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+[ Author: Andromeda Bliss; Title: Adin's Adventure - How To Ruin A Rescue; Genre: Science Fiction, Alien, Erotica ]
+Adin woke with his usual suddenness, keeping his eyes closed for a moment. <Please let it have been a nightmare.> But when he lifted his lids the little white cage was the same. Pale, featureless walls gleamed in the soft glow from the ceiling, no exits or entries, no way to escape.
+He was still a prisoner.
+With a sibilant sigh, he sat up on the flat bed, wishing for his sleeping tank on his home world as he scratched at his dry scales. Cocking his head toward the wall to his left, he quested outward with his mind, reaching for the next cell's occupants. Yes, they were present and fornicating yet again. Tireless, those three. Or rather two; he sensed three minds but the images he received from them showed one of the beings with a second cranium.
+He'd never met such a species, hadn't dreamed such variety could exist. He'd never felt the need to travel away from their small world and explore. The adventurous one in their clutch had always been his older brother Ocen.
+Ocen, the brave and confident one, the starship pilot who had left their home to explore the galaxy. Ocen, who'd disappeared.
+Their mother's tortured features and dim, suffering eyes had driven Adin into the stars to look for his brother. Adin was full-grown, nearing the mating burn. He was old enough and maybe brave enough to rescue his wayward brother from whatever fate had befallen him. He'd been so proud of the way he'd tracked Ocen, following posted schedules, docking entries, purchases, until he'd found the last entry, the last purchase at a strange drink vendor filled with the most exotic sentient species he'd ever seen.
+His brother's trail stopped there. Adin remembered asking the staff about him, remembered the drink tender giving him a peculiar smile and handing him a glass.
+Then he'd awakened here, in this small white square with no memory of how he'd gotten from the vendor to this prison. He was also naked. So much for rescuing his brother. Now he was the one who needed rescue, trapped in a cage without even knowing who had taken him and why.
+What they wanted from him was clear enough. In the three wake cycles since his abduction, several females had entered his small cage and attempted to mate with him. In their minds he saw images of what they expected, what they wanted. But he had not yet reached full mating burn, though he'd tingled on the edge of it when one aggressive female had stroked his two largest phalluses with hands and mouth.
+Adin had sent each female away with mild regret that he could not please them and irritated curiosity about his abductors. If this was some sort of illicit breeding program, wouldn't artificial means be easier? What he saw in the females' minds, when they weren't focused on mounting his cocks, suggested a behavior study. For what purpose? And surely they could get volunteers without needing to kidnap beings?
+Was this what had happened to his brother? Was Ocen trapped in a white cell somewhere also?
+With another sigh, Adin stretched and rose from the bed, paying no attention when it folded into the wall and completed the room's unbroken, featureless whiteness. He wandered to the forward wall where his visitors had appeared as if sucked in and out of the wall material itself. He waited for a moment, expecting food and drink to materialize on a shelf like it had the previous cycles, but nothing happened.
+With a twitch, he turned away, irritated with himself for acting like a tame lab animal waiting placidly for its scheduled meal. Stepping over to the wall dividing his cell from the busy fornicators, he leaned a shoulder on the surface and closed his eyes, touching his mind to theirs. He suspected the abductors knew about his species' telepathy and expected him to use it in just this way, but he had little else to occupy his time.
+Besides, he was curious, about them and his own novel reactions. He'd never experienced such things as desire and physical need before, though Ocen had described the sensations and explained what to expect. The mating burn was close and new, and though he wanted to experience it he was dismayed at the thought of coming into his burn in this cold place.
+With a little thrill of dreadful anticipation, he concentrated on the female in the next cage, sinking into her seething consciousness. Sensation overwhelmed him just as it did her, flooding him with a pleasure so intense it blinded him. She was in the middle of an explosive chain of orgasms, her body writhing under the relentless pounding of the male, her mind a white-hot mass of ecstasy.
+Adin gasped, body shuddering with the overload of unfamiliar sensation. Heat rolled up from his groin, spreading out to his limbs in ever increasing waves. He felt the female's utter surrender to sensation, her deep satisfaction in the thick cock tunneling so ruthlessly into her, and it sparked something deep inside him, a sizzling need threatening to light his very core on fire.
+In a vague panic, Adin withdrew from the female's mind and the overwhelming sensations with dizzying abruptness. Gulping air, he pressed his forehead to the hard wall. He'd felt the female climax before but always in the distance, never so immediate and clear, erasing all thought and sense of self. His heart still thundered, muscles quivering, and a long ache had appeared inside him, a residual hot clench he'd never felt before.
+Adin opened his eyes and looked down, then stared in shocked fascination. He had a full erection. Of all three phalluses. They bobbed to his heartbeat and that hot ache, the paired cocks long and thick with a glisten of pre-cum on their bulbous ends, the smaller penis nestled on top of them and twitching with unfamiliar sensation.
+Adin had never had full erections before, not even when the female had stroked and tongued him with such voracious delight. He'd known what they would look like of course, but seeing it on his own body for the first time was disorienting, dislocating, as if he was suddenly inside someone else.
+His scales were even finer on his cocks, giving them a gleam like marble, especially on the damp heads. His deep blue colors, cobalts and indigos, shone between swirling black and gray patterns he hadn't fully seen before on this part of his body. Extending his tongue in a quick flicker, he sampled air ripe with his own flavor, a sweet musk announcing his burgeoning arousal.
+Adin touched tentative fingertips to one cock, careful to keep his black claws from scratching. Then he gasped, shocked at the sensitivity in his flesh, the tingling sensations shooting up his thick rod and fueling the burning clench in his gut. Wrapping careful fingers around his phallus, he stared in fascination at this throbbing piece of flesh in his fist, a body part he'd known all his life yet now seemed new in its heavy solidity, its hard yet silky texture.
+He tightened his fist and loosed an involuntary grunt at the stab of lust driving through him. Ocen had described what to do and Adin had dutifully watched the instructional holos, though his younger self hadn't thought much of the practice when touching his own flaccid groin. Now, as he drew his fist up his hard cock in a long, slow stroke, he understood the gleam in his brother's eyes and the glazed look on the holo instructor's face.
+<Oh Stars, it feels so GOOD.>
+His hips gave an uncontrolled twitch and a hissing groan slipped from his throat. The deep ache turned into a sizzling heat rolling from his core to his extremities in a flash-fire of wild need.
+And Adin understood, whether he wanted it or not, his mating burn had come upon him in this sterile place.
+He wanted to stop. He wanted to turn back time and feel nothing, to thwart his abductors. He wanted not to give them a show. He knew they had to be watching.
+But those were all small wants compared to the monstrous hunger now prowling through his limbs and pounding in his cocks. He could no more have stopped stroking himself than stopped breathing, overcome by impossible lust, by a massive need that growled and raked claws of fire through his insides.
+Desperate and mindless, he grasped the paired cocks in one rough fist and squeezed his smaller cock in the other hand, tugging along their lengths with jerky, inexperienced strokes. Untutored though he was, his body slammed into full burn, pleasure and ferocious desire wiping his mind clean of thought and filling it with sensation.
+Primitive instinct took over, snapping his hips forward in a thrusting rhythm as old as time, his grip tightening and smoothing out into a hard, fast stroke. Moments later pleasure spiked, exploding inside him with shocking force, and he felt the pulse of ejaculate pump through his aching flesh in time with his hoarse cries.
+As fierce sensation eased into drained relief, Adin sagged to his knees and braced against the wall, panting and staring in disbelief at the streams of liquid on the floor in front of him.
+<Well, this explains it,> he thought rather incoherently, remembering all the times he'd seen his brother chase after a female with almost mindless intensity. He hadn't understood the drive, the brutal imperative, until now. The mating burn could not be denied.
+Even after his mind-blowing orgasm, Adin could feel it rising again, the heat and clench in his gut. His three cocks had sagged but not all the way, twitching still with rivers of sensation.
+At home, a young Ophidian in his first mating burn would be secluded with the matrons, females willing to teach him control and instruct him in the arts of pleasure. He would learn how to manage this ocean of lust, harness it into a tool bringing his true mate complete satisfaction.
+Alone in this impersonal white room, Adin felt lost and anxious, wishing with renewed vehemence he was home and with his family. Ocen would know what to do. Was he here? Trapped in a cell like Adin? If he could contact his brother, could they find a way out of here?
+Adin staggered to his feet and moved to the back wall on wobbly legs. Activating the bed, he sat on it with a shaky huff and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the twitch of his rising cocks. Clearing his mind, he found what calm he could and reached outward, slow and deliberate.
+Then he gasped, stunned by the strength of his reach and clarity of his mind-touch. The mating burn had affected his telepathy as well, which made sense when he considered it. Bringing his true mate to full satisfaction involved knowing exactly how she liked to be touched by merging with her mind.
+No one had warned him, though.
+He brushed through cell after cell, gritting his teeth at the increasing amount of so many scattered thoughts, emotions, and physical sensations. He pushed as far as he could stand and then pulled back in a rush, unable to handle the sensory overload.
+Breathing deeply, Adin hissed his frustration. He had felt only strangers, not his brother, but he didn't despair yet. His explorations had touched only on long rows of prison cells. He hadn't reached the edges of the facility, hadn't touched any minds that weren't prisoners and he was sure there were more.
+His brother might still be here, in another part or level of what he suspected was an enormous facility. Alarming, that such a large operation could function without anyone knowing of it.
+Before he could gather himself for another attempt, Adin felt a change in the room's atmosphere and opened his eyes, expecting the shelf of food.
+Instead, a lovely female Ophidian rippled through the wall and stepped into his cell.
+Adin stared, wondering if the mating burn caused hallucinations.
+Because no matter how solid she seemed, no matter how her sunset-colored scales rippled in the light and her limbs moved with silky, enticing elegance, her mind was not there.
+She glided to the center of the room and stood watching him, tilting her head. She had delicate flares on her skull ridges catching the light in opalescent flashes. Her scale patterns, lighter than his own, made a soft and intricate gray contrast against the infinite shades of pink-tinged reds and oranges. Her eyes glowed an almost florescent reflection of her sunset colors. Her claws were translucent pink and her tongue flicked out in a deep red invitation.
+Everything on her was long and smooth, her torso sleek and graceful without those odd milk glands he'd seen on mammalian species. She was an average female size, slightly larger than Ophidian males, perfect for carrying a clutch of young. Everything about her radiated her readiness to mate.
+She was stunning but her mind was empty. How was this possible? Adin sat still, confusion shivering through him as he tried to touch her thoughts and found nothing. How was he going to speak with her? His species didn't have verbal language, relying solely on telepathy to communicate.
+Confounded, he flicked out his tongue and tasted nothing. She had no flavor.
+<What in Stars' Grace is she?>
+Then it came to him. A droid. This was why every line was perfection and every move was enticement. Most females of his kind weren't so ready to mate without a great deal of effort from their males. They'd sent him a sex droid. But why?
+He'd turned away the other females they'd sent him. They must know enough about his species to realize his mating burn was best triggered by one of his own kind. But why a droid and not a real female who could instruct him? He hoped it was because they didn't have a real one in their possession.
+He should send her away. He should be furious they would treat him like this, stroking him with a mechanical device like some farm animal reluctant to breed on schedule. He was furious but also burning with need.
+His cocks stood tall in his lap, even harder and more fiercely aching than before, as if he hadn't just jerked himself to completion a few moments ago. The thinking part of his brain might be repulsed by the idea of fucking a droid on command, but the rest of him saw only a beautiful female at peak readiness, everything about her calling to him. Her eyes swirled in patterns of lust, her tongue danced out to him in slow seduction, her scales deepened with rosy desire and her inner thighs gleamed with liquid. She lifted her hands, beckoning to him with a curl of her claws.
+He rose with a spurt of self-loathing, buried under an avalanche of lust. She might not be a true Ophidian, but she was female enough to captivate his youthful imagination and fill him with wonder. The amazing newness of it almost made him forget she was a droid until he tried again to connect with her thoughts, to learn what pleased her.
+With no mental guide, he was tentative as he touched her arm, savoring the silky texture of her fine scales. But she was not at all hesitant, one hand slipping behind his neck and the other stroking his chest, claws scrapping his scales with just the right amount of teasing pressure.
+He made a startled sound of pleasure but her mouth absorbed it, her agile tongue darting in to twine with his. She was oddly flavorless but his nerve endings didn't care, relishing the feel of her with a surge of hunger. His eyes drifted closed and he learned her by feel, sliding greedy hands over her smooth, long lines.
+She hummed with what he took to be pleased desire, her hands drifting over him while her tongue tugged and danced with his own. When she stepped closer and rubbed against him in a sinuous writhe, trapping his cocks between their sliding bodies, he nearly climaxed again.
+Adin jerked his head away with a whoop of indrawn air, claws snagging on her scales as he tried to hold her still. He felt like the top of his head was going to blow off, his entire body on fire and his cocks throbbing so hard they hurt.
+She seemed to understand his dilemma and eased away, eyes swirling with dark, sensual colors as she sank to the floor, pulling him with her. Laying on her back, she opened her legs wide and reached for his cocks.
+Adin hesitated, a little shocked by her aggression and this fast-forward dive into intercourse when most females required a great deal more foreplay to ready them. But when he saw her cloacal membrane part, saw her openings slippery and glistening with fluid, lust slammed into him and drove him forward. Her hands grasped each of his large penises and guided him toward her paired vaginal openings, her strong grip almost enough to make him erupt. Making guttural sounds he didn't even recognize, he braced his hands on the floor and pushed into her.
+The feeling was like nothing he'd ever dreamed. Tight, wet, grasping and greedy, her body enfolded him as she arched her hips up and met him halfway. His third penis slid along the indent in her pubis where a normal female's nerve bundles would lie, multiplying her pleasure.
+He couldn't tell if he was bringing the droid pleasure or not. The sweet sensations spiraling up his spine were too much and he could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but the hot rush of ecstasy. Bucking into her, he came hard, shuddering and squirting deep inside her.
+Sagging and panting as the pleasure receded, he looked down at the female. She was smiling, legs spread and heels braced on the floor, hands on his hips. Her claws flexed, digging into him with little pricks that made him twitch, before she moved her grip to his ass. Then she jerked him towards her, snapping her hips up to meet him, and his world dissolved into heat again.
+This time the sensations took him less by surprise, though, and Adin's instincts guided him. He pushed her hands away and hooked an arm under each of her legs, lifting and spreading her as he leaned forward. Then, in his own damned time, he moved his hips, sliding slow and agonizingly sweet in and out of her tight holes, his third cock wedged between them.
+She watched him with a smile, clasping his shoulders and moving with him in perfect synchronicity. The fire built slower, hotter, sizzling along his nerves and diving deep into his core, burning, <burning... >
+He heard himself making those hoarse, animal sounds again and couldn't stop. The pleasure was insane, rushing through him in near violent waves, obliterating thought and any hint of control. He thrust faster and harder with each passing moment, tunneling into her with savage force, the sensation of her clamped around his pulsing cocks driving him wild and sending shocks all the way out to his extremities.
+His orgasm burst like a supernova, from the base of his spine outward in a wildfire that seemed to drain him not only of cum but his life-force. He pumped and shot into the female's dark depths, his muscles seizing and quivering before relaxing all at once. He collapsed onto her, strength gone, sucking air in desperate pulls.
+She didn't seem to mind, arms and legs folding him close. He reached for her telepathically, hazy gratitude in every particle of his being, until he remembered she was only a droid. The blankness of her washed over him like ice water and he recoiled, pushing away and gritting his teeth at the feel of his cocks slipping from her drenched folds.
+Sitting up on shaky limbs, he met her still seductive gaze with a glower. Any normal Ophidian female would be offended and furious with his animalistic humping, his selfish drive toward his own pleasure. He was humiliated and embarrassed by his lack of control and clumsy, inexpert fucking. This hadn't been a mating—this was coerced masturbation.
+Lunging to his feet, he turned his back on her and moved to the corner housing the sanitizing tube. Activating it without looking at the droid, he braced his hands against the smooth, opaque surface and hung his head while power streams ran over his flesh and cleaned him of any material and microbes.
+<Great Stars, find me a way home.>
+***
+"You upset him," Neeri murmured, watching on her holo display as the Ophidian hunched in his sanitizing tube. She frowned, strangely disturbed by his obvious distress.
+The Orchestrator turned its mechanical head toward her, the visor serving as its visual sensor blank of expression as usual. "He required the push."
+"You could have given him more time."
+"More time would have skewed our data flow."
+She snorted, not bothering to hide her contempt for their data flow. "At least get the sex bot out of there. You saw him, he's in full burn. He doesn't need the skanky bitch anymore." The possessive anger leaching into her tone also disturbed her. Snapping her mouth shut, Neeri faced the display and pretended not to feel the Orchestrator's steady regard.
+"You feel too much for them."
+"Well, that's why I'm here, isn't it?" she snapped. "To balance out your cold, unfeeling, much too logical asshole-ness?"
+The Orchestrator didn't take offense. She was pretty sure it couldn't. With a small, mechanical hum, it turned back to the controls and touched several with its sinuous, synthetic arms.
+Neeri watched it out of the corner of her eye. She liked to call it Big O because that made her laugh and because it didn't get the joke. She also liked to think of it as a he, because all those long, slithery appendages turned her on. She'd had a few fantasies about those sinuous arms slithering all over her and pumping inside her while she lay stretched out naked on his controls.
+She was a hedonistic creature, embracing pleasure in all its forms, even humping a rolling dildo like Big O. For her, this job was pure torture. All day long she watched sex and couldn't join in. <Hell in a hand basket.>
+"You could've sent me in. I would've made him burn," she mumbled, squirming in her seat as she remembered Adin's muscles working under his beautiful jewel-like skin, driving those scrumptious cocks in and out of the stupid, unimaginative bot.
+"You are here to observe and assist in the facilitation of the program. You are not here to participate. As I have reminded you on an almost daily basis."
+She cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Do I detect a smidge of cattiness? Treading on my territory, Big O?"
+"I will never understand the Cooperative's reasoning in hiring you for this position."
+"Shit, here we go," she muttered, leaning back in her chair with a sigh.
+"You are insubordinate."
+"Guilty."
+"You don't know the meaning of the word punctual."
+"Time is relative."
+"Your reports, when you remember to turn them in, are disorganized and insufficient."
+"Bite me."
+"And you are forever in heat."
+She bared her canines at him and propped a foot on the console, stroking a lazy hand down her bare thigh all the way to her pussy. Her skirt slid with the motion, bunching across her hips and letting cool air kiss her already wet labia. "You wish you could feel this good," she hissed, stroking slow fingers over her bare pussy lips with a shiver of delight. Underwear was an abomination she chose to boycott.
+"You are making my point for me," the Orchestrator said in a toneless voice which still managed to convey humor.
+She gave him a sly smile and lifted her hand from her now throbbing pussy, showing him the shiny fluid on her fingers before giving each digit a slow, salacious lick. With a purr of pleasure at the tangy flavor, she said in a husky voice, "If you really had a point to make, you'd be over here showing me."
+With a mechanical sound like a long-suffering sigh, Big O turned back to his work. "Your observation of the Ophidian's emotional state is noted and catalogued. Do you have a recommendation for the next subject we will present to him?"
+<Yes, me!>
+But it was about as likely as Big O fucking the insubordination out of her. With a sigh of her own, Neeri turned to the display, watching Adin pace the confines of his room. At least the useless fake female was gone. Now she had to choose his next experience and was surprisingly reluctant.
+She thought he was beautiful, limbs long and strong, glorious deep blue and black coloring, not to mention three delicious cocks. Usually she enjoyed watching the attractive ones but this time she felt an unfamiliar acidic coil in her gut at the thought.
+Maybe it was his distress. His brother hadn't been so affected. Ocen hadn't liked confinement but he'd never had trouble with the program.
+Neeri remembered him fondly. Always a good show, that one, almost as beautiful as his younger brother and willing to please any female they paired him with to exhaustion. Until he'd mated true with the human and refused to participate any longer. They'd had to shuffle the pair out of the program, though Big O had seemed satisfied, almost delighted, with the data.
+"Neeri, please tell me you haven't slipped into another nap."
+"Shut up, I'm thinking."
+"Translation, you're fantasizing again. If you ever had an actual thought, I would be most surprised."
+"You're ugly when you're bitchy, O. Can't you give him time off?"
+"This is not within the program parameters."
+"But when you talk like a geek I wanna fuck you six ways from Sunday," she said dryly, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Send him Gerty. She'll ride the reluctance right out of him."
+"Referring to the subjects by pet names is unprofessional. Subject D3454 is tagged as aggressive. She may injure him if he does not show enough dominance."
+"Right," she mumbled. "I was thinking of his brother. Send in Glassman, then. He always got along with Ocen."
+"The Abissyn's name is not Glassman, nor is it a male. They are an asexual species. At this stage in the Ophidian's testing, he requires a female pairing. If you do not choose, I will."
+Neeri scowled at him. Big O sucked at choosing sex partners. Probably because the big mechanical goober had never had sex or a partner. His "logical" choices tended to fail abysmally. Which was why the Cooperative had resorted to hiring her. She was great at sex.
+"You're a big ol' asshole with gears, O. Send in Shells. She's sweet but experienced enough to keep him on track." <And I feel sorry for her, so I won't hate her as much when he fucks her silly.>
+Neeri mulled over that peculiar thought for a nanosecond before shoving it in a special corner of her mind labeled "Reject and Delete." It was important for her to understand the emotions and reactions of the test subjects. It was even okay for her to empathize with them. It was not okay for her to have feelings for them, especially jealous, possessive, attachment-type feelings.
+She just felt bad for Adin, that was all. He had shitty luck, searching for his brother only to get kidnapped by Ridge the idiot bartender and dropped here just when his brother left. He was having a rough transition for one of his species and she felt sorry for him. That's all it was.
+When she switched her display so she wouldn't have to watch Adin and Shells together, she refused to consider why. The display now showed a male of her own species, Wildcat Bill, romping with two simian females. Wildcat's mane was mussed and his golden skin flushed red with exertion, but his canines flashed undaunted and his enormous cock bounced proud and straining.
+Another one who put on a good show, though Neeri was oddly uninterested in her own species. Too ordinary, the males always so fixated on dominance. Ignoring a wistful urge to check on a certain sapphire-colored resident, Neeri settled in her seat to enjoy Wildcat's act.
+***
+Adin measured the small room with his stride, trying to drain himself of anxious energy. The mating burn was building again, as he'd known it would, and he almost hated the need crawling through his insides. He wanted to search for Ocen once more, but the fiasco with the droid had agitated him. His mental and physical states were too chaotic to allow the telepathic effort.
+And he was hungry, for more than a warm body to shove his meat into. He wasn't sure why they hadn't fed and watered him as usual but it was taking its toll, thirst and hunger yet another annoying distraction.
+When he felt a change in the pressure of the room, he lifted his head in hope, but the shelf of food still didn't appear. In its place a small gray figure eased through the front wall then stood quietly regarding him.
+He scowled and folded his arms across his chest in obvious rejection. Whatever his abductors wished of him, he wanted no part in it.
+<You are Ophidian?> the creature spoke, both out loud and in his mind, causing a curious doubling, resonating effect. Its mental voice was just as clear and steady as its verbal one, suggesting telepathy was natural for it.
+<I am,> he answered, studying the being warily. He'd never seen a species like this before, though it had common enough features: bipedal with two arms, a torso and single cranium, two eyes and a mouth. But it was entirely gray with unformed features, like a clay figure waiting for the artist's vision. <What are you?>
+<I am a Metamorph. I can alter my appearance. Would you prefer this?> The gray skin rippled, hardening into the gleam of scales, and its body elongated, ridges forming in its skull, limbs taking on a sinuous elegance Adin recognized before it was finished.
+<No!> He held up a hand and the being halted its transformation into yet another Ophidian female.
+<No?> The creature's form melted back into a gray template. <You do not want to be with one of your own?>
+<They have already made a mockery of my kind,> he answered with bitterness. <I will not allow you to repeat it. Leave!>
+It tilted its head, strange unfinished eyes studying him. Then it turned to look up at a front corner of the room. "He is hungry and thirsty," the being said, verbal voice diminished and flat without its mental accompaniment. "Please send sustenance."
+When the being looked back down, it began a slow morph, skin smoothing into a sheen and depth like a pearl, eyes darkening and refracting as if filling with a deep ocean. Its limbs thinned and curved into a feminine shape, long tendrils growing from its head and swaying like sea grass in an ocean current.
+<I have no wish to mock you. Will you sit and talk with me?>
+Adin inspected this new form with lingering bitterness and cynicism. <Is this supposed to entice me? What creature are you pretending to be?>
+<Someone I loved and is lost to me. Will you sit?>
+Adin shifted in place, arms falling to his sides as he searched the expression on this new female face. Eons of sadness and patience. It made him feel small and limited. Swallowing hard, he wavered then made a diffident gesture for her to join him as he eased to the back wall. He activated the bed, the only seat in the cell.
+<Are you a prisoner as well?>
+She moved toward him, limbs flowing like water. He watched, reluctantly fascinated. He didn't desire her but he'd been erect before she'd even stepped into the room. Her silky grace made his cocks twitch and triggered a primitive curiosity about her anatomy. The fire in his gut tightened a notch and he frowned, looking away as they sat side by side.
+<You may call me Shelayle. May I know your name?>
+His frown deepened. She hadn't answered his question<. I am called Adin Til Beltak Shrivket. Are you one of them?>
+She was silent and he turned his head to study her. She weaved willowy fingers together in her lap and stared down at them, sadness so heavy on her features they seemed to sag. <I am not one of them. I remain, because I have nowhere else to go and I am of use here.>
+<Where is here? What is this place? What do they want? Why was I captured?>
+Her sorrow lifted into a faint smile as she raised her head to gaze at him with those dark ocean eyes<. "So many questions. I can't explain the program. I don't fully understand it myself. They seem to be looking for interspecies compatibility but I do not know why.>
+<Who are they? Why do they treat us this way?>
+<I suspect if I knew the answers I would not be allowed to participate. My understanding would corrupt my responses.> She smirked, as if her words amused her.
+Adin was not amused. He found nothing humorous about this situation. <Why? Why would you want to participate? <He knew his tone was rude, but he didn't care. This creature chose to be here, to assist his captors in their strange program. This was repulsive enough, but the idea she'd been given the choice infuriated him.
+<I only want to help. I seem uniquely qualified as a Metamorph to do so. This angers you.>
+<I do not want to be kept like an animal in a cage.>
+Instead of responding, she rose and glided toward the front wall. A shelf had appeared while she'd distracted him. She lifted the tray of food and drink and brought it to him. She offered the tray and he took it with an aggravated hiss. He was hungry. He had to eat, to drink, though it made him feel as though he was giving in to them on some level.
+She sat beside him again, waiting without a word as he devoured everything on the tray. There was more than the usual amount, as if they knew the mating burn increased this appetite as well. Their knowledge of his people alarmed him.
+When he finished, he took the tray to the shelf and watched in sullen irritation as it rippled away through the wall<. I wish to leave. I do not wish to participate.> He turned to face her. <Tell them to let me go.>
+Her sad expression was edged with pity. <They are looking only for your honest responses. It will not last forever.>
+Stepping toward her, he growled, <and if I refuse?>
+<If you truly don't desire it, they won't force you.> Then her gaze dropped to his groin where his three traitorous cocks surged to his heartbeat. <But you are in need. Won't you let me help you?>
+With a sibilant snarl, he ignored the eager response in his straining cocks and turned to pace the room again. <What do you desire? I suspect it is not me,> he said with sardonic emphasis, raking a pointed glance over her chosen form.
+She dropped her gaze to her lap and twined her fingers together again<. "I loved her, but she could not abide any other species. She would not have me and she is gone. I feel your need and distress as though it is my own. I wish only to bring us both peace and pleasure.>
+Adin slowed to a stop, staring at her bent head with a sudden flash of unsettling insight. She wasn't staying to help the program or the subjects; she was staying to bury her own pain and loss. He felt his anger slipping under a wave of sympathy. <Your reasons aren't so selfless,> he countered, but in a gentle tone.
+She raised her gaze to his, eyes like a dark whirlpool, sucking him in. <We each have a need. Is it so wrong to ease those needs together?>
+<Yes, when it is not my choice.>
+She rose, facing him with a steady stare. <So choose. Tell me to go or tell me to stay.>
+She could have touched him and it would have all been over. The mating burn was an itch in his skin, a fire in his belly, a grinding ache in his groin. She might not even need to touch, just come close enough for him to feel her heat, to taste her scent. But she didn't. She waited and let him choose with his thinking mind instead of his rutting body.
+Adin sighed, undone by the patient sorrow in her borrowed features and the deep longing he felt pooling inside her. If she'd been the empty droid, he could have sent her away. But he felt what she wanted, what she needed, and the imperative to please and sate a female was stamped into his very being. His culture and continuation of his species was based on it. He couldn't deny who he was, even in these unsavory circumstances.
+<Stay,> he murmured and stepped toward her.
+She smiled. The relief he saw and felt in her melted any lingering bitterness. She lifted a hand and he clasped her delicate fingers in his, letting her pull him toward the bed.
+<Then lie down, Adin. Let me find what pleases you.>
+<But—<he protested, thinking she'd stolen his line.
+She laughed, a soft sound like a gentle sea breeze. <I will feel what you feel. We will learn together.>
+Since this was what the matrons would do for a young Ophidian in his first burn, Adin subsided with another sigh and a fleeting ache of homesickness. He was so lost here. If he was home, his people would know how to help him.
+Shelayle seemed to feel his uncertainty and soothed a hand down his chest as he lay back on the bed. <There is no rush and no right or wrong way. What feels good, we do more, yes?> Her smile was teasing, sparkles dancing in her eyes like sunlight over water.
+He nodded, relaxing a little. She straddled him, soft thighs and buttocks brushing against his cocks, and he tensed again, this time with hot hunger. But she didn't mount him, only leaning forward with hands braced on either side of his head, curiosity and delight brightening her face and thoughts.
+<Do you kiss?>
+He nodded again, reaching to cup her face in his hands and ease her close. The tendrils on her head brushed against his fingers and coiled around his wrists almost as if alive, the texture as soft as down. It was odd and arousing at the same time, an unexpected caress. Her mouth hovered over his, breath warming his flesh in gentle gusts.
+On instinct, his tongue flicked out, tasting her in the air and barely kissing her flesh. Fresh and warm, with a salty tang like brine. She leaned closer and whispered <more> in his mind, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, groaning when she sucked lightly. It was his turn to demand more, fingers tightening on her fragile face as he pressed his mouth against hers, going deeper.
+At the same time he slid his mind into hers, merging with slow, luscious pleasure into the core of her, beyond appearance and surface thoughts to roiling emotion and sensation. He stopped thinking and worrying about what he should do, how he should touch and please her. He simply felt and it became easy all of a sudden.
+He tasted himself on her tongue, felt the hard pressure of his hands on her face, the cool silk of his scales along her tendrils. He twined his tongue with hers because she wished it and slipped his fingers through her tendrils, enjoying with her the tingles of sensation running all the way down her spine.
+He urged her without words to touch him and moaned at the unbearably soft slide of her fingers. She stroked his jaw, throat and chest, and shared the feel of him, shared her delight in his hard yet silky texture. Learning himself through her senses was novel, but he was more fascinated by her pearly flesh, softer than a feather and so sensitive his lightest touch made them both shiver.
+He could have done this for hours, absorbing her taste and smell, stroking her downy skin and feeling everything with her. But on a downward stroke over her arching buttocks, his claws pricked her skin ever so slightly. Her hips jerked, bumping against his aching cocks, and fire rushed through him in a wild flood.
+They both gasped, mouths parting as they sucked in air. "Oh," she whimpered aloud, but neither had a coherent thought, both submerged in the monstrous heat surging through him.
+She straightened with liquid grace and lowered herself onto him without warning. All three cocks sank into her impossibly soft, tight depths. Later he would remember she was a Metamorph and could accommodate him. At the moment, he had no memories or thoughts, only a hoarse shout of shocked pleasure. Every muscle in his body went ridged, his hips snapping up into her.
+She was warm and slick, soft and tight like a fist around each organ, the sensations sending spikes of pure pleasure up his spine. But he also felt with her his own hard meat pushing up into her, the cool rasp of his scales rubbing her channels with a ruthless shock of sensation.
+He came hard, body convulsing under her and inside her with explosive force. Sharing it with her and feeling her own ecstasy, the moment seemed to last for a delirious eternity, spiraling between them in an endless loop.
+When he became aware of the world again, he opened his eyes. She was braced above him, panting and shaking along with him, eyes dark and lustrous. <Well,> she said, her mental voice just as breathless as her verbal one. <That was a good start.>
+He laughed, pleased with her languid delight and eager to see what she would teach him next.
+***
+Tearing into a protein strip and savoring the meaty flavor, Neeri leaned over and checked O's data readout. Then she did a double-take and almost choked on her food. "She's <still> in there with him?" she snarled, grinding her teeth on the piece of flesh in her mouth with murderous force.
+"Are you referring to the Metamorph and the Ophidian?"
+She stared at the Orchestrator, wondering if sinking her teeth into him would be satisfying or just break off a tooth.
+Big O turned his blank visor her way. "Apparently an Ophidian in his first burn has quite a bit of stamina and enthusiasm."
+And hitting him would no doubt break her hand. She still wanted to try it. "Isn't the lack of variety messing up your 'data flow?'" she growled through gritted teeth.
+"Your hypothesis that the Metamorph's experience would help him over his reluctance appears to have been correct. And she has indicated several times he is 'learning well.' I concluded more time in her presence would give him more confidence, thus improving the quality of data we will collect from future participation."
+Neeri felt her claws extend and made a conscious effort to retract them. She could not pounce on the big metal idiot and shred him. It would so get her fired. "O," she said with slow care, "I advise you to get a goddamned personality. You're creepy and nobody loves you. Signal her the hell out of there before I shove your data so far up your ass you won't find it with all eight of your arms and a floodlight."
+"I don't have an ass."
+"Because you are one." She leaned over and touched the controls herself, dimming Adin's room briefly. Then she changed her display to show his room and glowered at the pair cuddling on his bed. Cuddling. It was enough to make a cat hack up a hairball.
+But Shells knew her business. The Metamorph glanced up at the lights and rose from the bed, pausing to lean over and place a lingering kiss on Adin's mouth before she headed for the exit wall. Neeri grumbled a few choice insults but couldn't complain about Shells' obedient departure or swift travel down the corridor to her own room.
+Neeri watched Adin roll onto his back and stretch, her mouth going dry at all the sleek muscle and casual strength. His fingers splayed then curled, black claws gleaming in the light, and Neeri had a sudden image of those claws biting into her hips as he drove into her. Her pussy clenched hard and she swallowed a whimper, squirming on her seat.
+She flashed a veiled look at Big O, wondering what he'd do if she just walked down to Adin's room and indulged her fantasies. Then she stopped wondering. O had all sorts of ways to make the subject behave, which included venting sleeping gas into the rooms and using restraints. She had a short fantasy about being strapped down while O punished her, but her heart wasn't really in it and she turned back to the display with a grimace.
+"Shall we chose his next partner?" Big O said in a too-innocent tone.
+Neeri almost bit through her tongue. "It's time for his sleep cycle," she clipped.
+"Actually, his sleep cycle isn't for another hour and—"
+"Shut up." She dimmed Adin's lights and sat glaring at his darkened room, arms folded over her chest and foot tapping an aggravated rhythm on the floor. If she had a tail like her distant ancestors, it would be twitching with predatory irritation.
+"I'm surprised you haven't left to take your own sleep cycle, Neeri. You are aware that you are on salary and do not qualify for overtime?"
+She made a face at him for the unnecessary sarcasm. "I haven't been sleeping well."
+"Why not?"
+"Because I'm in heat and need a hard fuck," she taunted, except the words sounded a little too true for comfort. She lunged to her feet and sauntered in between O and his controls. "You know, you could help with my little problem."
+He didn't even hesitate, one long arm wrapping around her waist, lifting her in the air, and dropping her back in her seat with ridiculous ease. "Leave. Sleep. I will see you next cycle."
+Neeri groaned, hating how the thick arm around her waist had sent a spike of hot lust up her spine. "If you did that between my legs, I'd cum like a rocket."
+"You have spread enough biological contaminates over my work station. You have personal quarters, so go use them. Goodbye, Neeri."
+Tossing him a rude gesture, she rose and stalked out the door. She headed up the corridor toward her living space without much enthusiasm, though she could at least use her toys to fuck herself sore and find some relief. But she really hadn't been sleeping well. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Adin, his jewel-like skin and hard-muscled body, his soulful glowing eyes and the anxious droop of his mouth.
+She'd lusted after subjects before, but this was bordering on obsession. She didn't understand the strange concern she had for him. Most of the subjects came into the facility afraid, angry, confused, and upset. It was her job to see them through it, to get them past the trauma to a point where they responded naturally. Most did fine and some took to the program with astonishing enthusiasm.
+But some rejected the program mind, body, and soul.
+She thought of the rejecters as failures on her part, but Big O seemed just as satisfied with their data as the others. She wasn't sure why the Cooperative wanted to know which sentient species would successfully mate with which or what they would do with the knowledge. She only knew she was good at her job and seeing the subjects relax and cooperate gave her an enormous sense of satisfaction.
+So why wasn't she happy that Adin, whom she had been overly concerned about, was now relaxing and cooperating? She heaved a sigh, slapping a hand on her door and stomping inside when it opened. Maybe she was going into some weird withdrawal. Her species wasn't used to going this long without sex. She was almost as much a prisoner as the test subjects, kept confined in the facility to "preserve the program's anonymity."
+She grimaced in the dim interior of her living space and paced through it with restless, edgy energy. The darkness didn't bother her, she had acute night vision. But it triggered residual predatory instincts to stalk and hunt. And find a mate.
+She bared her canines and stripped off her clothes with agitated haste, breathing a little easier when she was naked. Clothes were annoying. She would boycott them all if it hadn't specifically stated in her contract she wear them. Somebody had underlined it, too. She suspected Big O.
+She ran idle hands over her naked flesh, enjoying the soft texture of the down covering her skin. Her double row of nipples pebbled hard on her chest and belly. She tweaked each in turn, gritting her teeth and tossing her head at the sharp stabs of pleasure. But she needed something more than her fingers or toys this cycle.
+She considered calling up a sex bot, but she had a flash of Adin's appalled expression after he pulled out of the one he'd used. She could see his point. The damned things were so impersonal if they weren't programed for a specific person.
+She shot a glance at her VR system as she paced but shook her head. The last time she'd used it she'd gotten some weird kind of shock. Probably broke the damned thing with overuse.
+She paused, planting a foot on the wall and shoving two fingers inside her sopping pussy. With a guttural growl, she ground her hips and thrust with desperate fingers, the thick scent of her own arousal dizzying. Her slick tissues were lava-hot and swollen, and though her stroking fingers felt so good, they weren't enough. Not nearly enough. She needed more.
+She needed Adin.
+With a mewling cry of frustration, she yanked her fingers free of her aching pussy and shoved away from the wall, stalking to her tech center. She'd had an idea before how to fool Big O but had never been motivated enough to risk her job trying it. Drunk on her own scent, hand dripping with her juices, and pussy clenching emptily with a lust so strong she couldn't hold still, Neeri decided she'd found her motivation.
+She'd constructed a piece of software which would repeat the previous sleep cycle's data stream while fooling Big O's system into believing it was current, hiding the real events going on in a room. She'd only been messing around while fantasizing about slipping into Caveman's room to bounce on his whopper of a cock or waking up Wildcat Bill for a little chase and scratch, things she was forbidden to do. A software version of making faces behind her boss's back.
+But now, she was desperate enough to give it a whirl. Calibrating it to reproduce Adin's entire corridor so Big O wouldn't catch her on the way there or see her inside his room, she camouflaged the worm so O wouldn't see it coming and set it loose.
+Now she had to wait. When it was in place and activated, it would send her a ping. She started pacing again, keeping her hands away from her tingling body. Touching herself was only making it worse. But her sneaky software took much longer than she'd thought. By the time it finally announced its activation, she'd had to resort to her toys after all. Yet for the first time they didn't seem to help, only making her need more even after orgasming.
+She'd heard stories of females in full heat taking on crowds of males. At the moment, with her body burning and aching for a satisfaction just out of reach, she could see how it might happen. She felt like she could take on a whole roomful of guys herself.
+But she suspected she only needed the one.
+Neeri didn't bother to dress. She also didn't dawdle, though she avoided the main corridors, crawling agilely through service passages only maintenance bots used. Big O wouldn't be monitoring those unless something was wrong. She was counting on the size and complexity of the facility to protect her; the Orchestrator had his metaphorical hands full running the place and conducting his tests.
+As long as everything ran smooth and appeared as he expected, Big O wouldn't see little ol' Neeri slinking in and out of where she wasn't supposed to be.
+Grinning to herself, Neeri slipped out of a service duct into the darkened corridor holding Adin's room. For a moment, she stayed still, crouching by the duct and waiting to see if Big O would see her or if her camouflage software was functioning.
+When nothing happened, she grinned wider and stood, reaching above her head and arching her back in a quick stretch before padding down the center of the corridor. She'd never been down in the testing area, but she knew the layout and occupants well. Looking left to right, she counted rooms beyond the blank white walls and catalogued the residents, smiling a little as she passed some of her favorites.
+Reaching Adin's room, she tapped the smooth wall in a sequence that would allow her access. Registering her administrative DNA and code, the wall shimmered and Neeri stepped through with an almost painful surge of anticipation.
+She expected him to be asleep. She'd thought about all the ways she could wake him on her way through the facility and had one tempting plan in mind when she entered the dark room. She did not expect him to roll off the bed in a blur of ready violence.
+<WHO ARE YOU?>
+Instinct drove her into a hunting crouch before she registered the panic in his mental tone. Then she relaxed a little, pressing fingertips to her temple with a wince and a mild, "Ow."
+For some reason—she blamed hot, logic-frying lust—she'd forgotten all about his telepathy. Or rather, she hadn't thought about how it would complicate things. The guy could read minds. He would see who she was. When he did, she suspected her simple fuck fantasy was going to go sideways in a hurry. <Hell in a hand basket.>
+Adin's nightmare lingered, keeping his heart rate at a wild pace. He'd been trapped in darkness, lost and alone. He'd heard a soft voice calling him, mournful and compelling, but he hadn't known where to turn or how to find her. The change in air pressure had woken him to lesser darkness and a presence in his room.
+He'd panicked a little, but they'd never sent someone to him while he was sleeping before. Something about the way she'd entered the room seemed off, almost furtive.
+Pressing a hand over his thundering heart, he eyed her with wary intensity. She'd crouched when he'd thrashed off the bed, her movement almost as swift as his and her lithe body tense, but now she only blinked at him in mild reproach. Her pupils were fully dilated so he couldn't see the color of her eyes, but he could tell by the way she studied him her night vision was just as good as his own.
+She didn't look as though she would attack him. His heart slowed and he felt a wave of remorse as he watched her fingertips press against her temple. <My apologies,> he murmured with a much gentler telepathic touch. <You startled me.>
+"Then we're even. I thought you'd be asleep."
+<I was. Bad dream,> he responded in an absent tone, studying her with increasing curiosity. He'd never met one of her kind but he'd heard of her species. They called themselves Lyomedrin, or "big cat" in common tongue. His home planet had a species similar to their primitive ancestors, a non-sentient predator he found beautiful but a little unnerving. This Lyo female triggered the same reaction.
+Colors were different in the dark, but he thought she was mostly golden with dark, long hair on her head. Though her skin seemed bare everywhere else, he knew it would have the lightest coating of fine hair, barely visible, a hold-over from when their ancestors were covered in fur.
+She was smaller than he, limbs sleek and graceful, hiding the predatory power and speed of her species. Her fingertips and toes were blunt, claws retracted for the moment. Her facial features were almost delicate, high cheekbones, narrow jaw, and wide slanted eyes. Her pupils would be vertical slits in the light but now were round pools of midnight, gazing at him with unblinking interest.
+Adin started a little, realizing the interest in her wide eyes had a hungry edge. He wasn't sure if he should be excited or nervous; Lyos weren't known for their civility and she'd come in the dark. Plus, their distant ancestors had been competing apex predators. Some residual instinct thrilled alarm across his nerves.
+<Who are you?> He asked again, more quietly this time.
+"Neeri," she answered. For some reason, the sound of her name captivated him. Or maybe it was her voice, slightly rough but liquid, like a purr. He wanted to hear more.
+<Neeri,> he echoed and watched her draw a deep breath. <Why are you here?>
+"You know why," she murmured, eyes unblinking and compelling.
+Adin's tongue flicked out on instinct to taste the air then lingered to savor the scorching-hot, sweet tang of her arousal. His mind went blank for a long moment, the world narrowing to the one sense, his entire being focusing with exquisite intensity on her flavor. He'd never tasted anything like it. He felt a sharp dislocation, as if the universe had just rewritten itself. Or him.
+"I need you," she whispered.
+He was across the room before he'd even thought about moving. She startled to her feet but he didn't hesitate, dropping to his knees and grasping her slim hips to hold her still. Her inner thighs were damp, labia swollen and beaded with her juice. Her hands clamped on his shoulders, extended claws snagging his scales in warning, but he barely noticed, tongue flashing out to dive between her lips and sink into her intoxicating tangy sweetness.
+She came with a full body jolt and a strangled shout, falling back against the wall. He held her up with absent attention, the rest of him focused on the gush of liquid bathing his tongue and mouth as he pressed closer and drank like a desperate man in a desert.
+He speared his tongue into her channel then dragged it out to swirl over her clit, again and again, while she bucked against his face and climaxed over and over. He lived it with her, not hearing her mewling cries or his hoarse grunts, unaware of his hips jerking in rhythm with hers as he shot his loads.
+All of him was with her, in her, feeling his own tongue tunnel with ruthless flicks inside her pussy and tug on her clit with a rough rasp, sending sharp shards of pleasure slicing through her in all directions. The taste of her blended it all together, merging them in a hazy sea of sensory bliss. Some possessive animal deep inside him growled in fierce satisfaction.
+When it became too much, he eased his pressing hold on her hips, letting her quaking body slide down the wall to sprawl across his thighs. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on the wall next to her ear, listening to their ragged breaths with dazed amazement as his mind began to function again.
+What the hell had just happened? He hadn't thought about being a test subject or whether he should "participate," hadn't even asked her what she wanted. He'd taken one taste of her and had come undone. He'd practically attacked her. What was wrong with him?
+<Neeri,> he whispered contritely in her mind. <Neeri, I'm so sorry, are you all right?>
+"Oh, Adin," she moaned, hands clutching his arms. She still trembled all over, buttocks quivering on his knees, thighs twitching with spasms mirroring the aftershocks in her channel. He felt it with her, felt her almost incoherent relief and hazy delight. "More than all right."
+He smiled his own relief before her words fully registered. Then his eyes popped open, slow tension filling his muscles. He sat up, fingers tightening on her hips. <How did you know my name?>
+She winced. He felt her quick spike of dismay, heard her think <whoops,> and he pulled back with his mind and body. He scooted out of touching distance and stared at her. <You're one of them.>
+She grimaced a little, folding her legs in to her chest and wrapping her arms around them in an oddly vulnerable gesture. "Technically, not really. I'm just the hired help."
+<Hired to do what?>
+Her eyes flicked around the room, lower lip caught in her nibbling teeth. Her brows pulled together in a quick frown as she snatched a breath and let it out on a rough sigh. "I can still smell her in here. I suppose you had fun with Shells."
+He shook his head, distracted for a moment by her disgruntled tone. <Hired to do what, Neeri?> He repeated in hard demand.
+She cleared her throat, still not looking at him. "Don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I'm just the cleaning lady." Then she slanted him a look both ruthful and amused.
+He was suddenly, shockingly furious. With the speed of his race, he lunged, catching her wrists and jerking her forward. She went taut, muscles snapping with sudden strength, but his size and fury made him stronger. He flipped her to her back and pressed her to the floor, holding her wrists crossed over her head.
+<What have you done to me? >
+A long quiver ran through her entire tense body before she relaxed under him. "Well," she whispered, quick breaths warming his face, eyes wide pools of darkness. "You keep surprising me."
+He tightened his hold, claws denting her skin. <That's not an answer.>
+"I didn't kidnap you. I don't run the place. I just help them decide who comes to you."
+<Who comes to me? Like the droid?>
+Her lip lifted in a mild sneer. "Not my choice. I told my boss it wasn't the right call, but he doesn't always listen."
+<Shelayle?>
+Her expression soured. "Only because I had to choose someone."
+He loosened his grip a little, studying her features. Her lithe body seemed to hum under him, her heat soaking through his scales in luxurious waves. She shifted a little and her nipples tightened, pressing into him in little urgent knots. He felt his cocks jump and swell against her and hissed through clenched teeth.
+<So is this a side bonus, like travel expenses? They allow you play with their prisoners?>
+"No, I'll get fired," she panted in a distracted tone. "Adin, I want that inside me. Please, all of them—"
+<Neeri!> He snarled, giving her wrists a shake to get her attention, though the mating burn built with shocking speed inside him, doubling against her own heat, her own need. <Why are you here?>
+"Because," she moaned out loud then finished in thought, <I want you, I want you for myself, I need you, Adin, please, you feel so good, I need you inside me... >
+She said more but the roaring fire rushing through him destroyed his capacity to understand words. He could only feel and need with her as he sealed his mouth to hers.
+Neeri begged with everything she had, but he just kept kissing her until she couldn't think straight anymore. He moved his mouth over hers like he'd been doing it for years, like he knew exactly what she wanted, how she liked to be teased then plundered.
+That black tongue was the devil's own pleasure toy, nimble and ruthless, working her into a frenzy. She wanted the flick and rasp all over her body, every quivering curve and crevice. She wanted it deep inside her again, driving her right out of her mind and into the place he'd found for her, where vast pleasure shattered then rebuilt her over and over again.
+She was ready to come and all he'd done was kiss her. Though she was helping it along, writhing under him and feeling all his glorious, cool strength and hard, slick scales sliding against her. The sensation drove her wild, as though every inch of her had become an erogenous zone.
+She jerked her wrists free of his loosened grip and slid her hands down his arms, over his shoulders and down his back, moaning long and low at the feel of so much hard, flexing muscle. His heavy, cool body felt so good to her feverish flesh. She twitched her hips and shifted her legs, trying to wriggle them out from under him.
+It was his turn to moan, hips jerking against her. She could feel his cocks, thick and throbbing, rubbing against her thighs just out of reach, torture of the sweetest kind. Her claws extended and she dug them desperately into his buttocks.
+<Adin please Adin yes please please... >
+He finally seemed to hear her, or finally reached her level of desperation. Bracing his hands on the floor, he eased some of his weight from her. In an instant, she parted her legs and locked them around his waist, arching her hips, so ready for him to fuck her she could feel her juice run down the crack of her ass.
+He lifted his head, breath hissing out as he met her gaze. His eyes swirled with brilliant color, almost hypnotic. He reached between them without breaking eye contact and she shuddered, keening low in the back of her throat when she felt one of his heads press between her labia. The head felt enormous and she was so hungry for it she shook.
+Then he began to sink into her and she came so hard she saw stars. He kept filling her, pressing deeper and deeper, while she convulsed around him and shrieked his name. When he was buried all the way, he paused, breathing like bellows, still watching her with hands braced on either side of her shoulders. His other two cocks were crushed between them, one of them pressing directly on her clit.
+Shivering and shuddering as she eased down from her climax, she met his gaze dazedly. He was still hard as rock, each heavy throb inside her setting off a little quake in her sensitive tissues. She couldn't get over the feel of him, thick and cool inside her lava-hot body, soothing and maddening at the same time.
+Slipping a hand around his neck, she pulled him down for her kiss, claw pricking him in silent, wordless demand.
+He shifted, pulling out in a slow glide that almost made her heart explode, his tongue dodging hers in an agile dance. Then he thrust, deep and hard, driving into her clenched pussy and grinding against her clit, and the whole world exploded. She found that place again and reveled in it, her whole being pulsing over and over with a pleasure they'd found for each other alone.
+He at least had the decency to wait until she was mostly recovered before he pounced. Well, mentally anyway. Neither of them had the strength to do more than twitch after what they'd just done.
+<Tell the truth. Why did you really come here?>
+She was breathing too hard to answer out loud. <Why do guys always want to talk after?>
+<You would not risk your job for this.>
+She snorted. Of course he would be the persistent type. <Are you kidding? This was pretty damned spectacular. There are other jobs in the galaxy, but I've never met anyone who could... > She sent him an image of what she wanted to try next and grinned when he sucked in a sharp breath.
+<That's inventive.> He raised his head and met her gaze. His eyes still swirled but with slower, deeper color<. And distracting. What are you trying to hide?> He tensed as if something had just occurred to him. <Is my brother here? My brother Ocen went missing... >
+She nodded and held up a hand to interrupt him. <Ocen was here but they released him. He'll remember nothing. It's how they get around the whole kidnapping thing. They wipe their memories.>
+<He's gone? But... > Abruptly he rolled off her and sat up, pressing a hand to his head<. If he doesn't remember... I am missing now! He will look for me, be trapped again. <He whirled on his knees, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake. <You have to let me go!>
+"Adin, it's not me," she whispered, clasping his face in her palms then tracing his features with her fingertips. "I don't make those decisions."
+He pressed his forehead to hers and she could feel the wild spinning of his thoughts. <Then free me. Help me escape.>
+"I—I don't—"
+He kissed her, deep and desperate. <Help me.>
+Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back and answered,> I don't know how. But they let Ocen go. They'll release you, too.>
+He pulled away from her, pushing to his feet and pacing the room with a desperation she could feel all the way to her bones. For some reason, her eyes stung. She rubbed at them impatiently.
+<Why did they let my brother go? What did he do to make them release him?>
+"He mated true," she sighed then watched him gawk at her with a little smirk of wry humor.
+<He... he what? You had an Ophidian female here?>
+"Uh, actually," she interrupted, rubbing the bridge of her nose to hide an anticipatory grin. "He mated with a human."
+He went so still, she wasn't sure he was still breathing. <That's not possible.>
+"Beg to differ, my gorgeous love. He flat out refused to touch anyone else or be separated from her. From what I hear, even with their memories wiped they found each other again in about three seconds flat. Can't get truer than that."
+Her humor faded to puzzlement when he continued to stare at her. Then she felt a twinge of unease. Something in his look went deeper than surprise at his brother's choice<. I didn't realize we could find our true mates outside our own species,> he said very low. Still looking at her. Unease morphed into alarm and she bounced to her feet.
+"Well, that's what the program is for, I guess, interspecies relations," she babbled, looking everywhere but at him. He was young. Probably just crushing for the first time. Puppy love and all that. But she had to dissuade him before he started thinking about following in his brother's footsteps.
+"But they don't have a lot of my own species in here, probably because they already know we'll screw anybody. Not super picky, as long as it feels good, you know? True mating or monogamy or whatever doesn't work for us," she lied, doing her own pacing along the edges of his room.
+<Screw anybody?>
+She frowned at the ominous growl in his mental tone but didn't look at him. "Uh-huh. My boss says I'm always in heat. Matter of fact, I was trying to get him to do me earlier, but he's just an AI with no—"
+Adin crashed into her, trapping her against the wall, hard body vibrating with violence. At first she responded in kind, claws extending and reaching for his throat with a warning hiss. But when his mouth came down on hers and his hips ground enormous erections against her, furious surprise morphed into hot lust in an instant. <Mine,> he growled in her mind, hands hard on her hips, claws pressing goading points of pain in her skin.
+Pulling herself up his long body, she wrapped arms and legs around him and kissed him back with wild abandon. She didn't worry about what kind of signal it sent in response to his sudden act of possessive dominance. She was going to leave this room and probably never see him again except on a holo display. If this was her only chance to have him, she'd make the most of it.
+The angry tension eased out of him, hands exploring her with a low hum of delight. <Neeri,> he groaned in her mind. <You are so soft, so supple.>
+She shivered under his touch, lifting her head with a gasp when his thumbs found her nipples. "Adin," she purred. "I want to try something new." His hands went still and he tipped his head, eyes full of bright color. "The bed," she drawled, lifting an eyebrow.
+With a hissing laugh, he cupped her ass and swung her around, activating the bed and lowering her onto it. He reclined next to her, hands stroking over her skin. For some reason, he was now touching her as if she was fragile, watching his hands on her with an almost reverent expression.
+With an impatient growl, she flipped him to his back and straddled his torso. Then she took a moment to do her own exploring and admiring. She stroked his chest, enjoying the cool resilience of his fine scales and the flexing muscles underneath.
+"You remind me of a sapphire," she murmured. "Gorgeous deep blue colors, hard and smooth." She extended her claws, testing the endurance of his scaled skin and sending him a sly glance through her lashes when he shuddered. "Hidden fire inside. Are you all this beautiful?"
+He didn't say anything right away, just watched her, hands lying still on her thighs. <We are not the same species. How can you want me?>
+She met his gaze and shrugged. "I just do. Does it matter?"
+He waved a hand at the front wall. <They think so. If they release me, they will take my memory. They will make me forget you.>
+She broke eye contact, staring down at her fingers spread across his jewel-like scales. She hadn't thought that far ahead. She usually planned only far enough in advance to keep herself out of trouble and enjoy the present to its fullest. Thinking of Adin living out there without even the memory of her twisted something in her chest.
+She shook her head. "I'll try to help you. But right now, even if I smuggled you out of this room, I don't know how to get you out of the building, let alone off this rock and back home. I need time to figure something out."
+<Thank you,> he said in a humble tone.
+She made a face and tossed her head. "I like it better when you slam me into walls and growl. Now stop distracting me. I have a lot to do in a short time." She focused again on the absorbing feel of him under her touch.
+He made an amused sound in his throat and flexed his fingers on her thighs. <Don't forget my claws. You like those as well,> he murmured with dark humor, claw tips teasing her skin with pricks of sensation.
+She shivered and squirmed a little, narrowing her eyes on him. "Spying in my head, Adin? Well, while you're in there, take a look at these." She sent him images of what she'd dreamt of doing with him, leaning forward to trace the dark patterns on his scales with lips and tongue and teeth.
+He gasped and tensed under her, claws digging a little harder into her thighs.
+She chuckled and moved lower out of his reach, still following patterns with her mouth. They led down to her new favorite place in the universe and she whimpered a little as she stared at the three scrumptious organs twitching and straining toward her. Grasping one of the large cocks at its base, she held it still and watched in fascination as a bead of fluid oozed from the tip and began to roll down the bulbous head. Neeri caught it quickly with her tongue then hummed low delight in her throat at his sweet, spicy flavor.
+<Stars, Neeri, don't... >
+She ignored his strained protest and jerking hips, greedy for the taste of him. Sitting on his thighs to hold him still, she laved her tongue over the head of his cock, eyes half-closed as she savored the sweetness and cool, slick texture of him. Lowering her mouth over the bulbous head, she sucked slow and luxurious, like he was the very best of tasty treats, enjoying the thick throb on her tongue and the guttural sounds he was making.
+<Do your females do this for you?> She asked him, thinking they'd be crazy not to. He tasted divine, absolute ambrosia.
+But his mind was incoherent with need and the fire rushing through him burned its way into her as well, hitting her hard. She cried out, throwing her head back and arching under the force of it. He sent her the image she'd shown him of what she wanted to try next and she sobbed with need, tumbling off him in her haste to bring the picture to life.
+He lunged up, rising to his knees, eyes blazing with fierce color. His name ran through her mind like a river, a plea and a prayer both, as she braced on one elbow and knee, lifting the other leg to hook it around his torso. Presenting aching pussy and ass to those thick and beautiful twin cocks.
+<Neeri, I can't... > His mental voice was fractured, savage lust warring with sweet anxiety. She felt his worry he would hurt her, that he'd lose control before he could fully please her. But she wouldn't be denied. Baring her teeth in fierce demand, she tugged on him and pressed closer.
+Feeling his heads first tease then press against her holes, Neeri groaned with a need so huge and hot she thought she'd die of it. He hooked a hand under her waist to hold her quaking body steady and slowly pushed those cool, heavy heads into her. The thick stretch and burn slammed her right over the edge and she shrieked her release, the world blowing away in a blinding explosion.
+Adin stayed ridged, grinding his teeth and holding on to her quivering body as she rode out her orgasm. He didn't feel it with her, keeping out of her mind in an act of self-preservation. Just feeling her tight tissues convulse and squeeze his cock heads was almost enough to kill him. He'd never manage to bury himself inside her if he stayed in her mind and she'd showed him that was exactly what she wanted, both cocks slamming into her all the way, filling her, claiming her.
+And he wanted it with every particle of his being. She was his, his mate. His true mate. He'd known it from his first taste of her. He'd heard her conscious rejection of it, but she responded to him with such perfection it shook him down to his soul. She was made for him and him for her, regardless of their origins.
+Adin held her in his hands, taking her weight with one hand and stroking her quaking thigh with the other, waiting for her. When she moaned and opened her eyes, he rolled his hips slowly, hissing at the delirious hot kiss of her tissues around his aching heads. She jerked and let out another soft cry, and Adin knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
+Hitching her thigh higher against his chest, he leaned forward and pressed, trying to go slow and careful. She bucked and shrieked again but not in pain. He felt her come again, pussy rippling around his tunneling shaft as her ass clamped down on his other cock so tightly stars sparkled in his vision.
+He shook and growled and pressed into her, so close to his own monstrous orgasm he could taste it. When he was fully sheathed inside her sweet body, he paused again, sucking wind like a runner and trying not to explode. Then he eased back into her mind.
+She was a maelstrom of sensation, a seething sea of pleasure, his name running through her like lifeblood. This was what she'd wanted, what she'd needed, this deep, complete possession, filling her, stretching her, satisfying some essential part of her in a way she'd never found until him, until <Adin... >
+His orgasm rolled over him like a cataclysm, unstoppable and obliterating. It seemed like every part of him climaxed, every particle of his body and mind. He wasn't aware of thrusting savagely into her, only aware of the sensations continuing, swelling and smashing through him over and over for a blissful eternity.
+When it finally receded, he found himself sprawled across the bed and her, body aching and utterly spent, mind sluggish with languid joy. <Neeri.>
+She murmured a wordless, contented response and stretched against him. He dragged open his lids and met her gaze, feeling her smile all the way down to his soul. He eased her closer and tasted the smile, kissing her slow and deep, exhaustion pulling him toward peaceful sleep.
+<Can't,> she whispered in his mind even as she curled closer. <Have to go before... >
+She went still. Then she lifted her head, lithe form tensing.
+<Neeri?> But his eyelids were so heavy. He could barely focus on her, didn't understand the bleary alarm on her face.
+"Shit," she slurred as his eyes closed and the world drifted away. Her mental voice followed him into sleep. <The bastard gassed us.>
+***
+Rytel folded his arms across his chest and leaned his hips against the counter, watching the Lyo female twitch and start to wake. He grinned to himself, glad it was a slow night and the bar wasn't too busy. He wouldn't have wanted to miss this for all the worlds.
+He enjoyed his assignment, enjoyed choosing the program's new meat, but he'd have killed to have her job, watching the fuck-fest day and night. Having the power to choose who screwed who. Just the thought made his dick diamond hard and tightened his balls.
+But Neeri had messed up, hadn't she? He didn't know what she'd done to piss off the bosses, but he'd been more than happy to wipe her mind and stick her right back where they'd found her. Maybe they'd let him take over her job.
+He watched Neeri lift her head, grinning as she looked around with a frown. He loved her confusion, her sweet ignorance. It was the best part of the process for him, even better than knocking them out. Watching them wake up, clueless about what was happening to them, what they'd been doing. Completely ignorant of his part in it.
+Kidnapping people and getting away with it was the best high he'd ever found.
+Almost breathless with anticipation, he watched her eyes skim over the bar straight to him. He smirked and gave her a little salute, then almost laughed when she smiled back with the same slow, come-on look she'd given him the first time they'd met. Maybe this time he'd get to strip her bare and fuck her raw instead of just recruiting her.
+He watched her rise and saunter across the bar toward him, enjoying her smooth prowl. He'd heard so many mind-blowing things about Lyo females in heat. He hoped like hell he'd get to try a few with her, find out if they were as insatiable as the rumors said.
+She reached the counter, unblinking eyes fixed on him, a hint of canines showing in her sexy smile. "Hi, Ridge," she said in a casual voice.
+He had a split second to realize she remembered him. The mind-wipe had failed. Then she exploded over the counter, crashing into him with a violence that drove hot fear like a spike through his brain. He flung up his arms, but a claw was already clamped over his throat and he froze, quivering.
+"How you doin', pal?" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and savage. "Long time no see. How's business?"
+"N-Neeri," he panted. "I can explain."
+She snorted. "You're hilarious, Ridge."
+"My name's not—"
+"It is today," she cut him off in a deadly serious tone. Her other hand slipped down between them, claws grasping then tightening around his balls in slow, clear threat. She leaned back and met his gaze with a sharp-edged smile. "No erasing my mind, sweetness. Took a few precautions when I started working there. I had a feeling anybody who'd hire you couldn't be trusted. And I was right, wasn't I? But they messed with the wrong kitty this time."
+"Neeri," he breathed, his world narrowing to the bright needles of pain at his throat and balls, to her ruthless, predatory stare. Hot weakness rushed through him, an exquisite surrender to her dominion, and his dick twitched against the ball of her hand. "Please." The thick pleading in his shaky voice turned him on even more.
+Then her hands tightened past pleasure into real pain.
+"Now Ridge, I want you to make yourself a drink. You know the one I mean, the special one that'll knock you out. Then you'll be my good little captive and answer all my questions. Our bosses have something of mine. I'm going back there and you're going to help me, aren't you?"
+All he saw was red and her wide savage eyes. He could do nothing but nod.
+"Good boy. Answer me one thing before you go night-night. Where is Ocen and Sasha?"
+Stuttering, he told her.
+***

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+[ Author: Andromeda Bliss; Title: Sasha's Story - How To Find a Mate The Hard Way; Genre: Science Fiction, Alien, Erotica ]
+<Note to self: never again tell the bartender, "Surprise me.">
+Sasha groaned, grabbing her pounding head between both desperate hands. This was the hangover from hell and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. Her alien fascination sure had backfired this time.
+She'd thought the bartender was cute in an exotic way she found irresistible, humanoid enough not to repulse while capturing her imagination with his large feline eyes, the fleshy ridge on the top of his head flaring when she flirted with him. She'd taken the smirk on his thin mouth for a challenge when he'd handed her a drink he called The Eraser. Now she knew he'd just been laughing at her.
+It was her last memory. The Eraser had lived up to its name, obliterating the rest of the night.
+She groaned again and gingerly opened her eyes. Then she blinked, staring up at a ceiling suffused with soft white light. This wasn't her ceiling. She dropped her hands to her sides, feeling the odd, firm surface under her. Not her bed. Turning her head, she scanned the small room and stopped breathing.
+Not her sleeping room.
+Sasha rolled to a sitting position in a swift move, spiking agony between her temples. Nausea rolled all the way up from her toes in a horrible wave. Clapping a frantic hand over her mouth, she looked for something to puke into. As the empty little space registered on her mind, the nausea and pain subsided enough for her to take her hand away.
+Taking slow, measured breaths, Sasha examined her surroundings with a growing kernel of panic. <I know this looks like a cell but it's not, it can't be,> she told herself, gripping the sides of the bed hard. She glanced over her shoulder, but the bartender was not lying in the bed behind her. She still had on clothes, the dock worker's jumpsuit she hadn't bothered to change on her way to the bar.
+"Where am I?" she mumbled, hearing the kernel of panic flowering in her voice.
+The lack of visible exits scared her the most. No doors, no windows, not even a ventilation shaft. Just a soft-glowing ceiling, white walls, the bed she sat on, and a small ledge sticking out of the wall opposite her. On it sat a drinking glass.
+She stared at the glass as if it would leap out and bite her, but it didn't move. Standing with care, she squeaked a little when the bed folded into the wall behind her, leaving her alone in a white box with a weird shelf. Gulping, she moved closer. The glass was half full of a bluish liquid and had a label on it: Restorative. She stared at it some more, but nothing happened.
+Then a dark flash caught her eye. She jerked up her head and saw the word 'drink' appear in bold black letters on the white wall. She skittered back a step but the word didn't move and neither did the glass.
+However, she was done taking unknown drinks from strangers. "No, thanks," she said, wrapping her arms around herself with a shudder. "Where am I?" she called in a louder voice, staring up into the corners and edges of the room for some visible sign of surveillance.
+Her only answer was the word 'drink' blinking out of existence and reappearing in rapid succession three times before it hung steady over the glass again.
+"Who do you think I am, Alice?" she muttered, glaring at the offending command. Was she in some sort of prison? Had she done something while blacked out that had gotten her thrown into this white cell?
+She was about to start yelling for answers when the wall to her right turned transparent. With a yelp, she skipped back and stared in blank surprise. She was looking into another cell identical to her own, except its occupant wasn't human. The being crouched in the center of the room was humanoid, one head, two arms and legs, two eyes and a mouth, though it didn't look as though it had a nose. From its rippling musculature and the hint of something dangling between its legs, she guessed it was male, though she couldn't say for certain.
+What Sasha could say was he looked every bit a prisoner as she. "Oh, god," she whimpered. Just what the fuck had happened last night?
