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This is a true story of my first time

I was a 14 year old boy i wasent athletic but not fat and i hade a good reputation with the ladies. My dick was 5 and a half inches and i was ”5”7inches tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. I was on facebook like always talking to makinzie.

(me)Hey babe what you doing.

(Makinzie)Not much I’m really bored.

(me)Well thats no good what if i was to comover and give you some excitement.

(Makinzie)Yea right its like 12:30.

(me)Is that a challenge.

(Makinzie)Shere what happens if you dont show.

(me)What ever you want.

(Makinzie)hmm…I will have to think on that well what if you do.

(me)Well what if you give me a blowjob and we see where it goes from there.

(Makinzie)Fine but only if you come.

(me)Ok fine see you in a while.

(Makinzie)Love you

(me)Love you two

So after that I couldent just not go so I got dressed and jumped out of my window making shere to take my ipod so i could text her when i got there. So i stated the 7 mile walk to her house it was down a road with no side walks but i made it to my destination in a shorter time than expected. when i got to her house I texted her.

(me)Hey babe come out frount.

(Makinzie)Really you actully came.

(me)Yea theres a BJ in risk.

(Makinzie)Ok be right there.

So she came out frount was astonished that I actuly made the log jurney and we snuck up to her room. Where she was on the computor with her frinds and she keept typeing till I took my arm and pulled her into a liying position and started to kiss her slipping my toung into her mouth and then started to put my hand down her panties. She made a slight moan as I rubed her slit and then i put my finger into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. She moaned ass i went faster and fast soon she took off her shirt to revile she wasent wearing a bra and i stopped kissing her and moved my assalt to her tits. First her right then her lift I founded that her left was her sweet spot so I started to suck her tits till I was so horny that I took my dick out she looked at it and the moved so her mouth was in possition and then she started to suck it slow at first then she went faster and faster till i couldent take it anymore and i came all in her mouth. She looked up at me a swallowed and then i went back to a full assalt on her tits and made out with her and finally as her beged for it i stock my dick in to her she moaned and that really turns me on so i went faster and faster till she was breathing like she hade run a mile. Soon after she cam which cuzed me to cum it felt so good that i actuly felt exsastied and as i rulled over she put her arm arounded me and we just lyed there for what felt like a short time. After that i got the idea to please her like she did me so i move myself for my face to positioned in her pussy and i started to lick it and then as it opend i moved my toung inside and liked it out till she came after which we lie in a daze till we hear and alarm its comeing from here moms room and she tells me to hide so i go into her closet and hear.

(her mom)Makinzie what are you doing up this early.

(Makinzie)Nothing i just hearded your alarm go off.

(her mom)Ok why are you naked?

(Makinzie)It got hot over night and i couldnt sleep with my clothes.

(her mom)Wow hunny you look more….grown up than i remember.

(Makinzie)Yea i gess so.

Then i saw her mom drop her rob and expose her naked body and then move forwored and push her into her bed and go on top of her and then start kissing her. Then she kisses her neck then her caller bone then he tit the down the belly till shes eating my girl friends pussy. I sit in the closet hidden and watching this happen and my pinis becomes rock hard and i start to rub it and then when she comes i do and i sperts in the air and gets all over the place but i dont care it was so hot and her mom says well was that good hunny well do that again soon but i have to get ready for work.

Buy the time her moms in the shower its 5:00 am and I have a short amount of time to get home so we sneak down the stairs and i go out the back door before i go i say.

This was the best night ever.

Well the thing with my mom and i really helped didnt it.

I dont know what your talking about i say.

Then i leave without a nother word it takes me a short time to get home it 6:10 when i get in and i can hear my parents in there room and i know that i made it just in time so i slip upstairs. I lie in bed thinking about the night and i whip out my cock and start masterbateing it dosent take long for the orasem and i feel good about my night and i turn and drift off i wake at 12:30 pm think it was all a dream when i get a text that says.

Last night was the best we need to do it again sometime and we did over the the next mounth we did it every chance we got and never got cought and she didnt get pregnet there were a fue scares but we where good. Then finaly the relation ship ended and wesaid are good byes forever.

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They say a girl may be killed to protect her values. Is it always so ?

AN HONOUR KILLING?

It was a summer day, somewhere in the hinterlands of the grain belt. atleast that’s what the school children read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced grain, lots of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale.

pooja knew this. she had heard how their grandmother came to their village, carried away by the local politician from the house of a clerk. they also knew they could never escape. their neice (you read that right) had tried and died for it. it became a favourite of the press, and politicians came regularly. what the press never saw was the genitals of the corpse, leaking fluids of all the males in the village. honour killlings, you see, were honourable here.

she knew all this, but she also knew that she could never live with a man like normal girls could. not even one who “cared” in less carnal ways
. it was just after her 18th birthday. she and nalini had been friends since their one year in school two years ago. as per custom, men and women bathed in the river, but separately. that day, as she bathed, her body under water, her hand brushed against what she knew to be a breast. she enjoyed squeezing and pulling her own, but had never tou hed that of another. why should she? they were all like her. now, as her hand caressed the erect nipple, ahe instinctively squeezed it. a moment later, she was staring at a shocked nalini, who had materialised out of the water.

not knowing what to do, she withdrew her hand, but nalini kept staring. nothing more was said of the encounter, and they bathed and left to the catcalls of boys on dowry bikes raising dust on the katcha road. later, as she sat down after doing her daily chores, she thought she should talk to nalini. her house was nearby, and her mother liked her. she walked to the place, dressed sensibly in a dupatta that covered her head. nalini, it turned out, was alone. her mother was again pregnant, and hef husband had taken her for an ultrasound. affording a third daughter was impossible for a poor farmer.

she entered the hovel, and found nalini putting her baby brother to sleep. she looked up and gave a strained smile. pooja simply sat down on the earth floor.

“so your work is done? ” she asked tentatively.

“almost. ” nalini replied distractedly, putting the baby down, and picking up a broom. she swept the floor on her haunches, pushing the dirt out.
as she worked, pooja could not help notice how beads of sweat formed at her forehead, and slowly flowed down her slim face, down her cheeks and fall softly on her chest. following the sweat, she saw how the breasts began gently and moved in a curve down to her tummy. she remebered the nipple. it had been hard, like a pencil top. she began to feel an odd sensation, like when she pushed fingers in and out of her vagina.

nalini had finished her work. she looked at pooja, and saw her staring at her. well not quite her, more like her breasts. she waa used to such attention from the village jacks, but her? and she hadn’t forgotten the bathing scene. what did it mean?

she decided to pretend to be normal. keeping the broom away, she came and sat near pooja. pooja still wasn’t speaking, so she pinched her arm.

pooja came out of her trance to find herself wet and hot. but nalini sat in front of her, her arm touching hers. even this excited her. plus the fact that so close, she had ample view of the girl’s mammaries.

suddenly, she felt nalini tug her violently and pull her away. getting to her feet somehow, she she moved with nalini to the far end of the hut.

” a snake! ” cried nalini, thankful that she had seen it on time. pooja was her dearest friend after all. however, pooja appeared to be…..hugging her?

pooja found herself draped around nalini s stronger frame, her breasts pressed by her friend’s. for some reason, the intimacy made her forget avout the present danger. she pulled nalini closer, feeling her softness mingle with her own. she mashed her breasts against nalini’s back, secretly hoping her hard nipples would arouse the girl. she pulled even closer, wrapping her arms over the other’s breasts, pressing her closer.

by now, nalini s body was telling her what pooja wanted. she had suspected it at the river, but had dismissed the idea. how could a girl love another? but she too had ideas, of a different kind. and she now wondered if they could finally be put into practice.
pooja had taken nalini s lack of response as consent. unablr to resist herself, she gradually cupped a breast, squeezing it slowly. it felt soft and warm. although it should feel just like her own, she found a different sensation in them. something that made her horny as hell.

suddenly, nalini turned around, breaking pooja s grip. her arms reached out and grabbed pooja s mammaries like handles. she then squashed the meat in her hands roughly. pleasure was replaced by pain as she felt them abused. but the same act turned her on. so nalini felt the same way too. yet, her next act surprised pooja.

nalini s hands went from her breasts to her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees. as she looked up at her, nalini pulled her kameez down, revealing a hairy snatch between strong legs. grabbing a handful of pooja s hair, she yanked her face to level with her snatch and pushed it in.

the smell of piss and pussy juice almost suffocated her, but almost in a trance, pooja extended her toungue to taste the nectar. she liked it and started to lap up more. suddenly, she felt her head being pushed deeper into the crotch, and to avoid being suffocated, she increased her ministrations on her friend’s vagina.

nalini was glad. what she had just done had scared her as much as pooja. what if she fought, although nalini always knew she was the dom and pooja the sub. now nalini could do this and more with her friend turned lover. soon she would be her slave.

looking at the knneling figure between her legs and her increasing arousal, nalini felt she could do anything. she took her father’s belt hanging nearby, and landed it hard on pooja s back. nalini felt a jerk and a struggle, but kept the grip on her hair.

more lashes followed with more jerks. but the slut kept licking as blows kept landing, making nalini feel that pooja was actually enjoying her abuse.

pooja, unable too look up, wondered why the whipping was happening. she was doing the best she could. but some part of her refused to fight, getting aroused instead. presently, the lashes stopped, but she was pulled so much that she could hardly breathe, but sge kept lapping, almost like a duty. suddenly, nalini jerked, and splattered juice on her face and hair.

nalini was in ecstasy. she felt the contours of pooja s face on her labia, which pushed her over the edge. exhausted, she pulled up her friend, her face wet and a mixture of fear and lust on her face. nalini smiled. slowly, she whispered, ” I own you”

the words startled pooja, who had only heard that men could own women, in the family. but she nodded, lusting for more of her juice, whatever the price.

nalini now pulked back. taking the belt, she landed it straight across poojas breasts, enjoying the bounce of the tits and the yelp of shock.another, then another, until tears flowed down her cheeks. to nalini, they looked wonderful. she now grabbed the burning mammaries and slowly licked her tears, ending with a long kiss. with a final squeeze, she sent her off. she had just found a wife, and a slave.

their lives changed after that. pooja spent a lot more time at nalini’s, and nalini a lot of her time ‘alone’ . the village hardly noticed, given that men and women were best left to their own sex.

they also began to always bathe together, although not much could be achieved without attracting the older women’s attention. one day, however, they were alone. it was getting colder, and nalini could tell pooja’s sensitive skin (made more so by regular whipping), was feeling the chill. reaching out, she grabbed a sensitive nipple and yanked, enjoying pooja s look of surprise. she began abusing both breasts, pulling them underneath the water, as pooja tried her best to maintain composure. suddenly, pooja felt a strong kick on her legs.

her knees buckled, and she disappeared under water. nalini followed, searching for her target’s body. finding her, she landed a series of punches on pooja’s tummy, before pulling her up.

pooja came up, struggling for breath. she had thought she would drown. she was surprised to find a smug look on her friend. suddenly, she felt a hand at her genitals, poking her. she was about to protest, but nalini stopped her with a look.

the hand began to probe for her clit and found it. pooja felt an electric shock pass through hwr body, and went underwater again. this time, nalini grabbed her head and rubbed her face all over her tits, enjoying the feel of her nose and lips on her tender buds.

‘want to go under again? ‘ asked nalini. pooja just shook her head in fear. ‘then you will do whatever i ask of you. from now you’ll callme master and you’ll be slave’.

pooja could hardly believe what she just heard. she a slave? this was not expected. but she dared not protest, as the hands returned to torment her nipples. she nodded, her head hung low.

nalini felt satisfied. she could now put her plans to action. after they had dressed, nalini took pooja to where the cows were kept. she spied a cow relieving herself. she dragged pooja to the cow s back, and made ger kneel, so that its shithole and her face were level. grabbing her hair, she pushed her head into the dirty hole below the tail and held it there as her slave vigorously protested.

pooja was overwhelmed by the stink and the soft muck that hit her face. it filled her nose, giving her a smell of dung. the cow, meanwhile, sensing something at its hole, turned and landed a kick on her tummy. pooja felt like she was gonna die. worse, she opened her mouth to scream, taking in dung. it tasted horrible, and she began choking. ahe felt her mistress push her choking head down into the dung with her foot.

nalini almost came over herself. her friend lay on the hay, her face under nalini s foot, her face buried in animal dung. nalini noticed how pooja s position raised her ass in the air. taking a cowherds’ stick, she landed it on her ass, making pooja fall flat on the ground. nalini now ripped pooja s thin salwar kammez off her, exposing her slave’s body.

using the stick for balance, she climbed up on her body, pushing her nails into pooja s ass flesh. nalini then jumped on the fleshy globes, enjoying how the cheeks bounced. she then pushed her heel into her slave’s asshole, feeling for her hole. she took the stick, and placing a leg on either cheek, she began poking the asshole with the thick stick.

pooja felt like her ass had a truck pushing in. the huge weight on her back she knew to be nalini, but she had no idea what the pointed weapon was. she felt a change in weight, and knew nalini was now sitting on her back. the pointed weapon began pushing in further. she felt like her ass was being ripped apart. but it kept moving in. pooja could only cry silently into the dung bed.

nalini kept pushing the stick. when it seemed to go no more, she pulled it out. it was smelling of fart and caked with blood and shit. nalini grabbed pooja s head, and pulled it up. she slowly pushed the stick into her mouth, implying that she was to clean it.

pooja felt like vomiting. she ran the tongue around the shaft, which felt woody. it tasted salty, and she dimly realized that her ass sphincter was lost forever.

nalini loved the look of her slave with a pole up her mouth and a bloody asshole. dipping her hand into the bloody hole, she scooped out some blood, and wrote her name on the slut’s back.

nalini now took the stick and pushed it into pooja’s vagina. some blood came out here too. pooja had just lost her virginity to a pole of wood. POOJAS eyes teared at the thought. even nalinis hand would have been fine, but an everyday stick? humiliation flooded her, as she felt an orgasm building. as she came, she felt her head lifted by nalini. through the thick mass of dung, she saw her draw her arm back….. and bam! she knew no more.

nalini had landed a punch straight on her nose, and felt blood on her hand. she poured some water on her face to clean it, then punched her lips, cheeks and ears. her lips split, bringing forth a sliver of blood.

nalini left the girl there. going home, she changed and took some nails and a hammer. she returned to find two shadows in the barn. fearing that she may have been discovered, nalini approached carefully. through the fading daylight, she saw pooja being fucked up her bunghole by a boy of her age.

she recognized him. he was one of the cowherds to whom her parents were planning to marry her. she felt pissed. moving quietly behind them, she brought down the hammer on him with full force. a thud later, he collapsed forward on pooja.

nalini had planned to keep pooja until she was married. but now the guy knew, and she could hardly do anything if he said this. there was no point keeping pooja or the guy, given his loose morals. she decided to get rid of them both.

taking pooja, she took a nail, and aimed it at the centre of her thigh. two strikes of the hammer, and it was embedded in the flesh. pooja, still in shock, let out a yelp, which came out muffled as the guys underwear filled her mouth. the next nail entered her foot palm, just like a horsheshoe, thought nalini. then on the other leg. moving up, she pushed small pins into the nipples, as nails would not hold. to nalini, pooja now looked morr beautiful than ever before, with blood running down her body and her tits looking like pincushions. now for the coup d grace. taking a long rusted nail, she aimed it at her heart. pooja, who was in too much pain to process any info, just kept staring at her dazed. nalini smiled. she kissed pooja s soft bloody lips one last time.

the hammer blows were precise,,and blood erupted from her chest. pooja s body went into convulsions, and nalini simply sat on her, riding the death waves of her friend, slave and victim. once her eyes were glazed, nalini pulled the body to an corner.

she now turned to the boy. taking off her bloody clothes, she climbed his stiff cock, riding it . for an amateur, she did a good job, feeling her pussy stretch and her cherry break. she wrapped her legs around the guy, riding him as she neared orgasm. images of pooja and what nalini had done flooded her mind as she came on his cock.

as she came, she realized that he had not moved since the blow. nalini checked his pulse, there was none. his body was cold. she had unknowingly done what she planned to do. putting the corpses into a missionary position, she dressed and left.

she headed home, changed into her festive best and headed to the headman house. when he opened, she told him how she had found pooja with a boy naked in a barn. overcome with shock, she had attacked them to stop them from sinning. she had come to confess…..

the whole village turned up at the barn, and shocked remarks were made, although nalini knew better. nalini was given a light punishment, considering her righteousness. the family of pooja was banished, her mother being used as communal property for a week. and the media? well, a 2 inch article camr out about an honour killing in the hinterlands, where grain and raped women are common……

[the end]

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Things heat up as the rakshasa and her heart plot to seize the throne!

