandra's relaxed body.
Slowly the vine eased into her cervix and pushed into her womb.
Sandra enjoyed the feel of something to fill the void and was aroused by the small vine checking on the safety and positioning of the Goddess' seeds. She faded off into sleep wrapped in the cocoon with the vines still throbbing in her vagina.
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The next day the Titan arrived at the Goddess's bower and there was a smaller crowd than the one the day before. Sandra was again presented by the Goddess to the Titan and he again fucked her in front of them. The hot shaft of the Titans cock plunged into her deeply with one stroke and Sandra climaxed at the first stroke and again and again as she was pounded with the hard flesh of his cock. The audience responded with the same orgiastic enthusiasm.
Again and again Sandra lost consciousness as her body lost the battle with her pleasure. Finally after what seemed like hours the Titan finally climaxed and his cum was shot into Sandra's womb under terrific force. Her womb filled with wave after wave of hot liquid and the seeds that were nestled in her womb were bathed once more in life giving liquid.
The seeds grew slightly as the Titan pumped in more and more cum.
Sandra climaxed again and again as her body stretched to accommodate the liquid.
Finally the Titan's balls were empty and he withdrew his large still hard cock from Sandra's body. He once again placed her in the welcoming cocoon and left her to sleep.
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Every day the Titan returned to feed the growing seeds with his cum. Her womb expanded with the growing seeds and the Goddess fed her with drugged liquid. Sandra knew time was passing, but all she cared about was the intense pleasure she was feeling. She knew that she should be trying to study the people who were the spectators to the daily ritual, but she just couldn't muster any brain power to even think from a xeno-anthropological standpoint. All she cared about was the driving need coursing through her body.
The Titan's cock had less and less room as her belly grew. Each day the Titan had to work longer and faster to get enough stimulation to come as his thrusts were shorter. Sandra's stamina had grown, but nobody could sustain hundreds of orgasms on a daily basis. She would constantly surface to an approaching orgasm as the Titan worked long and hard to get enough stimulation to come.
Sandra at times had moments of clarity where she studied her surroundings and situation. She really enjoyed the constant fucking she was getting, but she did miss the kissing and fondling of human sex. She craved to be held and stroked by her lover.
Her belly had become so big that she was no longer able to leave the cocoon. The Goddess altered the cocoon so that the edges folded back and Sandra's vagina was presented to the Titan each day while still in the enfolding petals.
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One day as Sandra was being prepared for the Titan her belly spasmed with movement and she became aware of the small lives within her moving down to her cervix. The High Priestess Aurora arrived with her attendants and Sandra vaguely heard people outside in the amphitheatre.
The Titan arrived as the cocoon moved her into a different position. She was positioned by the vines with her knees pulled up high, exposing her vagina.
As the movement in Sandra's belly intensified the pollen bower brought a blossom down to cover her nose and a sweet smelling puff of air caused the slight feeling of discomfort to be changed into pleasure. In her dreamlike arousal Sandra heard the Goddesses voice. "Now you will give birth to my progeny. Thank you."
The Titan stood at the head of the cocoon as the priestesses got ready for the arrival of the Goddesses children. The audience now silently watched the special event.
As Sandra felt the first of the twenty seedlings work its way out of her womb the feeling created a wave of pleasure that doubled as the second propelled itself out and into her birthing channel. The priestesses caught each one in a small pot of earth and watched as the new plant buried its roots into the earth.
Twenty young seedlings fought their way out of Sandra's body with each one bringing a huge climax. The Titan stroked her belly as it slowly reduced until there were no more seedlings and Sandra drifted off to sleep in the cocoon.
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Sandra was aware of time passing, she was bathed and fed by the priestesses. She slept inside the warm cocoon of the Goddess while her body recuperated.
One morning she awoke feeling refreshed and wide awake. She lay watching the priestesses tend to the young seedling which had grown significantly. Sandra caught the eye of Aurora the High Priestess as she supervised the young priestesses.
"Good morning." Aurora came over and gently stroked Sandra's forehead. "The Titan will be here soon. Your duties to the Goddess are over for now. You will return when the Goddess requires it." With that the High Priestess left to attend to the growing seedlings.
It was only then that Sandra realized the translator was no longer needed. She could understand the Gaian language perfectly now.
The Titan arrived quietly, no announcement, no fanfare and no audience. He landed at the entrance to the bower, folded his wings and stalked into the Goddess domain. He bowed in respect to the Goddess, towards the rear of the bower and gave a small nod to Aurora. He then approached Sandra with a gleam in his dark eyes. His was naked and his cock ready, Sandra didn't think the Titan's cock could shrink like humans did. She had the impression that he never wore clothes either.
The Titan pulled Sandra's cocoon upwards so he could get closer to her.
"We are free to leave until the Goddess requests our services again. Now, my Queen, we can get to know each other properly. We can now celebrate our marriage." The Titan released her long hair from the braid for it to fall loose as kissed her with a passion that heated Sandra's loins. His tongue delved deeply, stretching and exploring her mouth as he fondled her breast with one hand. Sandra saw sparks behind her closed eyes as her body flushed in arousal that was different to the drugged heat provided by the Goddess. This was a sharp desperate need that was fueled by human arousal.
His tongue pulled off her mouth and latched onto her other breast as Sandra's back arched in passion. He pulled her body closer and Sandra's legs automatically opened and spread. She wanted his cock, she wanted to be fucked. No drugs gave her false arousal, this was all Sandra and she couldn't wait.
The Titan's back bent with surprising suppleness to bring his cock into contact with Sandra's engorged pussy. With a jerk of his hips his hard shaft entered her vagina and Sandra climaxed hard and fast.
The Titan took his mouth from her breast as he stood to gain better traction. He thrust in and out with increasing speed and pressure as Sandra clutched at the hard muscled arms holding her. She came again and again as the Titan's cock forced in further and further.
With a mental shout that blotted out all other sound the Titan released his load into Sandra's cervix. The hot liquid pulsed into Sandra as she lay trembling in a never ending climax that continued wave after wave as her cervix was pleasured by the liquid spurting in.
Sandra was kissed back to awareness and then the Titan pulled her up, swung her around on his cock and settled her on his cock with her back to his chest.
The Titan walked to the side of the amphitheatre and opened his wings. With a hard jerk they were up in the air and Sandra screamed with ecstasy as each flap of his wings drove his cock deeper into her body with each thrust. Each flap of his wings gained altitude, each thrust brought another orgasm to Sandra. Her hair whipped in the wind while the Titan held her by the breasts as he flew upwards to a tall rock face with rooms carved out of it.
But the time the Titan had arrived at his home Sandra hung from his body, panting with exhaustion as she tried to catch her breath. Her body sang with sexual heat as she realized that the Titan was nowhere near finished as he spun her around on his cock again and laid her on his sleeping platform.
She felt dwarfed by the large bed and the giant who now crouched over her. His cock still throbbed with need as he slowly pushed in and out of her vagina. The slow fuck was sending Sandra into heaven as her climax slowly crept up on her with a heat that filled her whole body. Her mind screamed for more. Her mental chant was, "Yes, yes, fuck me." Over and over it was the only expression she could make as she had no breath available for talking or even screaming.
The Titan watched Sandra lying under him, her hair looking messily sexy as she climaxed again and again as he thrust slowly but fully into her. His speed never varied but drove deeper each time. Her body had changed and his cock was almost fully inside her body. His cock pushed upwards further as her womb was forced to flatten up against her diaphragm. He watched Sandra's orgasms take her close to the edge of consciousness and then let loose his control of his own desire, inflamed by her mental screams.
Sandra had nearly passed out when the Titans thrusts changed and became fast, hard and took her climax to a higher level as he finally reached his climax.
Her body tightened with the last of its energy as she felt the Titan's mind enter her consciousness and he invaded her soul. Sandra felt the surge of cum in her body and the surge of the Titan's mind as a single event. She was now bound to him completely.
The Titan rolled onto his back and Sandra was now lying spread-eagled on his chest, fully impaled on his still twitching cock. His wings unfurled and wrapped around Sandra to form a warm dark cocoon. His thoughts invaded her mind, "It will get better my dear. This is only the beginning." Her last thought before exhaustion overtook her was, "If it gets any better it might kill me." She heard a chuckle in her mind from her husband as she slipped into sleep.
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Monday, June 11, 2012
Bait and Switch Ch. 06
The pain was excruciating. I was only dimly aware of the light going from white to yellow before I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, my muddled brain didn't seem to want to work. I vaguely remembered being with Lela, making the switch that I thought would work on her (or trying to), and then waking up in my bed. Had I over used my ability at the party?
A quick test on the lights confirmed it, as pain shot between my eyes. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
I was tempted to sleep all day, till something reminded me that this next week was finals week, before the Christmas break. I'd meant to do some studying today, but I didn't really feel like staying in my room. Especially when I saw I had two missed calls from Gina, and one from Shanna. I didn't feel up to seeing either one right then, so I got dressed, and drove to the campus library, leaving my phone behind.
Studying never was my strong suit, however, and I began thinking about the demons. Lela had told me that there were other humans that had had their dormant genes activated, and I remembered Dennis mentioning seeing YouTube videos of people doing extraordinary things. Using the library's Wi-Fi, I loaded the site, and started browsing. It looked like there were a lot of different videos to choose from, so I started choosing some at random. I watched one where a guy could supposedly talk to dogs and another where a girl could turn her skin blue. Neither of those seemed particularly helpful, so I kept looking. I found the one of the guy in Japan that could spontaneously combust, and then watched as the flames went out, and he was unharmed, even his clothes. I wondered if it was some type of illusion, but I was able to find a version with subtitles, and the cameraman claimed to be able to feel the heat from the flames. Now THAT could come in handy, if he could start other things on fire. Unfortunately, he went on to say that he can only do it to himself.
I searched for a few more hours, with no better results. Some were super strong, or just as useless as blue skin, but I couldn't see how any of them could stop an alien race from destroying the human race. I couldn't even see how I was going to do it. And if Lela, with her advanced technology, couldn't do it, what chance did I have?
Bored and frustrated, I decided to give my ability a small test, and mentally flipped off my laptop. It went off, and the following pain was minimal. In a slightly better mood, I went back to the apartment.
Dennis was there, and I realized he hadn't been home when I'd arrived last night, nor there when I'd gotten up this afternoon.
"Where've you been?" I asked him.
"Out with Robin. Man, can she give a mean blowjob!"I laughed as I dropped my stuff in my room, and then returned to talk to Dennis.
"Wasn't she with Brent?"
"Not anymore. Can you believe what he was doing to his sister?"
I shook my head, but I could believe, and thought that I'd caused it with my switches. I felt guilty again. It was just like with Gina; I was manipulating people into doing things they would otherwise never do. Did I have the right to do that? I had a feeling that the answer was 'no'.
"Oh, by the way, Gina stopped by again. How many girls are you going to string along? First Gina, now Shanna?"
"That was actually her twin, Shannon, last night," I said before I could think better of it.
Dennis gave a long whistle, and punched me in the arm. The punch didn't hurt as much as it usually did, and I wondered if Lela's white light was finally showing its effects.
"Three women now? Yeah, I don't think you can call yourself a geek anymore."
I only shook my head, as I got up and went back to my room. How many women I was with didn't make a difference whether I was a geek or not. Talk of Gina had given me an idea, though.
Opening my phone, I noticed I had missed another call from her, and called her back. She answered on the second ring.
"I'm so glad you called me back. I was afraid you were avoiding me again."
I hated to ruin her mood, but I had to do this. "Gina, we need to talk." I had a plan, and I was fairly certain I could deal with the pain my switches were going to cause me. I was just glad that I was recovering quicker than I had the first time.
"Oh, okay. Is everything alright?" The quaver in her voice told me of her fears.
"I'll be by to pick you up in an hour, is that alright?"
"An hour? Yeah. Hey, is anything wrong?"
"Great, I'll see you then," and hung up. I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't know what else to say.
I showered, and got dressed. I tried not to dress too nice, but also didn't want to look like a slob. I ended up wearing Jeans, and a 'Geeks Are Sexy' t-shirt from one of my favorite websites.
Gina's mom answered the door, and she invited me in. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes; I'll let Gina know you're here."
"I really shouldn't stay for dinner," I protested, but Gina walked in then.
"But we cooked enough for three. Eat with us, and then you can tell me what you wanted to say." Gina had such hopeful eyes, that I couldn't say no. I had wanted to talk to her in a public place, but as I thought about it, it may be better for her emotional balance if she were home when I was done.
Besides, have you ever heard of a single college student turning down a free meal?
Dinner was delicious, a Sunday pot roast, with carrots and potatoes. The table was mostly quiet. I didn't want to talk too much around Gina, but Nancy occasionally asked me questions about school and my plans for the future. For half a heartbeat, I thought about telling them that I had no plans if I couldn't defeat the demons, but knew how crazy that would sound.
Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I felt Gina's foot start to crawl up my leg. Her toes caressing my shin for a few minutes, before going up to my crotch. I nearly choked on my food when she did that. A quick glance at her mom showed she hadn't noticed anything, and Gina had a wicked gleam in her eyes.
As soon as I was done with my plate, I asked if I could be excused, and went to their front room. Gina joined me shortly after.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked as she sat and took my hands in hers.
I prepared a 'memory' switch, feeling only a little pain. It might mean that I would have to do this twice, but if she completely flipped out, I didn't want her remembering.
"Gina, everything you have been feeling lately is my fault, and I don't think we should be around each other anymore."
"What do you mean? Why not?" The quaver was back in her voice, but she gripped my hands tighter.
Time for the truth. "I have a special ability. I can make switches with my mind, and do almost anything I want with them." I watched as my words sank in, and then as her face went to incredulity, so I rushed on, "That night I came over to help you with your math, I made a switch that made you wet every time I spoke, and a switch that made your nipples hard too." Even as I spoke, I felt the first switch move, and knew that my voice was affecting her. This was part of the reason I'd wanted to do this in a public place, but her mother should be protection enough, as long as I don't mess with her switches too.
She looked at me for a second her cheeks going red, probably wondering if I was crazy.
"Well, that might explain a few things," she didn't seem angry, which was a good thing, "but I don't believe you."
I was ready for this. I made a switch to make her back itch, then before she could scratch it, I said, "I just made your back itch. I can move that switch anywhere I want to: your foot, or your arm, even the palm of your hand." As I named each place, I moved the switch, feeling my headache grow with each change. When it reached her hands, she yanked them out of mine, and stared at me. This was the part I was most worried about.
She stared at me in wonder, idly scratching her hand. "So you can control minds?"
"Not really. I can't control what you think, and only a small bit what you feel. Mostly it is a physical reaction I get from my switches."
"So you didn't make me screw you that night. You didn't force me to do it, but you DID manipulate my body?"
I dropped my head in shame, and nodded.
"And you kept on doing it afterwards?"
She was really scratching her hand now, and I realized I hadn't flipped off that switch. She looked grateful as I did, with a mumbled, "Sorry."
"No. I didn't do it again, but after that first night, it was as though your body was conditioned to it. Every time I talk, I feel that switch move. That is why I have been avoiding you, so that I wasn't manipulating you again."
She grabbed my hands again, which surprised me. "Is that what you've been worried about? That I'd hate you after you told me?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn't want to make you do anything you didn't want to do."
She gave a small tremulous laugh, and I looked back up to her hazel eyes. "'Want' is the key word." She took a deep breath. "Honesty deserves honesty. No I didn't plan on screwing you when you came over that night. I planned on trying to seduce you into doing my work for me. Instead I got so turned on by you, I decided to go even further. If you can't control what I think, then you didn't make me screw you. I CHOSE to do it." I tried to protest, but she cut me off. "Yes, yes, you manipulated my body, but you know what? I've always thought you were kind of cute, if a little scrawny... Though it looks like that might be changing too. Are you making yourself stronger?"
I almost... ALMOST, told her about Lela, but I was afraid that the conversation would turn to the demons, and I didn't want to frighten her.
"No, I can't affect myself, only other people and objects." I went on to explain how the switches worked, and how they failed.
"That explains Robbie, and the night they kidnapped you. I think it is like hypnosis in a way," she told me at one point, and I shook my head. This was nothing like hypnosis. "Hear me out. You can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an itch, and various other things, but you can't make me do anything I don't really want to do, like—" She leaned forward, and before I could stop her, kissed me. I could feel myself getting hard, but this was NOT the reason I'd come here. I pushed her away, and looked up to see her mom watching us.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to know if you would be staying the night?" I almost choked as she asked that.
"I wasn't planning to." Gina's mom nodded, and went up the stairs.
"You know, it is the weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom has been oblivious to so many things that used to bother her."
Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer concerned? I remembered the switches I'd made in Gina's mom, and could feel them upstairs. They were both stuck in the position I'd moved them to that first night. I remembered how I had mashed down on them, and wondered if I'd broken her somehow.
I looked back to Gina, and she had a shrewd look on her face. "You did that, didn't you? When she walked in on us, you made sure she didn't care... Oh my... You did it to me too!" If it weren't for the fact that she was smiling from ear to ear, I would have been worried. "Oh, don't give me that look. Listen, you didn't make me do anything against my will, and I certainly don't regret it." She pursed her lips, as she thought about something. "You can tell me no, but I have a favor to ask. You're right about your voice still making me wet. You wanna go upstairs and fuck? As long as you know that I want it, and not because you made me want it?"
I was about to argue that I HAD made her want it, because I'd made the switch in the first place, but her lips against mine cut off that argument. Truth be told, she handled everything better than I'd thought. In fact, now that I think on it more, I'd made the same switch in Professor Frankens, and she hadn't jumped my bones. Maybe Gina was right, and it was something like hypnosis. I couldn't MAKE someone do something they didn't want to.
How then, do I explain Brent and his sister, Lindsey?
I was halfway up the stairs by the time I realized I was no longer on the couch. Gina had me by the hand, and was pulling me along, and despite my earlier reservations, I decided to go with it. She knew what I was capable of, and still wanted to do it. Who was I to argue?
She stopped before we reached her bedroom, however, and I saw her purse her lips again. "I want to test out this ability of yours."
"My headaches—" I tried to stop her, but she just opened the door, and pulled me in after her. It only took me a second to see we were in her mother's room. Nancy was sitting on her bed, watching TV, but she looked up at us as we entered.
"Oh, hi guys. Did you need something?"
"No, we—" Gina covered my mouth, and talked over me, a smile splitting her face.
"We thought we'd come spend some time with you." I glared at Gina.
"That's sweet of you kids," she patted the bed next to her, and scooted over to give us room.
I groaned, as Gina pulled me over to the bed, and shoved me down on it. She didn't waste any time, before jumping on top of me, and kissing me with a passion. Her hunger was really starting to affect me, and despite the oddity of having her mom right next to us, I started to moan, and wrapped my arms around this wild woman.
"Do you want me to leave you kids alone?" The voice broke through the fog in my head, and I broke the kiss, but once again, Gina beat me to it.
"No, stay mom. This is your room. We'll try not to bother you." As she talked, Gina sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra, and then looked to her mom. The older woman glanced at her wanton daughter, and then looked back to the TV, unconcerned.