+He turned his head as if he'd heard her question, looking her over.
+"Where are we?" she yelled to him, wincing when her head pounded in angry protest.
+<Are you well?>
+Sasha jumped and looked around for the person who'd spoken before focusing on the other prisoner with suspicion.
+He tipped his head at a questioning angle and tapped a clawed fingertip to his temple. <Are you well? The drug they gave you can make some beings feel ill.>
+"Are... are you... is this some sort of telepathy?" she asked with a shiver of nerves. She hoped like hell he was capable of telepathic communication. If she was imagining the deep, smooth voice in her head, she might as well drink the blue stuff and jump down the rabbit hole to join Alice.
+He nodded and she gasped a little in relief. But it was short-lived when she replayed his words. "What drug? Where the hell am I? What happened?"
+Maybe she was imagining it, but his alien features seemed to express deep sorrow and great pity. <You were abducted. They wish to experiment on you.>
+She gaped at him, her mind going blank white with panic. "They... who?" she wheezed but he only shrugged a shoulder and shook his head. Sasha felt her legs give way and sagged to the floor, eyes blurring as the world took a lazy spin around her.
+<You are not well.> His mental voice held an edge of concern. <Drink the restorative. It will ease your illness.>
+Her mind seemed to go spinning in the opposite direction of the room, casting her into madness. "Can't... be real... not... happening..." she whimpered.
+<Breathe, little one,> he seemed to murmur in her ear. <Be easy. I don't believe they mean us harm.>
+This little gem of ridiculousness sparked her anger enough to settle the room. Panting as if she'd run a marathon, she lifted her head, preparing to level a whole shit-load of sarcasm at his head. Being given a whopping hangover, kidnapped, and shoved in a little white box seemed a hell of a lot like harm to her.
+But he was now standing at the transparent barrier, hands splayed on its surface, features concerned. The sight of him drained all thought from her head as if someone had pulled a plug on the bottom of her brain.
+He appeared to be of reptilian descent, hairless with fine scales instead of skin, intricate patterns drawn over his body in endless shades of blue, gray, and black. He had slits for nostrils and strange ridges running over his skull, but instead of cold snake eyes he had the most glorious swirl of glowing color. He was long and lean, muscles ropy and sinuous, black claws tipping his fingers and toes. Since he was naked, she could see he was extremely male. More than one impressive phallus hung between his legs.
+While Sasha stared in stunned fascination, those members twitched and began to swell.
+Suddenly remembering her predicament, she also twitched and looked away. "You... they abducted you, too?" she asked in a thin voice.
+<Yes. I have been here a while. I have not been injured. They feed us, keep us healthy, clean.>
+"Like lab rats," she choked, shuddering. How the hell had this happened? Hadn't anyone noticed her being swiped out of a public, jam-packed bar? "What kind of experiments?"
+He didn't respond. Sasha looked up at him with a clench of her jaw, ready to demand answers. But he was looking over his shoulder. She leaned a little to see past him and stared in surprise at the figure hunched in the corner of his cell. He'd been alone, she'd swear to it. Where had this person come from?
+It was a naked female dusted with golden fur, multiple breasts, multiple arms, stocky legs. She grimaced at the reptilian male, baring sharp looking teeth in her heavy-set simian face. He turned toward her and stood still.
+Sasha couldn't tell if they were speaking. Maybe they were having a lively telepathic conversation, but she could only read body language. His was calm and unthreatening. She seemed nervous, flinging her hands out in gestures of rejection. But when he didn't move toward her, she edged out from the corner, sniffing the air like a wary animal. He held out a black-clawed hand, slow and easy.
+Sasha couldn't understand what was going on. Was this one of the experiments? What were their mysterious captors hoping to see? This furry female wasn't supposed to be his food, was she? Unnerved, Sasha pulled her legs up and wrapped arms around her knees, eyes riveted on the next cell.
+The golden female seemed to be getting over her wariness, approaching the male with her upper lip curled in a snarl, dark eyes taking on a predator's gleam. Sidling up to within arm's length, the female paused, looking down his body and licking her lips before she reached out with all four of her hands and touched him.
+He stayed still, letting her hands slide over him. Then she dropped to a crouch in front of him and Sasha watched every muscle in his lean body bunch with tension.
+Sasha gasped, fearing the female had chomped into him with those sharp teeth. She saw only his back, could see only parts of the female past his tense legs. Then Sasha saw the female fondle her own breasts, tugging on brown nipples with two hands while another slipped between her legs. The male's buttocks quivered and his hips began to move in a rhythm Sasha recognized.
+Her jaw dropped as the realization hit. Sex not violence. <Oh my god.>
+Then the golden female reared back, spinning with lithe speed to kneel, elbows braced, legs spread wide, presenting her ass and pussy to the male she had just been sucking off with such enthusiasm.
+The male whose smooth voice had sounded so gentle and concerned in Sasha's mind sank to his knees, grabbed the simian's ass, and snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust. Sasha could hear nothing, but the female's mouth hung open, eyes wild and face red as she looked back over her shoulder, her entire body shuddering under his pounding rhythm.
+Belatedly Sasha realized she was staring like a voyeur and twisted around, heat flooding her face and rolling down her body in a flush of embarrassment and reluctant lust. She was breathing hard, heart thundering in her chest, skin tingling all over. A light film of sweat dampened her skin as she sat in a daze, trying to come to terms with what she'd seen. A memory of his lean hips driving forward ambushed her and she gasped, nipples tightening to needy buds, pussy clenching emptily and her clit a throbbing knot.
+<What the hell are you doing?> She thought to herself. She'd just found out she was the victim of kidnap and instead of finding a way to escape she was drooling over alien sex in the next cell. Listening to her own harsh breathing, she looked around again in desperation. But escaping this featureless little box was going to take a lot more than wishful thinking. It looked solid, not a seam or crack. Not even the shelf with the glass, the wall now a blank white expanse.
+When had that happened? Now she had nothing to look at or do except think about what deep shit she was in and maybe watch the thrills next door. Biting her lip and calling herself a pervert, she shifted restlessly then rose to her feet, pacing with her face turned away from the next cell. But she couldn't help it. She peeked.
+The golden-furred female was now straddling him, her stocky legs spread wide and straining, back bowed as she clutched him with all four hands. He was sitting with hands braced behind him, hips off the floor, driving into the female fast and hard. She thrashed and shook, breasts bouncing, jaw working as if she was howling with pleasure.
+Shaken, Sasha looked away again and braced a hand on the cold wall. The little room felt twenty degrees hotter. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she yanked down the zipper of her jumpsuit and blessed the plain undershirt she wore beneath, the breathable fabric letting cool air touch her skin. Shrugging the jumpsuit off her shoulders, she tied the sleeves around her waist and began pacing again, this time steeling herself not to look in the next room. If she did she was afraid she'd stuff a hand down her jumpsuit and join in the festivities.
+What felt like an eternity later, she heard his voice murmur <they wanted you to see.>
+She jumped with a yelp of surprise, unable to keep from glancing into the next cell. At first, she didn't see him. Then she caught movement in the corner and saw his blurred shape in a sanitizing tube, cleaning up after his romp.
+She didn't answer. She didn't know what to say, wasn't sure how she felt. She was horrified by her captivity but he didn't seem to be fighting it.
+<Did it disgust you?>
+"What do they want from us?" she asked instead of answering him. No way in hell was she going to verbalize her reaction.
+<I am not certain. Are they studying behavior? Genetics? Are they experimenting with cross-species breeding? I do not know. They have presented me with many females but never one of my own species.>
+Sasha froze, staring at his shape in the tube. They'd presented him with many females and they'd wanted her to see. To let her know what she was in for? "Oh my god, you're supposed to fuck me?" she nearly shrieked, spinning in place and searching with mindless panic for an exit she knew wasn't there.
+<You are upset.>
+Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching the transparent barrier. "No shit!" she yelled, pacing the center of her cell without looking at him. "I was drugged, kidnapped, locked up. Now I find out I'm supposed to get raped by some scaly alien! Hell yes, I'm upset!"
+<I would never hurt you. And I will not touch you without your consent.>
+Her feet slowed and she glanced at him uncertainly. His glorious eyes swirled with slow, hypnotic color, watching her with reassuring calm. "Even if I believed you, do you have a choice? If we're their experiment, wouldn't they force us?"
+He shook his head. <I have had females refuse me. I would not touch them and they were removed, never to be presented again.>
+She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying him. "But are you the only male? How do you know they weren't, um, 'presented' to someone else who doesn't care about consent?"
+He glanced away with a vertical wrinkle in his brow like a frown. <I know there are other males. If any females were forced, they did not say.>
+"Awesome," Sasha groaned, slumping to sit with her face in her hands. "How the hell do we get out of here?"
+<I have found no way.>
+"Are you looking?" she snorted, dropping her hands to meet his eyes again with a sardonic lift of her eyebrow. "You seemed pretty damned happy to do what they want a few minutes ago."
+He tilted his head, eyes studying her face a moment before sliding his gaze down the rest of her body. He lifted a hand and pressed his palm to the barrier, black tongue sneaking out in a quick flicker as if testing the air between them. The sight of it, thick and forked, made her shiver. Though his expression didn't change, she got the distinct impression he'd rather be touching her than the transparent wall and she grew warm again, skin tingling.
+<I enjoy Mas'areem. She is energetic. I am called Ocen Til Beltak Shrivket. May I know your name?>
+"Sasha," she said absently, frowning at the heat rising in her body. Were they pumping some kind of aphrodisiac in the air? Or was this part of his mental mojo, kick-starting her libido when sex should be the last thing on her mind? Just looking at this intriguing male was turning her on, fingertips tingling with the sudden urge to know what his scaled skin felt like, to test the hardness of those muscles, to wrap around those magnificent cocks.
+She blinked, realizing those heavy, twin appendages were growing, rising to bump against the barrier like they were knocking to come in. And was that a third smaller cock above them?
+Sasha pulled her gaze away, her cheeks stinging with a hot blush and her nipples tightening almost to the point of pain. Her pussy throbbed, slick fluid leaking between swollen lips to dampen her panties.
+<Sasha.> His mental voice almost purred her name with deep satisfaction. <You respond to me.>
+She couldn't very well deny it with her nipples standing erect and pointing at him through her shirt, her skin damp and flushed, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She shifted and smelled her own arousal, a warm, tangy scent sending another flush of heat down her body. "This isn't normal," she declared in alarm. "Did they give me something while I was out?"
+<I do not know. I have not spent time with humans. Are you saying this is not a normal reaction for a female of your species?>
+"For a cock-hungry bitch in heat maybe," she muttered under her breath, looking everywhere but at him. "Not my normal, though." At least, not until she was naked and squirming under a guy. Never before when she was fully dressed, hadn't even been touched, and was somebody's prisoner.
+<Have no fear,> he said in a soothing tone. <I would not touch you unless you consented with your whole self.>
+Small comfort when at least half of her was moaning to be mounted. For the life of her, she couldn't get the ruthless drive of his hips out of her mind. Every time she pictured it, everything in her loosened and her channel spasmed with need. The thinking part of her might reject it but her primitive side wished it had been her spread out under him, filled utterly with those silky-looking organs, taking everything he had to give.
+<Sasha.> His mental voice had a strange ache in it and she glanced at him curiously. His forehead was pressed to the barrier next to his hand, eyes closed. His other clawed hand was wrapped around both cocks in a tight grip, dragging up their length in a slow glide that made her mouth dry and kicked her heart into a sprint. They looked like tent poles, ridged and pulsing. <I would give you all that and more, if you let me.>
+Sasha jumped to her feet and backed into the opposite wall. "Whoa, you can see what I'm thinking?" Of course he could. He was a telepath. How embarrassing. "Stop looking in my head," she blurted.
+He opened his eyes, gaze locking with hers. His hand didn't stop its slow masterful stroke. <Your mind is so clear, so vivid. I could almost feel it. How could you want so fiercely and not seek relief? You see what you have done to me.>
+Her mouth moved but no sound came out, eyes dropping to the slow stroking hand, to his pulsing meat. A clear fluid seeped from a slit at the end of each cock, forming a quivering drop crying out for her tongue. Her mouth flooded with saliva, the sudden desire to taste him nearly overwhelming her, to swirl her tongue around the fascinating bulb at the end, to feel him filling her mouth.
+<Yes, Sasha. Please.> His voice was a hot groan, scalding her mind.
+He'd seen that, too. She whirled, pressing her damp face against the cool wall. "G-get out of my head," she panted, shocked and furious at her own response. They had to have given her something. This enormous, mindless lust had to be drug-induced. But she'd be damned if she'd give them the satisfaction of falling meekly in line with their plans. Whatever those plans were. She had sex when she wanted, not at the command of some faceless kidnappers and an insatiable snake man. "Out," she snarled.
+Silence. She refused to look, listening to her rapid breathing and trying to think about nothing at all. Seconds stretched into minutes. Her breathing slowed, skin dried, body cooled. After a while, she slipped her arms in her jumpsuit sleeves and zipped it up again, still not looking into the other cell. Her slavering libido whined to know if he'd finished himself off, but she was angry enough to resist finding out.
+Minutes gathered into hours. The odd shelf reappeared laden with food and drink. This time she didn't need a command written on the wall to dig in. She was hungry and thirsty enough not to care if it was spiked. Since she felt the same afterward, she assumed it hadn't been drugged.
+On exploring her cell, she discovered it responded to her touch in specific places, a bed dropping out of the wall, a sanitizing tube appearing in the corner, a waste receptacle emerging next to the tube. Many of these objects seemed to be made of the wall material itself, as if it was morphing to suit her needs. She ran her hands over every surface, looking for other functions, especially an exit. No such luck. No convenient doorways, no windows, no vents or closets with access panels.
+She finally gave up with a dejected sigh and sat on the bed, glimpsing the transparent barrier out of the corner of her eye. She'd done her best not to look but every once in a while caught sight of her neighbor in some mundane activity, eating, exercising, pacing along the clear barrier. He watched her but didn't speak in her mind, though she had no idea if he was still rummaging around inside her head like a peeping tom.
+She was just starting to think about sleep and wondering how she could with the well-lit ceiling on full power when movement in the next cell caught her eye. Her neighbor's front wall rippled, disgorging a person into his cell before reforming into solidity.
+At first, Sasha wondered if this was one of the kidnappers and tensed, studying the figure. Tall and slender, bipedal, way too many fingers with way too many joints undulating like kelp, skin translucent and shimmering, body hairless and sex indeterminate.
+Then her reptilian cellmate stepped toward his guest, dicks rising to bob an enthusiastic welcome, and Sasha sighed. Another fuck-fest. Great.
+The light over her head began to dim, startling her. She looked up, watching the ceiling's glow fade to black with distant relief. Maybe she could sleep now. Except the show next door was still fully illuminated. And absolutely magnetic.
+He didn't mount this one with the rough dominance he'd shown the last female. Instead they stroked one another, slow and seductive, hands moving with easy, luxurious pleasure. He didn't seem to mind that this creature had no breasts or any visible orifice Sasha could see. She didn't know if it was even female but it responded to his touch as if every inch of flesh was an erogenous zone, writhing under his hands and claws, mouth and tongue.
+Sasha was fascinated by this black, flickering appendage, wondering if it was rough or smooth, cool or hot. Wondering how it would feel on her own flesh, coiling around her nipples, sliding over her clit, wriggling inside her aching pussy...
+She gasped, hips jerking involuntarily at the vivid image. She knew she shouldn't be watching, knew they were just trying to inflame her, make her give in. But she couldn't tear her eyes away this time, hand sneaking to her zipper under the cover of the dark. Later she'd realize they'd darkened her cell on purpose, to give her the illusion of privacy, the illusion of freedom.
+At the moment, watching his muscles bunch smooth and slow, watching his cocks slide in and out between the being's pressed thighs, Sasha only knew she was on fire and whatever resistance she may have had was long gone. She didn't think; she only acted, pushing regrets and recriminations off until later.
+She shrugged her jumpsuit off, wriggling it out from under her rear. Her breasts felt full and oversensitive when she palmed them through her shirt and she groaned softly, massaging them with gentle fingers, capturing her hard nipples between her fingers with a slow squeeze. Her hips jerked again at the exquisite pleasure and she growled low in her throat, arching her back to thrust her breasts into her hands, eyes still riveted to the scene in the next room.
+The translucent, multi-jointed fingers of the creature quested over scaled skin with mesmerizing slow grace, as if every motion was filled with ecstasy. One of those hands found the reptilian's working ass, cupping and urging him on before those long fingers slide in his crack. Sasha watched a shudder pass through him and whimpered, shoving her hand into her panties with a hot and desperate need.
+His rhythm increased, clawed hands moving with more urgency over his partner's smooth, glassy body. The creature's long torso bowed, head tipping back as if in the throes of unimaginable bliss. Sasha parted her dripping folds and thrust two fingers inside, crying out at the sharp stab of pleasure, shockingly close to orgasm already. Hissing through clenched teeth, she rode her own fingers, grinding down on her hand and tugging on her nipple.
+When she saw his claws dig into the creature's hips, his movements becoming jerky and wild, a fire exploded in her center, rushing outward like an obliterating storm.
+<Yes, Sasha, yesss, cum with me.>
+She squealed, body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, pussy clamping down on her fingers and rippling with pleasure. With a sob, she rocked, riding the receding waves of glorious sensation as she watched fluid jet from between the thighs of his lover, hitting the wall and sliding down in a gleaming stream.
+Then she leaned on one arm, panting to catch her breath, watching the two part in languorous motion. The being cupped his face in its hands, resting its forehead against his. He mirrored the movement and the two of them stood still for a long moment. Then the translucent being lifted its head and took a graceful step backward into the wall. It rippled around the person, drawing her/him out and solidifying once again.
+The male stretched with slow, obvious satisfaction and turned, eyes raking across the barrier. Sasha started, realizing she was half-dressed with her hand between her thighs. The movement twitched her fingers deliciously inside her and she muffled a moan, staring at him wide-eyed. But he didn't seem to see her, though she would swear he had a smile on his face. He sauntered to the back wall, activated his bed, and flopped onto it, hands behind his head in a strangely familiar pose of male complacency.
+Sasha pulled her fingers free of slick, grasping folds with a catch in her breath and then yanked her clothing back into place with quick, furtive motions, trying to ignore how her hands shook. Easing onto the bed, she stared into his cell and waited for the lights to go out. They didn't.
+She watched the soft light play in the gleam of his half-opened eyes and decided it was definitely a smile on his face. His long form lay relaxed, muscles loose, cocks lying over one thigh like sunning snakes, gleaming in the light with drying fluid. She squirmed a little and pulled her eyes away, wondering if she'd imagined his voice at the peak of her climax, urging her on.
+When it was obvious the lights weren't going out, she asked, "Aren't they going to let you sleep?"
+His answer came immediately, proving he wasn't blocking her. <They want you to watch me. To grow accustomed to me. To enjoy me. <His voice was slow and deep, dripping with male satisfaction.
+Okay, now she knew she hadn't imagined his voice. He knew what she'd been doing, watching them and getting off on it. But if she didn't say anything and ignored it, maybe he'd let it go and she wouldn't have to die of embarrassment.
+Clearing her throat, she muttered, "Well, I'd rather sleep. Can't do that with so much light."
+He propped up on his elbows, looking through the barrier as if he could see straight through the dark to where she sat. <May I watch you next time?>
+"W-what?" she stammered, flushing all the way down to her toes.
+<May I watch you touch yourself, sayshin? I want to see what pleases you, what can make you quiver and cry out so sweetly.>
+Her jaw was hanging again but she couldn't seem to do anything about it. She stared into the magnetic swirl of his eyes and decided silence was the better part of valor. Dropping back onto the bed, she pressed her hot face into the thin cushion, squeezed her eyes shut, and curled an arm over her face for good measure. Then she thought as loudly as she could about sleep.
+She swore she heard him chuckle. Then the light began to fade and she cracked an eyelid to see his ceiling dimming down to the faintest glow. With a sigh of relief, she hid her head again and went back to thinking about sleep. After a while, she didn't have to think about it. It ambushed her and dragged her down into strange dreams where she ran and ran from unknown danger.
+<Sayshin.>
+Who had turned on her lights? Damn roommates. Sasha grumbled and burrowed in her bed, shrugging off the hand on her shoulder. "Lemme sleep," she mumbled. "No work t'morrow."
+<Sasha, sweet one, wake please.>
+Come to think of it, she hadn't had a roommate in over a year. Sasha's eyes popped open. When all she saw was white, her memory returned in a rush and she jackknifed to a sitting position. Then she screamed and bolted off the bed, because someone was sitting on it with her.
+<Sayshin, be calm. It is only me, Ocen.>
+She goggled at him, trying to get her panicked, sleep-befuddled brain working. When he remained seated and didn't attack her, she rasped, "But you're in here. With me."
+She shot a look at the barrier, but it was gone. Their two small cells were now one. With a strangled sound, she sidled away from him into a far corner and stared at him. Her eyes felt like they were bugging out of her head. Would he attack her now?
+He made a rueful gesture with one hand but otherwise didn't move. <Perhaps they thought it would move us along.>
+Her back stiffened, anger returning in a bracing wave. "Stick the dumb, horny animals together and let nature take its course, is that it? Why do you do this for them?"
+He tilted his head in puzzlement. <I do this for me and those I mate with. If no one is harmed, why not do what pleases us?>
+"But they're keeping you locked in here. Doesn't it make you angry?"
+<Of course. But all I can do is wait and watch. And enjoy those who choose to spend their time with me. Please, sayshin, I promise I will not harm you.>
+She glowered at him but felt a little ridiculous huddling in the corner while he sat so calmly on the bed. Easing out toward the center of the room, she crossed her arms over her chest and asked, "What do you keep calling me?"
+<Sayshin. It means sweet one. I named you before I scented you but I was right, you are sweet as a honey drop.> His tongue flicked out, licking the air in her direction lightning fast, then more slowly as if savoring what he found.
+The sight of that nimble tongue sent a sharp spear of lust through her and she looked away, desperately searching for a distraction.
+"Why are you still speaking in my mind?"
+<It is how my species communicates. We do not have a spoken language.>
+This was good, conversation not involving sex. Just two sentient beings using their brains instead of rutting like wild animals. Feeling calmer, Sasha tried small talk. "So where are you from? I don't think I've seen your kind before."
+Instead of answering, his eyes darted past her and widened with alarm. <Sasha!>
+She felt a change in air pressure and jerked around. A hulking male stepped into her cell, humanoid but a brutish, furry knuckle-dragger, enormous skull and jawbone with deeply inset dark eyes, massive muscles and slightly hunched, as if his weight pulled him forward. A cock the size of her forearm bobbed against his belly, pointing unerringly at her.
+Before she had time to do more than blink, Ocen flashed in front of her, holding a warning hand up to the brute, his other hand pressing her behind him. Off balance, she grabbed his arm to steady herself and goggled at the arrival.
+<No,> Ocen said and Sasha assumed he was letting her hear what he said to the brute. <She is not for you.>
+The beast man hesitated then shook his hairy head with a bull-like snort, wrapping a huge hand around his dick. He growled something in a garbled language Sasha didn't recognize.
+<I know what you were told but you cannot. She is not willing and is too fragile.>
+The brute roared something and shook his cock, which would have been funny if it hadn't been so scary.
+Ocen slid forward, his entire body tightening with sinuous threat. <No.> His mental voice was calm and final but his hands had curled, flexing his claws. Sasha skittered back with a gulp, sensing the oncoming storm.
+The beast man shook his head violently and clumped forward, swinging a meaty fist. Ocen moved so fast he seemed to blur, ducking under the swing, grabbing the arm and twisting while he kicked the brute's knee. All of the man's weight went where Ocen directed it and the brute toppled like a stone with a hoarse cry of surprise. Ocen was on top of him in a flash, one clawed foot pressing on his gonads, a clawed hand gripping the man's thick throat.
+Lifting a finger in front of the beast's nose, Ocen wagged it back and forth like a teacher chastising a stubborn student. <I said no. Leave now.> Still in a calm voice. Then he rose with blurring speed and placed himself between Sasha and the brute again.
+Grumbling what she guessed were insults and curses, the beast man lumbered to his feet and staggered toward the exit wall, his phallus flagging. Sasha had a second to worry the kidnappers would refuse to let him leave, but the wall rippled and sucked him out of the room.
+Sagging with relief, Sasha slumped onto the bed. "Holy shit," she wheezed, bracing hands on knees. "Thank you."
+He didn't answer, pacing in front of her with long, agitated strides.
+"Ocen? You okay?"
+<No,> he answered without looking at her. <They knew I would not allow him to harm you. They knew this but sent him anyway. They sent him to frighten you into turning to me, accepting me. It is wrong.>
+"Uh-huh. So is kidnapping. Why are you surprised?"
+<They have never before treated one of us this way.>
+"That you know of," she reminded him, watching his long-legged stride with furtive appreciation. The supple strength in his muscles was making her throat dry. She'd touched his arm. She tried to remember what he'd felt like. Cool and smooth, but she couldn't recall anything else. "Maybe they were just trying to get me to trust you more. It worked, in case you were wondering."
+He slowed, glancing over at her. Colors whirled fierce and vibrant in his narrowed eyes. <Callous, brutal manipulation. I begin to understand why you are so angry with them.>
+"Don't tell me they never did anything similar to you." But she could tell by his grim features they hadn't. They hadn't needed to, judging by what she'd seen so far. He'd probably jumped into the program with both feet and both enthusiastic cocks.
+"Look, let's just try to relax, maybe get some breakfast. Did you hear that, assholes?" she shouted to the ceiling. "Breakfast! Pronto!" She looked back down at him and smiled at his startled look. "I don't have to be nice. They just sent some hulk to rape me."
+She was starting to understand his facial expressions. This one was definitely a smile. <Perhaps I should call you sayshelgyr. Sweet tiger.>
+For some reason, it made her blush. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes. Or the distracting, tantalizing flicker of his tongue.
+The food arrived pronto, just as she'd bellowed, which made her feel a bit smug. They ate and chatted about their lives prior to their capture. Afterwards, though, she had to relieve herself and was wondering how to politely tell him to go away. He seemed to understand without her having to say a word, slipping back into his cell and taking care of his own business while she did hers. She also took a few minutes' private time in the sanitizing tube, making sure her clothes were cleansed along with her body.
+Belly full, bladder empty, body clean, Sasha felt almost like a new woman. She settled on her bed with a sigh and stared up at the ceiling with a thoughtful frown. Now, an escape plan. She mused on this puzzle for a short time. While she was wondering if she could use the moment when someone entered the cell to squeeze past them and bolt, she sensed Ocen's gaze on her and looked over.
+He was leaning against the wall where the barrier used to divide their rooms, arms folded across his chest, watching her with a faintly amused expression. <Your mind never stops.> His chest rose on a deep breath, tongue sliding out in a slow-motion flick. <And you smell delicious. If I had not just eaten, I might consider nibbling on you.>
+And just like that, she went from logical thought to mindless lust, an image popping into her mind of his ridged, scaled head between her quivering thighs, black tongue slipping through her glistening lips.
+<Yesss, just like that<, he crooned, voice rough-edged with longing.
+Sasha slapped a hand over her eyes and groaned. "Please stop reading every stupid thought running through my head. It's embarrassing."
+<That was not stupid. It was devastating.>
+She felt the bed dip and dropped her hand with a little yip of surprise to see him sitting right next to her. A compelling musk reached her nose and she realized it was his scent, alien and attractive. His tongue flicked out at her, a breath away from her skin, and she gasped.
+<Please, sayshin, if I cannot have you at least let me taste.>
+"You... " she breathed, trying to remember the power of speech. His nearness was driving her mad. "You said you wouldn't touch."
+<Without your consent, which I await with breathless anticipation. In the meantime, I give you full consent to touch anything you like.>
+There was his amusement again, easing her alarm, building her trust. "Touch," she repeated thoughtfully, looking from those hypnotic eyes to the ridges on his skull then over the patterns on his skin. Her fingertips tingled with the urge to trace every one. "You have scales. Are you cold-blooded?"
+<No, though my core runs cooler than yours<. He held out his hand to her in silent invitation to find out for herself.
+Sasha knew it was a mistake but pretended not to hear the small warning voice in the back of her mind, the last remaining bit of logic in a seething sea of swelling lust. It was just his hand. What harm could there be in satisfying her curiosity?
+She touched her fingertips to his. Cool, smooth, fascinating. The scales gave his skin a firmer texture than her own, but with a silky resilience that captivated her. She wound her fingers with his, enjoying the sliding sensation, before drawing her hand away and letting his black claws trace over her palm. She shivered at the almost-pain, the stinging tickle proof of how sharp those claws truly were. Yet he stayed passive in her grasp, allowing her to explore.
+She turned his hand over, tracing the lighter pattern on his palm with a fingertip before working her way up his wrist. Her fingers stilled, feeling his pulse throb in a rhythm almost as fast as her own. She bit her lip and resisted the urge to meet his gaze, wrapping her fingers around his forearm to feel the heavy strength in his muscles and bones, a seductive contrast to the silky resilience of his skin. Sliding her hand higher, she traced the cut of his muscles, watching those scales yield to her fingers with deep fascination. They gleamed under the lights, subtle flares in the blue colors and gray and black patterns.
+She had to lean in to reach his shoulder, far enough so she could feel his rapid breath on her cheekbone. His musk had deepened, his scent so dizzying and mouth-watering she had to swallow hard to prevent drool. Her fingers glided over the angle of his hard shoulder to the bunching muscles of his chest, flexing to test his intriguingly cool flesh.
+Then she looked up into his eyes. Heavy-lidded and flaring with hot color, his gaze held her suspended in heat, her body throbbing in time to the heart she could feel under her hand. His forked tongue broke the spell, flicking out to kiss her bottom lip with the barest teasing brush and sending a shiver down her entire body. Her gaze focused on his disappearing tongue and she leaned closer. "I want that," she whispered before her mouth came in contact with his.
+His mouth was firmer, harder than a human's with no fleshy lips, but as soon as she tasted him she forgot all about the strangeness of his kiss. His flavor bloomed on her tongue like a siren song, hot spice with a hint of smooth sweetness. Ambrosia. Then his tongue twinned with hers, slick and agile with just a hint of rasp, driving her absolutely wild and setting off an inferno deep within her.
+<Sasha, sayshin... oh, you are sweeter than honey. I want to do this until I die of it.>
+The words brought her back to herself a little and she realized she was devouring him, arms locked around his neck and breasts pressed hard to his chest. His gentle hands spanned her ribs, steadying her. She squirmed a little, whimpering at the friction on her erect nipples. "Ocen," she moaned, unable able to think past the waves of hot lust rolling through her body.
+<Yes, my sweet one, whatever you need, anything, everything... >
+His eyes seemed to be sucking her soul out of her body. She pressed closer, licking the seam of his mouth with a visceral pleasure at his taste. Then she jerked back, unable to stand the barrier of her clothes. With rough and shaking hands, she stripped everything off.
+<Ah, so beautiful, soft and fragile.> He reached for her but she batted his hands away, pressing on his chest until he lay back with a sibilant laugh. <Take what you need, sayshin. I am yours.>
+She slid onto him with a long, low moan of pleasure. Cool and silky, his scaled skin felt unbearably good against her burning flesh, soothing and tantalizing at the same time. The slick friction teased her nipples, driving hard shafts of pleasure and need straight to her pussy. She was so wet she felt juice trickle over her lips and down between their bodies. Thick meat bumped against her thighs and she sat up, remembering with a surge of molten lust his two cocks squeezed in his hard fist, liquid pearling on the double heads.
+<Stars, I could cum to just those visions in your mind, sweet Sasha, my sayshin.>
+His purring voice was like a caress, driving her mad from the inside out. With an incoherent growl, she twisted around then went still, staring in amazement at his genitals. Not two but three, the third half the size of the other two and nestled atop them like the point of a fleshy triangle. All three gleamed with fine scales, swirls of blue and gray coiling up the shafts to smooth, swollen heads dripping with pre-cum. All hairless and sleek and so delicious-looking she had to suck back a flood of saliva.
+"Ohhh," was all she could say, reaching out with trembling fingers to stroke feather-light down those marbled shafts. They twitched and jerked under her touch and Ocen's mental voice was a wordless rough sound of pleasure. But at the base she discovered no sacks and touched the smooth crease in curiosity.
+<They are inside,> he answered her unspoken question, his voice thick and gravelly.
+She circled her fingers around the base of one cock, looking between all three with admiration. Her small hand could only grasp one at a time. "How...?" She gestured at the three cocks, something she'd never even heard of in a species.
+<Natural evolution and careful genetic manipulation,> he answered with a faint thread of amusement. <Our females are difficult to please.>
+Tightening her grip, she dragged her hand upward, watching with avid hunger as it swelled and wept for her. His body tensed and shifted under her, his breath hissing out. Grasping the other large cock, she stroked it to its head and pressed both together before leaning over and laving her tongue in a swirling stroke over both smooth heads. She moaned at the taste, a heady mixture of his musky flavor and surprising sweetness, very different from what she was used to and instantly addictive. Without hesitation she popped one head in her mouth and sucked hard, looking for more of the delicious liquid.
+He bucked under her with a rasping groan, whispering <yes, please, yes... >
+For a few moments she licked and sucked, going from one to the other, enjoying his taste, the silky sensation of his fine-scaled skin, and his urgent twitches under her. But she felt achingly empty, burning hot and swollen, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.
+When she could wait no longer, she straddled him with her back to him, still gripping both large cocks in her tight fists. Unwilling to relinquish her prizes, she shimmied her hips until she felt his smaller phallus slide along her slit. She shuddered, keening low under her breath at the sweet torment. She felt his hand brush her ass as he reached under, steadying his member for her use. She rotated her hips, panting hard as the cool, smooth head slipped through her lips and teased her opening.
+Then she closed her eyes and sank down, moaning at the bliss of his cock stretching her, filling her, soothing the ache in her flesh while driving the burning need even higher. When seated flush against him, she paused, quaking. She could hear him murmuring in her mind, endearments, praise, demands, but she was past understanding the words. With a little sob, she rocked forward and slid a hand down one of the other cocks to press its base toward her.
+When the base parted her lips and touched her clit, she let out a strangled cry and froze, back bowed and every muscle clenched at the edge of a shattering orgasm. Blind eyes wide and staring, she teetered on the edge of a vast seething ocean of pleasure, unable to move, unable to breathe.
+Then his claws touched her back, scraping down her skin in a sensation riding the line between pleasure and pain. As her shivering body tried to absorb the new stimulus, he jerked his hips up into her, one cock spearing her pussy while the other rubbed hard and demanding against her clit.
+She shrieked and came, convulsing against him, each movement increasing the friction on her sensitive tissues and driving her even higher. While she writhed and squealed, he fucked her with short grinding thrusts, sending her over the edge again in a white-hot explosion.
+When she could see and hear once more, she discovered her belly was slick with clear liquid and the two penises she still clenched in her fists had softened. Her body felt even softer, melting her down into him and the bed. She let herself slump to the side, groaning through her harsh pants at the feel of his cock slipping out of her still spasming hole. "Ocen."
+<I am here, sayshin,> he rasped in her mind with an edge of humor. <Though I thought for a moment you would kill me. Such passion, such sweetness. I have felt your pleasure more sharply than any other.>
+She managed to flop onto her back, turning her head to meet his hypnotic gaze. "Are you serious? So you don't just talk in my mind and see my thoughts, you—"
+<Experience.> His tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them. <Your need for me was electrifying. Your pleasure in my body and yours intoxicated me. I am fairly sure your release stopped my heart for a moment or two.>
+She let out a weak laugh of amazement. "Wow," she mumbled, staring at him wide-eyed. No wonder he didn't fight the program, if he could feel his partner's pleasure right along with his own.
+He smiled, reaching a hand toward her and resting the tip of one claw on her bottom lip. <You touched me. Now I wish to touch you. Do you consent?>
+Sasha had no words, her body flooding with a suddenly renewed, shockingly strong heat. She could only nod, feeling the claw tug a little at the tender skin of her lip and quivering at the sensation. He leaned over her, his mouth brushing hers, tongue slipping out to slide between her lips in a teasing flick. Her taste buds remembered their newest addiction and she slipped a hand behind his neck with a needy hum, pulling him closer. He sealed his mouth to hers and gave her what she wanted, wrapping his agile tongue around hers.
+Long before she was ready for it to end, he pulled back, mouth moving down to her throat as his hands slid up her arms. <So soft, like flower petals.> When she tried to reach for him, he pressed on her shoulders with a hissing laugh, claw tips grazing her skin. <My turn, sayshin. Lie still.>
+She subsided with a disgruntled sound. It turned into a sigh and a shiver as his long tongue slithered over the sensitive skin of her throat and the hollow beneath. His hands stroked from her shoulders down her sides and back up over her ribcage, making a frame under her breasts. She shifted a little with a whimper, wishing his hands were on her breasts, easing the ache in her tight nipples.
+He moved down, mouth brushing cool silk before his tongue flicked out, teasing her skin with a slight rasping sensation. She writhed a little more, arching her torso in a silent plea. He heeded her request, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, lifting them to his mouth. His tongue lashed out, sliding over one nipple and then the other with fast, merciless strokes.
+She grabbed his arms with a choked cry, hips spasming at the sharp pleasure knifing from her nipples to the pool of heat deep inside her. His tongue swirled and tugged with amazing dexterity and she cried out again, bucking against him. Her clit and channel clenched, feeling as burningly empty and needy as if she hadn't been fucked in a year, as if she hadn't just ridden him to a double orgasm.
+He sucked lazily on each nipple in turn, ignoring her desperate whimpers and flexing fingers. Then he released her breasts and slid lower, hands and mouth gliding over her quivering abdomen. He slid off the bed, cupping his hands under her ass cheeks and tugging her to the edge.
+Panting, Sasha struggled up onto her elbows, not wanting to miss what she knew was coming. Sliding his hands out from under her, he settled his palms on her inner thighs and pressed her legs wide before leaning forward with a deep inhale. <Stars, you are so wet and wild, so ready for me, sweet Sasha... > His tongue appeared, slipping between her glistening lips just as she'd pictured. He lifted his gaze and winked at her, making her want to laugh for half a second before the sensation of his incredible tongue overwhelmed her.
+She bucked, sound and breath caught in her throat as his tongue slithered over her clit slow and then flicked fast and hard, the slick rasp driving her right to the edge of climax. She shuddered, quivering and gasping out wordless pleas, when he pulled back. His tongue returned to lick around her opening before diving inside, thrusting and swirling in her channel in a relentless rhythm. She rocked helpless against him, crying out in between harsh pulls of air.
+Then he rested a hand on her pelvic bone, slipping a thick thumb into her slit to find the hard knot of her clit. He pressed and rocked, and she came with a hoarse shout, jerking and bucking, pleasure rolling over her in consuming waves.
+She was still shaking when he rose over her, leaning on both hands to kiss her deeply. She tasted herself and groaned, locking her hands behind his neck.
+<You are amazing, my beautiful sayshin, so hot I will be ash before we are through.>
+Then he lifted her, flipping her over onto her stomach as if she weighed nothing. She gave a little yip of surprise but her mind and limbs weren't working, unable to protest or resist. He lifted her hips, presenting her just as she'd imagined. She loosed a breathless moan, her body tightening with helpless longing yet again.
+She felt something cool and smooth press against her opening and quivered, knotting the bedding in her fists. She wanted that hard snap of his hips she'd seen with the golden female, wanted him to fill her to the brim and beyond right now, but instead he nudged at her entrance, the cool head teasing her clenched tissues with the promise of sweet sensation. She whimpered, beyond words but needing so desperately for him to understand.
+<Great Stars, you are so tight, sweet Sasha, so small. I feel what you want but... >
+He made a rough sound, claws pricking the skin of her hips as he pushed into her. She nearly wept with relief and pleasure as he tunneled deep, thick cock filling her, stretching her so deliriously she was on the brink of another orgasm by the time he reached her womb. Then he went still and she thought she might scream with disappointment and frustration.
+"K-killing m-me," she stuttered, shifting in an attempt to get him to move.
+<Be still,> he growled in her mind. <I am too close.>
+To her immense relief, he began to pull out but then paused again. She sobbed, rotating her hips in an agony of lust, but when he caressed a hand over the globe of her ass and slipped a knuckle down her crack to her puckered asshole, she shivered and went still, eyes popping open. She'd never allowed anyone to mess with her rear before but she was too far gone to stop him.
+His thick cock pulled out with a suddenness that made her squeal before his smaller appendage drove in. She let her breath out in a pleased sigh. Rotating cocks would make her very happy. But then that member slide out of her also and she growled her frustration. His hands ran over the mounds of her ass in a soothing caress before lifting from her altogether. She had a second to wonder where he'd gone before she felt a thick cock press back into her with a purposeful, mind-blowing thrust.
+He paused halfway in and she felt something cool and firm touch her puckered back hole. His smaller cock head swirled over the pucker, lubricating her with her own juices before he eased forward. She tensed, the sensation edging toward pain.
+<Be easy. Relax.> His voice was reassuring, soothing, with a rough edge of desire. <I will give you only pleasure. Here, this will help.>
+He guided one of her hands between her legs to grasp his third cock and showed her how to stroke it against her throbbing clit. She moaned and rocked gingerly, unable to keep still as pleasure surged higher.
+<Yesss, yes, my sweet Sasha,> he groaned and moved his hips in a slow, controlled thrust. The head of his smaller cock popped through the ring of her asshole, making her shudder with fleeting discomfort, but the overlapping sensations swamped her and she bucked harder. She felt so full, so impossibly stuffed and stimulated, she wasn't sure her thundering heart could take it.
+He leaned over and began to thrust with deliberate focus, driving her clean out of her mind. She was making strangled grunting noises like an animal but couldn't have cared less, body sizzling all over with sensation. He reached under her and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing a nipple between his fingers and adding yet another layer of unbearable pleasure.
+A massive orgasm roll up and over her like a tsunami, ruthless and inevitable. It was followed by another and another, slamming into her and shaking her to pieces. She couldn't hear, couldn't see, the world a black void filled only by the driving spikes of exquisite pleasure in her nipple, her throbbing clit, her full pussy, and her stretched ass. On and on it went for an endless time, pure ecstasy, surely a taste of heaven.
+When the world returned, she was heavy and sated, unable to move and not caring a bit. Ocen lay at her back with his legs twined with hers, a cool soothing presence filling her with glowing contentment. <I am in awe, sayshin,> he whispered sleepily in her mind. <I also may need medical attention. I can't seem to move anything.>
+She snickered into the bedding, not opening her eyes. Her eyelids felt so heavy. "Don't want a cure," she mumbled. "I feel amazing."
+<You are amazing. And I cannot let you go. I wonder what they will do when I refuse any other but you? You are mine, sweet Sasha, and I am yours.>
+Sasha wondered briefly if he was serious, a flutter of delight in her belly, but sleep tugged her down into darkness before she could ask.
+***
+Sasha woke with her head pillowed on her arms and a kink in her neck. She straightened with a grimace and then froze, staring at her surroundings in shock. She had fallen asleep in the bar? She looked around in embarrassment, wiping at her mouth and running a hand through her hair. What the hell had happened to her? Had the bartender spiked her last drink? She couldn't remember if she'd even had a drink, but what else would explain her passing out on the bar? Geez, work hadn't been that hard today.
+She glanced around again and caught the bartender watching her. He was cute in that exotic way she found irresistible and always seemed to get her in trouble. His large feline eyes suggested all sorts of feral mischief and the fleshy ridge on the top of his head intrigued her with possibilities. But something about his smirk sent a zing of alarm down her spine and whispered <danger.> Not the sexy kind of danger either but the abduction-for-bizarre-sex-experiments-with-aliens kind.
+Odd. Where had this strange idea come from?
+She tilted her head, studying the bartender's knowing smirk with a peculiar feeling like she'd forgotten something important. But when nothing came to mind except she'd forgotten to verify her work hours again, she gave a little shrug and listened to her instincts about the guy, turning away to study the other customers.
+A wide range of species frequented this bar, since it was located at a galactic transit hub. She came here to escape her mundane life, to experience more than her dreary job as a dock worker and her dreary empty quarters. She was looking for something but couldn't have said what. She just knew she had to keep looking.
+When she caught sight of the new alien, something in her turned over and she wondered with a spurt of excitement if she'd found it. He was tall, lean, and hairless on the parts not covered by his black flight suit. His eyes swirled with the most hypnotic colors and she was captivated by his skin, scaled and patterned in shades of blue, grey, and black. She had the sudden, urgent need to explore his textures, to learn his shape, to know him inside and out. It gave her a peculiar sensation of déjà vu.
+She nearly gasped when she realized he was standing right next to her, glowing gaze locked on hers with an expression she somehow knew was a faint, amused smile.
+<You are too fascinating to remain a mystery,> he said without opening his mouth. <I am called Ocen. May I know your name?>
+She stared then blinked. "I'm Sasha. And I was just thinking the same thing about you... "
+***

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+[ Author: Andromeda Bliss; Title: Neeri's Need - How to Crash a Party; Genre: Science Fiction, Alien, Erotica ]
+Not everyone could float a body through a crowd with impunity. Not everyone was Neeri.
+She moved through the passageways of the space station with the sleek, predatory stride of a Lyomedrin on a mission, Ridge the backstabbing bartender drifting unconscious behind her on an antigrav tether. Plenty of people stared but she only stared back, giving them a challenging look and a wicked smile. Maybe her confidence gave them pause. Or maybe her teeth looked particularly sharp today. Whatever the reason, no one got in her way.
+A good thing. She didn't have time for petty things like assault charges. She had a few more crimes on her to-do list today, plus a daring rescue to plan. Her former bosses would notice Ridge's absence soon and start putting two and two together. <Hope they suck at math.> she thought with a smirk.
+Sasha's living unit was right where Ridge had said it would be. Lucky for him. Neeri touched the visitor chime and plastered a pleasant smile on her face. This was going to be a bit awkward, especially since time was precious. Explaining to Sasha that she'd been drugged, kidnapped, fucked magnificently by her cell mate, and then mind-wiped so she remembered nothing wouldn't be easy. Getting her to help after this revelation might be a little tricky.
+A window of transparency formed in the door as the solid barrier demolecularized to allow Sasha to see her visitor. The pretty little redheaded human frowned at Neeri. "Yes?" she asked through the unit's transmitter. Then her eyes flicked over Neeri's shoulder to the floating body and widened in alarm.
+Damn Ridge. He wasn't going to make this any easier. "Hi, Sasha," Neeri said as nicely as she knew how. "Is Ocen with you?" She figured mentioning the gorgeous Ophidian would at least give Sasha pause and maybe get her foot in the door.
+"How did—? Who are you? What do you want?"
+Neeri hid impatience behind her smile, taking pains not to let her canines slip into view. Humans were so skittish around predator species. "If he's there, please tell him I know where his brother is. This guy," she gestured at the comatose bartender, "kidnapped him. I need Ocen's help to get Adin back."
+Sasha gaped at her for a second before jumping a little and glancing over her shoulder, as if she'd been goosed. Neeri's smile widened with satisfaction. Ocen was there; she could tell by Sasha's reaction. They really had mated true.
+The crease in Sasha's brow returned, but the door disappeared, clearing the threshold for Neeri and her luggage to enter. They weren't taking her on faith, though. Neeri could just see Ocen's tall form off to the side, tensed to pounce if she misbehaved. She grinned, enjoying the idea. For one thing, she almost always misbehaved. And her recent experience with his brother Adin had taught her a pouncing Ophidian was spectacular fun.
+On the other hand, they didn't have time for that kind of fun. With an inner sigh of regret, she eased across the threshold, hands lifted in a gesture of peaceful intent, claws retracted. "I'm Neeri. We've never met, but I know you both. You wouldn't remember..." She paused with a frown, distracted by the scents in the living unit. Taking a deeper breath to confirm what she was smelling, she made a disgusted noise and glanced between them. "Are you kidding? You haven't had sex yet?"
+Sasha spluttered and backed away, creamy complexion turning rosy. Ocen stepped forward, calm as ever, eyes deep pools of color to match his blue-gray scales, though his very fine body was disappointingly covered in a black flight suit. She thought Adin was even more stunning than his brother, but she remembered Ocen's sleek muscles and thick cocks with a misty fondness.
+<You mentioned my brother,> Ocen said telepathically, his mental voice as solid and calm as his expression. But she'd spent a long time watching him at the facility and recognized the edge of worry in his tone and gaze.
+"Right," she muttered. "No sex talk, straight to business. May I come in? Maybe drop him somewhere and sit down?" she asked, jerking her thumb at Ridge behind her.
+Sasha pointed the way, large brown eyes as wary as prey caught in the open. "Is he dead?" she asked, her tone hard.
+Neeri hid a smirk, remembering the unexpected steel in this little human's spine. "Nope. Just doped to the gills. Figuratively speaking," she added, moving into a small sitting area and easing onto the edge of a cushioned chair. The antigrav tether tugged Ridge into the room after her, floating him to a position next to her. "His species doesn't have gills. I handed him a piece of justice, dosing him with the same stuff he gave both of you. Have you noticed you've lost time yet?"
+They glanced at each other and Neeri caught the flare of alarm passing between them. Ocen moved closer and Sasha edged in behind him, frowning around his form at Neeri. "What are you talking about?"
+"It's not the same day as your memories say it should be. Sasha, you've only lost a couple of days maybe, but Ocen was gone a lot longer. Your memories were wiped. You were kidnapped by Ridge here," she flicked a negligent hand at the bartender, "and taken to a research facility for a sexual behavior study. They let you go because the two of you mated true." She paused, narrowing her eyes on them in speculation. "So it's kind of odd you haven't had sex yet."
+Sasha spluttered again but managed to speak this time. "Are you crazy? That's the most insane story I've ever..." She stopped when Ocen held up a hand.
+Neeri noticed his claw tips and sighed. They looked just like Adin's, black, sharp, and enticing. She shivered at the memory of them on her skin.
+<We have lost time.> Ocen conceded. <But how do you know what happened to us? How do you know my brother? What's happened to him? Where is he?>
+"Oh, fuck me," she growled through clenched teeth. "Scales, we so don't have time for a long Q and A. I was at the facility, but I don't know the exact location. Ridge does. We need to wake him up, get the coordinates from him, and get Adin out of there pronto. If the big boys guess what we're up to, they'll shut the place down and disappear. They might make the subjects disappear, too. Help me, Ocen. Help me save your brother."
+Ocen stared down at her, his scaled features troubled.
+Sasha stepped around him, a fire in her brown eyes. "This is bullshit. Stop using his brother like that! So I can't remember what day of the week it is, so what? What do you really want? Who the hell are you?"
+Neeri clutched the armrests to keep from lunging at the human, her claws sliding out and puncturing the fabric. She cursed so ferociously Sasha blanched and skittered back into Ocen's chest. "We. Don't. Have. Time." With a growl, she eased to her feet, locking her gaze with Sasha's suddenly wide eyes. "You have a birthmark like a birdwing on your right hip. You shave your pussy, but only the lips. You were sore when you woke up in the bar, inside and out, front and back, because Ocen has three scrumptious, thick cocks and he worked them in you like a pro. He also calls you sayshin, which I think is kind of sweet. Now, stop asking questions and slowing us down. We have work to do."
+Ignoring Sasha's slack jaw and red face, Neeri grabbed a fistful of Ridge's shirt and tugged him into the center of the room. "I need a stool or a chair to sit him on. And something to restrain him." She squinted at the squirming human. "I suppose it's too much to hope you have cuffs or leathers? A cock-ring would be helpful, too." When Sasha said nothing coherent, Neeri rolled her eyes and looked at Ocen. "Find me what I need, Scales."
+<You are... unusual,> Ocen said on his way out the room.
+"Uh-huh." Neeri began stripping Ridge naked without paying them any more attention.
+"What are you doing?" Sasha exclaimed.
+"This guy kidnaps people for a living. The bartending is just a side job, you know. He's going to need a little incentive to answer questions."
+"In-incentive? Are you going to torture him?"
+"Something like that," Neeri said with a snort of humor. "Ridge is a bit of a pain-junkie, though, so conventional torture is out. Don't worry, I'm creative."
+"You're... you can't do this! I can't believe this is happening. How did you know about my birthmark?"
+Neeri chuckled. "Be honest. The question you really want to ask is, did you say three cocks?" Yanking Ridge's pants to his ankles, she caught Sasha's mortified gaze and winked. "Trust me, you want to take that ride again." Looking at what she just uncovered, Neeri raised her eyebrows. "Huh. That explains a lot." She could sum up Ridge's goods in one word: unimpressive. His phallus had decent girth but was flat and short, and his testicles dangled small and hairless beneath.
+Ocen glided back into the room—Stars, she loved how these Ophidian's moved—and handed her a metal chair, a long strap, and something that could have been a hair band. She grinned. "Perfect."
+Tossing Ridge's clothes in a corner, Neeri tugged him lower and straddled him to keep him at that height while she tied his wrists behind his back with the strap. Then she touched a control at her waist, severing the antigrav tether and dropping him into the chair. Threading the strap under the chair, she tied his ankles together.
+Then she grabbed his limp cock and started massaging it briskly.
+Sasha made a strangled, squeaky sound behind her. "What are you doing?"
+Neeri shot her an impatient look and held up the hair band. "Cock rings don't work unless the damn thing is erect. Honey, don't you play with any toys?"
+"You—that's—stop saying things like that and messing up my head." Sasha's face was flushed again. Or maybe still. Had she stopped blushing at all since Neeri arrived? "How is jerking this guy off going to get you information?"
+"Watch and learn, Red," Neeri snickered. "Or ask Ocen to explain it." Sasha squeaked again, maybe in response to Neeri's business-like stroke, or maybe Ocen had educated her. Once Ridge's dick stood at attention, Neeri looped the band around its base then twisted the band into a figure eight and snugged the second loop around his balls. "Eh, not as tight as I'd like, but we'll make do. Time to wake up, Rytel." She injected him with the antidote to his infamous sleeping draught.
+Rytel the Ridge did not wake up pretty. None of them ever did. Neeri often wondered why they didn't use something with a softer kick. Then again, knowing Ridge's sadistic streak, he probably wanted his victims to suffer, picking a drug guaranteed to make them feel like dog-shit when they awoke. <Turnabout's fair play,> she thought with a sharp-edged grin, watching him twitch and groan.
+"Good morning, Sunshine," she said cheerfully, giving his trapped cock a tug to focus his attention.
+He jerked, wide eyes snapping to hers before he thrashed in his bonds. "N-Neeri! What the..." His skin turned an interesting shade of green and he swallowed hard several times. "W-what do you want?" he asked with care.
+Neeri extended her claws, letting them just touch his twitching shaft. "To give you your hottest, dirtiest fantasy. To humiliate you, make you beg and plead for mercy. To make you cry and scream and thank me from the bottom of your scrawny little heart for making you hurt... so... good." She whispered the last in his ear and tightened her grip just enough to make him tense and quiver all over.
+His skin tone went from green to deep red, a flush spreading from his head to his feet. His breathing hitched, then huffed along at a quick pace. "Neeri, I c-can't tell you anything."
+She laughed softly and let go of his dick, circling him and letting her claws scrape along his skin. He shivered and whimpered as she spoke. "Ridge honey, in about five minutes you'll be begging to tell me everything you know. Because I know your secret. Kidnapping people turns you on, doesn't it? Having the power to fuck with their lives, to control them and humiliate them gets you off. But what you really want is for somebody to do it to you." She plucked at his nipple with the exquisite point of her claw and smiled when he gasped. "Well, guess what? It's your lucky day."
+"P-please," he said, voice already thick with lust, eyes glazing over.
+"Atta boy," she drawled, then looked over her shoulder at Ocen and Sasha. Ocen had his arms folded across his chest, a quizzical look crinkling his brow as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or disgusted by the scene. Sasha stood half-huddled toward Ocen, jaw sagging and eyes bulging, the very picture of a scandalized novice. Neeri stifled a laugh. "This won't take long. Ocen, you're a pilot, right? Is your ship still at docking?" He nodded. "Make sure it's ready to roll. Sasha, sit down before you faint or something."
+"Y-you're unbelievable," Sasha stuttered and dropped onto the cushioned chair Neeri had sat in earlier.
+Neeri flashed her a sultry smile, amused the human hadn't left the room. Maybe she was shocked and offended, but not enough to stop watching the show. Adorable little voyeur. "Mmm, Ocen you're right, she is sweet. Will you share?"
+Ocen's mental tone was sour. <Now who's wasting time?> But he stepped out of the room without hesitation, so he must have read something in her mind to ease any worries.
+Neeri pursed her lips and turned back to Ridge, a little irritated by Ocen's lack of concern. She was Lyomedrin; her species wasn't known for their sexual restraint. And Sasha might act all virginal, but Neeri could smell her growing arousal, so Ocen could, too. Why wasn't he worried she'd ravish his female?
+With a disgruntled snort, she straddled Ridge's legs and settled on his knees, shifting to make sure he felt her bare ass and damp pussy against his skin. Her skirt was short enough to allow it and she never wore underwear. They were an abomination.
+He blinked rapidly, fear and lust a bright mixture in his eyes. He was a Mato, a peculiar species reminding her of a combination between a cat and a rooster. His narrow features were almost human, but with slitted, feline eyes and a ridge of flesh running from his forehead to the back of his neck. At the moment, the ridge had ruffled erect, pulsing and throbbing as much as his cock. For Matos, the skull ridge was almost as sensitive and erogenous as their genitals.
+She considered the pulse of flesh, wondering what it would feel like sliding between her pussy lips, all slick from her juice, but for some reason, the idea didn't excite her like it usually would have. Sure, she didn't like this guy. But on an ordinary day it wouldn't have stopped her from using him like a toy for her own pleasure. She must just be having an off day.
+With an inner shrug, she focused on the task, rolling his balls through the fingers of one hand until his eyes unfocused, then slapping him across the face with her other hand. "Tell me what I want to know," she demanded and slapped him again.
+He groaned and squirmed under her, his cock bobbing like a flagpole. "I can't, Neeri."
+She scratched her claws across both his nipples and down his chest and abdomen, leaving long red marks without drawing blood. At the same time she pushed his sac up against the base of his cock, squeezing and rubbing in ruthless circles. "What's my name?"
+"M-Mistress," he gasped, hips twitching with involuntary thrusts. His skin grew damp with sweat and waves of musky heat rolled off him.
+She leaned forward, letting his cock brush against her belly, and reached for his skull ridge. She stroked it lightly while he moaned and writhed under her like a bitch in heat, rubbing both heads against her with frantic lust. Then she clamped her claws on his ridge and all the muscles in his body snapped tight, hips bucking against her. She let go, leaned back, and tightened the band around his cock and balls, denying ejaculation.
+"Fuck!" he yelled. "Oh gods, please! Just let me fucking cum!"
+"Wow, are you wound up," she said in a mild tone. "You know, you should've had somebody slap you around ages ago, release some of this pent up energy. Guess it's lucky for me you didn't. What's my name, Ridge?"
+"Mistress!" he gasped, jittering under her like a dying fish. "Goddess, my goddess! I'll do anything, pleeeease..." His plea trailed off into a guttural groan when she ringed the head of his cock with her claws and flexed them ever so slightly.
+"What do I want to know?" She let him pump and grunt like an animal through the vice of her claws for a moment before she denied him the pain/pleasure, never letting up on the band around his straining cock and tight balls.
+Ridge babbled the coordinates to the facility like it was Holy Scripture, blind eyes pointed at the ceiling.
+"Good boy," she crooned, rising from his lap and turning to Sasha. "So that's done. We'll need to take him with... what's the matter?" The little human was staring at her like she'd grown three heads, soft brown eyes limpid and traumatized.
+Sasha made a mewling sound, eyes flicking from her to the Mato sobbing and pleading incoherently behind her. "I think," she said in a thin voice, "you're about the scariest fucking thing I've ever seen."
+Neeri flashed her a hungry grin full of sharp, white teeth. "Why Red, I never knew you were such a flirt. Where's the washroom? Pretty sure Ridge has germs." She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers.
+Sasha pointed to the hallway. "Second door on the left."
+"Be right back. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
+Sasha snorted and muttered as she left, "Like that's even possible." Neeri snickered all the way down the hall.
+***
+Sasha stared at the bartender and wondered how the hell she'd gotten herself into this mess. It'd started at the bar. She'd woken up and seen this guy watching her with a strange, knowing grin. She'd thought she'd fallen asleep but now wondered if something a lot more sinister had happened. Because everything the cat woman had said was true, from her birthmark to Ocen's pet name for her.
+But it was nuts, totally insane. How could she have been drugged, kidnapped, and imprisoned, and not remember a second of it? How could she have had sex with Ocen and not know it? Granted, she'd been thinking about it hard. He was the most maddeningly attractive male she'd ever met, never mind he wasn't even human. The intricate patterns and smooth gleam of his scales called to her fingers like a siren song, making her tingle all over with the urge to touch and stroke. His scent was a tantalizing musk she'd decided must be a potent pheromone, because she couldn't focus on anything but him when she smelled it. And he treated her with such gentle respect, his calm confidence and intent courtship seducing her as much as his delicious, muscled body. But she was just coming to terms with him being an alien, telepathic alien, able to read every little thought in her head, let alone jump in the sack with him.
+Her intense reaction to Ocen baffled her. While they were together, it hadn't even bothered her when her workplace docked her pay for what they referred to as an "unsanctioned leave of absence." She'd thought they'd made a mistake. How could she be gone for days and not know it?
+And then there was Neeri. Sasha shook her head, staring at the naked male still squirming and moaning in an agony of unreleased lust, a lust Neeri had inflamed with such ruthless will then walked away from with such callous disregard. Who the hell was she? It hadn't escaped Sasha's notice that Neeri had evaded the question more than once. She knew too much. She'd manipulated Ocen using his brother. She'd stepped into Sasha's world and claimed it, wielding a control as impressive as it was terrifying. Yet they still had no idea why she was here.
+Sasha rose on shaky legs and wondered what the hell she was going to do. Ocen seemed to be going along with this madness. He'd told her Neeri was being truthful about Adin needing help but then hadn't explained how he knew it or why he was trusting this freaky female. He'd left, and Sasha needed him back with an intensity almost as scary as Neeri's golden, predatory eyes and razor-sharp claws.
+"Ridge," she croaked, then cleared her throat and tried again. "Is that your name? Ridge?"
+He groaned, hips fucking the air in slow motion, cock bright red and glistening with liquid dribbling from the engorged head. Sasha pulled her eyes away from the bobbing member, trying to ignore her own morbid fascination and the tingling heat between her thighs. She shouldn't be turned on by this. It was bizarre and just wrong.
+"She called you something else, too. Rytel? Are you Rytel?"
+He lifted his head, expression dazed and eyes blurred. "Mistress. I need my mistress."
+"Snap out of it, Rytel. Tell me who she is."
+"She's everything. She's my world. Please," he choked on a sob. "I need her to hurt me again."
+"Oh, hell," Sasha muttered, her face burning.
+<This upsets you,> Ocen murmured in her mind.
+She yelped and whirled, clutching a hand to her chest and glowering as he stepped into the room. "Yes! Of course it upsets me. It should upset you, too. She full-on admitted she's kidnapped this guy. And now she's doing things to him I'm not even sure are legal. Why are you listening to her?"
+<I listen because she speaks true. For the most part. But I meant his desire upsets you.> Ocen stopped at her side, brushing a lock of her hair back and capturing her gaze with his hypnotic, color-saturated eyes. <Is lust so frightening, little sayshin?>
+She blinked at him. "What? No..." His fleeting touch and warm spice were fogging her mind. What were they talking about?
+<Good.> His mental voice practically purred. His tongue peeked out, black, forked, and furtive, disappearing too soon. <I scent your need. It almost equals my own. Will you still hold yourself from me?> He brushed his knuckles under her chin, his scales a cool and mesmerizing hard silk against her suddenly hot skin.
+"Hold myself?" she parroted without knowing what she was saying. She'd often seen him taste the air with his nimble tongue, and every time the sight made something clench and quiver deep inside her. Did he just say he could smell her?
+<You have kept me at a distance, though I sensed your desire. But never so strong as now, so thick and sweet like honey. It drives me mad. Please, sayshin, please let me taste your sweetness.> His tongue flicked out again, kissing her bottom lip with the barest tingling touch. Her knees turned to water and she almost moaned aloud.
+"Nope! We don't have time for this either," Neeri announced, slipping in between them with a sinuous and shocking lack of propriety. "Mmm, though the two of you do smell so ripe and ready. Maybe later." With a stroking hand and a lithe twist, she was gone again, before Sasha could register what had happened. "Right now, we've got some crime to do."
+Belatedly, Sasha squeaked in outrage. She'd just been groped by a psycho cat woman with zero morals and an alarming knack for trouble. She glared at Ocen and jabbed an accusing finger at Neeri. "That upsets me!"
+He made a sound between a hiss and a laugh. <That I understand.>
+Neeri ignored them like they'd ceased to exist, circling her victim before swooping and slashing through his ankle restraints with swift ease. Sasha's heart jackknifed in her chest. Was she going to kill this guy? She seemed more than capable of it, as wild and predatory as a panther. Her high cheekbones and narrow jaw gave her face an almost delicate look, but those slanted, unblinking eyes with their vertically slit pupils and bright golden color seemed to see everything, claim everything. Unnerved, Sasha watched her, wondering what to do if Neeri did get violent. Ocen didn't seem worried, but he also hadn't been bothered by the bartender's sexual torture.
+Rytel had renewed his begging, but Neeri ignored him as well, touching a control at her waist. He floated up from the chair, spasming in the air like a fish out of water. "Hold still, Ridge. Let's get your pants on you." Neeri snagged the piece of clothing from the corner and looked at Sasha and Ocen with raised brows. "Don't just stand there. We've got to get moving."
+"You've got to get moving," Sasha retorted, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you need to go play somewhere else. I'm not—"
+All of a sudden Neeri was right there in front of her, so close Sasha could feel her warm breath brushing over her skin. She'd moved so fast, Sasha had seen only a blur. Ocen moved just as fast, his arm between them, hand splayed on Neeri's chest in restrained warning. But the cat woman didn't even look at him, her unblinking stare locked on Sasha. "You are both coming with me," Neeri said in a low voice, her tone full of soft menace. "Because I need you, and once I get Adin out, they might come looking for you. Do you really want that, little Red?"
+<You believe there is danger?> Ocen asked.
+Sasha wanted to scream, "Yes! Are you kidding? Look at her!" But she guessed he was talking to Neeri, so she stayed very still, held her breath, and prayed the scary female wasn't in a hunting mood.
+"Of course there's danger," Neeri snapped, turning her golden gaze on Ocen. "For all of us. Why do you think I'm doing this?" Then she glanced down at his hand and tilted her head, as if contemplating ripping it off.
+<Do not push me, little Lyo,> Ocen said, his tone flat with warning. <I will not be distracted. What are you hiding?>
+Neeri bared her teeth with a low growl, raising the hair on the back of Sasha's neck. But the female eased away, turning with a dismissive toss of her dark hair. "Get out of my head, Scales. And help me with his pants," she said in a tight tone.
+Sasha expected Ocen to pursue his question. It seemed rather urgent and necessary for them to get an answer, to find out what Neeri was not telling them. Especially if the volatile female kept demanding they go with her on this supposed "rescue mission." But Ocen moved to assist the crazy person in her home with baffling calm and a disturbing lack of concern. If questions were being asked and answered, Sasha couldn't tell.
+"Ocen!" she hissed in protest. She was starting to doubt her own sanity for trusting him with such blind conviction. Everything in her said he would never hurt her, but this situation was way outside her comfort zone.
+<Be calm, sayshin.> he responded. <I would not let her hurt you.> But he didn't glance her way, holding the squirming man still while Neeri tugged Rytel's pants on with brisk efficiency. She didn't bother to remove the hair band from around his genitals, merely shoving the engorged meat inside the cloth and fastening the pants as if she did such bizarre things every day. For all Sasha knew, she did.
+"That's kind of not the point," Sasha gritted between clenched teeth, feeling more and more like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. <Oh god, help me. I'm surrounded by crazy aliens.>
+Ocen could feel Sasha's panic but couldn't take time to sooth her further. Most of his concentration was spent chasing down Neeri's elusive thoughts. The Lyo must have spent time with Ophidians before or knew a great deal about them. Cunning and canny, her mind slipped through a distracting net of irrelevant images and thoughts, sliding from one to another as if she knew he was right on her heels. It wasn't honorable or ethical for him to sift through her mind, especially when she'd told him to stay out, but he was desperate. Adin's life was at stake; that much he'd gotten loud and clear from the moment he'd sensed her outside the door.
+Neeri was afraid. And not for herself.
+She hid it well. She used sex and savagery like a shield, filling the surface of her mind with a morass of hedonism. But thoughts of his brother would sneak in and emotion would burst across her consciousness, intense longing and need underlined by deep worry. Each time, she swiftly suppressed those emotions, burying them in layers of thwarted fury, insulted pride, and petty vengeance. He was starting to wonder if she hid her feelings even from herself.
+<You mated with my brother.> He knew in an instant he'd used the wrong strategy. She threw images at him with malicious glee, memories of her and Adin fucking in savage abandon. Sensation overwhelmed him, scents, tastes, and euphoria washing over him in a brutal tide until he blocked it, leaving her mind with a resigned sigh. She knew just how to get to him, knew he was aching and burning with his own need. <The two of you mated true,> Neeri had said. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but he'd reacted so instantly and profoundly to Sasha from the moment they'd met he was inclined to believe her.