The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter Three: The Rakshasa’s Whip
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

Queen Adroyna was dead. My grandmother. The longest-lived queen in Naith’s history. She had fended off assassination plots from aunts, from cousins, from sisters, and from her own daughters. She had drenched the Ziggurat in the blood of rakshasas to gain and maintain her clawed grasp on the queendom.

And now she was dead. Of natural causes.

Just thinking about it sent a horny wave of desire through me. A need to feel cum pumping into my womb, to bear that strong daughter of Bakiir. What a human he was. A warrior. A fighter. A killer. What a daughter he would give me. What a queen she would make.

What a threat to my very life. She would make me keep my claws sharp. My pussy grew even hotter.

I seized Bakiir’s shaved head, pulling his ebony face between my brown thighs. I groaned as he nuzzled and licked, as his tongues slid through my hot folds. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling and swaying, my nipples throbbing as I stared at Lucy.

What wondrous news she brought me. Everything would change. The entire balance in the palace would be thrown into chaos. And that meant opportunity. Plotting, intriguing, advancing. Carving out more power.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my pussy already on fire from his first round of pussy licking. I cracked the flogger on his back, loving the stinging crack, his stoic grunt muffled by my cunt. “We have such plans to make.”

“Yes, my heart,” Lucy moaned, her hands rubbing her naked body, her fingers sliding down to her shaved pussy. She found her gold clit piercing, her mark as a royal slave, and tugged on it, twisting her little nub. She shuddered. “So many plans.”

CRACK!

The thudding smack, the grunt, the pleasure of Bakiir’s tongue sliding through my pussy lips shook me. My orgasm swelled so fast in my core. My juices smeared across his dark cheeks. His hands gripped my ass, so strong and rough, manly hands. Warrior hands. Yes, he would breed such a daughter in me.

My hips undulated faster and faster. I ground my clit against his lips, sparks shooting through me. My tongue licked my muzzle, brushing my whiskers, feeling my sharp fangs. I growled and yowled, the pleasure rippling through me as I came closer and closer to my explosion.

His lips found my clit. He sucked.

I came.

My pussy spasmed. Rapture burned through me. I gasped and convulsed. I shuddered on him, my entire body heaving as the pleasure of his licking surged through me. My eyes fluttered. His tongue was so amazing. So deliciously wicked. He stirred me to a froth. He made me ache and groan.

I gripped the flogger hard, cracking it down on his back as the rapture growled through me.

“Yes!” I snarled. “The queen’s aged tits, yes!”

Juices flooded out of me and into his hungry mouth. Lucy moaned nearby, tugging on that gold piercing. Her brown eyes fluttered as she let out such wanton moans. Her pale body glistened, adorned in sweet oils, her nipples so pink.

My pleasure boiled through my mind. But I needed more. I cracked my flogger one final time, eliciting one final grunt from my slave. He squeezed my ass hard, pulling me tight against his lips as he devoured my cunt.

Then I pulled away from him, my body still trembling. I crawled on to the bed, glancing at my heart. Lucy smiled as I knelt on my bed, wiggling my hips. She jumped and landed beside me, her petite body moving with her lithe, youthful grace. She stretched out before me, spreading her thighs, the sweet musk of her pussy filling my nose, mixing with the rose of her oils.

“Fuck me, Bakiir,” I snarled. “Ram that cock into your mistress’s cunt! Breed such a daughter in me!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, so full of all that strength I had tamed and mastered.

I buried my muzzle between Lucy’s legs. I loved how she squirmed and giggled, my whiskers tickling her inner thighs. Then my muzzle reached her pussy. My ears twitched as I lapped my wide, rough tongue across her cunt. Her squirms turned into trembles, her giggles transmuting into moans of pure delight.

“My heart,” moaned Lucy as my tongue battered her clit piecing. Her hands slid up her oiled body to her glistening tits, squeezing those small mounds. “Oh, you spoil me.”

“Mmm, I love to spoil my heart,” I purred as Bakiir’s strong hands seized my hips. “Especially when being fucked.”

“Yes, you eat my pussy out with such ardor,” Lucy groaned. “Oh, my heart, yes!”

I feasted on her pussy as Bakiir’s thick cock nudged at the folds of my hot cunt. He stirred his ebony shaft up and down my slit. And then he rammed into me with a might grunt, a warcry as he did battle with my pussy. He stabbed so deep, his spear impaling into my pussy. I groaned, savoring his prowess. He stretched my flesh apart, the friction burning hot, tingling through my body and making me purr louder.

The joy rumbled out of my throat as I licked and lapped at my lover’s pussy. My sweet slave. My heart. I devoured her pussy. My tongue lathered up and slit, caressing her pussy folds, diving into her depths for a moment. I gathered her cream, savoring it, while Bakiir thrust over and over.

“Fuck my heart,” moaned Lucy, her hips twitching. Her hands squeezed her breasts harder, jiggling her small mounds as much as she could. “Just pound her! Breed her!”

“I will,” growled Bakiir, pounding me so hard, savoring his reward. “Seljan’s beard, what a cunt!”
“A rakshasa’s cunt!” I growled. “Better than any human’s!”

“Yes, Mistress.” He thrust harder, his balls smacking into my clit. I shuddered, my triangular tiger-ears twitching.

I drove my tongue deep into Lucy’s pussy, swirling around as my slave pounded me. My round breasts swung beneath me, my hips bucking. I clenched around his dark girth. The friction burned so hot through me, driving me closer and closer to exploding on his dick.

He impaled so deep into me. His spear so thick and long. I growled and snarled as I feasted on my heart’s sweet pussy. I made her tremble and gasp. Her fingers seized her pink nipples, stretching them, pulling on them, making such wonderful moans of delight as she groaned and gasped.

“Gods,” grunted Bakiir, burying his cock harder and harder into my burning depths. “By the gods, Mistress!”

“Cum in her!” howled Lucy, bucking so hard, trembling on the bed, my tongue lapping at her pussy, driving her wild.

I loved the sweet taste of her cunt while having my pussy so thoroughly fucked. Bakiir’s huge cock buried over and over into me. Every thrust sent a wave of euphoria through me. My purring grew louder and louder, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I drank in the friction, so eager for another rapturous explosion.

His hands tightened on my hips. His heavy balls thudded so hard into my clit. He growled. He grunted. My mighty slave rammed his huge cock into the depths of my fertile pussy. And exploded in me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

His fecund seed fell upon my fertile soil.

I came.

I snarled into Lucy’s pussy. I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, swirling it around, the rough texture assaulting her inner walls. She gasped and shuddered as my own snatch went wild about Bakiir’s dick. I massaged his cock, milking out the cum while the tsunami of rapture swept through my body and reached my mind.

“My heart!” squealed Lucy, cumming on my tongue.

Her pussy spasmed about my tongue, her juices flooding my hungry mouth, as ecstasy consumed me. My cunt milked Bakiir’s dick, eager for every drop of his jizz. He grunted behind me, shuddering as he emptied his balls into my depths.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” howled my lover. “Oh, thank you!” She bucked, spasming, feeling the same euphoria as me.

I shuddered, drinking it in, savoring Bakiir’s cock in me. He began to soften now. Spent. I shivered, lifting my muzzle, fur soaked with Lucy’s sweet juices, my every breath full of her scent. I looked over my shoulder at my brawny warrior.

“Retire to your cell,” I snarled.

“Mistress,” he panted, his ebony body glistening with sweat.

I shuddered as he withdrew his cock from my depths, clamping my pussy tight to hold his cum in. He stepped off the bed and sauntered with that dangerous grace of a warrior to the kennel. I shivered, rolling over onto my back, Lucy already scampering around on the bed, so full of energy.

“So Rushina will be queen now,” Lucy said, settling between my thighs. She leaned down, her soft, brown hair brushing my thighs as she nuzzled into my cum-filled pussy.

“Yes,” I purred as she took a long, slow lick through my folds, gathering Bakiir’s cum leaking out. “Unless she bungles it.”

“Well, she did produce Kushini,” she giggled. “So, clearly she can bungle things.”

I let out a pleased laugh as she licked her tongue through my folds again. I shuddered, feeling her tongue gather Bakiir’s cum out of my depths, hearing her moans of delight as she savored it. I ran my right hand through her hair, stroking her, savoring her, loving her.

“What will you do?” Lucy asked.

“Well, it’s time for our new ‘friendship’ with Kushini to pay dividends,” I purred. “She’s heir now, and she’ll have more power. Power she’ll be willing to give to such a useful cousin as me.”

Lucy licked again. “It’s a shame you can’t be queen.”

I shivered, sucking in a breath. Her tongue twirled around my clit. “Yes, yes, a shame. But gaining Kushini’s favor is a start.”

“Why do that?” Lucy looked up at me, her eyes hard. “Take the queendom now. Rushina isn’t secure in her rule.”

“I’m further down the succession line.”

“Not if you’re bold.” She grinned at me. “Risks have to be taken to seize great rewards. You cannot be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act.”

“That sounds… familiar.” I licked my chops.

“You said it.” She probed her tongue into my pussy, swirling it around.

I shuddered, my mind working at her words. Bold. It had happened. Lesser daughters, granddaughters, and distant cousins farther down the line of succession had pulled it off. It had to be bold. A bloody coup. Something of overwhelming force and yet showing absolute cunning. It wasn’t enough for me to kill Rushina and declare myself queen. I’d have to do more.

I’d have to get someone else to kill Rushina for me. And then act.

My purr rose in my throat, Lucy’s tongue feasting through my pussy as the idea birthed through my head. I gripped her brown hair, grinding my pussy on her delicious tongue. Pleasure rippled through me, feeding my plan.

“Oh, yes, my heart, you are so right,” I purred. “Mmm, you’re going to be a queen’s slave! A queen’s lover!”

“Yes!” Lucy moaned. She jammed her tongue deep into my pussy, swirling around, gathering Bakiir’s cum.

I gasped, my toes curling. I seized my round breast with my left hand, squeezing it as the pleasure surged through me. I yowled and growled, humping on her face, grinding my clit against her cute nose. The pleasure surged through me.

I came as my plan crystallized in my mind.

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Metal rang on metal.

I sat beneath the shade, watching the training sands. My slaves were practicing under Bakiir’s gaze. But I was nearer Kushini. She sparred with one of her own slaves, a brawny Thlinian with dark-red skin. Their swords crashed together, the pair dancing back and forth. Both were nude, my cousin’s breasts jiggling as she fought, her slave’s cock hard, rampant before him.

She must train her slaves for that.

Lucy fanned me while I lapped at my chilled wine. There was no breeze today. It was positively stifling in the Ziggurat. It was like even the weather opposed Rushina’s claim to the throne, turning all of Ankush into an oven.

And yet Kushini fought anyways, her body glistening with sweat. She did not deserve to be the heir.

“Congratulations, cousin,” I said as she and her slave took a pause in their sparring.

Kushini’s ears twitched. Her feline eyes flicked to me. “Congratulations?”

“On your ascendancy.” I licked my chops. “Why, you’ll be queen. One day.”

“I will be queen,” she hissed, her words both bold and mocking. “Why else are you here, cousin?”

“Why, to watch my slaves train.”

Kushini’s eyes flicked over to them, lingering on Bakiir. A shiver ran through her body. Then, with a snarl, she attacked her slave. He raised his sword, not caught off guard, fencing with her hard. He was good, skilled.

And so was she.

“Of course, cousin,” she spat.

“Your mother is young. And she is Adroyna’s daughter. I imagine she can rule as long as our grandmother did. Maybe longer if her heart doesn’t fail her while fucking her slave.”

Kushini hissed, her next swing hard. The swords clanged as they came together.

“Why, you might be old and shriveled yourself when you’re queen.” I took a lap of my wine. “Good thing you have your… amusements.”

Kushini’s next swing went low, slipping past her slave’s guard and bit into his leg. He grunted, crimson blood spilling down his thighs. She yanked her sword free and he stumbled. She shuddered, her nipples hardening as she watched him fall onto his back.

Then she was on him, grasping his hard cock and impaling her cunt on his dick. She hissed, her fingernails raking bloody furrows down his chest as she rode his shaft. The slave groaned and gasped, staying impressively hard despite his bleeding leg wound.

I loved the anger, the lust, burning through my cousin. I lapped at my wine, turning my gaze to Bakiir. He was molding my slaves into such a fighting force. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit aching beneath my sari. I was so juicy.

But it was so damned hot.

Kushini’s moans and snarls and hisses and growls echoed as she fucked her slave hard, cumming in a few minutes upon him. Then she stood up, juices glistening down her thighs and snarled orders at her slaves. The wounded man was dragged off and a brawny Secaran slave came out to fight her.

Such rage. Such anger.

So useful when properly channeled.

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The preparations for Rushina’s coronations had turned the Ziggurat into a zoo. I couldn’t stand it. Two days after watching Kushini fuck her slave on the arena sands, I wandered the slave markets, Lucy heeling me. Men leered at her beauty, staring at her naked, oiled flesh. But she was marked by the gold ring piercing her clit and walked behind a royal rakshasa. My gold nipple ring let them know I was no ordinary member of my species.

So they only looked, lusted, aching to seize my Lucy and satiate their rutting desires on her perfect flesh.

If I didn’t love Lucy, I’d be tempted to remove her gold clit ring and see how long it took before she was gangbanged. Perhaps I’d bring one of my female kennel slaves along next time just to discover.

I glanced at the pens, the slaves divided into categories. Some specialized in men for manual labor, others touted slaves with actual skills in crafts. I ignored those. The warrior slaves were swarmed by the gladiator owners who always needed new meet for the Coliseum and the games. I strolled past those, too, heading towards the pleasure slaves. Angelic boys, castrated to preserve their high-pitched voices and taught to eat pussy between singing their beautiful songs, lush girls trained to please both men and women with every part of their bodies, virginal waifs frightened and scared, knowing they were being sold to men delighting in violating their innocence.

So much flesh to buy.

“What is your game, cousin?” Kushini asked, strolling up to me in her obscene garb of leather pants and tight vest, sword strapped to her waist. She would wear a silk sari as befit her rank.

“Game?” I asked. “Why buying another pleasure whore for my kennels. Bakiir deserves his own woman, I think.”

“What of her, Mistress?” asked Lucy. “She has red hair. Tuathan blood. That’s rare.”