I think it was about this point I figured, what the hell, and went with it. I pulled Gina back down, liking the way she squealed as I did so, and returned the kiss she'd given me a bit ago. As our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, I allowed my hands to roam her back, and dipped them inside her pants, gripping her small ass.
She lifted her middle, and I felt her hands at my waist, undoing my pants. I kicked off my shoes, and slipped my hands around her waist, doing the same for her pants. As soon as our pants were off, Gina helped remove my shirt, and then we were both naked, lying next to her mom.
Gina kissed her way down my chest, and a sigh next to me made me look over. Gina's mom was now watching us exclusively, but didn't interfere, or say anything else. I wondered what was going through her mind, when Gina's tongue touched my cock.
I moaned loudly, as she slipped her lips around the bulbous head, and I could feel her tongue going to work. I remembered the orgy last night, and couldn't believe my luck lately. Gina started to go crazy, sucking, slurping, and licking, and my hands shot out to grip the sheets at the pleasure she was giving me. At least my left hand did. My right hand gripped Nancy's thigh, and I swear I heard her moan.
Looking up, I saw that her eyes were locked on my crotch and her daughter's mouth. She licked her lips, and mouthed something, but I couldn't hear it over the TV and Gina's noises.
Gina's head was really bobbing up and down, and I was trying to concentrate on holding back my own orgasm. I wasn't close, but I was enjoying this too much and wanted it to last. I knew one way to distract myself.
I got Gina's attention, and indicated what I wanted to do. She happily flipped her body around, so that I could taste her. I kept my right hand on Nancy's leg, but used my other hand to play with one of Gina's large breasts, while I started to lick her pussy.
Gina came almost as soon as my lips touched her, and I felt the leg under my hand pull away. I figured Nancy had probably had enough of watching us, and left.
With my hand now free, I brought them both up to Gina's ass, and held her tight as I attacked her clit. I threw all of my concentration into what I was doing, until Gina came again. She sat up as she did so, moaning in ecstasy at what I was doing. It took me a second to realize I still felt lips around my cock.
"That's it mom. Show me how to suck his fat cock," I heard Gina say, and almost blew my load right then.
I threw Gina off of me, and looked down to see that the older woman did indeed have my thick rod between her thin lips, and she was completely naked. Her breasts were smaller than her daughter's tits, and were topped by dark red nipples.
"Nancy!" I exclaimed in shock.
She pulled away, and smiled up at me, "I hope you don't mind. Gina looked like she was having so much fun, I wanted to try some of this," she told me matter-of-factly, giving my member a few quick yanks.
Gina leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I was surprised when she asked if she could suck on you, too." She kissed my cheek. "Go with it. She has been so lonely since dad left; I think she could use it."
"But she's your mom!" I protested, as Nancy started to suck on my balls.
"And you're hard as a rock, and enjoying what she's doing." She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then said, "Consider this retribution for your evil ways in manipulating us." I knew she wasn't being serious with her tone, and the kiss that followed made my toes curl. "Mom, if you think that is fun; you should let him eat you out."
I was about to protest, but the look of hope I saw in Nancy's eyes changed my mind. The same hazel eyes Gina had. "Come here," I told her instead.
Nancy squealed, just like her daughter, as she climbed up my body, and planted her crotch on my face. She was practically dripping before I even shoved my tongue in her, and came when I sucked on her clit.
"Oh, I haven't had anyone do that to me in years!" The older woman exclaimed. I reached my hands up to her smaller breasts, and started running her nipples through my fingers, as I continued tasting her.
I felt Gina straddle my hips, and a moment later I entered her small crevice. She seemed to be on fire, and sank onto my length in record time.
"That's it, Nick. Lick my mom's pussy while you fuck me. You made me a horny slut for you, and now you've got my mom, too. Fuck me, Nick. And after that, you're going to fuck her!"
At this point, I was so horny, I didn't care how odd the situation was. It didn't even bother me when I felt Gina's hands replace mine on her mother's tits, or when I looked up Nancy's body to see the two women kissing. The sight of their tongues wrapping around each other did set me off, and I unloaded my seed into Gina's grasping cunt.
The second I was done, Nancy pushed her daughter off of me, and to my surprise, and I think Gina's too, the older women started to suck my cum from her daughter's wet hole.
Nancy's ass was in the air, and I had only softened a little bit, so I decided to go for it. I got on my knees behind her, gripped her ass in both hands, and slid my cum soaked cock into her cunny. She was even tighter than her daughter was, and if my tool weren't already so slick, and slightly softened, it would have taken more effort. I tried to be careful, however, as I slid more and more of my pecker into her. Tight though she was, I didn't hit her bottom till I was fully inside her velvety hot folds.
Nancy was moaning deeply into her daughter's cunny, as I started moving my hips, already feeling myself grow harder with every stroke.
"Oh my Gawd, mom. I can't believe you're sucking his cum from my pussy. Ahh, that feels so good. Keep going, mom. Suck my clit. Make me cum again!" I decided to moan loudly right then to help her out, and smiled as I watched her whole body tense from a powerful orgasm. The look Gina gave me, said she knew what I'd done for her.
I looked back down to where I was sawing in and out of Nancy's tight pussy, and still couldn't believe I was fully buried in her, and without that tight grasping feeling at the head, like I'd felt from Shanna. I picked up my pace, and soon Nancy was grunting with each stroke as I pounded into her soft flesh. Nancy came a few seconds later, and pulled off my cock, moaning, "No more, I need a break." She licked her way up her daughter's body, and they started kissing when their faces met.
Gina's legs were still spread, and I was still hard, so I walked my way up to her on my knees, and sank back into her.
"Oh, fuck," Gina nearly screamed. "Not again! I don't... Know if I... Can... Oh fuck... Fuck me, Nick. FUCK ME HARD!"
I started pounding as hard as I could, leaning slightly forward over Nancy's body, and kissed the back of the woman's neck. It only took a couple minutes at this pace, before I dropped my second load into Gina's tight twat.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Nancy asked me with a smile, as I stood at their front door.
"We can't promise you'll get much sleep, but I promise you won't regret it," Gina said right after.
I laughed, and gave them both a quick kiss, before walking out, followed by Gina.
"No more avoiding me?" She asked, and I nodded. She had assuaged my guilt well enough. Maybe I had manipulated her, but I hadn't forced her to do something she didn't want to. I truly hoped she would quit moping and being so clingy though. I wondered if I could make a switch for that?
The second I walked into my bedroom, I found myself transported to Lela's featureless room.
"I trust you have recovered?" She asked me, her head cocked to the side as she does when she talks to me.
"Yes, thank you," I replied, vaguely remembering the white light going yellow when I'd collapsed last night.
The memory of what had caused me to collapse returned as well, and I almost made the switch that I thought would get her to have sex with me, but backed off. After Gina and Nancy, I was exhausted. I did make the switch, thinking it was harder to make a switch than move one, and at least it would be there when I was ready.
"Good. I am glad to see you exercising your ability. Have you tried it on a large group yet?"
I cursed myself for a fool. The party last night would have been the perfect place to see how many switches I could make at once. Even when I'd been kidnapped, I made all the switches one by one. Luckily I could work at the speed of my imagination, but I still needed to know if I could make more than one at a time.
"No," I told her, feeling dejected.
"You still have time left. Keep practicing."
"Maybe you should find someone else," I said. I didn't know if I could do this, and the pressure to save the entire human race was pretty intense.
"Maybe," she told me, and there was no emotion in her tone, "but right now, you're all you have."
When I woke up, my muddled brain didn't seem to want to work. I vaguely remembered being with Lela, making the switch that I thought would work on her (or trying to), and then waking up in my bed. Had I over used my ability at the party?
A quick test on the lights confirmed it, as pain shot between my eyes. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
I was tempted to sleep all day, till something reminded me that this next week was finals week, before the Christmas break. I'd meant to do some studying today, but I didn't really feel like staying in my room. Especially when I saw I had two missed calls from Gina, and one from Shanna. I didn't feel up to seeing either one right then, so I got dressed, and drove to the campus library, leaving my phone behind.
Studying never was my strong suit, however, and I began thinking about the demons. Lela had told me that there were other humans that had had their dormant genes activated, and I remembered Dennis mentioning seeing YouTube videos of people doing extraordinary things. Using the library's Wi-Fi, I loaded the site, and started browsing. It looked like there were a lot of different videos to choose from, so I started choosing some at random. I watched one where a guy could supposedly talk to dogs and another where a girl could turn her skin blue. Neither of those seemed particularly helpful, so I kept looking. I found the one of the guy in Japan that could spontaneously combust, and then watched as the flames went out, and he was unharmed, even his clothes. I wondered if it was some type of illusion, but I was able to find a version with subtitles, and the cameraman claimed to be able to feel the heat from the flames. Now THAT could come in handy, if he could start other things on fire. Unfortunately, he went on to say that he can only do it to himself.
I searched for a few more hours, with no better results. Some were super strong, or just as useless as blue skin, but I couldn't see how any of them could stop an alien race from destroying the human race. I couldn't even see how I was going to do it. And if Lela, with her advanced technology, couldn't do it, what chance did I have?
Bored and frustrated, I decided to give my ability a small test, and mentally flipped off my laptop. It went off, and the following pain was minimal. In a slightly better mood, I went back to the apartment.
Dennis was there, and I realized he hadn't been home when I'd arrived last night, nor there when I'd gotten up this afternoon.
"Where've you been?" I asked him.
"Out with Robin. Man, can she give a mean blowjob!"I laughed as I dropped my stuff in my room, and then returned to talk to Dennis.
"Wasn't she with Brent?"
"Not anymore. Can you believe what he was doing to his sister?"
I shook my head, but I could believe, and thought that I'd caused it with my switches. I felt guilty again. It was just like with Gina; I was manipulating people into doing things they would otherwise never do. Did I have the right to do that? I had a feeling that the answer was 'no'.
"Oh, by the way, Gina stopped by again. How many girls are you going to string along? First Gina, now Shanna?"
"That was actually her twin, Shannon, last night," I said before I could think better of it.
Dennis gave a long whistle, and punched me in the arm. The punch didn't hurt as much as it usually did, and I wondered if Lela's white light was finally showing its effects.
"Three women now? Yeah, I don't think you can call yourself a geek anymore."
I only shook my head, as I got up and went back to my room. How many women I was with didn't make a difference whether I was a geek or not. Talk of Gina had given me an idea, though.
Opening my phone, I noticed I had missed another call from her, and called her back. She answered on the second ring.
"I'm so glad you called me back. I was afraid you were avoiding me again."
I hated to ruin her mood, but I had to do this. "Gina, we need to talk." I had a plan, and I was fairly certain I could deal with the pain my switches were going to cause me. I was just glad that I was recovering quicker than I had the first time.
"Oh, okay. Is everything alright?" The quaver in her voice told me of her fears.
"I'll be by to pick you up in an hour, is that alright?"
"An hour? Yeah. Hey, is anything wrong?"
"Great, I'll see you then," and hung up. I didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't know what else to say.
I showered, and got dressed. I tried not to dress too nice, but also didn't want to look like a slob. I ended up wearing Jeans, and a 'Geeks Are Sexy' t-shirt from one of my favorite websites.
Gina's mom answered the door, and she invited me in. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes; I'll let Gina know you're here."
"I really shouldn't stay for dinner," I protested, but Gina walked in then.
"But we cooked enough for three. Eat with us, and then you can tell me what you wanted to say." Gina had such hopeful eyes, that I couldn't say no. I had wanted to talk to her in a public place, but as I thought about it, it may be better for her emotional balance if she were home when I was done.
Besides, have you ever heard of a single college student turning down a free meal?
Dinner was delicious, a Sunday pot roast, with carrots and potatoes. The table was mostly quiet. I didn't want to talk too much around Gina, but Nancy occasionally asked me questions about school and my plans for the future. For half a heartbeat, I thought about telling them that I had no plans if I couldn't defeat the demons, but knew how crazy that would sound.
Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I felt Gina's foot start to crawl up my leg. Her toes caressing my shin for a few minutes, before going up to my crotch. I nearly choked on my food when she did that. A quick glance at her mom showed she hadn't noticed anything, and Gina had a wicked gleam in her eyes.
As soon as I was done with my plate, I asked if I could be excused, and went to their front room. Gina joined me shortly after.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked as she sat and took my hands in hers.
I prepared a 'memory' switch, feeling only a little pain. It might mean that I would have to do this twice, but if she completely flipped out, I didn't want her remembering.
"Gina, everything you have been feeling lately is my fault, and I don't think we should be around each other anymore."
"What do you mean? Why not?" The quaver was back in her voice, but she gripped my hands tighter.
Time for the truth. "I have a special ability. I can make switches with my mind, and do almost anything I want with them." I watched as my words sank in, and then as her face went to incredulity, so I rushed on, "That night I came over to help you with your math, I made a switch that made you wet every time I spoke, and a switch that made your nipples hard too." Even as I spoke, I felt the first switch move, and knew that my voice was affecting her. This was part of the reason I'd wanted to do this in a public place, but her mother should be protection enough, as long as I don't mess with her switches too.
She looked at me for a second her cheeks going red, probably wondering if I was crazy.
"Well, that might explain a few things," she didn't seem angry, which was a good thing, "but I don't believe you."
I was ready for this. I made a switch to make her back itch, then before she could scratch it, I said, "I just made your back itch. I can move that switch anywhere I want to: your foot, or your arm, even the palm of your hand." As I named each place, I moved the switch, feeling my headache grow with each change. When it reached her hands, she yanked them out of mine, and stared at me. This was the part I was most worried about.
She stared at me in wonder, idly scratching her hand. "So you can control minds?"
"Not really. I can't control what you think, and only a small bit what you feel. Mostly it is a physical reaction I get from my switches."
"So you didn't make me screw you that night. You didn't force me to do it, but you DID manipulate my body?"
I dropped my head in shame, and nodded.
"And you kept on doing it afterwards?"
She was really scratching her hand now, and I realized I hadn't flipped off that switch. She looked grateful as I did, with a mumbled, "Sorry."
"No. I didn't do it again, but after that first night, it was as though your body was conditioned to it. Every time I talk, I feel that switch move. That is why I have been avoiding you, so that I wasn't manipulating you again."
She grabbed my hands again, which surprised me. "Is that what you've been worried about? That I'd hate you after you told me?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn't want to make you do anything you didn't want to do."
She gave a small tremulous laugh, and I looked back up to her hazel eyes. "'Want' is the key word." She took a deep breath. "Honesty deserves honesty. No I didn't plan on screwing you when you came over that night. I planned on trying to seduce you into doing my work for me. Instead I got so turned on by you, I decided to go even further. If you can't control what I think, then you didn't make me screw you. I CHOSE to do it." I tried to protest, but she cut me off. "Yes, yes, you manipulated my body, but you know what? I've always thought you were kind of cute, if a little scrawny... Though it looks like that might be changing too. Are you making yourself stronger?"
I almost... ALMOST, told her about Lela, but I was afraid that the conversation would turn to the demons, and I didn't want to frighten her.
"No, I can't affect myself, only other people and objects." I went on to explain how the switches worked, and how they failed.
"That explains Robbie, and the night they kidnapped you. I think it is like hypnosis in a way," she told me at one point, and I shook my head. This was nothing like hypnosis. "Hear me out. You can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an itch, and various other things, but you can't make me do anything I don't really want to do, like—" She leaned forward, and before I could stop her, kissed me. I could feel myself getting hard, but this was NOT the reason I'd come here. I pushed her away, and looked up to see her mom watching us.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to know if you would be staying the night?" I almost choked as she asked that.
"I wasn't planning to." Gina's mom nodded, and went up the stairs.
"You know, it is the weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom has been oblivious to so many things that used to bother her."
Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer concerned? I remembered the switches I'd made in Gina's mom, and could feel them upstairs. They were both stuck in the position I'd moved them to that first night. I remembered how I had mashed down on them, and wondered if I'd broken her somehow.
I looked back to Gina, and she had a shrewd look on her face. "You did that, didn't you? When she walked in on us, you made sure she didn't care... Oh my... You did it to me too!" If it weren't for the fact that she was smiling from ear to ear, I would have been worried. "Oh, don't give me that look. Listen, you didn't make me do anything against my will, and I certainly don't regret it." She pursed her lips, as she thought about something. "You can tell me no, but I have a favor to ask. You're right about your voice still making me wet. You wanna go upstairs and fuck? As long as you know that I want it, and not because you made me want it?"
I was about to argue that I HAD made her want it, because I'd made the switch in the first place, but her lips against mine cut off that argument. Truth be told, she handled everything better than I'd thought. In fact, now that I think on it more, I'd made the same switch in Professor Frankens, and she hadn't jumped my bones. Maybe Gina was right, and it was something like hypnosis. I couldn't MAKE someone do something they didn't want to.
How then, do I explain Brent and his sister, Lindsey?
I was halfway up the stairs by the time I realized I was no longer on the couch. Gina had me by the hand, and was pulling me along, and despite my earlier reservations, I decided to go with it. She knew what I was capable of, and still wanted to do it. Who was I to argue?
She stopped before we reached her bedroom, however, and I saw her purse her lips again. "I want to test out this ability of yours."
"My headaches—" I tried to stop her, but she just opened the door, and pulled me in after her. It only took me a second to see we were in her mother's room. Nancy was sitting on her bed, watching TV, but she looked up at us as we entered.
"Oh, hi guys. Did you need something?"
"No, we—" Gina covered my mouth, and talked over me, a smile splitting her face.
"We thought we'd come spend some time with you." I glared at Gina.
"That's sweet of you kids," she patted the bed next to her, and scooted over to give us room.
I groaned, as Gina pulled me over to the bed, and shoved me down on it. She didn't waste any time, before jumping on top of me, and kissing me with a passion. Her hunger was really starting to affect me, and despite the oddity of having her mom right next to us, I started to moan, and wrapped my arms around this wild woman.
"Do you want me to leave you kids alone?" The voice broke through the fog in my head, and I broke the kiss, but once again, Gina beat me to it.
"No, stay mom. This is your room. We'll try not to bother you." As she talked, Gina sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra, and then looked to her mom. The older woman glanced at her wanton daughter, and then looked back to the TV, unconcerned.
I think it was about this point I figured, what the hell, and went with it. I pulled Gina back down, liking the way she squealed as I did so, and returned the kiss she'd given me a bit ago. As our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, I allowed my hands to roam her back, and dipped them inside her pants, gripping her small ass.
She lifted her middle, and I felt her hands at my waist, undoing my pants. I kicked off my shoes, and slipped my hands around her waist, doing the same for her pants. As soon as our pants were off, Gina helped remove my shirt, and then we were both naked, lying next to her mom.
Gina kissed her way down my chest, and a sigh next to me made me look over. Gina's mom was now watching us exclusively, but didn't interfere, or say anything else. I wondered what was going through her mind, when Gina's tongue touched my cock.
I moaned loudly, as she slipped her lips around the bulbous head, and I could feel her tongue going to work. I remembered the orgy last night, and couldn't believe my luck lately. Gina started to go crazy, sucking, slurping, and licking, and my hands shot out to grip the sheets at the pleasure she was giving me. At least my left hand did. My right hand gripped Nancy's thigh, and I swear I heard her moan.