+And seeing his brother engulfed by such an intense mating burn worried Ocen. Adin should have been home, surrounded by the comfort and encouragement of family and friends, during his first introduction to sexual maturity. Between concern for his brother and his body's hyperawareness of Sasha's sweet warmth so close by, Ocen had trouble concentrating. Which was what Neeri was counting on.
+Strange, how she seemed to know him so well. And her mind felt so familiar. <We knew each other,> Ocen realized, stepping back from the floating bartender to stare at the Lyo.
+"Pretty sure I already said that," she muttered without looking at him, fussing with the strap around the Mato's wrists.
+<But you weren't a research subject, were you? How do you know us, Neeri?>
+She reacted to his hard suspicion with a hiss of aggravation, eyes narrowing on him. "Oh, fuck me sideways. We don't have time—"
+He surged forward, pushing the Mato out of the way. He didn't touch her but hovered so close her outline blurred in his vision. <Make time,> he said in an implacable tone.
+For a moment, he thought she would attack. Her lithe form snapped taut like a bow string and her fangs flashed feral warning. Then she relaxed with a grumble. "Fine. Read me, it'll be faster." Standing on tiptoe, she clasped his head between her hands and brought his forehead to hers.
+He tensed, but her touch wasn't threatening. And though he didn't need the contact, it did help him focus. Opening his mind to hers, he eased into her memories. A few moments later, he stepped away from her, flexing his claws.
+<Neeri, you traitorous Lyo. I ought to kill you.>
+***
+They argued about it all the way to Ocen's ship, how she'd worked for the program and been the one to choose their sexual partners in the study. How Ocen had found her through his telepathy and they'd conversed often, though at the time he hadn't any idea who she was. They'd almost been friends, something Ocen seemed to find offensive now. Neeri had fun. Fighting with Ocen was wonderfully stimulating and a terrific distraction.
+Poor little Sasha didn't look thrilled, though. "I don't see why I have to go," the redhead muttered, eyeing them both like they were pit vipers. Which wasn't really fair to Ocen; he wasn't venomous, and he was only trying to protect her.
+"Humans," she scoffed under her breath, giving Ridge another shove to keep him moving in the right direction. The bartender was still in a fog of pliable submission, which helped them through docking security. The guard had eyed them with wary distrust, looking askance at Ridge's bare feet and chest. Neeri had covered his tied hands with a coat over his shoulders, and Ridge was docile as a lamb, so the guard had apparently decided it was some weird Lyomedrin thing and let them through.
+"Look who's talking, crazy kitty," Sasha retorted as Ocen led them to the right airlock. "If I'm in danger anywhere, I'm betting it's with you."
+"I already said, I don't work for them anymore. And it wasn't me who kidnapped you."
+"Oh no, you just forced us to have sex with each other."
+Neeri chuckled. "You're just mad you don't remember."
+Sasha made a sound like an outraged kitten and went back to glowering at her in silence. Ocen gave Neeri a flat look and ushered them onto his ship.
+"Stars Above," Neeri growled. "Get over it, you two. It worked out, didn't it? You're together and free."
+<My brother is still there.>
+Neeri steeled herself against a surge of anxiety. <Adin.> Pressing her lips together, she shoved Ridge through the hatch and maneuvered him into the narrow ship. The Ophidian vessel had claustrophobic berths, tight passageways, and a womb-like pilot nook. It made Neeri dizzy just looking at it. This wasn't going to be a comfortable trip.
+Strapping Ridge into cargo netting instead of a passenger berth, Neeri muttered obscenities under her breath, already feeling her chest tighten with imagined lack of air. Ridge, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. "Oh, tighter, please," he moaned, writhing against the restraining netting. She rolled her eyes but tightened the straps anyway.
+"Now Ridge, you keep being a good boy and I'll let you rub yourself raw on these straps. You start trouble, though, and I'll knock you out again. No more fun. Are you hearing me?"
+He gave a frantic nod then grunted when the movement rubbed his ridge against the netting. He started humping and wiggling around in there, pleasuring himself on the restraints and moaning like a street whore.
+Neeri watched for a second with a puzzled frown. Ordinarily she'd find the sight at least a little enticing. She was a fan of kinky fun after all. But today, nothing. She shifted but felt only a mild dampness slicking the folds of her pussy, nothing swollen or throbbing, the equivalent of utter boredom for a Lyomedrin. So strange.
+Then Ocen squeezed by her on his way to the pilot's den, shifting her to one side with a hand at her waist. His touch, the brush of his muscular form, the familiar Ophidian musk, and her mind filled with the ghost of his brother. Her body flared like a torch, aching and almost sick with need. Suddenly light-headed, she slapped a hand to the wall and sucked in air. <No, no, no,> she chanted to herself. <I am not mate-thralled. I'm just getting Adin out because it's right, because I wasn't done with him, and those bastards deserve a kick in the teeth for trying to fuck me over.> They'd had the balls to gas her and try to wipe her memory, to toss her out like she was trash. Nobody did such a thing to her and got away with it.
+Just a bad day. Lots of drugs, rage, and a time-sensitive task would be enough to mess up any Lyo's libido.
+"You okay?" Sasha's tone was ambivalent, as if she wasn't sure she cared.
+"Stellar," Neeri muttered, slowing and deepening her breathing. "Tight-ass ships irritate me. What the hell does he do with this thing, anyway?"
+"Ocen works for a courier company. He shuttles small items and sometimes passengers between systems. Doesn't need a big ship." She paused. "You look more sick than irritated. Are you claustrophobic?"
+Neeri slanted the human a narrow look over her shoulder, baring her teeth in a predatory smile. "Lyo's like close quarters. Want me to show you why?" Without waiting for an answer, she spun and crowded Sasha against the opposite wall. The high-pitched squeak the woman made was amusing, brown eyes wide with a satisfying alarm. Neeri pressed a thigh in between Sasha's legs, grinning at the clench and quiver of the human's muscles. "So soft and succulent, like prey," she whispered against the redhead's cheek and flexed her thigh. "I can smell your juice, feel your heat. Is it all for Ocen or do I make you hot, too? Should I taste you and find out, little Red?"
+<Neeri, I need the coordinates,> Ocen growled in her mind. The words were detached, but they were carried on a wave of possessive warning.
+With a disgruntled snort, Neeri shifted away from the quivering human and gave him the coordinates, feeling the ship thrum under her feet. "It's a good distance from here, you know. We have to do something to pass the time."
+"Not that!" Sasha declared, shrinking down the passage toward Ocen in his pilot's nook with a furious, appalled look at Neeri. "Just play with your pain junkie and leave me the hell alone."
+Neeri sauntered after her, smirking. "Ridge is having plenty of fun without me, and you're protesting a little too hard," she taunted. "I can still smell you, all slicked up and wet, and I can see those perky nipples from here. They're almost as hard as when you watched Ocen fuck his cellmate. Want me to tell you what you looked like riding your own fingers, Red?"
+Sasha glared at her from the threshold of the pilot's den, shoulders hunched and arms folded tight over her chest. "What is wrong with you?"
+Neeri snickered. "You're so cute when you're all fluffed up and spitting like a kitten. How're we doing, Scales?"
+<Away from the station, nav locked and clear. Leave her be, Neeri. She does not know Lyos.>
+"Perfect time for her to learn, then," Neeri purred, giving the human a salacious wink.
+Sasha looked horrified. Then she twitched and glanced at Ocen. She tilted her head, staring at him for a moment. Neeri guessed the Ophidian was having a private word with his sweet little mate. Probably killing her fun.
+Sure enough, a moment later Sasha turned a thunderous frown on Neeri and straightened, fear gone. "You're an asshole! Why do you mess with people like that?"
+Neeri shrugged and leaned against the wall, folding her arms in a casual stance. "It's amusing. But don't get me wrong, sweetness. If you'd been down with it, I would've fucked you six ways from Sunday. Lyos are all about what feels good."
+Sasha made a disgusted sound and slumped to a sitting position on the threshold, her features resentful. "I don't like you. I shouldn't be here. You suck for dragging me along."
+"Atta girl. It's good to air your feelings," Neeri drawled with a mocking edge. "While we're at it, explain why you two haven't had sex yet. What's the problem?"
+"None of your damn business! Why do you keep bringing it up?"
+"You're supposed to be true mates," Neeri said severely, tensing with sudden, inexplicable anger. "If you were so mate-thralled they couldn't keep you in the program, then why aren't you together?"
+Sasha shifted, her features coloring. "What does mate-thralled mean?"
+Ocen answered for her. <It is a Lyomedrin term. It means they become monogamous to one mate, usually for life.>
+Neeri smirked, glancing at the reclined and occupied Ophidian. "Doesn't happen a lot, as you can probably guess. We're not much for limiting ourselves. Fun and frolic in all forms is the Lyo way. Speaking of, if you're not gonna play with me, little Red, why don't you squeeze in there with him? Watching you two frolic was ever so much fun the first time."
+Sasha's face turned an even darker shade of red, but she only rolled her eyes and huffed a sigh. "You are an enormous slut, Neeri," she said in a resigned sort of way.
+"Thanks for noticing. And I'm just what an uptight, naive human like you needs. Want me to give you some pointers?"
+"I'd rather have major surgery," Sasha said dryly and glanced past Neeri at the still writhing Ridge. "I've learned more than I wanted already today."
+"That?" Neeri scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "I was rushed. I'd do a much better job on you, honey. A harness, I think. Feathers and a nice hard paddle. Mmm, what I could teach you..."
+"Oh my god, would you shut up."
+Neeri snickered. "I haven't seen your face this red since Ocen had you under him and you were coming so hard—"
+"Neeri!"
+"It's because he's a different species, isn't it?"
+Sasha buried her face in her hands with a strangled sound. "It's because I don't know him yet!" she said in a muffled shout. Then she dropped her hands and glared at Neeri. "Maybe it's a human thing," she snapped. "But I like to get to know a guy, find out who he is inside, before I fuck him blind. Especially..." She sent Ocen an uncomfortable look and squirmed a little. "Especially if I'm interested in him for more than just a quick screw." Ocen turned his head toward her, and though his pilot's helm obscured his eyes, his delighted smile was visible.
+Neeri chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her lips from curling up. Sasha's answer was satisfying in an odd way. What did she care if these two stayed together? Coughing a little and rubbing a finger along the bridge of her nose, she decided it was time to change the subject. "So we need a plan for getting into the facility. I brought Ridge along to give us access to the security net around the moon, but I need a way to convince the guy in charge to open the front door once we land. Pretty sure he'd open wide for new meat. Or reusable meat as the case may be," she murmured, meeting Sasha's pretty eyes with a raised eyebrow.
+"What? Wait, you want to take me back in there? Use me for bait?"
+<No!> Ocen bellowed, loud enough to make Neeri wince. He twisted in the seat, shoving the helm off his head to fix a fierce and vibrant stare on Neeri. <She is not going in there!>
+"Easy, tiger," Neeri grumbled, rubbing fingertips against her aching temple. "She'd be safe enough with me."
+Sasha scoffed in disbelief and Ocen said even louder. <NO! You said these people were dangerous. I will not put her in their hands again.>
+Neeri slammed a hand against the wall with a snarl of pained fury, pointing an extended claw at Ocen. "Moderate your damned tone, Scales! And pilot this skinny ship before we crash in a sun or trip over a motherfucking planet. She won't go in. She's just the show I need to get Big O to open the front door. Do you want your brother or not?"
+He stared her down for a moment longer with an ominous hiss. Then he reclined again and jammed the helm over his eyes. <Think of another way. Use me instead.>
+Neeri barked a sour laugh. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but Big O will never believe I overpowered and captured you. I can't use Ridge or he'd get suspicious. I'm not enough by myself. He'd just brush me off. But I can lure him with Sasha, if I tell him you and she weren't really true mates. He'll want to know why, get more data for the program."
+"The guy who runs the place is called Big O?" Sasha asked with a dubious look.
+"He's an AI, the orchestrator of the program. I call him Big O because he wouldn't know an orgasm if it sat on his face. And that shit's just funny, since he's in charge of a sex study. I need your help with him, Red. He doesn't think much of me, so he won't see this coming."
+Sasha shifted, cupping her elbows and curling her legs in closer. "I don't know, can't you just jimmy the door or something? Maybe find a back way in?"
+"There's only one way in and out of the place. And it can only be controlled from the inside. Security precaution. Only O can open it." Sasha frowned at her. Neeri shrugged. "What can I say? They're a bunch of paranoid bastards."
+"Fine, I'll do it."
+<No,> Ocen snarled again. <Find another way, Lyo.>
+Sasha shook her head. "Ocen, is she telling the truth about the door and the orchestrator?"
+He hesitated, long body flexing with tension. <Yes.>
+"Then I don't really see another way. Unless you want to try blasting it open."
+<My vessel does not have ordinance.>
+"Blowing it up might be dangerous for everybody inside anyway," Neeri added with a grimace. "So is it settled, then?"
+"What are you going to do once you get the front door open?"
+"Oh, I'll improvise," Neeri murmured.
+<I will go with you,> Ocen stated with a hard edge, as if daring her to contradict him.
+Neeri adored dares. She smiled sweetly, though he couldn't see it. "No, you won't. I brought you along to pilot, not screw up a good snatch and grab. Ridge is my security keycard, Sasha's my bait, and you are my getaway ship."
+<Unacceptable. I do not trust you with my brother's life.>
+"I don't need your trust. I just need you to fly the fucking ship."
+"Just wait a second," Sasha said, holding up a hand and looking between them like a referee at a cage match. "Neeri, seriously. What are you going to do once you get inside? Maybe we can help."
+Neeri raked impatient fingers through her hair. This is what irritated her about working with and relying on others. They never just did what she told them to do. "The system is automated. No live guards, just a bunch of bots I can't reason with or fuck into submission. I have to take out Big O first or I don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of getting through the place. Once he goes down, though, a remote distress starts tattling on us and some auto protections kick in. I won't have a lot of time to get to Adin before the big boys come calling, or maybe they'll just hit the delete button from wherever they are."
+Sasha blanched, warm brown eyes darkening with horror. "They would do that? Just kill everybody?"
+"I don't think it's plan A, but imploding the place is one of their contingencies. Not that I was supposed to know about it, but I'm a curious kitty."
+Sasha framed her own face with trembling hands, eyes wide. "If you're right and these people are as scary as you say, what the hell made you think you could take them on? Why are we doing this?"
+"Did you hit your head or something? Forget Adin already?" Neeri growled, ready to shake some sense into the little human.
+"But," Sasha rubbed her eyes, shuddering a little. "They let Ocen and I go. Why not just wait and see if they'd let him go, too?"
+"Some of the more interesting subjects have been in there for years. And they liked Ocen a lot before he met you and stopped playing. How long do you suppose we should wait?"
+Sasha chewed on her lower lip, sending Ocen a glance full of warm concern. "Okay, fine. We're going in. But I still don't get why you're doing this, Neeri. It's not like you're the selfless, hero type. What's in it for you?"
+"Payback. They tried to wipe my memory and dump my ass like I was a cheap, used-up whore. Pisses me off a bit."
+Sasha blinked. "You're risking your life because you're a bit pissed off? You know that's insane, right?"
+Neeri grinned, but Ocen interrupted before she could respond. <We will be in range soon. I need to know how you plan to get my brother out before the people in charge react.>
+"I told you, I'll improvise."
+<Not good enough. Are you at least certain you can reach and disable this orchestrator?>
+"Oh, yeah. Big O won't know what hit him."
+<Can you disable the distress and defenses?>
+"Maybe, but why take the chance? If I can't do it, then I probably won't have time to get Adin out."
+<I will get him out. After you disable the orchestrator, I will retrieve Adin while you attempt to control the system.>
+Neeri pinched the bridge of her nose and cursed through clenched teeth. "Scales, you're making me nuts. I'm the only one who should go in there because I'm the only one who knows the layout. You start wandering around and I'll just have to rescue your sweet ass, too."
+"But what about all the other people?"
+Neeri glanced at Sasha with a raised eyebrow. "What about them?"
+"Well, we have to help them, too. If you don't try to kill the fireworks, the place could implode. Everybody in there dies. So I'm with Ocen. You crash the system, he gets Adin. I know we can't fit everybody on this ship, but we can call in help for the rest of them."
+Neeri stared at her in baffled disgust. "What is this, some weird human martyr thing? What do you care? You don't know them."
+Sasha stared back with narrowed eyes. "And you apparently don't know right from wrong. We're doing this, Neeri. We can save a bunch of people and expose their sick program. Wouldn't that be bigger payback?"
+"Hmm. Good point. And I suppose I can talk Scales through the place. But if either of you screw this up, I'm going to stop playing nice."
+Sasha made a rude noise. "This is nice?"
+Neeri chuckled. The redhead really was growing on her. "I'll work on Ridge for a little bit, prime him for the big event. The security net has an access code keyed to his voice print. If he balks, we don't get in and all hell breaks loose."
+"Couldn't you have recorded it before? Then he wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't have to watch him do that." Sasha pointed with a grimace.
+Neeri glanced over her shoulder. Ridge had arched his body, pressing himself into the netting so hard it was making furrows in his flesh. His hips pumped fast and furious, gouging the straps across his cock with every hard snap of his pelvis. A guttural sound like a rutting animal burst over and over again from his throat.
+"Uh-oh. Looks like someone's having a little too much fun," Neeri murmured. Stalking over, she shoved his hips against the wall to hold him still and growled in his ear, "Bad boy. No coming yet."
+He sobbed and thrashed in her hold, his eyes blood-shot and blind. "Please! Oh, please, Mistress... I'll do... anything. L-let me... chew your nipples... tongue your holes... s-suck your clit. Please, ride my face, Mistress."
+Mildly tempting. But the memory of Adin's tongue driving and swirling inside her, black, nimble, and ruthless, stole her breath and sent fire flicking out from her throbbing clit to her extremities. She suspected Ridge's wildest efforts would be boring by comparison. "Not what I want, Ridge. But if you tell me what I want to hear, real loud and clear, I'll put my claws on you and let you cum like a rocket. Sound good?"
+"W-what... do you w-want... to hear?" he gasped, whimpering and twitching his hips in her hard grip.
+"The access code for the facility's security net."
+"I... they'll k-kill me," he moaned, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
+"They'll have to catch you first. You're a slippery little bastard. I have faith you can outrun them. You'll have to anyway when they find out you fucked up and didn't wipe me. Job's over, time to move on, Ridge." She leaned in and squirmed against him, just to keep him fired up.
+He bucked and moaned so loud she winced. "Yes! Yes, Mistress, anything."
+"Good boy. Don't move, now. You don't cum until I tell you to." She shifted away, ignoring his torrid agreement and looking toward the pilot's den. "Are we close, Scales?"
+<Yes. A few moments only.>
+"Patch the security transmission back here, then." Neeri undid Ridge's pants, peeling them away from his violently engorged rod. Then she waited with a rather disturbing detachment. This should be exciting her, arousing her, forcing this asshole to cum on her command. On any normal day, she'd be playing him like a harp. Instead, she couldn't wait to get it over with and get back into the facility. She couldn't wait to see Adin again.
+When she heard the beep and mechanical voice requesting the code, Neeri grasped the band around Ridge's cock and balls and tightened until he grunted. Then she scraped her claws on his shaft. "Nice and loud, now," she whispered.
+He shouted the access code, over and over. She flicked off the band and squeezed his balls to his shaft with one hand while clamping the claws of her other hand around his diamond hard cock. He pumped and shouted and shot his load all over himself, his entire body flushed a deep, dangerous red and drenched in sweat. When she let him go, he made a whining sound and slumped over, passing out cold.
+Looking around, Neeri found a sani-center and cleaned her hands, smirking when she caught Sasha's wide-eyed stare. "He's going to have an interesting life. Every time he hears an access code, I'm betting he shoots off in his pants. Is the net down, Scales?"
+<It is. I see the docking platform just ahead.>
+"Time to get you ready then, princess," Neeri said to Sasha with a malicious grin. "How do you feel about gags?"
+Sasha made her feelings about gags clear in a rather shrill tirade peppered with colorful obscenities. Neeri applauded when she was done and then explained in detail the little drama they would have to act out in order for Big O to believe them. More obscenities filled the air, this time from both Sasha and Ocen. Neeri pointed out they were out of time and unless either of them had a better idea, they needed to shut the hell up and deal.
+"But why a gag?" Sasha asked in near hysteria.
+"Would you calm down? It's just a prop. Plus it'll keep you from saying anything stupid and giving us away. Just think of this as a theatrical challenge. The better you act, the better our chances of fooling the big mechanical dildo."
+"I hate you."
+"That's just stage fright talking. Ready?" Neeri held up a strip of cloth with a barely suppressed grin. The little redhead was making this ever so much fun.
+Pale and pinched, Sasha slowly turned around. Ocen had eased out of his pilot's nook and now clasped one of her hands, his fine-scaled face drawn with concern.
+Neeri snickered as she slipped the cloth between Sasha's lips, wiggling it until it was set well in her mouth and then tying the ends behind her head. "You two are adorable. Give me your wrists, Red." Sasha tucked her shaking hands behind her back. Neeri looped a strap around her wrists but tucked the ends into one of Sasha's palms and closed her cold fingers over it. "Remember, this is just for show," she soothed the amusing little human. "She'll be back before you know it, Scales. Don't try the doors until I let you know it's safe."
+Ocen nodded, but his features looked even more wracked with worry. He said nothing though, at least to her, as they turned toward the hatch.
+Neeri marched Sasha out of the ship and down the long docking corridor to the big metal doors standing between her and her prize. <Now the real fun begins.> she thought with a slow, predatory smile. Pulling Sasha to a halt an arm's length away, she waited for a couple of breaths before sighing and aiming a kick at the doors.
+"Come on, Big O, I know you can see me!" she yelled, tipping her head toward the recessed surveillance unit above the doors. "Open up. I've got a present for you."
+"Neeri," O's flat voice reverberated in the corridor. "How did you circumvent the memory eraser?"
+"Mmm, wouldn't you like to know," she purred, slipping an arm around Sasha's waist and cuddling her close. "Let me in and I'll tell you all about it."
+Sasha made a peculiar sound in her throat, like she was choking on a protest. Maybe the little human thought she was overdoing it. <Everybody's a critic.>
+"You are resourceful to have made it this far. How did you acquire the access codes for the security protocol?"
+"What an excellent question, and it has such a fascinating answer. Open up and I'll explain."
+"Why are you here, Neeri?"
+"I want back in, O. It's boring out here."
+"Boredom is illogical. I cannot authorize your return."
+"But I brought you a yummy play toy," Neeri pouted, running fingers through Sasha's red hair and snugging her closer. "Don't you remember her?"
+"She is in my data net as a successful release and reintegration. You have captured her? Why have you brought her?"
+"You thought she and the Ophidian were a mated pair. You were wrong, O. Don't you wanna find out why?"
+"That is not possible. The data was very clear."
+"Run a scan if you don't believe me. She hasn't had intercourse. And she's just dripping with lust for me. I've been playing with her all the way here." Neeri nuzzled close and nipped Sasha's earlobe, grinning when the little woman jumped and quivered. "Oh, she's so sweet and tender. I almost hate to let you have her."
+"A scan confirms your claim of no intercourse. But humans are notoriously reticent. She may have—"
+"Reticent? Not this one. She's bound and gagged and still creams for me," Neeri bragged and slipped a hand into the waistband of Sasha's slacks. The redhead stiffened and squeaked, but Neeri tightened her arm around her and whispered, "Relax. The more you act like you enjoy this, the faster he opens the door and you go free." Then she slid her hand down Sasha's quivering abdomen, teased her curls for a second, and cupped her pussy lips with a hum of approval. "Deliciously hot and wet," she taunted both O and Sasha, watching the woman's cheeks flush with bright color.
+Brushing slow fingers across those slick lips, Neeri brought her other hand up and cupped Sasha's breast, flicking her thumb over the woman's cloth-covered nipple. Sasha jerked a little with another sound in her throat, a more breathy sound this time, much to Neeri's delight. Pushing a finger in between those hot folds, Neeri pressed up and then pushed down with aching slowness, watching in fascination as Sasha started to loosen and melt against her, brown eyes blurring with pleasure. The human was extraordinarily responsive, even when she didn't want to be. Ocen was pretty damned lucky.
+"Should I make her cum for me, Big O? Would that finally get you off?"
+Neeri could feel Sasha's thighs quivering, heard her breath catch and rush out every time she stroked her swollen little clit. The redhead whimpered a little when Neeri caught her tight nipple between her fingers and rolled. Neeri dipped deep and gathered hot liquid, slathering it ruthlessly over her throbbing nub before teasing just the tip in small, light circles. Sasha's hips began to move in twitching circles too, her head tilting back as if it had become too heavy to hold upright.
+Neeri was gratified to feel her own clit swell and pulse, zips of lust flashing up her spine. But she still wasn't as hot as she expected to be. Normally, she'd be rubbing herself off on Sasha's bound fingers, bringing them both to writhing climax. She undulated against Sasha's hip and licked along her jaw just for show, because O would expect it.
+Then Neeri drew out her hand and held her shiny fingers up to the surveillance before giving them a salacious lick with a loud purr of approval. Sasha muttered something around her gag in a severe, shaky tone, but Neeri ignored her. "Sweet and thick as honey. Come on, O. You're dying to find out why she's not mate-thralled."
+The doors slid open.
+Neeri darted through them without hesitation, pausing on the other side to blow Sasha a kiss and flash her a wicked grin. Then she bounded through the corridors, racing toward Big O's sanctum. She burst into the central control station with a theatrical squeal of delight, and leapt at the large, multi-armed AI. He caught her, of course, one of those long, slithery appendages wrapping firmly around her waist and holding her off the ground. His visual visor swiveled toward her, expressionless.
+"Neeri, what are you doing? You left the subject at the threshold."
+"The bots can pick her up. I'm just excited to see you, O." She stroked the thick arm holding her and wriggled in his grip. "Mmm, tuck this between my legs and you'll see how excited." This was familiar ground, something he would expect her to say. She'd been trying to get the big mechanical prick to fuck her with his many appendages since she'd been hired. Sadly, the AI had no sex drive, or sex organs for that matter. She only called the thing 'he' because those arms reminded her of long, flexible cocks. She'd had a horde of fantasies about him holding her down on his control panels and pumping those things inside her everywhere. "Why did you send me away?" she pouted.
+"You had become a liability to the program. The rules are very clear, no contact with the subjects. You compromised the Ophidian's data flow." He set her down close to her old holo-viewing station, turning back to his work without a blip of concern.
+Neeri hid a predatory grin of satisfaction. Just a creature of habit was Big O, responding to expected patterns of behavior. The Neeri he'd always known was hedonistic and superficial, interested only in the pleasure of the moment and of no particular threat. His logic matrix expected her to continue this behavior.
+"Okay, so I made a mistake. But you guys never let me out of here!" she whined, sidling closer. "You can't make a Lyo watch sex every day and not get any at all. It makes us crazy. Especially with you waving these things at me all day long," she murmured, stroking one of his arms.
+He ignored her touch, letting her move closer to his core. "They will not allow you to return."
+"Not even as a subject? Throw me in a cell, O. I'll give you the hottest data flow you've ever seen in this place." She straddled the arm and hooked fingers in a groove of his core plating, dragging herself up the thick appendage. It gave her a thrill. After so many fantasies, riding one of his arms and feeling it slide between her pussy lips made her juice flow, but she didn't stop to savor the sensation.
+He was already reaching for her and she didn't have much time. "Inappropriate as always—what are you doing?"
+She'd slid her hand around his head while he spoke, ignoring the arm wrapped around her waist once again. Before he could lift her away, she clawed the plating off the back of his head and plunged her hand inside. "Killing you," she snarled into his visor, ripping his delicate neural netting apart.
+His arms went limp, sliding away from her and crashing to the floor. She eased off his motionless body and leaned over the control panels, shoving dead appendages out of the way. Muttering to herself, she flicked through the holos of the subjects, looking for Adin. He wasn't in the same little white cell. With a hiss of fear, she ran a search, pulling up the security grid at the same time. As she'd warned Ocen and Sasha, the system had registered the loss of its controlling AI and reacted, instituting lockdown procedures. It wasn't in full defensive mode yet, but if she didn't start giving it orchestrator input, all hell would break loose.
+"Ocen," she snapped, racing to stay ahead of the lockdown and keep the corridors open. "Get your scaly ass in here! This thing is freaking out and I don't know if I can—" She bit off the rest with a curse when a distress beacon began to chime. She hurried to kill it, but the system could tell she wasn't its main operator. It put the distress on a delay instead of shutting it down, waiting for the orchestrator to resume normal functions.
+<I am here. Direct me,> Ocen said in her mind.
+"Left corridor to the T-junction, right about ten paces to the lift, down two levels," she rattled off, checking on the search for Adin's location. "They moved him and I don't... okay, here it is. He's in medical..." Her voice faded away, ears ringing and knees unhinging. She had to catch herself on the edge of the control panel but couldn't peel her eyes away from the holo image of Adin, cuffed to a long table with tubes in his arm. Ferocious longing closed her throat, heart thumping with alarm. What had they done to him?
+<Medical? Is he all right?>
+"Yes," she wheezed, scanning through the data. "He's just sedated. He hasn't been cooperating." She stared at the history of their time apart, an ache growing in her chest. He had refused all other females, despite his growing physical distress. The mating burn had driven him to violence, and they'd had to sedate him to prevent injury. <Oh, Adin.> "Straight ahead then to the right," she rasped to Ocen. "Follow the signs."
+Her gaze lingered on his long muscled body, his intricately patterned scales gleaming like sapphire in the lights of medical. He lay still, eyes closed, and Neeri realized she was having trouble breathing. Tearing her eyes away, she went back to fighting the system for control of the facility, trying to ignore how her hands shook. "Ocen, hurry up. I might have to pull the plug on this thing, crash it. It'll get awful dark and weird down there."
+<Define weird.>
+"The cell wall matrices will freeze or fail. It'll be like a maze, plus some of the subjects will be loose. Watch your back. A few of them don't play well with others."
+<Why am I not surprised you worked here?>
+"No time for flattery, Scales. Are you there yet?"
+<Yes.> He paused. <Adin is groggy but conscious.> His mental tone was filled with warmth and worry.
+Neeri spared a glance at the holo display, relieved to see Ocen uncuffing his brother. "Okay, brace yourself. I'm crashing this thing, then coming down to you. We'll climb out together." Neeri activated a kill program she'd hidden in the system long ago, bypassing regular shut down protocols requiring authorization. "You were a bitch and I never liked you," she muttered to the displays, watching to make sure the slaughter was global. The system went down like a gazelle with its throat slashed.
+Darkness swooped in, bringing the silence of mechanical death. The omnipresent hum and vibration of a host of machines disappeared, leaving behind a disconcerting stillness. Power off, lights off, ventilation off. And life support off.
+"Shit," Neeri stated. Then she bolted for the nearest service passage, small ducts used by the maintenance bots to move with swift ease around the facility. With the power out, the lifts wouldn't operate and this was her only way down. "Hey Scales, you still in my head?" she called as she ripped the grate off the shaft and climbed in.
+<Still here.>
+"How are things down there?"
+<Dark and weird.>
+"Hang tight, I'm coming. Try not to breathe much. I crashed everything, including life support. It's going to get uncomfortable in here."
+<Well done,> he responded dryly.
+"Thanks, I give good mayhem. How's Adin?"
+<On his feet. Slow, but moving.>
+Neeri could hear the brotherly concern in his tone and wondered what he wasn't saying about Adin's condition. "Can you find a service shaft?"
+<Not at the moment.>
+Neeri grimaced and didn't ask what he meant. The preoccupation in his mental voice was nerve-wracking enough. She scuttled and slithered through the passages at a breakneck pace, taking a shortcut and dropping levels with jarring force. She grumbled about her new bruises as she worked her way to a grate close to medical. "Okay, I'm pretty much here. Where are you guys?"
+<Busy,> Ocen grunted.
+Her ears caught the violent slap of flesh meeting flesh. Neeri swore hard and shot out of the service shaft, dodging shadowy figures of wandering subjects and sprinting toward the sounds of a fight. She rounded a half-melted wall and then dove out of the way of a flying body. The flyer crashed into the wall with a grunt, but landed on poised feet. With a coughing roar, the figure lunged back the way he'd come.
+Neeri snagged his ankle as he leapt over her. Throwing her weight in a pivoting twist, she knocked him off balance, his considerable bulk crashing to the floor. "Wildcat Bill, you are being a very bad boy," she lectured, facing the riled Lyomedrin male and sliding into a ready crouch.
+His growl was low and menacing, but he rose with easy deliberation. "A Lyo female? Don't think I've had you yet. Just stay out of my way, kitten, and I'll get to you after I put the snakes down."
+Neeri made a disgusted sound and bared her teeth at him. "I guess they didn't pick you for your brains. This place is imploding, and all you want to do is fight and fuck? You're embarrassing me, Bill."
+"That's not my name," he growled, advancing on her.
+She slid around him, spotting the two Ophidians beyond, Ocen propping Adin upright. "I don't care," she snapped at the Lyo. "Go screw something that does."
+He paused and breathed deeply, drawing in her scent. Then he blinked at her in confusion when he smelled her lack of interest. "I thought this was a new game," he said in a lower voice.
+"Party's over. Sex bots are over there. Take your pick and go home, tiger."
+He chuffed at her and shook himself before stalking away on a grumble of discontent. Neeri was warily watching him go when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was about to shred her attacker when she recognized the touch, the drugging scent. "Adin," she gasped before he hauled her up against him and sealed his mouth to hers with an incoherent mental moan of need. She had about three seconds of bliss, barely long enough to register his sweet/spicy flavor and feel his maddening tongue twine around hers, before something ripped her out of his arms.
+"I take this one," a rumbling, cavernous voice said. Neeri twitched in alarm. It was Caveman, a massive, brutish humanoid with very little brain power and a cock big enough to split a female in two. He was dangling her off the floor by a fist in the back of her shirt.
+"Whoa! Cavey, hang on big fella." Neeri twisted in his hold, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one.
+<NO!> Adin's mental shout was enough to give her an aneurysm. <Put her DOWN! NOW!>
+"Ow," the big ox complained, dropping Neeri and clutching his head with both hands. "You hurt my head." Then he swung an arm in a clumsy swipe, his expression more irritated than angry.
+Ocen pulled his swaying brother out of the way and Neeri darted close to them. "Time to go, boys," she hissed and yanked them toward the service shaft. Ocen wrapped an arm around his brother and they shambled after her, slower than she would have liked. But Caveman must have decided to look for a less painful play-toy, shuffling in the opposite direction.
+<Neeri, you're here. You came back. What did you do?>
+Adin's mental touch slid through her mind like ambrosia and fire. She swallowed hard, leading them toward the service way and murmuring over her shoulder, "I sort of broke stuff. Are you all right?"
+<My head is fuzzy. And I... I'm burning. I need... >
+Neeri paused, crouching at the grate to study him. Even in the dark she could see the color swirling in his eyes and the clench and shudder of his muscles. She couldn't see his expression, but distress radiated off him and shivered across her skin. "Adin?"
+Ocen answered her. <It is the mating burn. He needs—well, he needs you. But we don't have time. If we hurry... >
+Neeri hissed in a breath, pressing a hand to the grate to steady herself as heat engulfed her, tightening each of her nipples to hard points and swelling the folds of her pussy to a painful ache. Fluid seeped out of her channel, cooling her flaming lips. She could see the shadow of Adin's heavy erections and it was all she could do not to make a grab for them. "Right, hurry," she croaked and slapped the grate out of the way, diving in like salvation waited at the other end. Adin followed with Ocen behind him.
+She didn't think what it would mean to crawl in front of them, the thick scent of her arousal drenching the air, her skirt too short to mask anything. She heard Adin groan like a dying man and suddenly pictured what he saw, her ass moving in tantalizing arcs, pussy weeping in open invitation. <Oh Stars, Neeri, so sweet.> His mental touch was a maelstrom of hunger.
+She felt his breath fluttering the edge of her skirt and lust stabbed up her spine. She wanted to crash to her knees and elbows, arch her back and present her holes for him to take, hard and fast. She'd never wanted anything so much as she wanted those ridged shafts of silky flesh tunneling deep inside her, sending her to the place he'd found just for her.
+<We need to keep moving,> Ocen reminded them when Neeri paused, teetering dizzily on the edge of a razor-sharp desire.
+Moving? She could barely remember why they were here. Unable to speak, she shifted forward on shaky limbs, trying to be reasonable.
+Adin's tongue tossed reason right out into space. That black devil's toy slithered between her labia, curling around her clit in a flick and rasp. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure. She yelped and dropped right to her knees, torso pitching forward. She barely caught herself before face-planting and wouldn't have felt it if she had. His thick, nimble tongue swirled and dove into her channel, snapping out to stab at her clit with such ruthless demand she saw stars. She spread her thighs as far as they would go and flattened her chest and hot face against the cool metal duct, pressing back against his mouth with a long guttural moan of need.
+<Neeri, my Neeri.>
+"Yes," she sobbed, shuddering as he caught her hips in his cool hands, black claws pressing into her skin. "Please. Adinnnn..."
+His clever tongue swirled and tugged, and her body shattered into climax, her cry vibrating the metal around them. With her body still quivering and contracting on waves of pleasure, Adin surged over her, one arm wrapping like a steel band around her torso. Before she could catch her breath, a cool, thick cockhead pushed between her labia, then drove like a spear into her depths. She shrieked again, clenching around him like a vice, delirious at the fullness and friction of the cool, silky hardness rubbing along her sensitive tissues. He thrust, as hard and fast as she'd dreamed, the second long cock rubbing and slapping against her lips and clit, the smaller third member sliding along the crack of her ass.
+Her body seemed to explode, the world evaporating into a pleasure so vast she lost herself and found him, found Adin, the sweet and ruthless center of everything.
+Eventually reality returned and she heard Ocen, far away at the edges of her awareness. <Stop, please, stop, my brother. You will hurt her. We must go, we must! Please.>
+Adin's breath hissed past her cheek in hard gusts, one arm still holding her tight to his hard-scaled body as he shuddered against her. <Neeri, oh no. Oh, my sweet one, did I hurt you?>
+She snickered a little. "You guys joking?" she slurred and tried to move. Her muscles felt like taffy, loose and unmanageable. "I feel spectacular. Wish we had time for a nap," she mumbled. She turned her head and gave Adin's shadow a sultry smile. He kissed her slow and deep before he eased back, helping her to sit.
+<I know it was needful, but we should hurry.> Ocen urged.
+"Okay, hang on. Trying to remember how to, you know, function." Neeri stretched then rose to a wobbly crouch. "Say, how was the view back there, Scales?"
+<Awkward,> Ocen answered with dry humor. <Sasha tells me she has called in reinforcements. We hope they will be in time to rescue these people.>
+It galvanized her into action. Breathing deep, she eased through the passage at an increasing pace. "Has she spotted any ships yet?"
+<None.>
+"Let's hope we're gone before she does," Neeri muttered. "The bosses might get here before the cavalry."
+Adin prudently kept a short distance between them, though she still felt his mental presence like a caress. <Neeri, how did you do this? How is my brother here?>
+"You know, they had the sun-fried balls to fire me?" she tossed over her shoulder. "I'm not good with rejection. I found Ocen and his mate, and they helped me break back in here. Sad to say, I think my severance is a lost cause."
+<You came for me,> he murmured in her mind with a warm rush of emotion.
+Neeri tensed at the unmistakable color of puppy-love in his tone. "Yeah, look," she said warily, keeping her face turned away. "I would've done it for anybody. This place just isn't healthy." Sex she could handle. Emotional entanglement wasn't her thing. Especially when it was just a crush, sweet but temporary.
+He was quiet, his mental touch withdrawing and leaving a disturbing coolness behind. They climbed to the surface without any further conversation, preserving their strength and air. The quality of the air turned stale and chilly by the time they emerged from the service vent. Luckily, the front doors hadn't closed again and they were able to leave the facility behind without any further hardship.
+Sasha greeted them at the hatch, her features pale and anxious. "Oh, thank god, are you all right?" Then she noticed Adin's fantastic, jewel-like nakedness and three impressive erections arcing toward his belly. She turned bright red. "Holy shit." She turned, eyes darting everywhere but at them. "Uh, hi?"
+Neeri snickered. "Red, this is Adin and his three friends. I haven't named them yet. Any ships on the way?"
+"No," she squeaked and threw Neeri a frown of censure. "What took you so long?"
+"Oh, well..." Neeri glanced down at Adin's delicious cocks and felt her pussy clench hard. Stars Above, she wanted to ride those until it hurt.
+"Never mind," Sasha said, seeing where Neeri's attention had gone. She coughed into her fist and shuffled out of the way. "We should leave now."
+Ocen eased past Neeri and his brother, pausing for a long moment next to Sasha. They gazed into each other's eyes and Neeri would've laid good odds Ocen was licking her up one side and down the other with his poetic tongue, judging by the melting of her soft body toward him. Her brown eyes even glazed a little. Then he brushed his knuckles against her cheek and glided down the passage to the pilot's den.
+Neeri smirked, watching Sasha blink and sway. Leaning on the wall next to her, she purred, "Need me to finish you off, little Red?"
+The blush came back with a vengeance. "Would you stop that?" Sasha exclaimed, glaring at her. "And no, you are never touching me again."
+"Because you hated it?" Neeri mocked her, feeling the ship hum and shift under her feet.
+Sasha folded her arms and hunched her shoulders for a second, before shrugging. "Because I didn't hate it," she grumbled. "You're kind of good at it. But no matter what my body says, I don't want you." She slapped a hand to her chest in emphasis. "So, no. No more touching, Neeri."
+Neeri smiled, amused and rather captivated. "Fair enough. No more touching, until you get over those silly inhibitions of yours and beg me."
+To her surprise and delight, Sasha snickered instead of fluffing up like an outraged kitten. "Dream on, bad kitty." Then she sauntered away, unaware of how much challenge she put in the swing of her hips. Or how much Neeri adored challenges.
+Neeri was studying the little human with a bemused smile when Adin spoke behind her. <You touched my brother's mate?>
+"Hmm? Oh, it was for a good cause."
+<And this male?> He pointed a black claw past her at Ridge, still slumped and snoring in his restraints, pants open and withered dick exposed.
+"Same cause," she responded without looking at him. She saw enough in her peripheral vision, the lights of the ship gleaming across his beautiful deep blue scales. His tantalizing Ophidian musk drifted around her, reminding her of just how good he tasted. "Ridge was your kidnapper," she said to distract herself. And him, if he was peeking in her head. "He deserves a long prison sentence and a girlfriend named Big Eddy, but he got the ride of his life instead."
+Adin hissed and crowded her against the wall. <You laid with this male?> He growled in her mind, possessive fury tinging his tone deep red.
+"No, but I might have," she said with a low growl of her own, hackles rising with annoyance. "I screw who I want. I'm not your mate."
+<The hell you aren't,> he snarled and shoved forward, hips crashing hard against her. Those marvelous cocks pressed furrows into her abdomen, promising all kinds of decadence. She looked into the wild swirl of colors in his eyes, saw the beauty and suffering in his fine-scaled features, felt the hard-muscled strength of his body, and forgot what they were arguing about.
+"I want that tongue again," she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck and tugging him closer, shivering at the cool feel of smooth scales under her fingers. "And then I want this..." She sent him a picture of what she was dying to have, all of him inside her.
+He shuddered from head to toe. <N-Neeri,> he gasped. <I'm still burning. I might hurt you.>
+"Shh, you won't," she whispered and kissed him, tangling her tongue with his in a sultry dance. Hooking a leg over his hip, she ground against those rock-hard ridges with a moan of utter need, wet and dripping already.
+He shredded her shirt, stroking her naked torso with his maddeningly cool fingers, flicking each of her nipples until she keened into his mouth, pleasure shooting through her in sharp sparkles. Bracing against his shoulders, she wrapped her other leg around him, working her pelvis in harder circles. She wanted his tongue flicking over her nipples. She wanted him to suck her clit until she screamed. She wanted to taste his surprisingly sweet cum again, roll his heads around in her mouth like lollipops. She wanted him to claim every hole in her body, driving inside her hard and deep until she was his. She wanted to be his. His mate.
+She jerked back, shaking her head. <No, no, I'm not... > But Adin could read the yes in every other part of her, inside and out. He dropped her on her back in a berth and dove between her thighs, sucking her clit just how she wanted, using his tongue and teeth without mercy until she climaxed hard on a sharp cry, frantic hips rolling. Then he flipped her, tongue working her from this angle, flicking so fast between her clit, pussy, and asshole that she clenched into another orgasm with hardly a pause, breath slamming to a halt in her throat.
+While she was still writhing and whimpering from the shattering pleasure, he tugged her to her knees and worked a round, hard cockhead between her pussy lips, rolling his hips and driving her absolutely mad with the sensation, the head teasing and popping in and out of her hole. She was snarling wordless demands when he shoved deep, wringing a delighted scream from her. Then he pulled back out, worked her slippery fluid up her crack, and slid with agonizing slowness back in, his smaller cock expanding her other hole at the same time.
+Neeri convulsed again, body exploding over and over with insane pleasure. She was so full, and he felt so good, stretching, burning, sliding in and in, then out and out...
+Then she felt a second cockhead push for entry into her pussy and her whole world narrowed to their joining. She wanted this, so badly she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. She wanted all of him inside her, filling her utterly and driving her to heights she couldn't even imagine. It would probably hurt, but she wanted that too, wanted every sensation he could give her. She needed him, a need so huge and hot it was scary, needed him sweet, demanding, claiming... <Adin, oh yes, oh pleeease!>
+Adin froze, shuddering all over. The mating burn sizzled along his bones and muscles, turning his mind to red mist and insanity. It demanded he take her with everything he had, rut in her body like a wild thing. But this was his Neeri, his mate, and he was terrified of hurting her. He tried to block her, but her pleasure licked at him, driving him like a goad, magnifying his own sensations maddeningly. He could feel her need matching his own, but how could she take both his larger cocks in her channel when she fit so perfect and snug around just one?
+She rotated her hips, nearly driving him over the edge with the sweet slide and kiss of her lava-hot tissues around his heads. He growled and clamped his hands on her ass cheeks to hold her still, claws denting her skin. She keened and shivered in his hold, begging and demanding, needing him. Utterly fearless. <My Neeri.>
+He pushed forward into her tightness, hot flesh engulfing his pulsing cocks in sultry welcome. Just inside he had to stop, gritting his teeth and shaking his head in denial of his pleasure while she cried out her own, squeezing and milking him unbearably. He could feel how he stretched her, how pleasure and pain merged with blinding intensity, and he very nearly lost himself. Holding on grimly to his shredding control, he worked deeper, growling like an animal as she writhed under him. He pressed his third aching cock into the pucker of her other entrance.
+She screamed and bucked back against him, driving him in deep. And the world blew away, shredding him with endless pulses of violent pleasure.
+***
+Sasha was feeling pretty proud of herself for learning to handle the crazy cat woman. Neeri wasn't so bad, once she'd learned how to take her endless taunting, learned not to take her so seriously. True, the memory of Neeri's clever fingers almost stroking her to orgasm would always be embarrassing, and hotly stimulating if she was honest, but Neeri's view on sex was very different from Sasha's own. It hadn't embarrassed her to lick Sasha's juice from her fingers; she didn't seem to give it another thought.
+So Sasha had decided to try and relax, lay down a few boundaries, and ignore Neeri's attempts to shock her. Who knew, they might end up friends. She settled outside Ocen's nook, studying his long body with a curl of her lips. Holy hell, he was delicious, strong and limber, his patterned skin endlessly tempting. The thick bulges in his suit made her sweat and squirm. She remembered Adin's astounding three dicks, fine scales gleaming in the light, and let out a dizzy huff of air. If Ocen was built anything like his brother, her future looked bright. Yup, she was feeling pretty good about how things were turning out.
+Until a flash of blue and a snarl caught her attention. She jerked her head around, eyes widening to see Adin pushing Neeri against the wall. Her heart bumped hard in alarm and she almost blurted a warning to Ocen about his brother getting violent, until Neeri climbed him like a tree, kissing him and writhing against him like a cat in heat. Which Sasha supposed she was.
+She looked away, trying not to blush again. Damn it, the woman kept finding new, uncomfortable ways to broaden Sasha's horizons. She glanced at the sleeping Ridge with a grimace and a disgruntled sigh. The Lyo was a serious pain in her ass. Working hard to keep her gaze away from the sultry display, Sasha waited for them to break it up.
+Instead, Ocen's brother ripped the clothes from Neeri's body, tossed her on a recessed bed, and dove between her thighs, eating her out with the ravaging intensity of a plundering pirate, to Neeri's obvious and loud delight.
+Sasha stared for a second with her jaw hanging open before she let out a strangled yelp of shock and spun away from the scene. "Oh my god," she whispered. "Ocen, your brother."
+<I know,> he grated, his tone so rough and intense she did a double take. His long muscles were ridged, fists clenched, jaw tight. She couldn't see his eyes, the pilot helm still lowered. <I am sorry for your discomfort. But you must understand, he is suffering through his first mating burn. I only thank the Stars Neeri is here to help him.>
+"First mating burn?" she said with a quiver in her voice, trying to ignore the wet and wild sounds over her shoulder. The air was filling with the thick smell of sex and lust.
+<When my kind reaches sexual maturity. It is an insatiable fire. Much like what I feel for you now, my sayshin.> He groaned, his forked tongue sliding out and flicking slow and tantalizing in the air. <I taste your need, like sweetest honey. Maddening.>
+She squirmed again, pressing her thighs together to ease the ache between them. Her nipples tightened with teasing flashes of pleasure and she swallowed hard. "I'm—I do want you, but..."
+<Sweet Sasha, I too want to go slowly, to build something strong and beautiful with you. But your need is mine, and you have been teased into such a heady desire.> He shifted on the pilot's couch, hands flexing and clenching into fists again. <Unbearable.>
+"Y-you're not mad? That I'm, you know, turned on?"
+<Lust is natural, sayshin. I am not angry with you. I am only jealous I was not the cause. I so wanted to be the one to touch you, feel your heat and softness, taste the sweetness flowing so freely from your body. Your need tears at me, Sasha. Please, take your pleasure in me.>
+Sasha quivered all over, almost whimpering with lust. Just then Neeri cried out extra loud and Sasha glanced over her shoulder before she could stop herself. The sight was insanely inflaming. Neeri lay chest down, spread and writhing, her face flooded with ecstasy, ass lifted to her scaled lover. Adin loomed behind her like a dark god, clawed hands anchoring her hips, his pelvis working with smooth, ruthless, mind-bending strokes, slippery cocks driving in and out of her quaking body.
+Sasha's mind went blank. Next thing she knew, Ocen's strong hands were lifting her, spreading her like melted chocolate on top of him. He didn't remove their clothing, but her flesh was so sensitive she could almost feel every ridge and vein in the bulge he pressed between her thighs. The bolt of pleasure shooting from her clit to her extremities was so hot and hard she strangled on a squeal.
+<Take your pleasure,> he said in a breathless tone. Helm pushed up on his forehead, eyes flaring with wild color as he watched her, Ocen thrust his hips and shredded any lingering inhibitions. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she writhed and pumped and ground herself into a delirious orgasm, then two, then three, feeling Ocen pulse under her, their shouts mingling and eyes locked together in ecstasy. Oh yes, her future was looking very bright indeed.
+***
+"The facility has been contained. Would you like me to reacquire them, Director?" the man asked as he watched the Ophidian's sleek ship flash away.
+"Not yet. Mark them as Phase Two and set a watcher on them. The Lyo is of particular interest. Her behavior has been unexpected."
+"Yes, Director," the man responded, gritting his teeth a little at the cold logic in the sexless voice. He wasn't thrilled with his job, but they paid extremely well. For financial security, he would ignore the chill he always felt when speaking with his boss. "Cleanup is in progress, the authorities diverted, relocation of the moon in transit. Would you like me to handle the installation of a new orchestrator?"
+"Fine, Agent Epsilon. That would be fine."
+***

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+[ Author: Annie Proulx; Title: Brokeback Mountain; Genre: Romance, Western, Erotica, LGBT ]
+Ennis Del Mar wakes before five, wind rocking the trailer, hissing in around the aluminum door and window frames. The shirts hanging on a nail shudder slightly in the draft. He gets up, scratching the grey wedge of belly and pubic hair, shuffles to the gas burner, pours leftover coffee in a chipped enamel pan; the flame swathes it in blue. He turns on the tap and urinates in the sink, pulls on his shirt and jeans, his worn boots, stamping the heels against the floor to get them full on. The wind booms down the curved length of the trailer and under its roaring passage he can hear the scratching of fine gravel and sand. It could be bad on the highway with the horse trailer. He has to be packed and away from the place that morning. Again the ranch is on the market and they've shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, "Give em to the real estate shark, I'm out a here," dropping the keys in Ennis's hand. He might have to stay with his married daughter until he picks up another job, yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream.
+The stale coffee is boiling up but he catches it before it goes over the side, pours it into a stained cup and blows on the black liquid, lets a panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong. The wind strikes the trailer like a load of dirt coming off a dump truck, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.
+They were raised on small, poor ranches in opposite corners of the state, Jack Twist in Lightning Flat up on the Montana border, Ennis del Mar from around Sage, near the Utah line, both high school dropout country boys with no prospects, brought up to hard work and privation, both rough-mannered, rough-spoken, inured to the stoic life. Ennis, reared by his older brother and sister after their parents drove off the only curve on Dead Horse Road leaving them twenty-four dollars in cash and a two-mortgage ranch, applied at age fourteen for a hardship license that let him make the hour-long trip from the ranch to the high school. The pickup was old, no heater, one windshield wiper and bad tires; when the transmission went there was no money to fix it. He had wanted to be a sophomore, felt the word carried a kind of distinction, but the truck broke down short of it, pitching him directly into ranch work.
+In 1963 when he met Jack Twist, Ennis was engaged to Alma Beers. Both Jack and Ennis claimed to be saving money for a small spread; in Ennis's case that meant a tobacco can with two five-dollar bills inside. That spring, hungry for any job, each had signed up with Farm and Ranch Employment—they came together on paper as herder and camp tender for the same sheep operation north of Signal. The summer range lay above the tree line on Forest Service land on Brokeback Mountain. It would be Jack Twist's second summer on the mountain, Ennis's first. Neither of them was twenty.
+They shook hands in the choky little trailer office in front of a table littered with scribbled papers, a Bakelite ashtray brimming with stubs. The Venetian blinds hung askew and admitted a triangle of white light, the shadow of the foreman's hand moving into it. Joe Aguirre, wavy hair the color of cigarette ash and parted down the middle, gave them his point of view.
+"Forest Service got designated campsites on the allotments. Them camps can be a couple a miles from where we pasture the sheep. Bad predator loss, nobody near lookin after em at night. What I want, camp tender in the main camp where the Forest Service says, but the HERDER"—pointing at Jack with a chop of his hand—"pitch a pup tent on the q.t. with the sheep, out a sight, and he's goin a SLEEP there. Eat supper, breakfast in camp, but SLEEP WITH THE SHEEP, hunderd percent, NO FIRE, don't leave NO SIGN. Roll up that tent every mornin case Forest Service snoops around. Got the dogs, your .30-30, sleep there. Last summer had goddamn near twenty-five percent loss. I don't want that again. YOU," he said to Ennis, taking in the ragged hair, the big nicked hands, the jeans torn, button-gaping shirt, "Fridays twelve noon be down at the bridge with your next week list and mules. Somebody with supplies'll be there in a pick-up." He didn't ask if Ennis had a watch but took a cheap round ticker on a braided cord from a box on a high shelf, wound and set it, tossed it to him as if he weren't worth the reach. "TOMORROW MORNIN we'll truck you up the jump-off." Pair of deuces going nowhere.
+They found a bar and drank beer through the afternoon, Jack telling Ennis about a lightning storm on the mountain the year before that killed forty-two sheep, the peculiar stink of them and the way they bloated, the need for plenty of whiskey up there. He had shot an eagle, he said, turned his head to show the tail feather in his hatband. At first glance Jack seemed fair enough with his curly hair and quick laugh, but for a small man he carried some weight in the haunch and his smile disclosed buckteeth, not pronounced enough to let him eat popcorn out of the neck of a jug, but noticeable. He was infatuated with the rodeo life and fastened his belt with a minor bullriding buckle, but his boots were worn to the quick, holed beyond repair and he was crazy to be somewhere, anywhere else than Lightning Flat.
+Ennis, high-arched nose and narrow face, was scruffy and a little cave-chested, balanced a small torso on long, caliper legs, possessed a muscular and supple body made for the horse and for fighting. His reflexes were uncommonly quick and he was farsighted enough to dislike reading anything except Hamley's saddle catalog.
+The sheep trucks and horse trailers unloaded at the trailhead and a bandy-legged Basque showed Ennis how to pack the mules, two packs and a riding load on each animal ring-lashed with double diamonds and secured with half hitches, telling him, "Don't never order soup. Them boxes a soup are real bad to pack." Three puppies belonging to one of the blue heelers went in a pack basket, the runt inside Jack's coat, for he loved a little dog. Ennis picked out a big chestnut called Cigar Butt to ride, Jack a bay mare who turned out to have a low startle point. The string of spare horses included a mouse-colored grullo whose looks Ennis liked. Ennis and Jack, the dogs, horses and mules, a thousand ewes and their lambs flowed up the trail like dirty water through the timber and out above the tree line into the great flowery meadows and the coursing, endless wind.
+They got the big tent up on the Forest Service's platform, the kitchen and grub boxes secured. Both slept in camp that first night, Jack already bitching about Joe Aguirre's sleep-with-the-sheep-and-no-fire order, though he saddled the bay mare in the dark morning without saying much. Dawn came glassy orange, stained from below by a gelatinous band of pale green. The sooty bulk of the mountain paled slowly until it was the same color as the smoke from Ennis's breakfast fire. The cold air sweetened, banded pebbles and crumbs of soil cast sudden pencil-long shadows and the rearing lodgepole pines below them massed in slabs of somber malachite.
+During the day Ennis looked across a great gulf and sometimes saw Jack, a small dot moving across a high meadow as an insect moves across a tablecloth; Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.
+***
+Jack came lagging in late one afternoon, drank his two bottles of beer cooled in a wet sack on the shady side of the tent, ate two bowls of stew, four of Ennis's stone biscuits, a can of peaches, rolled a smoke, watched the sun drop.
+"I'm commutin four hours a day," he said morosely. "Come in for breakfast, go back to the sheep, evenin get em bedded down, come in for supper, go back to the sheep, spend half the night jumpin up and checkin for coyotes. By rights I should be spendin the night here. Aguirre got no right a make me do this."
+"You want a switch?" said Ennis. "I wouldn't mind herdin. I wouldn't mind sleepin out there."
+"That ain't the point. Point is, we both should be in this camp. And that goddamn pup tent smells like cat piss or worse."
+"Wouldn't mind bein out there."
+"Tell you what, you got a get up a dozen times in the night out there over them coyotes. Happy to switch but give you warnin I can't cook worth a shit. Pretty good with a can opener."
+"Can't be no worse than me, then. Sure, I wouldn't mind a do it."
+They fended off the night for an hour with the yellow kerosene lamp and around ten Ennis rode Cigar Butt, a good night horse, through the glimmering frost back to the sheep, carrying leftover biscuits, a jar of jam and a jar of coffee with him for the next day saying he'd save a trip, stay out until supper.
+"Shot a coyote just first light," he told Jack the next evening, sloshing his face with hot water, lathering up soap and hoping his razor had some cut left in it, while Jack peeled potatoes. "Big son of a bitch. Balls on him size a apples. I bet he'd took a few lambs. Looked like he could a eat a camel. You want some a this hot water? There's plenty."
+"It's all yours."
+"Well, I'm goin a warsh everthing I can reach," he said, pulling off his boots and jeans (no drawers, no socks, Jack noticed), slopping the green washcloth around until the fire spat.
+They had a high-time supper by the fire, a can of beans each, fried potatoes and a quart of whiskey on shares, sat with their backs against a log, boot soles and copper jeans rivets hot, swapping the bottle while the lavender sky emptied of color and the chill air drained down, drinking, smoking cigarettes, getting up every now and then to piss, firelight throwing a sparkle in the arched stream, tossing sticks on the fire to keep the talk going, talking horses and rodeo, roughstock events, wrecks and injuries sustained, the submarine Thresher lost two months earlier with all hands and how it must have been in the last doomed minutes, dogs each had owned and known, the draft, Jack's home ranch where his father and mother held on, Ennis's family place folded years ago after his folks died, the older brother in Signal and a married sister in Casper. Jack said his father had been a pretty well known bullrider years back but kept his secrets to himself, never gave Jack a word of advice, never came once to see Jack ride, though he had put him on the woolies when he was a little kid. Ennis said the kind of riding that interested him lasted longer than eight seconds and had some point to it. Money's a good point, said Jack, and Ennis had to agree. They were respectful of each other's opinions, each glad to have a companion where none had been expected. Ennis, riding against the wind back to the sheep in the treacherous, drunken light, thought he'd never had such a good time, felt he could paw the white out of the moon.
+The summer went on and they moved the herd to new pasture, shifted the camp; the distance between the sheep and the new camp was greater and the night ride longer. Ennis rode easy, sleeping with his eyes open, but the hours he was away from the sheep stretched out and out. Jack pulled a squalling burr out of the harmonica, flattened a little from a fall off the skittish bay mare, and Ennis had a good raspy voice; a few nights they mangled their way through some songs. Ennis knew the salty words to "Strawberry Roan." Jack tried a Carl Perkins song, bawling "what I say-ay-ay," but he favored a sad hymn, "Water-Walking Jesus," learned from his mother who believed in the Pentecost, that he sang at dirge slowness, setting off distant coyote yips.
+"Too late to go out to them damn sheep," said Ennis, dizzy drunk on all fours one cold hour when the moon had notched past two. The meadow stones glowed white-green and a flinty wind worked over the meadow, scraped the fire low, then ruffled it into yellow silk sashes. "Got you a extra blanket I'll roll up out here and grab forty winks, ride out at first light."
+"Freeze your ass off when that fire dies down. Better off sleepin in the tent."
+"Doubt I'll feel nothin." But he staggered under canvas, pulled his boots off, snored on the ground cloth for a while, woke Jack with the clacking of his jaw.
+"Jesus Christ, quit hammerin and get over here. Bedroll's big enough," said Jack in an irritable sleep-clogged voice. It was big enough, warm enough, and in a little while they deepened their intimacy considerably. Ennis ran full-throttle on all roads whether fence mending or money spending, and he wanted none of it when Jack seized his left hand and brought it to his erect cock. Ennis jerked his hand away as though he'd touched fire, got to his knees, unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants down, hauled Jack onto all fours and, with the help of the clear slick and a little spit, entered him, nothing he'd done before but no instruction manual needed. They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of breath and Jack's choked "gun's goin off," then out, down, and asleep.
+Ennis woke in red dawn with his pants around his knees, a top-grade headache, and Jack butted against him; without saying anything about it both knew how it would go for the rest of the summer, sheep be damned.
+As it did go. They never talked about the sex, let it happen, at first only in the tent at night, then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down, and at evening in the fire glow, quick, rough, laughing and snorting, no lack of noises, but saying not a goddamn word except once Ennis said, "I'm not no queer," and Jack jumped in with "Me neither. A one-shot thing. Nobody's business but ours." There were only the two of them on the mountain flying in the euphoric, bitter air, looking down on the hawk's back and the crawling lights of vehicles on the plain below, suspended above ordinary affairs and distant from tame ranch dogs barking in the dark hours. They believed themselves invisible, not knowing Joe Aguirre had watched them through his 10x42 binoculars for ten minutes one day, waiting until they'd buttoned up their jeans, waiting until Ennis rode back to the sheep, before bringing up the message that Jack's people had sent word that his uncle Harold was in the hospital with pneumonia and expected not to make it. Though he did, and Aguirre came up again to say so, fixing Jack with his bold stare, not bothering to dismount.
+In August Ennis spent the whole night with Jack in the main camp and in a blowy hailstorm the sheep took off west and got among a herd in another allotment. There was a damn miserable time for five days, Ennis and a Chilean herder with no English trying to sort them out, the task almost impossible as the paint brands were worn and faint at this late season. Even when the numbers were right Ennis knew the sheep were mixed. In a disquieting way everything seemed mixed.
+The first snow came early, on August thirteenth, piling up a foot, but was followed by a quick melt. The next week Joe Aguirre sent word to bring them down—another, bigger storm was moving in from the Pacific—and they packed in the game and moved off the mountain with the sheep, stones rolling at their heels, purple cloud crowding in from the west and the metal smell of coming snow pressing them on. The mountain boiled with demonic energy, glazed with flickering broken-cloud light, the wind combed the grass and drew from the damaged krummholz and slit rock a bestial drone. As they descended the slope Ennis felt he was in a slow-motion, but headlong, irreversible fall.
+Joe Aguirre paid them, said little. He had looked at the milling sheep with a sour expression, said, "Some a these never went up there with you." The count was not what he'd hoped for either. Ranch stiffs never did much of a job.
+***
+"You goin a do this next summer?" said Jack to Ennis in the street, one leg already up in his green pickup. The wind was gusting hard and cold.
+"Maybe not." A dust plume rose and hazed the air with fine grit and he squinted against it. "Like I said, Alma and me's gettin married in December. Try to get somethin on a ranch. You?" He looked away from Jack's jaw, bruised blue from the hard punch Ennis had thrown him on the last day.
+"If nothin better comes along. Thought some about going back up to my daddy's place, give him a hand over the winter, then maybe head out for Texas in the spring. If the draft don't get me."
+"Well, see you around, I guess." The wind tumbled an empty feed bag down the street until it fetched up under his truck.
+"Right," said Jack, and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.
+***
+In December Ennis married Alma Beers and had her pregnant by mid-January. He picked up a few short-lived ranch jobs, then settled in as a wrangler on the old Elwood Hi-Top place north of Lost Cabin in Washakie County. He was still working there in September when Alma Jr., as he called his daughter, was born and their bedroom was full of the smell of old blood and milk and baby shit, and the sounds were of squalling and sucking and Alma's sleepy groans, all reassuring of fecundity and life's continuance to one who worked with livestock.
+When the Hi-Top folded they moved to a small apartment in Riverton up over a laundry. Ennis got on the highway crew, tolerating it but working weekends at the Rafter B in exchange for keeping his horses out there. The second girl was born and Alma wanted to stay in town near the clinic because the child had an asthmatic wheeze.
+"Ennis, please, no more damn lonesome ranches for us," she said, sitting on his lap, wrapping her thin, freckled arms around him. "Let's get a place here in town?"
+"I guess," said Ennis, slipping his hand up her blouse sleeve and stirring the silky armpit hair, then easing her down, fingers moving up her ribs to the jelly breast, over the round belly and knee and up into the wet gap all the way to the north pole or the equator depending which way you thought you were sailing, working at it until she shuddered and bucked against his hand and he rolled her over, did quickly what she hated. They stayed in the little apartment which he favored because it could be left at any time.
+***
+The fourth summer since Brokeback Mountain came on and in June Ennis had a general delivery letter from Jack Twist, the first sign of life in all that time.
+Friend this letter is a long time over due. Hope you get it. Heard you was in Riverton. I'm coming thru on the 24th, thought Id stop and buy you a beer. Drop me a line if you can, say if your there.
+The return address was Childress, Texas. Ennis wrote back, you bet, gave the Riverton address.
+The day was hot and clear in the morning, but by noon the clouds had pushed up out of the west rolling a little sultry air before them. Ennis, wearing his best shirt, white with wide black stripes, didn't know what time Jack would get there and so had taken the day off, paced back and forth, looking down into a street pale with dust. Alma was saying something about taking his friend to the Knife & Fork for supper instead of cooking it was so hot, if they could get a baby-sitter, but Ennis said more likely he'd just go out with Jack and get drunk. Jack was not a restaurant type, he said, thinking of the dirty spoons sticking out of the cans of cold beans balanced on the log.
+Late in the afternoon, thunder growling, that same old green pickup rolled in and he saw Jack get out of the truck, beat-up Resistol tilted back. A hot jolt scalded Ennis and he was out on the landing pulling the door closed behind him. Jack took the stairs two and two. They seized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then, and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together, and hard, Jack's big teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the door opening and Alma looking out for a few seconds at Ennis's straining shoulders and shutting the door again and still they clinched, pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on each other's toes until they pulled apart to breathe and Ennis, not big on endearments, said what he said to his horses and daughters, little darlin.
+The door opened again a few inches and Alma stood in the narrow light.
+What could he say? "Alma, this is Jack Twist, Jack, my wife Alma." His chest was heaving. He could smell Jack—the intensely familiar odor of cigarettes, musky sweat and a faint sweetness like grass, and with it the rushing cold of the mountain. "Alma," he said, "Jack and me ain't seen each other in four years." As if it were a reason. He was glad the light was dim on the landing but did not turn away from her.
+"Sure enough," said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she had seen. Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a white sheet waving and the baby cried.
+"You got a kid?" said Jack. His shaking hand grazed Ennis's hand, electrical current snapped between them.