I glanced to the frightened girl huddled in the back, trying to hide her naked, freckled tits, her green eyes so wide. They were vibrant eyes. I licked my chops, pausing before her. Kushini fell in beside me, her hand rubbing on her sword.

“You want me to kill my own mother,” Kushini said. “And become queen. Why? You’re sixth in line.”

“I’ll be fifth then, won’t I?” I asked, moving closer to the cage, studying the girl. She had such long legs.

“Bakiir would enjoy her, Mistress,” Lucy said, knowing better than to call me “my heart” in public.

“Yes, he would.”

Kushini ears twitched. “And how long before you try to kill me?”

“Well, cousin dear, I’d have to murder your younger sister, two of my older sisters, and a cousin before I would even be a threat to you.” I glanced at her. “Does that frightened you?”

She purred, shaking her head. “My mother has a strong guard. Stronger than mine.”

“Pity,” I said. “Lucy, find the slave master, I want to see if the slave has an intact hymen.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lucy said, bowing and then moving off around the cage, pushing past the leering men without fear.

My heart was a brave one.

“You trust her?” Kushini asked, her voice lower. “She’s your lover.”

My body tensed. “I do trust her.”

“I have seen her wandering the palace. She has many other lovers.”

“Indeed.” I glanced at Kushini. “She is a beauty.”

“Perhaps she needs a new lover. I have a Secaran slave named Nathan. Perhaps your Lucy is feeling homesick.”

“Perhaps,” I said.

Kushini flicked her eyes to the redhead. “Enjoy your new slave, cousin.”

I only purred my delight as Kushini marched off to the martial slaves. Lucy returned a moment later, the obsequious slave master, a ebony-skinned Halanian with a white beard and gold, hoop earring dangling from broad lobes. He gave me a bow.

I hardly glanced at the slave girl’s pussy, buying her more out of celebrating the progress of my plan than the need to reward Bakiir. She walked behind us, her chain held in Lucy’s hand, on the way back to the Ziggurat. Her sobs added such a pleasant symphony to our walk.

“Do you ever feel homesick, Lucy?” I asked my lover.

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I licked my lips, staring at the two men bound before me. It had been so much fun to contort Henyak and Bakiir’s bodies into balls, their wrists bound to their thighs, their ankles secured apart by a spreader bar. Their muscular asses were thrust up in the air, their cocks and balls dangling between their thick legs, exposed and vulnerable.

It made my pussy so wet as they submitted to this. They let me do this to them. They were so submissive to me. My loyal slaves. I ran my hand across both their asses, savoring their strength. It was so intoxicating. And it was such a wonderful way to pass the time while Lucy had her assignation with Nathan for the first time.

I hated when she went out to her lovers, but it was necessary.

“Did you enjoy taking that little Tuathan trollop’s cherry, Bakiir?” I asked, my fingers biting into his ass.

“She squealed nicely on my cock, Mistress,” he groaned. “And her pussy was tight.”

“Good, I paid much for her.” I kept stroking him. “She’s yours for as long as you want her. If you get bored, I can always find you another girl.”

“How can I get bored with you, Mistress?”

That brought a pleased purr from my throat. Then I turned to Henyak. “And you? Are you bored with your kennel slave.”

“Never,” he groaned. “She is such an ease at the end of a long day of training.”

“Or being whipped by your mistress?” I asked, my tone playful. I was in such a good mood despite Lucy’s necessary unfaithfulness. Kushini had lunged at the mouse I dangled before her.

“That, too. Her lips are so sweet.”

I leaned over, my breasts rubbing into his back. “Do you love her, Henyak?”

“I love you, Mistress,” he answered too quickly. He did love her. He didn’t want to lose her. And that knowledge bound him even tighter to me.

“Good.”

I gave both their asses a final squeeze and stood, strolling to the wall from which all my whips and floggers hung. I licked my chops, feeling my sharp teeth just graze my tongue. I grabbed a bull-hide whip, long and wonderful.

I turned around. The whip forced me to stand far away, but it took real skill to master. Anyone could flog a slave with a scourge. But to make the whip crack against their bodies, that took practice. That took dedication.

CRACK!

They both tensed as the whip cracked over their heads. They had no idea what toy I had chosen before. But they did now. I shuddered, cracking it again over them, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs. Now they wondered who would take the first lick.

Who would feel the first kiss of pain.

Bakiir’s ebony ass was so enticing, but Henyak’s brown was so muscular. And I hadn’t whipped him in a week or more. It was so hard to choose. I was spoiled by the slaves in my kennel, the amount of brawny men I had to play with.

CRACK!

Henyak grunted as the whip kissed his ass with pain. A bright, red welt formed, making me shudder. My whiskers twitched and my ears spasmed. I heard his teeth grinding together as he fought against the pain, the ropes binding his body creaking.

CRACK!

Another welt landed on his ass, but on the other cheek. It was a crescent shape, hooking hard to the right. I groaned, my left hand creeping down my stomach as I drew back the whip and snapped it forward.

CRACK!

Bakiir grunted. Even on his ebony skin, I could see the rising welt. Not as clear, not as bright. The paler the skin, the better the welts. But I knew it was there, stinging his ass. His cock and thick balls swayed between this thighs.

CRACK!

I struck Henyak again, making him grunt, his muscles bugling. My creeping hand reached my hairless pudenda before moving down to my pussy lips. I shuddered, finding my clit. I stroked my nub, rubbing it slow circles, drinking in the joy.

Over and over my whip cracked, landing on their asses, raising new welts that they would feel for a week. My kisses would linger. And they would know every time they sat down just who owned them. Me!

I purred louder. My body twitched. Pleasure ran through my body.

“Mistress,” the men groaned, the pain thick in their voices. They were warriors, but even they had limits.

CRACK!

“Mistress,” Henyak grunted, his back trying to arch, his fingers twitching against his calves. He wanted to grip them, but his palms were turned outward, denying him even that little bit of control over his situation.

CRACK!

Bakiir’s thick cock swayed as he bucked. I shuddered, my fingers dancing along my clit. My pussy clenched, aching to have his cock in me. I wanted to be bred. I wanted that dick in me again, spurting cum, making me shudder.

CRACK!

Bakiir bucked harder as my whip landed on his taint right above his balls. He grunted, shuddering, real pain shooting through him now. My juices flowed faster. I gripped the whip so hard as I drew it back and flicked it at Henyak.

“Mistress!” he howled as it cracked right on his balls, making them dance.

“Yes,” I growled, my pussy clenching.

My whip fell faster and faster as my fingers massaged my clit. The pleasure rippled through me as their asses turned into welts. I shuddered, drinking in the pain in their voices, they way their muscles bulged and flexed, struggling against the ropes.

“Yes, my strong warriors, take the pain!” I howled, my body on the verge of erupting, my pussy clenching so hard. My fingers blurred on my clit, euphoria swelling through me.

CRACK!

My cock struck Bakiir’s balls. He grunted, his back arching, struggling to rise, but his bonds wouldn’t let him. His ebony muscles strained. I groaned, savoring his pain. My clit ached beneath my fingers. My pussy clenched.

Tightened.

Spasmed.

I came.

Juices flooded down my thighs. I snarled out my rapture as the pleasure flooded through me. The whip fell from my fingers as I convulsed and came so hard. The rapture whipped through me. I loved it. I drank it in.

So good. So wonderful.

My ears twitched as I stared at their asses. Welted. They took the pain for me. They both groaned, mastering their agony, driving it down with such stoic pride. I loved it. My body bucked and heaved, my pleasure peaking through me.

And then I stumbled forward, needing more rapture.

“Oh, my wonderful boys,” I groaned, falling to my knees behind them. I leaned down, licking at Henyak’s balls, soothing them with my tongue. “So strong. For me.”

“For you, Mistress,” groaned Henyak as my tongue climbed up to his burning ass.

I ran over his welts, feeling them as I lapped at his rump. Then I moved to Bakiir, savoring his salty skin as I licked at the welts I inflicted. I savored each one, my hands stroking his bound thighs. I purred, my pussy aching to be filled.

Then I moved down between his legs. My teeth bit into the rope. I savaged the bonds, tearing his right hand free. He grunted, going to work to free himself as I moved over and attacked Henyak’s ropes. I shivered, my pussy on fire.

I stood, purring, “Follow, my lovely boys.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they both groaned, their voices thick with a new emotion: lust.

I shuddered, walking into my bedchamber as they ripped at their bonds. I stretched out on my bed on my side, the silk cool beneath my flesh. The evening breeze wafted in, bringing some relief to the heat that had assaulted the Ziggurat all week.

Bakiir entered first, his cock thrusting hard before him. I smiled, patting the bed in front of me. Henyak was right on his heels, his smaller cock, though still big for a human, gripped in his hand. He knew what I needed, grabbing small jar that held the scented lube. He slathered his cock, readying himself to plunge into my bowels.

“Yes, I need all my strong, sexy boys,” I groaned as Bakiir stretched out on the bed. He pulled me to him. I shuddered, my breasts rubbing against his chest, his hand stroking up my thigh to my hip then kept ascending up my side. He reached his goal and cupped my breast. “Oh, yes, this is what I need.”

Henyak pressed in from the other side. I shuddered, pinned between their two brawny forms. My two slaves so eager to please their mistress. Henyak’s cock slid between my butt-cheeks, slicked with the lube, and found my asshole. He pressed on it.

“Mistress, thank you,” he groaned as he thrust into me.

“Mmm, I love my boys,” I panted. “I need you all. You’ll be fighting for me. Bleeding and killing for me!”

“Yes!” Bakiir growled, sounding more eager for that than for my pussy he prepared to thrust into it.

He rammed his cock into my cunt. I shuddered, filled by his dick. By both their dicks. Henyak’s greased cock delved into the depths of my ass, pressing me against Bakiir’s brawny chest. My nipples ached, the piercing on my right twisting as I shuddered.

“You’ll lead them, Bakiir!” I moaned as he thrust into me, ramming into my cunt as hard as Henyak rammed into my bowels.

“I will, Mistress,” he groaned. “I’ll kill all your enemies.”

“Yes, Mistress,” grunted Henyak.

“Such wonderful boys,” I purred, pleasure rippling through me as their cocks both reamed my body, fucking me so hard, so fast.

They drove their dicks into me. They rammed them into my depths, making me squirm and groan. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered on the bed, sandwiched between them. They both pressed so tight against me, Henyak’s brawny chest rubbing on my back, Bakiir’s strong torso on my tits. Their hands roamed me, so rough.

Hands of warriors.

Their cocks speared over and over into me. Every thrust sent dizzying lust through my body. They drove their dicks in together, filling my pussy and asshole to the brim. The friction rippled through me, making me spasm. And then they withdrew, their amazing shafts pulling out of me, leaving my two holes begging to be filled.

And then they filled them. Hard.

Their balls smacked into my flesh, both men grunting as they pumped their cocks in and out of my holes. They gave me the pleasure I loved. That I craved. I shuddered between them, writhing so hard, my body drinking in the friction.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck your Mistress,” I snarled. “Pound her. Show her how strong you are! How virile!”

“So virile, Mistress,” Bakiir grunted, his cock thrusting harder, faster, his passion growing.

“We won’t disappoint you, Mistress!” growled Henyak, his cock plumbing to the depths of my asshole over and over.

Their thrusts fell out of rhythm as they neared their climaxes, both thrusting as hard and fast as they could, pounding my pussy and asshole. It was glorious. I writhed between their muscular form, savoring them as they pounded into me. I groaned, thrashing.

My holes drank in the friction, the rougher, velvety delight plunging over and over into my bowels, and the sweet, silky fire raging in my cunt. My holes clenched on them as they reamed me. My clit ground into Bakiir’s pubic bone, my nipples rubbing into his chest.

“You are mine!” I howled, my orgasm swelling. “Mine! You will bleed for me! You will kill for me! You will die for me!”

“Mistress!” they grunted.

I came.

My holes writhed about their dicks. My bowels spasming about Henyak’s dick, my pussy convulsing about Bakiir’s. Delirious rapture flooded through me. A euphoric tsunami that swept through my body, leaving me quivering in abject delight. My eyes rolled back into my head as the rapture surged harder and harder through me.

My pussy milked their dicks. And they responded.

They both slammed into me at almost the same moment, impaling me on their dicks. I spasmed between them as their hot cum spurted into my body. My bowels and pussy drank in their seed. My orgasm burned hotter and hotter as my boys worshiped me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “You will make me queen!”

“We will, Mistress,” they both growled.

I convulsed between them, licking at Bakiir’s neck, purring my delight. Their brawny forms held me as my orgasm peaked. The rapture died to a euphoric buzz. My heart hammered in my chest as they caressed me.

“You will be queen,” Bakiir promised.

Henyak nuzzled between my ears, kissing my bristling fur. “We promise.”

Such wonderful slaves. Lucy, my strong boys, and my idiot cousin would make me queen.

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It was two hours later when Lucy returned from her assignation with Nathan. It was longer than her usual trysts, but that was okay. They had a lot to talk about. To plot between the sheets. And I was sure Kushini made an appearance.

I’d recovered from being fucked so hard by my two brawny slaves. I’d dozed for a quarter of an hour between them, just savoring their brawny forms, before I sent them to the kennels for the slave girls to tend to their welts.

Now I sat on my chair, carved of mahogany from Baraconia, the work of expert halfling craftsmen. Their tiny hands allowed them to get such wonderful detail in the wood. I felt like a queen as I perched on it, my leg crossed, my back straight, the flogger draped across my lap, the marble dildo strapped to my waist thrusting up through the leather straps of my toy.

The doors to my chambers opened, Lucy passing by my slaves on guard in the foyer. She was naked, her skin freshly oiled. She had cleansed herself, but I could still smell the stink of a man on her as she approached.

Her eyes flicked to the flogger and the strap-on. She trembled. She knew this was always a risk when she returned from one of her lovers. That I would have to punish her indiscretion even if I sent her to it.

She didn’t hesitate. She fell down on her knees before me, turned around, and bent over, presenting her ass and back, her brown hair slipping off her shoulders. She didn’t tremble. No fear entered her scent.

She was never afraid around me. What a glorious woman. My heart was lovely.

I admired the sleekness of her pale back, the heart-shaped curves of her ass. Her pussy was a tight slit, plump and aroused. Juices beaded on her shaved flesh. Her musk grew stronger and stronger as I licked my chops.

Then I rose and knelt behind her, the flogger gripped in one hand. The dildo swayed before me. It was black marble veined with swirling white and polished to a mirror gleam, so smooth I could almost fuck her ass without lube.

Well, I had done that when punishing her.

She gasped as I thrust it into her pussy, her back arching as the girth spread her open and reached deep into her whorish cunt. I shuddered, the base pressing so wickedly on my clit, sending flutters of delight through my pussy.

“Well, my heart,” I purred, just dragging the flogger across her back, letting her feel the broad bands of leather before she felt their full kiss.

“Kushini showed up as Nathan fucked me,” she moaned. “She came in through a hidden passage into the alcove where I met him.”

“Interesting,” I purred. It was always good to know where those lay in the Ziggurat. The immense structure was honeycombed with passages. “And?”

“She wants to move tomorrow night,” she said. “While her mother prepares to be queen.”

“Meditating on rulership in the top of the ziggurat?” I groaned, drawing back my hips, the dildo emerging covering in her juices. “In the throne room itself. Bold.”

“Then she can just use the ceremony for herself,” Lucy groaned as I thrust back in, my crotch smacking into her ass, making her cheeks jiggle.

Pleasure shivered through me, my clit throbbing against the stone.