Looking up, I saw that her eyes were locked on my crotch and her daughter's mouth. She licked her lips, and mouthed something, but I couldn't hear it over the TV and Gina's noises.
Gina's head was really bobbing up and down, and I was trying to concentrate on holding back my own orgasm. I wasn't close, but I was enjoying this too much and wanted it to last. I knew one way to distract myself.
I got Gina's attention, and indicated what I wanted to do. She happily flipped her body around, so that I could taste her. I kept my right hand on Nancy's leg, but used my other hand to play with one of Gina's large breasts, while I started to lick her pussy.
Gina came almost as soon as my lips touched her, and I felt the leg under my hand pull away. I figured Nancy had probably had enough of watching us, and left.
With my hand now free, I brought them both up to Gina's ass, and held her tight as I attacked her clit. I threw all of my concentration into what I was doing, until Gina came again. She sat up as she did so, moaning in ecstasy at what I was doing. It took me a second to realize I still felt lips around my cock.
"That's it mom. Show me how to suck his fat cock," I heard Gina say, and almost blew my load right then.
I threw Gina off of me, and looked down to see that the older woman did indeed have my thick rod between her thin lips, and she was completely naked. Her breasts were smaller than her daughter's tits, and were topped by dark red nipples.
"Nancy!" I exclaimed in shock.
She pulled away, and smiled up at me, "I hope you don't mind. Gina looked like she was having so much fun, I wanted to try some of this," she told me matter-of-factly, giving my member a few quick yanks.
Gina leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I was surprised when she asked if she could suck on you, too." She kissed my cheek. "Go with it. She has been so lonely since dad left; I think she could use it."
"But she's your mom!" I protested, as Nancy started to suck on my balls.
"And you're hard as a rock, and enjoying what she's doing." She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then said, "Consider this retribution for your evil ways in manipulating us." I knew she wasn't being serious with her tone, and the kiss that followed made my toes curl. "Mom, if you think that is fun; you should let him eat you out."
I was about to protest, but the look of hope I saw in Nancy's eyes changed my mind. The same hazel eyes Gina had. "Come here," I told her instead.
Nancy squealed, just like her daughter, as she climbed up my body, and planted her crotch on my face. She was practically dripping before I even shoved my tongue in her, and came when I sucked on her clit.
"Oh, I haven't had anyone do that to me in years!" The older woman exclaimed. I reached my hands up to her smaller breasts, and started running her nipples through my fingers, as I continued tasting her.
I felt Gina straddle my hips, and a moment later I entered her small crevice. She seemed to be on fire, and sank onto my length in record time.
"That's it, Nick. Lick my mom's pussy while you fuck me. You made me a horny slut for you, and now you've got my mom, too. Fuck me, Nick. And after that, you're going to fuck her!"
At this point, I was so horny, I didn't care how odd the situation was. It didn't even bother me when I felt Gina's hands replace mine on her mother's tits, or when I looked up Nancy's body to see the two women kissing. The sight of their tongues wrapping around each other did set me off, and I unloaded my seed into Gina's grasping cunt.
The second I was done, Nancy pushed her daughter off of me, and to my surprise, and I think Gina's too, the older women started to suck my cum from her daughter's wet hole.
Nancy's ass was in the air, and I had only softened a little bit, so I decided to go for it. I got on my knees behind her, gripped her ass in both hands, and slid my cum soaked cock into her cunny. She was even tighter than her daughter was, and if my tool weren't already so slick, and slightly softened, it would have taken more effort. I tried to be careful, however, as I slid more and more of my pecker into her. Tight though she was, I didn't hit her bottom till I was fully inside her velvety hot folds.
Nancy was moaning deeply into her daughter's cunny, as I started moving my hips, already feeling myself grow harder with every stroke.
"Oh my Gawd, mom. I can't believe you're sucking his cum from my pussy. Ahh, that feels so good. Keep going, mom. Suck my clit. Make me cum again!" I decided to moan loudly right then to help her out, and smiled as I watched her whole body tense from a powerful orgasm. The look Gina gave me, said she knew what I'd done for her.
I looked back down to where I was sawing in and out of Nancy's tight pussy, and still couldn't believe I was fully buried in her, and without that tight grasping feeling at the head, like I'd felt from Shanna. I picked up my pace, and soon Nancy was grunting with each stroke as I pounded into her soft flesh. Nancy came a few seconds later, and pulled off my cock, moaning, "No more, I need a break." She licked her way up her daughter's body, and they started kissing when their faces met.
Gina's legs were still spread, and I was still hard, so I walked my way up to her on my knees, and sank back into her.
"Oh, fuck," Gina nearly screamed. "Not again! I don't... Know if I... Can... Oh fuck... Fuck me, Nick. FUCK ME HARD!"
I started pounding as hard as I could, leaning slightly forward over Nancy's body, and kissed the back of the woman's neck. It only took a couple minutes at this pace, before I dropped my second load into Gina's tight twat.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Nancy asked me with a smile, as I stood at their front door.
"We can't promise you'll get much sleep, but I promise you won't regret it," Gina said right after.
I laughed, and gave them both a quick kiss, before walking out, followed by Gina.
"No more avoiding me?" She asked, and I nodded. She had assuaged my guilt well enough. Maybe I had manipulated her, but I hadn't forced her to do something she didn't want to. I truly hoped she would quit moping and being so clingy though. I wondered if I could make a switch for that?
The second I walked into my bedroom, I found myself transported to Lela's featureless room.
"I trust you have recovered?" She asked me, her head cocked to the side as she does when she talks to me.
"Yes, thank you," I replied, vaguely remembering the white light going yellow when I'd collapsed last night.
The memory of what had caused me to collapse returned as well, and I almost made the switch that I thought would get her to have sex with me, but backed off. After Gina and Nancy, I was exhausted. I did make the switch, thinking it was harder to make a switch than move one, and at least it would be there when I was ready.
"Good. I am glad to see you exercising your ability. Have you tried it on a large group yet?"
I cursed myself for a fool. The party last night would have been the perfect place to see how many switches I could make at once. Even when I'd been kidnapped, I made all the switches one by one. Luckily I could work at the speed of my imagination, but I still needed to know if I could make more than one at a time.
"No," I told her, feeling dejected.
"You still have time left. Keep practicing."
"Maybe you should find someone else," I said. I didn't know if I could do this, and the pressure to save the entire human race was pretty intense.
"Maybe," she told me, and there was no emotion in her tone, "but right now, you're all you have."
Alien Inheritance
I guess I'm illegitimate. Well, since my mother and father never got married, there's no doubt I'm illegitimate. Not that it ever bothered me much. I can't remember ever being discriminated against because of it, though I always felt kind of funny myself. I wasn't ashamed... maybe, just a little embarrassed.
My father had money and was always very generous in supporting mom and me. And he kept in touch too, maintaining his relationship with us - visiting about twice a year.
The last time he visited was in May, a little after I graduated from high school. It was Friday after my first week working at my summer job with the only architect in our town. I would be starting school at MIT in the fall, and though my father had agreed to pay my tuition and living costs, I wanted the summer job to save a little extra spending money.
As I parked my old Dodge in the driveway, mom came hurrying out the back door. "Move your car," she said. "Your father will be at the airport at 5:45. We have to pick him up."
I parked my car on the street so she could pull out her BMW, then got in next to her. I saw that she had changed from the tailored clothes she usually wore at work to a sleeveless white blouse and tan shorts. Her dark brown hair, which she wore up for work was down now, just brushing the collar of her blouse. I also saw that she was wearing a little more makeup than usual.
"What's going on? He usually gives us more warning before his visits," I said.
"He called from Chicago a couple of hours ago and said he would be arriving at 5:45, that's all I know. But this visit is about you. He said he wanted to talk to you about something important."
"I hope everything's all right. He isn't going to go back on his promise about paying for me to go to MIT, is he?"
"Whatever happens, be sure you treat your father with the respect he deserves. Remember, he does the best he can for us."
"I will, mom... I will," I said, a little worried about what the future might hold.
We arrived at the airport a few minutes before the plane was due. Mom parked in the red waiting zone - not much danger of being towed at our small airport. As she walked ahead of me into the terminal, I noticed how good mom looked. The high heel sandals she was wearing with her shorts revealed how shapely her legs were. She wasn't really old yet, just having turned 40. I could imagine what she must have looked like twenty years ago, when as a model in Chicago she first attracted my father's attention.
We didn't have to wait long before the small commuter plane landed. My father was smiling broadly as he entered the terminal and was met by mom and me. Then, he put his arms around me, pulling me to him in a warm hug. This was uncharacteristic for my father; he tends to be kind of reserved and doesn't express his emotions much.
A warm feeling of affection for my dad welled up inside me. He was my father. I loved him, and I knew he loved me. I guess mom felt the same, the way she kept herself close to him. Releasing me, one arm around mom's waist, "All set for MIT?" dad asked.
"I hope I'm ready," I said. "I've got a summer job to save some extra spending money. There aren't any problems with me going to MIT this fall, are there?"
"No... no problems," he said. "I'm glad you're taking responsibility for earning some of your spending money. There's something else I'll need to talk to you about later, though."
Then, seeing the expression on my face, "Don't worry. I think you're going to like what I have in mind."
After we got home, dad and I sat in the den while mom fixed dinner. She had phoned the real estate agency where she worked to let them know she wouldn't be available until Monday. She didn't really need to work for the money, but wanted something to occupy her now that I was older and more independent. When I was younger, she had limited her activities to caring for me, housekeeping and working for the PTA and a few other community organizations.
Dad looked at me over his scotch and water. "I know you're still a little worried about what I wanted to talk to you about. Well, it's really nothing you need to worry about. Now that you're getting older - in a lot of ways, you're an adult now - I realize we haven't had much opportunity to get to know each other. This summer, I'd like to have you spend some time with me at my place in Santa Barbara. That will give us a chance to get better acquainted with each other before you go off to MIT. Well, what do you think? Would you like to spend a couple of weeks with me?"
I was relieved to hear my worst fear wasn't going to be realized, and a little surprised at what my dad was suggesting. I never thought he was interested in having any more of a relationship with me than what happened during his occasional visits. But, I was willing to go along with him. I loved my dad. If he wanted to try to get to know me better, I was willing to try to get to know him better.
"Yes," I replied. "I'd like that. Will mom... ?"
"Your mother doesn't need to come with us. She's been to my place in Santa Barbara before. (I didn't know that.) I'm sure she'll agree it's better if it's just you and me."
Dinner was delicious, as usual. Mom was a good cook, and she seemed to take pleasure in the praise dad gave her for the meal. We firmed up our plans over dinner. I would fly to Santa Barbara at the beginning of July for a two week visit - dad would send me the tickets. He told me not to worry about losing my job with the architect, he would fix it so I could take the two weeks off. (Not that I cared much any more about that job.) As my father predicted, mom agreed it would be better if she didn't join us. "You won't want your mother around when you two are doing your male-bonding thing," she said, smiling.
As mom started to clear the table, dad said, "Laura, you take it easy, Rob and I can take care of this. You were stuck in that hot kitchen while we were talking in the den."
"Thanks," she said. "I think I'll take a shower to cool off."
Clearing the table and loading the dishwasher was one of my regular chores, so having my father's help was actually an advantage. It wasn't long before we had the dishwasher loaded, the tablecloth folded, and returned to our places in the den.
We sat there quietly for a few minutes, hearing only the rumble of the dishwasher, the occasional purr of the airconditioner and the faint sounds of my mother's shower. The quiet was unusual. Most of the time, there's noise filling the empty spaces in the house: television, the radio, my cd player. The quiet was unusual, but not uncomfortable. As my father and I sat together in the den, I felt the bond between us growing.
The faint sound of the shower stopped. Then, after a while, we heard mom from the top of the stairs, "Eric, I'm going to bed now. Goodnight Rob."
"'Night, mom," I shouted up.
"We'll talk some more tomorrow," dad said to me. Then, walking to the kitchen to freshen his drink, "I'll be right up, Laura."
It was still early, but this sort of behavior wasn't unusual for them. During my dad's occasional visits, mom seemed to want to make up for all the sex she was missing during the rest of the year. I guess it worked, because she never expressed any interest in other men, even though I knew she had plenty of opportunities.
Now, bothered a little by the quiet, I turned on tv, watching the news and then an old horror movie before going up to my room. In bed, in the quiet of the night, I could still faintly hear the sounds of mom's moans coming from her room. "How long can they keep it up," I thought to myself. Then, covering my ears with a pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a little after 8:30 the next morning, before my parents got up. After coffee and a quick shower, I went over to Danny's house.
Danny was my best friend. Like me, he was one of the outsiders - the kids who weren't considered acceptable by the cool kids at school. Most of us outsiders were pretty intelligent and did good at school, but we were never popular. We all believed we would be vindicated in the future when we would be successful and wealthy - like Bill Gates.
After hanging around with Danny for a while and having lunch with him at McDonalds, I got back home about 1:30. Mom was watering the flowers when I pulled up. "Rob, you need to mow the grass today," she said.
"I will, mom. I'll do it right away."
"Your dad wants to talk to you first," she said. "He's in the den."
I found my father checking his e-mail on the pc in the den. "Mom said you wanted to talk to me," I said.
"How's that laptop working out?" he asked. He had given me a laptop for Christmas - to help with school and take to college.
"Let's take a look at it," he said heading up to my room.
Within minutes, he had the laptop fired up and was reviewing my directories. I didn't think my privacy ought to be invaded like this, but didn't know what I could do about it, so I didn't say anything.
Both the den pc and my laptop had high speed internet connections. I was a little concerned about what my father might discover on my laptop. I hadn't downloaded any real porn, but I had a fairly large collection of Playboy and Penthouse photos.
Dad looked over my class work on the laptop. But after that, it didn't take long for him to find my photo collection. I was afraid of what he would say, but he seemed to treat my interest in naked women as normal.
Paging through the pictures, he began asking my opinion about some of the girls. Stopping at a particularly large-breasted model, "Those breasts are obviously implants," he said. "What do you think about implants?"
"I don't know... as long as you can't tell the difference, it wouldn't matter to me."
"I guess that makes sense," he said, then continued looking through the photo collection.
He stopped at one on the more recent playmates. Bobbi Burke was Miss November last year. A petite blonde, about eighteen years old, with a fantastic figure - large breasts, a small waist, and shapely hips. She had played a major role in several of my fantasies. "I think those are natural," dad said. "Do you like her? Do you find her attractive?"
"Yeah, I guess," a little shy about talking with my father about sex. Then, somehow compelled to tell him the truth, "Yeah, she's really hot. She could turn me on for sure."
He continued paging through the photos, commenting on one and then another, asking my opinion of several of the girls. He lingered for a moment over a centerfold from a few years back - Candace, a redhead with a gorgeous figure. He didn't ask my opinion of this playmate, just glanced at me with an amused look on his face, then continued paging through the photos.
He stopped again at Miss February, another of the younger girls - about eighteen or nineteen. Claudia Slevik had a slimmer figure than some of the playmates, though she was far from flat-chested. With her shoulder length dark hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones she had an exotic look, though the verbiage said she was a native of Ohio.
"What about her?" dad asked. "Does she turn you on?"
I looked at the photo of the naked model, "Yeah, she's really beautiful, and sexy too."
Claudia was almost the last playmate in my collection and it wasn't long before dad finished looking over the rest. Then, turning to me as I sat on the bed, "Rob, I guess you haven't had much experience with women... I mean girls. That's something I can help you with when you come to Santa Barbara. I think you'll find the information - the secrets - I have will give you a big advantage in that area."
In fact, I had almost no experience with girls. I didn't have a girlfriend - I had only had a few dates and had never got more than a quick goodnight kiss - I was a virgin.
"To tell the truth, I really need help. Girls don't seem to like me, or to be attracted to me. I just don't know what to do with them."
"We'll take care of that in Santa Barbara," dad reassured me. "You'll find things will be different after that. Now, you'd better mow the grass, like your mother wants."
The rest of dad's visit passed without anything major happening. We talked some more about my visit to Santa Barbara, mom and dad had sex Saturday night, and Sunday he took the commuter plane to Chicago where he would catch a connecting flight to New York. My father had some sort of job working for the UN, though I was never exactly sure what he did.
The weeks until I was to visit my father in Santa Barbara seemed to last for months. Then, finally, I boarded the commuter plane for Chicago. At O'Hare, I took a flight to Los Angeles - first class, dad paid for the ticket.
Dad met me at Los Angeles airport. With him was Candace Stephens, the redhead playmate in my laptop photo collection. "Candace, this is my son, Rob Mannheim," dad said.
Shaking her hand, trying hard not to look at Candace's large breasts covered by a blue tee-shirt, I said "Glad to meet you."
"Glad to meet you, Rob," she responded. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us."
It was clear from her statement and the way she kept close to my dad, casually touching him, that they were a couple. "He might even have married her," I thought to myself.
We got my bags and transferred them to dad's twin-engine plane in the general aviation section of the airport. I knew dad had his private pilot license, but it had been a long time since I had flown with him. Years ago, he had flown mom and me to St. Louis for a short trip during one of his visits.
Once we received clearance to take off, the flight to Santa Barbara didn't take long. Dad let me sit in the copilot's seat, even letting me steer the plane a little. Candace sat in back, leafing through magazines during most of the flight. When I was sure she wasn't paying attention to us, I asked dad about her.
"She's just one of my girlfriends. I told you I could give you some information about how to succeed with women," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to marry her."
At the Santa Barbara airport we put my luggage into dad's Ford Expedition, then took off for the "ranch," about a half-hour drive north of the city. When I saw the house, I thought it looked more like a Mediterranean villa than an American ranch; whitewashed walls, perched on the edge of the Pacific, gated, servants. It indicated my father was a lot wealthier than I guessed.
"Let me show you to your room," dad said. "Then we can go down to the pool. There's someone there I want you to meet."
My room was at the end of the second floor hallway. It was large, facing the ocean, with a tiled floor, its own bathroom, and a large Mexican-style bed and matching furniture. After depositing my bags, I walked downstairs with dad to the veranda overlooking the ocean.
"There are stairs leading down to a small beach at the foot of the cliff," dad explained. "But we usually just use the pool. If you want to try surfing, there are some pretty good spots north of here you can try. I'm no good myself, but I can find someone to teach you, if you're interested."
At the moment, I was more interested in two figures on the veranda. Standing by the pool waiting for us were the playmates, Bobbi and Claudia, my dad and I had discussed in my room weeks ago. After introducing us, dad said, "Rob, I thought you might like some younger company, so I invited Bobbi and Claudia to visit for a while."
"We're really glad you invited us," Claudia said. With Bobbi echoing, "We're happy to be here. Were gonna have a good time."
Dad said, "Rob, your eighteen, Claudia's nineteen, and Bobbi's eighteen, too. So, you're all pretty close in age."
"I'm nineteen now," Bobbi said. "But that doesn't matter. We'll keep each other company."
It was hard to avoid staring at the two playmates. Claudia was dressed in a tiny green bikini, showing off her slim figure. Bobbi had on a pink bikini bottom, but was wearing only a white tee-shirt covering her breasts. I fought to keep my eyes away, then thought, "They posed nude for Playboy, they're not going to be shocked if I look at their bodies."