+"Two little girls," Ennis said. "Alma Jr. and Francine. Love them to pieces." Alma's mouth twitched.
+"I got a boy," said Jack. "Eight months old. Tell you what, I married a cute little old Texas girl down in Childress—Lureen." From the vibration of the floorboard on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking.
+"Alma," he said. "Jack and me is goin out and get a drink Might not get back tonight, we get drinkin and talkin."
+"Sure enough," Alma said, taking a dollar bill from her pocket. Ennis guessed she was going to ask him to get her a pack of cigarettes, bring him back sooner.
+"Please to meet you," said Jack, trembling like a run-out horse.
+"Ennis—" said Alma in her misery voice, but that didn't slow him down on the stairs and he called back, "Alma, you want smokes there's some in the pocket a my blue shirt in the bedroom."
+They went off in Jack's truck, bought a bottle of whiskey and within twenty minutes were in the Motel Siesta jouncing a bed. A few handfuls of hail rattled against the window followed by rain and slippery wind banging the unsecured door of the next room then and through the night.
+***
+The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap. Ennis lay spread-eagled, spent and wet, breathing deep, still half tumescent, Jack blowing forceful cigarette clouds like whale spouts, and Jack said, "Christ, it got a be all that time a yours ahorseback makes it so goddamn good. We got to talk about this. Swear to god I didn't know we was goin a get into this again—yeah, I did. Why I'm here. I fuckin knew it. Redlined all the way, couldn't get here fast enough."
+"I didn't know where in the hell you was," said Ennis. "Four years. I about give up on you. I figured you was sore about that punch."
+"Friend," said Jack, "I was in Texas rodeoin. How I met Lureen. Look over on that chair."
+On the back of the soiled orange chair he saw the shine of a buckle. "Bullridin?"
+"Yeah. I made three fuckin thousand dollars that year. Fuckin starved. Had to borrow everthing but a toothbrush from other guys. Drove grooves across Texas. Half the time under that cunt truck fixin it. Anyway, I didn't never think about losin. Lureen? There's some serious money there. Her old man's got it. Got this farm machinery business. Course he don't let her have none a the money, and he hates my fuckin guts, so it's a hard go now but one a these days—"
+"Well, you're goin a go where you look. Army didn't get you?" The thunder sounded far to the east, moving from them in its red wreaths of light.
+"They can't get no use out a me. Got some crushed vertebrates. And a stress fracture, the arm bone here, you know how bullridin you're always leverin it off your thigh?—she gives a little ever time you do it. Even if you tape it good you break it a little goddamn bit at a time. Tell you what, hurts like a bitch afterwards. Had a busted leg. Busted in three places. Come off the bull and it was a big bull with a lot a drop, he got rid a me in about three flat and he come after me and he was sure faster. Lucky enough. Friend a mine got his oil checked with a horn dipstick and that was all she wrote. Bunch a other things, fuckin busted ribs, sprains and pains, torn ligaments. See, it ain't like it was in my daddy's time. It's guys with money go to college, trained athaletes. You got a have some money to rodeo now. Lureen's old man wouldn't give me a dime if I dropped it, except one way. And I know enough about the game now so I see that I ain't never goin a be on the bubble. Other reasons. I'm gettin out while I still can walk."
+Ennis pulled Jack's hand to his mouth, took a hit from the cigarette, exhaled. "Sure as hell seem in one piece to me. You know, I was sittin up here all that time tryin to figure out if I was—? I know I ain't. I mean here we both got wives and kids, right? I like doin it with women, yeah, but Jesus H., ain't nothin like this. I never had no thoughts a doin it with another guy except I sure wrang it out a hunderd times thinkin about you. You do it with other guys? Jack?"
+"Shit no," said Jack, who had been riding more than bulls, not rolling his own. "You know that. Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain't over. We got a work out what the fuck we're goin a do now."
+"That summer," said Ennis. "When we split up after we got paid out I had gut cramps so bad I pulled over and tried to puke, thought I ate somethin bad at that place in Dubois. Took me about a year a figure out it was that I shouldn't a let you out a my sights. Too late then by a long, long while."
+"Friend," said Jack. "We got us a fuckin situation here. Got a figure out what to do."
+"I doubt there's nothin now we can do," said Ennis. "What I'm sayin, Jack, I built a life up in them years. Love my little girls. Alma? It ain't her fault. You got your baby and wife, that place in Texas. You and me can't hardly be decent together if what happened back there"—he jerked his head in the direction of the apartment—"grabs on us like that. We do that in the wrong place we'll be dead. There's no reins on this one. It scares the piss out a me."
+"Got to tell you, friend, maybe somebody seen us that summer. I was back there the next June, thinkin about goin back—I didn't, lit out for Texas instead—and Joe Aguirre's in the office and he says to me, he says, 'You boys found a way to make the time pass up there, didn't you,' and I give him a look but when I went out I seen he had a big-ass pair a binoculars hangin off his rearview." He neglected to add that the foreman had leaned back in his squeaky wooden tilt chair, said, Twist, you guys wasn't gettin paid to leave the dogs baby-sit the sheep while you stemmed the rose, and declined to rehire him. He went on, "Yeah, that little punch a yours surprised me. I never figured you to throw a dirty punch."
+"I come up under my brother K.E., three years older'n me, slugged me silly ever day. Dad got tired a me come bawlin in the house and when I was about six he set me down and says, Ennis, you got a problem and you got a fix it or it's gonna be with you until you're ninety and K.E.'s ninety-three. Well, I says, he's bigger'n me. Dad says, you got a take him unawares, don't say nothin to him, make him feel some pain, get out fast and keep doin it until he takes the message. Nothin like hurtin somebody to make him hear good. So I did. I got him in the outhouse, jumped him on the stairs, come over to his pillow in the night while he was sleepin and pasted him damn good. Took about two days. Never had trouble with K.E. since. The lesson was, don't say nothin and get it over with quick." A telephone rang in the next room, rang on and on, stopped abruptly in mid-peal.
+"You won't catch me again," said Jack. "Listen. I'm thinkin, tell you what, if you and me had a little ranch together, little cow and calf operation, your horses, it'd be some sweet life. Like I said, I'm gettin out a rodeo. I ain't no broke-dick rider but I don't got the bucks a ride out this slump I'm in and I don't got the bones a keep gettin wrecked. I got it figured, got this plan, Ennis, how we can do it, you and me. Lureen's old man, you bet he'd give me a bunch if I'd get lost. Already more or less said it—"
+"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It ain't goin a be that way. We can't. I'm stuck with what I got, caught in my own loop. Can't get out of it. Jack, I don't want a be like them guys you see around sometimes. And I don't want a be dead. There was these two old guys ranched together down home, Earl and Rich—Dad would pass a remark when he seen them. They was a joke even though they was pretty tough old birds. I was what, nine years old and they found Earl dead in a irrigation ditch. They'd took a tire iron to him, spurred him up, drug him around by his dick until it pulled off, just bloody pulp. What the tire iron done looked like pieces a burned tomatoes all over him, nose tore down from skiddin on gravel."
+"You seen that?"
+"Dad made sure I seen it. Took me to see it. Me and K.E. Dad laughed about it. Hell, for all I know he done the job. If he was alive and was to put his head in that door right now you bet he'd go get his tire iron. Two guys livin together? No. All I can see is we get together once in a while way the hell out in the back a nowhere—"
+"How much is once in a while?" said Jack. "Once in a while ever four fuckin years?"
+"No," said Ennis, forbearing to ask whose fault that was. "I goddamn hate it that you're goin a drive away in the mornin and I'm goin back to work. But if you can't fix it you got a stand it," he said. "Shit. I been lookin at people on the street. This happen a other people? What the hell do they do?"
+"It don't happen in Wyomin and if it does I don't know what they do, maybe go to Denver," said Jack, sitting up, turning away from him, "and I don't give a flyin fuck. Son of a bitch, Ennis, take a couple days off Right now. Get us out a here. Throw your stuff in the back a my truck and let's get up in the mountains. Couple a days. Call Alma up and tell her you're goin. Come on, Ennis, you just shot my airplane out a the sky—give me somethin a go on. This ain't no little thing that's happenin here."
+The hollow ringing began again in the next room, and as if he were answering it, Ennis picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed his own number.
+***
+A slow corrosion worked between Ennis and Alma, no real trouble, just widening water. She was working at a grocery store clerk job, saw she'd always have to work to keep ahead of the bills on what Ennis made. Alma asked Ennis to use rubbers because she dreaded another pregnancy. He said no to that, said he would be happy to leave her alone if she didn't want any more of his kids. Under her breath she said, "I'd have em if you'd support em." And under that, thought, anyway, what you like to do don't make too many babies.
+Her resentment opened out a little every year: the embrace she had glimpsed, Ennis's fishing trips once or twice a year with Jack Twist and never a vacation with her and the girls, his disinclination to step out and have any fun, his yearning for low-paid, long-houred ranch work, his propensity to roll to the wall and sleep as soon as he hit the bed, his failure to look for a decent permanent job with the county or the power company, put her in a long, slow dive and when Alma Jr. was nine and Francine seven she said, what am I doin hangin around with him, divorced Ennis and married the Riverton grocer.
+Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on here and there, not getting much ahead but glad enough to be around stock again, free to drop things, quit if he had to, and go into the mountains at short notice. He had no serious hard feelings, just a vague sense of getting shortchanged, and showed it was all right by taking Thanksgiving dinner with Alma and her grocer and the kids, sitting between his girls and talking horses to them, telling jokes, trying not to be a sad daddy. After the pie Alma got him off in the kitchen, scraped the plates and said she worried about him and he ought to get married again. He saw she was pregnant, about four, five months, he guessed.
+"Once burned," he said, leaning against the counter, feeling too big for the room.
+"You still go fishin with that Jack Twist?"
+"Some." He thought she'd take the pattern off the plate with the scraping.
+"You know," she said, and from her tone he knew something was coming, "I used to wonder how come you never brought any trouts home. Always said you caught plenty. So one time I got your creel case open the night before you went on one a your little trips—price tag still on it after five years—and I tied a note on the end of the line. It said, hello Ennis, bring some fish home, love, Alma. And then you come back and said you'd caught a bunch a browns and ate them up. Remember? I looked in the case when I got a chance and there was my note still tied there and that line hadn't touched water in its life." As though the word "water" had called out its domestic cousin she twisted the faucet, sluiced the plates.
+"That don't mean nothin."
+"Don't lie, don't try to fool me, Ennis. I know what it means. Jack Twist? Jack Nasty. You and him—"
+She'd overstepped his line. He seized her wrist; tears sprang and rolled, a dish clattered.
+"Shut up," he said. "Mind your own business. You don't know nothin about it."
+"I'm goin a yell for Bill."
+"You fuckin go right ahead. Go on and fuckin yell. I'll make him eat the fuckin floor and you too." He gave another wrench that left her with a burning bracelet, shoved his hat on backwards and slammed out. He went to the Black and Blue Eagle bar that night, got drunk, had a short dirty fight and left. He didn't try to see his girls for a long time, figuring they would look him up when they got the sense and years to move out from Alma.
+***
+They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and hams, Ennis stayed as lean as a clothes-pole, stepped around in worn boots, jeans and shirts summer and winter, added a canvas coat in cold weather. A benign growth appeared on his eyelid and gave it a drooping appearance, a broken nose healed crooked.
+Years on years they worked their way through the high meadows and mountain drainages, horse-spacking into the Big Horns, Medicine Bows, south end of the Gallatins, Absarokas, Granites, Owl Creeks, the Bridger-Teton Range, the Freezeouts and the Shirleys, Ferrises and the Rattlesnakes, Salt River Range, into the Wind Rivers over and again, the Sierra Madres, Gros Ventres, the Washakies, Laramies, but never returning to Brokeback.
+Down in Texas Jack's father-in-law died and Lureen, who inherited the farm equipment business, showed a skill for management and hard deals. Jack found himself with a vague managerial title, traveling to stock and agricultural machinery shows. He had some money now and found ways to spend it on his buying trips. A little Texas accent flavored his sentences, "cow" twisted into "kyow" and "wife" coming out as "waf." He'd had his front teeth filed down and capped, said he'd felt no pain, and to finish the job grew a heavy mustache.
+***
+In May of 1983 they spent a few cold days at a series of little icebound, no-name high lakes, then worked across into the Hail Strew River drainage.
+Going up, the day was fine but the trail deep-drifted and slopping wet at the margins. They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through brittle branchwood, Jack, the same eagle feather in his old hat, lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses' hooves. Ennis, weather-eyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up on such a day but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might drown looking up.
+Around three they swung through a narrow pass to a southeast slope where the strong spring sun had had a chance to work, dropped down to the trail again which lay snowless below them. They could hear the river muttering and making a distant train sound a long way off. Twenty minutes on they surprised a black bear on the bank above them rolling a log over for grubs and Jack's horse shied and reared, Jack saying "Wo! Wo!" and Ennis's bay dancing and snorting but holding. Jack reached for the .30-06 but there was no need; the startled bear galloped into the trees with the lumpish gait that made it seem it was falling apart.
+The tea-colored river ran fast with snowmelt, a scarf of bubbles at every high rock, pools and setbacks streaming. The ochre-branched willows swayed stiffly, pollened catkins like yellow thumbprints. The horses drank and Jack dismounted, scooped icy water up in his hand, crystalline drops falling from his fingers, his mouth and chin glistening with wet.
+"Get beaver fever doin that," said Ennis, then, "Good enough place," looking at the level bench above the river, two or three fire-rings from old hunting camps. A sloping meadow rose behind the bench, protected by a stand of lodgepole. There was plenty of dry wood. They set up camp without saying much, picketed the horses in the meadow. Jack broke the seal on a bottle of whiskey, took a long, hot swallow, exhaled forcefully, said, "That's one a the two things I need right now," capped and tossed it to Ennis.
+On the third morning there were the clouds Ennis had expected, a grey racer out of the west, a bar of darkness driving wind before it and small flakes. It faded after an hour into tender spring snow that heaped wet and heavy. By nightfall it turned colder. Jack and Ennis passed a joint back and forth, the fire burning late, Jack restless and bitching about the cold, poking the flames with a stick, twisting the dial of the transistor radio until the batteries died.
+Ennis said he'd been putting the blocks to a woman who worked part-time at the Wolf Ears bar in Signal where he was working now for Stoutamire's cow and calf outfit, but it wasn't going anywhere and she had some problems he didn't want. Jack said he'd had a thing going with the wife of a rancher down the road in Childress and for the last few months he'd slank around expecting to get shot by Lureen or the husband, one. Ennis laughed a little and said he probably deserved it. Jack said he was doing all right but he missed Ennis bad enough sometimes to make him whip babies.
+The horses nickered in the darkness beyond the fire's circle of light. Ennis put his arm around Jack, pulled him close, said he saw his girls about once a month, Alma Jr. a shy seventeen-year-old with his beanpole length, Francine a little live wire. Jack slid his cold hand between Ennis's legs, said he was worried about his boy who was, no doubt about it, dyslexic or something, couldn't get anything right, fifteen years old and couldn't hardly read, he could see it though goddamn Lureen wouldn't admit to it and pretended the kid was o.k., refused to get any bitchin kind a help about it. He didn't know what the fuck the answer was. Lureen had the money and called the shots.
+"I used a want a boy for a kid," said Ennis, undoing buttons, "but just got little girls."
+"I didn't want none a either kind," said Jack. "But fuck-all has worked the way I wanted. Nothin never come to my hand the right way." Without getting up he threw deadwood on the fire, the sparks flying up with their truths and lies, a few hot points of fire landing on their hands and faces, not for the first time, and they rolled down into the dirt. One thing never changed: the brilliant charge of their infrequent couplings was darkened by the sense of time flying, never enough time, never enough.
+A day or two later in the trailhead parking lot, horses loaded into the trailer, Ennis was ready to head back to Signal, Jack up to Lightning Flat to see the old man. Ennis leaned into Jack's window, said what he'd been putting off the whole week, that likely he couldn't get away again until November after they'd shipped stock and before winter feeding started.
+"November. What in hell happened a August? Tell you what, we said August, nine, ten days. Christ, Ennis! Whyn't you tell me this before? You had a fuckin week to say some little word about it. And why's it we're always in the friggin cold weather? We ought a do somethin. We ought a go south. We ought a go to Mexico one day."
+"Mexico? Jack, you know me. All the travelin I ever done is goin around the coffeepot lookin for the handle. And I'll be runnin the baler all August, that's what's the matter with August. Lighten up, Jack. We can hunt in November, kill a nice elk. Try if I can get Don Wroe's cabin again. We had a good time that year."
+"You know, friend, this is a goddamn bitch of a unsatisfactory situation. You used a come away easy. It's like seein the pope now."
+"Jack, I got a work. Them earlier days I used a quit the jobs. You got a wife with money, a good job. You forget how it is bein broke all the time. You ever hear a child support? I been payin out for years and got more to go. Let me tell you, I can't quit this one. And I can't get the time off. It was tough gettin this time—some a them late heifers is still calvin. You don't leave then. You don't. Stoutamire is a hell-raiser and he raised hell about me takin the week. I don't blame him. He probly ain't got a night's sleep since I left. The trade-off was August. You got a better idea?"
+"I did once." The tone was bitter and accusatory.
+Ennis said nothing, straightened up slowly, rubbed at his forehead; a horse stamped inside the trailer. He walked to his truck, put his hand on the trailer, said something that only the horses could hear, turned and walked back at a deliberate pace.
+"You been a Mexico, Jack?" Mexico was the place. He'd heard. He was cutting fence now, trespassing in the shoot-em zone.
+"Hell yes, I been. Where's the fuckin problem?" Braced for it all these years and here it came, late and unexpected.
+"I got a say this to you one time, Jack, and I ain't foolin. What I don't know," said Ennis, "all them things I don't know could get you killed if I should come to know them."
+"Try this one," said Jack, "and I'll say it just one time. Tell you what, we could a had a good life together, a fuckin real good life. You wouldn't do it, Ennis, so what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everthing built on that. It's all we got, boy, fuckin all, so I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest. Count the damn few times we been together in twenty years. Measure the fuckin short leash you keep me on, then ask me about Mexico and then tell me you'll kill me for needin it and not hardly never gettin it. You got no fuckin idea how bad it gets. I'm not you. I can't make it on a couple a high-altitude fucks once or twice a year. You're too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch. I wish I knew how to quit you."
+Like vast clouds of steam from thermal springs in winter the years of things unsaid and now unsayable—admissions, declarations, shames, guilts, fears—rose around them. Ennis stood as if heart-shot, face grey and deep-lined, grimacing, eyes screwed shut, fists clenched, legs caving, hit the ground on his knees.
+"Jesus," said Jack. "Ennis?" But before he was out of the truck, trying to guess if it was heart attack or the overflow of an incendiary rage, Ennis was back on his feet and somehow, as a coat hanger is straightened to open a locked car and then bent again to its original shape, they torqued things almost to where they had been, for what they'd said was no news. Nothing ended, nothing begun, nothing resolved.
+***
+What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger.
+They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock. The minutes ticked by from the round watch in Ennis's pocket, from the sticks in the fire settling into coals. Stars bit through the wavy heat layers above the fire. Ennis's breath came slow and quiet, he hummed, rocked a little in the sparklight and Jack leaned against the steady heartbeat, the vibrations of the humming like faint electricity and, standing, he fell into sleep that was not sleep but something else drowsy and tranced until Ennis, dredging up a rusty but still useable phrase from the childhood time before his mother died, said, "Time to hit the hay, cowboy. I got a go. Come on, you're sleepin on your feet like a horse," and gave Jack a shake, a push, and went off in the darkness. Jack heard his spurs tremble as he mounted, the words "see you tomorrow," and the horse's shuddering snort, grind of hoof on stone.
+Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see nor feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they'd never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.
+***
+Ennis didn't know about the accident for months until his postcard to Jack saying that November still looked like the first chance came back stamped DECEASED. He called Jack's number in Childress, something he had done only once before when Alma divorced him and Jack had misunderstood the reason for the call, had driven twelve hundred miles north for nothing. This would be all right, Jack would answer, had to answer. But he did not. It was Lureen and she said who? who is this? and when he told her again she said in a level voice yes, Jack was pumping up a flat on the truck out on a back road when the tire blew up. The bead was damaged somehow and the force of the explosion slammed the rim into his face, broke his nose and jaw and knocked him unconscious on his back. By the time someone came along he had drowned in his own blood.
+No, he thought, they got him with the tire iron.
+"Jack used to mention you," she said. "You're the fishing buddy or the hunting buddy, I know that. Would have let you know," she said, "but I wasn't sure about your name and address. Jack kept most a his friends' addresses in his head. It was a terrible thing. He was only thirty-nine years old."
+The huge sadness of the northern plains rolled down on him. He didn't know which way it was, the tire iron or a real accident, blood choking down Jack's throat and nobody to turn him over. Under the wind drone he heard steel slamming off bone, the hollow chatter of a settling tire rim.
+"He buried down there?" He wanted to curse her for letting Jack die on the dirt road.
+The little Texas voice came slip-sliding down the wire. "We put a stone up. He use to say he wanted to be cremated, ashes scattered on Brokeback Mountain. I didn't know where that was. So he was cremated, like he wanted, and like I say, half his ashes was interred here, and the rest I sent up to his folks. I thought Brokeback Mountain was around where he grew up. But knowing Jack, it might be some pretend place where the bluebirds sing and there's a whiskey spring."
+"We herded sheep on Brokeback one summer," said Ennis. He could hardly speak.
+"Well, he said it was his place. I thought he meant to get drunk. Drink whiskey up there. He drank a lot."
+"His folks still up in Lightnin Flat?"
+"Oh yeah. They'll be there until they die. I never met them. They didn't come down for the funeral. You get in touch with them. I suppose they'd appreciate it if his wishes was carried out."
+No doubt about it, she was polite but the little voice was cold as snow.
+***
+The road to Lightning Flat went through desolate country past a dozen abandoned ranches distributed over the plain at eight-and ten-mile intervals, houses sitting blank-eyed in the weeds, corral fences down. The mailbox read John C. Twist. The ranch was a meagre little place, leafy spurge taking over. The stock was too far distant for him to see their condition, only that they were black baldies. A porch stretched across the front of the tiny brown stucco house, four rooms, two down, two up.
+Ennis sat at the kitchen table with Jack's father. Jack's mother, stout and careful in her movements as though recovering from an operation, said, "Want some coffee, don't you? Piece a cherry cake?"
+"Thank you, ma'am, I'll take a cup a coffee but I can't eat no cake just now."
+The old man sat silent, his hands folded on the plastic tablecloth, staring at Ennis with an angry, knowing expression. Ennis recognized in him a not uncommon type with the hard need to be the stud duck in the pond. He couldn't see much of Jack in either one of them, took a breath.
+"I feel awful bad about Jack. Can't begin to say how bad I feel. I knew him a long time. I come by to tell you that if you want me to take his ashes up there on Brokeback like his wife says he wanted I'd be proud to."
+There was a silence. Ennis cleared his throat but said nothing more.
+The old man said, "Tell you what, I know where Brokeback Mountain is. He thought he was too goddamn special to be buried in the family plot."
+Jack's mother ignored this, said, "He used a come home every year, even after he was married and down in Texas, and help his daddy on the ranch for a week, fix the gates and mow and all. I kept his room like it was when he was a boy and I think he appreciated that. You are welcome to go up in his room if you want."
+The old man spoke angrily. "I can't get no help out here. Jack used a say, 'Ennis del Mar' he used a say, 'I' goin a bring him up here one a these days and we'll lick this damn ranch into shape.' He had some half-baked idea the two a you was goin a move up here, build a log cabin and help me run this ranch and bring it up. Then, this spring he's got another one's goin a come up here with him and build a place and help run the ranch, some ranch neighbor a his from down in Texas. He's goin a split up with his wife and come back here. So he says. But like most a Jack's ideas it never come to pass."
+So now he knew it had been the tire iron. He stood up, said, you bet he'd like to see Jack's room, recalled one of Jack's stories about this old man. Jack was dick-clipped and the old man was not; it bothered the son who had discovered the anatomical disconformity during a hard scene. He had been about three or four, he said, always late getting to the toilet, struggling with buttons, the seat, the height of the thing and often as not left the surroundings sprinkled down. The old man blew up about it and this one time worked into a crazy rage. "Christ, he licked the stuffin out a me, knocked me down on the bathroom floor, whipped me with his belt. I thought he was killin me. Then he says, 'You want a know what it's like with piss all over the place? I'll learn you,' and he pulls it out and lets go all over me, soaked me, then he throws a towel at me and makes me mop up the floor, take my clothes off and warsh them in the bathtub, warsh out the towel, I'm bawlin and blub-berin. But while he was hosin me down I seen he had some extra material that I was missin. I seen they'd cut me different like you'd crop a ear or scorch a brand. No way to get it right with him after that."
+The bedroom, at the top of a steep stair that had its own climbing rhythm, was tiny and hot, afternoon sun pounding through the west window, hitting the narrow boy's bed against the wall, an ink-stained desk and wooden chair, a b.b. gun in a hand-whittled rack over the bed. The window looked down on the gravel road stretching south and it occurred to him that for his growing-up years that was the only road Jack knew. An ancient magazine photograph of some dark-haired movie star was taped to the wall beside the bed, the skin tone gone magenta. He could hear Jack's mother downstairs running water, filling the kettle and setting it back on the stove, asking the old man a muffled question.
+The closet was a shallow cavity with a wooden rod braced across, a faded cretonne curtain on a string closing it off from the rest of the room. In the closet hung two pairs of jeans crease-ironed and folded neatly over wire hangers, on the floor a pair of worn packer boots he thought he remembered. At the north end of the closet a tiny jog in the wall made a slight hiding place and here, stiff with long suspension from a nail, hung a shirt. He lifted it off the nail. Jack's old shirt from Brokeback days. The dried blood on the sleeve was his own blood, a gushing nosebleed on the last afternoon on the mountain when Jack, in their contortionistic grappling and wrestling, had slammed Ennis's nose hard with his knee. He had staunched the blood which was everywhere, all over both of them, with his shirtsleeve, but the staunching hadn't held because Ennis had suddenly swung from the deck and laid the ministering angel out in the wild columbine, wings folded.
+The shirt seemed heavy until he saw there was another shirt inside it, the sleeves carefully worked down inside Jack's sleeves. It was his own plaid shirt, lost, he'd thought, long ago in some damn laundry, his dirty shirt, the pocket ripped, buttons missing, stolen by Jack and hidden here inside Jack's own shirt, the pair like two skins, one inside the other, two in one. He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.
+***
+In the end the stud duck refused to let Jack's ashes go. "Tell you what, we got a family plot and he's goin in it." Jack's mother stood at the table coring apples with a sharp, serrated instrument. 'You come again," she said.
+Bumping down the washboard road Ennis passed the country cemetery fenced with sagging sheep wire, a tiny fenced square on the welling prairie, a few graves bright with plastic flowers, and didn't want to know Jack was going in there, to be buried on the grieving plain.
+***
+A few weeks later on the Saturday he threw all Stoutamire's dirty horse blankets into the back of his pickup and took them down to the Quik Stop Car Wash to turn the high-pressure spray on them. When the wet clean blankets were stowed in the truck bed he stepped into Higgins's gift shop and busied himself with the postcard rack.
+"Ennis, what are you lookin for rootin through them postcards?" said Linda Higgins, throwing a sopping brown coffee filter into the garbage can.
+"Scene a Brokeback Mountain."
+"Over in Fremont County?"
+"No, north a here."
+"I didn't order none a them. Let me get the order list. They got it I can get you a hunderd. I got a order some more cards anyway."
+"One's enough," said Ennis.
+When it came—thirty cents—he pinned it up in his trailer, brass-headed tack in each corner. Below it he drove a nail and on the nail he hung the wire hanger and the two old shirts suspended from it. He stepped back and looked at the ensemble through a few stinging tears.
+"Jack, I swear—" he said, though Jack had never asked him to swear anything and was himself not the swearing kind.
+***
+Around that time Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly-headed and smiling and bucktoothed, talking about getting up off his pockets and into the control zone, but the can of beans with the spoon handle jutting out and balanced on the log was there as well, in a cartoon shape and lurid colors that gave the dreams a flavor of comic obscenity. The spoon handle was the kind that could be used as a tire iron. And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
+There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.
+***

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+[ Author: Ausfer; Title: Project Sigma; Tags: nsfw, X-COM ]
+"Hey Richard, why do the snake aliens have tits?"
+In the last six years since I've joined the resistance, I've heard this question more than any other. I've had experienced soldiers ask me, I've had civilians who've survived an encounter ask me, and I've even had my fellow colleagues query my opinion on the matter. I would think that with all sorts of fascinating alien lifeforms currently occupying our planet--the disturbing Sectoids, the angelic Archons, or the enigmatic Elders--some of them would warrant public interest ... yet chances are, if someone stops by my lab to ask me a question regarding xenomorphology, more often or not, the topic is related to the breast-like protrusions on the chests of Vipers. I had no idea the question was on so many people's' minds.
+I always gave the same answer: I do not know. To be perfectly honest, the question used to annoy me. I found it a distraction from my work, like a bothersome fly buzzing in my ear. But then the attack hit, and everything changed.
+A mole in the resistance led ADVENT to our settlement, a punishment for our support of the rag-tag bunch running the revived X-COM project. As the portals opened and the aliens poured out, I witnessed horrors I would wish on no man. The brutish Mutons charged into the shantytown, bursting through walls like tissue paper, while ADVENT troopers herded up civilians in neat little lines and opened fire. And the Faceless ... god, I watched the grotesque transformation from human to pulsating, greasy monstrosity with my own eyes. I ran and hid in my lab, my quivering hands clutching an archaic magnum revolver from the old world. I hid as the screams of civilians and bestial cries of the extraterrestrials wormed their way through the air vents, and I wished with all my soul that I were more than one man with a pistol.
+An icy dread froze my heart when I heard the lab doors slide open. I heard it long before I saw it: a terrible, serpentine hiss that would haunt my dreams to come. Glass test tubes shattered on the floor as it slithered over my desk, searching for human life. Somehow it knew to check the hazmat suit closet--maybe it could detect my body heat, or simply my scent. It threw open the doors and seized me with such speed that I could not pull the trigger in time. Its coils wrapped around my chest and squeezed. I felt my breath forced from my lungs, and heard the sound of my ribs cracking.
+It could have crushed me within seconds. It could have even blasted me with its plasma weapon. But instead the creature was content to constrict and suffocate me, granting the occasional breath to draw my death out ever slower. And as it did so, it stared at me with those shockingly crimson, slit-pupil eyes. They flashed with the sharp spark of intelligence and perception. But though in those eyes I saw malice ... I also saw a curiosity in the way she watched me slowly choke to death. It almost seemed as if she was studying my reactions.
+I do not know how long I stared into those reptilian eyes. As the minutes passed my grip on consciousness grew tenuous. My ears did not register the sound of heavy weapons, nor did I feel when my head hit the ground. But as I gasped for sweet oxygen to enter my lungs for the first time in forever, I found myself in the spasming coils of the now-dead Viper, looking up at a brave X-COM soldier offering his hand.
+X-COM arrived in time to save roughly half our settlement. They brought out bodybags to take the extraterrestrial corpses back to their scientists. But the Viper I begged to keep. I needed to know why this creature gazed upon me with such interest when the legions of other alien species sought only to kill without mercy. After a lengthy argument with their field commander, he deferred me to their lead scientist: a well-learned but somewhat condescending geneticist by the name of Tygan. He kindly struck a deal: intel for intel, and I happily shared with him my life's work on sustainable aeroponics in exchange for the Viper corpse and his notes on the species.
+I became determined to study this creature, and learn why it studied me.
+I began the autopsy immediately. Removing the chest plate, I came face-to-face with those oddly prominent chest bulges ... I was reluctant at the time to call them breasts, but in hindsight that does seem to be the proper term. The ribcage was clearly more human than reptilian, even possessing the same number of ribs as a man. The prominent back muscles and narrow, feminine waist also seemed to be modeled after our own species. And though the creature was indeed female, instead of a reptilian cloaca near the end of the tail, I found instead a distinct vagina where a human's would go, hidden by labial scales just below the wide pelvis. Which means the rest of the Viper's body is essentially a very long tail.
+The Viper's internal structure seemed roughly analogous to Earth creatures. Three lungs crowded the ribcage, and the bean-shaped liver--oddly white in color--connected to the neatly-coiled intestines. I almost mistook the two spleens for kidneys. The Viper's multi-chambered uterus connected to four ovaries. Even one ovary is enough to produce more eggs than any Earth creature could use in their lifetime, and I wondered if the organs serve another purpose. The jaw musculature was of impressive intricacy, capable of stretching wide enough to swallow animals whole ... perhaps even a small child.
+The brain was a real treasure: three well-developed cerebral lobes. The prominent furrowing shares similarities with humans and other intelligent creatures. The olfactory bulbs took up a sixth of the total brain mass--Vipers must rely heavily on their sense of smell. Behind them, a well-developed prefrontal cortex ... an indicator of higher brain functions. The cerebellum was nearly twice the size in humans, owing to the thousands of limber muscles that required careful control. Though I struggled to identify the finer anatomical details of this alien's brain, I cut into what appeared to be the corpus striatum. Within, I discovered a well-defined striate nucleus housing copious substantia nigra. This suggests a high capacity for learning, planning, and reward-seeking behavior. Vipers must be a very perceptive and crafty race.
+Perhaps this intelligent brain was why the Elders took such drastic measures to genetically modify the Viper into the humanoid Thin Man during the original invasion. Certainly, the more anthropomorphic Mutons and Sectoids lack the sophistication to understand and mimic complex human behavior.
+My initial hypothesis regarding chest anatomy was that the breast-like protrusions housed Viper's poison glands, but upon dissection I found only fatty tissue, abundant nerves, and a tiny, vestigial ductal system: the parts were all there, but none of them are functional. The poison glands I found embedded in the Viper's cheeks, distal to the stretchy esophagus, and posterior to the incredibly long tongue, which lay coiled under the throat. I found no recognizable vocal chords, but not all animals need them to form a voice.
+Compounding the mystery of the breasts, the notes given to me by Dr. Tygan mention X-COM running into exactly one male Viper, a product of human genetic experimentation. This male lacked breasts but was functionally capable of breeding (and quite often, apparently: the notes mention a cave full of laid eggs, hatched progeny, and a lively female harem). Tygan remarked that this incident was the only reported case of alien breeding, a feat largely thought to have been eliminated long ago by the Elders in favor of in vitro fertilization. From this I drew three conclusions. First, Vipers are unique in retaining the ability to mate--a sharp contrast to the clearly genderless Sectoids, for example. Second, the Elders are either unwilling or unable to remove Viper sexual behavior from their gene pool. And third, the Elders field only female Vipers for their operations, otherwise Viper breeding would run unchecked.
+I finished my autopsy with more questions than answers. Though this species appears more intelligent than perhaps any other alien life form save the Elders themselves, the Vipers seem content to aid in the systematic subversion and extermination of the human race. But why? Also, why had the Elders kept their ability to sexually reproduce, if they don't allow them to breed?
+And why the heck do these snakes have boobs?!
+My curiosity remained unsated, and I resolved to take one step further in the pursuit of scientific knowledge: study of a live specimen.
+... I formed that resolution four months ago.
+A difficult four months it has been, but after much effort, I finally achieved my goal: a fully-sealed containment chamber built from scrap ADVENT technology, and a live Viper captured by resistance forces. The local guerilla leader gave me a great deal of grief for what her men had to do in order to bag the creature and transport it--all the way from ADVENT city twelve, they told me. However, I considered my monetary compensation rather generous. Plus, they got to keep her weapon and armor.
+For sixteen days now, I've observed and studied my quarry from behind the glass--though, the shimmering, resilient wall is more accurately described as a rigid electrosensitive polymer with self-healing properties ... ADVENT tech is impressive, to say the least. Bolted to the floor is a simple mattress, and a squatting toilet sits in the back corner--the best I could manage for her body shape. Though my subject has little in the ways of entertainment, when she behaves I let her watch streaming video from my desktop monitor.
+She doesn't behave very often.
+Sigma One, as I've come to designate in my notes, was at first very uncooperative, preferring to coil tightly next to the door and treat any stimulus with hissing and hostility. But as the days passed, she realized she was not in immediate danger and has since relaxed considerably. Even now she slithers from end-to-end of the chamber, watching from within the clear walls.
+A fine specimen she is, Sigma One "stands" at some seven feet tall, though her total length measures closer to fifteen. If she'd let me take more exact measurements, I would. She looks far less menacing without her shingled armor plating. Her yellow and orange scales shimmer with a waxy veneer in the laboratory lights, and her red eyes are active and aware, instantly zeroing in on any movement.
+Right now that movement is me. I grab the microphone stand and look up to her with a smile, my face an inch away from the glass-like walls. "Good evening, Sigma One. How are you doing?" My voice blares from the kludged speakers I salvaged from an aging holodeck. It had taken me a lot of soldering to get the setup working.
+Sigma One jerks her head away to stare off in the corner, flicking her tongue out with a terse hiss. I know she can understand English--in fact, I've discovered she's fluent in multiple Earth languages, including Spanish, Japanese, Mandarin, and Hindi. Given the difficulty in learning such syntactically different languages, I wonder if such understanding is innate to these creatures, somehow written into their DNA by the Elders. However, Sigma One is unwilling to converse directly--the only word I've heard her say is "Yes". Perhaps the differences in her throat and tongue makes human speech difficult? I've been trying to surmount this obstacle for the past week, but Sigma One proves reluctant to cooperate.
+"I have dinner for you, Sigma One, and also a special gift. But before I give them to you, you must promise to behave."
+Her eyes briefly flash to mine before looking back into the corner.
+"Well? Will you behave? You won't get to eat if you don't promise to behave."
+Sigma One breathes a heavy exhale through her mouth. Her tongue flicks out as she deflates. Reluctantly, she nods.
+I smile wider. "Good."
+I place her dinner and gift in the airlock and seal it before opening her side. She looks at me with disdain but accepts the butchered pig leg anyway. She raises it above her head and her jaw distends as she swallows it whole.
+As Sigma One eats, my eyes wander to the digital photostand on my desk. I stare back at a slightly younger version myself, a head of curly brown hair already thinning on top. I'm only thirty six; it's way too early for that. The hair almost obscures my sharp blue eyes. I am grinning wide. It exaggerates the dimple in my chin. My toned, hairy arms are wrapped around a beautiful woman wearing salvaged Kevlar and combat fatigues from the old world. Her name was Elizabeth Wilde. We had only been dating since March. She didn't survive ADVENT's raid four months ago. Muton plasma rifle to the chest. It nearly burned a hole right through her.
+Life is tough out here in the resistance, and I've learned to let it go and move on. I'm still young, and--dare I say it, rather studly for a biologist--I'm sure I'll find someone eventually.
+I notice Sigma One staring at me. She cocks her hips to the side and rests one hand on them--a very deliberate, very human mannerism. Lacking legs, the curvaceous widening below her belly can't even be called real hips, yet somehow this alien knows how to use them.
+Sigma One clearly wants something. I pull my microphone over. "Aren't you going to look at your gift? I left it for you in the airlock."
+Sigma One's eyes narrow. She re-enters the chamber, tongue flicking out. Her serpentine body rubs against it, and she picks it up. A modern tablet PC, with most of its features locked. It's made from a clear polymer with flexible circuitry, like the one I use. Much harder to smash than the last one. Whipping out my stylus, I record my observations regarding Sigma One's difficulty spotting the translucent tablet, and ponder whether Vipers can see the same spectrum of light we can.
+Sigma One picks up the tablet and turns it on. A touch-sensitive keyboard appears on the surface and the holoscreen flickers to life. I'm pleased to see she does not immediately attempt to destroy this one.
+"Well, go on. Type something on it. Try your name, Sigma One."
+Looking thoroughly unamused, Sigma One plucks out a response on the keyboard with a single long finger. She hits "enter" and a monotone female voice emanates from the tablet, converting her text to speech.
+"Sigma One."
+Sigma One's cobra hood expands as she rears back in surprise. Her head then lowers and she glares at me. Her lips tighten as she realizes I've tricked her into conversing.
+But her peevishness bothers me not. I've just experienced my first dialogue with an alien being! I know it's not the most tech-savvy way of communication, but hey, it works! My pulse races with excitement as I feverishly jot down my observations. "Well? What do you think?" I ask.
+Cradling the tablet in one hand, Sigma One's other glosses lazily over the touchscreen, her clawed finger bobbing about like a lazy bumblebee in a flower patch. "I think you need to let me go, Doctor Reid," the robotic voice replies. She accents the reply with a snort.
+I gasp in excitement. I can't believe I'm actually having meaningful conversation with an extraterrestrial! "Now, now, I can't do that," I say. "There's no telling what sort of mischief you'd get in to in this resistance camp--assuming you wouldn't get shot as soon as you slithered out of the lab."
+"Oh, I know exactly what sort of mischief I'd get in to," replies the Viper, her mouth widening in an unsettling grin. "And I'd love to show you ... if you'd just unlock the door." She flicks her tongue out and hisses.
+The flat tone in the computer's voice did not do that reply justice, I think. Her sassy demeanor surprises me--in fact, I'm surprised this alien displays any demeanor. Sigma One appears much more intelligent than I gave her credit for. Clearly, this species is well-adjusted to emulating human behavior ... possibly a leftover bit of DNA engineering by the Elders, back when the Vipers were infiltrating our ranks under a humanoid guise. Or perhaps this behavior serves another purpose in the Viper's current role?
+Sigma One hunches over her tablet and types. "When does the interrogation start, Doctor Reid?" She looks up, her red eyes burning into my own.
+I smile. "I'm not here to interrogate you, nor punish you, nor torture you. I merely wish to study you."
+Sigma One slithers up to me with lightning speed and pounds her open palm against the glass with a reverberating thud. She opens her mouth wide to hiss as she types. "You waste time studying me. They are coming. They are coming to devour while you fight us out of stubbornness and pride."
+Indignation flares in my heart. "Of course we fight! We never asked to be subjugated, harvested, and experimented on! Humanity will always fight for their freedom ... and not even you aliens can take it from us."
+The Viper shook her head. "You are ignorant. They told us your species would cling to ignorance. Which is why we do what we do. We do not hate you. We do not wish to exterminate you. If you would only join us, like my people have, then you would understand the threat we face."
+"We?" I sneer. "Don't act like you're on our side, like you care about our well-being. Everyone in the resistance has seen the horrors X-COM dug up--the human processing plants, the shipment of bodies in unmarked trains. I'd sooner die than join that!" I turn away, realizing I've let my emotions get the better of me. The last thing I want right now is to provoke her.
+"Humanity ... we just want to be left alone," I mutter. "That's not asking much."
+The Viper shrinks back. She coils up tightly and crosses her arms over her bare breasts. "I see we are at an impasse. Very well, then: in the meantime, examine me all you want, Doctor Reid. I am waiting." Sigma One grows still, staring with a disconcerting grin.
+My heart leaps with joy. I pull my chair up to the glass and sit down, tablet PC and stylus in hand. There's a hundred things I could think to ask her. "Let's start with your species. You seem remarkably intelligent and free-willed compared to other extraterrestrials I've encountered. Why is that?"
+Sigma One flicks her tongue out as she types. "Because we are not mere failed experiments. We follow the Elders willingly, because they are our only hope for survival. We are loyal to them, and they reward that loyalty by uplifting us, even though we cannot receive The Gift."
+Fascinating. All this time I've been assuming Vipers were little more than slaves to the Elders. I record the revelation in my tablet. "X-COM has been calling you Vipers. Do you have a word for your species?"
+Sigma One lets out an incomprehensible hiss of a word that I could not put into writing. "Next question."
+I frown. "Where are you from? I mean, which planet?"
+Sigma One performs an exaggerated yawn and stretches her unhinged jaws to a disturbing degree. "We have no planet. It is gone. Unless you join us, yours will eventually be gone, too."
+The threat doesn't sit well with me, but I decide to avoid hostility. "Okay, Sigma One ... how about we move on to--"
+"Do not call me that. I do not like that name."
+My ears perk up. For the first time in days, I feel like I have some modicum of leverage. I could hold a better name at ransom, but I decide to play nice. "What would you like to be called?"
+The Viper ponders before typing in a response. "Siggy."
+"Siggy?" I repeat, bewildered.
+The Viper slithers over to me and puts a hand against the glass. "It is custom on Earth to shorten names in order to make them cute, is it not?" Her eyes narrow, and her lips widen in a disturbing facsimile of a human smile. "Sssss-geeee!" Her mouth opens in a wide grin as she attempts to rasps the word. Her breath fogs the glass.
+I blink. So this extraterrestrial has some notion of what "cuteness" is. I jot the revelation down immediately. "You like ... cuteness?" I ask. I think to myself that there's little about this creature that I could ever find cute.
+Sigma One curls up comfortably in her coils and reclines against them. "What of it? Cute is a whimsical, pointless thing, yet humans are infatuated with it. I find that amusing. Next question."
+I clear my throat and sit up straight. "Alright, Siggy ..." I tentatively begin. "I'm very curious as to how an extraterrestrial so closely resembles the hooded cobra from Earth. Why is that?"
+Sigma One leans back in her coils, arcs her back, and stretches her arms over her head with a fluid and limber grace. The tablet falls from whatever part of her anatomy serves as her "lap" and into her coils. I have to wait for her to finish stretching before she picks it up and lazily replies. "I'm more curious as to how your Earth cobras resemble my people."
+I sigh. "Please answer the question, Siggy." Sigma One does not answer. Instead, she inspects her claws, like a woman examining newly-manicured nails.
+I fidget in my chair. Sigma One does this often. Though I had initially considered it beyond her capabilities, I can't help but feel like this deliberate and well-rehearsed behavior is designed to annoy me. I feel like I'm being toyed with, as if it were me in the containment cell, not her. I don't like it.
+"Siggy, did the Elders guide your evolution? Was it a conscious decision on their part to give your bodies distinctive Earth traits?"
+The serpentine being stares at me. "I am as a tool, Doctor Reid. A tool does not how it was constructed, nor what came before it. A tool does not have ancestors to learn from, nor offspring to pass its knowledge to. A tool knows only the task it was designed for, and how to accomplish this task."
+My writing hand flies across the surface of my tablet. So not only was this alien fluent in English, it also possessed the capacity to understand figurative language ... not bad for a mere tool. "And before you were captured, what was your task, Siggy?"
+Sigma One let out a snort. "To moderate my district's civilian dissidence algorithms, and to oversee the identification and removal of dissidents from society."
+"So you help ADVENT snoop out and eliminate resistance sympathizers." I frown. "People like ... me."
+"Correct."
+My stylus zips across my screen as I write my observations. That explains why Sigma One displays such intimate knowledge of human behavior and mannerisms. Humans have an awful lot of behavioral cues that the aliens can learn from and exploit, such as our tendency to avoid eye contact when we lie or feel guilty.
+"Let's talk about your parts, Siggy, and why they were constructed. On Earth, cobra hoods evolved as a threat display. Why does your species have hoods?"
+Sigma One flicks her tongue out from her scale-lined snout. "Hoods are attractive, Doctor Reid. Don't you agree?"
+I nod in excitement as I write my observations. "So, are bigger hoods a sign of sexual fitness? A selective trait for desirable breeding partners?"
+The Viper closed her eyes and relaxed in her coils. "We do not breed. The Elders prohibit it."
+"Why?" Sigma One ignores me. "Why don't the Elders let you breed, Siggy?"
+Letting out a grumpy snort, Sigma One pecks out a response on the keyboard propped up in her lap. "The genetic expression passed on by sexual reproduction is messy, random, and unmoderated. But the Elders refine our genome with a careful, efficient cunning. You know this, Doctor Reid. Do not patronize me."
+Big words for a talking serpent tool. "Then why keep the hoods, if your people aren't allowed to breed?"
+Sigma One glides one hand along her body, delicately tracing the curvature of her stomach and narrow waist. "The hoods now serve another purpose." she replied. "Humans interpret them as threatening."
+I blink. So the Elders recognize the power of human fear. They understand us far better than I imagined. As I take notes, I notice Sigma One's free hand continues to explore her body. It travels up and gently cups one of her breasts. My eyes linger.
+"And what about the breasts, Siggy?" I ask. "Why do you have those?"
+Sigma One glances my way for the first time in a while. The corners of her mouth pull wide. "Breasts are attractive, Doctor Reid. Don't you agree?" She cocks her head and flicks out her tongue as she wagers my reaction.
+I realize my cheeks feel a little warm. I brush it off. "They are on a human," I stress. "On an alien, it's just ... weird." Nevertheless, I can't help but feel a tad lewd as I watch her cup her bosom in hand and tenderly squeeze. "I'm willing to bet your species didn't have breasts before coming to Earth. Am I correct?"
+Sigma One ignores my question. Her eyes are closed. She hisses softly as she fondles herself. One of her hands slide down her stomach and continues lower. I know where this is going.
+Starting around the ninth day, Sigma One has displayed increasingly odd behavior. To be blunt, she has taken up masturbation. Rather liberally, as well. I initially attributed the behavior to restlessness and boredom ... a sort of "cabin fever", but after careful observation of my video logs, I've discovered she only masturbates in my presence. I do not understand why, but I suspect that she's trying to ... entice me, somehow.
+I'm sure she noticed me taking copious notes during her first, shall we say ... pleasure session. Truthfully, I was not aroused, being fully consumed in my fascination in this novel and unexpected behavior. Mayhaps she mistook my scholarly interest for desire, and now she sees it as a possible weakness of mine.
+I've noticed that when Sigma One becomes aroused, the breasts gently swell and grow supple. The surprisingly perky nipples--normally hidden--appear from a seam in her chest scutes as they grow erect. Judging from Sigma One's fixation on them, they seem very receptive to pleasure, and I postulate their "tucked away" design keeps the nipples free from wear and tear, leaving them particularly sensitive. As arousal increases, the labial tissue below Sigma One's waist puffs outward, parting the labial scales and exposing the vagina. Also, Sigma One's already-high internal body temperature dramatically rises. During her longest sessions, the glass of the containment chamber has fogged up. Orgasms come frequently and are often quite dramatic--though I wonder if she may be exaggerating her squirming in order to catch my attention.
+I've already recorded all of this in my electronic journal. There's no need to write this particular session down. Instead of interested, I find myself exasperated as Sigma One decides that self-pleasuring is more important than a ground-breaking alien-human discourse. She closes her eyes and hisses softly as her finger dances circles around her labial scales, while her other hand kneads her breasts.
+I lean into the microphone. "Siggy, if you would please, answer the question." Ignoring me, Sigma One glides her fingers around the entrance to her vent, tracing in slow circles. The tablet once again falls into her coils with a clatter.
+"Siggy!" I pound on the glass, startling her.
+Her fingers linger for a while before finally grabbing the tablet. "What question?" she asks, flashing a look of faux innocence.
+I let out a testy sigh. "This isn't a game, Siggy. Please ..."
+"Oh, but it is a game, Doctor Reid," Sigma One corrects me. As she types with her left hand, her right goes back to its sensual massaging. "It's a game we've been playing since we met. I do so like games ... don't you?"
+I purse my lips, unsure of how to reply. My eyes wander to her fingers. Spreading her labia, she slides a pair inside. They glide in effortlessly, her passage already having grown quite wet. It's clear her species does not require extensive foreplay to get in the mood.
+I sit up in my chair and clear my throat. "Just answer the questions, okay? We were talking about why your species has breasts." I realize I am staring at them and pull my gaze away. "It seems rather out-of-place, given your reptilian qualities. Why do they exist?"
+Sigma One gyrates her hips against her fingers, now knuckle-deep inside of her. Her hissing becomes more vocal. Her fingers explore her inner walls; I can see her pressing in all sorts of different angles. With her free hand, she manages to peck out a response. "My breasts exist for you, Doctor Reid." As the tablet reads aloud her words, Sigma One gently lifts one of them for display.
+I blink. "Uh ... what?"
+"My feminine parts are lonely and need attention. If only someone would show them some love." Sigma One looks up at me as the tablet reads her last words, her red eyes full of desire. She even batted her eyes at me!
+I stare, awestruck at how effortlessly this alien creature mimics human displays of desire. Sigma One drops the tablet and drives her fingers into her vent, arching her back and grasping her right breast to tug and squeeze her erect nipple. She establishes a steady rhythm, rocking her digits in and out as she spreads her inner moisture around.
+The pieces fall into place for me. I see some truth in the serpent-tongued alien's words, as twisted as they may be. There's no denying the distinctly sexual features and behavior of this alien species are certainly unsettling. And now I wonder that perhaps this was exactly the Elders' intention.
+Why do the Elders deprive the nightmarish Sectoids of clothes and armor, rendering them nearly feral? And why do the Elders grace the floating Archons with an intimidating, divine presence? It's for the same reason they grant a disturbing human femininity to the scaly Vipers. Each of these decisions were deliberate--each carefully chosen as different ways to poke at humanity's psychological triggers ... they want to get under our skin, to make us feel uncomfortable, afraid, or inferior. That makes us easier to control.
+Perhaps the Elders understand the human brain even better than we do.
+But I wonder if something went wrong in the Viper's current genome. Certainly, Sigma One's current behavior does not lend itself to ADVENT's goals. Sigma One retrieves her fingers from her slit, leaving a long, slick strand of moisture. She wraps her tongue around her digits and makes a show of licking them clean. Her head curls down to lap at her own entrance, gathering her juices on her bifurcated tongue before swallowing. She's angled her body such that I can watch her tongue's every move. The tip of her tail swishes along the floor. She clutches her hips tight. Her breasts bob with every breath. Using a pair of fingers, she spreads her slit wide, showing the pink flesh within. Tracing around the sensitive skin, her tongue slowly swirls in deeper and eventually plunges into her vent. That's a new trick, I think, and I grab my tablet.
+She lowers her head until her lips touch her labia, and thrusts her tongue deeper. The muscular organ pulses rapidly, stiffening and wriggling around, eliciting long hisses from Sigma One's throat. I record my observations, noting my cheeks feel a tad warm. Truthfully, though put-off by the notion, a little part of me feels intrigued.
+Sigma One notices my note-taking. The Viper uncurls herself and takes the tablet in her wet hands. "You seem content to sit and watch, Doctor Reid. But perhaps you would like to do more?" She holds the tablet to her chest as she rocks her fingers in her vent. Her fingers are slow and deliberate. Sensual, even.
+"Really?" I cock my head to the side.
+"Yessssss ..." she hisses--her real voice, not the tablet's. Her fingers then fly across the keyboard. "All you need to do is open the airlock."
+I smile. "And then what?"
+"I'll let you touch me anywhere you want. And we can do anything you want."
+"Would you suck me dry?"
+Sigma One licks her fluid-smeared lips. "I would love to."
+"Would you let me stick it in your scale-covered cooter?"
+Sigma One gasps. "Yes, please, Doctor Reid!"
+"Well, in that case ..."
+Sigma One slithers close and presses against the containment cell with both hands. Her breasts flatten against the glass as she watches me with excitement. I walk over to my desk and flip a switch.
+I smile as I pick the microphone back up. "In that case, I'm not playing your game."
+Sigma One flinches. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, but I cannot hear what the robotic voice reads to me: I've shut off the microphone in her chamber. Her expression turns to rage as she realizes what I've done. She pounds on the glass with her fist, causing it to resonate with a dull thud. I simply stare back, smiling wide. She bares her fangs at me with a muffled hiss, then throws the tablet against the far wall. I see it crack and I wince. That's one more piece of equipment I'll have to replace.
+I sit down at my desk and turn to my computer. This was not Sigma One's first attempted escape. She's tried to hotwire the airlock to open on command, attempted to clog the toilet with pieces of her mattress so I'd have to come in and fix it, and has even feigned death for three whole days by lowering her heart rate and body temperature into a state of thanatopsis.
+But I've been smart and careful, and have countered her every move thus far: I welded the airlock access panel shut, dug up the plumbing pipes and cleared them, and my biometric scans were not fooled by her possum game.
+This isn't even Sigma One's first attempt at using sex appeal to manipulate me. Believing it a farce, I expect her to drop the act and mope in the corner, but to my surprise, she ignores me and returns to self-stimulating. The anger in her eyes gives way to pleasure, and as she bends back down to use her tongue, I look away. I'll give her time to cool off before approaching her again.
+Minutes pass. I spend the time transcribing my handwritten notes into typed text. It all goes into a large folder named "Project Sigma". In there are all her biometric readings and anatomical details, every notable behavior or action. There are weeks-worth of footage, and pages upon pages of research, notes, observations, postulations, and random musings. In a short few weeks I've learned so much about Viper biology and behavior that I've probably become Earth's foremost expert on the species! I let myself bask in a modicum of pride. In the old world, before the invasion, academia would give out awards for this kind of stuff.
+Behind me, I hear the muffled thumps of Sigma One's writhing snake body as she squirms in the throes of orgasm. She can be violent when aroused. Scary, even. I continue my work for several minutes longer, but a distinct knock interrupts me. I turn around to see Sigma One up against the containment chamber's glass. Still aroused, judging from her erect nipples and puffy vent. She's pleading to me with her eyes.
+Sighing in whimsy, I get up and approach. Sigma One is displaying an emotion I've not seen of her before: regret. She holds up the cracked tablet as the corners of her lips curl in a pout ... or what could be counted for a pout with those scaly, rigid lips.
+I grab my microphone. "You've broken two, Siggy. I can't trust you with another one."
+Sigma One puts a hand up to the glass. And then I bear witness to an intelligent snake with boobs giving me the saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster. Which, to be honest, looked more like a wide-eyed snake caught in headlights. It's not her fault: humans are rather unique with their range of facial expressions.
+But I get the gist and relent with a sigh. "Alright, alright ... I'll lend you mine. But only if you promise not to smash it. Deal?"
+Sigma One nods in excitement.
+"I mean it, you gotta promise."
+Sigma One crosses her heart with a finger. I make a mental note to add that to the list of cultural gestures she's inexplicably aware of.
+I bite my lip and try to rationalize what I'm about to do. "Okay, let me set it up."
+Sigma One claps her hands, then snuggles up tight in her coils, eagerly awaiting her new toy. Though my mind screams doubts at her sincerity, I can't deny that I'm dying to talk with her more. My first conversation with a sentient extraterrestrial gave me an incredible rush, and I have many topics I'd like to discuss, such as the Elders, or ADVENT, or her opinion on the human race. Maybe I could even coax out some valuable information that X-COM could use. I make sure to backup my tablet's files on my desktop computer before setting up a guest account and locking nearly all the programs.
+I grab the microphone. "I'm going to cycle the airlock. Stay back." I wait for her to retreat to the far wall before pressing the button.
+The airlock was salvaged from a downed ADVENT cargo ship. Its design was basic, but it worked like a charm. At the push of a button, both doors lock and the air is cycled out. From there, I can control which door to open. If there's a problem I can disengage the safety, which allows for manual operation. I removed the interior control panel and used my soldering iron to jury-rig its trigger onto a small remote I keep handy. This was to prevent Sigma One from operating the doors herself.
+The outer door I always keep shut. I press the button and watch the inner door slam close, but I hear a strange sound: a blaring, buzzing beep. A twinge of panic tightens in my chest as I fear the airlock has somehow malfunctioned. I look inside and see nothing wrong: the inner door looks just fine. Tentatively, I open and close the inner door again, and I get another beep. Weird, everything seems normal except for the beep. I try to open the outer door, but it won't budge. Ah, that must be the problem! I turn off the safety and force my side to open. I step in and set my tablet down on the floor.
+And then I saw it: the broken tablet wedged in the groove of the door frame. The door had shut on her tablet, preventing the locking bolt from extending into the wall. I had not noticed sooner: its translucent material was hard to spot through the window. A terrible pit forms in my stomach as I realize in full what happened.
+The outer door wouldn't open because the inner door failed to lock.
+I swear. Sigma One is already at the inner door, sticking her nimble fingers in the crease and forcing it open. I turn and leap out of the airlock. I frantically mash the buttons for the outer door to close. But they don't, because the safety is off. I engage the safety and mash the button so hard my thumb turns white. The door shuts just as Sigma One slithers through, trapping her at the waist. The beep goes off once more. She grunts and strains to reach me. I back up, jaw agape in horror as Sigma One thrashes and struggles to slip her body out from the sliding door.
+Oh god ... what have I done?
+My magnum revolver. Where did I stash that thing?! I run around my lab ripping open cabinets and drawers. I find it underneath a pile of old papers. It's unloaded. Shit! My fingers fly for the bullets. Some fall to the floor with a metallic clink. I chamber a round, then a second. Then I--
+Something wet and hot wraps around my neck and pulls me off my feet. I choke and gag as the Viper's tongue drags me across the laboratory floor. I see the gun on the floor, drawing farther out of reach by the second. I try to scream, but the tension around my neck stifles my voice.
+Sigma One keeps a strong hold around my neck as she drags me to her. I attempt to pry the saliva-covered tongue from my neck but find it impossible to slip my fingers around. Sigma One wrenches the airlock remote from my hands and opens the outer door, freeing herself. She wraps me up in her coils and next thing I know, I'm caught in in a Viper's embrace, just like four months ago.
+But this time, there's no X-COM soldier to save my life.
+Sigma One releases her tongue's hold on my neck, and I gasp and cough for fresh oxygen. I watch as that impossibly long organ slides back into her mouth. Sigma One's serpentine body clutches me tight--almost tight enough to suffocate. Her face draws close to mine. She opens her mouth wide and hisses.
+I never imagined I'd die like this. Not at the hands of the alien I've worked so hard to secure and study. But then I notice my tablet in her hands. She holds it up, looking like the smuggest damn snake in the universe as she types.
+"You are mine now, Doctor Reid," the tablet says. Despite my tablet's monotone voice, I sense the delight in her words. Sigma One's coils relax just a little, allowing me some breath. Sigma One's tongue launches from her mouth, and she retrieves my revolver from across the room. She holds it up by the barrel with two fingers. "You shouldn't have this lying around, Doctor Reid. Someone could get hurt." She tosses the revolver into the airlock and locks it with my remote.
+Her tongue flickers out many times, practically tickling my nose. "I've never had a chance to smell you until now. Your scent is ... enticing." She leans in and draws her slimy tongue across my neck. I feel her hot breath moisten my skin. My heart is racing, pounding against the thick serpentine coils wound across my chest.
+"Wish I ... could say ... the same ..." I spit out. Actually--she didn't smell bad ... but I wanted to be brave instead of screaming "Don't kill me!" like a little bitch.
+I wonder just how far a Viper's jaw can distend, and if there's even enough room for me in that tiny little waist of hers. No ... she'll have to butcher me first. I thrash in her grasp, but she bares her teeth and hisses as her coils squeeze tighter. I gag and gasp for air, but my lungs cannot expand under the pressure.
+"Do not struggle, Doctor Reid." She drags a claw down my cheek and guides my chin up, forcing me to look her in the eyes. Her slit pupils widen as she stares back with glee. "I need you to save your strength."
+I relax and the coils loosen enough for me to breathe. I hang my head low and shut my eyes tight, accepting my fate. "You ... you aren't going to eat me, are you?" I mutter. "At least have the decency to kill me quick."
+Sigma One's head rears back and gasps. Her fingers fly over the keyboard. "Eat you? Do you think of me as a primitive animal?" She wags a clawed finger in front of my face. "Shame, shame, Doctor Reid. I expected better from you."
+The coils around me relax and my feet touch the ground. I gaze at her in amazement as she releases me from bondage. "You ... you're letting me go?" I gawk in disbelief. My feet are glued to the floor. I expect her to strike if I so much as flinch.
+Sigma One circles me closely, her darting tongue tickling my ears. "Not quite. There's no fun in playing a game without a challenge, Doctor Reid."
+My spine goes rigid. "W ... what? What do you mean?"
+Sigma One slithers up to me face-to-face. Her eyes narrow as she holds up the tablet. It reads to me a single word.
+"Run."
+I don't give her a chance to reconsider and bolt for the exit. Vaulting over my desk, I plow through a stack of printed research notes, sending papers everywhere. Behind me, I hear a loud and threatening hiss that chills my bones. I dive under a lab bench as Sigma One launches herself forward, using her coiled body like a spring. She plows into the bench, sending an expensive microfabricator crashing to the floor. I scamper away on hands and knees. Sigma One tackles me around the waist. Her claws grip my lab coat and tear it. But I find her arms lack the strength to contain me, and I throw her off with ease. I dash for the door. Just as I get my hand on the latch, her tongue lashes around my ankle and I hit the ground hard. My nails dig into the floor as I am dragged away, screaming. Within seconds I find myself in her coils once more.
+Sigma One brings her face to mine, hissing wildly. Her fingers dance on the tablet's touchscreen. "That was fun. But too short. Again."
+My eyes widen as she releases me once more. I step back, unsure if I should even try. But a violent hiss and a show of fangs send me on my way, and I sprint for the door. Sigma One launches herself with surprising speed, crashing me into a table and knocking over rows of plants in aeroponic tubes. I skid against the hard floor. Sigma One is on me in an instant. She flips me on my back. Pinning my arms over my head, she slithers on top and puts her weight on me. Her scaly breasts mash against my face. She lets out a long and terrifying hiss.
+"No, no!" my scream is muffled under her breasts. I muster my strength and manage to force one knee between me and her. Using the power in my legs, I pry her off and roll to my stomach. I scramble to my feet. Sigma One raises up to find me brandishing a fire extinguisher--the closest heavy object I could get my hands on. She regards my choice of weapon with a flaring of her hood and an angry growl. I throw it at her and dash for the exit. She dodges with uncanny grace and wraps me up once more. Damn this snake! Even without legs, she's too fast!
+Sigma One's red eyes stare into my own with a satisfied glint. She's still got my tablet. Her claws dance on the keyboard. "Again." She uncoils me.
+A terrible dread falls over me. I realize Sigma One's trapped me in a cruel nightmare: a prey's final moments of being caught by a predator and dragged to an imminent death. And she's forcing me to relive it over and over again.
+But I'm done being her plaything. "No," I say.
+Sigma One glares at me. She bares her teeth and hisses.
+"Oh ... fuck me," I mutter.
+Sigma One flinches, then flicks her tongue out, looking displeased. "Doctor Reid, I hoped we'd have more fun before moving on to that. But, if you insist ..."
+"W-what?" I stammer, backing up. "What do you mean?"
+Sigma One's grin is as sly as ever as she stalks me around the lab. I find my back against the wall of her containment chamber. She leans in close--close enough for her breasts to brush my chest. Her tail wraps around my ankles. She types on the tablet. "You drive a hard bargain, Doctor Reid, but alright: I'll fuck you."
+My eyes bulge out of my skull. I can't even begin to process her words.
+Setting the tablet down, Sigma One buries her snout in my neck and breathes my scent in deep. Her arms wrap jealously around my back, and her hips press against my own. Her hands go to my lab coat and she jerks it down, off my shoulders. My shirt is next: she yanks it over my head and off. I hear the stitching rip. She lays her palms on my broad pectorals. Her fingers run eagerly through my chest hairs. I glance up, seeing Sigma One's eyes wide with excitement. She explores the contours of my body with a rapturous desire as her tongue flicks out to taste my scent.
+Even now, being shirtless and fondled by unfamiliar, four-fingered hands, I wonder if this is just another sadistic way for Sigma One to toy with me before she kills me. She can't possibly be serious, right? Sex? With a human?
+Sigma One notices my rigidity. She picks up the tablet. As she types, her serpentine hips continue to sway and press against mine. "Now Doctor Reid, I've never fucked before, but in my free time I've researched humanity's plethora of holovids on the subject, and I am certain the male partner is supposed to reciprocate during foreplay." She takes my hand and places it on her warm bosom. "Touch me, Doctor Reid. Feel my body."
+My hands are paralyzed from fear, but Sigma One wraps hers over mine and guides me in the basics of snake boob stimulation. Reluctantly, my other hand joins, and she watches me fondle her chest with glee. Despite the leathery scutes covering them, her breasts feel soft and inviting in my hands. I roll her smooth nipples between my thumb and index finger, pinching and tugging gently as I cradle her bosom with my palms. Sigma One closes her eyes and hisses in satisfaction, her hips are still grinding against mine, and I realize with a mixture of horror and relief that she is actually serious about having sex.
+A gasp escapes me as Sigma One slams me against the outside of her containment chamber. Her left hand dips lower, finding my groin. I'm not erect--my fear is still too strong to warrant much lust. I grunt as Sigma One squeezes my crotch uncomfortably tight. Her snout hovers an inch from my nose. I can smell her breath, feel it's warmth wash over my lips. Her pink tongue snakes out and caresses me under the chin. Her other hand remains firmly planted on my chest, pinning me to the glass.
+As her claws trace the outline of my flaccid dick, Sigma One opens her mouth and slowly wraps her jaws around my neck. Fear floods my mind and my spine goes rigid as her jaws gently squeeze my throat. I feel her fangs articulate independently--each unfolding from the roof of her mouth, testing my skin as their needle-sharp points dig into my flesh. If my heart could race any faster, I'd burst.
+And then, she nips me. I gasp in pain as she pulls away. I bring a hand up to my neck, finding two drops of blood. I'm relieved to see no trace of greenish venom: she's given me a dry bite. Sigma One licks her fangs, then goes in to lap up the blood from my neck. I have no idea if she's doing this to toy with me, or if it's some twisted way to show desire--but either way, I'm terrified.