“She wants Bakiir to lead,” my heart continued as I drew back again, taking my time, letting her feel the dildo sliding through her flesh.

“Wise of her,” I groaned. “I’d thought she’d want to be there.”

“She does. She wants to walk in behind the slaves,” groaned Lucy as I plunged in again, her voice rising in pitch. “She wants you to walk in with her, my heart! To witness.”

I pulled the flogger away from her flesh, pumping away now, my breast jiggling before me. My clit ached every time I thrust into her pussy, the pleasure rippling through me. I drank it in as I cocked back my arm.

And cracked the flogger about her back.

She gasped, her shoulders writhing, red blushing across her skin as I fucked her pussy. She moaned, pushing back into my thrusts, the delight burning hotter in my cunt. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“And what did she offer you to betray me?” I groaned.

“Freedom,” Lucy gasped. “As if I wanted to be parted from my heart.”

“And did you accept it?” I asked, pumping away.

“Oh, yes. I’m to make sure you accept the bargain. That you feel safe and secure. That there are no traps. No harm for you.”

My pussy clenched harder. I cracked the flogger down on her back, bringing another moan, loving how the ends wrapped about her sides, striking her breasts swaying beneath her. Maybe even her nipples. The excitement mounted in me.

“How does she plan on killing me?”

“She wouldn’t say,” groaned Lucy. “But she claims your slaves will be mixed with hers, charging in together while Bakiir leads.”

“Which means she plans on hers holding back just enough, letting my slaves get ahead and take the brunt of her mother’s guards,” I groaned. “Then her soldiers will kill my weakened guards while kills me herself. She has no cunning. No depth. She will stab me in the back with her sword.”

I snarled, thrusting so hard, letting the flogger crack again on Lucy’s back. She moaned her agreement, bucking back into my thrusts. I could see it now. I shivered, feeling how close I was to danger. And how much I would gain tomorrow night.

Lucy moaned and gasped, her sweet cries surging my pleasure along with the prospect of seeing Kushini and her mother dead at my command. I yowled and snarled, pounding my lover’s cunt while scourging her back.

CRACK!

“My heart, yes!” moaned Lucy, bucking back so hard into me.

CRACK!

“You’re going to be queen!” she howled.

CRACK!

“Queen Malakisha!”

“Yes,” I snarled, driving so hard into her, her back so red and burning. I threw down the flogger, gripping her hips to pound her cunt, to make her squeal and moan.

My hands slid up her sides, seizing her breasts, holding her firm mounds as she squealed. My tits bounced above her flogged back, my nipple ring flashing in the lamplight. I shivered, the pleasure building over and over in my pussy’s depths.

“Cum, my heart,” I purred. “Cum. You have done so well tonight. You are going to be a queen’s lover! You are going to kneel before the Throne of Blood and Fangs and lick my pussy to orgasm while the court watches!”

“I will, Queen Malakisha!” she howled, thrusting her hips back. “Yes, yes, yes! Everything will change tomorrow night!”

She came so hard, moaning and grunting as I fucked her pussy. I drove the dildo into her depths over and over, making her squirm. I pinched her nipples, drawing out more and more sweet cries of ecstasy from her voice.

“My heart!” I growled and then I came.

My orgasm exploded through me. My body quivered and quaked. My fingers pinched her nipples so hard. I drove the dildo into her, savoring the pressure on my clit. In my mind, I heard the cry of the court proclaiming me queen after I took the throne.

By killing while keeping my fangs bloodless.

I pressed my tits into Lucy’s back, savoring the burning heat from her flogged skin. My nipples drank it in as I licked at her face. She turned her head, meeting my muzzle, kissing me. I groaned, letting my transformation end, my human face emerging, my lips becoming small and plump, able to properly kiss her back.

I held her trembling body, savoring our love. What a rakshasa Lucy would have made. But I was glad she was human. I could never love of rakshasa. I could never trust one. Betrayal and treachery were our milk and meat. We were raised on it. We drank it from our mother’s teats and feasted on it every day of our lives.

“Oh, my heart,” groaned Lucy when I broke the kiss. “How will you keep Kushini from killing you?”

“You know how, Lucy,” I purred. “Don’t even pretend you don’t. You know my mind.”

“Of course I do,” she groaned. “I’m your heart.” She licked her lips. “I’ve already set up my meeting with him. I should get going. I don’t want to be late.”

I laughed, rolling off of her. “You are such a treasure, Lucy.”

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The next night found me standing with my men, Bakiir at the front of them. They were all armored, dressed like gladiators and killers, swords and tridents and short spears held in their hands. They stood tall and proud. I had spent the day doling out my affections to them, reminding them that I was their Mistress.

Lucy stepped into the room, reeking of her new lover. “Kushini awaits.”

“Then let’s go kill a queen,” I purred. “And make me the next one.”

To be continued…

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This was first posted as part of a novel-length story

COLLECTION

The receptionist glanced at Zora’s documents and stamped her register then reached back without looking to pass her the room key.

“Wake up call?” she asked, brightly.

“I will be leaving in the small hours.” Zora replied. “That’s why I’m paying in advance”.

“Of course, of course” the woman said and turned her attention back to the evening newspaper then, suddenly, looked up and fixed her with a curious stare. “Excuse me for asking” she began, hesitantly, “but you wouldn’t have a married sister named Zora, would you”?

“I cannot think of anyone with that name in my family” Zora answered, easily. “Do I remind you of someone”?

The receptionist turned her newspaper around on the counter and pointed at one of the faces in a spread of photographs commemorating victims of the recent landslide in the Svitavian Heights. “She looks very like you” she said, blushing slightly “so I was worried you might have lost someone”. It was the photograph from Zora’s state identity card.

“I see.” Zora replied. “Bless you but, no, it’s just a coincidence”. She smiled winningly, took the key and headed to her room to wait. On the stairs she encountered a thin and haggard man, shabbily dressed, coming the other way. He blocked Zora’s path and stood arrogantly looking her up and down.

At last he spoke, evidently satisfied with what he saw “Come to room fourteen at eleven”.

Zora looked away while she hurried to compose herself. She had not expected to be confronted with any decisions after finding the Yellow Sign but this man could be involved in her collection or he could be a random stranger in search of street-walkers. And then she realised that it did not matter – that nothing that could happen to her now would ever matter.

“Room fourteen” she confirmed.

“How much extra for special services?” the man asked, his lean face twisted into an evil leer. Zora fluttered her lashes and favoured him with a coarse smile.

“No extra” she purred, feeling dirtied.

At five minutes past the hour, Zora went to room fourteen. The thin man answered her knock in a string vest and stepped aside for her to enter. Slamming the door closed behind her he tore the handbag from her grip, secured her wrists in a pair of steel cuffs and pushed her face against the wall. He pulled up her skirt and forced two fingers brutally into her arse then began pumping them in and out. She let out a strangled cry of pain and shock. With his fingers still hooked inside her he drew her into the room, bent her over the dresser and continued his violent fingering. Zora put her cheek to the chipped veneer and groaned. Again, he dragged her across the room and pushed her to the floor before the bed. Looking back at him over her shoulder Zora saw the riding-crop and arched her back, spreading her knees apart to present her ample arse for punishment. He lay on with a will and she bit down hard on the cold chain between her wrists to keep from screaming as twelve bright stripes were carved into her yielding flesh. There was a brief respite while he dragged off his trousers and pants, then he pushed her over onto her back with his foot and squatted above her head, pressing his lean crotch to her face. Zora rained hot kisses onto his balls and along the crease of his arse in a frenzy of submission and allowed her chained hands to roam down over her belly to pinch at her clit. He made her spend a long time licking and sucking at his arsehole while his fist pumped his hard cock and she writhed sensuously beneath him with a cruelly slow finger sliding in and out of her cunt.

Just as her moans became throatier and more urgent, he jumped up and dragged her by the hair to throw her face down over the edge of the bed. With one thrust he drove his dry cock deep into her arse and began to buck his bony hips furiously against her. Zora’s face twisted in agony and she sank her teeth into the sleeve of her jacket, growling, while his knob pounded into her. The old bed rattled and creaked for many minutes until he grunted and his spunk splashed over her cheeks and thighs. They moaned together. After a while he re-lit a half-smoked cigarette, rolled over, and unlocked the cuffs. Zora smoothed down her skirt and collected her bag. She saw a handful of banknotes on the bedside but just blew a kiss to where he sprawled on the bed, naked from the waist down, and went back to her room to wait. Not a word had been spoken since they had met earlier on the stairs.

His room was in darkness when she passed it in the dead of night and slipped out of the hotel to be collected in a back street.

In the convent Katya wept with frustration as she watched, inverted, while the men slaked their lusts on the headless corpse of their victim – the same pale body which had been pressed so tenderly against her own moments earlier. She blinked away the tears and her eyes fell on the head labelled “Elena” hanging in the centre of the wall facing her. Some craft had preserved the beautiful features as though in life, as though her mouth were ready to speak, or to kiss.

Some miles distant, on an isolated farm in the Svitavian foothills, a video camera was set up with the bare brick wall at the side of the barn as a backdrop, and Kristina stood in front of it holding a newspaper wrapped in a sheet of green sugar-paper – the front page of some future edition of the Morning Post would be imposed on it later.

“The Circessya Liberation Army regret that they cannot permit me to leave their custody until a full statement of their demands has been published in the Morning Post and the Evening News” she read out, deadpan. The camera was turned off.

“And that is all?” asked Tural suspiciously. There was a hard edge to his voice.

“Just that” Rashid insisted. “For us, this is nothing. The video is a ploy to mislead whoever is looking for her. At five this morning they will collect her and the tape – and the camera; we only have to keep her safe until then. Brothers – this is easy money”.

“But we don’t know who the fuck they are” put in Mikhail.

“That is best for everyone” Rashid replied. “I’m not curious about them at all, and nor should you be”. He stood and looked around the dark farmyard. “Bring her inside the house”.

Mikhail slid his Uzi along the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of cherry vodka by the neck. “I say we have her now” he declared, to no-one in particular. Rashid and Tural stopped in their tracks; Kristina walked nonchalantly past them to take a seat by the stove and slipped off her heavy overcoat.

“We are contracted to deliver her as we found her” Rashid said, emphasising each word with a stab of his finger. Mikhail dragged a chair towards him and straddled it, taking a swig from the bottle.

“And we shall” he said.

“We are professionals” Tural stared him down “We’re not street criminals who cannot be trusted alone with the merchandise”.

“It’s not the same” Mikhail persisted. “The woman…” his voice trailed away as he turned to see what had distracted the others.

Kristina had pulled off of her miniskirt and was sitting back open-legged on a wooden stool dressed only in an open-cup leather basque, high boots and her piercings and tattoos. Her crimson nails tugged at the steel rings in her nipples and she ran her tongue over her parted lips.

“He’s right – there is nothing to stop you” she said, huskily. In the deathly silence that followed, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over the worn floorboards to where Tural sat. He watched her climb up his thigh to unbutton his shirt and then gasped as she fastened her hungry mouth over his nipple, sucking wickedly while her hands quickly pulled out his cock to stand erect before her. Grinning up at him, she licked the length of his shaft then lapped lingeringly all around the head, tantalising him with her tongue-stud and running her hands over his abdomen and chest. He glared down at her peroxide spikes, bobbing up and down now as she sucked his cock deep into her hot mouth.

“Enough!” Tural barked. Seizing Kristina’s shoulders, he pulled her away from his groin and pushed her back over the edge of the table. He un-holstered his semi-automatic and bent over her, pushing her legs open to force the ugly blue-steel nose of the loaded pistol into her tattooed cunt and her hips rose to welcome it. His fist pumped hard and fast; she threw her head back and groaned, digging her fingers into the flesh of her breasts.

“Anything you want” she panted. Mikhail’s hand closed around the nape of her neck and he dragged her head and shoulders towards him to feed his cock between her waiting lips. She snaked an arm around his hips to pull them closer together and fed on him hungrily. He slapped at her breasts making the inked flesh swing and shiver then dug his fingers into them and squeezed fiercely. Tural hauled off his jeans, rose to his feet and hauled Kristina’s ankles up to his shoulders. He leant forward and began to drive inside her with long strokes. She grunted around Mikhail’s cock and pushed her hips back to meet his attack, slamming the table to and fro.

They fucked faster and harder until at last Tural fell back onto his chair, panting and red-faced. Kristina reached one hand over her pelvis and ribs to collect up his spunk and licked it from her fingers, smiling lustfully as Rashid’s erection loomed over her face. Mikhail moved around to take Tural’s place between her thighs, but he spread her crease open with his thumbs and stabbed the head of his cock into her arse.

“Here is what this little Lilith needs” he grunted as he forced himself deep inside her. His flat stomach slapped against her firm, round cheeks and he began to growl to the same rhythm, “Whore! Bitch! Slut”!

“Yours! Yours!” she cried, until Rashid pulled her mouth to his groin and she wrapped her lips around his stiffness.

All three took her arse. Tural was the roughest – he wrapped his hands around her throat to drag her whole body backwards and forwards onto his pounding prick making her breasts shiver in time to his thrusts and wrenching hoarse cries of pain from her. At the end, all three spent over her face and chest and left her lying used and degraded on the table-top, a beatific smile on her lovely, bespattered face. From time to time she ran a finger through one of the pools of spunk decorating her inked skin to suck at it and she kept the little finger of her left hand flickering softly over her aching clit.

Finally, the throbbing of an engine broke the silence outside and she heard the Circessians speaking in low voices; Pierre appeared in the doorway and she rose to follow him.

Meanwhile, Leon walked over to where Katya hung upended, keening with frustration. He was still naked and bloody from his encounter with the decapitated victim, and he carried two huge, red candles and a petrol-lighter. Without a word, he forced the candles into her arse and cunt – pressing down deeper into her cunt because it was so wet and slippery – then lit them both and left the room again. Very soon she was writhing and twisting in her chains as the fierce heat of the molten wax rilled between her legs and down over her smooth, tanned skin.

By three o’clock that morning, Eva’s friends were preparing to leave for their own hostels and bedsitters to get some sleep before morning classes. A mixed gang of six final-year students from her own course were the last to say goodbye, exchanging hugs and kisses with her at the apartment door and chattering excitedly.

“You absolutely must be there” a vivacious redhead insisted loudly. “One year from today, in the Blue Parrot. It will be such fun”.

“I’ll have no stories to tell if I don’t get the train into Europe in three hours” Eva laughed. There was a final round of goodbye kisses and the guests went off – more quietly, for the neighbours’ sake – down the stairway to the street.

Pavel closed the door behind them, and he and Eva sat down amongst the plates and glasses. He was no longer smiling.

“Then do it” Eva challenged him, in response to his silent look of accusation.

“You know it’s not possible” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes.

“But it is” she returned, leaning eagerly toward him and taking his hand. “I have to be on the roadside uphill from the railway station at five in the morning. I don’t have to be alive”. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. “We could go there now, and you could carve your name into my womb”.

“I want to” he said dully, still not meeting her eyes.

“Then why don’t you”?

Eva stopped under a stunted birch growing through the wire fence behind the marshalling yards at Mirenburg Commercial. On the other side of the road was a vast expanse of weeds and concrete which had been awaiting detoxification and development since the asbestos plant was demolished. They were as far from a living human being as it was possible to be within the old Stadt boundary.