Seeing me looking at her, smiling, Bobbi brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "When I dive in the water, my top keeps falling off. I guess my boobs are just too big for that tiny bikini."
"Well, I don't have any complaints. You look good in that shirt," I said.
"Thank you kind sir," Bobbi laughed, taking my arm. "A compliment is always welcome."
"And how about me," Claudia asked, striking a pose, her hand on her hip, sticking her butt out.
"You look good too," I said.
"Thank you for my compliment," Claudia said, holding on to my other arm.
Candace came out wearing a brown bikini. I found myself surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad women. Usually, I would get tongue-tied in a situation like this, but somehow I felt calmer than normal - more at ease.
"Eric, would you like a beer?" Candace asked. "We've got shandies for Rob and the girls, or wine, or wine coolers."
I found the shandy - beer and lemonade mixed served with crushed ice - tasted pretty good. I had tried beer before and didn't really like the bitter taste. Sitting in the shade of the high wall shielding the pool from Pacific winds, I found myself relaxing... enjoying the company of Bobbi and Claudia, able to avoid most of my usual geekiness.
And the girls seemed to be enjoying my company; laughing at my wisecracks, touching my hand or arm from time to time as we sat on the lounges, one on either side of me. At seven, the servants served a light meal on the veranda. I had a little wine with the meal, making me feel even sleepier than I already was.
"Rob," dad said. "You must be tired. You spent most of the day traveling and your body is still on central time, it's two hours later for you than for us. You better go on up to bed. We'll see you in the morning."
"Thanks, I am pretty tired. I'll see you all tomorrow."
As I headed into the house, Bobbi and Claudia each took one of my hands, walking me inside. At the foot of the stairs, we said goodnight, each of them affectionately squeezing one of my hands as we parted.
When I got to my room, I found the servants had unpacked my bags and put away my clothes. I took a quick shower, put on a pair of pajama shorts, brushed my teeth, opened the window to the ocean breeze, and got into bed.
The shower had revived me a little, dispelling some of my sleepiness. I thought about Bobbi and Claudia, remembering their laughter, their faces, their bodies. I was amazed that they seemed to like me so much. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. How my dad got three playmates to visit was a mystery. Visualizing Bobbi's lush breasts, the nipples pressing against the material of her tee-shirt, I felt my dick beginning to stiffen. I touched my hardening cock, considered masturbating, then, too tired, I rolled over and fell asleep.
I was awakened by a sound at the door. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Coming to my senses, I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The small clock on the table showed the time was a little before midnight.
"Rob... Rob, it's me. Can I come in?" I heard through the door. "It's me, Bobbi."
"What is it? What's wrong... ? Okay, come on in."
The door opened the absolute minimum necessary for Bobbi to slide through. She was dressed in white panties and a white, baby doll nightgown. Seeing Bobbi's large breasts outlined in her nightgown reminded me of how aroused I was at her memory only a few hours earlier.
Closing the door, she sat down on the side of my bed. Her blue eyes looked into mine, then looked down for a second as she touched my chest, before looking up again, "Rob, can I stay here tonight with you... please?"
I looked at Bobbi's heart-shaped face framed by flaxen hair, her full lips, the bright blue eyes. This couldn't be happening - it was unbelievable, this beautiful girl couldn't be asking to stay with me.
"What are you saying? You want to stay with me? You want to have sex with me? Are you sure?"
"Please," she said stroking my chest again. "I've never felt like this before. I've just got to be with you. I'll make it good for you. I'll do my best... please, Rob... please."
I couldn't help being aroused by her... wanting her. It seemed unbelievable this beautiful girl wanted to sleep with me.
Looking into Bobbi's eyes, "Sure... yes... I mean I want you too," I said.
"Oh... thank you, Rob, darling. I'll be good." She said, caressing... kissing my chest, my neck, my chin. Then her mouth was on mine, her lips opening under mine, our tongues meeting. After a moment, we pulled away, gasping for breath, looking into each others eyes.
I slid my hand under her baby doll. Still a little shy about what I was doing, I started running my fingers over the smooth skin covering her ribs, then slowly moved my hand up. Reaching Bobbi's breast I cradled the heavy flesh in my palm, squeezing gently. Bobbi stared into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short gasps.
Bobbi was panting deeply as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb... rolling my palm over the hardening flesh. "Oh that feels so... so good. You're so good," she moaned. Pulling away for a moment, lifting her gown over her head and tossing it to the floor, holding her heavy breasts in her hands, "Suck them... suck my nipples," she begged.
This was the first time I had seen her breasts in real life - or any girl's, and I was awed at the size of Bobbi's. Looking at them, now, rising and falling with her breathing, I believed they really were the 34 double-D size claimed by Playboy, and on her small frame they were huge. Her breasts were flushed now with arousal, the broad aureoles puffy, the nipples erect.
Reaching out, I cradled one of the fleshy globes in each of my palms, squeezing, then bending forward, pressing my mouth over the puffy aureole, sucking... licking... caressing the taut flesh with my tongue. Bobbi's gasps and moans came quicker as I worked my mouth over first one taut nipple, then the other.
When I pulled away to catch my breath, I saw the color of her aureoles and nipples had darkened to deep scarlet, the aureoles expanding to fully cover the peaks of her breasts, the nipples fully erect, pulsing with blood, almost purple at their tips. They looked like overripe cherries that would burst if squeezed.
The temptation was too great. I reached up, gently pinching both her nipples. Bobbi was breathing deeply now, leaning over me, her hands on either side of my chest. "Rob... what are you doing to me," she gasped. "It's too much."
I raised up, once again pressing my mouth to her nipples. My hands cradling her heavy breasts, I moved my mouth from one scarlet nub to the other, sucking... licking... nibbling.
"OH... OH... OH... GOD," Bobbi gasped. Suddenly, with a deep moan, she arched her back, pulling her tits out of my hands. Moaning, panting raggedly, her arms trembling, she collapsed onto my chest.
I was amazed. I had heard of women climaxing from just having their nipples stimulated, but was skeptical about it ever really happening. And, I never thought I could ever make anything like that happen.
My arms around Bobbi's back, I could feel her breathing slowing as she came down from her peak. She looked up at me, smiling. "Wow, that never happened to me before. Look how much you excite me." Sliding down my body, "Now it's my turn."
Bobbi's fingers stroked my chest, my belly, followed by her mouth, sucking my nipples, peppering my skin with kisses, her tongue exploring my navel. Her hands moved down, brushing aside the corner of the sheet still covering my lower body. Slowly, she slid the pajama shorts down my legs, my erect cock popping up, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"It's... it's kind of small," I said (I had measured it - five inches when hard).
"It's beautiful," Bobby said, her fingers sliding over the slick cocktip. "Just the right size," she whispered, taking it into her mouth.
"Don't... I'm gonna come," I gasped. Moaning in anticipation of what she was about to receive, Bobbi moved her mouth down my erect shaft, easily taking nearly all my cock into her mouth.
Somehow, I managed to control myself. Reaching forward, my fingers sought Bobbi's pussy, covered my her thin panties as she stood next to the bed, her mouth and hands working over my erect cock. I touched the vee of her panties, finding it soaked with lubrication. I slid my finger inside, stroking the slick labia.
Releasing my cock, "Please," she gasped. "I don't need that."
"I want to fuck you," I panted.
"I want that too, darling," Bobbi said, standing upright to slide her panties down her slim legs. Her hand covering her pubis, she crawled onto the bed, straddling my waist.
Bobbi's bright blue eyes looking into mine, she reached down, taking my cock in her fingers. Slowly, she lowered herself, until the head just touched her labia, then slipped the tip between the slick lips. Moaning softly, she rolled her hips, sliding her labia over the cockhead till it was wedged against her clitoris. She moaned so deeply I thought she was going to have another orgasm. Then, adjusting her hips so my cock was positioned to enter her, she slowly lowered her body, enveloping my erect organ in her warm pussy.
As my cock slid slowly into Bobbi's interior, I gritted my teeth, trying to keep myself from coming. Luckily, once my cock had fully penetrated her, she paused, breathing deeply, her eyes out of focus. Calming myself a little, I reached my hands up to her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples.
Bobbi looked into my eyes, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Then she slowly raised her hips, causing excruciating sensations in my cock as it slid along the slick walls of her pussy, until my cockhead was just inside her entrance.
I looked up at Bobbi, seeing that same enigmatic smile on her face. Then, she pistoned down, forcing my cock into her depths, voicing a low - almost coarse - grunt as she reached bottom. I gasped as electric shocks arced through my being at the sensation of my cock being driven inside the tight glove of Bobbi's vagina.
Again, Bobbi paused, resting on me, her breathing ragged. I reached for her, my hands on her surprisingly slim waist. Concerned about her, I said "Let me..."
"No," Bobbi said. "It's just that it's so good. I want to... I'm almost ready."
Again, Bobbi raised her hips, halting with the tip of my cock just touching her entrance. Looking at me her eyes out of focus, she drove her body down, forcing me into her, spreading the tight walls of her vagina with the hard flesh of my cock. Up again, then down, Bobbi continued stroking me inside the tight confines of her pussy. Her strokes becoming quicker now, up... down... up... down.
My hands on her hips, I was thrusting up into Bobbi on each of her downward strokes. She was breathing erratically, gasping, her body shaking spasmodically, causing fantastic tremors in her fleshy breasts. "OH... OH... OH," Bobbi gasped, her vagina contracting around my cock like a warm fist, as incredibly, she peaked again.
"I'm gonna come," I gasped out.
"Yeah," Bobbi gasped. "Go on. I want... I want you to come in me."
Sitting on my hips, she rested for a moment. Then, she was again stroking her tight vagina up and down my cock, increasing the pace as she responded more and more ardently, moaning deeply. I lifted my hips, meeting each of her downward drives, seeking to push my cock deep into her being.
"OH YES... OH YES... OH YES," Bobbi cried, grinding her hips into me, her vagina tight, squeezing my cock.
Close to coming, I could feel my balls tightening, the semen forcing itself out of the inflamed testicles into the back of my cock, ready to explode into her pussy. I pulled Bobbi tight to me, wanting the sensation of the fullest penetration, squeezing her tits, ramming my cock into her. Then, my cock was exploding in her vagina, hot jets of semen boiling into her. This brought on another convulsive orgasm for Bobbi, milking my cock with tight vaginal contractions as I flooded her pussy. "Mmmmph... Mmmmph... God... God," was all she could moan as she ground down with her butt while I rammed up into her.
Bobbi collapsed onto my chest, breathing deeply. I held her in my arms, rubbing my hands over her back. It was unbelievable this had happened to me - a geeky virgin having sex with a playmate. I didn't understand how it happened, but I planned on enjoying it as much as possible.
Bobbi laid in my arms, breathing softly. She was so quiet, I was worried she might have fainted. I kissed her forehead, then her temple. "Are you all right?" I asked.
Bobbi moved against me, sighing. "Bobbi, are you okay?" I asked again.
Finally, she moved in my arms, cuddling closer. Then, looking into my eyes, "That was so good. Rob, you're so good," kissing my cheek, her arms tightening around me. "Thank you... thank you, Rob, darling. I never knew it could be so wonderful."
I shifted position, moving Bobbi off my chest so she was lying on her side beside me, still cuddling. Looking into her lovely face, I couldn't help asking, "Bobbi, why did you come into my room like this? What made you attracted to me?"
Bobbi's eyes began to fill with tears. "Oh, Rob, I thought you wanted me to stay with you."
Quickly hugging her close, "Bobbi, I did... I do. You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met. But nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I'm trying to understand why someone as wonderful as you would be attracted to me... would want to have sex with me."
Bobbi looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I got ready for bed - showered, changed into my nightie - but when I laid down, I just couldn't get to sleep. All I could do was think about you, and... ," looking down shyly, "... and I just got so horny. I knew I had to come to your room. I know I'm attractive to men, that men like my body. I just took a chance hoping you'd want me."
"But why do you think you were so attracted to me?" I asked, brushing her hair off her forehead. "I've never been very attractive to girls."
"I don't know. Who knows why you're attracted to someone," Bobbi smiled, running her hand over my shoulder. "I just know that as soon as I met you, you just seemed like the cutest, sexiest guy I ever met. I know Claudia feels the same." With a giggle, "We talked about it. But I don't know why - must be genes, or something."
I could tell Bobbi was sleepy - she had done most of the work during our love making. As I stroked her forehead, her eyes closed halfway, then closed completely as she drifted off to sleep. I pulled the sheet over her naked body, marveling again at how voluptuous she was, went to the bathroom, crawled back into bed, turning off the light, and fell asleep beside my beautiful new girlfriend.
My father had money and was always very generous in supporting mom and me. And he kept in touch too, maintaining his relationship with us - visiting about twice a year.
The last time he visited was in May, a little after I graduated from high school. It was Friday after my first week working at my summer job with the only architect in our town. I would be starting school at MIT in the fall, and though my father had agreed to pay my tuition and living costs, I wanted the summer job to save a little extra spending money.
As I parked my old Dodge in the driveway, mom came hurrying out the back door. "Move your car," she said. "Your father will be at the airport at 5:45. We have to pick him up."
I parked my car on the street so she could pull out her BMW, then got in next to her. I saw that she had changed from the tailored clothes she usually wore at work to a sleeveless white blouse and tan shorts. Her dark brown hair, which she wore up for work was down now, just brushing the collar of her blouse. I also saw that she was wearing a little more makeup than usual.
"What's going on? He usually gives us more warning before his visits," I said.
"He called from Chicago a couple of hours ago and said he would be arriving at 5:45, that's all I know. But this visit is about you. He said he wanted to talk to you about something important."
"I hope everything's all right. He isn't going to go back on his promise about paying for me to go to MIT, is he?"
"Whatever happens, be sure you treat your father with the respect he deserves. Remember, he does the best he can for us."
"I will, mom... I will," I said, a little worried about what the future might hold.
We arrived at the airport a few minutes before the plane was due. Mom parked in the red waiting zone - not much danger of being towed at our small airport. As she walked ahead of me into the terminal, I noticed how good mom looked. The high heel sandals she was wearing with her shorts revealed how shapely her legs were. She wasn't really old yet, just having turned 40. I could imagine what she must have looked like twenty years ago, when as a model in Chicago she first attracted my father's attention.
We didn't have to wait long before the small commuter plane landed. My father was smiling broadly as he entered the terminal and was met by mom and me. Then, he put his arms around me, pulling me to him in a warm hug. This was uncharacteristic for my father; he tends to be kind of reserved and doesn't express his emotions much.
A warm feeling of affection for my dad welled up inside me. He was my father. I loved him, and I knew he loved me. I guess mom felt the same, the way she kept herself close to him. Releasing me, one arm around mom's waist, "All set for MIT?" dad asked.
"I hope I'm ready," I said. "I've got a summer job to save some extra spending money. There aren't any problems with me going to MIT this fall, are there?"
"No... no problems," he said. "I'm glad you're taking responsibility for earning some of your spending money. There's something else I'll need to talk to you about later, though."
Then, seeing the expression on my face, "Don't worry. I think you're going to like what I have in mind."
After we got home, dad and I sat in the den while mom fixed dinner. She had phoned the real estate agency where she worked to let them know she wouldn't be available until Monday. She didn't really need to work for the money, but wanted something to occupy her now that I was older and more independent. When I was younger, she had limited her activities to caring for me, housekeeping and working for the PTA and a few other community organizations.
Dad looked at me over his scotch and water. "I know you're still a little worried about what I wanted to talk to you about. Well, it's really nothing you need to worry about. Now that you're getting older - in a lot of ways, you're an adult now - I realize we haven't had much opportunity to get to know each other. This summer, I'd like to have you spend some time with me at my place in Santa Barbara. That will give us a chance to get better acquainted with each other before you go off to MIT. Well, what do you think? Would you like to spend a couple of weeks with me?"
I was relieved to hear my worst fear wasn't going to be realized, and a little surprised at what my dad was suggesting. I never thought he was interested in having any more of a relationship with me than what happened during his occasional visits. But, I was willing to go along with him. I loved my dad. If he wanted to try to get to know me better, I was willing to try to get to know him better.
"Yes," I replied. "I'd like that. Will mom... ?"
"Your mother doesn't need to come with us. She's been to my place in Santa Barbara before. (I didn't know that.) I'm sure she'll agree it's better if it's just you and me."
Dinner was delicious, as usual. Mom was a good cook, and she seemed to take pleasure in the praise dad gave her for the meal. We firmed up our plans over dinner. I would fly to Santa Barbara at the beginning of July for a two week visit - dad would send me the tickets. He told me not to worry about losing my job with the architect, he would fix it so I could take the two weeks off. (Not that I cared much any more about that job.) As my father predicted, mom agreed it would be better if she didn't join us. "You won't want your mother around when you two are doing your male-bonding thing," she said, smiling.
As mom started to clear the table, dad said, "Laura, you take it easy, Rob and I can take care of this. You were stuck in that hot kitchen while we were talking in the den."
"Thanks," she said. "I think I'll take a shower to cool off."
Clearing the table and loading the dishwasher was one of my regular chores, so having my father's help was actually an advantage. It wasn't long before we had the dishwasher loaded, the tablecloth folded, and returned to our places in the den.
We sat there quietly for a few minutes, hearing only the rumble of the dishwasher, the occasional purr of the airconditioner and the faint sounds of my mother's shower. The quiet was unusual. Most of the time, there's noise filling the empty spaces in the house: television, the radio, my cd player. The quiet was unusual, but not uncomfortable. As my father and I sat together in the den, I felt the bond between us growing.
The faint sound of the shower stopped. Then, after a while, we heard mom from the top of the stairs, "Eric, I'm going to bed now. Goodnight Rob."
"'Night, mom," I shouted up.
"We'll talk some more tomorrow," dad said to me. Then, walking to the kitchen to freshen his drink, "I'll be right up, Laura."
It was still early, but this sort of behavior wasn't unusual for them. During my dad's occasional visits, mom seemed to want to make up for all the sex she was missing during the rest of the year. I guess it worked, because she never expressed any interest in other men, even though I knew she had plenty of opportunities.
Now, bothered a little by the quiet, I turned on tv, watching the news and then an old horror movie before going up to my room. In bed, in the quiet of the night, I could still faintly hear the sounds of mom's moans coming from her room. "How long can they keep it up," I thought to myself. Then, covering my ears with a pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a little after 8:30 the next morning, before my parents got up. After coffee and a quick shower, I went over to Danny's house.
Danny was my best friend. Like me, he was one of the outsiders - the kids who weren't considered acceptable by the cool kids at school. Most of us outsiders were pretty intelligent and did good at school, but we were never popular. We all believed we would be vindicated in the future when we would be successful and wealthy - like Bill Gates.
After hanging around with Danny for a while and having lunch with him at McDonalds, I got back home about 1:30. Mom was watering the flowers when I pulled up. "Rob, you need to mow the grass today," she said.
"I will, mom. I'll do it right away."
"Your dad wants to talk to you first," she said. "He's in the den."
I found my father checking his e-mail on the pc in the den. "Mom said you wanted to talk to me," I said.