+My breath is stifled as her scaly hand slips down my pants. She grasps my manhood, and I see the disappointment in her face when she does not find a firm erection waiting for her. Sigma One watches my expression closely, judging my reaction as she attempts to arouse me. She squeezes and tugs hard enough to be painful. She notices I've stopped fondling her breasts, and pauses to drag my hands back to her bosom, admonishing me with a hiss. Minutes pass with no success on her part. She switches tactics, going lower to my sac. I shriek as she squeezes.
+"Gentle, please!" my strained voice whispers. "Those are very sensitive to pain."
+Sigma One rips her hand from my pants with a furious hiss. She grabs the tablet and types. "What is wrong with you? I thought male humans can attain an erection easily."
+I wince. "Getting molested by a cobra lady isn't high on my list of turn-ons."
+Sigma One glares at me. She lets out an angry snort as she types. "Tell me your turn-ons, that I may arouse your male parts."
+As scared as I am, I can't help but snicker at her choice of words. "None of my turn-ons involve snake alien boobs," I counter.
+Sigma One's eyes narrow to slits. She sets the tablet down. Her arms wrap over my shoulders. She closes in, once more teasing my chest with a brush of her bosom. "Tell meee ..." she hisses. The words are difficult for her to pronounce, but I understand anyway.
+I look away from her serpentine gaze and say nothing. The last thing I want to do is encourage her.
+Sigma One's eyes burn a hole into my own. "Fffffine." I gulp. Snake alien or not, whenever a woman says "fine", it's usually a bad sign.
+The coils around my legs loosen. She undos my belt and yanks my pants down. After fighting with my shoes, she has me fully nude in my lab. I can't imagine what'd happen if someone were to walk in on me now. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver in the clammy air. Sigma One circles me closely. I can see the gears in her head turning, a new plan forming.
+Her tail slithers up my legs and around my chest. And then, to my surprise, her muscular body tightens. She hoists me inches off the ground, her limber tail spiraling down my body like an antique barber's pole. Her upper body descends to the floor, which she supports on her hands. Her head is level with my manhood. She leans in.
+"W-wait, don't you dare!" I thrash in her coils. She squeezes me tight, preventing me from wiggling loose. I gag and struggle to breathe. "Not the fangs!" I manage to squeak out.
+Sigma One ignores me. She draws close to my groin and takes a deep breath. Letting out a pleasured hiss, she inhales again, burying her nose in my crotch. My mind wanders back to the Viper autopsy I performed four months ago, and those large olfactory bulbs in the brain--she must be able to smell tons of things undetectable to a human nose.
+And whatever she smells now, she likes it.
+Her limber hand snakes up my leg. She wraps her digits around my sac. To my relief I find her playing nice this time, gently rolling the sensitive orbs in her palm. Her other hand starts a rhythmic tugging on my cock. I manage to tilt my head far enough to see over the scaly coil around my chest. I watch with disbelief at the slender yellow hand with black claws stroking my dick, and the cobra-hooded snake snout only inches away from the tip. Her red eyes are focused on it, her tongue is darting around it. She seems ready to strike.
+"To be honest," I begin, "I'd be a little more into this if I could get a promise that you won't kill me later."
+Sigma One looks up at me. She makes a crossing motion over her heart and lets out a cheeky hiss. She's given me no reason to trust her, but even so, I feel my shoulders relax. I think back to the rallying cry of ufologists before the invasion: I want to believe.
+Sigma One's bifurcated tongue flicks out, sampling the tip of my penis. A reverberating thrumm wells in her throat as her tongue retreats into her mouth--an odd sound I've never heard from her before. She's exploring my body with more consideration this time: the tugging on my cock isn't as uncomfortable, and her sharp claws do not scratch. I can feel my body betray my mind as the tugging, the squeezing, and the feathery touch of her tongue assist in preparing my manhood for sex.
+Sigma One can feel my budding firmness in her hand and she squeezes hard. "Yesssss," she hisses in delight. She's growing noticeably antsy: her upper body sways on the ground, her coils rhythmically squeeze me. The tip of her tail brushes against my cheek, almost like a sensual caress. Emboldened by my stiffening cock, each flick of her tongue progressively grows in confidence and force, until she's bathing my cock in wet, eager laps.
+I gasp as her hot tongue wraps around my growing shaft. Showing remarkable control, the coiled tongue starts sliding back and forth, tugging, pulling, and squeezing me. The forked tip swishes over my sensitive head. Backing away, Sigma One looks up at me, jaw agape with two feet of tongue extended--a tongue that's somehow able to work my shaft better than any hand.
+"Holy shit," I whisper. I start to wonder what else that tongue of hers could do.
+Sigma One grabs the tablet off my desk. Her tongue slowly slithers back into her throat. "You taste good, Doctor Reid. But I want more." She watches my face for a reaction, and as my eyes bulge wide, her lips widen in a lascivious grin.
+Letting out a terrifying hiss, Sigma One strikes. I grunt as her snout rams into my groin. She's taken every inch of my dick in a fraction of a second. Her mouth is hot as an oven, and thick saliva quickly coats my shaft. Using her jaws, she kneads and squeezes my girth. I can't deny how good this feels. I writhe in her squeezing coils--not out of panic, but pleasure. My erection grows ever harder.
+Sigma One proves to be a quick study in fellatio. Or maybe she's just watched too many holovids ... how the hell did she manage to "research" human porn before getting captured, anyway? Her day job must be awfully boring ...
+Sigma One uses her whole head to pleasure me, rocking her snout back and forth and rubbing my penis tip along the insides of her maw. Her two needle-like fangs lie folded against the roof of her mouth. Grunting, I struggle to peek over her coils and watch, mystified in seeing this snake-headed alien slurping away at my dick like a hungry calf at its mother's teat.
+I grunt and flex as I shoot a spurt of pre-cum in her mouth. Sigma One opens her eyes and pulls back, her tongue lingering around my cock to gather up the fluid. A pleasured growl escapes her throat as she swallows. "Mmmore," she murmurs, and dives right back down on my cock. I can't help but moan as I feel her rope-like tongue explore. As her snout rocks against my crotch, the tongue descends, wrapping around my sac.
+"Fffuck," I groan as the hot tongue cradles and strokes my balls. I squirm in her serpentine embrace, unable do much of anything else. My toes curl in the air. Sigma One hums deep in her throat as she pleasures me. Minutes pass, I can feel my orgasm budding. I'm not sure if I want to let it happen or not.
+"If you don't stop, I'm gonna ..." my words trail off. They're met with an enthusiastic squeeze of her tongue.
+Completely ensnared by her coils, I realize there's little I can do but let the snake finish me, so I start rocking my hips back into her snout. This seems to excite Sigma One, who clenches her body around mine. Her tail tip is still caressing my cheek. I feel the pressure grow in my groin as her rope-like tongue fondles my sac. And it's still stretching further! I feel it slithering back up to wrap around the base of my cock. She's practically tied a knot around my junk, now, and the pulsing, tugging squeeze of that tongue is driving me crazy.
+My pleasure blooms, and I can take no more. "I'm getting close," I groan. Sigma One responds immediately, quickening her movements in an effort to get me off. Her pulsing tongue drives me over the edge. She feels my cock stiffen in her mouth and she growls, sealing her jaws around me. Her tongue's tightened around my cock too much, building the pressure in my tubes. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I gurgle as pleasure overwhelms me. I groan as my hot seed overcomes the pressure and erupts deep in her maw. Sigma One tenses and grunts in surprise as another spurt splashes into her gullet. She sucks noisily, slurping and churring deep in her throat, constricting her mouth's muscles to guide my load down her gullet.
+My orgasm dies down, and as my dick softens, Sigma One slowly pulls away. One last throb, and a final drop of cum lands on her snout. Her tongue is still tied around my balls and cock. It loosens with a slow and sensual glide, gathering up all my spent fluid in its curls before finally retreating to her mouth. Sigma One closes her eyes and hums as she swallows. She finally uncoils me and I fall against the outside wall of her containment chamber, putting a hand to my racing heart.
+Sigma One rises to my height, drawing the semen off her snout with her tongue and licking it clean. She watches me as she does it, looking for a reaction, but I'm too dazed to manage one. Her fingers drift over to my tablet. She types something.
+"That was delightful. But I expected more."
+I gulp. "That's all I got ... for now," I cautiously add. I don't want to anger her.
+Sigma One's gaze narrows. "Then it's my turn."
+My eyes widen. "Wait, wha--"
+Sigma One slams my back on the desk, causing the drawers to rattle and the digital photo to fall to the floor. She slithers on top of me until her slit rests above my neck, a good six inches away. The snake is heavy and I find it hard to breathe with her on my chest. Using a pair of fingers, she spreads herself open, revealing the tender pink skin and a wet vent. A round clitoris awaits just inside her passage, like the keystone in an arch. Sigma One types on the tablet lying next to my face.
+"Stick out your tongue."
+Tentatively, I do so. Her eyes narrow. "All of it," she types. She grabs a handful of my hair and pulls.
+Straining, I extend it as far as it could go. I can't even touch my nose with my tongue, let alone reach her vagina from here. She'd have to lie on my face, but I'm not about to encourage that.
+Growling in annoyance, Sigma One pinches my tongue with two fingers and attempts to pull more out. I wince in pain. Disappointment spreads across her face she realizes I have so little to offer her. She slithers off me and types on the tablet, glaring at me. "Pathetic. Not worth my time. And I've always assumed you humans were hiding more. Why did your species evolve such useless tongues?"
+I sit up and shrug. "We don't need them, I guess. Our dicks make up for it."
+I immediately regret those words as Sigma One's eyes flash with intrigue. She puts down the tablet and bends over me, grasping my saliva-covered shaft in her hand. "Shhhhhow me," she whispers, baring her fangs. At least, I think that's what she said. No wonder she prefers the tablet.
+For better or worse, I feel like I could go for a round two, and Sigma One's stroking hand works me up. She pushes me farther onto my desk, knocking off the last few pens, papers, and equipment. My calves hang over the side. Her swaying, serpentine body parts my thighs. She rises up until that narrow little waist hovers over mine, and when she presses against my groin, I gasp as I feel a warm spot on her scales.
+I stare back at Sigma One's reptilian face, the elegant cobra hood of yellow scales, her red, slitted eyes, and her always-fierce expression. A strange finality comes over me as I realize I'm actually about to have sex with this alien being. There's no turning back.
+Sigma One grinds against my erection hard, spreading her already liberal fluids on me. Her longue tongue descends, slithering down her left breast, threading under to lift it up on display. The forked tips curl around her nipple and tug, and I think she's doing it purely to impress or arouse me.
+To be honest, at this point I feel a little bit of both.
+I reach down to grab my cock, but it's pinned tight against my belly. "Lift up," I grunt. Sigma One obliges, and her muscular body arches in the air. I take my cock and slide it up to her puffy entrance. I navigate by touch, moving past the smooth labial scales as they brush against the tip of my cock. I reach a tender wet spot--Sigma One's vagina.
+I have no time to prepare. As soon as she feels it in place, she slams her snake-like body down. Gasping in rapture, she arches her spine so far back that her throat faces the ceiling. Her inner muscles clench around my cock. My hands squeeze her around the waist with a vice grip as the sudden stimulation overwhelms me. My eyes shut tight. Slowly, she acclimates, calming down and relaxing her body. Sigma One leans over me, hands placed aside my head. Her swaying breasts hang in front of my face. Her forked tongue flicks from her scaled snout, slipping out between her fangs. Even now, her swagger is impeccable. Her red reptilian eyes scream two simple words: I win.
+That smug and satisfied glint in her eyes makes me realize just how much she's been working to reach this point in her game. She's spent hours--perhaps even days--preparing for it. Planning it. Anticipating it. And now that she's finally won, she's savoring every moment of the victory while I lie pinned under her coils.
+I'm not entirely comfortable being in this position. But considering Sigma One's persistence, tenacity, and cunning, I'd much rather end up the subject of her lust than the subject of her wrath.
+Sigma One arches her body up and begins her ride. She starts slow. Her movements are rough and haphazard at first, but she experiments and explores until she works out a smooth rhythm. I hang on to her waist, watching in amazement as her serpentine body undulates and wiggles on top of me. I hear her tail swishing along the floor, swatting my fallen pens and papers. My desk creaks from our combined weight.
+Her soft vent radiates immense heat. She's tight around my cock; her inner walls have to stretch to fit my girth ... I think to myself that maybe male Vipers aren't well hung. Sigma One growls in deep satisfaction as she wiggles her body against mine. She coils more of her body on the desk for leverage, and soon her pace increases in tempo and ferocity until she's slamming against my groin hard, fitting as much of me inside her as she can. She grinds her labial scales against my skin, angling her hips to press her internal clitoris against my shaft. My cock rubs and pokes in different spots on each bounce, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine and causing her to squeeze her vaginal muscles. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel amazing.
+"Yessss ..." she hisses as she bounces up and down. "Yes!" It's one of the few words she can say without difficulty.
+I find my hips starting to push back on every thrust. She reaches up with one hand to squeeze her tan breasts, but then has a better idea: she removes mine from her scale-covered waist and slides them up. Her eyes roll back and she shuts them tight, hunching over me as I gently squeeze them and tug at her nipples. Her mouth opens and her long tongue unfurls, swaying in the air with each thrust. My cock's gone rigid inside of her. Each serpentine roll of her hips sends a different part of her tight walls gliding against my girth. Sigma One twists left and right on every bounce with an incredible range of motion. Without stiff legs to limit her, she's free to move in nearly any direction imaginable.
+We've only been at it for a few minutes, but Sigma One is already approaching orgasm. She puts a hand at the back of my head, staring intensely into my eyes. Her bouncing grows wild, almost out of control. I bring my legs up and wrap them around her body so she doesn't slide right off me. I can feel it approach--her vent quivers around my cock. Her snake-like body tenses up.
+Sigma One squeals and clenches hard as she reaches climax. She arches her back to a degree reserved for contortionists. Pulling me with her, I'm forced to sit up. Her breasts mash against my face as she squirms and thrashes. Even in this position, her body's flexible enough that she's able to grind and hump against me. With my arms wrapped around her back, I clutch her tight as her vent clenches and spasms around my cock.
+Just as she's starting to calm down, my lips find her nipple and I latch on, and to my surprise it gets her going all over again. She wraps a hand around my head and buries me in her bosom, hissing loud. Her grinding against my crotch turns to humping, and then she's bouncing on me once more. In a few short minutes she lets out a high-pitched screech of ecstasy as a second orgasm overwhelms her. Her coils clench and relax. I hear her tail tip thumping against the side of my desk.
+God, her vent won't stop clenching! I'm in danger of popping out of her, so I bring my hands down to stabilize her hips. I hang on for dear life, face pressed into her breasts until at last the thrashing snake grows quiet and I feel her vent loosen its hold of my cock. Her hot fluids leak onto my balls.
+Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I realize she's holding me securely, almost intimately. I continue suckling her breasts, flicking my tongue over her sensitive nipple and running around it in circles. I hear her panting. I feel her hanging tongue brush up against my shoulders. She leans back to look at me.
+"Hell ..." I whisper, "do you always orgasm that easily?"
+"Yesssss ..." she hisses, grinning wide.
+I think she's done, but Sigma One's serpentine body suddenly comes to life. She wraps me up and rolls both of us over. Propping her upper body on one elbow, she looks back at me with lust in her eyes, panting heavily but no less horny than before. Her breasts gently sag to the side. I feel her coil up between my legs and push against the small of my back, forcing me to lean over her.
+I see what she wants and give her a hard thrust, driving my cock deep in her folds. I don't know what's come over me, but my body does, and in seconds I'm giving her wet pussy a hard and aggressive pounding. Her long tongue sways in the air as she watches me ravage her body, squealing and hissing in delight.
+Fuck, I really hope someone doesn't walk by the lab and hear her.
+It only takes Sigma One a few minutes for another orgasm to bloom. She arches her back: her breasts rise in the air and her cobra-hooded head leans over the end of my desk. She growling like a wild animal. Her long fingers find her breasts and she clutches them tight as her vent clenches around my shaft. Her muscular body coils and thrashes, and I have to lay down and wrap my arms tight around the small of her back before she squirms right out from under me.
+I notice we're sliding off the desk--her scales provide little friction to keep us in place. I yell but it's too late. Sigma One's head hits the floor and the rest of us quickly follow. I pop out of her and sit up, tangled in her coils. I feel a sudden chill on my erection as the cool lab air flows over the wet skin.
+"Oops ..." I mutter.
+A scaly hand wraps around my wrist and I'm yanked back on top of her. I straddle Sigma One's serpentine body and sit up. I gasp in surprise as her tail coils around my midsection. Looking no worse for wear, she flicks her tongue at me and hisses. Grabby fingers find my erect cock and squeeze hard.
+"I presume that means you want me to keep going." I smile. She nods.
+Once more I slide my cock into her vent, and I welcome the sudden warmth. I waste no time and take her forcefully. Sigma One lays on her back as I give it to her hard, each thrust rocking her body against the floor. She shuts her eyes tight, breathing in short, ragged puffs. I think to myself I need to finish--my cock's been rock hard for a while now. I don't hold back, diving deep into her wet vent with every thrust.
+Yet before I can finish, Sigma One somehow achieves yet another orgasm. Her coils tighten around my stomach to the point of being painful, and her upper body quivers. Her tongue lashes about like a whip, smacking me in the cheek as her vent clenches uncontrollably around my cock. I think to myself that this has been the craziest, wildest sex I've had in my entire life.
+It takes me a few more minutes before I finally feel a pressure rising in my groin. "I'm getting close," I sputter.
+"Yesss!" Sigma One hisses in delight. "Seed meee!"
+My thrusts grow slower, more powerful. I shut my eyes tight as her hot vent glides around my stiffening erection. The pressure grows, and I grit my teeth. I give her one final, gut-quivering thrust that rocks her entire body, and let loose my cum deep within her. Sigma One's eyes bulge wide as she feels me filling her up, and she clamps hard around my cock with her vaginal muscles. She sputters and squirms, twisting her upper body like a corkscrew, and even as I lay on top of her belly, she's so flexible that her breasts lie flat against the floor.
+My whole body tenses as I shoot all I can muster into her sopping wet vent. Sigma One pushes with her arms against the ground and throws her head back, hissing wildly as I pump my seed into her. Her sharp claws dig furrows into the floor. The clenching of her vaginal muscles prolongs my orgasm until it starts to hurt. I collapse on top of her, thoroughly exhausted. My dick gives its last hurrahs--a few weak throbs--before finally growing still.
+I did it. I fucked an alien. And it was surprisingly satisfying.
+Sigma One untwists herself and lays flat. Her rope-like tongue is hanging out of the side of her mouth. About two feet of it rests limp on the floor, and I don't think she cares. Her chest rapidly rises and falls with each breath. Her coils are still wrapped around my stomach. Her body's so warm that I've broken out in a sweat, despite the cold air of my lab. Sitting on my knees, I lean forward on my hands and try to collect my wits.
+"Holy shit," I muster. "That was intense."
+Sigma One hums in agreement, looking too tired to muster any other response.
+My back itches. And so do my arms. I notice the red marks--that's where her claws scratched me. I check my neck again to find the pricks from her fangs are crusted over with blood. My cock aches. I slip out of her steamy vent and look at the damage done. Our combined fluids are smeared all over her scales, and more leaks out of her.
+Minutes later, Sigma One pushes her body up. Leaning back on one arm, her eyes drift to mine, and her mouth slowly spreads in a sly grin. I purse my lips tight. I don't know what that grin means.
+Her coils flex and writhe, and I'm rolled onto my back. Sigma One leans over me. I watch as her tongue snakes down to my flaccid manhood. Coiling around my girth, she cleans my shaft of our combined mess in one single, sensual glide. With her eyes on me, she navigates by touch alone and moves on to her own body. She gathers the fluids up in coils of her tongue tip before drawing it into her mouth with a sublime hum of satisfaction.
+"That's, ah ..." I struggle for poignant words and come up short. "That's quite a tongue you got," is all I can manage.
+Sigma One's coils pull me on top of her. I'm an inch away from her yellow scaled snout. She flicks out her tongue and licks her sharp fangs. I gulp. Sigma One wraps tight around me until I'm covered in snake coils from the chest down. She lays me on the cold floor of my lab and she grabs my tablet that's since fallen off my desk.
+"Sex is more than I imagined," she types.
+"More what?" I cock my head.
+Her red eyes widen with excitement. "More everything. I see why you humans are so obsessed with it."
+I try not to laugh. "It's not just the sex we like," I say. "There's also the afterglow."
+Her tongue flicks from her snout. "What is this afterglow?" she types.
+"This." Reaching up to her, I pull Sigma One close. My hands wrap tight around her scaly little waist, and I gently guide her head to my chest. I can hardly believe I'm attempting to teach a snake alien how to cuddle, but I'm doing it anyway. Sigma One is stiff in my arms, like she's unsure of what to do.
+"What is this?" she finally asks, after a minute of silence. "Are we waiting for something?"
+"No. This is intimacy," I reply, and squeeze her gently.
+"I do not understand intimacy. Is it like cute?"
+I smile. "Whimsical, pointless, and humans are infatuated with it ... yep."
+"I see," Sigma One replies. "Perhaps, there is more to humans than what the Elders teach us." She looks like she's about to type more, but then decides to set the tablet down. Her coils gently tighten, and she grows comfortable in my embrace.
+I hold her and say nothing for a while, half-beside myself with awe at what I may have just accomplished: deep, intimate understanding between an alien and a human.
+Minutes pass, and Sigma One pulls away to stretch. I let her go and she unwinds me from her embrace. Her fingers dance across my tablet.
+"What is the local time, Doctor Reid?"
+I crawl to my knees and shuffle over to my desktop computer. The screen flickers to life.
+"It's 2:37 AM," I say, amazed. I lost track of time long ago.
+Sigma One slithers up behind me, my tablet in hand. "I trust that most of the humans in this resistance camp are asleep by now?"
+"Yeah ..." I push down on the desk and force myself onto my feet. "Why didn't you just check the time on my tab--"
+Before I know what hit me, Sigma One strikes. She wraps me in her coils--this time, it's tight enough that I can't breathe. I see malice in her eyes. She types on my tablet. "I think it's time for you to sleep too, Doctor Reed."
+My eyes widen. I thrash in her grip, but I cannot shake her. "No! Don't do this!"
+Sigma One types on my tablet. "You know I can't stay here. I belong with ADVENT."
+Sigma One's coils grow ever tighter. I tremble with rage. "You ... you promised you wouldn't kill me!" I seethe. As the air exits my lungs, she squeezes harder, and I can't replace what I lose. I don't even care. "You promised!"
+Sigma One bares her fangs and hisses in my face. She squeezes ever tighter, and the last of my air is forced from my lungs. Once more she types on my tablet. "Goodnight, Doctor Reid," the monotone voice says.
+Quivering with rage, I stare into those slit-pupil eyes as my heartbeat struggles. The oxygen levels in my brain drop, my vision dims. Her eyes are the last thing I see before everything fades to black.
+_________________________________________________________________________
+I flinch and rouse myself. My head throbs with a stabbing pain. I'm naked and shivering in the chilly, filtered air of my lab. Groaning, I roll to my stomach and force myself onto my hands and knees. My first thought is of pure elation: she actually let me live! But then I wonder ... how long was I out?
+I stagger to my feet and immediately collapse in my computer chair as my lightheadedness gets to me. For the next few minutes I focus solely on oxygenating my body with deep, calm breaths.
+When I am ready, I raise my head to see my lab has been trashed. Much of it was due to Sigma One's "games" before things turned heated, but I notice a few new things and gasp in shock.
+In the center of the floor is a pile of smoking ash. All my Project Sigma research!
+My hands fly to my desktop computer. A terrible pit forms in my stomach when I see every file related to Project Sigma has been deleted. My digital hand-written observations and notes, my video logs, my old autopsy, Tygan's report, Sigma One's biometrics ... everything! I do a scan of the hard drive and find she's wiped all unallocated data, making the files unrecoverable. My backup drive has also been wiped. I search the lab in a frenzy for my tablet PC, but I can't find it anywhere.
+"No ... no no NO!" I pound my fist on the desk had enough to send a spike of pain up my arm. All my work, all my ground-breaking discoveries and insight into the Viper species, ADVENT, and the Elders ... it's all gone!
+Then I gasp. There's one thing she might not have checked: my observation camera. It's hanging from the ceiling, overlooking my computer desk and the containment chamber.
+It's set to track movement and it's always running. The camera stores two hours worth of data and is programmed to back up the video on my desktop before rewriting. Those backups, she deleted, but maybe the local data is still there ... it won't be enough to recover my work, but at least I'll find out what happened after I passed out.
+I rush to the camera and rip open the service panel. Removing the data chip, I pop it in my computer. Success! There's fifty minutes of untouched footage!
+I pour over the video. Most of the recording is dedicated to our ... lewd actions. My cheeks grow red with embarrassment and shame as I watch myself fornicate with a scaly snake alien. I skip ahead until I arrive at the moment Sigma One attacks. And then I slow the footage down.
+I watch myself grow limp in Sigma One's coils. She inspects me to make sure I'm out, then her serpentine body visibly relaxes--it's enough to let my unconscious body breathe. She turns to my desktop computer. Sigma One works quickly and efficiently, displaying an intimate familiarity with human computer systems. I give the occasional twitch in her coils. Several times she pauses to put a finger to my neck--she's checking my pulse.
+I can hardly believe what I'm seeing: Sigma One is balancing a razor's edge with my life, letting me breathe just enough to keep me incapacitated without actually killing me. As she works, I appear to regain consciousness more than once, and each time she has to put me back under. At one point I'm even aware enough to start hurling obscenities at her. I can't remember any of this.
+With her work at the computer done, Sigma One rummages through my desk drawers and pulls out my soldering iron. She lays me down gently, inspecting me one more time to make sure I'm still breathing. Slithering across the floor with surprising speed, she gathers up all the papers knocked off my desk and puts them in a pile. She turns on the soldering iron tosses it on the papers. They start smoking in seconds.
+Picking up my tablet PC, Sigma One then turns directly to my camera. She raises her serpentine body up and looks directly into the lens. She types something onto the keyboard as my papers catch fire in the background. My tablet then reads her words aloud.
+"ADVENT City Center Twelve, District Eight. Catch me if you can, Doctor Reid."
+In the background, on the floor, I let out a groan. Her head jerks in the direction of my voice, then back to my tablet. She types one more thing, looks at the camera, and she lets out a saucy hiss.
+"Don't keep me waiting, or I'll get lonely."
+Sigma One's mouth widens in a sly grin. I realize I've come to hate that grin. I can never be certain if she's smiling from cruel sadism or playful teasing. Maybe she doesn't even know the difference.
+Sigma One darts close and gives the camera lens a quick kiss. With tablet in hand, she zips to the exit. I watch in horror as Sigma One opens the door, peeks outside, then slithers away into the dark of night, clutching the only copy of Project Sigma against her chest.
+Not even a minute later, I watch myself come to. The camera focuses on my nude body. I pause the video and push myself away from my desk.
+My hands clench into trembling fists. I steel my resolve.
+The game is afoot.

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+[ Author: Bella Swann; Title: The Claiming of Af, the Angel of Light; Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica ]
+In the aeons before Mortal Time began when the universe was in Chaos and the Fall of Lucifer was only just beginning, there was magic and mystery in the many kingdoms that spanned Chaos. Angels served as Servants and Messengers of the Divine Spark moving through the kingdoms attempting to bring the Light and turn the magical inhabitants away from Darkness. Some angels were less successful than others in their noble endeavours. This is the story of the claiming of Af, the sweet and innocent angel of the Light and her Fall into Lustful Darkness.
+Af paused at the glowing barrier that separated the Realm of Light from the Realm of the Fairee. She had spent her entire existence as innocent, pure energy, safe and secure in the Realm of Light. Today was her first journey through the glowing barrier and into her first incarnation of Flesh. Af would have no control over how she appeared to others in that world as her angelic powers would be severely limited. The first being she encountered would create her physical form according to its innermost desires and Af would appear in that form unless she encountered another being along the way powerful enough to re-shape her according to its new desires. Af's purpose was to gather as much information as possible about those in the Realm of the Fairee and whether they could be brought to the Light before she could return back to the safety of her home in the Realm of the Light.
+Af's pure blue light of being shimmered as she merged with the energy barrier and then pushed her way into the Realm of the Fairee. She slowly floated through the warm air as she looked around for a being to touch and give her essence a physical form. She heard the sound of movement up ahead and quickly moved toward the source of the noise.
+Directly in front of her stood a male warrior-scout Elf dressed in brown leather and carrying a long sword. He paused in surprise at the ball of light that floated in front of him and spoke within his mind.
+"Greetings, noble warrior, I am Af, the Angel of Light. Please think of the perfect form you would like to see me evolve into so that I may become a physical traveller of this land who is warmly greeted by all whom I encounter."
+The Elf immediately conceived of the body perfect enough to be as completely opposite as possible to the sweet innocence of Af's voice.
+With an iridescent shimmer of lights, Af's pure blue light became flesh.
+Af looked down at her body as her innocent blue eyes narrowed in surprise. She was dressed in a short, translucent white dress covered with light blue sparkles. Her dress was far too tight for the massive tits that she had been given and were popping out of the low neckline. The front of the dress pulled so tightly against her sweet, pink nipples that they were clearly visible to anyone who saw her. She raised a hand to her head and slowly caressed the soft locks of golden hair that fell down her back and ended at the sweet curve of her ass. As Af lowered her hand to her naked, rounded ass to feel how soft and firm and warm it was, she realized her thin, white dress ended just below the curve of her ass. She also realized that she was not wearing any panties. She looked further down at her slender, but curvy legs to see her sandaled feet were bound in tight black leather strips that were wound up to her mid-thighs.
+Af turned to look at the Elf in confusion. "Is this the flesh that will make me welcome to all that I encounter?" she asked in her sweet, innocent voice. Her hands moved up around the tops of her massive tits and tried to push them back into the confines of the neckline, but her tits continued to fight for their freedom from the neckline.
+The Elf smirked lasciviously as he looked up and down at Af's extremely fuckable body. As he looked down at her pussy and wet his lips at the sight of her innocent, pink pussy lips, he replied. "I am Kalen and I find your flesh extremely welcome as will all those who encounter you." He reached out and ran his rough warrior hands over the tops of Af's 40DDD tits as he attempted to "help" her push her tits back under the neckline of her dress.
+Af stiffened in shock and embarrassment as she tried to pull away from Kalen and push his hands off her tits.
+Kalen easily overcame her weak attempt at resistance and simply tightened his grip harder on her tits as he pulled her by her sweet pink nipples to stand much closer to his rapidly hardening cock covered by his brown leather pants. As Af looked up into Kalen's dark brown eyes in confusion at his continued groping of her tits, she started to whimper in despair as he then moved his hands further into the top of her dress to roughly pull out first her left tit and then her right tit. Kalen pulled the neckline of her dress securely underneath her huge tits to display them more prominently against her naked chest.
+"What are you doing?" Af whimpered helplessly. "I am an Angel of the Light. You should not be touching my sweet, innocent flesh this way. I am a Vessel of Purity, undefiled by the pleasures of the flesh."
+"Shush, little Angel of the Light," said Kalen mock-soothingly. "You are a visitor to our lands and unfamiliar with our customs. If you want to spread your Light around, you must open your pussy to be guided by those you encounter along your journey." He shoved his rough, unshaven, face harshly between Af's warm, firm tits and began to nuzzle them. Moving his mouth to her soft, innocent, pink nipples, Kalen began to slowly suck on them, alternating between biting one nipple and using his calloused fingers to tug at the other nipple. He felt her huge tits start to swell and heat up as he continued to grope her tits and bite and suck and tug at her pretty little nipples.
+Af sighed in sweet confusion as she looked down at Kalen as he moved from one tit to the other tit. She unconsciously found herself bending over to make her tits easier for him to reach and slowly caressing the top of his head as her nipples started to harden. "What are you doing to me, Kalen?" she panted. "Please, you need to stop."
+She lowered her hand protectively over her swollen tits covered with Kalen's spittle and slowly rubbed and tugged at her innocent pink nipples to ease the sudden unexplained restless ache she was feeling. She began to squeeze her thighs together hard to control the strange new needs her pussy was feeling — a feeling to be filled to the brim and pumped with something warm, and long, and hard.
+As Kalen felt her shift her pussy against his cock and begin to rock back and forth against his hardness, he smirked. He slowly pulled her dress down her tight stomach and sweet, glistening, pink pussy. As he pulled her dress completely off her body, Af unresistingly placed one hand on his shoulder to steady herself as he picked up first one of her legs and then the other leg to step completely out of the white dress. She had become his little angel toy and her innocent body was now his to do with as he pleased.
+Kalen crouched down in front of Af and ran his hands up over her soft white legs bound so tightly by the black leather straps of her sandals. He loved the feel of the hard leather against the silkiness of her angelic skin. He looked at her pink pussy that was right at his eye level and inhaled deeply. "Your sweet, angel pussy wants me to fuck it, Af," he said.
+"No," said Af in sudden fright. "I am an Angel of the Light. I don't fuck elves." She looked down and was horrified to realize that despite her rebellious words, she had already submissively tilted her pussy forward to present her pussy for Kalen to treat as he wanted.
+Kalen moved his nose directly underneath her sweet pussy and breathed deeply in the sweet scent of her angelic pussy juices.
+As if in a trance, Af immediately spread her legs even further apart so that Kalen could see more of her dripping, pink pussy much more easily.
+With a sigh of approval at Af's actions, Kalen shoved his face deep into Af's pussy and began to lick her out thoroughly.
+Af screamed in pleasure as she felt his clever and agile tongue lick up and down her pussy lips and then swirl deeply into her pussy walls. She dug her soft, little fingers into his strong, massive shoulders to hold herself up as she felt faint from the waves of pleasure that were beginning to overtake her.
+With a sly grin, Kalen pulled his head out of her pussy and looked up at Af. His face was coated with her angelic pussy juices and she could smell her arousal on him.
+Af began to cry helpless tears of confusion. "I just don't think this is right for an Angel of the Light to do."
+"Shhh," whispered Kalen. "Your sweet, little angel pussy knows what the right thing to do is. Stop thinking so much and just relax and let your hot, little pussy tell you what you need to do." He shoved four of his fingers into her tight, pink pussy and slowly began to finger-fuck the sweet, innocent angel. He began to shove his fingers harder and faster into her pussy as with a sigh of relief, Af began to let her hot, little, angel pussy do her thinking for her.
+Af relaxed completely against Kalen and let him use her body as he wished. Clearly, this Angel of the Light needed to be schooled in the best way to use her flesh in the land of the Fairee. She needed to be more appreciative of Kalen's generosity in taking the time to teach her and her angel pussy how to interact with strangers in this strange new world. After all, her mission was to spread the Light to those she encountered. Obviously, the World of Flesh had different rules than the World of Light. The best thing to do was simply to submit and allow Kalen to teach her angel pussy the knowledge she needed to be the best Angel of the Light possible in the Realm of the Fairee.
+Kalen pulled his fingers out of Af's gushing pussy and reached up with his hands sticky from her pussy juices to twist her sweet nipples and grope her warm, huge tits. As he fondled her tits, he firmly pulled her pussy directly to his face and roughly began to nuzzle her pussy as Af whimpered helplessly from the pleasure she could not control.
+Kalen grabbed her sweet, pink ass with both hands and roughly squeezed each perfectly formed ass cheek hard as he nibbled on her swollen clit and pulsating pussy.
+With a scream of relief and despair, Af, the Angel of the Light, exploded into an orgasm as she rocked her sweet, innocent, angel pussy against Kalen's face and collapsed against him.
+With a growl of triumph, Kalen looked up at his little angel and rubbed his face coated with her pussy juices off on her taut stomach and swollen tits. He pulled Af against him as he lay her down sideways on the muddy ground and casually began to play with her tits and suck her nipples.
+Af moaned from the force of her orgasm and tried to pull her tits away from Kalen's mouth to ease the pulsing force within her over-sensitized pussy.
+With a growl of displeasure, Kalen smacked her hard on her rounded ass for trying to pull away from him. He shoved his fingers into her hot, sticky pussy to yank her by her sweet pussy even closer to him.
+"Do not rebel against me, Af," said Kalen angrily. "I will not tolerated disobedience from an Angel of Light." He began to fuck her angel pussy with his hard fingers and flick at her overstimulated clit as her angel pussy began to gush sweet pussy juices again. He smacked her again several times on her rounded ass just to remind her that he was the one in charge of her angel pussy.
+"Please forgive me, Kalen," said Af as she sobbed in fear and confusion. For an angel, the worst possible thing an Angel of the Light could do was be accused of rebellion. She unconsciously began to rock her pussy back and forth against Kalen's fingers as he fucked her harder and harder with his calloused fingers. "I won't rebel. I'll be good." She looked up at him with her remorseful blue eyes. "I'm a good angel. I won't be bad again. I promise."
+Kalen smirked as he thought of Af's rash promises. "Good," he said as he fondled Af's sweet angel ass and ran his fingers up and down the crack between her ass cheeks. "Let's see how long my sweet little Angel of the Light will be obedient to her rightful Master." He smirked. Every man she meets will easily be able to master this sweet little angel pussy.
+Af whimpered helplessly as he touched her rounded angel ass in a way that no one had ever touched her before. She wanted to pull away from his rough hands but the feel of them on her soft, silky ass made her pussy wet and strangely restless. Poor Af did not really want to give up control of her mind to her pussy, but in the hands of a masterful warrior elf like Kalen, she and her sweet pussy were just puppets to be played with for his ultimate pleasure.
+***
+Kalen felt Af's sweet angel juices continue to gush from her pussy as he played with her ass. He smirked down at the sweet little angel he was going to fuck hard that day and put away wet.
+He stood up with a condescending smile and grabbed Af firmly by her hard nipples. Using her tits as levers, he pulled Af up beside him. She looked up at him, her huge tits covered in mud, his spittle, and her pussy juices that he had wiped off on them. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with unease but also a deep desire to be an obedient, good little angel.
+Kalen ran his hands down her silken golden locks and groped her hot ass already pink from being smacked by him for her earlier disobedience. Standing behind Af, he moved his hands from around her back to squeeze her swollen tits as he ground his hard, leather covered cock on her sweet ass.
+Confused at his actions, Af turned her head to look at Kalen. She opened her mouth to speak, but Kalen shook his head, no. He placed his fingers covered with her pussy juice over her innocent pink lips.
+Unthinkingly, Af began to nuzzle his fingers and her sweet, pink tongue began to tentatively lick her pussy juices off his fingers. She turned her head further around and opened her mouth wider but did not try to speak. She knew better now than to disobey Kalen ever again.
+With an amused smile at her quick submission, Kalen pushed his fingers into her sweet, little mouth.
+With a gasp of relief at feeling her mouth filled, Af began to gratefully suck on Kalen's firm fingers, sucking them deeper and deeper into her throat. Yet, something still seemed to be missing. Af felt as if she still needed to be filled more completely than she had before. Her angel pussy knew that it needed something more from Kalen. Af turned around to face Kalen and began to rub her glistening pussy hard against Kalen's leather covered cock. She began to suck his fingers faster and faster to the rhythm of her humping his huge, hard cock. Tears welled up in her eyes and her tits bounced up and down as she continued to hump Kalen. It wasn't enough. Something was missing to make her sweet, angel pussy completely happy.
+Kalen pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wiped them off on her golden locks. He lowered his hands to her perfect tits and began to slap them back and forth. As they bounced up and down and sideways from the force of his slaps, he looked down at Af's frantic humping of his cock and grinned slyly. He lowered his hand as a barrier between Af's hot pussy and his hard cock and began to fondle her pussy as he spoke.
+"I told you, little angel, that if you followed the guidance of your sweet, innocent angel pussy, you would always be welcome in this land." He pushed his fingers into her hungry pussy and began to finger-fuck her as he used his other hand to push her to the ground.
+Af lay down on the ground with her legs spread wide open as Kalen fucked her with his fingers. She began to moan and raised her rounded ass off the ground, begging Kalen for what her pussy knew it needed in order to be a happy angel pussy.
+"Please, Kalen," begged Af. "I think you need to fuck me or my little angel pussy will be sad and empty. It needs to be filled to the brim and pounded hard by your massive cock. Please, don't make me beg for your cock."
+Kalen smirked. "But your sweet little pussy is already begging for my cock." He reached down and unzipped his leather pants. Straddling her massive tits, he shoved his hard cock at her face.
+With a sigh of shamed joy, Af rose up with her mouth to cover the huge head of his cock. She began to suck and lick his cock as she tilted her head and rubbed her face lovingly over the hot fluids seeping down his cock. She tilted her head back even further and began to swallow his cock further and further down her throat. She gasped frantically as his cock reached the back of her throat and began to make it hard to breathe. She tried to pull away but Kalen stopped her and forced her to swallow back his cock.
+"Relax, little angel," said Kalen. "Your mouth was designed by your Creator to fuck my cock. Just relax, and let your throat fall open further." He casually reached down and lightly slapped her face on either side of her mouth to get her to open her mouth wider and take more of his massive cock into her little angel mouth.
+With a sigh of complete submission to Kalen's authority over her, Af relaxed her throat and opened wide as Kalen began to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy.
+He shoved his cock faster and faster and further and further down his throat and Af began to moan with the pleasure of being so completely dominated by the elf. She reached her hands around his hard ass and began to force him to fuck her mouth faster and harder as she bucked her pussy up and down, almost rocking Kalen off in her desperate need to be fucked there as well.
+With an amused laugh at her angel pussy's hungry eagerness and clear determination to be fucked too, Kalen reached around behind him and shoved his fingers hard and fast into her sticky, hotness as he savoured the feeling of fucking his little angel's mouth and pussy. With a roar of triumph, Kalen came in a massive flood of sperm that choked his sweet little angel's mouth as she swallowed and swallowed trying to keep up with the never-ending flow. Finally, with a smile of possession, Kalen pulled his cock out of Af's little mouth and sprayed his remaining sperm over her face and her lovely, biteable pink nipples.
+Af blinked her eyes in shock at the feeling of hot, wet, sperm covering her eyes and coating her face. She slowly used her hands to rub his sperm off her eyes and hesitantly began to wipe it off her face. Her pussy was still throbbing and she was unable to stop herself from rocking her desperate pussy up and down unconsciously begging to be humped.
+Kalen grabbed her hands away from her face and roughly pushed them on the ground beside her head. "No. Leave your face alone. I want to enjoy the sight of my sperm hardening on my sweet, little innocent angel's face."
+Af blinked her eyes in submission to Kalen's possession of her body. Unconsciously, her little pink tongue darted out from between her well-fucked mouth and began to lick at the sperm coating her lips and the side of her mouth. She made a mew of delight at the strong, musky scent of Kalen's sperm that was enveloping her face.
+Kalen secretly delighted in seeing his little innocent angel slurping away at his sperm but put on an expression of fake-anger at her actions. "How dare you rebel against my commands, naughty angel?" His voice raised in anger as he gazed down at his well-creamed angel. "Did I not command you to leave the sperm on your face for me to enjoy as I looked upon you?"
+Af looked up at him with her beseeching blue eyes and begged for forgiveness. "I did not mean to rebel. I just couldn't resist swallowing more of your sperm. I'm so sorry for my naughty behaviour."
+Kalen frowned angrily and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry but naughty angels must be punished for their futile attempts at rebellion." He stood up and grabbed Af by her hard tits to pull her up as well. Looking around the woods, he saw a fallen tree a short distance away. He grabbed Af by her soft angel ass and pushed her by the ass to the fallen tree.
+Af looked up at him in bemusement and a little fear as he then pushed her face-down on the fallen trunk. Kalen spread her legs on either side of the log and positioned her clit carefully over a large knot in the wood.
+To Af's shame, at the feeling of something long and hard between her pussy, she started to move up and down ever so slowly, enjoying the painful pleasure of the wood scraping up between her gushing pussy.
+Kalen looked down in enjoyment at the horny little angel trying to fuck a log with her huge tits banging against each side of the log with each rocking up and down of her pussy. Her rounded ass was perfectly positioned on the log for a sound paddling and he intended to spank that perfect little angel ass until his cock was hard enough again to give her sweet angel pussy the pounding it was begging for.
+Kalen grabbed a few of the more supple willow branches off the nearby trees and then returned to Af still masturbating with the log. He bent over her beautiful white ass and began to smack her soft ass with the willow branches.
+Af screamed in surprise and pain as Kalen lashed her pretty angel ass. Then to her shame, she began pounding her pussy up and down against the log to the rhythm of Kalen's spanking of her sweet ass. Her pussy started to slip on and off the log as a flood of pussy juice started to flow out on the log.
+Kalen stopped spanking her with a surprised laugh. "It seems like this little angel pussy here likes to be spanked hard." He yanked her legs further apart and pushed her head further off the log. With her ass raised higher in the air, Kalen began to grope inside her pussy with his left hand as waves of pussy juice soaked his fingers and flowed down his left arm. He grunted consideringly as he looked at the branches in his right hand. Taking a short, extremely thick branch, he slowly inserted it into Af's hot pussy.
+With a sigh of relief at feeling something moving inside her pussy, Af began to hump the stick, trying to force it deeper and deeper inside her.
+Kalen laughed contemptuously at her hungry little pussy. He sat down on the ground and pulled Af's unresisting body face-down over his lap, cocooning her sticky, angel pussy over his cock. As Af began to hump his cock, Kalen sighed in contentment and spread her legs further apart so he could play with her pink pussy. He amused himself by inserting the branches into her pussy and slowly twirling them around and around.
+Af groaned in pure need as she began to slam her swollen tits into the ground and kick her legs up and down to the twig-fucking that Kalen was giving her. Finally, when Af, could take it no more, she turned her sperm-covered face up to Kalen and shook her sweet angel ass up and down, higher and higher until she had almost flipped out of his arms and into the muddy earth.
+Tears flowed down her face to mingle with Kalen's sperm as she begged Kalen for the release that her pussy needed. "Please, for the love of all that is holy and good, please fuck my sweet angel pussy as hard as you can." She continued whimpering, "Please fuck me. Please pound me into the ground with the might of your massive cock."
+Kalen threw her body face-down onto the muddy earth and slammed his massive body down upon her. He pulled her ass up as he positioned himself behind that now bright red, well-spanked ass. With a roar of pride at reducing this Angel of the Light to a weak creature of the flesh, one who was helplessly grinding her own pussy into the open air, Kalen slammed his massive cock into her little angel pussy.
+Af screamed in pain and shock at the massive intruder now fucking her sweet little pussy. Yet, to her shame, she found herself slamming her ass back up against Kalen's cock and begging him to fuck her harder and harder. She began panting heavily as her tits slammed back and forth against the ground to the thrusts of Kalen's hard cock going further and further down her tight pussy.
+With a scream of triumph at possessing this innocent little Angel of the Light, Kalen exploded in her pussy, drenching it with his hot sperm.
+The feeling of being pounded by a volcano of hot sperm sent an electric current down Af's pussy and she screamed as waves of pure pleasure rocked her soft, silken body. She cried tears of relief and pleasure that Kalen had finally been kind enough to fuck her despite her misguided attempts to rebel against him. Thank the heavens, he had finally shown mercy to her sweet, little, angel pussy.
+Kalen pulled his still-dripping cock out of Af's hot pussy and sprayed the rounded curves of her ass with his final eruptions of sperm.
+As Af felt her sweet ass be coated by Kalen's blanket of hot sperm, she sighed deeply in contentment. With a little yawn, Af closed her sweet angel eyes and fell asleep, her ass and pussy nicely warmed by Kalen's stream of never-ending sperm.
+Kalen smiled at the thought that he had just fucked his innocent little angel so far down her pussy that she couldn't move. She just had to lie there face-down on the ground with her pussy wide open while his sperm mixed with the flood of angel pussy juices that were soaking the ground beneath her sweet pussy. He raised her little face still covered with his hardened sperm out of the mud. He lowered his hands over her huge tits and squeezed them hard while he bit down on her pink nipples. She was such a fuckable angel but alas he had other duties to perform that day.
+Kalen carefully lay the sleeping Af on her back on the ground. He sat down in front of her pussy and opened her up wide to take one final look at her well-fucked angel pussy lips that were still seeping pussy juice and his sperm. He sighed in regret as he squeezed her angel pussy a few more times. Reaching over for a few of the willow branches that he had used to spank her well-rounded ass, he carefully placed them in her pussy. He watched as her hot little pussy started to hump the branches.
+Kalen leaned over the sleeping Af and rubbed his dripping cock over her sweet pink lips. He smiled as Af opened up her mouth and sleepily began to clean off his cock and balls. With a final thrust down her sleeping throat to enjoy her new-found ability to swallow deep, Kalen pulled out of Af. He used her beautiful silken locks of golden hair to thoroughly clean his own sperm and angel pussy juice off his cock before he zipped up his pants. He turned to grab his sword and leave her there for the next wanderer to encounter and make welcome.
+Kalen's last sight of the sleeping Af was of her hungry angel pussy sucking the willow branches in and out to the same rhythm of her little pink tongue licking away at her sperm covered lips. Her golden locks covered with sperm and angel pussy juice glistened in the sun as the breeze blew her golden locks over and then away from her naked body in a strip tease that any wanderer who happened upon her would not be able to resist. If his sweet little angel did not wake up soon, he chuckled, she might wake up to find she was being fucked unconscious again by another creature of the Fairee realm. Who knows? If the Angel of Light was still here on his way back with those tempting pussy lips wide open and still-gushing, perhaps he might be able to squeeze another angel-fuck in before the sun had set.
+***
+Af woke up and looked around her in bewilderment at finding herself alone in the woods. Where had Kalen gone? How could she bring him to the Light if he had left her alone? She looked sadly down at her well-fucked angel body. Somehow, she had failed to please him or he would have stayed with her. Af resolved that the next wanderer she encountered would be warmly welcomed and brought to the Light.
+Af groaned in discomfort as she pulled the wooden branch out of her pussy. She was a bit embarrassed at how juicy her pussy sounded as the wood sloshed around her pussy juices as it came out. Slowly, Af stood up and looked over her sperm, pussy juice, and mud covered body. She was absolutely filthy and for an Angel of the Light that was unacceptable. Af looked over to find her white dress to place over her well-fucked angel body and cover her shame. However, she could not bear to dirty the dress with her body so she decided to walk naked through the woods until she could find somewhere to purify her body.
+Af's tits got redder and redder as she walked through wooden thickets. The branches kept slapping her tits back and forth until her sweet pink nipples were sore but very hard from the constant stimulation. Her little ass, which had already been quite red from being paddled so hard by Kalen, also got redder as the branches kept springing back and spanking her sweet ass cheeks as she walked through them. For Af, the most embarrassing part of her walk was the way the tall grasses kept reaching up to tickle her soft pussy lips. Af found herself pausing several times along the path to hold onto the nearest tree and spread her legs farther apart to allow the tall grasses to torment her for just a few quick minutes before the sweet Angel of Light found the strength to walk away from the devilish grasses so powerfully masturbating her to orgasm. The worst part for Af as she journeyed through the woods was when she looked behind her and realized she was leaving a visible slime trail of sticky, hot angel pussy juice behind her. Tears of frustration fell from her eyes as she realized she had gone from being a powerful Angel of the Light to a filthy, sexually aroused animal in heat who was leaving her copious scent-markers for all who came behind her to see, smell, and follow.
+With a sigh of relief, Af saw a small pond of sparkling blue water ahead of her. She tossed her little white dress casually on the rocks beside the pond and carefully picked her way over the gravel and broken shells. Af sat down on a large rock and squirmed painfully as her sore ass rubbed against the granite. She bent down and slowly began to unbind the black leather straps that ran from her sandaled feet to her mid-thighs. Af blushed as she bent down close enough to her sweet little pussy to smell how well-fucked she had been. Her little angel pussy smelled pungently of Kalen's sperm and her own juices. With a sigh, she left the leather sandals on the rock and moved towards the crystal pond.
+Af walked into the shallows of the pond and gave a shriek of surprise at the piercing cold water. Her little pink nipples immediately puckered hard and a chill ran through her sweet little pussy as the cold water quickly rose through her overheated pussy lips and into her tight pussy walls.
+With a moue of distaste, Af made herself dunk her entire head into the ice cold water as she washed her golden hair and watched the mud, sperm, and pussy juice residue float away. Reaching far below to the bottom of the pond, Af grabbed some soft mud and used it to scrub the hardened sperm and pussy juice off her face, her tits, and her well-paddled ass. She roughly ran her hands over her soft body to remove all the evidence of that Kalen had fucked her. Then she slowly walked out of the pool and stood on the shore in confusion. Her soft, silken body was now glowing and pink from the cold of the water but she was still dripping wet and goose bumps were forming all over her sweet flesh. Her nipples were so painfully cold and hard that she had to massage them with her hands to try and warm them up. She looked over forlornly at the few items of clothing she had to wear.
+Af sat down on the granite stone and tightened the black leather straps of her sandals once more up her legs to her mid-thighs. As she stood there naked, except for her black leather bindings, she reluctantly reached over and pulled back on her white dress. What had been once too tight was now completely obscene and transparent on Af's little body. Her dress stretched so tightly across her swollen tits that her tits were completely visible with the sweet pink nipples as the candy on top of a massive angel treat. The dress clung to her entire pussy and was now being sucked into her wet pussy lips as if its sole intent was to masturbate her as she walked. The back of the dress had burrowed its way into the crack between her ass and revealed every curve of her sweet rounded cheeks.
+As Af looked down at herself, she burst into tears. She looked like a walking fuck-angel and nothing like the pure, innocent Angel of Light that she was. As she wiped away her sniffles on the neckline of her dress, it nearly ripped from being forced to pull over her massive tits. Quickly, Af let go of the neckline and watched her tits nearly pop out of her dress. She shook her head in despair but there was nothing to do but keep going on her journey.
+Slowly, as Af walked through the heat of the afternoon sun, her clothes and body began to dry off. The path was almost artificially smooth but Af was too glad that she was no longer in a state of perpetual heat to notice the strangeness of the woods around her.
+Af paused and tilted her head to one side as she heard heavenly chimes in the distance. With a renewed spirit of joy, Af began to move faster towards the sound of the music. Surely, where there was this music of the Light, there would be creatures of the Light, who would treat Af as the pure and innocent celestial being that she was.
+As Af entered the clearing, she paused stunned at the luminescent sight before her.
+A beautiful, iridescent creature with a massive protuberance upon its forehead turned to look at Af approach. He neighed a welcome and gestured with his massive protuberance for Af to draw nearer. As Af came close enough to see his mesmerizing blue eyes, she went light-headed and weak at the knees. As she gasped for breath, her tits began to heave up and down as her pink nipples hardened and pushed against the neckline of her little white dress. To be in the presence of such innocence as a unicorn was more than Af could bear.
+Af reached out one little hand to stroke the unicorn's head and sighed as the unicorn reached down with his head to butt it gently against her own. With a sob of joy, Af reached out and grabbed the unicorn around his neck, pressing her body firmly against his massive chest. She relaxed into the soothing heat of his body and began to caress his silvery mane. As she looked at the light shimmering over his beautiful hair, Af blinked and shook her head as if to throw off the spell of the unicorn that she was falling under.
+The unicorn whuffed warm air close to Af's neck as he reached further down to nuzzle her face and neck. As Af sighed in pleasure, the unicorn moved his head further down her chest until he was resting his heavy head on the tops of her massive tits that were swelling free from her dress.
+Af looked down in confusion into the unicorn's eyes as he looked up at her from his comfortable pillow of her sweet, swollen tits. Finally, Af dropped her eyes uncomfortably as she submitted to the mesmerizing power of the unicorn's gaze.
+The unicorn whinnied approvingly. He lowered his head to look down at the massive tits beneath him. With his long tongue, he licked the tops of Af's sweet tits as he sucked the salty perspiration off her skin, leaving his frothy, thick saliva behind. The unicorn then reached out with his teeth and gently ripped the neckline of Af's little dress, completely exposing her massive tits.
+Af reached out and gently tried to push the unicorn away from her tits but the unicorn neighed harshly and looked up warningly at her. Af was unable to meet his gaze and let her hands fall to her side as the unicorn began to suck and lick her tits. The feeling of this huge, warm mouth forcefully enveloping her massive tits and then tugging at her sweet pink nipples caused Af's pussy to start gushing. Shamefully, Af realized that she was no longer just passively allowing her tits to be sucked by the unicorn. She was arching her back higher and higher to allow the unicorn fuller access to her unresisting body. Her hands were now twisted in the mane of the unicorn, caressing him and pulling his head harder down against her tits.
+As her hot, streams of pussy juice began to flow out of her sweet, angel pussy and soak its way down her legs, the unicorn jerked his head in surprise. With a very approving sniff, he started to lick his way down her taut abdomen and then paused as he reached the outside of her very slick pussy. He sniffed again harder and then lowered his head further down to the very tops of the black leather ties around her thighs. The leather was soaked through with Af's sweet angel juices and the unicorn began to slowly lick up and down her thighs sucking up as much of her sweetness as possible but leaving behind his own hot, foamy, saliva.
+Af began to pant with anticipation of how his long, rough tongue would feel against her sweet little pussy, but the unicorn refused to satisfy her by going further. He always paused when his warm, firm tongue was just outside her soaked pussy lips and then would move his way back down her thighs again.
+Af began to moan with lust as she began to rock her angel pussy back and forth to draw the unicorn closer.
+The unicorn gently reared up and softly knocked Af onto the ground. He used his massive head to pry her thighs further apart and lay down on the ground in front of her pussy. As the unicorn looked down at the hot, little pussy gushing so strongly in front of him, he inched closer and slowly put his head down closer to the eager pussy. He thrust his soft mane forward and slowly tickled Af's little pussy as she began to pant faster and faster. When Af attempted to lower her pussy down hard against the unicorn's head and hump him with her sweet pussy, the unicorn pulled back and neighed harshly.
+Angry at Af's refusal to submit completely to his will, the unicorn flipped Af over to lie face-down on the grass using his strong, massive, horn. He then shoved his horn harshly under her pussy and pulled her ass up to a more prominent position in the air.
+Af panted in fear and desire at the power of the unicorn that was now to be directed against her. She turned her head upwards as she met the unicorn's mesmerizing eyes with her trembling ones. As she opened her mouth to beg for mercy, the unicorn stamped his hoof on the ground and gestured harshly with his head for Af to place her head back down on the ground.
+Af obediently lowered her head back to the ground and relaxed her pussy juice and saliva covered soft thighs and rounded ass as she felt the unicorn's head slide between her warm thighs to roughly reposition her little ass. Af was shamed to realize that despite her fear, her pussy was still gushing down and soaking her legs and the unicorn's mane.
+With a heavy whump, the unicorn slapped Af's sweet ass with his heavy horn. Af screamed and then panted with desire as she awaited the next blow. The unicorn paddled her ass several times with his massive horn as Af's sweet ass turned redder and redder but her pussy got hotter and stickier with each whump of the horn against her little ass. She could tell the unicorn was smelling her arousal because he stopped paddling her ass and began to sniff approvingly at the juices flowing out of her pussy.
+The unicorn reached out with his long, warm tongue and began to lick Af's ass cheeks thoroughly from top to bottom as Af shuddered and whimpered beneath him. With a whuff of warm air, the unicorn stuck his tongue between the crack in her ass and slowly whuffed his way down and then licked his way back up her sweet ass crack. After a few minutes of this, Af realized to her horror that she was grinding her ass crack against the mouth of the unicorn and trying to shove her hips as high in the air as possible as though she was a mare in heat wanting to be fucked by a stallion.
+The unicorn began to nip at Af's rounded ass and then slowly shove his head down under her pussy and lick her throbbing pussy lips. Af began to cry as her physical flesh was consumed with the desire to be fucked hard and the unicorn was just teasing her pussy instead of shoving his massive horn inside of her and fucking her sweet angel pussy until she was too weak to move.
+As if finally taking mercy on Af's compulsive heat, the unicorn used his massive horn to flip Af roughly back on the ground. As Af looked up at the unicorn, she raised her arms in submission and begged. "Please, Sir Unicorn, we are both Creatures of the Light. Please take pity on my hot, angel pussy that needs to be fucked by your massive horn."
+The unicorn nodded as he looked down at Af who was covered with pussy juice mixed with his own hot, foaming saliva. It was time to put this horny little angel out of her misery. He moved closer to Af who was writhing on the grass from lust and lowered himself down on the ground in front of her. He whuffed approvingly at the raw heat that was coming out of the little angel's pussy. Her pussy was red hot and thick with her pussy juice.
+Af began to buck her pussy up at the unicorn desperate to be mounted immediately and fucked hard.
+The unicorn moved his massive torso between Af's silken thighs forcing them so far apart to encircle him that her thighs immediately began to ache. As the unicorn moved his head closer to her pussy, Af raised her legs above the unicorn's massive head and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his horn closer to her pussy.
+The unicorn pulled slightly away to position his horn in the best possible angle to impale Af's sweet pussy.
+Af trembled from the position she had been forced into. With her legs wrapped around the unicorn's neck, her body had been pulled almost completely off the ground. Only her head and neck were on the ground. She looked up in the unicorn's eyes and shivered at the power of the beast who was about to impale her with his massive weapon.
+With a possessive bark, the unicorn plunged his massive horn into Af's hungry pussy and she screamed from the force of his thrust. The unicorn began to thrust his horn in and out of Af's drenched pussy as she moaned in pleasure and pain.
+The sensation of being fucked while she was upside down was almost more than Af could take. She had never been penetrated so deeply or with such power as the unicorn who was fucking her now. Her tits were bouncing around uncontrollably and slapping together with a loud explosion of noise as the unicorn kept thrusting away.
+Finally, the unicorn screamed in triumph as he exploded into her little pussy. His sperm was so hot and heavy that it poured out of Af's pussy and down her tits and face. His never-ending foamy sperm covered Af like a blanket that immediately started to harden over her. With the final thrust of his horn, the unicorn then used his horn as a lever to gleefully pick up Af by her pussy and gallop around the meadow waving her around in the air like she was a flag on his own, very personal, pole.
+The sensations were too much for Af's oversensitive pussy and she exploded in waves of orgasms that were just too powerful for her innocent little angel pussy to bear. With tears streaming out of her eyes, Af fell unconscious.
+After a few more gallops around the meadow with the unconscious Af's slick little pussy sliding up and down the unicorn's massive horn, he stopped and slid her pussy off his horn as she fell to the ground. The unicorn paused to look down at the angel he had just fucked to unconsciousness.
+He rolled her over on her back and lay his massive body down upon hers. Slowly, he slid himself up and down her unconscious body, enjoying the feeling of her soft warm body against his rough hair. He lowered his head down over her massive tits and sighed. With an approving whuff at the fuckability of her tits, the unicorn pushed his massive horn between her tits and slowly rubbed his sperm and her pussy juice off on them. He then bent his huge horn closer to Af's sweet mouth and neighed as her little tongue immediately came out and began to lick and then suck his horn.
+Af's hot little mouth unconsciously began to suck his horn in and down her throat. The unicorn felt himself get harder and bigger as the sweet angel's compulsive sucking slowly brought his horn back to full strength. He tilted his horn to get as much of it as possible during the sleeping Af's sweet throat. The unicorn neighed in pleasure as he felt his horn snugly massaged in Af's tight mouth and her tongue swirling up and down his shaft.
+With a little sigh, the unicorn pulled his horn out of Af's mouth until she was just sucking his most sensitive tip. As Af slowly sucked his tip, the unicorn lowered his mouth to her huge tits and began to nuzzle them. He then began to nip at her sweet, little nipples until they hardened and Af began to moan.
+The unicorn looked down in surprise as he felt Af's sleeping pussy began to rock under his heavy body as she started to twitch from side to side. With a few more nips of her massive tits, the unicorn lowered his head to her sweet little pussy that was beginning to flow again. He shoved her thighs apart with his muzzle and began to lick out her hot pussy. He used his tongue to lick up and down the side of her pussy and then began to flick at her swollen clit with his tongue.
+Af moaned harder and harder but she was simply too exhausted to wake up despite the pleasure her little body was being made to feel.
+The unicorn eagerly slurped up Af's sweet pussy juices and then flipped her over so that she was face-down on the ground. He used his horn to position her little ass up in the air and then thrust his massive horn into her slippery pussy. He neighed happily as her little pussy muscles began to massage his huge horn. He simply couldn't resist pulling out of her sticky pussy and slapping his horn hard against her sweet ass. He began to alternate thrusting down her pussy, pulling out to slap her roughly against her rounded ass, and then thrusting back into her hungry pussy.
+The sleeping Af began to whimper with each thrust and then punishing slap of her ass. Her angel ass kept getting redder and redder but her sweet pussy kept getting hotter and stickier. Finally, as the unicorn slapped her particularly hard, and then thrust roughly in her pussy, Af came with an explosion of such intensity that the force of her climax caused her sleeping pussy muscles to milk the unicorn's horn with such power that he exploded into her as well.
+The unicorn's sperm overflowed Af's little pussy and poured down her body. The unicorn pulled out of Af and allowed his sperm to spray over her face and tits until she was covered with an avalanche of white foam.
+Af sleepily batted away the sperm from her nose and grumbled for a moment. Then with a pacified sigh, her little tongue came out to lick away the yummy sperm coating her lips as she slept.
+The unicorn stood over the sleeping Af and lowered his head to nibble at her sweet nipples and lick that angel pussy one last time. Then with a final look at the sweet little angel covered with his sperm and foamy saliva, the unicorn nodded approvingly at the beautiful sight of the Angel of Light fucked unconscious. He shoved his muzzle into her thighs and pushed them further apart so he could sniff deeply of her sweet angel pussy one last time. Leaving her legs spread wide apart for any wanderers of the forest to enjoy the view of her glistening pink pussy as well, the unicorn flicked his tail and cantered off without another thought for the sweet little angel he had fucked so thoroughly.
+***
+As the light of the day moved into the realm of twilight, Af awoke to the feel of a cold breeze penetrating her wide-spread pussy lips. She slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the cold wet ground and looked around for the unicorn who had fucked her into unconsciousness. Tears spilled out of Af's beautiful blue eyes as she realized another creature had fucked her angel pussy so thoroughly and then abandoned her helpless body to the creatures of this land. Af shook her head in despair. How could she bring the beings of this realm to Light if they kept leaving her?
+Af looked down at her filthy body covered in hardened sperm and sticky pussy juice and foamy saliva. She shook her head in disbelief as she realized she was completely naked except for the tight, black leather sandals that wrapped their straps up to her soft thighs. Her little pink nipples were hard and puckered from the cold evening air and goose bumps were forming all over her silken flesh. As Af stood up to leave the meadow and seek shelter for the night, she gingerly patted her well-paddled ass that was still glowing pinkly in the dark.
+Af moved through the thicket for what felt to her like forever as tree branches kept smacking her soft tits and ass as she stumbled through in the darkness. Finally, Af saw the soft glow of light up ahead and sighed in relief. She was saved. She would no longer have to face the grim possibility of burrowing her sweet little body into the muddy earth in order to find warmth and create shelter through the night for herself.
+Af approached the little log cabin on the outskirts of the thicket in wonder. She couldn't imagine who would live so far away from civilization but she was grateful they did. Af knocked on the heavy oak door as hard as she could with her little hand clenched into a fist. She could hear the sound of a dog barking inside and then heavy footsteps.
+The door opened and a man appeared dressed in the uniform of an urban guard. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the naked woman in front of him. His gaze slowly moved to her massive tits with their pink nipples hardened from the chill of the evening and then further down to her slick looking pink pussy. His strong lips twitched appreciatively at the sexy strips of black leather that were wound tightly around her slender, luminescent rounded thighs and calves.
+Af became uneasy at the length of his gaze on her naked body and began to wrap one arm protectively over her massive tits while her other hand hovered in front of her pussy to guard it from further stares.
+"Who are you?" asked the man.
+Af stood a bit straighter and unconsciously thrust her swollen tits further up into his view. "I am Af, an Angel of the Light. I am here to learn about the beings who exist within this realm and bring them closer to the path of Light."
+The man snickered as he looked down at Af's naked, well-fucked body. "You look far too filthy to be an Angel of the Light. Clearly, you are a demon and trying to enter my home in order to hurt me." He shook his head angrily. "Begone demon before I turn my hound Barghest upon thee."
+Af began to cry as she threw her naked body against his. "Please help me. I am so cold and thirsty and hungry. I really am an angel in need of your help."
+The man sighed in exasperation. "I am Luc. I don't really believe you are an angel, but clearly you are too pathetic to be allowed to wander around alone tonight." He turned and shoved Af through his doorway as his hound Barghest began to sniff curiously around Af's leather covered legs.
+Luc looked more closely at Af in the light of his cabin. He moved closer to sniff her neck and then began to sniff around her massive tits and hard nipples. "Have you been walking around covered in unicorn spunk all-day?" He shoved his face between her hard tits and began to roughly jostle them from side to side as he moved his face back and forth between them. He reached up and grabbed one massive tit in his hand as he pulled it painfully away from her torso and sniffed deeply under her tit. He then did the same to her other massive tit.
+Af could only stand there in exhausted shock and let Luc roughly handle her naked body. She was too grateful to be in the warmth of his cabin and be able to soon eat and drink something to protest her treatment.