“This is the rendezvous” she told Pavel, and she dropped her shoulder bag at the roadside. He watched as she put her beret and jacket into it, then her blouse and jeans and trainers until finally she stood naked before him in the moonlight. Pavel looked around nervously; there was neither sight nor sound but the murmur of a soft breeze through the trees lining the deserted road. Eva reached into the bag and drew out a long hunting knife. He stood dumbstruck. Slowly and deliberately, looking him in the eye, she lay back in the long grass; taking the hilt in both hands she pressed the point of the knife to her belly. Her bosom heaved and her young body undulated sensuously.

“Do it” she begged him, huskily. “Plunge it into me”. Eva insinuated the blade across the exposed flesh of her stomach and chest as she spoke, tilting the handle towards him. Her hips and shoulders rolled. “Stab me” she closed her eyes, transported for a moment by the intensity of her situation. “Stab me” she repeated, moaning, “over and over again until my lifeblood soaks you. Use me and leave me here by the roadside”. She pushed the blade into her lightly-muscled stomach, not quite breaking the skin. “Do it” she purred. He sobbed.

“I cannot” he choked. “Even now, I cannot”. Eva pressed the knife-edge to her nipple and held it there, feeling the cold steel on her silky skin. She let out a loud sigh, and then spoke.

“It doesn’t have to be you”. Her heavy-lidded eyes gazed into the darkness behind the branches with a faraway look as she drew the knife-point over her flat stomach down to her gaping cunt. With slow, tiny movements she pricked at her clit, now sliding the blade to and fro, now pressing the cold edge softly into the moist folds of her labia. Pavel turned and walked away, leaving his fiancée writhing nude on her back at the side of the road, eagerly awaiting her murderers.

Katya was wakened from a reverie by a sudden crack beside her ear. The candles had both burned down and left her caked with red wax from her crotch down to her ribcage and down to her shoulder blades. She opened bleary eyes and lifted her head to see the nude figures ranging around her helpless form. The men held long whips of various materials and patterns. Two women were with them. She recognised them; they had been hanging in her place earlier but now were bathed and oiled, their hair dressed and their lips and nails painted. Naked, there was little to distinguish them except that one had bright blue eyes and the others were a limpid brown. They were both meat.

“Lash the wax from her flesh” said Grigori and a whip sliced through the still air to land across Katya’s upper thighs in a blinding white flash of agony. She opened her mouth to cry out and the second stroke – of many – cut into her lower belly and around her hip and arse. It took many minutes before she had a long enough respite to draw breath and scream and longer still before they were satisfied that every scrap of wax was gone from her burning skin.

She was gasping to regain her breath after a long, desperate howl of utter abandon when the two women stepped forward to un-cuff her ankles and lower her gently to the floor. The men gathered around and watched, their whips trailing from their hands, as the two settled down either side of her and dipped their heads to lick the angry welts and cuts on her back and arse. They stretched their necks over her, pressing tender kisses and soft fingers onto her burning flesh. They waited calmly while Katya was rolled over and laid outspread to accept the same slavish attentions to the wounds on her abdomen and thighs. She looked past them to where the three stood looking coldly down on her then smiled, closed her eyes and growled as sharp teeth teased at her aching nipple and the tip of a moist tongue fluttered swiftly over her stiff clit. Katya sank back as though the limestone flags were a feather-down, voicing her arousal in a long, soft cry.

The panting of the three entwined women had become rapid and urgent when Andrei reached down and pulled the blue-eyed girl to her knees by the hair. She tilted her head back to watch him brandish a straight-razor, flicking it open. The other woman raised her face from Katya’s crotch and together they looked on, enrapt, as Andrei seized his victim firmly and touched his shining blade to the elegant sweep of her throat. He put a hand to her cheek and lifted her chin, exposing her willing flesh.

“The Pallid Mask” she cried as her arteries burst open over their bodies, into their mouths and down their chins and breasts. No sooner had the torrent died than his strong arm slashed the razor through the flesh of her belly and her steaming innards splashed over them too. Katya threw her arms around the brown-eyed woman’s neck and pulled her close. They shared a mouthful of blood in a long, wet kiss then she pinned Katya down and licked her face clean, kissed her fiercely on both nipples, and ducked her head to lap at the gore pooling in her navel.

“Now it is your time” said a male voice and Katya opened her eyes to see the brown-eyed woman kneeling astride her chest, her head resting back on Leon’s hip and a length of whipcord drawn around her white neck. They smiled into each other’s eyes and he began to pull the garrotte tight. Her mouth gaped and her eyes stared but she used all her failing strength to saw the trailing end of the killing rope violently to and fro over her clit. Katya was both terrified and madly excited by Leon’s easy cruelty in prolonging the strangulation by loosening his grip at longer and longer intervals until the death spasm seized her. Then a spray of ejaculate and piss from the jerking corpse drenched her face and she licked her lips.

“Frig!” growled another voice and she gratefully sank her fingers inside her bloodied cunt, grinding her hips. She looked from side to side, gasping and purring and tracing crimson smears over her bosom and face as she trailed handfuls of blood up to her mouth. Leon pushed past a twitching corpse and knelt beside her, pulling at his erect cock. The others joined him. Crying out in ecstasy Katya lifted her hips from the floor and drove her fist into herself, driven over the precipice by the hot spurts of spunk from the three men spattering across her quivering breasts.

“In that bag,” Grigori said, standing over her with his softening cock in his hand “you will find your clothes and purse – and some fifty denier stockings. Over there is a bathroom where you must wash yourself and change. Be ready in half an hour”. She nodded, and he played a stream of piss over her face and chest. Katya sat up, blinking, and twisted around in the spray – the others also took aim and together they sluiced the spunk and blood from her striped flesh while she turned her head from side to side, catching what she could in her mouth and swallowing thirstily.

Then they dragged the fresh bodies back to the kitchens and she prepared to leave.

Dawn was just breaking over Mirenburg’s deserted outskirts when the sound of an approaching diesel engine broke the silence surrounding Maria’s dacha and she set down her novel and went to the window. A dark-green military transport drew up outside and a tall, shapely woman emerged from the hatch at the back and walked up to the cottage carrying a handsomely-bound volume under her arm; Maria met her at the door. Without a word, the woman took a slip of paper from the pages of the book and handed it to her – it bore the Yellow Sign. Maria accepted it with a trembling hand and closed the door behind them.

“They sent me. My name is Yudif” the stranger said, taking her shoulders and kissing her. She was an attractive woman of the same age as Maria and also, the thought struck her, of the same height and size and with the same long, curling hair. They could almost be sisters.

“Your disappearance has proved to be most difficult to arrange” Yudif told her. “The security around government employees is always tight, especially for the more senior. It has been decided that your body must be found here”. She shrugged and smiled prettily “That’s all we need to know. Shall we go to the bedroom”?

Bemused, Maria led the way up the loft ladder to her stripped-pine attic bedroom. By the moonlight streaming through the long window she lighted an oil lamp and soon its warm glow spread over the white cotton sheets and brass-work of her single bed.

“That is absolutely perfect” Yudif said, eagerly. “Would you put the lamp in the window darling – near the curtains”? Maria complied then returning to her guest saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. “You, too” Yudif smiled as she unhooked the fastening of her brassiere and held it out to her. “Lay your own clothes by the bed and put mine on. They will fit you”. She wriggled out of her suede skirt as she spoke.

Maria switched her outfit and stood obediently waiting for orders. Yudif was completely nude now. She embraced Maria, kissed her sweetly on the lips, and took her hand. “Your rings and this lovely bracelet” she explained with a smile as she removed Maria’s jewellery and put it on.

She looked on, burning with excited curiosity, as Yudif took up her book and lay down naked on the bed, settling comfortable as though preparing for a quiet evening. “I don’t understand” Maria complained, at last. “Whose remains are to be found here”?

Yudif propped herself up on one elbow. “They have swapped our dental records” she explained. “And these wooden cottages from imperial times are quite charming but everyone knows they are fire-traps. Tomorrow, why should anyone doubt that the corpse in your bed is your own”?

“So, must I kill you?” Maria asked her, hesitantly. “How”? Yudif stretched her long legs and sighed.

“No, darling.” she replied. “The King himself will do that” and she opened the book. “I am going to lie here and read the Second Act. No woman has ever survived the experience” her excitement was getting the better of her, and a delicious shiver ran the length of her beautiful body as she spoke.

“The mystics say that” Maria mused. “Scientists – when they even allow that the Second Act exists – explain it away as psychogenic death”.

“I have seen it happen” Yudif murmured. “The sister who gave me these pages died in glorious ecstasy before my eyes”. Her voice trailed off and her gaze turned inexorably to the text in her hand. Maria sank slowly into a chair.

“I’d love it if you would read aloud” she breathed.

“That is not your fate” Yudif said ruefully and began to scan the page, her face glowing with an uncanny fervour.

The silence was profound, disturbed only by the turning of the pages. After a few minutes Yudif became restless, pressing her thighs together and rolling her hips on the feather mattress. Her nostrils flared and her bosom rose and fell. She read on, her breathing becoming laboured. Her mouth hung open but her eyes burned into the manu***********. Maria watched with equal intensity, hands clenched in her lap.

On turning over the fourth sheet, Yudif groaned aloud and rolled onto her stomach, spreading her thighs apart and grinding her pubes into the eiderdown. Her luscious body writhed and twisted and the page shook in her shivering fingers until she set it down, reaching eagerly for the next. At the first glance, she tossed her head back and cried out “The scalloped tatters!” but she could not look away for more than a moment and soon turned back to devour the play just as avidly as before, her whole frame wracked with convulsions.

By the time she reached the last page, Yudif had rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagled, holding the book up in front of her face. Her cunt gaped wetly as she lifted her hips from the bed, gasping, panting and finally screaming “Not upon us, oh King! Not upon us”! Her body froze rigid, straining upwards lasciviously, and her eyes burned with an all-consuming passion. Maria cried out, too, and then Yudif fell back onto the white cotton, her face serene and her heart stopped dead. The leather-bound volume fell open on her white breasts.

Reluctantly Maria turned her eyes away, for fear of glimpsing the text of the Second Act before her time and went to the window. She pulled the lace curtain into the flame of the lamp until it caught alight and fire roared up to the ceiling. Satisfied that the conflagration was spreading she went down to the ground floor and climbed through the side window, leaving the door bolted behind her. The brutally ugly troop-carrier still stood outside, its hatch open in readiness. Maria walked gladly towards it in the grey morning light, fashionably dressed in the dead woman’s clothes.

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read it and find out

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open

i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep

the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out.

i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl’s laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never.

i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you.

one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard.

i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words

School ,Monday,Gym after lunch
(end of part 1)

;part two;

I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i
Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang.

I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you’ll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn’t know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7”.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me.

;end part two;

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

The final futas square off to determine which side will win: Summer or Winter!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Nine: Officer Cindy & Deidre’s Hot Menage
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Mrs. Fatima Samara

I savored the barely legal delight of plundering Keily’s cunt. The girl squirmed beneath me as I pumped over and over into her depths. My futa-cock throbbed in her silky embrace. She quivered, her small breasts jiggling, her green eyes growing dewy with lust behind her glasses.

“Help…” She groaned. “Someone… I… Ooh… Ooh, yes!”

I smiled. Her lusts, inflamed by what the futa-fairies did to us when they gifted us our clit-dicks, swelled through her. She shuddered beneath me, her body undulating now, her hips bucking and rising to meet my thrusts.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my dusky breasts heaving above her as her snatch clenched down hard on my invading futa-dick. “Mmm, you love that, don’t you, my little delight?”

“Yes!” Keily groaned, her thighs squeezing down around my waist. “Oh, yes, yes, fuck me! I need it. Ooh, I need it so badly. You have tits like my college professor. I love it when she fucks me!”

I shuddered, leaning down, pressing my big boobs into her firm, young breasts. Those delicious titties, topped by her small nipples, caressed my lush mounds. I stared into her eyes, pumping harder and harder, her girl-dick throbbing against my stomach.

For a moment, I felt bad that she would stop being a futanari. That once Summer won, she’d go back to being a normal girl. But my harem waited for me. My sister and our daughters needed my girl-cock.

The pleasure rippled through me with every thrust, drowning my mind in lust. I shuddered, pumping so hard. Her barely legal cunt gripped my dick like a glove fitted just for my shaft. I buried to the hilt in her over and over, plundering her wonderful depths and enjoying the silky heat of her delights.

She shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my waist as she trembled beneath me. Her whimpers echoed through the room. She squirmed her hips, pumping faster and faster as I plowed into her snatch. I savored her every moan and gasp.

Her hands grabbed my rump, pulling on me. “I’m sorry, Deidre!” she whimpered. “I tried. I did! But she feels sooooo good!”

“You did try, my little cutie,” I purred, ramming my cock so hard into her depths. My pussy clenched with every thrust, the pleasure building my orgasm in my juicy depths. My ovaries tightened, another load of spunk building and building in their, aching to explode out of my clit-dick. “You tried so hard.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Keily whimpered, her body shuddering. “So good.”

“You love being fucked by a futa-MILF,” I hissed. “A futa-Mommy you want to fuck!”

“I want to fuck all the futa-MILfs,” whimpered Keily. “With Deidre! I’m going to…” Her eyes widened and her words trailed off as she stared up into the sky of Faerie.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to cum,” I groaned, burying into her cunt so hard, just a few moments from exploding into her depths, just a few more strokes to my rapture.

“It’s a superheroine!” Keily gasped, her snatch clenching hard on my dick as I drew back for my next plunge. “Like… Futagirl or something!”

“What?” I frowned as I rammed into her cunt, the friction shooting pleasure down to my ovaries, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.

I just needed a little more and I would defeat her.

I drew back.

The wind howled and seized my body.

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Deidre Reddings

I sprang up from my crotch and darted forward, Ms. Kim’s first attack crackling in the air behind me. Her next formed as icy swirls about the splayed-open fingers of her right hand. The petite, Korean futa stood defiant, her small breasts heaving, her huge cock thrust from her thick, black bush. My own clit-dick bounced before me with my round breasts as I charged across the sandy beach.

The Year’s Divide flowed and gurgled beside us. My red hair streamed behind me.

Ms. Kim raised her hand.

I pushed myself to sprint faster. I was almost on her. I couldn’t let that ice defeat me. Why did every Winter futa have to have magic powers?

She threw her arm forward. White-blue energy surged at me.

I leaped at her.

The chill struck me as I hurtled through the air. I felt the ice flash about my wrists right before I crashed into her. The cold sank into my arms as our naked bodies collided. The world spun around me as we tumbled in a tangle of limbs and hair, her black silk brushing my fiery curls. We rolled on the sandy beach, my futa-cock rubbing past hers.

The momentum pressed me forward atop her body. Our breasts slid together. I felt the kiss of her nipples on mine, shooting jolts through my sensitive body which ended at the throbbing tip of my futa-cock just as it found the rosebud opening of her asshole.

She gasped in shock as my clit-dick buried into her bowels, thrusting past her tight sphincter. She groaned as we rolled to a stop, me atop her.

“Oh, you have got to be fucking me,” Ms. Kim groaned as her velvety asshole clenched on my futa-cock, her shaft throbbing against my stomach.

The cold on my wrists had frozen them together, forming a manacle. But I had managed to get my arms around her before the spell had fully… solidified or something. Now I had her in a tight hug, her arms squeezed to her side. She struggled and squirmed which slid her asshole up and down my dick.

That felt incredible.

“Ms. Kim,” I panted, my hips pumping away at her bowels, driving my dick into her hot depths. “Mmm, your daughter, Yunjin, is always saying how much fun it is visit your business. She loves her part-time job.”