"How's that laptop working out?" he asked. He had given me a laptop for Christmas - to help with school and take to college.
"Let's take a look at it," he said heading up to my room.
Within minutes, he had the laptop fired up and was reviewing my directories. I didn't think my privacy ought to be invaded like this, but didn't know what I could do about it, so I didn't say anything.
Both the den pc and my laptop had high speed internet connections. I was a little concerned about what my father might discover on my laptop. I hadn't downloaded any real porn, but I had a fairly large collection of Playboy and Penthouse photos.
Dad looked over my class work on the laptop. But after that, it didn't take long for him to find my photo collection. I was afraid of what he would say, but he seemed to treat my interest in naked women as normal.
Paging through the pictures, he began asking my opinion about some of the girls. Stopping at a particularly large-breasted model, "Those breasts are obviously implants," he said. "What do you think about implants?"
"I don't know... as long as you can't tell the difference, it wouldn't matter to me."
"I guess that makes sense," he said, then continued looking through the photo collection.
He stopped at one on the more recent playmates. Bobbi Burke was Miss November last year. A petite blonde, about eighteen years old, with a fantastic figure - large breasts, a small waist, and shapely hips. She had played a major role in several of my fantasies. "I think those are natural," dad said. "Do you like her? Do you find her attractive?"
"Yeah, I guess," a little shy about talking with my father about sex. Then, somehow compelled to tell him the truth, "Yeah, she's really hot. She could turn me on for sure."
He continued paging through the photos, commenting on one and then another, asking my opinion of several of the girls. He lingered for a moment over a centerfold from a few years back - Candace, a redhead with a gorgeous figure. He didn't ask my opinion of this playmate, just glanced at me with an amused look on his face, then continued paging through the photos.
He stopped again at Miss February, another of the younger girls - about eighteen or nineteen. Claudia Slevik had a slimmer figure than some of the playmates, though she was far from flat-chested. With her shoulder length dark hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones she had an exotic look, though the verbiage said she was a native of Ohio.
"What about her?" dad asked. "Does she turn you on?"
I looked at the photo of the naked model, "Yeah, she's really beautiful, and sexy too."
Claudia was almost the last playmate in my collection and it wasn't long before dad finished looking over the rest. Then, turning to me as I sat on the bed, "Rob, I guess you haven't had much experience with women... I mean girls. That's something I can help you with when you come to Santa Barbara. I think you'll find the information - the secrets - I have will give you a big advantage in that area."
In fact, I had almost no experience with girls. I didn't have a girlfriend - I had only had a few dates and had never got more than a quick goodnight kiss - I was a virgin.
"To tell the truth, I really need help. Girls don't seem to like me, or to be attracted to me. I just don't know what to do with them."
"We'll take care of that in Santa Barbara," dad reassured me. "You'll find things will be different after that. Now, you'd better mow the grass, like your mother wants."
The rest of dad's visit passed without anything major happening. We talked some more about my visit to Santa Barbara, mom and dad had sex Saturday night, and Sunday he took the commuter plane to Chicago where he would catch a connecting flight to New York. My father had some sort of job working for the UN, though I was never exactly sure what he did.
The weeks until I was to visit my father in Santa Barbara seemed to last for months. Then, finally, I boarded the commuter plane for Chicago. At O'Hare, I took a flight to Los Angeles - first class, dad paid for the ticket.
Dad met me at Los Angeles airport. With him was Candace Stephens, the redhead playmate in my laptop photo collection. "Candace, this is my son, Rob Mannheim," dad said.
Shaking her hand, trying hard not to look at Candace's large breasts covered by a blue tee-shirt, I said "Glad to meet you."
"Glad to meet you, Rob," she responded. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us."
It was clear from her statement and the way she kept close to my dad, casually touching him, that they were a couple. "He might even have married her," I thought to myself.
We got my bags and transferred them to dad's twin-engine plane in the general aviation section of the airport. I knew dad had his private pilot license, but it had been a long time since I had flown with him. Years ago, he had flown mom and me to St. Louis for a short trip during one of his visits.
Once we received clearance to take off, the flight to Santa Barbara didn't take long. Dad let me sit in the copilot's seat, even letting me steer the plane a little. Candace sat in back, leafing through magazines during most of the flight. When I was sure she wasn't paying attention to us, I asked dad about her.
"She's just one of my girlfriends. I told you I could give you some information about how to succeed with women," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to marry her."
At the Santa Barbara airport we put my luggage into dad's Ford Expedition, then took off for the "ranch," about a half-hour drive north of the city. When I saw the house, I thought it looked more like a Mediterranean villa than an American ranch; whitewashed walls, perched on the edge of the Pacific, gated, servants. It indicated my father was a lot wealthier than I guessed.
"Let me show you to your room," dad said. "Then we can go down to the pool. There's someone there I want you to meet."
My room was at the end of the second floor hallway. It was large, facing the ocean, with a tiled floor, its own bathroom, and a large Mexican-style bed and matching furniture. After depositing my bags, I walked downstairs with dad to the veranda overlooking the ocean.
"There are stairs leading down to a small beach at the foot of the cliff," dad explained. "But we usually just use the pool. If you want to try surfing, there are some pretty good spots north of here you can try. I'm no good myself, but I can find someone to teach you, if you're interested."
At the moment, I was more interested in two figures on the veranda. Standing by the pool waiting for us were the playmates, Bobbi and Claudia, my dad and I had discussed in my room weeks ago. After introducing us, dad said, "Rob, I thought you might like some younger company, so I invited Bobbi and Claudia to visit for a while."
"We're really glad you invited us," Claudia said. With Bobbi echoing, "We're happy to be here. Were gonna have a good time."
Dad said, "Rob, your eighteen, Claudia's nineteen, and Bobbi's eighteen, too. So, you're all pretty close in age."
"I'm nineteen now," Bobbi said. "But that doesn't matter. We'll keep each other company."
It was hard to avoid staring at the two playmates. Claudia was dressed in a tiny green bikini, showing off her slim figure. Bobbi had on a pink bikini bottom, but was wearing only a white tee-shirt covering her breasts. I fought to keep my eyes away, then thought, "They posed nude for Playboy, they're not going to be shocked if I look at their bodies."
Seeing me looking at her, smiling, Bobbi brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "When I dive in the water, my top keeps falling off. I guess my boobs are just too big for that tiny bikini."
"Well, I don't have any complaints. You look good in that shirt," I said.
"Thank you kind sir," Bobbi laughed, taking my arm. "A compliment is always welcome."
"And how about me," Claudia asked, striking a pose, her hand on her hip, sticking her butt out.
"You look good too," I said.
"Thank you for my compliment," Claudia said, holding on to my other arm.
Candace came out wearing a brown bikini. I found myself surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad women. Usually, I would get tongue-tied in a situation like this, but somehow I felt calmer than normal - more at ease.
"Eric, would you like a beer?" Candace asked. "We've got shandies for Rob and the girls, or wine, or wine coolers."
I found the shandy - beer and lemonade mixed served with crushed ice - tasted pretty good. I had tried beer before and didn't really like the bitter taste. Sitting in the shade of the high wall shielding the pool from Pacific winds, I found myself relaxing... enjoying the company of Bobbi and Claudia, able to avoid most of my usual geekiness.
And the girls seemed to be enjoying my company; laughing at my wisecracks, touching my hand or arm from time to time as we sat on the lounges, one on either side of me. At seven, the servants served a light meal on the veranda. I had a little wine with the meal, making me feel even sleepier than I already was.
"Rob," dad said. "You must be tired. You spent most of the day traveling and your body is still on central time, it's two hours later for you than for us. You better go on up to bed. We'll see you in the morning."
"Thanks, I am pretty tired. I'll see you all tomorrow."
As I headed into the house, Bobbi and Claudia each took one of my hands, walking me inside. At the foot of the stairs, we said goodnight, each of them affectionately squeezing one of my hands as we parted.
When I got to my room, I found the servants had unpacked my bags and put away my clothes. I took a quick shower, put on a pair of pajama shorts, brushed my teeth, opened the window to the ocean breeze, and got into bed.
The shower had revived me a little, dispelling some of my sleepiness. I thought about Bobbi and Claudia, remembering their laughter, their faces, their bodies. I was amazed that they seemed to like me so much. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. How my dad got three playmates to visit was a mystery. Visualizing Bobbi's lush breasts, the nipples pressing against the material of her tee-shirt, I felt my dick beginning to stiffen. I touched my hardening cock, considered masturbating, then, too tired, I rolled over and fell asleep.
I was awakened by a sound at the door. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Coming to my senses, I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The small clock on the table showed the time was a little before midnight.
"Rob... Rob, it's me. Can I come in?" I heard through the door. "It's me, Bobbi."
"What is it? What's wrong... ? Okay, come on in."
The door opened the absolute minimum necessary for Bobbi to slide through. She was dressed in white panties and a white, baby doll nightgown. Seeing Bobbi's large breasts outlined in her nightgown reminded me of how aroused I was at her memory only a few hours earlier.
Closing the door, she sat down on the side of my bed. Her blue eyes looked into mine, then looked down for a second as she touched my chest, before looking up again, "Rob, can I stay here tonight with you... please?"
I looked at Bobbi's heart-shaped face framed by flaxen hair, her full lips, the bright blue eyes. This couldn't be happening - it was unbelievable, this beautiful girl couldn't be asking to stay with me.
"What are you saying? You want to stay with me? You want to have sex with me? Are you sure?"
"Please," she said stroking my chest again. "I've never felt like this before. I've just got to be with you. I'll make it good for you. I'll do my best... please, Rob... please."
I couldn't help being aroused by her... wanting her. It seemed unbelievable this beautiful girl wanted to sleep with me.
Looking into Bobbi's eyes, "Sure... yes... I mean I want you too," I said.
"Oh... thank you, Rob, darling. I'll be good." She said, caressing... kissing my chest, my neck, my chin. Then her mouth was on mine, her lips opening under mine, our tongues meeting. After a moment, we pulled away, gasping for breath, looking into each others eyes.
I slid my hand under her baby doll. Still a little shy about what I was doing, I started running my fingers over the smooth skin covering her ribs, then slowly moved my hand up. Reaching Bobbi's breast I cradled the heavy flesh in my palm, squeezing gently. Bobbi stared into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short gasps.
Bobbi was panting deeply as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb... rolling my palm over the hardening flesh. "Oh that feels so... so good. You're so good," she moaned. Pulling away for a moment, lifting her gown over her head and tossing it to the floor, holding her heavy breasts in her hands, "Suck them... suck my nipples," she begged.
This was the first time I had seen her breasts in real life - or any girl's, and I was awed at the size of Bobbi's. Looking at them, now, rising and falling with her breathing, I believed they really were the 34 double-D size claimed by Playboy, and on her small frame they were huge. Her breasts were flushed now with arousal, the broad aureoles puffy, the nipples erect.
Reaching out, I cradled one of the fleshy globes in each of my palms, squeezing, then bending forward, pressing my mouth over the puffy aureole, sucking... licking... caressing the taut flesh with my tongue. Bobbi's gasps and moans came quicker as I worked my mouth over first one taut nipple, then the other.
When I pulled away to catch my breath, I saw the color of her aureoles and nipples had darkened to deep scarlet, the aureoles expanding to fully cover the peaks of her breasts, the nipples fully erect, pulsing with blood, almost purple at their tips. They looked like overripe cherries that would burst if squeezed.
The temptation was too great. I reached up, gently pinching both her nipples. Bobbi was breathing deeply now, leaning over me, her hands on either side of my chest. "Rob... what are you doing to me," she gasped. "It's too much."
I raised up, once again pressing my mouth to her nipples. My hands cradling her heavy breasts, I moved my mouth from one scarlet nub to the other, sucking... licking... nibbling.
"OH... OH... OH... GOD," Bobbi gasped. Suddenly, with a deep moan, she arched her back, pulling her tits out of my hands. Moaning, panting raggedly, her arms trembling, she collapsed onto my chest.
I was amazed. I had heard of women climaxing from just having their nipples stimulated, but was skeptical about it ever really happening. And, I never thought I could ever make anything like that happen.
My arms around Bobbi's back, I could feel her breathing slowing as she came down from her peak. She looked up at me, smiling. "Wow, that never happened to me before. Look how much you excite me." Sliding down my body, "Now it's my turn."
Bobbi's fingers stroked my chest, my belly, followed by her mouth, sucking my nipples, peppering my skin with kisses, her tongue exploring my navel. Her hands moved down, brushing aside the corner of the sheet still covering my lower body. Slowly, she slid the pajama shorts down my legs, my erect cock popping up, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"It's... it's kind of small," I said (I had measured it - five inches when hard).
"It's beautiful," Bobby said, her fingers sliding over the slick cocktip. "Just the right size," she whispered, taking it into her mouth.
"Don't... I'm gonna come," I gasped. Moaning in anticipation of what she was about to receive, Bobbi moved her mouth down my erect shaft, easily taking nearly all my cock into her mouth.
Somehow, I managed to control myself. Reaching forward, my fingers sought Bobbi's pussy, covered my her thin panties as she stood next to the bed, her mouth and hands working over my erect cock. I touched the vee of her panties, finding it soaked with lubrication. I slid my finger inside, stroking the slick labia.
Releasing my cock, "Please," she gasped. "I don't need that."
"I want to fuck you," I panted.
"I want that too, darling," Bobbi said, standing upright to slide her panties down her slim legs. Her hand covering her pubis, she crawled onto the bed, straddling my waist.
Bobbi's bright blue eyes looking into mine, she reached down, taking my cock in her fingers. Slowly, she lowered herself, until the head just touched her labia, then slipped the tip between the slick lips. Moaning softly, she rolled her hips, sliding her labia over the cockhead till it was wedged against her clitoris. She moaned so deeply I thought she was going to have another orgasm. Then, adjusting her hips so my cock was positioned to enter her, she slowly lowered her body, enveloping my erect organ in her warm pussy.
As my cock slid slowly into Bobbi's interior, I gritted my teeth, trying to keep myself from coming. Luckily, once my cock had fully penetrated her, she paused, breathing deeply, her eyes out of focus. Calming myself a little, I reached my hands up to her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples.
Bobbi looked into my eyes, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Then she slowly raised her hips, causing excruciating sensations in my cock as it slid along the slick walls of her pussy, until my cockhead was just inside her entrance.
I looked up at Bobbi, seeing that same enigmatic smile on her face. Then, she pistoned down, forcing my cock into her depths, voicing a low - almost coarse - grunt as she reached bottom. I gasped as electric shocks arced through my being at the sensation of my cock being driven inside the tight glove of Bobbi's vagina.
Again, Bobbi paused, resting on me, her breathing ragged. I reached for her, my hands on her surprisingly slim waist. Concerned about her, I said "Let me..."
"No," Bobbi said. "It's just that it's so good. I want to... I'm almost ready."
Again, Bobbi raised her hips, halting with the tip of my cock just touching her entrance. Looking at me her eyes out of focus, she drove her body down, forcing me into her, spreading the tight walls of her vagina with the hard flesh of my cock. Up again, then down, Bobbi continued stroking me inside the tight confines of her pussy. Her strokes becoming quicker now, up... down... up... down.
My hands on her hips, I was thrusting up into Bobbi on each of her downward strokes. She was breathing erratically, gasping, her body shaking spasmodically, causing fantastic tremors in her fleshy breasts. "OH... OH... OH," Bobbi gasped, her vagina contracting around my cock like a warm fist, as incredibly, she peaked again.
"I'm gonna come," I gasped out.
"Yeah," Bobbi gasped. "Go on. I want... I want you to come in me."
Sitting on my hips, she rested for a moment. Then, she was again stroking her tight vagina up and down my cock, increasing the pace as she responded more and more ardently, moaning deeply. I lifted my hips, meeting each of her downward drives, seeking to push my cock deep into her being.
"OH YES... OH YES... OH YES," Bobbi cried, grinding her hips into me, her vagina tight, squeezing my cock.
Close to coming, I could feel my balls tightening, the semen forcing itself out of the inflamed testicles into the back of my cock, ready to explode into her pussy. I pulled Bobbi tight to me, wanting the sensation of the fullest penetration, squeezing her tits, ramming my cock into her. Then, my cock was exploding in her vagina, hot jets of semen boiling into her. This brought on another convulsive orgasm for Bobbi, milking my cock with tight vaginal contractions as I flooded her pussy. "Mmmmph... Mmmmph... God... God," was all she could moan as she ground down with her butt while I rammed up into her.
Bobbi collapsed onto my chest, breathing deeply. I held her in my arms, rubbing my hands over her back. It was unbelievable this had happened to me - a geeky virgin having sex with a playmate. I didn't understand how it happened, but I planned on enjoying it as much as possible.
Bobbi laid in my arms, breathing softly. She was so quiet, I was worried she might have fainted. I kissed her forehead, then her temple. "Are you all right?" I asked.
Bobbi moved against me, sighing. "Bobbi, are you okay?" I asked again.
Finally, she moved in my arms, cuddling closer. Then, looking into my eyes, "That was so good. Rob, you're so good," kissing my cheek, her arms tightening around me. "Thank you... thank you, Rob, darling. I never knew it could be so wonderful."
I shifted position, moving Bobbi off my chest so she was lying on her side beside me, still cuddling. Looking into her lovely face, I couldn't help asking, "Bobbi, why did you come into my room like this? What made you attracted to me?"
Bobbi's eyes began to fill with tears. "Oh, Rob, I thought you wanted me to stay with you."
Quickly hugging her close, "Bobbi, I did... I do. You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met. But nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I'm trying to understand why someone as wonderful as you would be attracted to me... would want to have sex with me."
Bobbi looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I got ready for bed - showered, changed into my nightie - but when I laid down, I just couldn't get to sleep. All I could do was think about you, and... ," looking down shyly, "... and I just got so horny. I knew I had to come to your room. I know I'm attractive to men, that men like my body. I just took a chance hoping you'd want me."
"But why do you think you were so attracted to me?" I asked, brushing her hair off her forehead. "I've never been very attractive to girls."
"I don't know. Who knows why you're attracted to someone," Bobbi smiled, running her hand over my shoulder. "I just know that as soon as I met you, you just seemed like the cutest, sexiest guy I ever met. I know Claudia feels the same." With a giggle, "We talked about it. But I don't know why - must be genes, or something."
I could tell Bobbi was sleepy - she had done most of the work during our love making. As I stroked her forehead, her eyes closed halfway, then closed completely as she drifted off to sleep. I pulled the sheet over her naked body, marveling again at how voluptuous she was, went to the bathroom, crawled back into bed, turning off the light, and fell asleep beside my beautiful new girlfriend.
To be an Assassin (4)
Author's Note: I love my fans. Really I do. Enjoy. I am completely and utterly sleep deprived trying to get this done. The sex scene at the end was holding me up. I hope I made it worth the wait. It is ubber mega rough draft. I don't care too much about grammar or spelling, especially considering my eyes are so heavy I'm typing by touch cuz can't see the screen. My bed calls... It's too far away... my keyboard is soft enough....
"That's great news!" Alt smiled when Calsa told him about her mother being alive. Her eyes shined with joy and hope. "And now that the Torak Lakus are here, they will help reunite you. But don't let it make you lose sight of passing the final ritual."