+Luc smiled inwardly, pleased at the submission shown by this beautiful, naked stranger in front of him. He kneeled down in front of Af and began to sniff around her pussy.
+Af looked down in embarrassed confusion. "What are you doing, Luc?" she whimpered.
+Luc calmly looked up from her little pussy. "I cannot allow you freedom in my cabin if you are a demon," he said. "If you are truly an Angel of the Light, I should be able to smell the angel scent deep within your pussy. If you are a demon, I will be able to smell that stench as well."
+With a little sigh of submission, Af parted her thighs further apart to allow Luc greater access to her pussy.
+Luc put his hands roughly on her thighs as he pushed them around his shoulders and burrowed his face deep into Af's pussy. He inhaled deeply and then slowly pushed his tongue deeper into the walls of her tight pussy. He could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of her angel pussy even under the layers of spunk that coated her little pussy. He could feel her shudder as he explored her pussy lips with his tongue and then nibbled at her swollen clit. Such a slut this angel pussy clearly was to be so easily aroused by his licks and nibbles despite having been clearly fucked thoroughly throughout the day thought Luc. He decided to have a little fun with this little angel who had so unexpectedly appeared at his door and promised to be a very enjoyable way to spend his otherwise dull evening.
+With a growl of pretend-rage, Luc pulled his face out of Af's pussy and stood up. He looked at Af and scowled. "I can scent nothing angelic about this filthy pussy of yours." He shook his head in distaste. "All I can smell is the spunk of several men coating your entire body. You could be a demon here to kill me or just an angel slut." He sighed. "I can't take a chance. You will have to obey me totally in everything that I tell you to do this evening or you will be forced to leave and survive on your own tonight."
+Af shook her head sadly. "I promise you that I am not a demon, Luc. But I will obey you."
+"Good," said Luc. He smiled down at Af as her stomach growled. "Perhaps, I should feed you first."
+He pulled Af by her hand into his kitchen. When he turned from the stove to see that Af had sat down on one of his kitchen chairs, he growled. "Your body is far too filthy to sit on a chair. You will have to sit on the floor until you are cleaned up."
+Although shocked at his tone with her, Af still obediently sat down on the floor. She squirmed as the hard wood of the floor hurt her sore little ass.
+With a sign of pretend-exasperation, Luc sat down on the floor beside Af. He leaned back against the cupboard and stretched out his legs. With a quick scoop, he pulled Af's naked body upon his own and leaned her back across his chest. He gave Af a bowl of soup to eat. As Af ate greedily, Luc amused himself by squeezing her massive tits and tugging and scraping at her pink nipples with his fingernails.
+His hound Barghest approached and began to sniff curiously over Af's black leather laced legs. He was intrigued by the many different scents that coated her body, different layers of sperm, saliva, and oceans of angelic pussy juice.
+Af tensed up as Barghest began to sniff closer to her angel pussy and tried to draw her legs closer together as she attempted to shoo Barghest away.
+Luc's body tightened in anger at Af's actions. "Leave Barghest alone. He is just attempting to find out if you are a demon in disguise. Let him do his job as guardian of this house or you will quickly find yourself outside in the cold."
+Af leaned back Luc and nodded her uncomfortable acceptance of his authority to determine who or what was allowed access to her angel body.
+Luc smiled down approvingly at her and squeezed her firm tits as he sat back to enjoy the show.
+Barghest approached closer and began to sniff around her tits and puckered pink nipples.
+Af jumped in shock and discomfort as Barghest began to lick her tits roughly.
+Luc gave Af a rough warning pinch on her little ass to behave herself. He leaned down to look at Barghest slobbering over her huge tits and smiled. "He's just trying to lick beneath the layers of sperm that have coated your body to reveal your true essence."
+Barghest then moved his muzzle down Af's tight abdomen and further down. He pressed his cold nose directly at her pussy.
+Af looked up into Luc's eyes hoping he would show her mercy and push Barghest away from her little pussy.
+Luc frowned down at Af and shook his head. He forced Af to stand up and then he ordered her to spread her black leather laced legs further apart.
+Af obediently shuffled her thighs further apart and then looked up at Luc for further instructions.
+Luc reached out and bent Af's upper body down against the front of her legs.
+Af moaned a bit as her huge tits dangled down in front of her and then were pushed firmly against her leather wrapped legs.
+Luc smiled devilishly at the sight of the little angel with her ass so prominently displayed in front of Barghest's panting head. With a little chuckle, Luc reached down with his strong hands and grabbed each of Af's sweet ass cheeks, one in each hand. He then slowly pulled apart her ass cheeks to better position her for Barghest's inquiring nose.
+Af jumped as Barghest poked his warm mouth against her ass and began to lick her sweet cheeks. He poked his nose deeply in the crack between her ass and began to sniff up and down. Finally, with a final nuzzle of her sweet angel ass, Barghest placed his warm, fur covered head under her pussy and slowly rubbed back and forth against her dripping pussy lips. Then, at an amused command from Luc, Barghest stopped masturbating Af and reluctantly pulled away.
+As Af turned around, she saw Barghest looking smugly at her as he wagged his tail happily up and down. Af shuddered and looked up at Luc hoping that Barghest's inspection of her was over.
+Luc nodded his head firmly no. He pulled Af upon his body and sat back down with her.
+Af whimpered in submission to the forceful authority of Luc.
+Luc reached down and bent Af's legs back into her chest. He then spread her bent legs open and hung each of her soft thighs over each of his massively hard thighs. He smiled in amusement as he looked down at the angel's little pussy spread so wide-open in front of his hound.
+Barghest plunged his nose deep into Af's pussy as he began to pant. The sweet angel smell of her pussy was irresistible to him. He began to lick her pussy lips out. His warm, wet panting sent electric chills through Af's little pussy.
+To Af's shame, the licking of the hound against her pussy caused to moan and twist her little pussy as she began to become aroused. She looked up at Luc for help but he merely pulled her legs even further back so that Barghest would have better access to her pussy.
+Luc's actions were a signal to Barghest who immediately plunged his mouth back between Af's pussy and began rapidly to lick her out. As his rough tongue pushed its way in and out of her sweet pussy, Luc began to pull hard and fast on her swollen nipples and squeeze her huge tits.
+Unable to stop herself, Af began to moan and rub her pussy harder and harder against Barghest's hot mouth. With a scream of pure pleasure, Af finally exploded against Barghest's mouth.
+Luc wrapped his arms under her huge tits and hugged her closer to him. "You are not like any angel I have ever met before," he said mockingly.
+Barghest laid his warm head against her dripping pussy and looked up into Af's sweet blue eyes. He barked in agreement at Luc's words.
+Luc stood up and picked Af up. "Time to get you cleaned up for the night," he said. He carried her into his bathroom and deposited her straight into his shower. He stripped off his clothes and got into the shower with her. He turned the hot water on hard and pushed Af's body under the pounding spray. He quickly washed her golden hair and then grabbed a cloth to scrub her sweet little face free of the sperm that had accumulated over the day as a result of her many facials. She was so exhausted from being fucked so hard so many times that day that she could only stand there like a little angel doll.
+Luc grabbed a round, bristly brush that he normally used to clean Barghest with and applied a lot of soap to it. He then pushed Af face first against the shower wall and began to scrub away all the saliva, sperm, pussy juice, and mud that coated her soft skin. He shoved the brush between her ass and scrubbed up and down her crack and then over each rounded cheek.
+Af mewed in protest at his rough scrubbing of her silken body but immediately stopped when Luc slapped her ass as a warning.
+Luc then turned her to face him. He scrubbed up and down her legs thoroughly and then stood up. He moved the rough brush to her huge tits and merrily began to scrub away at them. Af's tits began to bounce from the force of his motions. Luc grabbed each pink nipple and pulled them slightly away from her tits as he scrubbed them clean. As her nipples stood out on her tits so pink and hard, Luc could not resist biting down on each one as he squeezed her tits. He then kneeled in front of her pink, angel pussy and proceeded to vigorously scrub it with the harsh brush.
+Af began to pant and moan as his rough treatment of her pussy began to cause it to gush sweet pussy juices. She started to push her pussy into the kneeling Luc's face and then began to grind her pussy into his face.
+Luc immediately grabbed her pussy and shoved Af's body partially backwards against the shower wall. He shoved his face into her hot pussy and began to lick it out thoroughly. He shoved his tongue deep into her pussy walls and began to swirl it around.
+Af began to buck harder and harder as her overstimulated pussy couldn't take it anymore. With a scream of pleasure, Af exploded over Luc's face and collapsed on the bottom of the shower floor.
+Luc looked down at the fallen angel and smirked. He stepped over her body and straddled her on either side of her huge tits. He bent down over her and shoved his rock hard cock into Af's mouth.
+Af immediately opened wider and began to suck Luc's hot cock as hard as she could. She began to swallow him deeper and deeper into her throat. The taste of his fluids in her mouth were like ambrosia to the horny angel. She moaned and grabbed his muscular ass to pull him closer to her mouth. She began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth like she was just begging him to fuck her mouth hard like it was a pussy.
+Luc bent down further and granted her silent begging. He roughly grabbed the back of Af's head twisting his fingers hard into her long, golden locks. With a growl of possession, he slammed his massive cock in and out of her little angel mouth.
+Af screamed around the massive flesh that was crammed into her mouth. She began to frantically bang her hot pussy up and down Luc's ass as she begged him to fuck her pussy hard as she needed to be filled and pounded. Her little angel pussy was gushing sweet pussy juice as she ground it against Luc's ass.
+Luc exploded into Af's throat and her mouth filled over with his sperm. He jerked out of her hot mouth and possessively sprayed her face and tits with his spunk.
+She looked up into his face with pure joy as the smell and taste of his sperm poured over her. Luc then pushed his fingers roughly into her pussy and began to finger-fuck her as she squealed in delight. He pushed harder and harder into her tight pussy as Af rocked her pussy off the floor, humping him hard. Luc bent down to bite at her sore pink nipples and that put Af into ecstasy. With a piercing scream, Af came. Her pussy juice exploded all over Luc's hand and she fell unconscious at the bottom of the shower floor.
+Luc sighed as he looked down at the sweet little angel all covered with his spunk. Now, he would have to scrub her down again. He picked up her unconscious body and held her with one strong hand against the shower wall and scrubbed her down enjoying the feel of her sleeping little moans as he scrubbed hard between her ass. He then flipped her to face him and scrubbed her tits and nipples before moving down to her still-gushing pussy. He slammed the brush against her slick pussy lips and began to scrub her hard. He laughed to see her eager little angel pussy start to hump the brush.
+Unable to resist the begging of that pussy, Luc turned her around and pushed her firmly against the shower wall. He grabbed her by the sweet curve of her rounded bottom and spread her legs wider apart. With a powerful thrust, he mounted the sleeping Af and began to pump her hot, sticky pussy. Reaching around to squeeze her sweet tits, Luc kept pounding away until he exploded. He looked down to see his sperm foaming out of her little pussy. Unable to resist, Luc pulled out of her pussy and possessively sprayed her sweet bottom with his spunk.
+He pulled the heavy shower head off the wall and pushed it between the sleeping Af's pussy lips to clean her out. He enjoyed watching her pussy start to rub up and down around the spraying water. He then regretfully washed her sweet ass off and sadly watched his sperm swirl around the bottom of the shower.
+He picked Af up and lay her down on his bedroom floor. He quickly dried her off and rubbed her sleeping body all over with oil paying particular attention to her firm, pink nipples and massive tits. He chuckled at the thought of rubbing her slick little angel body all over him as he slept that night. She would be one warm and soft little angel fuck toy for him to play with as she slept.
+He then casually tossed her naked body into bed and enjoyed the sight of her bouncing tits as he quickly dried himself off.
+Then Luc got into bed with his naked little angel and pulled her slippery silken body against his with a sigh. He nestled his cock firmly against her rounded ass and moved his hands around to fondle her tits.
+Barghest woofed from the bottom of the bed. He jumped up onto the bed and began to work his way up under the covers. He paused midway down the bed and began to wag his tail under the covers as he made a sniffling noise.
+Curious at Barghest's behavior, Luc pulled the covers away from Af's sleeping body and looked down. He chuckled to see that Barghest had pushed his massive head between Af's silken thighs and was thoroughly licking her pussy lips and banging his head against her clit.
+Barghest pulled his glistening fur covered head slippery with Af's pussy juices out of her pussy and gave an approving nod to Luc for providing him with such a sweet chew toy. Then Barghest resumed his licking of Af's irresistible angel pussy as she started to moan and pant in her sleep.
+Luc wondered idly how many times the horny little angel would come that night under Barghest's thorough licking of her hungry pussy. He chuckled as he imagined what her reaction would be the next morning when she awoke to find Barghest between her sweet pussy lips.
+He pushed his cock more firmly into the crack between her sweet ass cheeks and sighed as the warm tightness of her ass flesh surrounded him. He wondered what his little Angel of the Light's reaction would be when she woke up the next morning to realize she had failed so miserably in her divine mission to bring Light to the Realm of the Fairee. All she had done was Fall into the sins of darkness and the flesh.
+He shook his head in amusement. Poor little Af. She had started her day out as a ball of innocent, pure energy but her weak, little angel pussy had doomed her to sin. Now, she had become the chew toy for the hell-hound Barghest and the angel fuck-doll for himself, the Morning Star.
+With a snort of delight that was eerily similar to Barghest's loud snorts of doggy pleasure as Barghest continue to burrow his way into and slosh his tongue around the Angel of the Light's sweet pussy, Lucifer harshly twisted his fallen angel's sweet, pink nipples around and around until he fell asleep.
+Barghest was far too infatuated with the sweet pussy juices of his little chew toy to fall asleep right away. With dogged perseverance, he continued to lick her thoroughly for many hours. By the time Barghest was tired enough to pull his head out of the sleeping angel's pussy, his fur had been completely drenched by her sweet pussy juices caused by her multiple orgasms. He rubbed his pussy drenched head between her tits and happily fell asleep with his muzzle between her swollen tits and his long tail wagging back and forth sliding between Af's sweet pussy lips and masturbating her to orgasm even as they both slept.
+Poor little Angel of the Light. Her destiny was now to be the sexual plaything of Barghest and Lucifer. Almost as if she already knew of her fate, Af's sweet, sleeping pussy began to throb in anticipation of the next day and the continual mastering her little angel body would receive at the paws of Barghest and the hands of Lucifer.
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+[ Author: Bella Swann; Title: The Claiming of Anahita, the Submissive Angel of Fertility; Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica ]
+In the aeons before Mortal Time began when the universe was in Chaos and the Fall of Lucifer was only just beginning, there was magic and mystery in the many kingdoms that spanned Chaos. Angels served as Servants and Messengers of the Divine Spark moving through the kingdoms attempting to bring the Light and turn the magical inhabitants away from Darkness. Some angels were less successful than others in their noble endeavours. This is the story of the claiming of Anahita, the sweet and submissive Angel of Fertility and her Fall into Lustful Darkness.
+Anahita paused in front of the glowing iridescent curtain of energy that separated the Realm of Light from the Mystical Realm of Abraxas. No Angel of the Light had ever gone into Abraxas before but those angels who had journeyed into other kingdoms had heard strange rumours of Dark magics being practiced in Abraxas that were corrupting the land as well as its people. As an Angel of Fertility, Anahita was entrusted with the mission of travelling through Abraxas and turning its denizens away from Darkness and into the Light in order to purify the land and bring it back to health.
+Anahita had spent her entire existence as innocent, pure energy, safe and secure in the Realm of Light. Today was her first journey through the glowing barrier and into her first incarnation of Flesh. Anahita would have no control over how she appeared to others in that world as her angelic powers would be severely limited. The first being she encountered would create her physical form according to its innermost desires and Anahita would appear in that form unless she encountered another being along the way powerful enough to re-shape her according to its new desires.
+Anahita's pure red light of being slowly merged with the force field that separated the Realm of Light from Realm of Abraxas and pushed her way through to the other side. She floated quickly through the warm air as she looked around for a being to touch and give her essence a physical form. She heard the sound of movement up ahead and quickly moved toward the source of the noise.
+Directly in front of her stood a fisherman who looked up puzzled at the ball of flaming light floating in the air above him that was speaking to him in his mind.
+"Greeting, Fisherman, I am Anahita, an Angel of the Light. I have come to purify and rejuvenate your world but I need you to give me physical form. Please imagine me as the most perfect of Flesh that would be the most welcome for the denizens of your world to encounter and interact with."
+The Fisherman smirked as he immediately imagined the physical and mental qualities he would most want in the woman he would most like to fuck in every possible way.
+With a golden-red shimmer of lights, the Angel Anahita became Flesh.
+Anahita looked down at her flesh in amazement and confusion. She was wearing a tight black bra that was so small, it could not contain her massive 40 DDD tits that spilled over the cups. The silk material was so tight across her pink nipples that her nipples were stretched obscenely against the fabric and clearly visible to anyone's gaze. She was wearing black panties that clung to her pussy and outlined every part of her pussy lips. What was even worse was that the fabric of her panty was being continually sucked into her pussy as she moved her legs. She was wearing bright red stilettoes on her feet that made it hard for her to balance as her massive tits coupled with the heels of those fuck-me shoes kept causing Anahita to wobble.
+Anahita tried to raise her arms to touch the soft, golden locks of hair that were flowing down her back and caressing the top of her rounded ass with their silky curls, but she stopped in shock when she realized she could not move her hands. She turned her head to try and look behind her back at her hands. They were cuffed together with some kind of silver metal contraption that pressed tightly against her wrists and made it impossible to pull them apart. Anahita immediately began trying to yank her hands apart as she violently strained against the silver cuffs. She bent forward trying to get enough leverage to break through the cuffs but all she succeeded in doing was having her massive tits pop even farther out of her tight bra and her pussy lips sucked up a bit more of the panty than before.
+Anahita looked up with her bewilderment in her bright blue eyes. "What have you done to me, Fisherman?" She yanked at her silver handcuffs in frustration. "How can I welcome and interact with those of your world in this way?"
+The Fisherman smirked as he looked over her golden flesh that was so beautifully constricted in her too tight black bra and tiny black panties. He had to fight the urge to bend her over and fuck her sweet, rounded ass as her well-deserved punishment for standing there in front of him innocently flaunting those heaving massive tits and tight, little pussy.
+"I am Imamiah, sweet Anahita." He reached out with his hands and began to roughly grope her firm tits under the guise of shoving more of her warm, soft flesh back into the confines of her tight black bra. "Trust me, when I tell you that every being you meet will be extremely eager to welcome you to Abraxas and interact with you in every possible position."
+Anahita tried to arch her back away to move his hands away from her tits but she only succeeded in pushing his hands further down into the cups of her tight bra.
+Imamiah tightened his hands over her sweet, firm tits and began to firmly massage her warm titty flesh. He smiled inwardly as he saw Anahita relax a bit under his strong, powerful circular strokes as she forgot her initial intention had been to remove his hands from her sweet angel titties entirely.
+Anahita looked slightly reassured that her divine mission would still be successful but she gestured back at her handcuffed hands in confusion. "But, Imamiah, why have you restrained me in this way?"
+Imamiah forced himself to look wounded at her show of distrust. Unable to resist those sweet pink nipples, he began to tug and twirl at her hardening nipples from the inside of her bra. He smiled openly now as he saw Anahita sigh in pleasure and push her massive chest closer for him to play with. "Trust me, Anahita," he said. "It's for the best right now until you fully understand our society and the role a sweet little angel such as yourself will have to play here."
+Anahita opened her mouth as if she would still argue, but Imamiah shook his head no and squeezed her ass cheeks painfully.
+"Don't you want to be a good little angel and please those you want to lead to the Light?"
+Anahita nodded in alarm. "Of course," she said. "I want more than anything to lead those here to the Light and purify this realm. That is the reason for my presence here as flesh."
+"Then don't rebel against me. Be an obedient little angel and you will be a complete success here in Abraxas." He smirked as he thought of what a success this sweet angel would be. He could imagine beings would line up all-day and night to get a chance to fuck a little Angel of the Light, the first one ever seen in Abraxas.
+He began to stroke her soft red lips with his right hand and chuckled at how Anahita's eager, little, pink tongue darted out and began to lick his large thumb as he firmly inserted his thumb more fully into her sweet mouth. He smugly wondered if all the female angels were this eager to Fall or had such submissive spirits as this sweet angel who had fallen into his lap. He chuckled as he then imagined Anahita over his lap and what he would do to her sweet, innocent flesh with his rock hard cock.
+Anahita began eagerly to suck on his warm thumb as she pulled it further and further into her mouth with each forceful suck. She began to feel confused as her pussy started to get wetter and her sweet nipples seemed to becoming harder. She couldn't understand the strange sense of feeling that somehow she needed to be filled — that as a woman, she was just an empty vessel that was useless without something big and hard to fill her up with something more powerful than she could ever be.
+She shuddered with uncertainty. Could it be that the weakness of the female flesh is always in her hot little pussy? Could it be that sticky wet pussies ruled the female brain? That would mean that any man who could rule the pussy by pleasuring her pussy would be the one to rule and possess the woman completely. While her mind screamed in terror and disbelief that the female flesh could be so completely controlled, her wet, little pussy began to tilt towards Imamiah's hardening cock as though her pussy was already unconsciously begging to be pleasured and possessed by him.
+"You are very, very pleasing to me, sweet little angel," said Imamiah. He pushed her to stand more fully in front of him and slipped his left hand under the back of her tight, black panties and began to cup her sweet ass. He soothingly rubbed her from the top of her ass down under her sweet curve and then back up again. He repeated this motion in circular strokes as Anahita confusedly lay her head down upon his muscular chest and sweetly sucked on his soothing thumb while he gleefully groped her innocent, well-rounded ass.
+Pleased at her sweet submission to his fondling, he then firmly inserted his fingers into the sweet crack of her ass and began to stroke her up and down inside the warm cheeks of her little angel ass. He would occasionally rub his hard, calloused hand over each ass cheek before he went down again to tickle her in-between those sweet angel cheeks.
+Anahita mewed contentment as she snuggled even closer to Imamiah. She was enjoying her interactions with Imamiah very much. She could not understand why angels remained as spirit when this flesh was so much more pleasurable. Unconsciously, she spread her long, slender legs further apart and pushed her warm ass up further in the air to give Imamiah easier access to her round, little cheeks.
+Alas, for poor Anahita, she was falling prey to the weakness of her horny little angel pussy. Imamiah's firm control of her pleasuring process was making her pussy wetter and wetter and putting her sweet angel pussy completely under his control. She was becoming a slave to her pussy with every wave of pleasure she was feeling and she was happy to Fall under the pleasures of Flesh.
+Imamiah smiled as she rubbed against his cock and purred like a contented little cat. He decided to see how wet her innocent little angel pussy was getting, so he moved his hands around to the front of her tight, black panties and inserted the tips of his fingers roughly into her little pussy.
+At first shocked, Anahita stiffened at this intimate and rough touch on her sweet angel flesh but he shook his head no and she looked up at him with her sweet, submissive eyes and relaxed her pussy again. She would just have to trust that Imamiah knew the best way to interact with her newly created angel flesh. She realized she had no choice but to obey the man who was so pleasuring her wet, little pussy.
+Emboldened by her sweet surrender, he immediately penetrated her pussy harder with four of his calloused fingers. He began to thrust them forcefully in and out of her very tight angel pussy. He could feel her sweet angel pussy juices flowing down his fingers and drenching her tiny, black panties.
+Anahita gasped as she felt the urge to grind her pussy harder and harder against his fingers. She immediately began to rock her pussy toward him in a desperate attempt to release the pressure that was building up inside her.
+Imamiah smiled as he saw her massive tits bounce up and down as she tried to rub herself to an orgasm. He pushed her down on the ground and ripped off her black panties. He looked down at her pulsating pink angel pussy just begging to be plowed and couldn't resist the call of that pussy. He unzipped his pants and plunged his massive cock into her.
+Anahita screamed in pain and shock as she felt the massive cock fill her tiny pussy and then force its way further down inside her. She gushed sweet angel pussy juices that spilled out of her and wet the earth beneath her.
+As Imamiah slammed in and out of her sweet, little pussy, Anahita blushed in embarrassment at the sloshing noises he made because of the flood of pussy juice within her.
+Imamiah wanted to penetrate her sweet pussy as far down as he possibly could, so he pulled her legs up over his neck and hung her upside down to fuck her harder and deeper than before.
+Anahita dangled helplessly in the air as her hands were still handcuffed behind her. Her golden haired head kept hitting the ground beneath her with every thrust of his massive cock into her sweet, little pussy. She wrapped her red, stiletto covered feet around his neck to hold on as he fucked her like an angel blow-up doll.
+With a grunt of pleasure, Imamiah exploded into Anahita's hot little pussy. As he filled her pussy, he pulled out and sprayed his spunk over her taut stomach and massive tits. Then he nestled his cock firmly against the outside of her sweet pussy and began to rub his cock slowly against her swollen little clit.
+She sighed in pleasure at the feeling of being filled by his flood of warm sperm and the strangely exhilarating way he was rubbing against her. Yet, she still felt anxious and unsettled as if something was still really wrong with her throbbing angel pussy.
+Not knowing what else to do, Anahita began to rock her pussy up and down as hard as she could against his cock needing something else from him.
+Imamiah laughed as he looked down at her pussy still trying to hump him. He pushed his hand firmly down on her pussy and said, "Down, girl," as if her pussy was a little bitch like one of the hounds he kept as pets who just needed to be taught how to behave around others.
+Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. "Something's wrong," she said. "My pussy still aches and still needs you to fuck me really hard."
+Imamiah chuckled condescendingly as he began to tease her angel pussy by slipping his thumb in and out of her soaked pussy lips, just enough to make her tense up and gasp, before he pulled back to her disappointed moans.
+"I know this sticky little pussy is still hot and hungry for cock but, here in Abraxas, men decide when women's pussies get to come." He leaned closer to her burning hot pussy and slowly gave her a thorough lick from the top of her pussy to the bottom. "I'm glad you want to be fucked because you will be fucked thoroughly." He groped her pussy possessively.
+Anahita shook her head from side to side in sadness. "Why won't you fuck me? I need you to pump your huge cock into me and slam my ass into the ground as hard as you can."
+Imamiah stopped smiling and fondling her little pussy. He reached down and grabbed her hard by her golden locks as he pulled her head towards him. "I have been very lenient with you, little angel. I could have said hello to you by pulling down those tight black panties and fucking you hard with your face in the mud, but instead, I treated you like the precious angel you are."
+Anahita looked up sadly into his eyes. "Have I been a very, very, naughty little angel to keep asking you questions?"
+Imamiah nodded angrily. "Yes. Women in Abraxas do not question men, Anahita. I do not want to hear you again until I give you permission to speak." He looked sternly at her. "Do you understand me?"
+Anahita nodded and said softly, "Yes. I will obey you and be a good little angel."
+At her words, Imamiah scowled. "Did I give you permission to speak, Anahita?"
+She opened her mouth but was afraid of seeming disobedient if she said anything else. She nodded no.
+Imamiah sighed mock-sadly and said, "I will have to teach you a much-needed lesson about how to act in Abraxas or you will never be able to fulfill your mission here." He pulled Anahita's unresisting body over his lap and roughly pushed her warm, sticky pussy over his rapidly hardening cock. He began to play with her sweet ass cheeks until he saw her relax on his lap. Then with his large, calloused hand, he began to spank her little angel ass. With each hard spank, he forced his fingers into her wet pussy and thrust a few times, stroking the inside of her pussy walls and then pulling back out and spanking her hard again on her ass.
+Tears welled in Anahita's eyes from the pain of the harsh spanking on her soft ass and from being such a disobedient angel that she was forcing Imamiah to punish her. She reddened in shame as she realized that she was gushing pussy juice all over Imamiah's naked cock. Worse was that her pussy was now humping his cock up and down to the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into her hot pussy.
+Imamiah laughed as he fondled her pussy into between each hard slap. "You have a wonderful angel pussy. It's so hot and sticky and definitely enjoys being spanked hard." He bent down to whisper in her ear. "Does this little angel pussy still want to come?"
+Anahita screamed. "Please. Yes. My little angel pussy still wants to come." She began to hump his cock harder and harder hoping he would penetrate her with his massive flesh.
+Imamiah laughed. "This disobedient little angel pussy doesn't deserve to be fucked with my hard cock right now." He flipped her over so that her pussy was now facing up and his massive cock was nestled securely between the sweet cheeks of her ass. He pulled her tight, black bra off and began to bite her rock hard pink nipples as she began to pant harder and harder. He paused to enjoy the sight of those massive bouncing tits and began to grope them hard enjoying the feel of the warm, swollen flesh and her gasps when he bit down on her sweet little nipples.
+Imamiah looked down at her wide-open pussy that lay convulsing with need before him. He placed his hand possessively on her pussy and squeezed hard. He smiled to hear her frantic moans. He leaned down to kiss her hard and possessively on her soft mouth, shoving his rough tongue deeply into her sweet mouth. Then with a smirk, he began to slap her hot, little pussy. He slapped her pussy lightly at first, but then harder and harder with each slap, until she was practically throwing herself off his lap in her need to be fucked. Finally, with one last hard slap of her pussy and his powerful finger-fuck of her pussy, Anahita came with a squeal of pure pleasure.
+Her pussy jerked back and forth and her 40 DDD tits bounced up and down with each violent slam of her pussy against his hard cock nestled beneath her frantic ass.
+Imamiah rolled Anahita off his lap and face-down on the grass. As she lay with her little pussy helplessly convulsing on the grass, he grabbed her sweet ass cheeks and pulled them further apart. He then slid his massive cock in-between her cheeks and placed his hands firmly on her hips. He roughly began to masturbate himself against her little angel ass. The tight squeeze felt amazing against his hard cock and the still-convulsing pussy beneath him made the rubbing sensation feel even more intense. He came with an explosion of spunk and sprayed it all over his little angel's ass coating it thickly. He then flipped her over and sprayed the remaining spunk all over her tits and face.
+Shocked at the explosion of spunk on her face, Anahita reached up to wipe spunk off her eyes and from under her nose. When she would have tried to rub more of his spunk off her face and tits, Imamiah grabbed her hands and said no.
+Anahita looked up at him as she lay covered in his spunk and immediately relaxed her body against his in complete submission.
+With a smile of approval at her immediate obedience to his will, Imamiah placed his cock in the entrance to her mouth and sighed as her mouth immediately opened wide and her tongue began to lick him clean. He pushed his cock further down her throat to rinse his spunk off in the saliva of her mouth before his spunk hardened too much on his cock.
+Then he casually flipped Anahita over and uncuffed her. He stroked her pussy and said, "now that this sweet little pussy has been such a good little pussy, you don't have to wear the handcuffs right now." He squeezed her swollen clit warningly. "But this little angel pussy better not be naughty again."
+He looked up at Anahita who nodded her obedience to him. He smirked as he grabbed Anahita and threw her spunk covered body over his shoulder so that her little ass was right by his mouth. "Time to go, "he said as he gave her a playful slap on her rounded ass. He stuck his fingers into her juicy pussy and twirled his fingers around in her warm pussy juice as he walked down to his boat moored at the end of the path.
+He carried her onto his boat and sat down with her on his lap. As he gave a command that was too fast for Anahita to hear, the boat started to move away from the shore.
+He looked down into her shocked face and smiled. "It's magic, Anahita." He pushed the fingers of his left hand into her mouth and watched as she obediently began to suck on them. He kissed her spunk covered forehead and whispered, "Go to sleep."
+Submissively, Anahita immediately closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep as she sucked Imamiah's fingers slowly in and out of her hot little mouth.
+Imamiah pulled her soft thighs wide apart and looked down at her sweet, sticky, angel pussy. He smiled to see the pussy he now owned glistening wet and shoved four of his fingers into her pussy. He slowly finger-fucked her as she drifted off to sleep. He would lean over her massive tits and bite her pink nipples as he pulled his fingers out of her hot pussy and then lean down and nuzzle her tits when he pushed his fingers back inside her pulsing, sticky pussy. It was a more amusing way to spend the afternoon than fishing would have been. He smirked. Although either way, his massive pole was getting action.
+He looked down at his little spunk-covered angel and could only smile at the thought of everything he was going to do that sweet little body once he got home. He was going to fuck her so hard and leave her wet and willing. He looked down at his hardening cock and the sleeping Anahita.
+With a chuckle, he slid her off his lap and bent her over the little barrel he used to store his mead in for long fishing trips. With her sweet ass firmly planted in the air, he pulled her legs further apart and then slammed into her pussy. He thrust into her as he fucked her back and forth over the barrel. Her hard tits slapped together with each thrust loud enough to wake the dead, but his sweet little angel was so tired, she slept through her entire fucking. With a final thrust, he exploded and hot, sticky spunk overfilled her pussy and dripped down over her body.
+As he pulled out of her sopping wet pussy, he slapped her hard several times on her sweet, tempting ass and then sprayed his remaining spunk up and down her body. He left her drenched, sleeping body on the floor of the boat, so he could look down on his well-fucked little angel pussy on the short trip home.
+To keep himself amused and that glistening pink pussy occupied while he drank a cup of mead, he decided to masturbate her little pussy with his fishing pole. He chuckled devilishly as he watched her horny sticky pussy suck the thick heavy black pole in and out of her convulsing pussy. What a perfect fishing trip! The best catch of the morning: a submissive, horny little angel pussy just for him and whomever, or whatever, he wanted to share his new toy with, of course.
+***
+The heat of the day was fully upon them as Imamiah moored his little fishing boat. He carefully pulled his fishing pole out of her sticky little pussy with an audible slurp as her pussy juices had run all down it. Placing the pussy juice coated black pole inside the sweet lips of her spunk covered face, he watched as her eager mouth quickly opened and began to suck the pole down inside her. He watched for a few minutes as she sucked his fishing pole in and out of her hot, wet mouth and licked her pussy juices off it with her little pink tongue. Finally, he pulled out his fishing pole as her sweet little face frowned slightly in unhappiness, clearly missing the feeling of being fucked in her mouth. With a laugh, he picked up the naked and still-sleeping body of the well-fucked angel Anahita and slung her face-down over his shoulder. He gave her tempting ass a few hard slaps just to watch it pinken up so beautifully and smiled as he felt her little pussy began to twitch and angel pussy juice begin to run down onto his shoulder. He stuck four of his hard, calloused fingers into her hot little pussy and slowly finger-fucked her as he walked home.
+As Imamiah reached the fence that surrounded his property, he grunted in displeasure to see the broken fence boards that he would have to come back to fix that afternoon or risk his sheep escaping. He sighed as he nuzzled and nipped at the sweet angel ass on his shoulder. He would so rather have spent the afternoon fucking his little toy, but there were more important things to do that day before he could continue breaking in her sweet little angel pussy.
+Reaching his cottage, he took his little angel into his kitchen and placed her on one of the little doggy beds his hounds used to take naps in during the day. She was far too filthy with her sperm and pussy juice covered body to take into his bed, and he didn't want to waste time cleaning her up when he had to fix the fence right away.
+Imamiah pulled a soft, red collar out of his drawer that he had used on his last toy with her name on it, Pussy, in sparkling white stones. Until he could get a collar that said, Angel Pussy, this collar would do. He collared Anahita as she lay asleep on the dog bed. Then he attached a chain to her leg so he didn't have to worry about her running away on her divine mission to purify Abraxas. He thoughtfully linked the chain to his fridge door so if his little pussy woke up and got hungry, she would be able to eat before he came back.
+Finally, he reached into his cupboard and brought out a bottle of a very special nectar that his neighbor Gwyllion had created with his magic and swore worked like a charm on all his pussy toys. Imamiah hoped it would work on his little angel pussy toy as well.
+He bent down and carefully inserted the dropper between Anahita's sweet, pink lips and watched as her mouth immediately began to open to suck in the dropper. He squeezed out three drops and watched as she sucked them down. Returning the bottle to the cupboard, he crouched by Anahita to give her hot angel pussy one more quick finger-fuck and bite her sweet pink nipples a few times before he regretfully left to fix the fence.
+His two massive black hounds, Cavall and Sirius, bounded through the large doggy door that opened into the kitchen eager for their afternoon meal. They paused curiously as they saw Anahita lying down on top of their doggy bed. Slowly, they approached the sleeping Anahita and began to sniff around her red, fuck-me stilettos, still on her slender feet.
+Cavall nudged her over with his strong head so that she lay completely on her back and he and Sirius began to explore her sleeping body. They could smell their Master's scent on her little body, but were intrigued by the underlying scent of her angel pussy juices.
+Cavall began to lick his warm tongue slowly up her left leg, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh beneath his long, rough tongue. He nuzzled her warm flesh happily as he sucked a little on some dried pussy juice that had dripped down and hardened on her sweet scented little knee.
+Sirius nuzzled the red stiletto on her right foot and began to sniff and lick his way up her right leg. She was covered with hardened spunk and pussy juices and smelled delectable to his doggy senses. He licked his way up to her right thigh and paused for the concentration of pussy juice and spunk was much higher and even sweeter so far up her leg.
+Cavall also had licked his way up her left leg and was enjoying nuzzling her left thigh with his cold nose and licking up her scented flesh in rough swirls of his rough doggy tongue.
+Anahita began to moan in pleasure as she felt their warm doggy caresses over her skin. Her little pink nipples hardened and began to heave as her sweet little pussy got wetter and wetter.
+Cavall and Sirius looked over at each other in doggy delight as their new chew toy started to create even more wonderful scents and movements for them to enjoy.
+Sirius's attention was caught by her heaving massive tits with those hardening pink nipples that reminded him of his favourite squeaky toy he liked to chew on. He leaned his massive furry paw on her swollen right tit and pushed down on her tit hard as he began to suck her right nipple. He carefully began to nibble on her right nipple as he playfully slapped her massive left tit back and forth with his left furry paw. Her tit bounced back and forth like the ball he and Cavall loved to play with. Sirius slobbered over the sweet tits of his new chew toy and woofed happily at what a lucky doggy he was to have a kind master who would leave him such sweet flesh to play with.
+Anahita panted happily as Sirius sucked her away at her right nipple and slapped her left titty around. She was having the most wonderful dreams of being licked and nuzzled and spanked and she just couldn't stop herself from getting wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter. She reached out her arms to hug and stroke her fur-covered lover who was giving her titties so much pleasure. Anahita sighed happily as she ran her little hands up and down Sirius's black fur, delighting in the warm, unfamiliar sensations that were rubbing up against her massive titties.
+Sirius woofed happily and began to wag his heavy tail as his new chew toy began to play with him.
+Cavall's attention was drawn to the sweet scents and new juices coming out of his toy's pussy. He shoved his nose between her soft, silken thighs and forced them apart so he could get a better sniff of her hot pussy.
+Anahita moaned as she felt his warm breath and the delightful weight of his black fur-covered doggy body against her angel body. She immediately opened her soft thighs even farther apart and began to rock her wet pussy towards the warmth and pressure of Cavall's muzzle.
+Cavall woofed happily that the new toy also wanted to play with him as much as he wanted to play with her. He placed his furry paws on her thighs and pushed them far enough apart so that he could shove his entire body between her slender legs and shove his entire doggy face into her sweet pussy.
+Anahita squealed in delight as she felt the hard pressure against her angel pussy. She began to slowly rub her pussy against the furry intruder as she moaned in uncontrollable pleasure.
+Cavall woofed inside her little pussy and the harsh vibrations caused her to gush even more. He began to lick her pussy up and down with his long, rough tongue. With his left furry paw, he reached up and began to rhythmically thump her swollen little clit to the happy wagging beat of his tail against the floor.
+Anahita wrapped her slender legs around Cavall's massive fur covered body and slammed him harder and harder into her hungry little pussy. She began to rub her thighs and calves against his warm fur as he obligingly shoved his nose harder and deeper into her little pussy as he licked further and further down the walls of her pussy.
+Anahita began to cry tears of pleasure at the way her body was being used by Cavall and Sirius. The sensations of Sirius nibbling and licking and slapping around her massive titties while Cavall licked out her pussy and thumped her clit with his huge, furry paw was more than her hot angel body could take.
+Her tits began to heave harder and faster as Sirius began to obligingly slap them around even more roughly. He woofed happily as his little doggy toy began shoving her tits at him as her panting got faster and faster and her body began to rock up and down.
+Unable to stop, the still-sleeping Anahita screamed out in pleasure as her pussy walls began to convulse uncontrollably around Cavall's penetrating tongue. She humped his muzzle harder and harder as she exploded into an orgasm.
+As her pussy gushed sweet angel juice all over Cavall's doggy face, he woofed in delight. What a wonderful fuck toy his Master had given them to play with. He pulled his pussy juice drenched head out of her pussy and howled in delight.
+Sirius reached down with his large muzzle to sniff and lick at Anahita's throbbing pussy. He and Cavall switched places.
+Cavall now began to lick and bite at Anahita's nipples as he gleefully slapped around her swollen tits with his heavy, fur covered paws.
+Sirius moved down and shoved his head straight into Anahita's heaving pussy. He began to lick her out thoroughly and happily thump her throbbing clit harder and harder as he humped her pussy with the slamming of his head against her sweet pussy lips.
+The still-sleeping Anahita began to squeal uncontrollably again as his rough treatment of her over-sensitized pussy sent her into another orgasm. Her thighs grabbed and held Sirius's head hard against her pussy as he woofed in doggy delight at the sweet juices his chew toy was making. Her soft legs stroked him up and down and then wrapped hard around his massive shoulders with her red-fuck me shoes dangling helpless down against his black, fur covered back as Sirius eagerly slammed his muzzle harder and harder against her pussy.
+Finally, her body physically exhausted by the force of her orgasms, Anahita relaxed her body against Sirius's head as his thumping against her little angel clit and hot pussy sent her into a wonderfully submissive state. Her pussy had been completely pleasured and mastered by Imamiah's two massive hounds, Sirius and Cavall.
+Cavall and Sirius looked down at their little toy and woofed happily. Time for a little nap with their chew toy.
+Cavall folded his doggy body against Anahita's left side and laid his heavy muzzle on her massive tit as he slowly nuzzled and nipped her sweet nipple. His doggy tail wagged back and forth as it slowly rubbed up and down against Anahita's little pussy slowly moving in and out of her hot, wet pussy as Cavall drifted off to sleep.
+Sirius woofed contentedly as he lay his massive doggy body against Anahita's right side and laid his heavy muzzle on her other huge tit. He slowly nuzzled and nipped at her hardening nipple as he sleepily inhaled the sweet scents of her arousal now coating her entire angel body. His doggy tail happily thumped up and down before he angled it over his toy's sweet pussy to thump her little pussy. Her pussy lips began to swell and moisten further as he tickled her with his tail before slowly pushing his tail in and out of her warm pussy. Sirius fell asleep to the happy sensation of his little toy's hungry pussy playing a game of tug-of-war with his tail as her pussy kept sucking his tail in and he would teasingly pull his tail out of her pussy and force her to suck furry his tail back into her pussy.
+Anahita slowly came back to consciousness for the first time since she had been fucked so hard and thoroughly by Imamiah. Her angel body had been so unfamiliar to the pleasures of the flesh that she had fallen into a deep sleep as her mind had tried to process everything Imamiah had done to her. She looked down in alarm at the two massive hounds laying down upon her massive tits and suckling her hard, pink nipples. She could also feel something, most likely their heavy doggy tails lower down that were fondling her sweet little pussy and spanking her little clit firmly but oh, so, masterfully.
+She groaned in despair as she realized that, even now, knowing she was being fucked by the furry tails of two hounds, she was still spreading her soft angel thighs wider apart to allow those wonderful furry tails masturbating her so powerfully, even better access to her hot pussy.
+However, Anahita knew that she was an Angel of the Light whose destiny was to restore the land of Abraxas to purity so that it would be forever fertile and full of the Light. She would not be a fuck toy for two massive hounds even if they were giving her waves of pleasure that were making her pussy shudder with the need to be fucked hard until she came in a sweet release of her angel pussy juices. She was better than being a doggy fuck toy, damnit.
+Determined to break free of those doggy tails, she first tried to close her pussy more tightly against the foreign intruders in the hopes of making it too awkward an angle for them to fondle her with their warm, firm tails. To her horror, she realized that closing her sweet thighs against their tails just made her pussy wetter and hotter as the friction and pressure between her pussy lips increased and the dogs wagged their tails even harder as her pussy lips fondled their tails even more closely than before.
+With a resigned sigh, Anahita decided to push the massive hounds off her tits first and then push them away from her sweet pussy as well. Unknowingly though, she had already tilted her pussy up to allow the doggy tails better access inside her wet pussy lips as she unconsciously began to rub her pussy up and down their furry tails.
+The sweet Angel of Fertility, Anahita determinedly reached down with her hands to shove the dogs' massive heads away from her tits and then off her body entirely. As she lay her little hands, one on each head of the hounds suckling her, she was surprised at how drenched their fur covered heads were and at how strangely familiar their fur felt against her body. She unconsciously began to rub her hands softly against their fur covered heads before she remembered that she had meant to push them off her massive tits not fondle their heads. She immediately began to push hard against their heads and try to move them off her warm and dog slobber covered tits.
+As Cavall and Sirius felt her hands trying to push them away from her sweet nipples and swollen tits, they opened up their sleepy eyes and looked sternly into Anahita's beautiful blue eyes. With a shake of his head at Anahita, Cavall barked a clear no, and lay his head back down on her tit to resume nibbling on her sweet nipple.
+Sirius looked deeply into Anahita's eyes until she submissively lowered her eyes unable to fight the power of his will. He woofed approvingly and then placed one heavy paw on her little face. He brought his massive head down over her face and began to lick her sweet lips. He pushed his tongue as forcefully into her mouth as he had done earlier to her hot pussy. He began to stroke his long tongue into every crevice of her little mouth and play chase with her soft pink tongue that was trying to escape him. As his rough tongue began to pull and tug at her little tongue, Anahita unconsciously sighed and began to stroke her tongue up and down his tongue. Her mouth relaxed beneath him as she allowed Sirius to use her mouth as he pleased.
+Pleased at her obedience, Sirius slowly pulled his tongue out of her mouth and possessively licked her up and down her face. He then sighed and laid his muzzle upon her huge tit so he could suckle her nipple as he drifted off to sleep once more. He lay his paw between Anahita's sweet lips and felt her tongue lick him softly up and down as she whimpered sweetly at him.
+Shame filled Anahita's face as she realized these animals were mastering her angel body for their own doggy pleasure. Then the honesty that was part of the character of every Angel of the Light made her admit that their warm, wet mouths on her tits were giving her immense pleasure as well. Tears welled up in Anahita's eyes as she realized their tails so roughly masturbating her sweet pussy were slowly bringing her to orgasm again. She lay there helpless under the massive black bodies of the hounds as her pussy began to rub harder and harder against their heavy furry tails. Her hands reached out unconsciously to hug and stroke their warm, black, furry bodies against her soft body as her little pussy orgasmed against her will.
+Cavall and Sirius gave approving barks as they felt the throbbing and gushing of her little angel pussy against their tails.
+Sirius patted her approvingly on her sweet lips of her mouth with his paw and possessively squeezed her tit. He then fell asleep sucking hard on her little nipple.
+Cavall reached up with his back paw and squeezed her little pussy happily. He left his paw possessively over her sweet, wet pussy while he nibbled her nipple and fell asleep.
+Unable to move away from the massive hounds, Anahita fell back asleep to the slurping sounds of hounds suckling her tits and the sloshing of furry tails moving up and down her sweet pussy lips. All she could do was wait for Imamiah to return and rescue her from his masterful and possessive hounds.
+***
+Imamiah returned after fixing the fence to a most unexpected and delightful sight inside his kitchen. His massive hounds Cavall and Sirius had found his little angel toy and introduced themselves to her. Judging by the sweet smell of angel pussy juice that hung heavily in the air, his sweet little Angel of Light, Anahita, the Angel of Fertility had thoroughly enjoyed being the little fuck toy of two massive hounds.
+What a lovely sight it was to see his beautiful angel toy being suckled by his two favourite hounds and fucked by their tails. He chuckled. What an amazing fuck this innocent angel had turned out to be. He could only imagine the other perversions he could force upon her submissive little body. He licked his lips at the thought. Her beautiful eyes would well up in shame, but he knew her hot pussy would flood with sweet angel juices in tacit approval at having her innocent body so mastered and pleasured by him. He chuckled again. Or mastered and pleasured by his massive hounds as well since this little angel was clearly just a sweet little pussy wandering around Abraxas and searching for any master it could find. Too bad, more female angels hadn't come through Abraxas. With their hot and sticky, sweetly submissive, little pussies, the innocent angels would be welcomed and fucked hard by every being they met. He might even be able to start a collection of little angel pussy toys and rent them out to his friends. Or, he laughed, as he looked at the innocent little Anahita being so thoroughly masturbated by his own dogs, his friends' dogs might enjoy her sweet little pussy too.
+Imamiah knelt down beside the sleeping angel and gently shooed his dogs away. Cavall and Sirius immediately woke up and stopped suckling Anahita. With regretful woofs, they slowly pulled their sodden tails out of her sweet angel pussy and moved to the corner of the kitchen to see what the Master was going to do with their new little chew toy.
+Imamiah grabbed Anahita by her massively swollen tits covered with dog slobber and roughly shook her awake by her tits. "Wake up, my filthy little angel. It's time for you to get cleaned up. I don't do sloppy seconds to my dogs."
+Anahita woke with confusion, uncertain where she was and who was holding her tits so hard. She relaxed to see it was Imamiah and not his dogs. She looked up at him with shame in her eyes and softly whimpered. "Your dogs fucked me while you were gone. I told them not to but they fucked me anyway. Where were you?"
+Imamiah scowled down at Anahita. "Did I tell you that you could speak, Anahita?"
+Anahita quickly nodded no and looked away submissively.
+Imamiah shoved his fingers into her drenched pussy and pulled them out. He slapped his pussy juice drenched fingers into her mouth and smiled as Anahita immediately began to suck on his fingers and lick them clean. He looked down at her sternly while he finger-fucked her pussy with his other hand. "I don't like when you lie to me, Anahita."
+She looked into his eyes with surprise and growing alarm.
+"Your pussy is drenched with pussy juice and dog slobber. Your horny little angel pussy wanted my dogs to fuck your sweet little body, didn't it?"
+Anahita could not lie. Her pussy had really wanted to be fucked by his dogs. She nodded sadly.
+"I cannot have a rebellious angel in my house, sweet Anahita. You must obey me or else how will you ever be able to fulfill your divine mission of restoring my land to the Light?"
+Tears welled up in Anahita's beautiful eyes as she realized by lying to Imamiah, she was falling into sin. She looked up at him and silently begged him to forgive her. She knew better now than to speak without his permission.
+Imamiah bent over and softly kissed her eyes. "I need to purify you of the sin you have just committed by lying to me."
+Anahita tearfully nodded her agreement.
+Imamiah picked her up and placed her face-down over his lap. He arranged her sweet pussy carefully over his hardening cock and let her massive tits dangle down his lap on the other side of his chair. He carefully arranged her sweet ass so that it was positioned prominently for her punishment. He looked down at her slender legs dangling down with those fuck-me red shoes still on her little feet and smiled lustfully down at her.
+Cavall and Sirius perked up their ears and moved closer to Anahita's dangling massive tits and their tails began to wag.
+Imamiah picked up the long-handled brush he used to brush Cavall and Sirius's dog hair and caressingly brushed the rough bristles over her sweet ass cheeks and teasingly moved it up and down the crack of her ass. Then he turned the brush to its flat side and began to spank her sweet ass. Anahita began to cry and bounce up and down as he spanked her harder and harder. In-between his harsh spanks, he turned the brush around and pushed the long wooden handle slowly in and out of her hot, sticky pussy.
+Cavall and Sirius took advantage of the times when Imamiah fucked Anahita's pussy with the wooden handle to nuzzle her massive tits and suckle her sweet nipples.
+Thus, poor Anahita once again found herself overwhelmed by all the sensations her poor flesh was experiencing. Her sweet ass was being spanked hard and growing redder and redder with each whack. But her hot little pussy was gushing pussy juice and soaking Imamiah's lap as he slowly fucked the handle of the brush into her eager little pussy which was beginning to hump the handle every time he placed it inside her. Then the forceful suckling of her tits by Cavall and Sirius sent her poor pussy into further spasms. The pain of the spanking was being replaced by pure waves of unbearable pleasure.
+Anahita began screaming in pleasure and slamming her pussy harder and harder against Imamiah's cock whether he was thrusting the brush into her sweet pussy or slapping her soft ass with the brush, it no longer mattered to her burning hot pussy.
+She had become one hot mess of horny, dripping angel flesh. She reached out with her hands to frantically shove her tits deeper into Cavall and Sirius's mouths. As they eagerly sucked more and more of her titties into their hot, wet doggy mouths, poor Anahita's pussy finally exploded and shot out a flowing river of pussy juice that spilled down her legs and onto the floor, soaking everything around her.
+Imamiah gave her a final hard spanks on her ass and then a few more rough fucks with the handle of the wooden brush and poor Anahita simply screamed with the overwhelming pleasure to her over-sensitized little pussy and fell unconscious.
+The poor little angel had been fucked so hard that she could only lay there unconscious over Imamiah's lap, with his dogs suckling away at her massive tits, and Imamiah continuing to amuse himself by twirling the hard wooden handle into her pussy as her hungry pussy convulsed around it and eagerly sucked the handle deeper and deeper inside her.
+Imamiah looked down at his soaked little angel covered in sperm, and pussy juice, and dog slobber and sighed as he thought of how much time he would have to spend cleaning her up to get her ready for the evening's games. He removed the brush from her little pussy and Anahita moaned and her little pussy started humping his cock. Imamiah stood up and bent the sleeping Anahita over his kitchen table. He casually pushed her legs apart to force her deeply red ass into the air. He ran his hands over her burning hot ass and smiled to see the effect of his spanking on her sweet ass.
+With a smirk, he unzipped his pants and his massive cock thrust out. He immediately slammed his cock into her sweet pussy as Anahita moaned from the slapping of his balls against her sore ass. He fucked her pussy hard for several minutes until he exploded and flooded her pussy with hot eruptions of sperm. Pulling out of her tight pussy, he sprayed the rest of his sperm over her hot ass. He smiled at the sight of her little red angel ass covered with his foaming white sperm. Just like dessert, he thought, a milky whipping with cherries on top.
+He casually dropped Anahita on the floor beside the table and went to grab a cup of cold mead from the fridge. He sat back down on the chair and looked at the well-fucked angel lying on his floor. He toasted her little pussy and then leaned back to enjoy his well-deserved beer.
+Cavall and Sirius slowly padded over to their abandoned fuck toy and began to sniff her delectable scents. Cavall stuck his muzzle into the front of her pussy and began to lick away her pussy juices and his Master's sperm.
+Sirius pushed Anahita onto her side and stuck his muzzle into the crack of her sweet ass. He slowly sniffed her ass crack up and down. Then he began to lick up and down her sweet ass before finally diving his nose from behind into her sweet scented pussy.
+Imamiah smiled at the sight of his two faithful black hounds licking out his angel's pussy from both sides.
+Anahita began to sigh more deeply as her pussy began to gush from the roughness of their doggy tongues against her overheated pussy. Her tits began to swell.
+Cavall batted her swollen tits around a few times with his massive furry paws and then began to suckle on her sweet pink nipples. He alternated between batting her tits and sucking on them as Anahita began to moan harder and harder.
+As her pussy started to gush, Sirius stuck his head firmly under her little pussy and began to rub his furry head back and forth against her pussy lips, slowly masturbating her with his furry head.
+Anahita began to clench her thighs tighter against Sirius' head and he began thumping her swollen clit with his head even as he continued to masturbate her hot little pussy.
+Sirius hit her clit hard with the top of his doggy head just at the same moment that Cavall slapped her left tit really hard and bit down on her right tit's yummy nipple.
+Anahita screamed in her sleep and orgasmed immediately.
+Both Sirius and Cavall howled in approval and triumph over their little chew toy's body. Sirius then gave her angel pussy one more possessive lick as Cavall possessively licked up and down her sweet face.
+Imamiah laughed and drained his cup of mead. He reached down and tossed Anahita's well-fucked body over his shoulder. He admired the redness of her ass from her earlier spanking as he trotted down the hallway to wash his filthy little angel clean. He chuckled. He was going to purify his little angel pussy just as she wanted to purify Abraxas. As he slapped her ass one more time for luck, he knew neither of them were going to be successful in their quest.
+Anahita woke up as he placed her in the shower. He quickly stripped off his clothes and got into the shower behind her. He unsnapped her red leather collar and tossed it onto the floor. Then, he quickly washed her golden hair and ordered Anahita to turn around and raise her arms high in the air. He pushed her against the wall of the shower and as the hot water poured over her, he poured soap onto a round brush he used to wash Sirius and Cavall and began to soap down her soft body. He scrubbed hard to remove the accumulation of the day's fucking from her entire body. He pushed her legs apart and bent her chest hard against the wall. Then he took the brush and slowly soaped off her fiery red ass cheeks. He briskly rubbed her ass crack before he ordered her to turn around.
+Anahita immediately obeyed. He ordered her to lace her hands behind her head and then firmly scrubbed her massive tits. He smiled to see how hugely swollen they were and how sensitive her little nipples were to the bristles of the brush. He then bent down and scrubbed up her slender legs and thighs. With a wicked smile, he ordered her to tilt her pelvis toward him and then roughly began to scrub her pussy clean.
+Anahita got wetter and wetter as he massaged her pussy lips with the bristles and began to rock her pussy towards him.
+Imamiah squeezed her little pussy and said, "Bad little pussy. You will have to wait until later to get your next fuck." He then turned her around and squeezed her little ass. "But this little ass crack will serve my cock nicely." He shoved his massive rock hard cock between each ass cheek and slowly rubbed his cock up and down her crack. He came with a groan of pure pleasure and deliberately sprayed his spunk over her sweet ass cheeks. Then he took down the shower head and regretfully rinsed his spunk off her ass and legs.
+Anahita stepped out of the shower and stood submissively in front of him. He quickly dried off her body and briskly rubbed her all over with oil. He picked up her red leather collar and quickly collared her again. He possessively massaged her ass as he pushed her by her sweet angel ass into his bedroom.
+He quickly dried and brushed out her golden hair with the same brush he had used to paddle her sweet ass earlier. He could tell by her quick gasp as she saw the brush that she remembered how he had used it both for her pain and for her pleasure until she could no longer tell the difference between the two. He kissed her sweet lips softly to show his pleasure at her sweet submission and smiled as she unconsciously cradled her sweet pussy against his cock. She was such a well-trained little angel.
+He then pulled out some of his favourite items he had used on his last pussy fuck doll and turned to dress his submissive little angel fuck toy. He pulled tight red silk stockings up her leg that ended half-way up her thigh but left her little pussy open for play. He pulled a transparent, little red skirt up over her rounded little ass. The skirt was so tiny that it barely covered the bottom of her ass or her pussy. Both were clearly visible anyway as the skirt was see-through. Over her massive tits, he pulled down a tiny little red top that barely covered any part of her swollen tits and ended right underneath her tits. The little red top had one other very helpful feature. It had holes cut through the material so he could pull his little toy's nipples through. His final touch was to place her red stilettoes back upon her slender feet.
+He turned her to face the mirror and then pressed his body against hers. As her sweet eyes widened in shock as she saw herself dressed like a slutty little angel, he met her gaze in the mirror. Then as she watched him watch her in the mirror, he reached his calloused hands through the opening at the front of her top and pulled her pink nipples through. He roughly massaged them until they were erect and poking through her little red top. He attached a leash to her red leather collar and led her by the leash out of his bedroom and into his living room.
+***
+He led her into his living room and sat her down on his couch. Patting her sternly on her sweet pussy, he ordered his angel bitch to stay. Then he left to gather up a few snacks for his evening guest. Cavall and Sirius approached with welcome barks as they saw her. They shoved their noses into her pussy to give her a friendly lick and sniff but, at a quick command from Imamiah, they left her alone. They moved to the corner of the room and watched Anahita with their tongues hanging out of their tongues and their tails gently wagging. They knew their Master would eventually share his toy with them again.
+Anahita could hardly look at the dogs. She was too embarrassed at how they had mastered her body so forcefully and given her such pleasure. For an Angel of the Light to be fucked so thoroughly by dogs was more than she could handle other than to pretend it never happened.
+Imamiah returned with snacks and placed them on the little table in front of his couch. He smiled to see the blushing Anahita and her pretense that the panting of Sirius and Cavall and their rapidly wagging tails had nothing to do with their eagerness to play with her again.
+He sat down on the couch and placed Anahita face-up across his lap.
+Anahita wiggled a bit until her sweet ass crack was right over his cock and cocooning it.
+Imamiah reached under her skirt and patted her pussy approvingly. "Good little pussy," he said. Then he began to bite and tug at her sweet little nipples jutting out so wickedly from the holes in her obscenely tight, little, red silk top.
+Anahita sighed in pleasure and leaned her little head against his hard chest as she snuggled closer to her Master.
+"Well, this is a beautiful sight," said Gwyllion as he sauntered into the room. "I didn't realize you had a new toy, Imamiah."
+Imamiah chuckled. "She's a very special toy. She's an angel." He smirked. "Anahita, why don't you say hello to my dear friend, Gwyllion."
+Anahita immediately opened up her sweet mouth to say hello but Imamiah quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "That's not how women of Abraxas say hello." Anahita's eyes widened in confusion as she was uncertain what to do next.
+Gwyllion sat down on the couch beside her and twisted her little pink nipples as he spoke over her head to Imamiah. "She's not very bright, is she?"
+Imamiah sighed. "She's new to Abraxas." He smirked. "Besides, what does a woman need with brains? As long as she has a man around to fuck her little pussy, she's doing what she was designed to do by her Creator." He reached down and roughly squeezed her massive tits. "See, little angel. You are fulfilling your holy mission here right now. Aren't you?"
+Anahita looked a bit confused but knew that her Master knew best so she smiled and nodded yes.
+Gwyllion sighed. "She's still being rude and not saying hello."
+"I'll help her get started," said Imamiah. He pushed Anahita back against the arm of the couch. Then he reached down and grabbed her silken thighs and spread them wide open.
+Gwyllion handed him a small dog pillow which Imamiah shoved under her ass to push her pussy further up in the air.
+Anahita sighed as she felt Gwyllion's massive, hairy hands spread her thighs farther apart. He then shoved his face into her pussy and began to lick her thoroughly up and down. He pushed his massive nose further and further into her pussy, twirling his tongue around pussy walls.
+Anahita began to get wetter and wetter as she felt Gwyllion laugh against her pussy before he pulled his face away glistening with her sweet juices. Gwyllion wiped his face off on her little red skirt and then looked over at Imamiah. "That is one sweet little angel pussy." He chuckled. "Maybe we should practice how she needs to say good-bye."
+Imamiah laughed. "Good idea." He casually flipped Anahita over and arranged the doggy pillow under her wet pussy.
+Gwyllion reached up under her little red skirt and begun to massage her firm ass. He smiled at how red it was. "How sad that I missed the spanking you must have given these little cheeks."
+Imamiah laughed. "I had to teach my angel pussy not to lie to me." He squeezed her ass cheek possessively. "She tried to pretend that she didn't enjoy being fucked by Sirius and Cavall." He slapped her ass cheek hard. "She won't lie to me again, will you, sweet Anahita?"
+Anahita quickly nodded no.
+Imamiah and Gwyllion laughed. They knew that whether or not Anahita ever lied or disobeyed her Master ever again wouldn't matter. That sweet little angel ass was going to be well-paddled whenever the mood next struck her Master.
+Gwyllion reached down and stuck his nose at the bottom of her ass as he began to lick her pussy from behind.
+"That's how you need to say good-bye, Anahita," said Imamiah. He reached down and pulled her ass cheeks further apart to give Gwyllion better access to her sweet pussy.
+Anahita sighed happily as she felt her body being pleasured so skillfully by Gwyllion. She mewed in disappointment when he finally stopped licking her pussy and massaging her ass cheeks with his strong, hairy hands.
+Imamiah flipped her back over and pulled her onto his lap so he could bite her nipples and squeeze her tits.
+Gwyllion sighed in envy.
+Imamiah smiled and slowly pushed her soft thighs apart again.
+With a quick thanks, Gwyllion began to fondle her sweet pussy with his thick, hairy fingers. He would teasingly slip them into her sweet pussy lips, twirl his fingers around to get her juices flowing, and then pull them quickly back.
+Anahita began rocking her pussy toward Gwyllion, begging him with her wet little pussy to shove his fat fingers further and deeper into her pussy.
+Gwyllion laughed at her eager pussy. He looked at Imamiah and smirked. "I think your little angel's pussy wants to be fed."
+Imamiah laughed. "There's a cucumber in the fridge. Why don't you feed her that?"
+Anahita stiffened with fear at the thought of a cucumber being shoved up her little pussy. She looked up at Imamiah with pleading eyes as she silently begged him not to let his friend fuck her pussy with a cucumber.
+Imamiah rubbed his thumb gently over her lips. "Don't fret, little angel. Your Creator made your little pussy; your Creator made cucumbers; your Creator sent you here to Abraxas knowing you would become my little angel fuck doll. That means that your Creator knew that Gwyllion was going to shove a cucumber into your little angel pussy, even before Gwyllion knew he was." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "That means that everything anyone does to you here was meant to happen. It's the will of your Creator."
+He rubbed her pussy softly. "You're not going to be a disobedient angel and rebel against your Creator, are you?"
+Anahita's eyes widened in shock. "Never. I will always obey the will of my Creator."
+"Good," said Imamiah as he slowly finger-fucked her little pussy. He decided not to punish her for talking without permission as he didn't want to distract her from surrendering her will completely to him. "Then know that your Creator sent you here, knowing that you would have to obey me."
+Anahita nodded. "I will always obey you, Master."
+Gwyllion returned with the cucumber and sat down beside her.
+With a stern nod from Imamiah, Anahita immediately spread her thighs apart and angled her pussy upwards toward Gwyllion's hand and the cucumber.
+With a lusty chuckle, Gwyllion pushed the cucumber between her hot pussy lips.
+Anahita tensed at the cold, hard, alien intruder against her soft pussy lips. Then with a sigh of sweet surrender, she bowed to the unspoken will of her Master and reached down to open her pussy lips wider.
+With a growl, Gwyllion immediately shoved the large cucumber into her pussy and began to forcefully fuck her with it.
+Anahita screamed in pain from the force of the intrusion and tears ran down her little face. Yet, she obediently kept holding her pussy lips open as Gwyllion kept pounding the cucumber into her. Finally, her pussy began to gush as the pain turned to intense pleasure and she began to thrust her hips up to meet the cucumber and mew sadly when it was pulled out of her pussy.
+Imamiah pushed his thumb into Anahita's mouth for her to suckle as he began to bite and tug at her sweet nipples.
+With a final pounding of Gwyllion's cucumber into her pussy and Imamiah's biting of her nipples, Anahita exploded as waves of pleasure shook her little body and her massive tits heaved up and down.
+With a smirk, Gwyllion pulled the cucumber out of her horny little pussy and pushed it into Anahita's mouth. He fondled her nipples as he and Imamiah watched her slide the cucumber in and out of her mouth and lick it clean.
+Imamiah smirked as he looked down at his little angel throat-fucking a cucumber. He placed her down on the ground and turned to Gwyllion. "She can do one more trick tonight but she doesn't know yet that she can." He winked at Gwyllion. "I gave her some of your nectar earlier today."
+Gwyllion chuckled in anticipation.
+Anahita looked up confusedly from sucking on the cucumber as she was uncertain what the men were talking about.
+Imamiah placed his hands on her massive tits and squeezed them hard. He whispered over them, "Swell."
+Anahita's tits immediately began to grow larger and larger. At first, her swelling tits ballooned out under the tight red shirt but the size of her ever-increasing tits was too much for the fabric to handle and her tits burst through the red shirt.
+Sirius and Cavall began to howl in anticipation of the change they could sense was occurring in the titties of their chew toy. Their mouths began to water and their tails began wagging even harder than before.
+Anahita put her hands over her tits in confusion. They were burning hot and throbbing painfully. The cucumber fell out of her mouth as the strange sensations in her tits caused her to feel faint. She could hear the sound of her Master and Gwyllion talking and laughing above her but she couldn't understand anything.
+When her tits finally stopped swelling, they had gone from 40 DDD to 42 H. They were melons on her chest not tits.
+She looked up in shock and confusion. Her eyes pleaded with Imamiah to explain what had happened to her tits.
+Leaning down over the huge tits on her chest, he scraped his finger nails in rough circles around her burning hot pink nipples as he explained. "I like my fuck toys to have titties that are even more useful than your Creator made yours." He chuckled. "He did that because He knew that I would improve on His design when he sent you to me." Leaning down, he couldn't resist a quick nibble of her nipples. Then he looked back at her. "You have teats now not titties, sweet little Angel of the Light."
+Gwyllion chuckled. "And teats are for milking."
+Imamiah smirked. "Teats are definitely for milking." He looked down at Anahita's still confused face and sighed. Gwyllion was right. His little angel was definitely not too bright. He pushed Anahita's massive left teat at Gwyllion and he grasped her massive right teat. He and Gwyllion bent down and began to suckle hard on her teats. As they suckled harder and harder, they began to roughly squeeze her massive teats between their strong hands.