“No, no, no,” Ms. Kim groaned as my girl-cock plunged into her hot asshole. Her delicate face, her skin this lovely shade of pale olive, twisted as the pleasure rushed through her, her futa-dick throbbing against my belly. “I had you! How did you do this?”

“Just lucky!” I panted. “I mean, you’re the one whose magic has my hands pinned beneath you, forcing me to hug you.”

“I know!” She groaned, her bowels clenching down so hard on my futa-dick.

That velvety anal sheath felt so amazing around my futa-dick. I groaned, pleasure shooting through me. My ovaries ached to cum, to release a flood of jizz. All the exhaustion swimming away from Officer Cindy had generated in my limbs melted away.

How could I be tired when I was buried into Ms. Kim’s delicious bowels?

I groaned, the pleasure warming my body. She squirmed beneath me, digging my bound hands into the sand of the beach. Her arms flexed, trying to get free of my tight embrace. But she couldn’t. All she did was make her bowels feel incredible as they clenched around my girl-dick. My orgasm built faster and faster. I thrust into her asshole with a hard frenzy, my body just aching to cum in her and defeat her, to beat her and…

Beat her…

I needed to work with her. Us Summer and Winter faeries had to come together. If we didn’t fight, there had to be a way out of this. A way to force the faeries to let us all keep our girl-dicks and leave us alone. My sister, Keily, was counting on me. Neither of us wanted to lose our futa-cocks.

“Ms. Kim,” I groaned, unable to stop my hard thrusts into her bowels. I fought my pumping hips, but… It was so hard. She felt so good. “There’s a way for us both to—”

Cold surged out of her body and into me. My words cut off as icy hands seized almost every muscle in my body. My mouth lay half-open, my tongue wiggling behind my teeth. I breathed, my tits rising and falling, pressing into her small mounds.

“And of course you’re still hard,” muttered Ms. Kim. She started wiggling and thrashing harder, trying to wiggle off my dick and out of my embrace.

I groaned out wordless pleasure. I couldn’t even move my toe, let alone my lips to shape my words. Such frustration surged through me along with the ecstasy shooting out of my dick. I just wanted to work with the Winter futas.

Why did they have to be so darned stubborn?

More and more whimpers burst from my throat as she wiggled, stirring her bowels around my futa-cock. The velvety pleasure sent tingling waves of heat washing through my frozen body. My pussy clenched, juices trickling out of my snatch as she squirmed.

“Come on,” Ms. Kim moaned. “Just… Why did you have to hug me so tight?”

Her futa-dick throbbed against my belly, her precum flowing.

“I just need to… To get out… of your… embrace!” Her face contorted, her bowels clenching down hard on my dick. “Why do you have to feel so good in me?” She glared at me, such anger flashing across her features. “You won’t beat me. I’ll get free!”

All she had to do was release her magic. If she realized that… She could get out from beneath me and refreeze me. I moaned in rapture again as something widened her eyes. She stopped moving, staring up at me, a smile crossing her lips.

I whimpered, a mix of pleasure and concern.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Officer Cindy Matheson

I ripped the Arab woman off Keily with my wind. The mature futa’s dusky body writhed, her big breasts heaving. I flipped her over onto her back and yanked her legs apart. I stared between her thighs, black bush soaked by her juices, her futa-cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy. Her dick twitched, glistening with Keily’s juices.

“Officer Cindy,” whimpered the girl. Her hands grabbed her futa-dick and fisted it so hard, pumping away, lost to the lusts the futa-fairies had given us all. “You saved me.”

“It’s my job,” I said with a shrug, then stared down at the Arab futa. “Mmm, Ms. Kim was so mad at you for escaping. I bet she’ll suck my dick so hard when she learns that I beat you.”

The dusky futa fought against my winds. She slipped on the sand like it was Teflon. I had to fight to hold her in place, the sand blowing away from her as my wind gripped her wrists and ankles hard and tight.

“What?” the Arab futa gasped.

“You can hold her?” Keily said in awe. “But she can make herself so slippery, nothing can hold onto her.”

“You can’t slip away from the wind,” I said, not really caring how any of this magic crap worked. I had this Arab futa. One more down. One more step closer to winning.

And then I’d find that naughty minx. Deidre had escaped me for now. But I could fly. I could zoom upriver and find her in a minute. I would fuck her so hard and defeat her. I’d ensure that Winter’s futas kept their cocks.

Kept all the fun.

I settled between the Arab futa’s thighs. I trembled in utter delight, staring down at her as she squirmed. Her breasts heaved. Her eyes flashed with fear. And lust. They stared at my pale girl-cock thrusting from my black bush.

I grinned at her, stroking my girl-dick, still wet with Deidre’s pussy juices. “Mmm, you’re going to be the second futa I’ve defeated.”

“No, no, please,” groaned the Arab futa. “My harem needs my girl-cock. They love me. They love my dick.”

“If they love you, they won’t care if you have a clit-dick or not,” I purred, rubbing my cock’s tip against her pussy, feeling the heat of the MILF’s juicy snatch. Her shaft twitched on her dusky stomach.

I thrust into her depths.

She gasped, her tits heaving. I sank to the hilt in her, savoring the heat of her cunt. It gripped me like nothing I had ever felt, this silky sheath that molded to my shaft. I savored it, my dick throbbing with the pounding beat of my heart. I would fuck her so hard. I would punish this naughty futa for trying to defeat cute Keily.

I drew back my hips and—

“Holy fucking shit!” I screamed, pain shooting up my girl-dick. The futa’s cunt gripped me so tightly I couldn’t even pull my cock out of her. When I tried to jerk back my hips, my shaft stretched right at the base, feeling on the verge of tearing off of me. “How are you doing that? You’re so wet! You can’t be this tight.”

“It’s her powers,” Keily moaned. “She can increase or decrease her friction or something. I wish I had had superpower like both of you.” She fisted her cock faster.

I couldn’t move at all. Even a little pull back had that tearing pain flare up around the base of my cock. It was far, far too important, too sensitive, to abuse in this way. I whimpered, seizing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, trying to stimulate myself another way if I couldn’t fuck my clit-dick in and out of her snatch.

“You’ve just put off our defeat,” I panted. “I’ll cum in you eventually and…” My eyes widened. “Keily, you have to make me orgasm! Fuck me!”

“Yes!”

The girl hopped to her feet, her firm titties jiggling. She pushed up her glasses with her left hand, the right glued to her cock, pumping up and down it. She sprang over the Arab futa’s right thigh to land on the sand behind. The girl grinned.

The MILF moved her legs, her calves brushing Keily’s.

I groaned. “She didn’t.”

“She did,” Keily panted. She squirmed behind me, glued to the Arab futa’s lower legs. “But I still got you. Don’t you worry.”

Unable to fuck me now, held in place by the MILF’s contorted legs, Keily leaned over and nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. I shivered as she pressed her face into my crack, her tongue sliding down until she found my asshole.

And rimmed me.

Her tongue danced about my asshole. She swiped and swirled it, making me groan and quiver. My pussy clenched and delight shot to the tip of my girl-dick buried into the MILF’s hot cunt. I grinned down at her.

“You can’t stop a futa from coming,” I groaned. “You can only delay her.”

The MILF shuddered, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. Delight surged up it as Keily’s tongue probed at my sphincter. She pressed past it, wiggling into my bowels. I groaned as she invaded my hot depths.

As she swirled her tongue around inside my bowels, her fingers found my pussy lips. She stroked them on the edges, circling my vulva and brushing my silky pubic hairs. She sent such wondrous delight surging through my body.

And then her fingers penetrated my snatch.

The girl’s slim fingers wiggled through my juicy depths, stirring me up. I loved it, drinking in the stimulation. Her tongue and digits caressed my naughty bits. My futa-cock throbbed in the impossibly tight embrace of the Arab futa’s cunt as I came closer and closer to my climax.

“I got you,” I grinned at her. “You thought you could avoid justice, but I always get my futa.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, the pleasure taking over her self-control. She twitched, her large tits jiggling. “Yes, you’re going to cum in me! I… I should care. But…”

“You want it,” I panted. “You can’t help it. Your body craves my jizz pumping into you, setting off your own orgasm.”

“Yes!” she hissed.

Keily slid a third finger into my pussy, pumping faster and faster. The silky delight of her digits met the wicked heat created by her tongue wiggling around in my bowels. She moaned, her hand still fisting her own girl-cock, making that rhythmic slap-slap of futa masturbation.

The pleasure built inside of me. It assaulted me from three sources, with little sparks flaring from my nipples. My cock savored the MILF’s squirms, that silky cunt sliding around it now. The tight grip vanished. The MILF didn’t care any longer. She surrendered to the inevitable.

I let her fuck me, her futa-dick bouncing on her dusky stomach as she whimpered and moaned. Her big breasts jiggled before me. Her hot cunt worked around my dick, shooting delight to my pussy. My snatch clenched on Keily’s plunging fingers, increasing the delight she churned in me.

And her tongue…

That wicked, naughty tongue probed so deep into my asshole. The futa drove me wild with it. My back arched, my big breasts bouncing before me a I drank it all in. I twisted and pulled on my nipples, giving myself every bit of stimulation I could.

“I’m sorry, my star!” the Arab futa moaned. “Ranya! Naila and Basima! I’m sorry, Ayesha!”

The Arab MILF exploded. Her cum fired from her futa-dick. Her white jizz splattered her heaving breasts. I groaned as her pussy writhed about my dick. Such a wonderful heat breathed my futa-cock. Such delight washed through me, leaving me feeling dizzy, the stars washing about my eyes.

I groaned as the pressure built and built in me. Everything assaulted my senses. Keily’s tongue probing my asshole, her digits plunging into my cunt. My fingers twisted my nipples. And that MILF’s cunt… That hot pussy sucked at my dick.

My ovaries tightened.

“Yes!” I howled.

And erupted.

The pleasure shot through my body. Jets of cum fired out of my dick and into her snatch. My entire body bucked and heaved. My eyes rolled back into my head as the bliss assaulted my mind. They drowned me in utter rapture. I whimpered in delight. Juices flooded down my thighs. Gushes of juices that squirted out around Keily’s fingers.

My cum pumped over and over into the MILF’s pussy. I stared into the Arab futa’s eyes as she squirmed and groaned. Her snatch milked my cock, so hungry for the futa-cum that signaled her defeat. She didn’t care.

At this moment, the rapture consumed her. Nothing else mattered but her pleasure.

My rapture drowned my mind.

Green energy danced around her. My cum fired the last time into her pussy. And then she vanished. My futa-cock suddenly twitched and bounced before me, dripping with pussy juices. They only trace of her remaining.

“Yes!” Keily moaned, her hand stroking her dick fast, building towards her own orgasm.

“Now it’s time to find that naughty Deidre and teach her a lesson!” I groaned, my lusts surging through me.

“What?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Umayyah

The green energy carried me away. I blinked my eyes, my rapture dying, futa-cum leaking out of my snatch. More coated my tits as I sat up on the soft, green grass and stared around at the three other futas. Cassie, whom I’d been helpless to protect, had her arms around Kimmie, the other futa-cheerleader. She sat disconsolately, defeated.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” Dr. Rita said. “Tell me you got like three of them. Tell me Deidre has a chance.”

I shook my head. “Only one.”

“Fuck!” Kimmie groaned. “It’s three on one. Deidre’s out there all alone. We are so totally fucked.”

“I fear we are,” Leanan Sidhe said. “For my dearest Miss Deidre has not the fire the rest of you had. Bean Sidhe made a clever ploy choosing Miss Keily as her patron. I fear she has well-neutered Miss Deidre.”

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Ms. Ji-Woo Kim

I made my body stop moving, my eyes widening in realization. If I kept squirming, I would make Deidre cum in me. I didn’t know what to do. She was frozen on top of me, her body squeezing mine tight. I couldn’t escape her embrace. Her futa-dick was buried so deep into my asshole. Her thick shaft filled me to the hilt.

It felt so nice in me.

I stared into her blue eyes. They moved, darting around as she whimpered and groaned. She made the cutest sounds. Her body felt so nice on me, too. Her round, youthful tits pressed into my smaller breasts, our nipples caressing. And her dick…

Her dick was buried to the hilt in my asshole.

My futa-cock throbbed between us, drinking in the feel of both our sleek stomachs. I groaned, the pleasure boiling through my mind. There had to be something I could do… I just had to… Why did her dick have to feel so nice in me?

My hips moved again. They stirred her girl-dick around inside my bowels. I let out whimpers of delight. I knew I had to be in charge here. That I had to do something to get out of this. But… But… it couldn’t hurt… Just for a few minutes.

As long as she didn’t cum… I could enjoy her girl-dick.

“Ooh, Deidre,” I groaned. “I wished Yunjin had a futa-cock.” That would be so nice. To be fucked by my daughter. To share the women of my office with her, both of us plundering their holes together. Oh, that would be so hot. With another futa in the office, I could have more employees.

My hips thrust and pumped, working my asshole up and down her girl-dick as much as I could. My futa-cock throbbed against our bellies, the tip drinking in the silk of our skin. My pussy clenched, the juices flowing down to her cock and buried in my bowels.

“Ooh, yes, you feel so good in me, Deidre,” I panted, the rapture bathing my mind, giving my thoughts what they craved.

I squirmed my hips more. I stirred her big girl-dick around inside my bowels. She stimulated me. My velvety sheath absorbed the delight of her shaft filling me. The friction rippled heat through my body, building the ache at the tip of my dick.

An ache that had to be satiated.

My ovaries grew tighter as my pussy heated up. The stimulation brought my cunt closer and closer to a boil. I groaned, her fiery bush pressing against my snatch. That ticklish delight sent tingles racing through me, increasing the temperature of my twat by tiny increments at a time.

My arms, pinned to my side by her frozen embrace, twitched. My fingers dug into the sand by my hips. I whimpered, working my hips faster and faster. The rapture built and built in me. Such delight surged out of my asshole and rippled through my body.

“Oh, Deidre, yes!”

She groaned, her eyes growing glossy with her lust. Her futa-cock came closer and closer to spurting into me. I knew that was bad, but… But I didn’t care. I just had to feel that hot, barely legal girl-cum firing into my snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed.

She moaned louder.

My bowels clenched on her dick. I squirmed on the sand, the heat burning in my bowels. Such wondrous delight shot through me. My girl-cock throbbed inside of her. I shuddered in delight as my ovaries tightened and tightened.

Then the explosion came.

My futa-dick spasmed about her bowels. My shaft writhed about her girl-dick, milking her cock. Hot spunk spurted between us. My shaft pulsed with each explosion. Deidre moaned louder, her eyes squeezing shut as I trembled beneath her frozen form.

“Oh, Deidre, cum in me!” I screamed out as the rapture boiled my mind. The heat melted my thoughts. “Flood my asshole!”

Deidre let out a throaty scream of rapture.

Her futa-dick erupted.

I shuddered, my writhing asshole savoring every hot spurt of her girl-spunk into my depths. She bathed my bowels with it. The jizz swirled around inside of me. I savored it. I let out loud whimpers of pure delight as she filled me with more and more of her spunk.

She drove me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head. The delight burned so hot through me. It had me twitching and squirming in utter delight.

And then the blue light swirled around me. Winter’s icy grip seized me and… Darkness engulfed me. I floated for an eternity, my body wracked by bliss, my bowels suddenly so empty. I wanted to whimper, but couldn’t make a sound here and—

Appeared surrounded by frozen, austere beauty.

The busty futa-fairy hovered above me, her violet hair spilling about her angry face. “Really? Really? Are you fucking kidding me, Ms. Kim?”