"Are you kidding? Imagine how pleased she would be if I told her I was the first female Ha'trin in over a thousand years! I'm more determined now than ever!" Calsa grinned, overjoyed.
"Good. Now try to get some sleep. Tomorrow, we head back home. We have to tell Sanlis of our success. In a few days after we get home, we'll be contacting the others who do not live at the village, get them all organized and ready to coordinate attacks with the Torak Lakus. And maybe, in a few weeks, you can take the final ritual." He laid back into the cot.
Calsa stared at him in surprise. "You... you think I'm ready?"
"As ready as you'll ever be. You've trained hard. And you've proven yourself in this trip." He turned onto his side, facing the wall. "But I am tired. Getting ones face crushed by a giant gun wielding lizard isn't a relaxing experience. Good night."
Sitting back onto her cot, Calsa could barely contain herself. She would take the final ritual. It was very secret thing; it was never the same for any two people. It was designed individually to test each student, make sure they could handle themselves in true combat. It was possible to die in the final ritual. But for those who survived, they were stripped of their inherent magic, making them immune to the power of the Ha'tinre and any other magic wielder.
Calsa didn't know how long, or even if she really slept. Her mind was such abuzz. She followed Alt as he and Barkley finished discussing the plans for the war. Alt was given a small radio, one with a crypted frequency so that when the time came to start moving, the message could be sent without prying ears. When they emerged from the underground hideout, it was still dark, though the sky was starting to grey with the morning. They wanted to leave before the Templiks in the outpost began their duties. As they had discovered, the captain of the outpost guards was already dead, replaced effortlessly by a shadowshifter. As Barkley had said, "These shifters are experts at making themselves one of any creature they take the form of, blending effortlessly in with any society, any type of work, and any personalty they need to."
"Their organization is very impressive," Alt stated as they headed out of the small outpost. "It's hard to imagine that the Reds can even hold their own against them."
Calsa said nothing, the thought of seeing her mother again, hopefully soon, still on her mind. Alt spurred Marm into a swift trot, hoping to get home as soon as they could. The trip home was like a blur in Calsa's mind. She hardly paid any attention to what was going on. When Alt gave her food, she didn't taste it, barely slept. All she could think about was that there was the hope of seeing her mother again. That thought burned so brightly in her thoughts that she almost didn't even comprehend Alt saying he could feel something nearby, something menacing.
Only then did Calsa snap out of her trance. She glanced around, realizing that her instincts were tingling. Alt's hand slipped under his shirt where the pistol had been all along. His eyes darted about. Calsa whispered to him across the fire, "What...?"
Alt's hand came up, cutting her question off. The hiss of a blade was not lost on him though Calsa heard it only when she looked back on the event that was unfolding. A thin blade flashed in the fire light, Alt falling back onto his back to avoid it. He continued his momentum, flipping over, his legs out straight to make contact with the black clothed figure behind him. The man grunted as he fell back, Alt quickly gaining his feet. But that was no use.
An arm slipped around Calsa's throat, drawing her against a powerful body. She let out a quick scream before a hand was clamped against her mouth, holding her jaw shut. She squirmed and struggled, trying to get out of the person's grasp, but he was too powerful. She heard several more people hurrying into the fray, Alt snarling as he pulled out his pistol only to have his arms grabbed and held immobile. The men holding Alt managed to force him to his stomach, using their knees against his spine to keep him subdued.
At last, one of the men came into the firelight, his faint glowing green eyes making Calsa's heart pound. The Ha'tinre looked down at Alt. "To think we just happen to cross paths, my dear Ha'trin." Then those glowing eyes flicked to Calsa. The evil in there sent a shiver down her spine. "And you have an apprentice. A bit young to be out in the field with you. You Ha'trin like to keep your young out of harms way, where they can stay weak and ignorant." The Ha'tinre walked up to Calsa, peering down at her. He smiled behind the face wrapping. "I see this one is not so well trained. Hatred burns in his heart. I think he'd make a far better Ha'tinre."
Calsa jerked, trying to wrench free of the one holding her, growling in anger. But her efforts meerly made the obvious leader of them laugh. He then turned and looked back down to Alt. "It is, however, not our custom to kill the young. You, however, Ha'trin, are a different story."
"Since when do the Ha'tinre have any sense of honor or mercy?" Alt rumbled out from his position on the ground.
The Ha'tinre squatted down to Alt. He gestured to his kin to let Alt up to his knees. Alt glared at the Ha'tinre in those glowing eyes. It was then that the Ha'tinre leader leaned forward, speaking softly in Alt's ear. "Since the Clan of the Plains could ever remember."
Alt jerked back, looking at the man with surprise. "I thought the clan was dead."
"Not quite. What you see is all that is left. And best no one know. If we were any other clan, you would be dead. But after our 'brethren' tried to eradicate us, we got rather good at being out of sight, and out of mind. Time for hiding is past, though. You obviously know whether the rumors have more validity than we. We cannot hide amongst the masses like you, Ha'trin." The Ha'tinre was making an obvious effort to be diplomatic. Normally, his kind would kill any they had the fancy to kill, and Ha'trin were their favorite, but this clan was about just as hunted as their enemy.
"You want to know if the Torak Lakus are here?" Alt sneered. "What makes you think I have any inclination to tell you?"
The look of murder in the Ha'tinre's eyes almost made Alt regret his words. The man hissed out his next words as if trying with more effort than he ever had before to keep from slitting Alt's throat. "Because we do not ask where they are, only that they are here." And then as if he couldn't hold it back, he added, "And because I can kill you and ask your little apprentice here."
Alt let out a breath. He made himself calm, thinking about the options. It was obvious these Ha'tinre were after something other than the lives of a pair of Ha'trin. They knew nothing of true diplomacy, only the agent of fear. But for many years the Clan of the Plains had been peaceful, building their numbers, even refusing to take jobs that would mean they had to attack the Ha'trin on the planet. In a desperate attempt to keep the Templiks off their world, the clan had practically sacrificed itself to the far larger Ha'tinre clans, trying to appease them and prevent their coming.
Finally, Alt sighed. "For the sake of our histories, I will tell you they are here. We are in the service of the Torak Lakus. They have agents everywhere. They are well organized and well armed."
The Ha'tinre let out a breath. "So it is true. They have Shadowshifters among them?"
"Yes."
The Ha'tinre pulled a slip of paper from his sash, tucking it into Alt's shirt. "This is for them. Should you find them again, I think it will help them. I do not like our brethren on this world. I would rather them take their war elsewhere." He then stood, looking down at Alt. "And remember, Ha'trin, we could have killed you. You owe us."
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Calsa groaned, the sunlight piercing her eyelids. She held up her hand to shade her eyes as they squinted open. She sat up, groaning again. The side of her head pounded. Then the events of the night flooded her and she glanced about rapidly, noticing Alt laying on his stomach in the leaves. She scrambled to her feet, kneeling beside him. "Master Alt? Master Alt?" She shook him. When he didn't respond, a spike of panic raced through her. "Alt? Please wake up! Alt?"
"That's 'Master Alt' to you." Slowly, he got up, sitting back on his ankles. He coughed, his throat dry from having had his face in the leaves all night. He looked around, finding his water canteen and gulping it down. Finally, when the bottle was empty, he looked to Calsa. "Are you alright?"
She looked around in suspicion. "Just a headache."
Alt grabbed her by the chin and turned her head, making her allow him to examine where the Ha'tinre had struck her. "Interesting they didn't just put you to sleep. They knew you hadn't gone through the ritual yet, you're still suseptible to their magic." He let out a sigh. "They must have some strong self honor code, treating you as a true Ha'trin rather than a normal person." Then Alt felt at his chest, reaching into his shirt to pull out the slip of paper the Ha'tinre had left him. He unfolded the paper, his brow furrowing. "What is this?"
Calsa peered at it. It was a crudely drawn device, with notes scribbled around it. It seemed as though whoever made this had been in a hurry. Alt turned the paper this way and that, trying to figure out what it was he looked at. Then he saw a few words that caught his eye. "Cal... I think... I think this is the device that the Templiks are using to make Shadowshifters solid!"
Calsa looked up at him. "Really? They would give anything to get their hands on this! That device is killing them!"
"Indeed." He quickly folded it back up, tucking it into a small pocket in his shirt, his eyes darting about. He noticed their weapons had been left behind. "The Clan of the Plains is as close to a fair and kind clan as the Ha'tinre can get," he muttered as he stood and picked up his pistol, tucking it away. He still glanced about cautiously.
Helping Calsa to her feet, Alt checked Marm over. He then covered the cold ashes of their fire. "We better get home now. The Ha'tinre were extremely uptight; I could see a couple in the trees, keeping a look out. They know they're being hunted, which means we're on the radar of whoever is after them. We need to be long gone from here in case the hunters are not far behind." He swung up onto Marm's back, hauling Calsa up behind him.
She slipped her arms around his waist as Alt dug his ankles into her side. With a grunt of protest, Marm took off in a gallop, all six legs extending gracefully in massive bounding strides. She covered the distance home in only a couple of hours.
As they rushed into town, Alt just barely slowed Marm long enough to call to the guards in the trees. "Sharp eyes, brothers, we may be followed!" He spurred Marm back to full gallop, finally pulling her to a sudden stop before the longhouse. Marm let out an angry caw, shuddering and snorting as she stood still while Alt hopped off her to hurry in. The quicker he could tell Sanlis, the better. Calsa held her reins as she, too, dismounted, offering them to another Ha'trin who had come forward to find out what was going on. He raised a brow, but took the reins without hesitation.
"What?" Calsa heard Sanlis exclaim as she rushed into the longhouse. "Quickly, then, we must get everyone ready. Who knows what manner of life might have been sent after the Clan of the Plains. Obviously, they took massive risk to get this, it is only fair we take the heat off them. Where is your apprentice?"
"Here!" Calsa came forward.
"Tell me, Cal, what happened?" As he spoke, he nodded to Alt, dismissing him to get the town ready for a possible attack.
"Well, sir, we found out the Torak Lakus has a few Alliance aliens among them. We met a few of them. And they have many Shadowshifters on their side. They've already killed and replaced several commanders and other high level officials." She fidgetted a bit which was not lost on Sanlis.
"Anything else?"
"Well, one of the Shadowshifters, I knew him when I was on the streets. He's with them."
Sanlis nodded slowly. "At least you know someone among them." He then patted Calsa on the shoulder. "You did well. Alt was smart to chose you as his apprentice."
Calsa smiled. "Thank you, sir."
"Now go, help Alt with the preparations. If indeed someone was chasing the Clan of the Plains, they will find out very quickly that the paperwork was handed off."
Calsa nodded and quickly slipped out of Sanlis' office, hurrying out to find Alt.
"Cal!"
Turning, Calsa smiled at Jerako. The boy ran up to her. "Hey, what's going on? Everyone's getting ready for battle. Were we found out? Did you get to meet the Torak Lakus?"
Calsa shrugged. "Master Alt thinks there is a threat. And yeah, we met them. They were weird and alien, nothing like us. The human thing looked similar. At first I thought he was a Ssalian." She smiled. "But that doesn't matter. I have much more interesting things to think and hope for."
"What do you mean?" Jerako followed Calsa as she went back to their house.
"I learned my mother is alive!" Calsa's voice almost strangulated itself in her excitement. "And a Shadowshifter is watching over her. I'll be able to see her soon!"
"Wow! Cal, that's amazing! You are so lucky. See, good things happen. The bad stuff is sad, but they make the good stuff so much sweeter and better." Jerako smiled at her.
As Calsa reached the door of their cabin, she stopped, her ears twitching slightly. She looked around them. "Hey, Jerako.... Do you hear that?"
"What? I just hear everyone talking and running around."
"Yeah. What happened to the birds?"
Jerako pointed up. "You mean them?"
Calsa looked up to where Jerako pointed. As she watched, the seemingly small birds circled, getting larger and larger. And then they vanished, scattering into the canopy. "That was odd," Jerako said, shrugging.
"No, that was deliberate." Calsa turned and ran toward where she could hear Alt's voice calling to his fellow Ha'trin. She came around the corner of one of the houses when a loud cawing sound stopped her dead in her tracks. From the trees around them, large dark forms dropped to the ground in a flurry of black feathers. The giant bird people tilted their heads, their bony hands pulling out long, cruelly curved and serrated weapons. With loud caws and screeches, they attacked the surprised Ha'trin.
For just a second, Calsa saw Alt through the flurry of feathers, the bird people lunging at him. "No!" Calsa cried out before a hand grabbed her around the mouth and jerked her back around the building. She was spun around to look at Jerako. He put his finger to his lips.
"What are you doing?" Calsa snarled, trying to get up once he'd let go of her mouth.
"Saving us! They don't notice us, which means we have the element of surprise! Let's go grab the others and we can attack from the flanks, they won't be expecting that!" He stood and started running away from the battle. With a scowl of contempt, Calsa quickly pushed herself up and ran after him.
Together, they burst into the student safehouse, where the apprentices knew to go if there was a threat of attack. "Guys! Grab your weapons! We gotta help them!" Jerako pushed a rug on the ground out of the way, jerking the hidden door open. Under the floorboards was hidden a stash of guns. He kneeled down, pulling them out one by one and tossing them at the other apprentices.
"What are you doing? We gotta stay in here! Let the Masters deal with it!" one of the boys yelled incredulously.
Calsa glared at him. "If we don't get out there and help then there won't be any Masters left to teach us! They're outnumbered and taken by surprise. We have a chance to even the odds. These aren't beasts of magic. Our guns will be enough to stop them!" She cocked hers, turning to head out the door.
Jerako was right behind her, placing a cartridge into the butt of the gun and cocking it. The other boys looked amongst themselves. Bezin abruptly leapt to his feet. "I'm not letting those two get away with all the glory!" He rushed out the door. In a sudden stampede, the other boys dashed after him, following Calsa and Jerako around the backs of the houses.
Reaching the longhouse where the main fighting was going on, Jerako and Calsa stopped, squatting down. They checked their weapons to ensure they wouldn't jam. Their eyes flicked up silently, knowing that they were ready. Calsa turned as the other boys quietly joined them. Using her hands, she pointed to a few of them and motioned for them to follow her. Together, they hurried around to the other side of the longhouse, making sure that they evenly flanked the intruders.
Calsa glanced back at Jerako. As one, the boys let their voices be heard, rushing forward. The bird people were startled, cawing loudly. They had managed to herd the mostly unarmed Ha'trin together, though even without weapons the Ha'trin were a handful, perfectly capable of defending themselves with their own bodies. Turning to see where this new threat was coming from, the tall, black feathered creatures squawked in pain and surprise. Sure enough, the guns were nearly completely silent with no kickback.
The Ha'trin pushed forward, grabbing the weapons out of the invaders' hands, using their own blades against them. Alt was among them, slashing out at the bird person in front of him. It cawed, flapping its arms to take off. With a growl, Alt leapt at it, wrapping his arms around the creature's neck. The bird person thrashed, shrilly screeching in surprise. Reaching up, Alt grabbed its beak, then twisted its neck. He let go of the bird person as it went ridged, falling to the ground.
Looking up, he noticed one of the bird people had taken to the air and was trying its best to make it to the clearing amongst the trees. He called to Calsa, pointing up at it. Turning, Calsa lifted her arms, laying the gun across her other arm for stability. It took less than a heartbeat after she'd pull the trigger for the bird person to flutter, falling to the ground dead.
It didn't take long for all the intruders to be slaughtered. When the battle was over, the boys held up their guns, cheering themselves. The Ha'trin laughed at their apprentices, praising them. Calsa and Jerako grinned at each other.
"Cal." She turned abruptly, looking up at Alt. He held out his hand. With a sigh, she handed him the gun. "You are insane. And you disobeyed me."
"But...." She stopped when he held up his hand.
He used that same hand to grab her head, pulling her against him suddenly, holding her close. Her eyes flicked over to Jerako. He shrugged, slowly moving away to stay out of the whole situation. Alt pulled back, looking into her eyes. "I think you're ready."
Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"
"For your final ritual. I think you're ready. You've proven yourself time and again already. I have no doubt you can finish the final ritual." He smiled at her, patting her on the head. "Now c'mon, let's get this cleaned up. Gotta make sure none of them have a tracking device."
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Sanlis fixed Alt with a look that told him the old leader was not impressed with his desicion. "You said you would let her take the ritual if I felt she was ready." Alt was tense, pointing at his ex Master.
"I did. But are you sure she's ready? Remember, there is no going back once it starts. She either survives and passes or she will die. You sure you can live with yourself should the unthinkable happen?" Sanlis watched Alt's face carefully, searching for any doubt.
Alt was solid, his gaze steady. "I can because I know it won't happen. Get the area set up for her tomorrow. She'll survive. I have faith in that." With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of Sanlis' office.
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The morning dawned early. Calsa was dressed in loose clothes, standing before the large round house that no one ever went into, not until this moment. With a deep breath, she glanced behind her. Alt was leaned up against the corner of the nearest building, watching her intently. Building up her courage, Calsa entered the place, the door shutting behind her.
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Alt went about his business. Whenever Calsa was done, he'd see her back at the house. He spent the rest of the day thinking about how he was going to praise Calsa for passing. Somehow, a pat on the back didn't seem adequate.
After the attack, extra guards had been pulled in from the outside, more of their brethren coming to defend their headquarters. If this place was ever found out, the last truly strong resistance against the Red Tide would be destroyed. The Torak Lakus would be alone in trying to win the war.
Alt thought about that and many other things, trying to keep himself occupied until the late afternoon. That was about average for most. He liked to imagine she'd be done faster, but he'd give her that time just so she could relax after she got finished. That's what he told himself.
Finally, the appropriate time had passed. With a deep breath, Alt headed home. He opened the door, hoping that she'd come running and hugging him, telling him she had passed the test. Instead, he was utterly surprised to find that she wasn't there. His heart skipped a few beats, making it hard for him to breathe.
Maybe she was in the bedroom sleeping?
He peered in there. The only sight to greet him were her emptied drawers. He blinked in surprise, noticing that her pack was missing. He spun on his heel, heading out of the house.
"Cal left!" a voice yelled.
Alt glanced up at Jerako as the boy ran up to him, bending over to pant. "What?"
Jerako stood up straight, pointing down the road that led out of town. "She survived the ritual, but apparently failed it!"
Alt glanced around, Jerako's use of words not lost on him. "Oh?"
Jerako shook his head. "I'm young, Master Alt, but not stupid. All the other boys don't know. But I figured it out. And I don't care. But the fact she survived but failed only makes it more obvious."
Alt frowned. "When did Cal leave?""
"Just an hour ago. I tried convincing her to come back. You might want to take a tabis. She walks really fast," he panted some more, leaning over to stretch his muscles.
Alt patted Jerako on the shoulder before jogging toward the long house. He threw the door open, marching into Sanlis' office. The old leader looked up Alt's sudden appearance.
"What the hell did you do? She survived! That means she passed! And yet you threw her out?" His fists were clenched, his jaw muscles twitching in his barely contained rage.