+Anahita stiffened in discomfort as she felt a strange pressure building up fluid in her teats that was being pulled out through her pink nipples. She sighed in submission when she realized what Imamiah had done. He had turned her into his own personal angel milk machine. She felt her pussy began to gush as she realized she was being milked by her teats as if she was a cow and not an Angel of the Light.
+Imamiah and Gwyllion suckled her teats harder and harder as her sweet angel milk began to gush out of her nipples and overflow out of their mouths onto her massive teats. As Imamiah felt her little hot pussy flooding over with sweet pussy juices, he grabbed the cucumber off the floor and began to pump his hot little fuck toy with the long, hard cucumber.
+Sad at being left out of the pussy play, and feeling the need to pump something into the angel as well, Gwyllion pushed his four, fat, hairy fingers into Anahita's mouth and began to mouth fuck her with his fingers.
+Anahita could not believe what was happening to her. Her massive teats were being milked, her pussy fucked by a cucumber, and now, she was also being hand-fucked in the mouth. As she turned her head to the side, she could see Sirius and Cavall coming closer, hoping their turn to milk her and fuck her was coming up. At the thought of their doggy mouths milking her titties, their doggy tongues licking out her pussy, and their doggy tails fucking her sweet angel pussy, Anahita came with an explosion of pussy juice that created an ocean of stickiness beneath her.
+She sighed in sweet obedience as she saw her doggy masters approach. They began to nuzzle their way past her fuck-me red stilettoes and up her red, silk stocking covered legs.
+With a devilish laugh, Imamiah pulled the cucumber out of Anahita's pussy, exposing her naked pussy to the hounds. Imamiah and Gwyllion then moved to either side of her body to keep milking her massive teats. Both men then reached down and roughly grabbed her silken legs to pull them up in the air and further away from her angel pussy to expose her gushing pussy completely to the hounds.
+Sirius and Cavall immediately jumped down between her legs. Their black massive bodies were enough to keep her sweet thighs forced completely open.
+Sirius and Cavall roughly shoved their muzzles deep into pussy and began to lick her pussy hard and fast with their long, rough tongues as she began to moan in pleasure and bang her pussy hard against their doggy heads.
+Anahita's soft, red stocking covered legs wrapped around the black furry dogs as she began to squeeze them harder and harder to the rhythm of her pulsing angel pussy. Her red-fuck me stilettoes dug into Sirius and Cavall's furry backs as she squealed in pleasure and drenched their muzzles with her sweet angel pussy juices.
+Gwyllion sucked down harder on her massive teat as her milk poured out of his mouth and flowed down her massive teat. He kept finger-fucking her mouth as she kept right on sucking his hairy fingers harder and harder, eagerly taking him deeper into her throat.
+Imamiah looked down at his sweet angel fuck toy. He looked at himself squeezing her massive teat with his right hand as he milked her harder and harder. He looked over at his friend Gwyllion who was milking her other teat and hand-fucking her sweet angel mouth. He looked down at his faithful black hounds who were licking out his little angel's sweet pussy and smirked at how her horny pussy was uncontrollably humping their doggy heads.
+He looked over into the sweet, obedient blue eyes of his little angel. With a masterful smile, he forced her to hold his gaze with the power of his will. Then he took his free left hand, stroked the curve of her sweet rounded ass and watched in devilish delight as her submissive eyes grew wider with the alarmed knowledge of what he was about to do. With a howl of triumph and possession, he shoved his rough, calloused left hand into her warm, tight little ass and began to ass-fuck his little Angel of the Light.
+Anahita screamed in pain as he fucked her ass with his hard, rapidly pounding hand. She began to sob in pain, but the pain quickly turned into shameful pleasure as she began to grind her ass down hard against his hand, forcing it deeper into her sweet angel ass. She rocked back and forth, alternating between grinding her ass down onto Imamiah's hand, and then grinding her sweet pussy up into the mouths of his faithful hounds, all the while, she joyfully sucked the large, hairy fingers of his best friend deeper down her throat.
+Tears of gratitude flowed down her sweet angel face. Her silken body was being roughly milked and fucked hard in every possible way. Yet, all Anahita could think of was that she was where her Creator had always meant her to be. She had always been a good little angel and her Creator had rewarded her submission and obedience to Him by sending her to Abraxas and to her wonderful new Master, Imamiah.
+Anahita had become the obedient fuck toy of black hounds and dominating men and that knowledge swept her away with an orgasm so powerful that she lost consciousness. To the men and beasts who fucked her, it didn't matter. Awake or asleep, she was their sweet angel fuck toy. They just kept right on fucking her for their own pleasures.
+After all, in Abraxas, it was the woman's role whether she was angel or human, awake or asleep, to keep her hot, wet pussy spread wide open and to be fucked as often as possible in every possible way by whomever or whatever could master her sweet little pussy.
+Innocent little Anahita had started off the day as an Angel of the Light, a powerful Angel of Fertility sent to purify Abraxas. She ended the day reborn as a submissive angel fuck toy. Yet, whether she was awake or fucked unconscious, she knew the truth deep in her throbbing, gushing pussy: she had never been happier to have been roughly claimed and forced into total submission.
+***

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+[ Author: Bella Swann; Title: The Claiming of Sophia, the Sheltered Angel of Wisdom; Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica ]
+In the aeons before Mortal Time began when the universe was in Chaos and the Fall of Lucifer was only just beginning, there was magic and mystery in the many kingdoms that spanned Chaos. Angels served as Servants and Messengers of the Divine Spark moving through the kingdoms attempting to bring the Light and turn the magical inhabitants away from Darkness. Some angels were less successful than others in their noble endeavours. This is the story of the claiming of Sophia, the sheltered and arrogant Angel of Wisdom and her Fall into Lustful Darkness.
+Sophia paused in front of the glowing violet curtain of energy that separated the Realm of Light from the Mystical Realm of Mishra. Many Angels of the Light had gone into Mishra before her, but those were angels far weaker in the Angelic Virtues and Powers than herself. As an Angel of Wisdom, Sophia was smugly confident that she would succeed where those weaker angels beneath her in rank had failed so miserably in their quest. They had simply lacked the Wisdom to perform the Labours demanded by the Dark Guardians and be rewarded for their services with the three sacred keys that were so desperately needed to unlock the Scroll of Prophecy mouldering away in the Realm of Light. Those golden keys had been lost for aeons in the Darkness of Mishra, but Sophia was determined to find them and bring them back to the Realm of Light and then bask for eternity in the well-deserved praise and adoration of the other Angels of Light.
+Despite her prideful thoughts, Sophia had spent her entire existence as innocent, pure energy, safe and sheltered in the Realm of Light. Today was her first journey through the violet glowing barrier and into her first incarnation of Flesh. Sophia would have no control over how she appeared to others in Mishra as her angelic powers would be severely limited. The curtain of energy would drain away her connection to the Holy Spark. Sophia would only be able to rely on her own innate intelligence and virtue to survive the Labours of the Dark Guardians. The first being she encountered would have the power to create her physical form according to that being's innermost desires and Sophia would appear in that form unless she encountered another being along the way powerful enough to re-shape her according to its new desires.
+Sophia's pure golden light of being slowly merged with the violet force field that separated the Realm of Light from Realm of Mishra as she pushed her way through to the other side. She floated quickly through the hot air as she looked around for a being to touch and give her essence a physical form. She heard the sound of movement up ahead and quickly moved toward the source of the noise.
+Directly in front of her stood a shepherd who looked up surprised at the ball of golden light floating in the air above him that was speaking to him in his mind.
+"Greeting, Lowly Shepherd, I am Sophia, an Angel of the Light. I have come on an urgent and dangerous quest to find three sacred keys and return them to the Realm of Light. However, in order to move around this world, I need you to give me physical form. Please imagine me as the most perfectly formed Flesh that would be the most welcome sight for the denizens of your world to encounter and interact with."
+The Shepherd grunted angrily beneath his breath at this arrogant, ignorant angel who dared to call him lowly. He then smiled wickedly as he immediately imagined the physical and mental qualities he would most want in the woman he would most like to fuck in every possible way until she lay weak and whimpering on the ground at his feet.
+With a golden-red shimmer of lights, the Angel Sophia became Flesh.
+Sophia looked down at her Flesh in confusion mixed with fury.
+"You stupid Shepherd! What have you done to me?" screamed Sophia.
+She was wearing a too-short, skin-tight red silk top that clung painfully over her huge 40DDD tits and spread obscenely against her sweet, pink nipples. The silk red top was so short that its bottom half barely covered the whole flesh of her massive heaving tits and left her taut and suntanned stomach fully exposed. Her belly button had been pierced and sparkled brilliantly with a small, golden pair of feathered angelic wings that hung down from her piercing. She was wearing a tight red silk thong that left the sweet flesh of her soft, well-rounded ass completely exposed from the back except for a tiny strip of fabric that cut into the crack of her tempting ass cheeks. From the front, the thong's little triangle of red fabric barely covered the top of her pussy and dug painfully into her sweet pink pussy lips. Her long, silken iridescent black hair hung in soft curls down her back and fell to just below the cheeks of her ass. The warm wind kept blowing her silken hair onto and then away from her soft, rounded ass cheeks in a sexy game of angel peek-a-boo, as now you saw her naked ass, and now you didn't. Her slender, little feet were covered by sparkling golden gladiator sandals out of which peeked her little, bright red, polished toes. The sandals had thin golden leather strips that were wrapped tightly around in a fishnet pattern around her calves and up her legs to her mid-thighs. She looked like a walking invitation to be fucked and she was furious at the incarnation of flesh she had been born into.
+The Shepherd smirked as he looked over at the new incarnation of the arrogant Angel of Wisdom, Sophia. Ignoring her rant, he reached his powerful, work-hardened hands over the neckline of her too-tight red top and began to massage her massive tits that were heaving angrily as Sophia's voice raged on above him. He painfully tugged and rolled her pink nipples between his strong fingers as he sighed in pleasure at her sweet angel titties that were pulsating so-warmly beneath his hands.
+The Angel of Wisdom tried to pull away in disbelief. How dare this lowly Shepherd lay his rough, dirty hands on an Angel of Light? Determinedly, she tried to ignore the strange stirrings his rough, possessive groping of her tits was causing her to feel as her tits became hotter and hotter and a strange pulsing started deep-down in her angel pussy. As she shifted around uncomfortably, the tight, golden leather bindings that encased her long, slender legs tightened their rough bondage further over her soft thighs and a horrified Sophia realized she could feel a strange stickiness began to form between the sweet lips of her angel pussy.
+Terrified at the feelings of this strange, new flesh that she was feeling as a result of being so powerfully dominated by the lowly Shepherd, Sophia panicked and brought her small right hand back to slap the crude Shepherd for his arrogance in daring to lay his rough dirty hands on an Angel.
+"Get your dammed dirty hands off me, you stinking Shepherd," shouted Sophia as she tried to slap him hard across his rough, unshaven face.
+The Shepherd caught her by her small, right hand before she could hit him and painfully squeezed her soft hand. He roughly forced her to the ground on her knees before him.
+"That was a very unwise thing to do, little Sophia," said the Shepherd as he put his rough right hand on her chin and forced up to look into his stern green eyes.
+Sophia took in a deep breath as she prepared to screech up at him angrily like the deep-down angel-bitch she really was. However, as her beautiful violet eyes looked up furiously into the Shepherd's mesmerizing green eyes, she caught her breath and her body went weak at his masterful handling of her rebellious angel body. She felt a strange and uncomfortable burning sensation in her pussy lips and an aching emptiness deep inside the walls of her pussy as if her angel pussy needed to be pumped with something long and firm and hard in order to be a satisfied and happy little pussy.
+Sophia tried hard to resist the spell the Shepherd had placed upon her, but the growing hot stickiness in her little pussy made it harder for her to think. She opened up her mouth to continue to yell up at him to release his filthy hands from her sweet scented angel body, but all that came out of her sweet, red lips was a helpless, weak whimper. She wanted to order him to treat her with the fawning respect and awe that a higher being such as herself, a powerful Angel of Wisdom, should be treated by a lowly Shepherd. Yet, as her mouth opened to command him to let her go and beg for forgiveness in front of her, she realized to her horror that she had lost the ability to speak. As her mouth hung open in surprise and fear at how much more powerful this lowly Shepherd really was than her angel spirit trapped in this helpless fuck doll flesh, the Shepherd brought his left hand away from her titties and firmly placed it over her sweet, red lips.
+The Shepherd began to caress her lips with his left thumb as he squeezed his fingers hard over her little angel face. He began to slowly insert his thumb in and out of her little mouth and smiled approvingly as Sophia's little pink tongue darted out and begin to lick and suck on his hairy, calloused thumb. He roughly shoved his large thumb further into her mouth and chuckled at how eagerly she was sucking on his flesh. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
+"Soon, my unwise little Angel of Wisdom, you will be sucking down something a lot bigger and harder into this hot little mouth and it will go far, far deeper down your little throat."
+Despite an electric thrill that ran through her hot angel pussy, Sophia still looked up at him with fear and a hint of rebellion in her eyes. But as he shook his head firmly no, she lowered her eyes in submission before this Shepherd so powerfully mastering her mindless, sweet, fuckable body.
+The Shepherd looked down at the beautiful angel on her knees before him in pleasure. He ordered her to spread her soft knees further apart and then walked behind her to enjoy the sight of his little angel spreading her sweet ass at his command. He took her sweet little hands and forced them behind her back and placed each hand on the curve of her angel ass. He placed his hard muddy boot on her soft, silky, iridescent black hair that curled down her back and pushed her roughly face-down on the ground. He then ordered the Angel of Light to pull her little ass cheeks even further apart.
+With a sigh of tearful submission to this dirty, lowly Shepherd, Sophia pulled hard on each of her rounded ass cheeks and spread herself further apart for the pleasure of her Master.
+The Shepherd got down on his knees before her spread-open ass and began to nuzzle and stroke her soft ass. He roughly pushed her golden leather bound thighs even farther apart as he pushed himself between them and began to squeeze the white globes of her ass painfully. He could feel his little angel trembling in rebellion beneath him as her mind fought to pull away from his possessive touch while her flesh fought to submit to its master.
+With a smug smile, he lay his head down upon her back as he forced her face further into the ground and began to tease her pussy lips from behind. He stroked her pussy roughly and then began to tickle his little angel between her pussy lips. He darted his fingers in and out of her little pussy and smiled as she began to moan and grind her little pussy back up against his fingers as her pussy begged for more than he was giving. He chuckled to feel how wet his bitchy little angel's pussy was getting. Her sticky and sweet pussy juices began to flow freely from her pussy, soaking the red silk thong that was being sucked further and deeper into her pussy.
+Sophia moaned in pleasure unable to believe the power of the Shepherd over her sweet body and his ability to silence her with just a stern look from those piercing green eyes. Her huge tits swelled up painfully from being forced so hard against the rough ground and her sweet pink nipples were so hard that they felt as if they could drill through the earth like tiny, little nipple machine bits. She began to whimper as she wiggled her ass and pussy submissively back up against the Shepherd's rough fingers as her body begged him for something the sheltered Angel of Wisdom's mind had never before experienced as an innocent, glowing, ball of golden energy. Her angel flesh was grovelling in the dirt and begging to be dominated and fucked hard by her Shepherd Master.
+The Shepherd sighed as he felt the heat from her writhing pussy and the rocking of her sweet ass against him. He leaned down over her and roughly ground his leather covered rock hard cock against her soft, silken ass cheeks. "Does this hot little angel pussy want to be fucked?"
+Sophia whimpered. "Yes. Please."
+The Shepherd slapped her hard against the rounded, white curves of her ass. "Say, the words, my little angel-bitch."
+Sophia's back hardened in angry rebellion. She might let a dirty Shepherd shove his rough fingers inside her angel pussy but she would not submit further. She refused to demean herself in front of a lowly Shepherd even one who was giving her pussy such pleasure.
+The Shepherd chuckled in pleasure at her rebellion. "That's good," he whispered inside her little ear. "I wanted to punish you anyway for being foolish enough to try and slap your Master."
+With a long, piercing whistle, the Shepherd called for his two massive hounds, Castor and Pollux to come to him as his little angel stiffened in fear at the size of the red beasts running towards her.
+***
+Castor and Pollux were far off in the distance guarding his flock of sheep. At the sound of their Master's whistle, they came bounding over to their Master curious about the new chew toy he had been playing with and hoping he was going to share his new toy with them.
+They were massive red hounds easily the size of men with strong, heavy muscles that rippled against their shiny red fur as they moved towards the little Angel of Wisdom to sniff at her huge titties that were pressed forcefully against the ground. They then moved towards the sweet scents coming from her little pussy as her angel pussy juices were flowing freely down her pussy and soaking through the little thong.
+The Shepherd held her ass cheeks widely apart to give his faithful, red hounds much better access to his little bitch-angel's sweet, rebellious ass.
+After licking her soft little ass cheeks, Castor and Pollux shoved their wet noses deep into the crack of her ass still covered by the bright red strip of her red thong. They began to excitedly sniff and nuzzle at her sopping thong that had been sucked deep into her wet pussy lips gushing sweet angel pussy juices that they eagerly licked up. At a quick command from their Master, they turned their heads obediently away from the sweet angel's hot little pussy and up at the Shepherd.
+The Shepherd smiled to see his angel's pussy juices glistening on their muzzles as they turned to face him. He gestured for them to lie down together side-by-side on the ground. They did so at once as their tails wagged in obedient anticipation.
+He turned back to his distressed little angel who was still in shock at having been forced to submit to the probing noses and fondling tongue of two massive red hounds. He ordered her to lay her sweet angel body face-down against the warm, furry backs of Castor and Pollux.
+Trembling in fearful submission to his powerful will, Sophia approached the massive hounds and stretched herself over their bodies so that her soft, little arms and her huge pulsating titties still trapped in the too-tight red top fell down over Castor's back and down his right side. Her naked midriff fell into the narrow space between their doggy bodies, and her ass was displayed prominently over Pollux's back, while her golden leather laced legs dangled down Pollux's left side.
+Both Castor and Pollux began to woof happily at the soft scented angel flesh that was pressed so firmly and temptingly against their red furry backs as their tails wagged happily.
+The Shepherd bent down in front of his little angel and roughly played with her soft ass cheeks before moving down to her gushing pussy. He bent down and pushed her knees far apart so he could kneel down between them for better access to her pussy. He then shoved his fingers roughly into her gushing pussy and began to roughly finger-fuck her little angel pussy.
+Sophia could only whimper at the pleasure from feeling his calloused fingers so rough and deep into her tight, sticky pussy. The feeling of the hounds moving restlessly beneath her body as their fur caressed her hot little angel body like thousands of silky, yet still rough doggy hairs began to tease and torment her soft body even further and caused her hot pussy to gush down and soak Pollux's body with her angel juices.
+The Shepherd laughed as he saw her pussy began to rock up and down against his massive hound Pollux's side. The Shepherd slapped her rounded ass hard as he smirked down at his little angel-bitch spread out like a tempting fuck toy over his two faithful friends. He slowly pulled down her tight red thong that was soaked with her pussy juice.
+"What a wet little pussy you have, sweet Sophia." He shoved the wadded up thong roughly against her dripping pussy lips and began to rub her harshly as he pretended to dry her off.
+The rough treatment of her pussy as he scrubbed away at her hot pussy only caused Sophia to whimper harder as she tried to fight the pleasure he was forcing her innocent angel body to feel. Unconsciously, she spread her golden laced thighs wider against Pollux's back as she rocked her pussy harder and harder against the Shepherd's hand so pleasurably masturbating her with her own drenched panties.
+"Please," begged Sophia. "Please help my little pussy. It needs to be fucked hard."
+The Shepherd leaned down over his spread-eagled angel and whispered, "Soon." Then with a huge grin on his face, he slapped her hard on her sweet ass.
+Sophia screamed in pain and tried to twist her ass away from his large, powerful hand.
+The Shepherd laughed hard as he easily shoved her down against the bodies of his faithful hounds with one hand as he walloped her ass hard again with his other hand.
+"Never raise your hands against me ever again, my unwise, Angel of Wisdom." He spanked her hard, again and again, on her little white ass, until it started to burn and glow redder and redder from the force of his blows.
+At first, Sophia screamed and cried as he spanked her pretty little ass so hard that with each blow she was pushed harder and deeper into the massive red furry backs of his hounds. Her huge tits bounced up and down with each spank of her sweet ass and smacked harder and harder into the hard, muscles that ran down Castor's side. Then she realized with a feeling of intense shame that her pussy was gushing harder than ever against Pollux's furry body and that she was rocking her sweet ass eagerly upwards to be paddled by the Shepherd's hard hand instead of trying to pull away from his spanking.
+The Shepherd could see her pussy gush heavier and heavier with each wallop of his heavy hand. He no longer needed to hold his little angel down as she was now eagerly spreading her soft thighs even wider apart to expose as much as possible of her rounded ass to him to be spanked. He grunted happily as he shoved four of his calloused fingers into her dripping, burning hot little pussy and began to harshly finger-fuck his little angel to the rhythm of his hard slaps on her burning hot ass. He used the thumb of his hand to massage her pulsating little clit as he felt his horny angel moan, and cry, and beg to be fucked as her body was overwhelmed by sensations so painful they were pleasurable and so pleasurable that they were painful.
+Sophia could not rebel any longer against the masterful domination of her body by the lowly Shepherd. The feeling of being spanked and finger-fucked from behind while being caressed by thousands of rough yet silky doggy hairs against her front was more than the little angel could bear. She began to moan harder and harder as her pussy started to vibrate from deep down inside her. Her huge titties were so swollen they had almost pushed their way out of the tight red silk top and burst through the fabric. Her hands were clenched deep into the ground beneath her as she shoved hard into the ground to shove her ass up in the air as high as possible to make it easier, and easier for her Master to slap her angel ass and fuck her angel pussy. Finally, she could not take it anymore and screamed at the Shepherd the words he had demanded to hear from her earlier.
+"This little angel-bitch's pussy needs to be fucked hard by her Master." She screamed again. "I beg you, Master. Please, please, please, fuck your angel-bitch's pussy."
+The Shepherd laughed loudly at the surrender of his arrogant little Angel of Wisdom who had been so unwise as to challenge him earlier. He bent down and whispered. "Not just yet, my little angel-bitch." As his submissive little angel whimpered in confused disappointment beneath his rough hands, he smirked and shoved his entire right hand deep into her hot pussy.
+The Angel of Light screamed in pain at feeling his huge hand deep inside the walls of her dripping pussy. She tried to pull away from him to relieve the pressure from his powerful hand that was fucking her little pussy, but she only succeeded in pushing her front body more firmly into the red fur of his dogs beneath her who were bouncing up and down excitedly, which only forced the Shepherd's hand even more firmly inside her.
+The Shepherd slowly opened his hand inside her pussy. He smirked harder as he felt her frantic but futile efforts to pull away which were only causing his hand to be sucked ever further into her pussy. He slowly opened his hand wider and wider as he began to fondle the walls of her gushing pussy with his hairy, calloused fingers.
+Sophia screamed in an unbearable mixture of pleasure and pain as the Shepherd roughly fisted her hot little angel pussy. When he began to stroke the insides of her tight pussy walls with his calloused fingers, her little angel pussy could not take it anymore. With a scream of surrender to his domination over her sweet pussy, Sophia came in a gushing flood of sweet angel pussy juice.
+As the Shepherd felt her pussy walls orgasm uncontrollably at his fist so deep inside the little angel, he roughly pulled his hand and fingers out of her throbbing pussy and shoved his massive cock inside her.
+Sophia screamed again in pleasure mixed with pain as she was filled even further by a massive intruder that stretched her little pussy even further and then began to fuck her harder and harder than he had fisted her before.
+The Shepherd groaned in pleasure at the tight, wet feeling of her pussy walls as he thrust possessively into his sweet angel-bitch. He could feel the vibrations of her little pussy as her strong pussy muscles clenched greedily at his massive cock and squeezed his rock hard cock fiercely as his rough fucking of her sweet little pussy sent Sophia into a second even massive climax than before. The Shepherd came with a rough shout of his pleasure as he flooded the pussy of his little angel with hot, foaming sperm that flooded out of her tight pussy and down the golden leather straps tied up around her soft thighs and slender legs.
+The Shepherd pulled out of her hot little pussy and gleefully sprayed his hot, foamy sperm all over her burning red ass cheeks that he had enjoyed spanking so hard earlier while finger-fucking his innocent angel's pussy. He roughly pulled his little angel's still-climaxing body off his faithful hounds' backs and flung her to the ground beside them.
+Standing over his little angel, he reached down and ripped her little red top off her huge tits and sprayed his hot spunk up and down her titties and down her naked taut abdomen. With a final jerk of his massive cock, he sprayed the face of his little angel and coated her all over with his hot, foaming sperm. The only part of her upper body that he didn't completely blanket with his hot spunk was the little golden wings of her belly button piercing, and her rock hard pink nipples that jutted out boldly from her spunk covered titties like a cherries on top of a sundae.
+As the Shepherd looked down at his sweet angel-bitch's quivering pussy that was still uncontrollably gushing sweet angel pussy juice mixed with his hot sperm that flooded down her soft thighs, he smirked at the sight of what his well-fucked disobedient angel looked like when she finally surrendered to her rightful master.
+Sophia opened her spunk covered beautiful violet eyes in shock at what had been done to her wet, willing, and very submissive little angel body. She wiped some of his spunk off her eyes and nose and looked up into the piercing green eyes of her Master. Her little pink tongue came out to lick away some of his spunk hardening over her sweet lips and she sighed in pleasure at being surrounded by the scent of her Master and the musky scent of his sperm on her lips.
+The Shepherd straddled her little body as he knelt down with his hard ass pushing roughly down against the tops of her huge, swollen titties. He smiled as he saw her lick his sperm greedily off her little angel hands. When she tried to wipe off more of his sperm from her little face, he shook his head no. He shoved her hands roughly to the side of her head. "I want to see your little angel face covered in my spunk," he said.
+Sophia sighed in submission and relaxed her body immediately against his.
+The Shepherd smiled at her sweet obedience and slowly began slapping his massive cock roughly against her left cheek, brushing his heavy cock over her sweet lips, and then slapping her roughly on her rough cheek.
+As Sophia felt herself being slapped by her Master's heavy and sticky cock, she began to moan in pleasure. She unconsciously felt herself spreading her sticky, drenched pussy wider apart as she began to rock her pussy up and down to the beat of her Master painfully slapping her face with his massive, hardening cock.
+With a possessive grunt, the Shepherd pushed his hands hard around his little angel's sweet face and forced her mouth wide open. With a groan of pleasure, he shoved his again rock hard cock deep into his angel's mouth and down her throat.
+Sophia panicked as she felt this massive intruder move deeper and deeper into her throat. She couldn't breathe and tried to use her tongue to push out the Shepherd's hard cock that she was choking on. She looked into the Shepherd's eyes as she silently begged for mercy, unable to speak because of the massive cock that was overfilling her mouth and throat.
+The Shepherd looked down into her beautiful, distressed violet eyes that were begging for him to show mercy to her and he laughed harshly. He reached down behind him and slapped her hard and painfully several times against her well-fucked pussy.
+"Foolish little Angel of Light," he whispered into her spunk covered ears. "Your mouth was made by your Creator to be fucked hard by my massive cock."
+He laughed again. "Just relax your throat against my invading cock and submit to me. Your only purpose for a mouth, little angel, is to give me another sweet, hot hole to shove my cock inside for my pleasure."
+He then proceeded to fuck his little angel's mouth as roughly as he had just fucked her hot pussy. He slammed himself deeper and deeper down her throat as her tongue frantically pushed at his cock trying to get him out of her little mouth.
+Finally, the Angel of Wisdom submitted to the inevitable as she submissively accepted that her mouth and throat had become his to dominate and fuck with his massive cock. Once she accepted his fucking of her mouth, she sighed in surrender, and her throat relaxed enough so that she could breathe again.
+To her sweet shame, her pussy started gushing harder and harder with each thrust of the Shepherd's cock down her throat and slam of his heavy balls against her face. Her tongue began twisting around his massive cock as she licked and stroked his cock and began to try and suck it more forcefully down her throat. Her little angel pussy burned to be filled with her Master's cock and began to slam hard up in the air and then back down in the ground as her sweet pussy unconsciously begged the Shepherd to be filled and fucked as hard as her mouth was being filled and fucked.
+The Shepherd looked down behind him at her hungry little pussy and smirked. He roughly shoved his hand into her lonely pussy and began to hand-fuck her angel pussy. He would thrust into her wet mouth with his rock hard cock and when he pulled out of her mouth, he would thrust his hand more forcefully into her convulsing pussy, and then pull out of her angel pussy to thrust his cock back more deeply into her mouth.
+Sophia looked up at him with tears of gratitude flowing down her sweet face covered with his hardened spunk at his generosity in fucking her sweet mouth with his hard cock, while also fucking her little pussy with his rough calloused hand. She began to pant harder and harder as the rough domination of her body by the Shepherd was too much for her and she exploded in an uncontrollable flood of pussy juice as her hungry angel pussy sucked the Shepherd's hand deeply into her vibrating pussy walls while her mouth kept sucking away at his massive cock.
+The Shepherd exploded in her hot little mouth and used his cock still firmly shoved deep inside her mouth to send huge amounts of hot, foaming sperm down her throat as her body convulsed beneath him. He watched gleefully as despite Sophia's best attempts at swallowing his hot spunk, he was still flooding her mouth with far too much sperm for her to swallow. He pulled out of her hot mouth and once again sprayed his sperm all over her face and down over her massive tits.
+Sophia gave a scream of pleasure as her well-fucked mouth, pussy, and titties were covered with a never-ending flood of hot spunk. Her little angel mind simply could not take any more physical sensation and she fell unconscious.
+The Shepherd smirked as he looked down at his angel-bitch. Her soft thighs were spread wide-open as she quivered unconsciously from the force of her climaxing pussy. Spunk was pouring out of her well-fucked mouth as her unconscious throat still tried obediently to swallow as much of his hot sperm into her mouth as possible. He sighed as he looked over entire spunk covered body.
+"You are one filthy little angel-bitch, aren't you?" he said to the fucked unconscious Angel of Wisdom.
+The Shepherd gave a quick little whistle and his hounds Castor and Pollux, who had been excitedly watching him fuck the little chew toy, their tails wagging and tongues hanging happily down from their panting mouths, immediately ran up to see what their Master wanted from them.
+The Shepherd leaned down and gave them a rough hug and pat on their heads. "Such good dogs," he said. "How would you like to clean up a filthy little angel-bitch for me?"
+He pointed down at the unconscious body of the Angel of Wisdom and smirked as his massive red hounds immediately raced over to her helpless body to begin to play with their intriguingly scented new chew toy.
+***
+The Shepherd leaned back against the firm trunk of a nearby tree as he joyfully watched his hounds begin to play with his deliciously filthy, little angel-bitch.
+Castor and Pollux lay their heavy muzzles on the Angel of Wisdom's golden leather sandals as they looked up at the little body of their new chew toy that was heavily covered in their Master's spunk and sweet smelling angel pussy juice that continued to leak out of her sweet pussy.
+Castor began to nuzzle and lick up and down her left calf as he enjoyed the feeling of the golden leather ties that bound her sweet flesh into little patterns that he could swirl his tongue around inside and then move to the next piece of flesh and sniff and lick that little piece as well.
+Pollux started to nuzzle her right ankle as he deeply inhaled the wonderful aroma of her leather sandal drenched with the sweet pussy juice that had flowed from her angel pussy. He roughly licked her soft flesh harder and harder as he drew ever-closer to that sweet pulsating angel pussy which was the source of her intriguing scent.
+As Castor and Pollux moved further up Sophia's sweet, slender legs to her soft thighs, they forced themselves between her sweet thighs. Their massive bodies were squeezed together between her silken legs and pushed her glistening thighs so far apart that, even unconscious, Sophia winced in pain at having her pussy so firmly spread open for the eager inspection of the two massive hounds.
+With a bark of approval at the glistening and sweet smelling pussy of their new chew toy, Castor and Pollux roughly shoved their muzzles into her pussy and slowly began to push their large, rough tongues inside the walls of her pussy.
+Sophia moaned as her pussy was invaded once again by warm, rough flesh that was swirling around inside the walls of her tight pussy and licking her inside thoroughly.
+Castor and Pollux looked at each other with big doggy grins at the squeals of pleasure coming from the angel chew toy.
+Castor placed his left furry paw on her left thigh and pushed it further open as he began to lick her inside her sweet pussy and then lick her on the outside and nip at her swollen little angel clit.
+Pollux alternated his licking of that sweet angel pussy as well. He put his right furry paw on Sophia's right thigh and pushed it further open as he dived his head further down into her sweet pussy roughly licking inside her. Then he would pull his head out and joyfully lick the outside of her sweet pussy lips and nip at her swollen clit while his brother Castor would dive back into that sweet pussy.
+Sophia began to pant with pleasure from being licked out so thoroughly and the constant nipping of her sweet little clit. She wrapped her slender legs around the backs of the two massive hounds as she began to rub her leather covered legs up and down their red, furry bodies. She began to rock her pussy back and forth against their doggy mouths as she slammed her sweet little pussy harder and harder against their heavy doggy bodies.
+Castor and Pollux began to woof harder and harder against her gushing angel pussy as they squeezed their calloused paws harder on her soft thighs. The little angel began to twist her pussy hard off the ground to grind her pussy against their doggy mouths. As the soft, rounded curves of her sweet ass became more and more exposed to the hounds with each smack of her pussy against their alternating mouths. Castor and Pollux looked at each other with doggy glee and strategically began to smack her sweet ass with their furry paws.
+As Castor shoved his muzzle deep into her sweet pussy to lick and nuzzle her, Pollux would smack her little clit with his left furry paw, while his right furry paw reached around her ass to smack that sweet cheek as well. Then Castor would pull out of her sweet pussy, and Pollux would shove his muzzle right back inside so her poor, angel pussy would never be lacking the rough tongue of an eager hound. Then Castor would slap her little clit with his right furry paw while his left furry paw reached around her sweet ass and slapped her rounded cheek a few more times.
+Sophia screamed as the sensations of having her pussy continually being licked out so thoroughly while her clit was being constantly smacked, and her ass cheeks were being alternately spanked was more than her little angel body could take. She exploded and her pussy flooded Castor and Pollux with rivers of her pussy juice.
+Castor and Pollux howled in triumph over their possession of the little Angel of Wisdom. They moved their head up to examine the heaving 40DDD titties of their new toy that was covered with their Master's spunk mixed with some of their angel's sweet juices.
+Castor and Pollux pushed their massive bodies down upon the slender legs of their little toy and reached up with their heavy heads drenched with their angel's pussy juices to lick and nuzzle her huge titties. They wagged their tails happy to have a new part of their toy to play with. As Castor and Pollux roughly began to suckle Sophia's huge tits and chew on her little pink nipples, Sophia began to rock her little pussy ever so slightly up at them, missing the feeling of their tongues inside her.
+Castor and Pollux immediately inserted their massive tails between her sweet pussy lips and began to fondle her little pussy with their heavy fur. Sophia smiled in relief as they began to masturbate her hot, horny pussy once again.
+Castor placed both of his furry paws on her huge left tit and squeezed it harshly as he began to suck harder and harder on her little pink nipple.
+Pollux placed his right paw on her tit to squeeze and suck it more firmly into his hot doggy mouth. He placed his left furry paw over her sweet lips and began to push his paw gently between them and into her hot little mouth.
+Sophia's little mouth opened further to suck Pollux's paw more deeply into her mouth. Her little pink tongue came out to lick underneath his rough calloused paw and then over his paw on his silky, yet rough fur. She moaned in helpless pleasure as her overstimulated body began to rock back and forth off the ground.
+Castor and Pollux joyfully began to rock back and forth with her. They slammed their bodies harder into her soft body and then lifted their weight off her enough so that she could slam her body back into theirs. They woofed happily at how their frisky little toy was playing so eagerly with them.
+Sophia moved her legs caressingly up and down their doggy bodies as their tails rubbed her pussy lips and playfully pushed themselves into her hot, horny pussy and then back out again as they slowly fucked her to another powerful orgasm. The force of her pussy convulsing against their tails caused Sophia to wake up and look in shock at what was being done to her innocent little angel body.
+She looked up into Pollux's brown eyes as she sucked harder and harder on his paw and shivered in horror at what she was doing. She tried to spit his paw out of her mouth, but Pollux tapped her firmly on her cheek and woofed no. Sophia immediately started sucking on his furry paw again as she was unable to fight the power of his doggy will. She looked down to see Castor squeezing and suckling her huge tit while Pollux was squeezing and rubbing her other tit with his massive paw.
+Castor looked up into her sweet violet eyes and nodded approvingly at the little angel's sweet flesh that he was playing with.
+Sophia could meet his powerful gaze for only a second before she dropped her gaze down and nodded submissively at the hound. As she looked further down her body, she stiffened in further dismay to realize that she was also being masturbated and fucked by their doggy tails. Shame filled her sweet angel face as she realized that far from trying to get away from them, she was squeezing her soft thighs harder and harder around their massive tails and savouring the feel of those foreign intruders between her pussy lips. As she looked down at her golden sandaled little feet that were forcefully pushing down into the ground so she could push her ass higher off the ground to slam her gushing pussy harder and harder against their doggy tails, she could only weep tears of pleasure mixed with deep shame. How could she, the powerful Angel of Wisdom have become the fuck toy of two massive hounds in less than half-a-day in the Realm of Mishra?
+Her anguish was plain upon her face as well as the pleasure she was feeling from the warm rough tongues, paws, and tails of the two massive hounds slowly fucking her to another eventual orgasm against her will. As Sophia began to convulse and scream with shameful pleasure at Castor and Pollux's masterful possession of her sweet body, the Shepherd came up and looked down at the little angel.
+The Shepherd gently pushed Pollux's paw out of her mouth and shoved his cock inside her mouth instead. Sophia looked up into his mesmerizing green eyes and immediately began to swallow his cock deep into her little mouth and down to throat. She stroked and caressed his massive balls as they slammed up against her little face.
+Deprived of her little mouth to fuck, Pollux began to slap her huge tit from side to side with his furry paws while he nibbled at her little pink nipple. Castor immediately began to slap her other huge tit from side to side with his furry paws while he suckled her other pink nipple.
+As Castor and Pollux's tails fucked her sweet angel pussy, their doggy paws slapped her heavy tits around, and they suckled and nibbled her little nipples, Sophia felt the Shepherd explode in her mouth and pump hot, foaming sperm all down inside her throat and into her belly. Unable to stop herself, Sophia exploded. Her pussy muscles began sucking Castor and Pollux's heavy tails deep insider her as a river of pussy juice flooded out of her overstimulated little pussy and drenched the dogs' furry tails.
+The Shepherd pulled his massive cock slowly out of her mouth and sprayed his remaining spunk over her beautiful face. He slapped his heavy cock playfully against her right cheek and then her left cheek, before he looked down at his sleepy little angel-bitch and whispered, "Sleep."
+With a sigh of surrender to the will of her Master, Sophia closed her spunk covered eyes and fell asleep under the warm, foaming blanket of his sperm upon her sweet face.
+Castor and Pollux howled in approval at their Master's handling of their little toy.
+He smiled in approval back at them for how well they had entertained him by fucking the once-rebellious little angel. He reached down and grabbed his little angel's long silken locks to clean the rest of his spunk off his cock.
+Picking up his little angel-bitch, he carried her down to the tree and lay her filthy spunk, dog slobber, and pussy juice covered body on the sun-warmed grasses. He gave her a few hard slaps on her sweet rounded ass just to see it pinken up so sweetly for his pleasure. With a smirk, he rolled her on her side and carefully placed her little left thumb into her sweet lips and watched her immediately begin to suck her little thumb into her hot mouth. Wickedly, he grabbed her right hand and shoved her fingers into her sweet pussy while he placed her right thumb on her red-hot clit.
+The sleeping Sophia gave a contented little sigh and smiled as she immediately began to fondle her pussy with her fingers and flick her thumb against her clit.
+The Shepherd looked down at the sleeping angel who was sucking her sweet thumb with one hand while she diddled her sweet pussy lips with her other hand. How the arrogant Angel of Wisdom had Fallen after having been fucked long and hard by himself and his two massive red hounds. He regretfully left his bitch-angel to sleep while he went to check on his sheep and carry on with the more important day's work.
+Castor and Pollux each gave her rounded ass cheeks a quick nuzzle and goodbye lick. Then with a last furry paw thump on her swollen little clit and doggy nip on her sweet pink nipples, they followed quickly after their Master.
+***
+Sophia half-woke up to find herself soothingly sucking on her little thumb and gently finger-fucking her sweet little angel pussy. For a moment, she lay there playing with her little pussy as her pussy bathed her fingers with waves of sweet, sticky pussy juice and her sweet little body felt very warm and contented. Then she sat up in shock as the memories of the morning came flooding back to her.
+How dare that lowly Shepherd fuck her and then allow his massive hounds to fuck her? She was the Angel of Wisdom on a sacred mission to retrieve the 3 golden keys from the Dark Guardians of Mishra and not a fuck doll angel for the pleasure of Man and His Beasts. It was time for her to continue her quest and then return triumphant to the Realm of Light and bask in the glory and praise of all those beneath her.
+The arrogant little angel stood up as she prepared to march once more into the dangerous work of questing. As she felt her little pussy begin to rock back and forth, she looked down in surprise to realize she was still fondling her pussy lips. Regretfully, she pulled her little fingers out of her pussy and began to slowly lick them clean of her sweet juices.
+There was no more time to enjoy the pleasures of her Flesh thought Sophia as she dramatically straightened her silken shoulders and thrust her huge tits higher in the air. It was time for the Angel of Wisdom to fulfill her destiny. She groaned as she looked down at her naked body to see that she was now soothingly rubbing her little pink nipples as she hugged her huge tits to her slender body. As she looked down at her naked body, covered in doggy slobber, dried pussy juices, and dried spunk, she sighed sadly at how her Flesh had been so thoroughly fucked.
+Then the foolish Angel of Wisdom strode off on her holy quest, naked except for the golden sandals with the leather strips that wound their way all up her legs to her thighs and the pair of feathered golden angel wings that sparkled from her little belly button piercing.
+As Sophia walked under the noonday sun, she began to become overheated from her exertions. Sweat began to glisten all over her flushed, little body and her tits began to heave from her exhausted panting. Her throat was parched dry and she desperately craved food and water.
+Sophia smiled gratefully when she came upon some strangely scented but luscious looking berries. Although the scent was a little intoxicating, the foolish Angel of Wisdom was too parched and hungry to wonder at why all these tempting berries lay unpicked and undisturbed by the rest of the animal life on Mishra.
+Finally, thought Sophia, she could eat something and quench her thirst at the same time. She reached out her little hands and greedily began to pluck the large purple berries off the bushes and shove them in her mouth. Her mouth exploded in a burst of sweet flavour as she chewed and sucked on the firm, ripe berries. Her eyes filled with gratitude to her Creator for sending her these berries in her time of need. She opened her mouth wide and kept shoving more and more berries into sweet mouth until it was stuffed so full that she couldn't close her lips over any more berries and some of the sweet berries began to tumble from her sweet mouth to the ground.
+Sophia looked down in dismay at the fallen berries and tears of sadness welled in her eyes. She was being careless with the gifts from her Creator and that was unacceptable for an Angel of Light. With a sigh of despair, she began to suck on the berries in her mouth even harder as she frantically swallowed the berry juice and sweet berry flesh deeper and deeper down her throat. She was determined to try and suck down every last drop of berry goodness as she mindlessly kept cramming more and more large purple berries into her mouth. Finally, when she realized that her mouth was simply too crammed full of large, purple berries to keep up with her efforts, she quickly sat down on the ground and opened her sweet pussy wide. With an intoxicated laugh, Sophia began to shove sweet berries into her sticky pussy. Using a heavy, rounded branch that she found beneath the bushes, Sophia pushed the berries deep down into her pussy as she alternated between shoving the berries into her mouth and sucking them down hard, and then shoving the berries into her sweet pussy and pumping them into her pussy using the branch as a pestle. Sophia groaned with pleasure as she mindlessly kept filling up her little pussy with berries and smashing them down inside her pussy with the pestle until her pussy was overflowing with the flesh of the berries and oozing sweet berry juice mixed with the intoxicating scent of her angel pussy juices.
+Finally, with a sigh of tired pleasure, Sophia collapsed on the ground beneath the thorny berry bushes. Her little mouth sucked away at the last bits of berry flesh still in her mouth while her little pussy sucked away at the berries filling her pussy. The little angel fell asleep crammed full of berries in her mouth and pussy as she soothingly tugged on her nipples.
+Sophia woke up a little while later feeling dazed and confused. She looked down at the remnants of crushed berry flesh on her white body that was now also stained with purple berry juice. She shuddered as she looked down at the berries crammed so deeply into her pussy and even now intoxicating her with their sweet juices and firm, flesh. She reached down into her pussy and tried to scoop out some of the berries but they were crammed so far into her pussy that she simply couldn't shove her hand and fingers deep enough inside her pussy to remove any but those at the very front of her pussy lips.
+Sophia sighed. All she could do was keep going and hope the berries worked their way out of her as she kept walking. As she pulled some of the crushed berries out from between her sticky pussy lips, she unconsciously placed the berries coated with her angel pussy juices into her mouth and began to suck them down again. As Sophia realized she was sucking berry juice mixed with her pussy juice off the fingers in her mouth, she blinked confusedly as her little angel mind struggled to remember why eating the berries was not a good idea. However, the intoxicating scent and taste of the berries slowly began to send the foolish Angel of Wisdom into a mindless trance.
+Sophia marched determinedly ahead on her sacred quest, pausing often to bend over and scoop berries soaked with her pussy juice from between her pussy lips and then sucking them down deeply into her sweet little mouth. The little Angel of Light was too drunk on the berry nectar to realize she was oozing out a visible slime trail from her hot little pussy of her sweet angel pussy juices mixed with the strangely scented berries.
+As Sophia approached a clearing at the end of her path, she was relieved to see a pool of beautiful blue-green water bubbling invitingly ahead of her. As she drew closer, she realized the pool was fed by a gentle waterfall that flowed down from the rocks above. Droplets of warm water were continually being picked up by the even warmer air currents above the pool and swirling in the air to create beautiful rainbows. Sophia felt her little body relax at the thought of being able to purify and cleanse her Flesh of all the trials and tribulations of her day. She would be able to continue on her quest with a rejuvenated spirit and sweet scented body once again.
+A random thought of how the beautiful blue-green water reminded of her of the mesmerizing, masterful green eyes of the Shepherd flashed through Sophia's mind. With a determined shake of her head, she suppressed the memories of what he had done to her. She pretended that her pussy hadn't immediately started to gush with her memories of how he had fucked her and then allowed his dogs to fuck her too.
+Sophia sat down on a large, flat rock that had been warmed by the hot sun and bent down to unbind the golden leather straps that ran from her golden sandaled feet to her mid-thighs. She blushed in shame as she bent down close enough to her hot little pussy to smell how well-fucked she had been that day. Her little angel pussy smelled pungently of the Shepherd's sperm, Castor and Pollux's doggy slobber, the strangely scented berries she had shoved inside herself, and her own angel pussy juices. With a sigh of anticipation, she left her golden leather sandals on the rock and moved towards the bubbling blue-green waters.
+Sophia walked into the shallows of the pond and gave a moan of pleasure at the piercing heat of the blue-green water. The heat from the water soothed her nipples that had been used as doggy chew toys and the tenderness in her sweet ass and pussy from having been so well-paddled and well-fucked. A wave of pleasure ran through her sweet little pussy as the hot water quickly rose through her berry stuffed pussy and began to slowly dissolve away those intoxicating berries. Gradually, her mind began to clear as the berries were washed from her body.
+With a moue of distaste at how filthy and tangled her silken black locks were, Sophia dunked her entire head into the warm water and began to wash away the mud, dog slobber, berry juices, and sperm. Using her fingers, she carefully combed out her hair and left it to float like a beautiful curtain of iridescent black silk on the surface of the water. Reaching far below to the bottom of the pond, Sophia grabbed some soft clay and used it to scrub the hardened sperm and pussy juice off her face, her tits, and her well-paddled ass. She roughly ran her clay covered hands over her entire soft body to remove all the evidence that she had been fucked like an angel-bitch. Then she slowly walked out of the pool and stood on the shore in confusion. Her soft, silken body was now flushed and glowing from the warmth of the water, but she was still dripping wet and her sweet flesh needed to dry off.
+She looked over at the large, flat rock that had been warmly heated by the rays of the sun and smiled in relief. She grabbed a few soft rushes from the edge of the pool and lay them down on the rock. The Sophia curled up on the rock and basked in the heat of the sun. With a sigh of contentment, she curled up on her side and began to unthinkingly suck her thumb with one hand. Mindlessly, she gently pushed the fingers of her other hand into her freshly cleaned pussy and began to fondle her sweet pussy lips while her thumb began to gently flick at her swelling clit. The Angel of Light fell asleep masturbating herself with a joyful smile on her angel lips and sweetly flowing pussy juice beginning to dampen her hot little pussy lips.
+Unknown to the foolish Angel of Wisdom, there was darkness in her newfound Eden and she was soon to meet the multi-tentacled monster known in Mishra as Leviathan.
+***
+The creature known as Leviathan swam slowly out of his lair deep beneath the bubbling waters of the blue-green pool as he searched for the source of the sweet angel pussy juices that had swirled so tantalizingly around in the waters near the opening of his cave. His massive reddish-purple tentacles powerfully pulled him through the water to the surface of the pond. His bulbous head with his mesmerizing red eyes looked eagerly around for the sweet angel pussy who had left her slime in his territory and was clearly begging to become his next concubine and spend her days and nights in endless sexual pleasure until he had completely drained her wanton pussy and she was of no more use to him. Then, he chuckled, he would eat upon her in a very different but equally satisfying way.
+As Leviathan approached the shore of the bubbling pool, he scented the sweet pussy he had been searching for. He slowly extended his massive tentacles towards the beautiful angel pussy sleeping sweetly on the large rock on the edges of the warm, lapping water. One of his massive tentacles slowly coiled around her left ankle and then began to softly suck its way up her warm, silky leg, coating her with a hot, thick, red slime. Another massive tentacle coiled around her right ankle and caressed and sucked its way up her right leg, coating that leg with a hot, thick, red slime as well.
+The foolish little angel sighed as she felt the heat of the intoxicating red slime upon her sweet body and the hundreds of little suction cups underneath each massive, heavy tentacle that was caressing her so possessively and giving her such pleasurable sensations.
+Leviathan felt his massive tentacles began to thicken further with his arousal as he scented the increasingly powerful angel juices his little concubine was sleepily producing. He sent a third reddish-purple tentacle to coil around her massive left tit and begin to firmly squeeze her tit while the opening of his tentacle coiled possessively around her sweet pink nipple and began to suckle her forcefully.
+Sophia moaned at the increasing arousal she was feeling over her sweet angel body as Leviathan's red slime began to increase her innate horniness. Her pussy began to gush sweet pussy juices down her legs and bathe the tentacles of Leviathan that were winding around and around her slender legs and feet.
+Leviathan's tentacles hardened further at the little sexual moans his new angel pussy was making and her sweet pussy juices coating his tentacles. He sent his fourth massive tentacle to curl around her right tit and the opening of his tentacle began to suckle that little nipple hard and possessively. He released a special secretion into the two tentacles suckling the little angel's nipples and hundreds of tiny teeth burst through the mouth of those tentacles. He slowly began to nibble on her hardening nipples as she moaned in pain from the feeling of all those teeth chewing on her soft nipples and swollen titties until with a sigh of surrender to the pain, Sophia felt herself being bathed with waves of pleasure as the tentacles of Leviathan coated her massive tits and nipples with his hot, red slime.
+Leviathan sent his fifth massive tentacle to coil around his sweet new concubine's soft shoulders. His tentacle reached down over Sophia's mouth and gently pulled her little thumb out of her mouth. Then the heavy reddish-purple flesh began to gently slap the little angel on her left cheek, move his massive opening teasingly over her little lips, and then slap her gently on her right cheek, leaving a thick coating of red slime over her sweet face.
+As Sophia felt herself being slapped by a massive instrument of flesh across her cheeks and then feel the heavy, sticky suckers begin to poke their way between her sweet lips, she sighed in delight and opened her mouth wide to welcome the massive flesh inside her hot wetness.
+Pleased at the eagerness of his new toy to suck down his tentacle, Leviathan sent a very special green slime down her throat that he only used on the toys he felt were worthy of living longer lives of intense sexual pleasure than those who pleased him less. This green slime would cause her huge tits to grow even more massive and cause sweet angel milk to gush from her pink nipples in a few hours.
+Unknowing of his wicked plans to turn her into his personal milking machine, Sophia moaned as the sweet green slime worked its way slowly down her throat.
+Greedily, she began to slurp on the beautiful heavy slimy flesh that was filling her mouth and wiggling its way down her sweet throat. She pulled her pussy juice coated fingers out of her hot wet pussy that she had been fondling roughly as her sexual dreams had gotten her hotter and hotter. She grasped the massive tentacle that was fucking her mouth and throat and filling her mouth with hot and red slime that she was swallowing down as fast as she could. She began to lovingly rub her little hands up and down the heavy flesh that was filling her mouth to the brim.
+As Leviathan felt her little hands begin to sexually stimulate him with her twisting strokes, his tentacles began to harden all over her body and cover her with ever-increasing hot, red slime. He sent his sixth tentacle to begin to play with the sweet pussy lips of his new toy. The suckers of this tentacle began to tease its way through Sophia's little pussy lips and then force its way into the tight walls of her pussy.
+Sophia opened up her soft thighs even wider to accommodate this massive intruder who was filling up her pussy and possessively forcing its way all the way down her pussy. The hundreds of little suckers inside the flesh of the tentacle began to caress her inner pussy and Sophia tightened her pussy muscles around the alien flesh and savoured the slow pulling of its heavy flesh in and out of her pussy. She began to rock her pussy up and down unconsciously as she felt herself being slowly fucked by Leviathan's tentacle so deep inside her body. Her pussy gushed her sweet juices all over his tentacle firmly planted inside her and that caused it to harden even further in deeper arousal.
+Sophia began to cry from the pain of her pussy being stretched more than it ever stretched before but as Leviathan continued to flood her sweet pussy with his hot, intoxicating, red slime, her pain turned to intense horniness. She began to slam her pussy up and down against the massive tentacle inside her pussy while her hands tightened over the massive flesh within her mouth and began to squeeze that tentacle harder and harder as well.
+Leviathan began to tighten his tentacles around her massive tits as he suckled and nibbled more forcefully on her little pink nipples. He sent his seventh tentacle to curl around her sweet rounded ass cheeks as he squeezed each cheek possessively and teasingly ran his heavy tentacle up and down the crack in her ass, coating her entire ass with his thick, hot slime. He began to gently tickle and slap her ass with his massive tentacle.
+Sophia began to moan and pant as her little pussy felt like it was on fire and needed to be quenched with hot, foaming sperm.
+As Leviathan felt the vibrations of her sweet panting and moaning against the tentacle that was fucking her sweet mouth, his tentacles hardened and began to fuck her mouth and pussy even more roughly.
+Sophia's pussy responded to his more forceful fucking by sending a flood of sticky pussy juice gushing through her pussy lips and down her tentacle bound legs.
+Leviathan stiffened at this new flood of her sweet juices over his rock-hard tentacles. He took his eighth tentacle and began to smack her swollen little clit harder and harder as he pounded his tentacles down her throat and pussy and started to suck both her huge tits completely into his hot, raspy tentacles.
+Sophia screamed in pure pleasure as she felt every part of her body being squeezed, slapped, suckled, and fucked. She exploded in an uncontrollable ocean of pussy juice that drenched Leviathan's massive tentacles.
+Her pussy convulsed and greedily sucked Leviathan's tentacles even more deeply into her tight body. With a shrill shriek of triumph at fucking his new concubine so completely, Leviathan exploded and flooded his new toy with his hot, foaming red slime that was 100 times thicker than the slime that already coated Sophia's body.
+Sophia's pussy bubbled over with his hot, foaming slime and her mouth was so full that she could only lie there swallowing frantically while it poured down her face, throat, and mouth to cover her huge titties and then down the rest of her body.
+The shock of being covered by such hot, foaming slime woke up the Angel of Wisdom who confusedly wiped the heavy red slime off her eyes and nose. She looked down in horror at the tentacles covering her body and the hot, red slime that was oozing over every part of her. As she realised she was still unconsciously sucking on a massive alien tentacle deep inside her mouth, she moved her little hands to pull it out of her mouth in disgust.
+As she started to pull his tentacle out of her mouth, Leviathan used the eighth tentacle that he had been slowly slapping her little clit with to move up her body and slap her hands away from his fifth tentacle.
+Sophia gasped in shock which immediately pushed his fifth tentacle deeper into her throat. Leviathan grunted approvingly as he was swallowed deeper into her little mouth. As a reward for her actions, he moved his eight tentacle back to her swollen clit to suck on it gently.
+Sophia looked up at the bulbous head of Leviathan and his mesmerizing red eyes and sighed in sweet submission to his domination of her little body.
+As a reward for her sweet surrender, Leviathan began to move his sixth tentacle playfully in and out of her juicy pussy lips, as his eighth tentacle sucked steadily away on her little clit, and his seventh tentacle began to massage her little ass and nuzzle and suck up and down her sweet ass crack.
+As Sophia felt the slow stimulation of her over-sensitized body, she went limp, her thighs fell further apart, and a slow powerful orgasm rolled over her body. She reached her arms around the slimy bulbous head of Leviathan and drew his head closer to her face. As she mindlessly kept sucking away at his softening fifth tentacle still heavy within her mouth, she looked up into Leviathan's red eyes and her violet eyes silently thanked him for having possessed and dominated her sweet body so thoroughly.
+Leviathan slowly pulled his heavy fifth tentacle out of her little mouth and began to playfully caress her face and lips as he looked down at his beautiful new toy, marked from head to toe with his thick, red slime. He moved his massive eighth tentacle away from her swollen clit and began to run its hundreds of little suckers caressingly between the silken strands of her long, iridescent black hair.
+"You have pleased me greatly with your sweetly scented angel pussy," he said to Sophia. "I have decided that instead of eating you as my dinner, I will carry you deep below the warm waters of my lair."
+Sophia looked up in alarm at his words. He had been planning to eat her for his dinner?
+Leviathan slapped her face warningly with his fifth tentacle and Sophia immediately submissively dropped her gaze.
+Leviathan snorted in approval and continued. "In my lair, you will pleasure me day and night with your sweet gushing pussy juices. I will play endlessly with all of your sweet body until your sweet angel pussy stops gushing and then you will be of no more use to me."
+He gave her ass a reassuring squeeze with his seventh tentacle. "Don't worry, sweet angel, your end will be quick and painless. I will cover your entire body with my hot foaming slime and your end will come in a wave of pure ecstasy."
+Sophia's body stiffened in fear at what her fate would be at the tentacles of Leviathan and his hot, red slime. Still unable to meet the power of Leviathan's gaze, she whimpered softly. "I am on a divine mission to recover the three sacred keys needed to unlock a Scroll of Prophecy in the Realm of Light." Tears welled up in her violet eyes. "This cannot be my Fate."
+Leviathan stiffened his tentacles around his new toy. "I am the Dark Guardian who guards those three sacred keys deep in my lair." He laughed roughly. "You will see them when I take you beneath the waters."
+He roughly slapped her back and forth against her sad face with his heavy fifth tentacle. "Your quest has failed, little toy, because you will NEVER be able to return with them to the Realm of Light. Your fate is to stay with me until your end comes from the pleasures of the Flesh."
+Sophia lowered her head in submission as hot tears poured from her violet eyes. How foolish she had been to run away from the safety of the Shepherd and his massive hounds and into the dangerously seductive but ultimately deadly tentacles of Leviathan.
+As Leviathan squeezed his tentacles hard around his prize and prepared to launch them into the warm blue-green waters of the pond below, a strong voice shouted out his name.
+Leviathan turned to see the Shepherd approach as Castor and Pollux bounded in fierce leaps behind their Master.
+Leviathan sighed. "What do you want, Shepherd?" He looked down at the angel whose face had begun to fill with hope. "I am about to play some more with my new toy."
+The Shepherd approached and gave Sophia a stern look of disapproval.
+She lowered her head in shame although her pussy started to pulse and dampen at the nearness of his powerful presence.
+The Shepherd looked back at Leviathan. "She cannot be your new toy because I have already claimed her and marked her as my possession."
+Leviathan looked down doubtfully at the naked body of the little angel. "I see no marks of ownership upon her flesh."
+The Shepherd reached down and scooped away some of Leviathan's heavy red slime from Sophia's belly button. He pointed to the small, golden pair of feathered angelic wings that hung down from her piercing. "I marked her as mine in the instance that I incarnated her into flesh. She is mine and I am here to reclaim her."
+Leviathan sighed heavily. "By the laws of Mishra, she is yours, and normally, I would give her back to you." He snorted angrily. "However, by her own words, she admitted that she has come to try and steal my golden keys. For that, she should become mine to punish until her pussy is drained of all its juices."
+The Shepherd looked over at the foolish Angel of Wisdom and scowled deeply. "She is indeed a foolish angel to try and steal from Leviathan. However, I will gift you with two massive sheep as recompense for her intended offense against you."
+"That is a good start," said Leviathan as he joyfully prepared to haggle with the Shepherd.
+The Shepherd looked coldly at Leviathan. "I will bring her to you once every six months and you may play with her sweet body for six hours. I and my hounds will watch over her while she is with you and then take her back with me unharmed." He smiled inwardly at the spectacle he would get to see of Leviathan's massive tentacles filling his little angel in all her holes as Leviathan fucked her unconscious every six months.
+Leviathan looked into the outwardly angry face of the most powerful Dark Lord of Mishra and immediately submitted to the will of the Shepherd.
+He slowly uncoiled his massive tentacles from around the angel's body and lowered her to the ground.
+The Shepherd whistled sharply: two quick trills. Immediately, two fat sheep appeared in front of Leviathan as the Shepherd used his magic to transport them from the hilly pastures where they were grazing to the pond.
+As the stunned Sophia tearfully looked up at the Shepherd whose power she had so foolishly underestimated, the Shepherd roughly spun her around to face Leviathan. He forced her to her knees in front of the tentacled monster.
+The Shepherd ordered her to swear to Leviathan that on her honour as an Angel of Light, she would never attempt to take Leviathan's golden keys away from him and back to Mishra. Then the Shepherd spun her back around and forced the little angel to swear on her honour as an Angel of Light that she would never again be so foolish as to run away from him. She immediately did so as tears of regret for having been so disobedient as to have run away fell from her submissive violet eyes.
+As Leviathan turned to launch himself into the deep waters, he nodded smugly, tentacle monster to man, at the Shepherd. "Your toy drank deeply of my powerful green slime several hours ago." He laughed heartily. "You can thank me by bringing me another sheep in 6 months when you bring her back to play some more with me."
+The Shepherd chuckled as he looked down at his angel's huge tits that she was unconsciously rubbing in discomfort as the green slime burned its way through them and began to cause her tits to produce milk. He could tell by the swelling size of her tits that it wouldn't be long now before he could start milking her.
+He looked over at his foolish Angel of Light and sighed. "You will have to be washed off thoroughly before you can come back with me." He chuckled. "The scent of your pussy juices floating through his pond will be a parting gift that you can make to Leviathan."
+The Shepherd quickly stripped off his clothing, and he grabbed his angel, still kneeling obediently by his feet, by her slime covered, hard pink nipples. He roughly pulled her up by nipples and then grabbing her swollen tits, he squeezed them tightly before he tossed her backwards into the blue-green pond.
+Grabbing handfuls of wet clay from the bottom of the pond, he harshly scrubbed his angel to remove every trace of Leviathan's slime from her soft body. He paid special attention to her tits that had grown at least two sizes larger than when he had first met his little angel and were now at least 40H and still swelling further as they kept filling with her milk.
+Sophia winced as he scrubbed her painfully swollen and red-hot tits that had been so chewed and suckled by Leviathan's tentacle teeth and suckers. As he began to twist her little pink nipples around and around to clean off every bit of red slime, she gave a little cry of pain and tried to pull away.
+The Shepherd's eyes blazed with fury and he slapped her hard on her swollen tits. "Never rebel against my will ever again."
+Sophia lowered her head in shame at her disobedience. Moving closer to his cock, she gently rubbed her pussy up and down his cock to show her regret at being naughty again.
+With a deep masculine laugh of approval at her actions, the Shepherd reached down and rubbed her little pussy and sore little clit. "Is my little angel-bitch pussy trying to make up for having me leave my sheep alone to come and rescue her from Leviathan?"
+Sophia nodded sadly. "Yes. Your foolish little angel-bitch pussy is very sorry that you had to leave your important work to come and save her," she said softly.
+The Shepherd smiled and bent down with a handful of clay.
+Sophia immediately presented her pussy to him to be cleaned.
+He slapped her soft thighs and she immediately spread her legs further apart.
+The Shepherd began to scrub out her little pussy and around her little clit. She winced from the roughness of his touch but didn't try to move away this time. He gave her another hard slap on her ass and the Angel of Light immediately turned around and presented her sweet ass to him to be scrubbed clean as well.
+The Shepherd scrubbed her ass cheeks hard and then grabbed more wet clay to scrub out her little ass crack. He couldn't resist sticking his fingers into her ass and wiggling them around as she had presented her ass so sweetly to him.
+Sophia had first stiffened when he shoved his rough fingers into her little pink ass but a quick slap from the Shepherd across her ass caused her immediately to relax her ass against his roughly probing fingers.
+The Shepherd fucked her ass with his fingers for a few minutes as he enjoyed feeling her tighten up in shock and then allow her flesh to submit to the shameful pleasure of having her ass fucked.
+He slowly kissed her on the forehead as he pulled his fingers out of her little ass. "When we get home, I'm going to fuck your ass with my rock hard cock and anything and everything else that I want to pump into my little angel's ass."
+Sophia shivered in fear and anticipation as she imagined all the things he would do to her sweet angel ass when they got home.
+The Shepherd finished bathing her and then carried her out of the pool. He pulled a rough cloth out of his knapsack and used it to thoroughly dry her body. Then he flipped her face-down over his lap and carefully positioned her sweet pussy over his hardening cock. He dangled her heavy tits over the side of his leg so that they would be smashed painfully against the hard ground with every blow to her sweet little ass.
+He then pulled a heavy wooden paddle out of his knapsack and pushed it in front of Sophia's mouth and ordered her to kiss it. She immediately kissed it.
+With a sigh of pleasure at her sweet surrender, the Shepherd bent down and kissed her soft ass. He whispered. "This angel-bitch has been very naughty and needs a good paddling to make sure that she isn't naughty ever again." He chuckled as he caressed her soft cheeks with the paddle and tickled in between her ass crack and between her dampening pussy lips with the rounded sides of the paddle. He well knew that whether or not his little angel-bitch was naughty, he wouldn't ever be able to resist spanking such a sweet, rounded little ass.
+As he felt his angel-bitch submissively relax her little ass, the Shepherd spanked her harshly with the paddle. He then shoved his fingers into her wet pussy and stroked her possessively for a few seconds before he spanked her hard with the paddle again. The Shepherd kept alternating between spanking her little ass and finger-fucking her little pussy until his angel's ass was bright red and her pussy was gushing sweet juices over his rock hard cock. He bent down and kissed her red hot ass. He pushed the paddle in front of Sophia's face and she immediately kissed it without having to be told to do so.
+With a smirk, the Shepherd pushed her to her knees in front of him and slapped his heavy cock across her face.
+Sophia immediately opened up her mouth and began to suck hard on his cock while her hands began to squeeze and play with his balls.
+The Shepherd began to pump her mouth like was her pussy as he fucked her mouth hard. He pulled out of her hot wet mouth before he came and smacked his cock on her lips a few times before he pushed her down onto the ground. Spreading her soft thighs roughly apart, he slammed his cock into her juicy pussy and began to fuck her hard.
+Sophia screamed in joy at being fucked so hard by her Master. She opened her thighs wide and wrapped her slender legs around his back as she pulled him closer and closer to her sweetly gushing pussy.
+The Shepherd looked down at her heaving, massive titties and couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed her swollen tits with his rough calloused hands and began to squeeze them harder and harder. He then started to suckle hard on first her left nipple and then her right nipple. To his joy, he felt her nipples start to gush sweet angel milk as he nibbled and sucked and squeezed her massive tits.
+Sophia froze in shock. She could not understand what was happening to her titties. She looked down at her painfully swollen titties and saw the Shepherd suckling her titties and milking her nipples like she was his very own angel cow.
+The Shepherd looked up and entranced her with the power of his gaze. She was unable to look away from his eyes as he pounded away at her hot, sticky pussy and milked her massive tits of her sweet angel milk.
+As the Shepherd exploded into her pussy and his hot sperm flooded down inside her, he began to slap her tits from side to side as milk from her titties gushed over her tits and down her body.
+With one final hard slap of her titties and rough suckle of her nipples as she was being milked by her Shepherd, the Angel of Wisdom came in an explosion of pussy juice that drenched the ground beneath her well-paddled ass.
+As she lay limply on the ground, her pussy quivering and her titties gushing sweet milk, the Shepherd looked down at his little angel-bitch and smiled. He reached down into his bag and pulled out a beautiful golden collar in the shape of two sparkling feathered angel wings. He leaned over his little angel and as he milked her sweet titties, he collared her.