“Sorry,” I whimpered, futa-cum leaking out of my asshole.

“You lost to a frozen futa!” B shook her head with violent denial. “To Deidre!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deidre Reddings

The moment Ms. Kim vanished, I collapsed into a groaning heap. I squirmed on the sand, my futa-dick throbbing beneath me, aching from cumming so hard in her asshole. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits rising and falling as my heart raced.

Pleasure buzzed through me and…

I could move.

The icy grip had vanished with Ms. Kim. I let out a giggling burst of euphoria. I had defeated a Winter futa even without any magic powers. I didn’t want to beat her. I needed to unite with them. I had to find Keily and—

“Keily!”

Officer Cindy had darted off in the direction of Keily. Something had drawn the futa-cop’s attention. Had a Summer futa found my little sister? Had the futa I loved been caught by someone on my side? Was she in trouble?

I had to go help her.

I groaned and pushed myself to my feet. My body buzzed with pleasure. Behind me, I heard someone shouting, the voice carrying on the wind. I whirled around, staring down the river. I could see a slim figure running down it, her body slim.

“Keily?” I asked. It looked like her.

“Stop!” my little sister screamed, her words just understandable.

At the first howl of wind, my stomach twisted. In the strange half-night/half-day sky of the Land of Transition flew Officer Cindy. Her pale body almost shone, one side bathed by silver moonlight, the other by golden sunlight.

Then the hurricane struck me.

I screamed as the winds drove me to the sand hard. Swirling gusts seized my wrists and elbows, yanking me spread eagle. A hot thrill shot through me, mixing with my fear. My helplessness, only enhanced by my legs spread open and my pussy available to be penetrated, sent such a wild lust through me.

My snatch clenched. My futa-dick throbbed.

I grew so juicy.

“There you are, you naughty futa,” purred Officer Cindy as she landed near me. Her breasts jiggled and heaved before her. Her futa-dick throbbed and twitched with the beat of her hard. She fell to her knees, her dark eyes glossy with lust. Pussy juices dripped from her cock, her shaft soaked in them.

She had just defeated a Summer futa. And… I knew I was the last one left. That it was Officer Cindy and Keily versus me. Officer Cindy stared at my cock, her head cocked to the side as she studied it.

“I saw you defeat Ms. Kim, you wicked futa,” she purred, stroking my thighs. She leaned over, studying my futa-dick. “But your cock isn’t wet like mine is.”

“Please, don’t do this!” Keily shouted as she raced closer.

“You fucked her asshole, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching, aching to be filled by her futa-dick. The excitement of being bound and helpless had me trembling. My entire body ached to be penetrated. To be fucked hard by the futa-cock. “Listen, there’s a way for us all to keep our futa-dicks.”

“I’m not falling for that again,” Officer Cindy purred.

A gag of swirling air stuffed into my mouth. It felt so strange, the winds caressing inside my mouth, playing with my tongue while forcing my jaws open. I could only moan again, unable to communicate.

I let out a scream of frustrated lust. Why wouldn’t they listen to me?

“Mmm, I can smell Ms. Kim’s sour musk on your dick,” Officer Cindy purred.

She stroked my pussy lips as she leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of my cock. She tasted that sour musk decorating my dick. A tremble of rapture shot through me. My toes curled in the sands. I let out a groaning whimper, squirming at the pleasure her tongue created. My eyes squeezed shut. She felt sooooooo good.

Her tongue reached my crown, swirling about it. My pussy clenched, my limbs spasming in the embrace of her wind. My eyes squeezed shut. I sucked in deep breaths, squirming on the sands, my whimpers rising above the babble of the river.

“Mmm, she tastes good on your dick,” groaned Officer Cindy, such lust shining in her brown eyes. I gasped as her fingers penetrated my pussy. “I can’t wait to get back into your pussy. But a few more licks won’t hurt.”

Keily raced closer. She was my only hope now. But what could she do? There was only one thing she could do. She had to be the one to convince Officer Cindy to help us.

I caught my futa-sister’s eyes over Officer Cindy. The flushed-face Keily pushed up her glasses, nodding her head. She understood. It was all on her. I shuddered as the cop’s tongue reached the tip of my futa-dick again, relief passing through me.

Keily could convince Officer Cindy to join our side. It wouldn’t seem like a trick from my sister.

“One last taste,” Officer Cindy promised me as she brought her lips to the base of my cock thrusting out of the folds of my juicy pussy. “One last savor of Ms. Kim’s ass staining your clit-dick. Then I fuck your cunt and—”

Officer Cindy’s eyes bulged wide.

My sister didn’t speak, didn’t make any pleas or explain how we had to work together. Instead, she fell to her knees behind the futa-cop, her small tits jiggling, and rammed her futa-dick hard into Officer Cindy. The cop’s words became a surprised gasp. She shuddered and ran her tongue up my dick as my sister pumped away hard. The cop’s tongue reached my crown again, caressing it.”

“Ooh, yes, you didn’t cum, did you, Keily?” the futa-cop asked.

“No,” Keily moaned. “I need to fuck your asshole so hard.”

“Yes!” Officer Cindy said.

I groaned. This wouldn’t help. Keily could cum in Officer Cindy all she wanted, it wouldn’t defeat the futa-cop. It wouldn’t convince her to join our side and take a stand against the futa-fairies. I moaned, struggling so hard against the winds gagging me and binding me spread eagle.

And failed to escape.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes,hating how horny I was. This lust that the futa-fairies gave us to…

I frowned.

The lust they gave us to keep cumming.

I let out another frustrated moan, wanting to blurt out my realization to Officer Cindy and my sister.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Officer Cindy Matheson

Keily’s dick hammered into my asshole. She plunged into me with such vigorous thrusts. My eyes squeezed shut. I savored the sour flavor of Ms. Kim’s asshole on Deidre’s girl-cock. Pleasure rippled through me. It bathed my mind in ecstasy.

My futa-dick throbbed beneath me, twitching with every hard plunge of the naughty minx into my bowels. Her crotch smacked over and over into my rump. She stirred it around in me, making me quiver and groan.

My asshole clenched down on her plunging cock.

“Oh, Officer Cindy, I needed this sooooo badly!” Keily gasped. “Ooh, yes, you have such a tight asshole. I bet it would taste so good on my dick.”

“I’ll suck it off,” I promised her, my big tits heaving beneath me, slapping together as my body rocked into Keily’s vigorous thrusts. “I love the taste of ass on a futa’s cock. Especially my own.”

“I bet you suck Ms. Marcie’s girl-dick clean of your ass all the time. Or your sexy daughter’s!”

“Yes!” I whimpered. I loved sucking my futa-girlfriend’s dick clean after it had been in my ass or my sweet daughter’s bowels. Amber was one of Keily’s friends, the two girls both students at Washington College. “It’s the best.”

“Just enjoy that delight!” Keily purred. “Just savor it.”

The pleasure bathed my mind as I inhaled through my nose. I smelled Deidre’s spicy pussy mixed with Ms. Kim’s sour asshole. My mouth salivated. I stared up the bound and gagged futa’s body, her round tits jiggling, as such a wicked impulse shot through me.

I could lick her dick a bit more.

My tongue bathed Deidre’s futa-shaft. I lapped up that girth over and over, savoring every swipe. That sour flavor coated my tongue, mixed with her spicy juices at her dick’s base and her salty precum at the crown. I swirled my tongue about the tip, my lips nuzzling it while Keily’s clit-dick kept pounding my bowels.

More waves of velvety heat washed through me.

I sucked Deidre’s crown into my mouth, moaning about it. My futa-dick throbbed beneath me, the ache forming at the tip of my girl-cock. I needed that explosive release. I moaned about Deidre’s dick, the friction of Keily’s plunging shaft melting my asshole.

I loved it. Sucking on a futa’s dirty shaft while getting buggered was the best. I clamped my asshole down on Keily’s cock as it reamed into me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. Stars danced across my vision as pussy juices dripped down my twitching clit-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it,” Keily moaned, her hands gripping my hips. Her crotch smacked into my rump over and over, burying that amazing shaft into my bowels again and again. “Just enjoy that naughty flavor. Suck it all off.”

Deidre moaned through her windy gag. I bobbed my mouth up and down her girl-dick. Her breasts jiggled and heaved. Hard nipples waved atop firm, youthful titties. I shuddered, reaching up her body and squeezing both mounds. I loved the youthful feel of them in my hands, squeezing them.

Deidre shuddered and bucked, her cock fucking deeper into my mouth as her hips thrust upward. Her salty precum flowed, growing stronger than Ms. Kim’s asshole as I sucked clean that clit-dick. So I took more of it, my lips sliding farther and farther down the shaft.

It brushed the back of my throat.

The girl let out such a wanton moan as I deep-throated her futa-dick. I worked her shaft down my esophagus as my lips reached her fiery bush. I tasted spicy cream and sour ass. I cleaned her shaft, moaning about her cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Keily moaned, pounding me so hard. “Get her so clean. Just keep doing that.”

I moaned, squeezing and pinching Deidre’s nipples, making her squirm even more. My futa-cock ached so badly. The pressure swelled and swelled in the depths of my cunt. Stars danced before my eyes. That wonderful explosion came even closer to drowning me. To smothering me in futa-passion.

Keily buried into my bowels and gasped. Hot cum spurted into my asshole.

I screamed out my rapture around Deidre’s cock. She had to feel the humming pleasure of my moans. Ecstasy fired from my futa-dick. Hot pulses of cum jetted out of me as Keily flooded my asshole with her barely legal spunk.

Deidre bucked, screaming through her gag.

Her cock throbbed in my mouth. The nineteen-year-old’s futa-cum pumped straight into my stomach. I shuddered, my orgasm intensifying at the feel of her jizz warming my belly while her sister’s cream filled my bowels and…

No!

“Yes!” Keily shouted as the blue light swirled around me. “We did it, Deidre! We did it!”

She tricked me. I saved her, and that little bitch tri—

Darkness engulfed me.

I floated for an eternity that last a single beat of my heart.

I appeared kneeling in snow, my mouth wide open but no longer stuffed with Deidre’s cock. “That fucking bitch tricked me!”

“Keily!” growled B from behind me.

I whirled around to see the futa-fairy hovering, her wings a gossamer blur. Frost swirled around her busty body. Her silver eyes flashed with such ancient anger. Her fingers flexed and relaxed. And then she vanished in a flurry of snow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keily Reddings

“We did it!” I cheered, my dick flopping before me, no longer buried in Officer Cindy’s amazing asshole. “It’s just me and you now!”

My sister nodded, working her jaw as she sat up, no longer bound by the wind.

“I used the lust on her,” I grinned at my older futa-sister. “Did you see that? How I got her so horny and then talked about some ass-to-mouth fun? She couldn’t resist sucking on your dirty dick.”

“You were brilliant,” Deidre said, beaming at me.

“So, did you figure it out? What we have to do to win?”

“Yes,” she said. “We have to suck each other off and cum at the same time.”

Some of my enthusiasm fled. “Oh, so we’re going to both lose?”

“Maybe.” My sister reached out and took my hands. She put on such a loving smile. “But it’s the only way. Do you trust me?”

I nodded my head as vigorously as possible. “To the end. We’ll cum together! At the same moment. I think…” My heart beat faster. My hand tingled in my sister’s grip. I felt something… something magical between us. That connection we shared as sisters. We’d both come from the same womb. “I think it’s possible. I…”

She nodded. “This is a special place. A place of lusts and fantasies. Where the impossible exists. We desire and love each other. That has to mean something here.”

My heart beat faster. “Definitely.”

On the sandy beach of the autumn side of the Year’s Divide, we rolled onto our sides, my sister’s back to the river. Her futa-dick, still soaked with Officer’s Cindy’s saliva, bobbed before my mouth. And my dirty cock swayed before hers.

She’d get one yummy treat. Lucky her.

I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the tip of her girl-dick. She sucked mine into her mouth. That delicious connection forged by us growing up together, our bond as sisters, united our actions. We moved together, just knowing how to love each other in the same way. Our mouths bobbed in unison. Our tongues swirled in harmony.

Pleasure shot through me. My pussy clenched. I whimpered about my sister’s girl-dick and she moaned about mine. Her passion vibrated the tip. The delight shot down to my pussy. It clenched in delight, my juices flowing as we took more and more of each other’s dicks.

Together, we brought rubbing fingers to each other’s snatches.

I stroked through her fiery bush as she slid through mine. We found each other’s pussy lips, caressing up and down our slits. Such delight tingled up to the tip of my futa-dick buried in her hungry mouth.

It made me suck harder.

Which made her suck harder.

Our fingers plunged into the other’s juicy snatch. My cunt clenched on her digits while I plunged mine in and out of her silky delight. We both whimpered, squirming on our sides, our moans muffled by our girl-dicks.

The futa-fairies appeared.

“My dearest Miss Deidre, no!” a slim, petite faerie with green hair gasped. She hovered behind my sister, the opposite of the busty and vivacious B in every way. Even her voice had this noble and refined accent, something from another age.

“Stop that right now, you little bitch,” B snarled behind me. Her wings buzzed with angry rapture. “You don’t know what you’re doing , Keily. You’ll ruin everything.”

“Surely it is enough for one of you to keep your futa-dick, my dearest Miss Deidre. And you are the eldest. It is your right to have it. I gifted it to you first. Your sister merely tried to usurp it, a despicable ploy birthed in the rotten nightsoil the Winter Esquire employs for her mind.”

“It was a great ploy, Summer Slut,” B hissed. “So quit being a cunt, Keily, and cum in your sister’s mouth first. Stop being her little sister and take command in your relationship.

I shivered for a moment. To be the dominant one. The one with the futa-cock… But… I liked being her little sister. It was so wonderful. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize what we had. I felt so close to her right now.

“You will loose all that fun you have at your college,” snarled B. “Fucking all your classmates. Your hot professors.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring them.

“My dearest Miss Deidre, your mother and the rest of the world will not accept your incestuous relationship. They will revile you for your taboo and depraved lusts.”

I faltered for a moment. Just for a moment.

But Deidre didn’t. She kept sucking so hard, moving in rhythm with me. I had to trust her. And even if we both lost, even if we both stopped being futas, we still had our daughters growing in our bellies, and we would still have our love. Who cared if everyone turned against us? Nothing would change how we felt.

That realization that nothing important would truly change only relaxed me more. I bobbed my mouth wish such passion. My tongue swirled and danced about her girl-dick. I just wanted to make her cum.

I just wanted to give her such pleasure.

I plunged my fingers faster and faster into Deidre’s snatch. I wiggled them around in her, making her moan and groan about my futa-dick. She squirmed, her mouth sucking so hard on mine. My toes curled as the rapture built and built.

“This is how you thank me!” B shouted. I felt her right above me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her glaring face, so twisted with anger. “I gave you that futa-dick! I could have chosen anyone! Your classmates! This horny judge that would so get off sentencing female criminals to suck on her girl-dick. And there was this naughty barista… She would cum in all the drinks for her female customers. They would cum so hard drinking their whipped-cum lattes! But I gave you a chance, and you’re throwing it away!”

“Indeed, my dearest Miss Deidre. I allowed your taboo love for your sister to blossom and flourish. Without my wares, you would still be pining after her, secretly abusing your pussy while sniffing at her panties, aching to cross that line into the forbidden and enjoy her while remaining too terrified of the consequences of such a depraved desire to ever act upon it. Do you have no sense of obligation to repay me for what I have so generously given you?”

Deidre just sucked harder.

So I did as well.