"Do you know why no woman has passed the final ritual in a thousand years?" Sanlis' voice was calm. He continued, knowing Alt wouldn't respond. "It's because their inherent magic can't be removed from them. If you remember from your own ritual, at the end, all your inherent magic was drained from you."
"You knew she wouldn't pass!" Alt couldn't hold his temper any longer, his lips peeled back in a feral snarl. "Why would you do that to her?"
"I did nothing. I told you not to put your faith in her," Sanlis turned away, unconcerned.
"You'll let her do it again."
"What?" Sanlis asked, not sure if he'd heard right, turning to stare incredously at Alt.
"You'll let her take it again," Alt repeated himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Sanlis really didn't comprehend. He had to chuckle. "Why would I? You're lucky I'm letting her live."
"Because you owe my father your life, and I'm pulling that favor in."
Sanlis growled. "You really willing to pull that card just for a girl you found on the street?"
Alt abruptly went down on one knee, his head bowed, both hands held above his head, palms up and wrists together, a begging position. "I know she can do it. I know she can be the first. Please, Master Sanlis. Let her take the ritual again."
With a sigh, Sanlis reached down, laying his fingertips against Alt's palms. "Go get her. She has one more chance."
Alt leapt to his feet, rushing out the door. He ran to the field, finding Marm and getting her saddled as fast as he could. Swinging up into place, he spurred Marm into a trot. But once he'd cleared the trees, he kicked her into a gallop.
For the next few minutes, he was worried Calsa had moved off the road, heading off into the woods. He breathed a sigh of relief when he came around the bend and saw her walking away in the distance, her pack slung over her shoulder.
She didn't bother to turn when she heard Alt's voice calling to her. She stared ahead, continuing her steady pace. She still didn't look at Alt as he got Marm to stride beside her.
"Cal. I got Sanlis to let you try again...."
"You knew I wouldn't pass," she said, her voice cold. "I can't lose my magic, so I can't ever be a Ha'trin. You knew that. What a waste of my life."
"Is that what you think?" Alt felt oddly hollow. "You think all that time I took care of you was a waste of your life? Because I know it wasn't a waste of mine."
Calsa snorted, continuing her walk. She didn't bother to look at him. She didn't want to look at him. She might do something even more embarressing than taking a ritual she wouldn't have been able to pass anyways.
"Cal, come back with me. You can take it again. I know you'll pass this time." Alt's voice was gentle.
"You know that's a lie!" she snarled, trying to hide the fact that it hurt her.
"Calsa."
She stopped when he used her full name. He had stopped Marm a few paces behind her, looking at her, her tense body, knowing she didn't mean anything she said.
"Please, Calsa. Come back with me. Take the ritual again. It'll work this time. I just know it will."
Slowly, very slowly, Calsa turned, raising her eyes to him. He saw how much she didn't want to leave. He held out his hand for her.
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Alt sat on the couch. He tried closing his eyes, tried clearing his mind to meditate, keep himself calm. It didn't work. He stood up and paced around. That didn't work. He tried keeping busy. That didn't work.
He really didn't know why he was so nervous. He hadn't been this nervous for his own ritual. In fact, he couldn't remember a time he'd been this anxious. It didn't suit him, and he tried to banish the sensation. It wouldn't budge. So he stopped, studied it. It was like a knot in his stomach, a tightness in his chest. He hoped if he studied it deeply enough, with enough interest, finding where the sensation was coming from, it would go away. After a few minutes, though, he had to give up.
The minutes ticked by like eternity. He found himself unable to eat for the knot in his stomach taking up the space. So he kept pacing, trying not to look out the window to see if she was coming.
He didn't know how it had happened, but he found himself dozing on the couch. Probably his nerves draining so much from him.
He startled awake when he felt a cushion move beside him. "Cal!" He sat up, peering at her somber face. She didn't meet his gaze. He felt his heart sinking. "Cal?"
She slowly looked up at him, the tips of her mouth tugging up into a grin. She didn't have to say a thing.
Alt leapt to his feet, feeling the heavy knot in his stomach burst into elation. He drew her into his arms, hugging her in relief.
"You've gotta be the only person in history to survive the ritual twice!" he said with the same smile in his voice as was on his face.
"I told you I was tough!" she laughed.
She was surprised to find his lips against hers. For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He kissed her with a fierce passion, his arms wrapping around her. Without meaning to, she melted into him, finding herself reciprocating his kiss with the same vigor.
Her hands clenched on his shirt, holding him close to her. She could feel his hip press against hers, feel that he was growing hard. Without meaning to, a soft moan left her.
He abruptly stepped back, still attached to her lips. Together, they stumbled backwards. He grunted when they slammed up against the wall, missing the bedroom door entirely, though it didn't break their hold on each other, mouths still battling one another over which set of lips was the dominate. He turned them, staggering into the bedroom. Calsa gave a squeak when she felt herself falling backward onto a bed, whose didn't matter.
So lost in desire were they that they didn't even know how they were suddenly shirtless. It was then Alt pulled away, both of them dizzy and gasping for air. Calsa still wore the tight bandages that kept her breasts flattened. Alt's eyes rested on them hungrily. For so long he had wanted to see them bare before him, arching, perked, to his touch.
Calsa moved to unwrap the long piece of cloth, but there was a knife in Alt's hand. She lay back as he cut it from her, smiling as the fabric made a saitisfying ripping sound. "You won't ever need this again," he growled in arousal.
Her back arched up at his touch. So long she had longed, ached, to feel his rough hands cupping her small perked breasts. She moaned, a long, deep moan, when his teeth bit down on the top of her breast. Her hips grinded, her pants getting wet. Alt growled deeply like an animal, his hand reaching down to cup her gender, his thumb rubbing her hot slit through the cloth while his teeth nipped and bit over her chest, her shoulders, her throat. She leaned her head back, leaving herself open to him. He tenderly kissed the pulse that pounded next to her trachea.
Again he leaned over her, his lips fierce and punishing, almost making her melt under his dominance. But she was stubborn, intended to make him work for her submission. He knew her thought as if he could hear it, and it made him pulse hotly against his suddenly tight pants, the pressure in his groin an ache that could only be soothed in the heat of her body.
With an impatient snarl, he pulled her pants off her, throwing it across the room as if he never intended for her to ever wear clothing again. When her hands reached down to unbuckle his pants, he let out a sound of dominance that made Calsa quiver all over, letting out a moan though he didn't even touch her. He kicked off the offending clothing, grabbing Calsa's thin wrists, wrenching them above her head.
She squirmed, daring to growl back at him. It turned into a deep moan when he bit a tight little nipple in punishment. He put his knees between her thighs, jerking her effortlessly so that her rump rested on the very edge of the bed, her thighs spread wide around his hips, helpless, at his mercy.
She whimpered, feeling the engorged head of his member run up and down her burning, dripping opening, teasing her. He was going to make her submit, make her his forever, claim her as an animal claimed his mate.
With his feet on the ground, one hand holding her wriggling wrists over her head, the other raked his nails along her side, leaving red marks, trembling when he heard her wanton moan. He ran his hot tongue up her quivering, lean belly, feeling her whole body writhe under him.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Calsa's hip jerked against Alt's member, desperate to be filled. "Oh, Master Alt," she moaned, panting uncontrollably. Her back arched to the touch of his nails over her ribs.
It was what he was waiting for, the sensation of her body melting, relaxing, responding instinctually to his dominance. He pressed his length against her slit, feeling the muscles relax to let him slide into her heat. She let out a loud cry of ecstasy, her body writhing under him as he stretched her. It'd been so long. It was the most exquiste sensation, eliciting a shudder from both of them.
Groaning darkly, Alt wasted no time with setting a pace, his thrusts sharp and purposeful, leaving her breathless, lost in the spell the friction between their bodies created. She felt like she was drowning in the intense pleasure, every one of his cruel bites making her whole body gyrate and squirm. The sounds that came from her were uncontainable. She howled, moaned, sobbed, and whimpered like an animal, nothing but instinct in the place of logic.
He grunted and groaned and growled, his nails digging into her flesh. He finally released her wrists, both his hands taking advantage of her body, a hand cupping and squeezing a breast like he couldn't get enough of her flesh in his hands, the other slipping under her lower back and pulling her up higher to get deeper still into her with each powerful thrust.
He snarled, his teeth bared, when he felt her nails rake against his back, digging deep. Her thighs clenched tightly around his hips, making sure he slid his full length into her with each thrust. He could feel her body grow even hotter, her pale skin flushing brightly as climax ripped through every nerve in her body, violent shudders leaving her weak in the wake of their intensity. Her throat was hoarse from the sounds that exploded from her, her whole body clenching around Alt, her fingers curling like talons against his back. Even her toes curled and quivered.
Growling, Alt couldn't hold himself back. The tightness of her, the heat of her, the smell of her, sent his mind into a void, nothing but the hot pulsing sensation through his length. His head swelled deep inside her, not allowing him to withdraw even if he wanted to.
They were both panting, sweat making them slick. Alt had to blink it from his eyes as his mind slowly returned to his control. Calsa wiggled under him, letting out a whimper. Her eyes could barely stay open. A soft smile tugged the corners of his lips, his finger tips lightly caressing her flushed cheeks. It was a characteristic of their species. The female would usually fall asleep after climax, ensuring she stayed in one place for the male, particularly when they were tied.
"I've been waiting so long to see that look on your face," he rumbled huskily.
Calsa whimpered again, squirming. She smiled up at him, blinking lazily. "Wasn't that great...."
Alt growled, nipping her throat, making her giggle.
He used his strength to lift her a bit, getting himself on the bed so they could lay together until his body released hers. She curled up against him, feeling his arms hold her close as sleep took her.
"That's great news!" Alt smiled when Calsa told him about her mother being alive. Her eyes shined with joy and hope. "And now that the Torak Lakus are here, they will help reunite you. But don't let it make you lose sight of passing the final ritual."
"Are you kidding? Imagine how pleased she would be if I told her I was the first female Ha'trin in over a thousand years! I'm more determined now than ever!" Calsa grinned, overjoyed.
"Good. Now try to get some sleep. Tomorrow, we head back home. We have to tell Sanlis of our success. In a few days after we get home, we'll be contacting the others who do not live at the village, get them all organized and ready to coordinate attacks with the Torak Lakus. And maybe, in a few weeks, you can take the final ritual." He laid back into the cot.
Calsa stared at him in surprise. "You... you think I'm ready?"
"As ready as you'll ever be. You've trained hard. And you've proven yourself in this trip." He turned onto his side, facing the wall. "But I am tired. Getting ones face crushed by a giant gun wielding lizard isn't a relaxing experience. Good night."
Sitting back onto her cot, Calsa could barely contain herself. She would take the final ritual. It was very secret thing; it was never the same for any two people. It was designed individually to test each student, make sure they could handle themselves in true combat. It was possible to die in the final ritual. But for those who survived, they were stripped of their inherent magic, making them immune to the power of the Ha'tinre and any other magic wielder.
Calsa didn't know how long, or even if she really slept. Her mind was such abuzz. She followed Alt as he and Barkley finished discussing the plans for the war. Alt was given a small radio, one with a crypted frequency so that when the time came to start moving, the message could be sent without prying ears. When they emerged from the underground hideout, it was still dark, though the sky was starting to grey with the morning. They wanted to leave before the Templiks in the outpost began their duties. As they had discovered, the captain of the outpost guards was already dead, replaced effortlessly by a shadowshifter. As Barkley had said, "These shifters are experts at making themselves one of any creature they take the form of, blending effortlessly in with any society, any type of work, and any personalty they need to."
"Their organization is very impressive," Alt stated as they headed out of the small outpost. "It's hard to imagine that the Reds can even hold their own against them."
Calsa said nothing, the thought of seeing her mother again, hopefully soon, still on her mind. Alt spurred Marm into a swift trot, hoping to get home as soon as they could. The trip home was like a blur in Calsa's mind. She hardly paid any attention to what was going on. When Alt gave her food, she didn't taste it, barely slept. All she could think about was that there was the hope of seeing her mother again. That thought burned so brightly in her thoughts that she almost didn't even comprehend Alt saying he could feel something nearby, something menacing.
Only then did Calsa snap out of her trance. She glanced around, realizing that her instincts were tingling. Alt's hand slipped under his shirt where the pistol had been all along. His eyes darted about. Calsa whispered to him across the fire, "What...?"
Alt's hand came up, cutting her question off. The hiss of a blade was not lost on him though Calsa heard it only when she looked back on the event that was unfolding. A thin blade flashed in the fire light, Alt falling back onto his back to avoid it. He continued his momentum, flipping over, his legs out straight to make contact with the black clothed figure behind him. The man grunted as he fell back, Alt quickly gaining his feet. But that was no use.
An arm slipped around Calsa's throat, drawing her against a powerful body. She let out a quick scream before a hand was clamped against her mouth, holding her jaw shut. She squirmed and struggled, trying to get out of the person's grasp, but he was too powerful. She heard several more people hurrying into the fray, Alt snarling as he pulled out his pistol only to have his arms grabbed and held immobile. The men holding Alt managed to force him to his stomach, using their knees against his spine to keep him subdued.
At last, one of the men came into the firelight, his faint glowing green eyes making Calsa's heart pound. The Ha'tinre looked down at Alt. "To think we just happen to cross paths, my dear Ha'trin." Then those glowing eyes flicked to Calsa. The evil in there sent a shiver down her spine. "And you have an apprentice. A bit young to be out in the field with you. You Ha'trin like to keep your young out of harms way, where they can stay weak and ignorant." The Ha'tinre walked up to Calsa, peering down at her. He smiled behind the face wrapping. "I see this one is not so well trained. Hatred burns in his heart. I think he'd make a far better Ha'tinre."
Calsa jerked, trying to wrench free of the one holding her, growling in anger. But her efforts meerly made the obvious leader of them laugh. He then turned and looked back down to Alt. "It is, however, not our custom to kill the young. You, however, Ha'trin, are a different story."
"Since when do the Ha'tinre have any sense of honor or mercy?" Alt rumbled out from his position on the ground.
The Ha'tinre squatted down to Alt. He gestured to his kin to let Alt up to his knees. Alt glared at the Ha'tinre in those glowing eyes. It was then that the Ha'tinre leader leaned forward, speaking softly in Alt's ear. "Since the Clan of the Plains could ever remember."
Alt jerked back, looking at the man with surprise. "I thought the clan was dead."
"Not quite. What you see is all that is left. And best no one know. If we were any other clan, you would be dead. But after our 'brethren' tried to eradicate us, we got rather good at being out of sight, and out of mind. Time for hiding is past, though. You obviously know whether the rumors have more validity than we. We cannot hide amongst the masses like you, Ha'trin." The Ha'tinre was making an obvious effort to be diplomatic. Normally, his kind would kill any they had the fancy to kill, and Ha'trin were their favorite, but this clan was about just as hunted as their enemy.
"You want to know if the Torak Lakus are here?" Alt sneered. "What makes you think I have any inclination to tell you?"
The look of murder in the Ha'tinre's eyes almost made Alt regret his words. The man hissed out his next words as if trying with more effort than he ever had before to keep from slitting Alt's throat. "Because we do not ask where they are, only that they are here." And then as if he couldn't hold it back, he added, "And because I can kill you and ask your little apprentice here."
Alt let out a breath. He made himself calm, thinking about the options. It was obvious these Ha'tinre were after something other than the lives of a pair of Ha'trin. They knew nothing of true diplomacy, only the agent of fear. But for many years the Clan of the Plains had been peaceful, building their numbers, even refusing to take jobs that would mean they had to attack the Ha'trin on the planet. In a desperate attempt to keep the Templiks off their world, the clan had practically sacrificed itself to the far larger Ha'tinre clans, trying to appease them and prevent their coming.
Finally, Alt sighed. "For the sake of our histories, I will tell you they are here. We are in the service of the Torak Lakus. They have agents everywhere. They are well organized and well armed."
The Ha'tinre let out a breath. "So it is true. They have Shadowshifters among them?"
"Yes."
The Ha'tinre pulled a slip of paper from his sash, tucking it into Alt's shirt. "This is for them. Should you find them again, I think it will help them. I do not like our brethren on this world. I would rather them take their war elsewhere." He then stood, looking down at Alt. "And remember, Ha'trin, we could have killed you. You owe us."
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Calsa groaned, the sunlight piercing her eyelids. She held up her hand to shade her eyes as they squinted open. She sat up, groaning again. The side of her head pounded. Then the events of the night flooded her and she glanced about rapidly, noticing Alt laying on his stomach in the leaves. She scrambled to her feet, kneeling beside him. "Master Alt? Master Alt?" She shook him. When he didn't respond, a spike of panic raced through her. "Alt? Please wake up! Alt?"
"That's 'Master Alt' to you." Slowly, he got up, sitting back on his ankles. He coughed, his throat dry from having had his face in the leaves all night. He looked around, finding his water canteen and gulping it down. Finally, when the bottle was empty, he looked to Calsa. "Are you alright?"
She looked around in suspicion. "Just a headache."
Alt grabbed her by the chin and turned her head, making her allow him to examine where the Ha'tinre had struck her. "Interesting they didn't just put you to sleep. They knew you hadn't gone through the ritual yet, you're still suseptible to their magic." He let out a sigh. "They must have some strong self honor code, treating you as a true Ha'trin rather than a normal person." Then Alt felt at his chest, reaching into his shirt to pull out the slip of paper the Ha'tinre had left him. He unfolded the paper, his brow furrowing. "What is this?"
Calsa peered at it. It was a crudely drawn device, with notes scribbled around it. It seemed as though whoever made this had been in a hurry. Alt turned the paper this way and that, trying to figure out what it was he looked at. Then he saw a few words that caught his eye. "Cal... I think... I think this is the device that the Templiks are using to make Shadowshifters solid!"
Calsa looked up at him. "Really? They would give anything to get their hands on this! That device is killing them!"
"Indeed." He quickly folded it back up, tucking it into a small pocket in his shirt, his eyes darting about. He noticed their weapons had been left behind. "The Clan of the Plains is as close to a fair and kind clan as the Ha'tinre can get," he muttered as he stood and picked up his pistol, tucking it away. He still glanced about cautiously.
Helping Calsa to her feet, Alt checked Marm over. He then covered the cold ashes of their fire. "We better get home now. The Ha'tinre were extremely uptight; I could see a couple in the trees, keeping a look out. They know they're being hunted, which means we're on the radar of whoever is after them. We need to be long gone from here in case the hunters are not far behind." He swung up onto Marm's back, hauling Calsa up behind him.
She slipped her arms around his waist as Alt dug his ankles into her side. With a grunt of protest, Marm took off in a gallop, all six legs extending gracefully in massive bounding strides. She covered the distance home in only a couple of hours.
As they rushed into town, Alt just barely slowed Marm long enough to call to the guards in the trees. "Sharp eyes, brothers, we may be followed!" He spurred Marm back to full gallop, finally pulling her to a sudden stop before the longhouse. Marm let out an angry caw, shuddering and snorting as she stood still while Alt hopped off her to hurry in. The quicker he could tell Sanlis, the better. Calsa held her reins as she, too, dismounted, offering them to another Ha'trin who had come forward to find out what was going on. He raised a brow, but took the reins without hesitation.