+Sophia looked up at him and smiled in gratitude that he had made her his little angel-bitch. She looked over to see Castor and Pollux jumping up and down excitedly at their new chew toy being collared like they were.
+The Shepherd picked her up and sat her down on his lap as he draped each of her soft thighs over his hard thighs. He looked down at the sweet, glistening pussy spread open for his pleasure and began to slowly fondle her little pussy with the fingers of his right hand while the fingers of his left hand began to play with her sweet ass. He whistled for Castor and Pollux to come nearer and, as they did, he nodded his permission for them to play with their new chew toy's massive titties.
+Tears rolled down the Angel of Wisdom's little face as she felt herself be slowly milked by Castor on her right tit and Pollux on her left tit. Her pussy began to gush as the Shepherd began to alternate finger-fucking her pussy with finger-fucking her little ass.
+As the Angel of Light looked down at her body that had become the possession of Man and Beast, she moved her soft hands caressingly over the furry bodies of the massive hounds milking her. She began rocking her little pussy hard against the Shepherd's rough fingers fucking her pussy and grinding her ass down against his hard fingers that were possessively fucking her little ass. As her pussy convulsed tighter and tighter around the forceful fingers stroking her pussy walls, she came with a soft explosion of sticky pussy juice that dripped down the Shepherd's fingers and ran down her slender legs.
+The little Angel of Wisdom lay her head back on the Shepherd's strong, hard chest and happily dozed off as she was milked by her Master's hounds and stroked in her pussy and ass by the possessive fingers of her Master.
+She had started off the day as an arrogant Angel of Wisdom too sheltered in the Realm of Light to understand the dangers of the Realm of Mishra. She ended the day as an obedient angel-bitch who had been collared by her Master and become the chew toys of his hounds. With a sigh of pure contentment, Sophia, the Shepherd's submissive angel-bitch fell asleep in his arms.
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+[ Author: Bella Swann; Title: The Claiming of Iris, the Sweet Angel of Hope; Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Erotica ]
+In the aeons before Mortal Time began, when the universe was in Chaos, and the Fall of Lucifer was only just beginning, there was magic and mystery in the many kingdoms that spanned Chaos. Angels served as Servants and Messengers of the Divine Spark moving through the kingdoms attempting to bring the Light and turn the magical inhabitants away from Darkness. Some angels were less successful than others in their noble endeavours. This is the story of the claiming of Iris, the Sweet Angel of Hope and her Fall into Lustful Darkness.
+Iris paused at the glowing barrier that separated the Realm of Light from the Realm of the Shadowlands. She had spent her entire existence as innocent, pure energy, safe and secure in the Realm of Light. Today was her first journey through the glowing barrier and into her first incarnation of Flesh. Iris would have no control over how she appeared to others in that world as her angelic powers would be severely limited. The first being she encountered would create her physical form according to its innermost desires and Iris would appear in that form unless she encountered another being along the way powerful enough to re-shape her according to its new desires. Iris' purpose was to gather as much information as possible about those in the Realm of the Shadowlands and whether they could be brought to the Light before she could return back to the safety of her home in the Realm of the Light.
+Iris' pure iridescent light of being shimmered as she merged with the ebony black energy barrier and then pushed her way into the Realm of the Shadowlands. She slowly floated through the hot air as she looked around for a being to touch and give her essence a physical form. She heard the sound of movement up ahead and quickly moved toward the source of the noise.
+Directly in front of Iris stood a slender, beautiful woman wearing a tight, extremely short, silk leopard print dress. The V-neck of the silk dress was so low that most of the woman's massive 42H tits spilled out over the neckline so that Iris could see the woman's bright red nipples playing peek-a-boo with passerbys, whenever the woman breathed deeply in and out. Her dress was so short, it came to just under the rounded curve of her suntanned heart-shaped, little ass. As the warm wind blew the dress up and down, it was clear that she was wearing only a bright red, silk thong that fit snugly into the sweet crack of her little ass and exposed her bare cheeks to all who would look. As Iris looked slowly down at the front of the woman's pussy, she could see how the triangle of the thong merely accented but did not cover her entire little pussy.
+Iris looked down more closely at the strange woman's pussy in fascination. She was startled to see that the front strip of the thong was so tightly cut between the strange woman's glistening pussy lips that little drops of pussy juice were constantly soaking through the thong. The woman's long, silky red hair floated freely in the wind and reached down her sweet ass just far enough to move caressingly over the firm, globes of her ass. She wore sky-high golden stilettoes that thrust her tits further forward and gave her sweet ass an enticing little sway even as she stood still to look up at the ball of energy coming towards her.
+The woman's bright green eyes widened in surprise at the iridescent ball of light that floated in front of her then spoke within her mind.
+"Greetings, Woman of the Shadowlands, I am Iris, the Angel of Hope. I am here to bring Light to your world of Darkness. However, in order to move around this world, I need you to give me physical form. Please imagine me as the most perfectly formed Flesh that would be the most welcome sight for the denizens of your world to encounter and happily interact with."
+The lustful woman immediately conceived of the body perfect enough to be as completely opposite as possible to the sweet innocence of Iris' voice. She licked her red lips lasciviously as she imagined the mental and physical qualities of the perfect partner to serve as her eternal toy and plaything.
+In an iridescent shimmer of lights, the Angel Iris became Flesh.
+Iris looked down at her body as her sweet blue eyes widened in surprise. She was dressed in a sleeveless, white lace top that was tied shut in a bow beneath her 40DDD tits. The fabric of the innocent white top was strained so tightly across her massive tits that her tits threatened to burst through the fabric and the firm mounds of her huge tits were pushed almost entirely out of the neckline of the little top. Her sweet pink nipples were outlined obscenely by the tight fabric of the top and poked through the delicate holes of the lace as little pink cherries on mounds of vanilla ice cream. She raised a confused hand to her silky locks that fell like a golden waterfall down her back and ended at the top of her tiny waist. Her belly button had been pierced and sparkled brilliantly with a flawless white diamond and golden leopard ornament that hung down from her piercing. As she looked further down her body, she saw that she was wearing tight, white lace panties cut high enough in the front to expose some of her sweet, pink pussy lips and high enough in the back to expose most of her sweetly rounded ass cheeks. She wore stilettoes of the purest white on her slender feet that thrust her pussy forward and gave her ass a welcoming wiggle to anyone approaching her from behind.
+Iris turned to look at the woman in confusion. "Is this the flesh that will make me welcome to all that I encounter?" she asked in her sweet, innocent voice. Her hands moved up around the tops of her massive tits and tried to push them back into the confines of her white lace top, but her tits continued to fight for their freedom from the obscenely tight fabric.
+The woman wet her red lips as she looked up and down at Iris' extremely fuckable body. As she looked down at Iris' pussy, she felt her own pussy begun to get wet at the sight of Iris' innocent, pink pussy lips.
+The woman replied in a reassuring and kind voice. "I am Lilith and I find your flesh extremely welcome as will all those who encounter you." She reached out and ran soft but strong hands over the tops of Iris' 40DDD tits as she attempted to "help" Iris push her tits back under the neckline of her dress.
+With a naughty little smile, Lilith shook her finger as she looked down at Iris' innocent nipples poking through the lace fabric. With a disapproving sound, she began to roughly play with Iris' sweet nipples. Lilith pretended to be pushing the soft nipples back into the top but she was really tugging on them to make the nipples hard enough to poke all the way through the top on their own.
+Iris stiffened in shock and confusion as she tried to politely push Lilith's hands away from her pink nipples. She leaned back slightly in dismay as instead of Lilith releasing her hold on Iris' nipples, Lilith merely tightened her grip on the little nipples and began to twist and turn them around like they were dials on a radio.
+As Lilith looked up into the confused and upset little face of the Angel of Hope, Lilith said mockingly, "Don't look so worried, little Angel of the Light. Don't you want to be welcome to all you encounter, fill us with Hope, and bring us back to the Light?"
+Iris nodded sweetly. "Of course. I want to fill all who meet me with Light and Hope. That is my divine mission."
+Lilith looked up into Iris' sweet angel face and smiled devilishly. "Then just relax, little Angel of Hope. You are doing exactly what you need to do to welcome me to Hope."
+Iris looked confused and opened her mouth to argue further for Lilith to stop twisting around her little pink nipples. However, as she looked down into Lilith's mesmerizing green eyes, Iris realized to her shock that she had lost the power of speech and could only stand there and watch Lilith play with her strangely hardening pink nipples.
+Lilith smiled as the little angel fell under the power of her gaze and stood there with her mouth open, unable to speak or resist further. Lilith held Iris' gaze and forced Iris to watch as Lilith began to lick Iris' exposed titties overflowing from the neckline of her little lace top. Lilith slowly licked around and around Iris' warm and firm titties and then stuck her face into the tight opening between Iris' titties and began to nuzzle and lick her way up and down the sweet angel's fleshy mounds. She tightened her grip on Iris' nipples and began to tug them roughly in and out of the holes of the white lace top to the rhythm of her nuzzling up and down of Iris' tits.
+Lilith moved further up Iris' sweet body and pushed her ruby red lips directly over Iris' sweet pink mouth, still open in her vain attempt to speak. Lilith wrapped her fingers in Iris' golden hair and held Iris firmly by the back of her little head. With a possessive snarl, Lilith smacked her red lips roughly down on Iris' soft mouth and began to kiss her hard and deep. Lilith stuck her long, red tongue deep into Iris' wet mouth and began to explore every inch of her mouth.
+Iris panicked at the feeling of Lilith's mouth on hers and Lilith's tongue sliding around in search of Iris' sweet tongue. Iris tried to push Lilith away but realized to her shock that she was unable to move and could only accept Lilith's rough domination of her mouth.
+Lilith sighed in triumph as she began to stroke Iris' sweet little tongue with her own much bigger and stronger tongue. She curled her tongue firmly over Iris' and began to suck on it as she felt Iris' body begin to relax in sweet submission against hers.
+Lilith reached down with her soft but strong hands and untied the lace bow that had been tied so sweetly under Iris' massive titties and roughly pulled the top off Iris' unresisting body.
+Iris stiffened in shock at having her titties completely exposed in front of Lilith and weakly tried to pull away.
+Lilith chuckled at Iris' feeble resistance and grasping her strong tongue firmly around Iris' little tongue, Lilith yanked the sweet Angel of Hope closer to Lilith's own body using Iris' own little tongue. Lilith then pulled her hand out of Iris' golden hair and grabbed Iris' massive tit. Lilith began to roughly squeeze Iris' tit and twist the little pink nipple as Iris began to moan and unconsciously begin to push her tit harder into Lilith's hand to be squeezed and stroked.
+As Lilith felt Iris begin to relax and allow her flesh to be dominated, Lilith began to harshly squeeze both Iris' tits and twist both her little pink nipples harder and harder until Iris began to moan in pleasure and begin to slam her tits against Lilith's and rock her pussy against Lilith's pussy.
+Lilith chuckled. She began to slap Iris' massive titties back and forth, harder and harder as Iris began to pant with a desire that the innocent angel had never before experienced. Then Lilith grabbed each massive tit in her hand and began to chew on Iris' little nipples as she harshly squeezed the soft, fleshy titties.
+Iris looked at Lilith confusedly. "What's happening to me, Lilith?" Why are my tits swelling up and my nipples getting harder?" She shifted her thighs restlessly and unconsciously began to rock her pussy up and down against Lilith's pussy.
+Lilith looked down at Iris' eager little pussy and smirked. She looked up at Iris and said, "Why don't I check and see what's happening to your sweet little pussy?" She moved her hands down over Iris' silken thighs and said, "Just spread your little thighs further apart and rock that little pussy upwards closer to me and I'll make sure that every part of your sweet flesh is doing what it is supposed to be doing."
+Iris gratefully spread her thighs further apart and tilted her angel pussy up in the air for Lilith's inspection.
+Lilith placed one hand around Iris' tiny waist and moved her other hand slowly down over the outside of Iris' tight white lace panty. She began to firmly massage Iris' pussy with the rough lace of her panty.
+Iris began to pant at the feeling of Lilith's hand masturbating her so strongly. She began to rub her lace covered pussy up and down Lilith's strong hand as her pussy began to get wetter and wetter and long for flesh to flesh contact.
+Lilith slowly began to move her hand down over Iris' pussy lips that were slowly sucking the lace of the panty inside her little pussy. Lilith began to teasingly "accidentally" slip her fingers under the panty as she massaged Iris' pussy lips. She could hear a sloshing sound coming from the little angel's pussy as Iris began to get hotter and hotter.
+Lilith squeezed Iris' sweet pussy lips firmly through the lace panty as she used her left hand on Iris' slender waist to push her sweet pussy at an angle. Then Lilith slowly began to insert the fingers of her right hand under the dainty white lace and deeper into Iris' pussy lips as Iris began to pant and moan harder and harder as her sweet innocent angel pussy knew that it needed to be filled by something firm, and hard and ground forcefully into the mud.
+Pleased at the sweet little angel's increasingly wet and sticky pussy, Lilith shoved her entire hand under Iris' little lace panty. She roughly inserted her four fingers between Iris' pussy lips as she began to finger-fuck the little angel faster and faster.
+Iris gave a sweet moan of pleasure and placed her beautiful face down upon Lilith's massive 42H tits as her hands unconsciously began to move under Lilith's tight, leopard print dress to massage the warm globes of Lilith's ass.
+Lilith began to flick Iris' sweet little pink clit with the thumb of her right hand as she continued to roughly finger-fuck the little angel. As Lilith swirled her strong fingers deeper and deeper inside Iris' sticky, little pussy, Iris collapsed against Lilith's massive tits as electric pulses of pure pleasure rolled through the little angel's sweet pussy as she began to orgasm and her pussy juices soaked through her little lace panties.
+Lilith smiled in approval as Iris' sweet pussy coated Lilith's hand with a thick layer of angel pussy juice. Lilith pulled her hand slowly out of Iris' tight panty and gently began to push her thumb back and forth over Iris' lips and just inside her sweet innocent mouth.
+Iris looked down into Lilith's piercing green eyes as her little tongue began to lick her own pussy juices off Lilith's thumb and then with a submissive sigh, Iris opened her mouth wider and swallowed Lilith's entire hand coated with Iris' pussy juices.
+With a wicked little smile, Lilith began to slowly hand-fuck the little angel's sweet mouth as she moved her entire hand deeper and deeper into Iris' hot little mouth. Lilith bent her own hot little mouth over Iris' massive tits and began to chew on Iris' hard, pink nipples as she alternated biting first the sweet nipple on Iris' left tit, then nuzzling the warm tight space between her tits, then moving over to bite the little nipple on Iris' right tit.
+As Lilith felt Iris' pussy began to rock again against her own pussy, she slowly ran her left hand teasingly between the deep crack between the little angel's sweet ass cheeks. She looked up into the beautiful, confused blue eyes of the little angel and ordered her to lay her sweet body on the grass, pull off her wet little panties, and then push her soft thighs wide apart on the ground for Lilith to inspect her sweet little pussy more closely.
+Iris nodded obediently. She slowly pushed down her white lace panty sopping wet with her pussy juices and then she lay her head on Lilith's massive tits for balance as she slowly pulled the panty off, first her left leg and over her left white stiletto covered foot, and then down her right left and off her right white stiletto covered foot. With a little sigh of sweet submission, she lay down her soft white body down on the hard ground and opened up her little thighs wider for Lilith's further inspection of her sweet angel pussy.
+As Lilith looked down on the sweet innocent angel flesh so beautifully displayed for her own use, she smirked. Lilith slowly stepped over to the little angel, who was completely naked except for her white stilettos, and sat down on Iris's sweet little pussy. Lilith slowly pulled off her tight leopard print dress and tossed it to the ground beside the little angel's white lace panties and white lace top. Clad only in her red silk thong, sky-high golden stilettos, and a belly button piercing of a diamond and golden leopard that was identical to the one Iris had on, Lilith began to rub her own pussy roughly up and down over Iris' soaking wet pussy.
+Iris caught her breath unable to do anything but look up at the beautiful woman masturbating her so forcefully. Unconsciously, Iris reached up and grabbed Lilith's massive 42H tits that were bouncing up and down as Lilith rode up and down Iris' pussy. Iris began to squeeze Lilith's tits as hard as she could as her hands couldn't get enough of how warm and silky and firm those tits were. With a helpless groan, Iris reached her head up and began to suckle those beautiful red nipples bouncing up and down in front of her mouth like sweet cherries.
+Lilith groaned as Iris began to suckle and bite her tits and ruby red nipples. She reached up with her own hands and began to slap Iris' 40DDD tits harshly from side to side as she bit and suckled Iris' sweet pink nipples.
+As Iris felt herself being masturbated so forcefully by the Lilith's silky red thong and warm, sticky pussy lips, she began to pant like a bitch in heat, and her massive tits swelled up further, unconsciously begging to be slapped around harder by Lilith's soft but strong, little hands.
+As Lilith felt Iris' sweet pussy begin to grind up and down against her own pussy, she stopped and pulled her pussy off Iris' pussy.
+Iris began to whimper at the loss of sensation against her little angel pussy. She began to rock her pussy high in the air, trying to get Lilith to put her pussy back down and keep masturbating her, pussy to pussy.
+Lilith laughed at the begging of Iris' sweet pussy and the angel juice gushing out of Iris' pussy and down her soft thighs.
+As Iris looked up with begging eyes, wanting desperately for Lilith to bring her little angel body to another orgasm, Lilith snarled possessively. With a quick tug, she ripped off her own red silk thong that was drenched with hers and Iris' pussy juices.
+Iris looked up at Lilith, her mouth open with hope that Lilith would begin rubbing against Iris' needy little pussy again.
+Lilith smiled and shoved her pussy juice drenched red silk thong deep into Iris' mouth. Then she reached down and shoved Iris' slender legs high above her head to pull Iris' pussy open as much as possible.
+Iris' pussy began to gush harder and harder as Lilith dominated her body so completely. Mindlessly, Iris began to suck eagerly on the pussy juice drenched thong that Lilith had shoved so harshly in her mouth.
+Lilith looked down at the river of pussy juice pouring out of Iris' little pink pussy and shoved her face deep into the little angel's pussy.
+Iris gave a scream that was muffled by the thong she was still obediently sucking on as she felt Lilith's nose and tongue go deeper and further into her sweet, hot pussy. Iris began to buck her little ass off the ground as she slammed her pussy faster and faster against Lilith's face and tongue that was licking her out so thoroughly.
+Iris began to pant and cry and squeeze her soft thighs harder against Lilith's head to get her to tongue-fuck her little pussy even harder and faster than before.
+Lilith placed her hands on Iris' sweet white ass and began to massage her rounded globes as she shook her face deep inside Iris' sweet pussy. Then she began to hum loudly in that sweet angel pussy.
+Iris began to cry tears of deep sexual need as Lilith's humming caused Iris to feel as if there were electric currents running through her pussy. She began humping her pussy against Lilith's head, but with a growl, Lilith pulled her head out of Iris' pussy and forcefully held Iris' thighs apart so that Iris couldn't squeeze or play with her own pussy lips.
+Lilith's face and long red hair was coated with a thick layer of Iris' pussy juices. Lilith slid up Iris' angel body and laid her massive tits against Iris' massive tits. Then Lilith began to bounce her 42H tits up and down against Iris' 40DDD tits enjoying the sensation of her firm titty flesh bouncing against Iris' warm titty flesh. Lilith reached into Iris' mouth and pulled out the drenched red silk thong. She then brought her sticky face and red hair over Iris' sweet face and began to kiss her hard as she rubbed her pussy juice coated face all over Iris' face.
+As Iris looked up at the beautiful woman kissing her with the taste of her own pussy juices on her lips, Iris began to slam her ass up and down against the ground wanting desperately to be fucked.
+Lilith reached down to Iris' wet pussy and slammed the red silk thong deep into Iris' sweet pussy lips as she possessively licked her tongue into every crevice of Iris' mouth. As Lilith began to suck hard on Iris' sweet tongue with her own rough tongue, she reached her hand deep into Iris' pussy and began to push the thong deeper and deeper down Iris' tight pussy walls.
+Then with a forceful thrust, Lilith began to pump four fingers into Iris' pussy and use her thumb to play with Iris' swollen clit.
+Iris screamed as her pussy convulsed into an orgasm and waves of pussy juice poured down her pussy walls, soaking the thong and Lilith's hand. Lilith looked down at the little angel she had hand-fucked to an orgasm and began to chuckle.
+As Iris' pussy rocked back and forth and waves of pleasure cascaded through her body, Lilith pulled her hand slowly out of Iris' pussy, leaving her red silk thong still buried deep inside.
+Then Lilith pushed her hand into Iris' mouth and Iris immediately began to suck and lick her pussy juice of Lilith's hand without having to be asked. Lilith leaned over the limp Iris and whispered, "My turn."
+Lilith then swung her own hot, sticky pussy over Iris' face and began to rub her pussy over Iris' mouth.
+Iris immediately reached up her hands to rub Lilith's sweet ass while Iris began to suck and lick at Lilith's dripping wet pussy.
+Lilith sighed in pleasure and dropped her pussy firmly onto Iris' face.
+At first, Iris choked as she felt smothered by all the warm pussy flesh that was sealed around her little angel face. But as Lilith reached her own mouth further down Iris' body and began to lick out Iris' sweet pussy again, Iris felt she had no choice but to keep licking and nibbling at all the sweet pussy flesh firmly planted on her own face.
+As the two women licked out each other's sweet pussies, Lilith began to twist Iris' sweet pink nipples harder and harder as Iris began to dig her fingers into Lilith's ass as hard as she could.
+With a scream of pleasure, Lilith came as waves of her pussy juice drenched Iris' sweet face and beautiful silken locks.
+Iris desperately tried to swallow all the sweet pussy juice that was flooding down her mouth and throat and coating her face, but Lilith's pussy juice was just too much for the little angel. As Iris felt her face so dominated by Lilith's fleshy pussy and her own pussy being licked out so thoroughly by Lilith's tongue, Iris came again with a scream muffled under the pussy covering her sweet face. The multiple orgasms in a row were too much for the little angel and she fell unconscious in a wave of pure sexual pleasure.
+Lilith slowly pulled her face out of the little angel's pussy but decided to leave the red silk thong buried in Iris' pussy so that Iris would remember who owned her little pussy when she woke up. She rubbed her drenched pussy up and down Iris' little face and slapped Iris' tits around to watch them bounce up and down so energetically. Then Lilith regretfully pulled her pussy off Iris' face.
+As Lilith looked down at the angel coated in a mixture of pussy juices, unconsciously whimpering, with her soft thighs spread wide-open, Lilith smirked to see how well-fucked the Angel of Hope had been. With a little yawn, Lilith lay down on the ground beside the little angel and pulled Iris' naked body over her own as she rubbed her massive, firm tits against the soft back of the sleeping angel and inhaled the sweet scent of Iris' golden locks of hair. She then reached one arm around Iris and hugged her huge tits and began to playfully tug at the sweet pink nipples.
+Iris began to smile in her sleep as her sweet titties were fondled and her little nipples were tugged and twirled by Lilith's soft, but strong fingers.
+Lilith then shoved her other hand under Iris' warm, sticky pussy and began to fondle Iris' pussy lips and stroke her swollen clit as Iris' pussy began to start softly flowing again with pussy juice. With a contented sigh, Lilith rubbed her massive tits up and down against her well-fucked angel to the soothing feeling of Iris' little pussy gently sucking Lilith's fingers in and out of her sticky, angel pussy and Iris' sweet pink nipples hardening under Lilith's firm tugging and twisting of them.
+With a little sigh of regret, Lilith slowly pulled her fingers out of Iris' little pussy and sucked Iris' pussy juices off her own fingers. She gave a quick good-bye nibble to Iris' pink nipples, slapped Iris' tits playfully around, and then with a last long lick of Iris' sweet pussy lips, Lilith stood up.
+She pulled her leopard print dress back over her massive 42H tits and curvy ass as she stood over Iris' sleeping pussy. Lilith slowly pushed the sharp, pointed heel of her golden stiletto into Iris' hot pussy and pumped her pussy a few times until Iris had begun to moan again with desire and the spike of Lilith's stiletto was shiny with Iris' pussy juices.
+"Until we meet again, sweet angel," said Lilith as she left the sleeping, naked Iris shivering again in arousal and frantically fondling her own pussy with both her little hands.
+***
+Iris awoke from her sleep to the wonderful feeling of a long, hard rod slowly being inserted in and out of her wet little pussy lips.
+"Wake-up, you little slut," said the Soldier as he moved his truncheon more forcefully deeper and further into the innocent angel's little pussy. "I'm Staff Sergeant Azael and I want to know what a little slut like you is doing naked and asleep on a public road." He kicked his heavy boots in-between her slender legs and bent down to shove her soft thighs more roughly apart with his calloused hands. He then forced her silken legs up to her massive titties and grabbed the shocked little Angel of Hope's little hands and ordered her to hold her thighs and legs up in the air to give his truncheon better access to her little pussy.
+"Please, Staff Sergeant Azael," whimpered the little angel. "I didn't mean any harm. Please don't hurt my little pussy."
+Azael grunted uncaringly. "You are being an indecent little slut and your little pussy needs to be taught how to behave around the civilized people of the Shadowlands." He began to plunge his heavy wooden truncheon deeper into the little angel's sweet pussy.
+Iris cried out at first from the shock of feeling such a large object plunge its way in and out of her innocent pussy.
+Azael smirked as he began to alternate between plunging the heavy truncheon deep down the slut's pussy and then pulling the baton out to tap her little clit and then plunging it back down inside her pussy again.
+Iris realized to her shame that his rough treatment of her little pussy and clit was beginning to arouse her as the baton began to glisten as her pussy juice began to coat the baton as he shoved it in and out of her.
+Azael snickered audibly as he looked at the pussy juices coating his truncheon. He moved the truncheon to her face and began to wave it around. "What's this on my truncheon?" he asked the innocently blushing angel.
+Iris closed her eyes and looked away from the pussy juice coated baton he was gliding up and down her face.
+Azael growled at her lack of response and placed his heavy baton on her lips and began to tap it steadily on her lips. "I asked you a question, you little slut. What is on my truncheon?" He began to force the truncheon between her lips and into her little mouth.
+Iris whimpered as she opened up her eyes and looked at him. With tears welling up in her beautiful blue eyes, she whispered, "Pussy juice. My pussy juice is on your baton."
+Azael smiled gloatingly. "Your hot slut pussy must really like being fucked with my truncheon. I bet your hot slut little mouth will like it too." With that, he shoved the wooden truncheon with his left hand deeper into her mouth and began to push it down her throat.
+Unable to help herself, Iris raised up her hands to the massive truncheon slowly moving in and out of her mouth and down her throat. She began to stroke the part of the truncheon outside her mouth and lick and suck the wood that was deeper in her mouth.
+Azael bent down closer to her massive tits and began to squeeze them with his right hand as he slapped them around to watch them bounce, and nibbled on her sweet pink nipples as he plunged the baton in and out of her little mouth.
+He pulled the baton out of her mouth and laughed at her disappointed little moan. Then, with a quick movement, he plunged the baton back into her slut pussy and began to fuck her hard with the wooden truncheon. He ordered her to shove her massive tits together as he kept fucking her little pussy with his piece of wood.
+With an obedient sigh, Iris shoved her massive tits together and then squealed with pleasure as he pulled the sticky baton out of her little pussy and began to shove it roughly between her titties as he fucked her titties with his massive baton. Her excited little pussy began to rock up and down as it unconsciously begged to be filled and pumped again.
+As Azael fucked between her tits with his truncheon, he shoved 4 fingers of his left hand deep into her gushing pussy and began to diddle her little pussy lips and then rub her swollen clit with his thumb.
+Iris began to rock her entire body up and down in excitement and a deep desire to be fucked hard by Azael. Unable to stop herself she began to squeeze her own titties harder and harder around the baton and her soft thighs clenched harder around Azael's fingers as she began to frantically hump his hard hand as she tried to bring herself to a climax.
+Azael grabbed Iris roughly by her golden hair and pulled her soft mouth closer to his. He began to kiss her roughly as he possessively claimed every inch of her little mouth with his large, rough tongue.
+Iris gave a sweet sigh of surrender as he sucked hard on her little tongue and relaxed her mouth against his.
+As Azael sucked on her tongue, fucked her titties with his massive truncheon, and finger-fucked her pussy with his left hand, Iris began to pant and moan uncontrollably. With a wicked grin, Azael shoved her legs further up in the air and slammed his entire left hand deep into her pussy. He opened up his hand and began to stroke and tickle the soft walls of her pussy with his fingers as he pumped his hand faster and faster into her pussy.
+Iris gave a scream of pure pleasure at feeling her pussy so mastered by this stranger and exploded in uncontrollable waves of pussy juice that poured out of her pussy, coating his left hand, soaking her soft thighs, and drenching the ground underneath her sweet ass.
+With a scream of triumph over the little slut, Azael pulled his hand out of her wet pussy and flipped her around, face-down on the ground. He pulled her onto her knees and shoved her massive titties and head roughly into the ground. Then he spread her sweet ass cheeks slightly apart as Iris whimpered in the mud beneath him. He unzipped his pants and his massive cock thrust out looking for a little slut's pussy to fill and fuck hard.
+Azael placed his hands roughly on Iris' tiny waist and plunged his massive cock into her little pussy.
+Iris screamed from the pain of feeling his huge cock fill her little pussy to the brim.
+He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Relax your little slut pussy against my hard cock and just lie back and enjoy being fucked by a massive weapon like mine." He began to pump, at first slowly, and then faster and harder into her sweet, gushing pussy as Iris began to pant and moan with desire.
+He moved his hands off her tiny waist and began to squeeze her tits that hung beneath her as he moved faster and more roughly into her little pussy until he came in a massive explosion of hot sperm that overflowed her little pussy. With a roar, Azael pulled out and sprayed her sweet ass cheeks with his hot spunk. Then he flipped her over onto her back and shoved his cock down her throat filling it with hot sperm.
+Iris looked up submissively at the Staff Sergeant who had mastered her little body so forcefully as she swallowed faster and faster to keep up with the river of sperm that was pouring down her throat. She reached up her soft hands and began to stroke and fondle his hairy balls that were pounding against her chin as he fucked her mouth. She began to lick and suck at the massive flesh inside her mouth as she tried to clean as much of his sperm as possible off his massive cock.
+With a final jerk inside her mouth, Azael pulled out of her hot little mouth and sprayed her face with the rest of his hot spunk.
+Iris mewed in contentment at feeling his hot spunk coating her sweet face. She loved being surrounded by the smell and taste of the man who had fucked her so hard. She looked up at him with eyes dripping with sperm and smiled a smile of pure obedience.
+Azael wiggled her sweet ass firmly over his wet cock as he pulled her soft back more closely against his muscular chest. He placed his truncheon soaked with her pussy juice and saliva firmly under her massive tits to roughly pull them higher up in the air for him to admire. He ordered her to hold his truncheon in that position as Iris obediently did as he asked.
+Azael reached down and spread her left thigh over his left thigh and then spread her right thigh over his right thigh to open her pussy up wider. He reached down into her pussy and began to pull on the piece of fabric that he had felt lodged up in her pussy earlier. He pulled out the pussy and spunk soaked fabric and looked at it curiously. It was a drenched red silk red thong.
+He brought it up to Iris' face and chuckled as she looked away in embarrassment. "My little slut pussy is just full of surprises."
+Iris blushed and opened her mouth to explain how Lilith's thong had been found in her own pussy.
+Azael laughed. "Shhh. It's okay. I know you're a little slut and little sluts always have things shoved up in their pussies."
+Iris looked up at him with her beautiful eyes crusted over with his spunk and mud, pussy juice, and spunk entangling her golden hair. "I'm not a little slut," she said softly. "I'm an Angel of Hope, here to bring the inhabitants of the Shadowlands back to the light."
+Azael nodded. "Of course, you are." He squished up the red silk thong and rubbed it over Iris' sweet lips until she confusedly opened up her mouth. He nuzzled her neck in approval of her rapid obedience and then he shoved the soaked thong down her little throat. He shut her mouth over the thong and said, "Bring that back to lightness and goodness, little angel, for that is one disgusting thong."
+Iris sighed in surrender to his will as she began to suck hard on Lilith's red thong that had been shoved up inside her sweet pussy and left behind.
+Azael sighed in contentment as he watched the little angel slut with her mouth stuffed full of another woman's thong begin to suck happily away on it. He reached down with his left hand to play softly with her pussy while he stroked and slapped her massive tits with his right hand.
+As he felt his cock harden under her sweet ass, he raised her up and slowly placed her hot pussy over his cock and began to pump up and down inside her.
+Iris squealed in delight as she felt him begin to move up and down inside her tight pussy as he played with her pussy lips and squeezed and slapped her tits. With her mouth still sucking obediently away at the thong inside it, she looked up in submission as Azael as he fucked her harder and harder in her gushing pussy.
+With a shout, Azael exploded in her pussy from behind while he finger-fucked her pussy from above. He sent huge waves of hot sperm over her ass and she moaned in pleasure at being bathed in his warm spunk. He pushed her off his lap and waving his massive cock over her 40DDD tits and tight abdomen and gushing pink pussy, he buried her sweet angel body under an avalanche of his hot cum.
+Iris exploded into an orgasm that sent waves of pleasure down her pussy and throughout her sweet body. The force of pleasure was too much for her little body and she fell unconscious with her soft thighs spread wide-open, exposing her sweet pink pussy, and the gallons of angel pussy juice streaming from it.
+Azael looked down in delight at the angel he had fucked unconscious. He reached down and picked a long, hard branch off the ground and carefully inserted it into the little angel's gushing pussy. "So, your little slut pussy won't wake up sad and empty," he said devilishly.
+He moved his massive cock dripping wet with cum and her pussy juices over her sweet face. He began to slap her face from side to side with his wet cock, faster and faster, and harder and harder with each blow.
+With a sigh of surrender, the fucked unconscious angel opened up her little mouth.
+Azael used the tip of his cock to pull out the red thong his little angel had been sucking and shove his own cock deep into her throat.
+With a happy smile, the angel opened up her mouth wider and began to suck his cock further down his throat. She used her hands to worshipfully stroke his cock and balls while she licked his cock clean in her mouth of all his wonderful tasting and smelling cum. She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his massive instrument harden and enlarge in her little mouth.
+Azael began to pump her sleeping mouth with his cock and squeeze and slap her massive tits.
+Iris began to shove her pussy up and down in the air as she wanted to be pumped in her hot pussy too and not just her hot mouth.
+With a smirk, Azael reached down with his hand and began to pump the branch back and forth in her angel pussy alternating thrusts of his cock down her throat with thrusts of the wood in her little pussy.
+Iris began to moan in painful pleasure as Azael squeezed another orgasm out of her over-sensitized little pussy.
+With a final thrust, Azael exploded in her mouth. He shoved his cock deep in her throat to force her unconscious mouth to drink up as much of his spunk as possible. Then, with a wicked grin, he hosed her entire body down with his hot cum, until the little angel was nothing but a cum slut.
+Iris sighed in pure pleasure at being surrounded by the warmth and scent of his cum. She gave a little whimper and then fell more deeply unconscious.
+As Azael looked down at the dripping wet, sticky, cum covered body of the little Angel of Hope, he chuckled. "Enjoy bringing the inhabitants of Shadowlands to the Light, little angel slut. I know we will enjoy welcoming you to our realm wherever you might foolishly wander."
+He looked down at the sleeveless white lace top and white lace panties lying on the ground and smirked. He slowly pushed her soft white legs together and carefully pulled the white lace panties over her white stiletto covered feet and up her slender legs. He gently pushed her sweet hips off the ground as he pulled her little panties fully back on her cum and pussy juice soaked body. He placed his hand under the top of her little panty to make sure the branch was still firmly in her little pussy and those little pussy lips were still sticky and gushing wetness all over it.
+Then he picked up her sleeveless white lace top and wrapped it tightly over her massive tits and tied the ends of the white lace in a tight knot under her titties. He reached down with his mouth over the holes in the lace and roughly suckled her little pink nipples until they hardened. Then he bit down hard on the little nipples with his teeth and pulled them through the larger holes at the front of the top. He then reached for the disgustingly drenched red silk thong. He pulled the sweet little angel's hands tightly together and bound her hands together with the thong.
+As he saw the tightly bound and well-fucked little angel lying there like a little present for the next passerby, he couldn't resist rolling her sideways and giving her ass a few hard spanks with his wooden truncheon. With a little sigh, and a final smack of his truncheon against her sweet lace panty covered ass, he left her there and continued on with the duties of his day.
+***
+Grendel, the Mountain Troll, trampled through the heavily wooded forest alongside the road that wound through the dangerous mountains of Shadowlands. Normally, the massive troll preferred to stay far away from civilization and live high up in the mountains surrounded only by the grey clouds that blanketed the sky of Shadowlands. However, he was drawn away from his mountain cottage by a sweet, irresistible scent of angel pussy juices that had been slowly wafting through the air up the mountain. At times, the scent of those irresistible pussy juices had grown stronger and then exploded in an avalanche of scent that permeated the air and then the scent would started to simmer and slowly build back up again only to explode in another avalanche of scent.
+Grendel could finally take no more of the angel's teasing and decided he was going to find that little angel pussy and take her back up the mountain to be his little plaything and freshen up the air of his cottage with the constant scent of her sweet angel pussy juices.
+His massive cock hardened and became semi-erect as he saw the source of the sweet pussy juices lying asleep on the ground. He approached her and eagerly knelt with a loud thump as his huge troll body hit the ground beside her.
+Iris stirred slightly at the noise but had been too well-fucked to wake up. She lay there like a beautiful lace covered present for the troll with her sweet hands wrapped up in the red bow of Lilith's red silk thong.
+Grendel snorted in delight as he ran his hands over the white stilettoes on her slender feet. He fondled the fuck-me shoes and brought one high-heeled shoe to his bulbous nose to sniff her scent more deeply. He then spread her soft legs so wide apart that Iris groaned painfully in her sleep at the sudden ache in her groin at being almost split in two.
+A puzzled expression crossed his forehead as he smelt up her sweet legs. He could smell her pussy juices that had leaked down her legs but it was mixed with the scent of another woman's pussy juices as well as a man's cum. His face hardened as he looked down at the sleeping angel.
+"Bad pussy," he grunted. "Grendel's little angel's pussy is for him to play with. If toy plays with anyone else, ever again, Grendel will punish toy a lot." He squeezed his hands possessively on her thighs and then squeezed her lace covered pussy. "Grendel like this little pussy," he said. "Grendel want to see pink little pussy lips not covered by little white panty."
+With that, Grendel ripped off Iris' panties and shoved his face hard into her sweet pussy to look at her little pink pussy lips and smell her sweet scent. He grunted as the tip of his long nose hit a piece of wood that had been shoved deep inside her pussy. Grendel pulled out the tree branch and licked Iris' sweet pussy juices off the branch. He looked down at Iris' pussy approvingly.
+"Grendel likes shoving things in sweet pussy. Grendel will like playing with hot little angel pussy a lot." He shoved his head further into her glistening pussy and began to unfurl his long, rough tongue deep into the walls of her pussy. He groaned into her pussy as he began to lick her little pussy walls and was rewarded by a flood of sweet angel pussy juice coming down her pussy to coat his tongue and face.
+Grendel licked her pussy thoroughly and began to squeeze her little clit while he slammed his face harder and harder against her soft, sticky pussy.
+Iris began to moan harder and harder as Grendel's strong tongue steadily and forcefully licked her to a climax. Her pussy convulsed forcefully against Grendel's happy, hairy face as he made the sleeping little angel come and oceans of pussy juice flooded his open mouth as he sucked and nibbled at her tender pussy flesh.
+Grendel turned his attentions and pussy juice coated face up to his little toy's huge titties. He placed his massive hands over her lace covered tits and began to massage them harshly as he made happy little grunts at how round and firm her tits were. He placed his mouth over her hard pink nipples that were popping through the lace holes of her top and began to suckle hard on her sweet nipples.
+With an angry grunt, Grendel stopped suckling her little nipples and looked more closely at her tits. He ripped off her lace top and roughly thrust his troll face between them as he sniffed each tit and nipple closely. Frustrated, Grendel began to harshly slap her titties back and forth. He began to relax as he watched her huge tits bounce up and down with her perky pink nipples like little berries that were asking to be chewed up hard and those swollen tits that were asking to be licked and squeezed all over.
+He reached down in his little knapsack and pulled out a little vial that the Witch Lilith had given him the last time she had begged him on her hands and knees to fuck her hot pussy with his massive troll cock and slap her face with his heavy, hairy balls.
+With a groan of anticipation, he pulled apart the fastenings at the front of his leather shorts and began to rub his massive cock all over with the white fluid from the vial.
+Then he dipped the tip of his cock into the angel's sweet pussy and coated it with some of her gushing pussy juice. Then he straddled the little angel's huge titties and began to force his massive cock into the sweet lips of her mouth.
+Iris tried to resist the heavy, warm flesh that was being thrust into her little mouth.
+Sensing her resistance, Grendel placed his massive hands over her face and pushed in at her sleeping cheeks.
+Feeling pressure on her cheeks, Iris immediately opened her mouth wider and started to choke on the massive weapon that was now fucking her mouth.
+Grendel moaned in pleasure at feeling the tight fit of her little mouth over his massive cock. As she began to suck and swallow his hard cock, he reached down and began to finger-fuck her little pussy to the rhythm of her little swallows.
+Iris gasped as now her little pussy was being filled with his huge, hairy fingers and fucked as the same time she was choking on the massive, hard flesh in her mouth.
+As Grendel fucked her mouth and pussy harder and faster, Iris came with a massive explosion of pussy juice. With a roar of delight, Grendel exploded in Iris' mouth and tilted her head downwards to flood her throat and belly with his cum, her pussy juices, and the powerful white fluid from Lilith's vial. He kept his cock firmly planted in Iris' mouth for nearly an hour as he forced her to suck him dry. To amuse himself, he scooped sweet angel juices from her pussy and drank them down greedily. Finally, when he had completely emptied his spunk down his new toy's throat, he wagged his cock around in her mouth.
+Feeling the cock still moving around in her spunk drenched mouth, Iris obediently began licking him clean as Grendel patted her titties happily. Then Grendel placed his massive balls on Iris' lips and she submissively began to lick and suck his hairy balls as well before the little angel was just too exhausted to move. Still sound asleep, she just lay passively on the ground, the new plaything of a troll.
+Grendel bent his head over her titties and smiled approvingly as he felt the new heat coming from them and could see them becoming more swollen and her nipples a deeper pink than before. He bent down and picked up his little angel and tossed her face-down over his shoulders. With a hard slap on her sweet white ass, he shoved four of his fingers into her dripping wet pussy and began to play with her swollen clit with his large, calloused thumb. With a nuzzle and lick of her little ass, Grendel carried the little angel into the wooden thicket and off to his mountain cottage to be his little pussy toy for as long as she pleased him.
+***
+Iris awoke with a burp, feeling nauseous and disoriented. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was being fucked by Azael. Now she felt like she had eaten and drunk far too much and there was a strange, painful burning heat in her titties and her nipples felt swollen and painful too. Who was this massive and hairy Troll and why was he carrying her naked body upside down and into the woods?
+She softly cleared her throat and moaned sweetly as the Troll fondled her little pussy lips and flicked her swollen clit with his heavy, hard thumb. "Excuse me, Sir Troll, who are you and where are you taking me?"
+In response, the Troll slowly moved his rough hand up her leg and roughly massaged her ass cheeks cupping them from top to bottom and then back again as he kept walking.
+Iris cleared her throat and began to speak when the Troll ran his knuckles harshly down the crack of her sweet ass and then gave her ass a painful slap.
+An electric pulse ran down her sweet pussy at the feeling of his massive knuckles in her little ass crack and she shuddered at his casual domination of her sweet body with his painful slap on her soft ass.
+"No more talking, Little Toy. I found you alone in the woods and now I'm taking you for my own. My name is Grendel, but you must call me Master. He chuckled roughly and snorted happily. "Yes. You can call me Master when those sweet pink lips of yours aren't wrapped around the head of my massive cock and your sweet little mouth isn't stuffed full of my cock and sucking down hard and deep all the spunk that will be flooding your little throat."
+Her Master slapped her ass much harder when Iris tensed up and thought about trying to explain that she was the Angel of Hope here on a sacred quest to bring the people of Shadowlands out of Darkness and into the Light.
+As if sensing her rebellious thoughts, Grendel slapped Iris again hard on her ass and pinched her swollen little clit painfully with his rough fingers.
+Iris sighed from exhaustion and settled back down with her burning, swollen tits firmly pressed against his back. She had been fucked senseless too many times that day and just couldn't think any more of what to do. Perhaps after a good night's sleep, she would be able to run away from these horrible woods where she was treated no better than a fuck-angel and back to the Realm of Light where she was protected and cherished as an Angel of Light.
+The Troll turned his head back to Iris' ass perched so pertly on his shoulder. Pleased that his new toy knew her place and wouldn't be giving him any trouble, he leaned over and possessively scraped his teeth over the curve of her rounded ass.
+Iris sighed in contentment and snuggled deeply into his troll body as she fell asleep to the soothing feeling of having her rounded ass being massaged firmly by a strong, calloused Troll hand. Her nipples tightened against his back as her sweet pink nipples rubbed up and down, gently aroused by his rough, leather shirt. Her last memory as she fell asleep was of feeling her legs being spread further apart and a rough, hairy face pushing at her tender pussy from below as the Troll couldn't resist some slow nuzzling of her sweet, wet flesh. He pulled back with a reluctant sigh and began to pump his fingers energetically into her tightening pussy. The walls of her pussy began to suck steadily on his rough, hairy fingers as they circled round and round inside her and her pussy juices began to pool and then slowly seep out of her pussy and down her legs, drenching his leather shirt.
+Every few minutes on his journey, the Troll would pause and suck his pussy juice covered fingers clean before pumping them back into his angel toy's little hungry pussy as he gleefully made his way in the darkness to his mountain home.
+What a lucky Troll he was to have found such a sweet angel pussy to take prisoner and fuck senseless in his lonely mountain home thought Grendel as he reached the door to his cottage and entered inside with his little angel. He had such plans for her body that he nearly came again just thinking about all his fantasies that he would be able to make come true on her sweet, innocent angel flesh.
+***
+Grendel placed his sleeping little angel pussy face-down on the floor of his massive stainless steel bathtub and looked down happily at her sweet cum covered and pussy juice saturated body. He carefully removed her white fuck-me stilettoes and placed them on the floor beside the tub.
+First, he filled a bucket of hot, soapy water and dunked in the abrasive sponge he normally used to clean his iron pots and pans. Then he began to roughly scrub away the accumulation of cum, pussy juice, and mud that covered her slender feet and soft legs. He smiled to see her soft, white angel skin get pinker and pinker from the roughness of the sponge. She looked like a slowly baking apple crisp sprinkled with pink peppercorns and cinnamon, his favourite dessert next to cinnamon scented sweet angel pussy.
+As he moved the rough, soapy sponge up her thighs, the little angel began to whimper as he scrubbed her soft, thighs hard and fast.
+Grendel smirked as he looked down at her filthy angel ass. He shoved his hand underneath her sticky pussy and pushed her ass higher in the air so he could wash it more thoroughly. With a sigh of pleasure, Grendel began to scrub away the cum off her ass as his other hand diddled her sweet pussy. He moved the harsh sponge under the curves of her rounded ass and scrubbed them raw until they were glistening pink and her pussy had started to pulse a bit from the pleasurable pain he was inflicting on her helpless body.
+Grendel reached down and grabbed her little hands and pulled them round her body to hold her ass cheeks wide apart for him. Then he merrily scrubbed up and down the crack of her sweet ass as she moaned in discomfort. He gave her ass a quick slap and then moved up to scrub her soft back. When he was done, he flipped her over on her back and looked down on her naked tits and pussy.
+He reached down with the harsh wet sponge and began to scrub his way up the front of one sweet leg and then the other leg before he stuck his hands between her soft, thighs and scrubbed away the accumulated cum and pussy juices with one hand, while his huge Troll fingers of his other hand began to play with her pussy lips and little clit.
+Then he moved up to her belly button and cleaned the golden leopard ornament that sparkled so brightly against her tight abdomen. Dipping the sponge once more into the hot, soapy water, he began to scrub her huge red-hot tits vigorously, paying particular attention to her tender, deepening pink nipples. He chuckled to see the effect of Lilith's potion on his sweet angel's swelling tits and nipples.
+He then moved the sponge over her arms and face. He had to scrub her little face very harshly as there was a deep coating of cum and pussy juice hardened over her eyes, cheeks, and sweet little lips. Then he moved the sponge back down to her sweet pussy to clean it out thoroughly. He pulled her legs far apart and moved the sponge roughly up and down her glistening pink flesh and then scraped it over her little clit.
+Iris moaned at the rough, possessive stimulation of her pussy and began to push her pussy against the sponge as she tried to hump the sponge and the large hand so forcefully scrubbing her soft, angel pussy.
+As Grendel looked at that sweet pussy beginning to gush her pussy juices over the sponge and his hand, he couldn't help himself. He began to rub the rough sponge over her little clit in circles as he jammed three of his large Troll fingers into her sweet pussy and began to finger-fuck the little angel.
+As Iris felt her pussy being stretched around hairy, hard fingers that then began to forcefully pump in and out of her tight, little pussy, she began to moan and twitch her legs uncontrollably as she shoved her pussy eagerly toward the Troll's fingers.
+Grendel reached over and began to chew on her pink nipples and suck on her huge titties with his hot, wet Troll mouth.
+As Iris felt her pussy being finger-fucked, her titties being swallowed and suckled, her nipples being chewed and her clit being roughly rubbed by the abrasive sponge, she squealed in pure pleasure and exploded in a gush of pussy juice as her pussy muscles convulsed around the Troll's fingers and she began to cry from the pure over-stimulation of her over-sensitive body.
+As Iris woke up with the climaxing of her sweet pussy over the Troll's fingers, she blushed in shame to realize she had become the sleeping plaything of a Troll.
+Grendel pulled his pussy juice covered fingers out of Iris and placed them on her sweet lips.
+Iris looked up into his intimidating black eyes and melted as she saw the power of the Troll over her sweet body. She obediently opened up her mouth and began to suck her pussy juices off his fingers.
+Grendel looked down into her submissive blue eyes and smiled approvingly as he felt her pussy juices gush down her soft white thighs even more as she secretly thrilled to obey his unspoken commands.
+After she had licked his fingers clean of her sweet juices, Grendel ordered her to stand in the tub and place her hands behind her back.
+Iris sighed in pleasure at being forced to obey the Troll and immediately moved her arms behind her back as her huge tits thrust higher on her chest.
+Grendel quickly stripped off his clothes and got into the tub with Iris. He turned on the hot water and pushed them both under the powerful spray.
+Iris winced in pain as the powerful spray hit her sore and heated titties but she only looked up obediently at her Master for his next instructions to her.
+Grendel laughed as he began to soap her beautiful golden locks of hair clean and then finger-combed her soft locks until they lay like a curtain behind her soft back, tickling her arms and hands still held obediently behind her. He moved his mouth to her massive titties and sighed in pleasure as he realized the Witch Lilith's potion had finally done its job and his sweet little angel was ready to be milked.
+He roughly ordered her to spread her pussy further apart and then with one quick movement, Grendel plunged his massive Troll cock into her sweet glistening pussy.
+Iris screamed in pain at the massive intruder fucking her tight pussy and penetrating her more deeply with his cock than any cock had ever gone before in her pussy. As Grendel pounded harder and harder down her pussy, Iris was shocked to realize she had unconsciously wrapped her legs around his massive waist and was begging him to fuck her even harder as her pussy juices flowed out of her and coated his massive thighs with her sweet fluids. She moved her hands from around her back and wrapped them around his massive back as she pounded her huge, painfully swollen tits against his rock-hard chest and begged him to fuck her angel pussy and make her come like the angel slut she really was.
+Grendel laughed at how his cock fucking her angel pussy had brought out the true slut that had lay hidden deep inside her angel pussy. He moved his head down over her tits that had swollen to 42H tits and roughly began to suckle her titties as he pounded her pussy.
+Iris looked up at her Master with confusion and fear in her sweet blue eyes as she felt the burning sensation in her swollen tits increase as she felt pressure building underneath her deepening pink nipples.
+Grendel roared in triumph as his suckling of his toy's titties finally brought forth her warm, gushing angel milk from her little nipples. He sucked harder and harder, moving his mouth from one massive tit to the other, as he roughly milked his little angel.
+Iris moaned in shock and pleasure as she realized the Troll who was fucking her pussy so possessively had also somehow found a way to milk her titties. She began to pound her pussy harder and harder against his massive cock as she ground her swollen tits against his mouth, begging him to milk her hard and fuck her even harder.
+Grendel roared again as he felt her little pussy begin to convulse against his hard cock and, with a final thrust, he exploded into her tight pussy, filling it with his hot foaming sperm.
+As Iris felt herself being drenched with his hot waves of sperm, she screamed and came hard as her pussy muscles started to shake violently around his cock. Tears of pleasure poured from her sweet eyes. The shame she felt at being milked and fucked to a climax by a Troll only caused her pussy to gush harder and harder as she looked up at her Master with adoring eyes.
+As Grendel slowly pulled his cock out of the little angel, he looked down at her cum, tittie milk, and pussy juice covered body and sighed again. "You are one filthy angel. Your natural state seems to be as a sticky cum fuck toy."
+Iris looked up into his dark mesmerizing eyes and licked her sweet lips obediently. "I am your filthy, sticky, angel, cum fuck toy, Master." She rubbed her pussy up and down his cock to prove her words. A shock ran through Iris' mind as she desperately fought the will of her new Master and tried to take back the words he had made her say. Yet, as she looked up into his powerful eyes, she couldn't say anything or do anything but what he wanted her to say or do.
+The Troll looked down into her surprised and shocked little angel face and laughed. "You have been fucked hard and milked dry by a Mountain Troll, sweet angel pussy." He bit her sore nipples and roughly squeezed her little ass. "I own you now, little angel. Whatever future you might have thought you had is now gone." He bit her little lips and shoved his tongue possessively into her little mouth. "Your only destiny now is to be my fuck toy and give me as much tittie milk and sweet pussy juices I want, whenever I want."
+Tears welled up in the Angel of Hope's eyes as she tried to proclaim she was an Angel of the Light on a sacred quest to bring Light to the darkness of the Shadowlands. Yet, all she could do was rub her sticky pussy up and down her Master's cock and shove her tits in his face to unconsciously beg him to suckle her again and again as he fucked her pussy harder and deeper than before.
+Grendel squeezed her little pussy and said, "Naughty little angel slut pussy. You will have to wait until later to beg for your next fuck." He then turned her around and squeezed her little ass. "But this angel ass crack will serve my hard cock nicely." He shoved his massive cock between each soft ass cheek and slowly rubbed his cock up and down her crack. He slammed her tits hard against the shower wall and bent her over to insert his fingers into her pussy. Using her pussy as a lever, he raised her sweet ass higher into the air as he rubbed himself harder and harder between those sweet cheeks.
+Iris whimpered sweetly beneath him and began to grind her little ass up and down against the cock that was rubbing against her ass so possessively.
+With a final groan as he thrust his cock up and down her ass crack, he came with a shout of pure pleasure and deliberately sprayed his spunk possessively over her sweet ass cheeks.
+Iris reached down and ran her little hands over her cum covered ass. She sighed blissfully as she felt the warmth of his spunk on her little ass. Without thinking, she scooped his hot sperm off her ass and began to lick it off her fingers.
+Grendel nipped at her neck in approval of her loving attention to his hot spunk. He ground his cock harshly against her ass and moved his hands to the front of her chest so he could squeeze her massive tits and tug at her sore pink nipples. "You are a delicious little fuck toy," whispered Grendel in her little ear.
+Iris ground her ass hard against his cock and leaned her back hard against his chest to give his hands better access to her swollen tits. She moaned in submission as she looked up at the Troll.
+Grendel squeezed her pussy possessively and finger-fucked her pussy a few times in approval of her submission. Then with a sigh, he proceeded to roughly scrub his cum off her sweet body as he cleaned up his little toy to get her ready for his evening games.
+Grendel picked up Iris and placed her on the mat outside of the tub.
+Iris waited submissively in front of him with her soft, white thighs unconsciously spread wide and her glistening pink pussy tilted up towards him.
+Grendel stepped out and quickly dried himself off before turning his attention to her body. He briskly dried her off with a rough rag, enjoying her uncontrollable squeals of pleasure as he rubbed her firmly between her pussy lips. He ran the rag in slow circles over her little nipples and smiled to see them pucker in anticipation of being milked again.
+He picked up her little white stilettos and gave them to her to carry. He then threw her over his shoulder and carried her into his bedroom. He tossed her on the floor and ordered her to get on her hands and knees. He then grabbed some of the cinnamon oil he enjoyed using on his previous toys and began to rub the scented oil over her sweet ass cheeks, her legs, and back. Then he got down on his hands and knees and covered her body with his own. He slowly reached his hands around her back and began to spread the cinnamon oil over her huge tits and then moved his hands further down into her soft, pussy. He opened up her pussy lips and inserted his oil covered finger into her wet pussy.
+Iris moaned in pain as the heat of the cinnamon oil caused the tender flesh of her pussy to begin to burn. She began to wiggle and buck away from the pain of his oil covered finger into her pussy.
+As Grendel felt her resist the intrusion of his finger into her pussy, he growled. "How dare you try and thwart my will, little fuck toy." He pulled his finger out of her little pussy and the Angel of Hope sighed in relief as she foolishly hoped he was done with her pussy.
+Grendel frowned harder as he felt her relax against him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I had thought to forgive your trespasses against me in the tub."
+Iris' body stiffened in confusion. How had she offended him in the tub?
+Grendel slapped her ass. "I had ordered you to keep your hands behind your back while I fucked you in the tub." He slapped her ass again harder than before. "But, you disobeyed me, and wrapped those naughty hands around my back while I slammed you into the wall with my cock buried deep in your slut pussy." He smirked. "Time for you to understand that your body belongs to me." He squeezed her ass hard. "I am your Master."
+Grendel grabbed the unresisting Angel of Hope and positioned her face down-over his lap as he sat down on his fur-covered bed. He roughly pulled her further down so that her pussy cradled his hardening cock and her tits hung over his legs pressed against the fur of the bed while her legs hung over his lap on the other side, dangling over the side of his bed. He pulled her ass cheeks further apart and ordered Iris to hold her ass open for her punishment.
+Iris turned her head to look at him with remorseful eyes as she obediently held her ass cheeks open for his punishment.
+Grendel grabbed the long-handled wooden brush that he had been planning to use to brush out his little angel's golden locks but was now going to be used for a far more painful purpose. He smirked as he brought the flat side of the wooden brush down hard against her sweet pink ass. Iris squirmed and whimpered as he spanked her again and again and her ass got redder and redder until it was the colour of a strawberry.
+As Iris squirmed on his lap trying to avoid the painful, never-ending slaps of the wooden brush, she realized to her horror that her slut pussy was getting wetter and wetter as he kept spanking her. Her tits heaved as she panted and moaned shamefully. Her pussy started flooding down over his naked cock.
+As her massive tits slammed harder and harder into the rough fur covered bed, her nipples became erect and sweet angel milk began to leak slowly down her massive titties. Her face reddened almost as much as her well-paddled ass as Iris realized she was rubbing her titties against the fur and humping her Master's naked cock to bring herself off.
+Grendel chuckled as he noticed how aroused his little angel slut was getting from being so harshly paddled. He leaned over her sweet body and whispered in her ear. "So, my little angel likes a lot of pain with her pleasure, does she?"
+Iris tried to nod her head no but all she could do was push her ass further up against the brush and wiggle against it as she unconsciously begged him for her to start spanking her sweet ass again.
+Grendel laughed at his angel's hopeful eagerness to be paddled. "Not just yet," he said. He reached down and liberally coated his fingers with the burning cinnamon oil. Then with a quick thrust, he shoved his massive fingers into her little pussy.
+Iris screamed in pain as the cinnamon oil began to burn her tender pussy flesh.
+Grendel ignored her screams and roughly finger-fucked her pussy as she whimpered and begged for mercy. With a smirk, Grendel began to paddle her ass again with the brush as he shoved his fingers in and out of her pussy.
+Iris' screams soon became moans of pure pleasure as the oil mixed with her gushing pussy juices and the burning sensation became a delightful tingling that spread deep down into her pussy walls. She began to hump the fingers in her pussy as hard as she ground her ass against the wooden brush that was roughly spanking her sweet ass.
+The Troll laughed at her uncontrollable arousal. He pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and wiped his oil and pussy juice covered fingers on her sweet ass cheeks. Then with a contemptuous laugh, he flipped the wooden brush around. He inserted the thick, heavy handle into her pussy and began to roughly fuck her as he leisurely slapped her ass with his calloused hand.
+The feeling of the rough, wooden handle penetrating her pussy and scraping her pussy walls as he moved it faster and faster in and out of her was more than Iris could take. With a final hard slap of her ass, and twirl of the large handle inside her pussy, the Troll forced an orgasm out of Iris that was so powerful, she could only lie across his lap whimpering and quivering and crying as her body convulsed in electric shocks against her will. Pushing her off his lap and onto the floor, the Troll moved the handle of the brush he had used to fuck her pussy so hard close to Iris's mouth.
+With a sigh of confused pleasure, Iris immediately started to suck her own juices off the brush with having to be told to do so.
+The Troll reached down and rubbed her sweet face in approval of her submission to his will. He picked her up and placed her face-up on his lap again. He ordered Iris to hold her tits up closer to his mouth so that he could suckle them.
+Iris wiggled her sore little ass so that it lay on top of her Master's cock and pushed her titties up towards her Master's face.
+Grendel looked down at her massive tits and smiled. He opened his big, troll mouth wide and shoved most of her left tit into his mouth while he possessively squeezed the right tit and pinched her right nipple hard with one hand as he squeezed her pussy with his other hand.
+Then he began to suck hard on the warm, fleshy tit and puckered nipple in his mouth. He groaned in pleasure and his cock hardened as he drank deeply of his little angel's sweet milk. He moved his mouth over her right tit and began to suckle and drink deeply from her right nipple.
+Iris closed her eyes sleepily and mewed in contentment at being milked so thoroughly by her Master.
+Grendel smiled devilishly and moved his hand off her right tit but not to squeeze and fondle her swollen left tit. Instead, he spread the hot cinnamon oil over the fingers of his right hand. He reached down and pulled his little angel's hip slowly off his lap and into the air. He sucked harder on her right tit as he felt her wiggle her sweet pussy over his cock in pleasure.
+With a quick thrust, Grendel shoved his oil covered fingers into his little angel's sweet asshole.
+Iris opened her eyes wide and screamed, first from the pain of his fingers in her little ass, and then, she screamed even more loudly. The cinnamon oil had caused her innocent ass to burn even hotter than her pussy had burned. Her poor ass got no sweet relief from gushing angel juices that her pussy had been blessed with to help quench the fire in her pussy.
+Grendel groaned in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight ass as Iris whimpered from the pain in her ass and the pleasure of being milked so roughly in his hot wet mouth. Grendel shoved four fingers from his other hand into her hot pussy and began to finger-fuck her pussy and flick his thumb against her swollen clit, as he moved his head from her left tit to her right tit, suckling and milking her hard.
+Slowly her little whimpers of pain became pure pleasure as she began to grind her ass against Grendel's hard fingers and beg him to fuck her harder and harder so that her little slut pussy could come.
+He dominated her body and her little angel pussy just got wetter and wetter as she eagerly submitted to all the ways he was using her sweet tits, ass, and pussy.
+Finally, Grendel pulled his fingers out of her ass and pussy and placed both hands possessively over her face.
+Iris obediently turned her mouth from side to side and began to lick off Grendel's fingers on the hand that had been fucking her sweet ass and then she began to lick off Grendel's fingers that had been fucking her sticky pussy. Her eyes looked up at his black eyes in absolute adoration of his mastering of her little body.
+Grendel looked down at the little angel and smirked. He flipped her off his lap and shoved her face down against the bottom of his bed.
+Iris moaned in pleasure as her massive tits were rubbed over the rough fur of the bed coverings. Her fingers came down to play with her pussy as she rubbed her pussy up and down the fur to bring herself off.
+Grendel stepped in between her soft thighs reached down and roughly shoved her ass cheeks further apart and reached down to roughly shove her ass cheeks further apart. With a shout of triumph, he plunged his massive troll cock deep into her sweet angel ass.
+Iris screamed and tried to pull away from the massive cock that was gleefully pounding away into her tight asshole.
+Grendel placed his massive hands firmly on her tiny waist and began to pump his rock hard cock deep into her ass as his thrusts shoved her swollen tits roughly up and down the fur bed.
+Iris began to unthinkingly finger-fuck her own gushing pussy to the rhythm of Grendel's thrusts inside her little ass. She began to hump her fingers and grind her ass harder and harder against Grendel's cock as he fucked her like she was nothing more than a warm, tight hole to shove his cock inside.
+As her tits rubbed harder and harder against the fur and Grendel's cock dominated her little ass, Iris could not take it anymore. The pain from her Master's cock fucking her ass had become pure pleasure and Iris began to scream for him to fuck her ass harder and deeper.
+Grendel took his left hand off his angel's little waist and began to painfully squeeze her swollen, throbbing clit.
+With a scream of uncontrollable pleasure, Iris exploded and her pussy juices gushed out of her pussy and drenched the fur beneath her. She fell unconscious against the bed as Grendel fucked her sweet ass for a few more minutes until he exploded and filled her ass with his hot, foaming cum.
+Iris gave an unconscious sigh of pleasure as she felt the warm cum flood the tight hole of her ass and begin to pour out of her body.
+Grendel flipped her over and threw her body down on the floor. He sprayed her from head to toe with his thick, hot cum as she moaned and her little pussy twitched in pleasure. As Grendel looked down at the angel he had fucked unconscious with pleasure and then marked her body as his territory with his foaming cum, he sighed. Truly, the Witch Lilith would get the fucking of her little pussy and ass as a reward for leaving him such a sweet angel present to fuck and keep for his very own toy.
+He smiled as he looked down at his filthy little angel. Now, he would have to clean her up again before he took her off to bed.
+He bent down and picked up Iris' fucked unconscious body and carried her back to his stainless steel tub. Getting into the tub, he quickly turned on the hot water and let it spray down his naked little angel. He turned her around and shoved her titties hard against the shower wall. Picking up the abrasive sponge, he wet it with soap and began to roughly scrub his cum and her pussy juices off her body, paying particular attention to her rounded ass cheeks. Then with a wicked grin, he shoved the sponge into her little asshole and as she whimpered in discomfort, he scrubbed her little asshole. Then he put more soap on the sponge and turned her unconscious body around.
+As the hot water poured down her huge tits, he tilted up her sweet face and scrubbed it clean before moving down and roughly scrubbing her tits and sweet pink nipples. He then placed the rough sponge against her tender pussy and began to scrub that out thoroughly as she moaned and cried in her sleep.
+With a little laugh, he fucked her little pussy a few times with the rough sponge while he suckled her milk-swollen tits. With a sigh of regret, he rinsed her off and carried her back to his bedroom.
+He quickly dried her body off and rubbed cinnamon oil over her entire body paying particular attention to her pussy and ass. When she wiggled and moaned and tried to get away from his probing, cinnamon oil covered fingers that were causing her sweet ass and pussy to burn, he slapped her hard on her pussy a few times.
+With a little submissive whimper, Iris immediately relaxed her body against his and let him do whatever he wanted to do.
+Grendel then pulled out some of his favourite items he had used on his last little toy and turned to dress his submissive little angel slut. He pulled tight red silk stockings up her leg that ended half-way up her thigh but left her little pussy open for play. He pulled a transparent, little red skirt up over her rounded little ass. The skirt was so tiny that it barely covered the bottom of her ass or her pussy. Both were clearly visible anyway as the skirt was see-through. Over her massive tits, he pulled down a tiny little red top that barely covered any part of her swollen tits and ended right underneath her tits. It had holes cut through the material so he could pull his little toy's nipples through which he immediately did.
+He picked up Iris who was now awake and threw her into his bed. Getting into bed, he lay Iris' warm, unresisting body underneath his own rough, hairy, naked body. Spreading her legs, he inserted his massive cock into her sweet pussy and sighed as Iris' strong pussy muscles immediately started to suck his cock further into her pussy. He placed his heavy mouth onto her swollen tits and began to suckle milk from her sweet nipples as he slowly fell asleep.
+Iris hopefully raised her little ass sideways off the bed in her Master's direction and was rewarded for her hopeful submission as one of his hands slowly began to move underneath her sweet rounded ass cheek and began to play with her little asshole. Tears fell down the little Angel of Hope's eyes as she looked up at her true Lord and Master who was dominating her sweet body even as he lay sleeping on top of her.
+With a little prayer of thankfulness and a sincere hope that her domineering Master would roughly fuck her in even more perverse ways in the morning, Iris, the Sweet Angel of Hope thanked her Creator for sending her to the Shadowlands to be fucked first by Lilith, and then by Staff Sergeant Azael, and finally, Fucked and Claimed by Grendel the Troll, her rightful Lord and Master.
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