"What?" Calsa heard Sanlis exclaim as she rushed into the longhouse. "Quickly, then, we must get everyone ready. Who knows what manner of life might have been sent after the Clan of the Plains. Obviously, they took massive risk to get this, it is only fair we take the heat off them. Where is your apprentice?"
"Here!" Calsa came forward.
"Tell me, Cal, what happened?" As he spoke, he nodded to Alt, dismissing him to get the town ready for a possible attack.
"Well, sir, we found out the Torak Lakus has a few Alliance aliens among them. We met a few of them. And they have many Shadowshifters on their side. They've already killed and replaced several commanders and other high level officials." She fidgetted a bit which was not lost on Sanlis.
"Anything else?"
"Well, one of the Shadowshifters, I knew him when I was on the streets. He's with them."
Sanlis nodded slowly. "At least you know someone among them." He then patted Calsa on the shoulder. "You did well. Alt was smart to chose you as his apprentice."
Calsa smiled. "Thank you, sir."
"Now go, help Alt with the preparations. If indeed someone was chasing the Clan of the Plains, they will find out very quickly that the paperwork was handed off."
Calsa nodded and quickly slipped out of Sanlis' office, hurrying out to find Alt.
"Cal!"
Turning, Calsa smiled at Jerako. The boy ran up to her. "Hey, what's going on? Everyone's getting ready for battle. Were we found out? Did you get to meet the Torak Lakus?"
Calsa shrugged. "Master Alt thinks there is a threat. And yeah, we met them. They were weird and alien, nothing like us. The human thing looked similar. At first I thought he was a Ssalian." She smiled. "But that doesn't matter. I have much more interesting things to think and hope for."
"What do you mean?" Jerako followed Calsa as she went back to their house.
"I learned my mother is alive!" Calsa's voice almost strangulated itself in her excitement. "And a Shadowshifter is watching over her. I'll be able to see her soon!"
"Wow! Cal, that's amazing! You are so lucky. See, good things happen. The bad stuff is sad, but they make the good stuff so much sweeter and better." Jerako smiled at her.
As Calsa reached the door of their cabin, she stopped, her ears twitching slightly. She looked around them. "Hey, Jerako.... Do you hear that?"
"What? I just hear everyone talking and running around."
"Yeah. What happened to the birds?"
Jerako pointed up. "You mean them?"
Calsa looked up to where Jerako pointed. As she watched, the seemingly small birds circled, getting larger and larger. And then they vanished, scattering into the canopy. "That was odd," Jerako said, shrugging.
"No, that was deliberate." Calsa turned and ran toward where she could hear Alt's voice calling to his fellow Ha'trin. She came around the corner of one of the houses when a loud cawing sound stopped her dead in her tracks. From the trees around them, large dark forms dropped to the ground in a flurry of black feathers. The giant bird people tilted their heads, their bony hands pulling out long, cruelly curved and serrated weapons. With loud caws and screeches, they attacked the surprised Ha'trin.
For just a second, Calsa saw Alt through the flurry of feathers, the bird people lunging at him. "No!" Calsa cried out before a hand grabbed her around the mouth and jerked her back around the building. She was spun around to look at Jerako. He put his finger to his lips.
"What are you doing?" Calsa snarled, trying to get up once he'd let go of her mouth.
"Saving us! They don't notice us, which means we have the element of surprise! Let's go grab the others and we can attack from the flanks, they won't be expecting that!" He stood and started running away from the battle. With a scowl of contempt, Calsa quickly pushed herself up and ran after him.
Together, they burst into the student safehouse, where the apprentices knew to go if there was a threat of attack. "Guys! Grab your weapons! We gotta help them!" Jerako pushed a rug on the ground out of the way, jerking the hidden door open. Under the floorboards was hidden a stash of guns. He kneeled down, pulling them out one by one and tossing them at the other apprentices.
"What are you doing? We gotta stay in here! Let the Masters deal with it!" one of the boys yelled incredulously.
Calsa glared at him. "If we don't get out there and help then there won't be any Masters left to teach us! They're outnumbered and taken by surprise. We have a chance to even the odds. These aren't beasts of magic. Our guns will be enough to stop them!" She cocked hers, turning to head out the door.
Jerako was right behind her, placing a cartridge into the butt of the gun and cocking it. The other boys looked amongst themselves. Bezin abruptly leapt to his feet. "I'm not letting those two get away with all the glory!" He rushed out the door. In a sudden stampede, the other boys dashed after him, following Calsa and Jerako around the backs of the houses.
Reaching the longhouse where the main fighting was going on, Jerako and Calsa stopped, squatting down. They checked their weapons to ensure they wouldn't jam. Their eyes flicked up silently, knowing that they were ready. Calsa turned as the other boys quietly joined them. Using her hands, she pointed to a few of them and motioned for them to follow her. Together, they hurried around to the other side of the longhouse, making sure that they evenly flanked the intruders.
Calsa glanced back at Jerako. As one, the boys let their voices be heard, rushing forward. The bird people were startled, cawing loudly. They had managed to herd the mostly unarmed Ha'trin together, though even without weapons the Ha'trin were a handful, perfectly capable of defending themselves with their own bodies. Turning to see where this new threat was coming from, the tall, black feathered creatures squawked in pain and surprise. Sure enough, the guns were nearly completely silent with no kickback.
The Ha'trin pushed forward, grabbing the weapons out of the invaders' hands, using their own blades against them. Alt was among them, slashing out at the bird person in front of him. It cawed, flapping its arms to take off. With a growl, Alt leapt at it, wrapping his arms around the creature's neck. The bird person thrashed, shrilly screeching in surprise. Reaching up, Alt grabbed its beak, then twisted its neck. He let go of the bird person as it went ridged, falling to the ground.
Looking up, he noticed one of the bird people had taken to the air and was trying its best to make it to the clearing amongst the trees. He called to Calsa, pointing up at it. Turning, Calsa lifted her arms, laying the gun across her other arm for stability. It took less than a heartbeat after she'd pull the trigger for the bird person to flutter, falling to the ground dead.
It didn't take long for all the intruders to be slaughtered. When the battle was over, the boys held up their guns, cheering themselves. The Ha'trin laughed at their apprentices, praising them. Calsa and Jerako grinned at each other.
"Cal." She turned abruptly, looking up at Alt. He held out his hand. With a sigh, she handed him the gun. "You are insane. And you disobeyed me."
"But...." She stopped when he held up his hand.
He used that same hand to grab her head, pulling her against him suddenly, holding her close. Her eyes flicked over to Jerako. He shrugged, slowly moving away to stay out of the whole situation. Alt pulled back, looking into her eyes. "I think you're ready."
Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"
"For your final ritual. I think you're ready. You've proven yourself time and again already. I have no doubt you can finish the final ritual." He smiled at her, patting her on the head. "Now c'mon, let's get this cleaned up. Gotta make sure none of them have a tracking device."
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Sanlis fixed Alt with a look that told him the old leader was not impressed with his desicion. "You said you would let her take the ritual if I felt she was ready." Alt was tense, pointing at his ex Master.
"I did. But are you sure she's ready? Remember, there is no going back once it starts. She either survives and passes or she will die. You sure you can live with yourself should the unthinkable happen?" Sanlis watched Alt's face carefully, searching for any doubt.
Alt was solid, his gaze steady. "I can because I know it won't happen. Get the area set up for her tomorrow. She'll survive. I have faith in that." With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of Sanlis' office.
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The morning dawned early. Calsa was dressed in loose clothes, standing before the large round house that no one ever went into, not until this moment. With a deep breath, she glanced behind her. Alt was leaned up against the corner of the nearest building, watching her intently. Building up her courage, Calsa entered the place, the door shutting behind her.
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Alt went about his business. Whenever Calsa was done, he'd see her back at the house. He spent the rest of the day thinking about how he was going to praise Calsa for passing. Somehow, a pat on the back didn't seem adequate.
After the attack, extra guards had been pulled in from the outside, more of their brethren coming to defend their headquarters. If this place was ever found out, the last truly strong resistance against the Red Tide would be destroyed. The Torak Lakus would be alone in trying to win the war.
Alt thought about that and many other things, trying to keep himself occupied until the late afternoon. That was about average for most. He liked to imagine she'd be done faster, but he'd give her that time just so she could relax after she got finished. That's what he told himself.
Finally, the appropriate time had passed. With a deep breath, Alt headed home. He opened the door, hoping that she'd come running and hugging him, telling him she had passed the test. Instead, he was utterly surprised to find that she wasn't there. His heart skipped a few beats, making it hard for him to breathe.
Maybe she was in the bedroom sleeping?
He peered in there. The only sight to greet him were her emptied drawers. He blinked in surprise, noticing that her pack was missing. He spun on his heel, heading out of the house.
"Cal left!" a voice yelled.
Alt glanced up at Jerako as the boy ran up to him, bending over to pant. "What?"
Jerako stood up straight, pointing down the road that led out of town. "She survived the ritual, but apparently failed it!"
Alt glanced around, Jerako's use of words not lost on him. "Oh?"
Jerako shook his head. "I'm young, Master Alt, but not stupid. All the other boys don't know. But I figured it out. And I don't care. But the fact she survived but failed only makes it more obvious."
Alt frowned. "When did Cal leave?""
"Just an hour ago. I tried convincing her to come back. You might want to take a tabis. She walks really fast," he panted some more, leaning over to stretch his muscles.
Alt patted Jerako on the shoulder before jogging toward the long house. He threw the door open, marching into Sanlis' office. The old leader looked up Alt's sudden appearance.
"What the hell did you do? She survived! That means she passed! And yet you threw her out?" His fists were clenched, his jaw muscles twitching in his barely contained rage.
"Do you know why no woman has passed the final ritual in a thousand years?" Sanlis' voice was calm. He continued, knowing Alt wouldn't respond. "It's because their inherent magic can't be removed from them. If you remember from your own ritual, at the end, all your inherent magic was drained from you."
"You knew she wouldn't pass!" Alt couldn't hold his temper any longer, his lips peeled back in a feral snarl. "Why would you do that to her?"
"I did nothing. I told you not to put your faith in her," Sanlis turned away, unconcerned.
"You'll let her do it again."
"What?" Sanlis asked, not sure if he'd heard right, turning to stare incredously at Alt.
"You'll let her take it again," Alt repeated himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Sanlis really didn't comprehend. He had to chuckle. "Why would I? You're lucky I'm letting her live."
"Because you owe my father your life, and I'm pulling that favor in."
Sanlis growled. "You really willing to pull that card just for a girl you found on the street?"
Alt abruptly went down on one knee, his head bowed, both hands held above his head, palms up and wrists together, a begging position. "I know she can do it. I know she can be the first. Please, Master Sanlis. Let her take the ritual again."
With a sigh, Sanlis reached down, laying his fingertips against Alt's palms. "Go get her. She has one more chance."
Alt leapt to his feet, rushing out the door. He ran to the field, finding Marm and getting her saddled as fast as he could. Swinging up into place, he spurred Marm into a trot. But once he'd cleared the trees, he kicked her into a gallop.
For the next few minutes, he was worried Calsa had moved off the road, heading off into the woods. He breathed a sigh of relief when he came around the bend and saw her walking away in the distance, her pack slung over her shoulder.
She didn't bother to turn when she heard Alt's voice calling to her. She stared ahead, continuing her steady pace. She still didn't look at Alt as he got Marm to stride beside her.
"Cal. I got Sanlis to let you try again...."
"You knew I wouldn't pass," she said, her voice cold. "I can't lose my magic, so I can't ever be a Ha'trin. You knew that. What a waste of my life."
"Is that what you think?" Alt felt oddly hollow. "You think all that time I took care of you was a waste of your life? Because I know it wasn't a waste of mine."
Calsa snorted, continuing her walk. She didn't bother to look at him. She didn't want to look at him. She might do something even more embarressing than taking a ritual she wouldn't have been able to pass anyways.
"Cal, come back with me. You can take it again. I know you'll pass this time." Alt's voice was gentle.
"You know that's a lie!" she snarled, trying to hide the fact that it hurt her.
"Calsa."
She stopped when he used her full name. He had stopped Marm a few paces behind her, looking at her, her tense body, knowing she didn't mean anything she said.
"Please, Calsa. Come back with me. Take the ritual again. It'll work this time. I just know it will."
Slowly, very slowly, Calsa turned, raising her eyes to him. He saw how much she didn't want to leave. He held out his hand for her.
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Alt sat on the couch. He tried closing his eyes, tried clearing his mind to meditate, keep himself calm. It didn't work. He stood up and paced around. That didn't work. He tried keeping busy. That didn't work.
He really didn't know why he was so nervous. He hadn't been this nervous for his own ritual. In fact, he couldn't remember a time he'd been this anxious. It didn't suit him, and he tried to banish the sensation. It wouldn't budge. So he stopped, studied it. It was like a knot in his stomach, a tightness in his chest. He hoped if he studied it deeply enough, with enough interest, finding where the sensation was coming from, it would go away. After a few minutes, though, he had to give up.
The minutes ticked by like eternity. He found himself unable to eat for the knot in his stomach taking up the space. So he kept pacing, trying not to look out the window to see if she was coming.
He didn't know how it had happened, but he found himself dozing on the couch. Probably his nerves draining so much from him.
He startled awake when he felt a cushion move beside him. "Cal!" He sat up, peering at her somber face. She didn't meet his gaze. He felt his heart sinking. "Cal?"
She slowly looked up at him, the tips of her mouth tugging up into a grin. She didn't have to say a thing.
Alt leapt to his feet, feeling the heavy knot in his stomach burst into elation. He drew her into his arms, hugging her in relief.
"You've gotta be the only person in history to survive the ritual twice!" he said with the same smile in his voice as was on his face.
"I told you I was tough!" she laughed.
She was surprised to find his lips against hers. For a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He kissed her with a fierce passion, his arms wrapping around her. Without meaning to, she melted into him, finding herself reciprocating his kiss with the same vigor.
Her hands clenched on his shirt, holding him close to her. She could feel his hip press against hers, feel that he was growing hard. Without meaning to, a soft moan left her.
He abruptly stepped back, still attached to her lips. Together, they stumbled backwards. He grunted when they slammed up against the wall, missing the bedroom door entirely, though it didn't break their hold on each other, mouths still battling one another over which set of lips was the dominate. He turned them, staggering into the bedroom. Calsa gave a squeak when she felt herself falling backward onto a bed, whose didn't matter.
So lost in desire were they that they didn't even know how they were suddenly shirtless. It was then Alt pulled away, both of them dizzy and gasping for air. Calsa still wore the tight bandages that kept her breasts flattened. Alt's eyes rested on them hungrily. For so long he had wanted to see them bare before him, arching, perked, to his touch.
Calsa moved to unwrap the long piece of cloth, but there was a knife in Alt's hand. She lay back as he cut it from her, smiling as the fabric made a saitisfying ripping sound. "You won't ever need this again," he growled in arousal.
Her back arched up at his touch. So long she had longed, ached, to feel his rough hands cupping her small perked breasts. She moaned, a long, deep moan, when his teeth bit down on the top of her breast. Her hips grinded, her pants getting wet. Alt growled deeply like an animal, his hand reaching down to cup her gender, his thumb rubbing her hot slit through the cloth while his teeth nipped and bit over her chest, her shoulders, her throat. She leaned her head back, leaving herself open to him. He tenderly kissed the pulse that pounded next to her trachea.
Again he leaned over her, his lips fierce and punishing, almost making her melt under his dominance. But she was stubborn, intended to make him work for her submission. He knew her thought as if he could hear it, and it made him pulse hotly against his suddenly tight pants, the pressure in his groin an ache that could only be soothed in the heat of her body.
With an impatient snarl, he pulled her pants off her, throwing it across the room as if he never intended for her to ever wear clothing again. When her hands reached down to unbuckle his pants, he let out a sound of dominance that made Calsa quiver all over, letting out a moan though he didn't even touch her. He kicked off the offending clothing, grabbing Calsa's thin wrists, wrenching them above her head.
She squirmed, daring to growl back at him. It turned into a deep moan when he bit a tight little nipple in punishment. He put his knees between her thighs, jerking her effortlessly so that her rump rested on the very edge of the bed, her thighs spread wide around his hips, helpless, at his mercy.
She whimpered, feeling the engorged head of his member run up and down her burning, dripping opening, teasing her. He was going to make her submit, make her his forever, claim her as an animal claimed his mate.
With his feet on the ground, one hand holding her wriggling wrists over her head, the other raked his nails along her side, leaving red marks, trembling when he heard her wanton moan. He ran his hot tongue up her quivering, lean belly, feeling her whole body writhe under him.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Calsa's hip jerked against Alt's member, desperate to be filled. "Oh, Master Alt," she moaned, panting uncontrollably. Her back arched to the touch of his nails over her ribs.
It was what he was waiting for, the sensation of her body melting, relaxing, responding instinctually to his dominance. He pressed his length against her slit, feeling the muscles relax to let him slide into her heat. She let out a loud cry of ecstasy, her body writhing under him as he stretched her. It'd been so long. It was the most exquiste sensation, eliciting a shudder from both of them.
Groaning darkly, Alt wasted no time with setting a pace, his thrusts sharp and purposeful, leaving her breathless, lost in the spell the friction between their bodies created. She felt like she was drowning in the intense pleasure, every one of his cruel bites making her whole body gyrate and squirm. The sounds that came from her were uncontainable. She howled, moaned, sobbed, and whimpered like an animal, nothing but instinct in the place of logic.
He grunted and groaned and growled, his nails digging into her flesh. He finally released her wrists, both his hands taking advantage of her body, a hand cupping and squeezing a breast like he couldn't get enough of her flesh in his hands, the other slipping under her lower back and pulling her up higher to get deeper still into her with each powerful thrust.
He snarled, his teeth bared, when he felt her nails rake against his back, digging deep. Her thighs clenched tightly around his hips, making sure he slid his full length into her with each thrust. He could feel her body grow even hotter, her pale skin flushing brightly as climax ripped through every nerve in her body, violent shudders leaving her weak in the wake of their intensity. Her throat was hoarse from the sounds that exploded from her, her whole body clenching around Alt, her fingers curling like talons against his back. Even her toes curled and quivered.
Growling, Alt couldn't hold himself back. The tightness of her, the heat of her, the smell of her, sent his mind into a void, nothing but the hot pulsing sensation through his length. His head swelled deep inside her, not allowing him to withdraw even if he wanted to.
They were both panting, sweat making them slick. Alt had to blink it from his eyes as his mind slowly returned to his control. Calsa wiggled under him, letting out a whimper. Her eyes could barely stay open. A soft smile tugged the corners of his lips, his finger tips lightly caressing her flushed cheeks. It was a characteristic of their species. The female would usually fall asleep after climax, ensuring she stayed in one place for the male, particularly when they were tied.
"I've been waiting so long to see that look on your face," he rumbled huskily.
Calsa whimpered again, squirming. She smiled up at him, blinking lazily. "Wasn't that great...."
Alt growled, nipping her throat, making her giggle.
He used his strength to lift her a bit, getting himself on the bed so they could lay together until his body released hers. She curled up against him, feeling his arms hold her close as sleep took her.
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