They were using us. They needed the power we generated when we came for some reason. My eyes widened in realization. It was a bluff. My sister threatened to have us both forfeit, but she wouldn’t actually do it. She would force the two futa-fairies to make a deal and let us all keep our dicks.

But we couldn’t act like it was a bluff. We had to pleasure each other with every ounce of our passion.

So I curled my fingers in my sister’s pussy, her digits mimicking mine inside my snatch. I slid along the walls of her cunt to my favorite spot inside a hot twat. I found Deidre’s G-spot and massaged her hard. Her futa-dick twitched in my sucking mouth.

Then she found mine.

Rapture surged from that spot. I groaned about her girl-dick, trembling as I bobbed my mouth. My pussy clenched on her fingers as we rubbed each other’s bundle of sensitive nerves. Every stroke of her digits on my G-spot built and built my orgasm in the depths of my snatch.

And my fingers built hers.

We drove each other wild. We pleasured each other with our digits. We were both so naughty. So wicked. I loved it. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came closer and closer to erupting. To that moment when the futa-fairies would surrender and let us bit h have our dicks.

“No!” B shouted. “Stop that!”

“You are on the cusp of your orgasm, my dearest Miss Deidre. But so is your sister. You must stop this at once.”

“Right now!” B snapped. “Don’t be an idiot, Keily. I invested all that energy in you and the others. You need to give it back to me. You need to repay me! You owe me! We made a deal!”

“This is a breach of our contract, Miss Deidre. I must insist that you stop this foolish and self-destructive endeavor. You both cannot be futanari. One side must defeat the other. That is the cycle of existence.”

I grinned around my sister’s futa-cock and rubbed harder at her G-spot. I trembled, on the verge of cumming with Deidre. They would stop us before that happened. I could feel it. They needed our sexual energy.

“You do not understand!” B shouted. “This won’t work. I know you’re trying to bluff us so you both can be futas. But we are bound to the rules of this game. We cannot change them now. It goes against our very nature. You have to stop. Both sides will be fucked.”

“Please, my dearest Miss Deidre. You both shall lose your futa-dicks. You all shall. Think of Cassandra and Kimberly. Dr. Rita and Mrs. Fatima. They are all depending on you to keep they’re most precious gifts.”

“Stop being a selfish cunt, Keily!”

My eyes widened. They were serious. They couldn’t let us both win.

And Deidre kept going, kept sucking. I closed my eyes, massaged my sister’s G-spot, and sucked her girl-dick hard. If we both couldn’t have our futa-cocks, then neither of us would. We would be equals no matter what.

We came.

Golden light exploded from our souls, birthed by our incestuous love, as our futa-cum spurted into the other’s mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean Sidhe

I flinched from the golden light. It bathed around me, touching me, pouring into my soul, into my essence. Love violated my being. I shuddered at the metaphysical energy gushing from Keily as she hit her orgasm, feeding me more than her usual sexual energy.

What was going on?

I trembled, standing in the heart of a sun, a nova of passion and love. I felt the depth of affection between the two sisters as their orgasms spilled through their body at the exact same second. It united them, bridging their souls together.

My futa-dick spurted cum. I heard the Summer slut whimpering nearby. Something hot splattered my belly. Salty jizz. I felt the heat of Summer’s spunk running down to my purple bush, matting down my curls as we both kept orgasming.

My pussy convulsed. Rapture surged through me. The golden light twisted my soul, seized it in a powerful embrace. Fingers of love hauled my essence out of me and brought it towards something else. Something that blazed with warmth and change, touching them together and…

“No!” I screamed in horror even as the rapture and love melted my mind.

“This cannot be possible!” whimpered the Summer… Esquire.

The golden light vanished.

I stood in ankle-deep snow. Winter was around me. It had swept down into the valley to the Year’s Divide, freezing half of the river. On the other side, spring had blossomed into the glory of Summer, verdant fields ripened by the sun’s rays swept down towards the river which flowed even faster on the other side.

“They seasons are touching,” I said in awe.

“Impossible,” breathed Leanan Sidhe, her slender body dripping with my cum. She stood in a small pocket of melted snow, revealing the sandy beach. Her dainty toes flexed into steaming sand.
“More than possible when mortals are loving each other,” a rich voice purred.

Querciola appeared between us in the blink of an eye, golden motes raining off her lush body. The wild fey gave a giggle of delight as she spun around in the snow, her big breasts heaving. She lacked a futa-cock. Only us true fairy had those.

“What have you wrought, Querciola?” Leanan Sidhe asked, the Summer Esquire’s silver eyes wide in awe. “You have changed the fundamentals of Faerie.”

“I didn’t do anything but facilitate love,” Querciola said. “You forget, that’s my domain. I just let those sisters share their love in my body. It was all up to them. And since you were connected to them, they”—she grabbed Leanan Sidhe’s dick then my cock in her hands, pulling us closer—“bridged you together.”

I gasped as the tip of my girl-dick nudged Leanan Sidhe’s. The Summer Esquire’s eyes grew even wider. Her gossamer wings hummed behind her as Querciola massaged our throbbing crowns together. Pleasure shuddered down my shaft, my pussy throbbing and clenching.

I felt something… Something lurch in my soul as I stared into Leanan Sidhe’s eyes. Then I groaned. “You didn’t, Querciola?”

“I didn’t do anything,” the wild fey who embodied love said with a smile. She kept rubbing our dicks together. “You’re the one who made a patron out of Keily. You chose the lover of one of Summer’s futas. You made this all possible with that naughty act. So you only have yourself to blame now.”

“This is impossible,” I said, my heart thudding faster and faster.

“No, no, nothing is impossible when the most powerful force in the universe is unleashed.” Querciola threw her lithe leg over our cocks, straddling them. She pressed our tips into the wet folds of her pussy. “Now let me feel the force of your newly blossomed love. Too long have you two played your game, using mortals as your puppets as you refused to face such a simple fact, oh Esquires of the Summer and Winter Courts.”

“What’s that?” I demanded.

“She speaks of that gentler spark of love that has ever burned in the depths of our hearts,” Leanan Sidhe answered. “Down through the many eons, have we ignored that little coal, both of us hoping it would, through our deliberate neglect, suffocate and snuff out, thus ridding us of its bothersome heat in our breast. I am afraid that our patrons have instead inflamed our coals. They now blaze so bright. Can you not feel that wondrous heat burning in your heart?”

“Yes!” I hissed, shuddering as my dick throbbed against hers. Querciola pressed on our cocks, forcing the tips into her pussy.

Her snatch pressed us so tight together.

“Now I can’t call you the Summer Slut any longer! And what does this mean for our patrons?”

“Well, our courts shall ever be in balance and no longer in conflict,” Leanan Sidhe said. “It appears we had a tie. The rules we believed unchanging were rewritten the the free will of Mortals”

“A tie? Where’s the fun in that?” I demanded even as I stared into Leanan Sidhe’s silver eyes over Querciola’s shoulder. They were so deep, as brilliant as the moon, the stars.

“I suspect we are about to discover new ways in which to indulge our desires,” Leanan Sidhe said as our dicks speared deeper and deeper into Querciola’s pussy until the pair of us had sandwiched the naughty fey between us, her supple back rubbing on my large tits. “There shall be many fulsome delights that we shall discover together. I find myself to be quite eager to embark on this journey of exploration with you.”

Her futa-dick throbbed against mine, pressed so tight by that silky delight.

“What say you, Esquire of Winter? Shall we, hand-in-hand, set out upon this grand adventure of mutual discovery and most wanton pleasure together?”

“Yes!” I hissed and drew back my girl-cock.

Her clit-dick slid with mine. Then we thrust into Querciola’s hot pussy.

Our wings buzzed and hummed, lifting the three of us into the air. We gripped Querciola tight between us. The embodiment of love shuddered and writhed as our futa-dicks pumped away hard at her juicy cunt. She gasped and squirmed, her snatch squeezing our shafts together. Silky friction burned about my cock.

Pleasure radiated through me.

We drifted between Summer and Winter, crossing the half-frozen, half-flowing river that divided our realms. I gasped and grunted, pumping away so hard at Querciola’s cunt, hugging the pair of them in my arms. Leanan Sidhe’s delicate hands gripped my ass, pulling so hard on me as we fucked the wild fey in unison.

“Oh, my lovely Bean Sidhe,” Leanan Sidhe whimpered. “Oh, I do so enjoy the delight of sharing her cunny with your most rampant prick.”

“Yes!” I hissed. “Let’s pound the little slut’s cunt hard!”

“Mmm, I like that idea!” Querciola moaned, squirming harder, her supple back massaging my nipples. “Flood me with your shared love! I want all that futa-cum dripping out of my snatch.”

“We shall endeavor to produce a copious flood of our jizz to fill your most-wanton pussy, my dearest Querciola!”

“Yes!”

We thrust even harder. Our dicks moved together, pressed so tight. I felt every throb of Leanan Sidhe’s shaft against mine. I absorbed the heat of her passion, savoring our tips pressed so tight. We pumped in and out of Querciola’s stretched out cunt. We reamed her to the hilt. She squirmed between us, her moans singing out across all of Faerie.

My pussy clenched. My dick throbbed, drinking in the friction and converting it into pleasure. It rippled through me, making my ovaries tighten. I hugged them both tighter, rubbing my nipples into Querciola’s back, tingling delights shooting through me.

My toes curled. My feet brushed Leanan Sidhe’s as we flew. I loved the feel of her dainty toes caressing mine. I kept staring into her eyes. Those ancient eyes. We had struggled for eons against each other, trying to dominate each other. Sometimes I would win, sometimes she would.

Now… Now we would play together. Fuck together. Share our pleasure. And it felt even better.

“Leanan Sidhe,” I groaned, my pussy boiling with delight.

“Yes, my sweet Bean Sidhe, let us spill our pleasure into her body. Let us mingle our love!”

Together, we thrust into the Fey of Love’s cunt. The pleasure rippled down my shaft to my ovaries. They tightened. My pussy convulsed. My futa-cum fired out of my dick, spurting into Querciola’s hot snatch.

Leanan Sidhe’s futa-spunk joined mine.

We both groaned, our wings buzzing as our cum spurted over and over again. It pumped hot into the fey’s juicy cunt. It spilled through her. She shuddered, drinking it in. I grinned in utter delight, my breasts rising and falling as such pleasure burned through my body, my dick twitching and throbbing against Leanan Sidhe’s.

Querciola’s pussy convulsed. Her snatch milked our clit-dicks as she whimpered in pleasure. She wrung out every drop of cum from our ovaries. The rapture shot through me as I enjoyed her embrace. I squeezed my eyes shut as my pleasure peaked in me and—

The Fey of Love vanished.

My body pressed against Leanan Sidhe. Our lips met in a kiss, Winter and Summer united through love. I held the Esquire of Summer tight in my arms, our futa-dicks throbbing together, eager to make this journey of discovery with her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Becca Brittany

I blinked my eyes and found myself sitting on my couch in my home in Parkland. The TV was on before us, showing off the fireworks detonating around the Space Needle up in Seattle. I blinked, staring at the clock on the cable box and…

12:01

Only a minute had passed since the New Year began? But I was in Faerie for a few hours.

“Wow, Mom, you started drooling like a zombie there for a minute,” Jenna said. My blonde offspring waved her hand in front of my face. “But I see your back and… Holy shit.”

“What?” I gasped, so confused. Had we won? Had we lost? I remember B vanishing and then… Golden light had bathed me. I felt the sweet love in the— “Holy fucking shit!”

My daughter’s mouth sucked hard on my girl-dick. Not my clit, but my dick.

I stared down at Jenna’s blonde hair swaying as she bobbed her mouth on my futa-cock. The shock of her hot mouth had banished all thoughts from my mind for a moment. I struggled to gather my wits and…

“I have a girl-cock. But it’s in the middle of the night.” I was a Winter futa. We had our cocks only during the day. My eyes widened. “We must have won.”

My daughter didn’t care about any of that. She just loved my futa-dick. I savored her incestuous sucking. I leaned back into the couch and grinned. If I had a futa-dick twenty-four/seven now, I could do news reports at night. I could be an evening broadcaster fucking my guests while my daughter would keep my dick hard with her fluffing mouth.

“I have to call my producer,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my orgasm surging quickly through me as my daughter sucked with all her might.

I grabbed my phone, fumbling for it as Jenna shoved two fingers into my juicy snatch. My daughter moaned about my dick, so eager for my girl-cum to fire into her mouth. My hand grasped the receiver, picking it up.

I hit 3 on speed dial. It rang. And rang.

“Hey,” Luka, my young producer, said when I answered the phone. “The broadcast is going well at the Space Needle.”

“I have my futa-cock at night,” I groaned, my daughter making such obscene sounds as she worshiped it. “You need to get me an anchor spot.”

“Yes!” Luka squealed. “Oh, we are going to crush it in the ratings. The only futa-reporter in the world working for Channel 5 News!”

“Yes!” I moaned and came.

My pussy convulsed about my daughter’s fingers. My futa-cock fired jizz into her hungry mouth. I didn’t last long, so excited that we won, that I hadn’t been defeated by that Arab futa. I shuddered, my toes curling as my incestuous cream pumped down my daughter’s throat.

Delight buzzed through my mind. My large breasts heaved before me as my daughter kept sucking. She drained my ovaries of one load of spunk, and she was eager for another. She continued pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy as I stared at the fireworks bursting across the TV screen.

A new year had begun full of new possibilities.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keily Reddings

My eyes snapped opened. My sister hugged me in our bed. Just like she had when it hit midnight. I let out a squeal of utter delight as I squirmed against her. Our breasts were pressed tight, and our futa-dicks throbbed together, which felt so…

Wait…

My futa-dick?

I had a futa-dick! It was night, and I had a girl-cock.

“Deidre!” I gasped, my hips humping my shaft against hers. “We’re both futanari!”

“I know!” my sister said, a huge smile bursting across her lips. “Ooh, and you’re just throbbing so hard, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head. “This is the awesomest thing in the world.”

The door opened. Our naked mother appeared. “Well, I see you two didn’t have anything to worry about after all.”

“What? We were gone for hours and hours,” I said. “And we had so much sex. We fucked Officer Cindy and beat her, and I had so much fun with Becca Brittany. She fucked my pussy, Mom! The Becca Brittany. And I sucked her cock and drank her cum and look!” I bounced up from my older sister and grabbed my futa-dick. “Look at this! I have a cock at night now, too!”

Mom’s eyes bulged. Her brown hair swept about her shoulder as she shuddered in delight. Then she stumbled to the bed in a trance, her large tits jiggling before me. I grinned at her as she straddled me, rubbing the very pussy that birthed me onto my futa-dick.

Her cunt engulfed the tip, swallowing it in incestuous heaven.

I groaned as she took my girl-cock to the hilt. I buried my face into her round breasts, squeezing them, as her pregnant snatch bottomed out on my dick. I shuddered. My sister and I had bred our mother. She had twins growing inside of her.

“Mom, we’re going to have so much fun now,” giggled Deidre as she moved on the bed. “And there’s something that Keily has always wanted to do.”

“Yes!” I moaned as I felt my sister’s girl-dick nudging at the entrance to Mom’s pussy.

“No way,” Mom gasped, her snatch clenching down on my dick.

“Both your daughters want to be in you again,” purred Deidre as she pressed forward. “At the same time.”

I felt her girl-cock slid into Mom’s pussy. Our sexy mother shuddered as Deidre probed deeper and deeper. My older sister’s futa-cock slid along mine. I whimpered into Mom’s breasts as she trembled atop me, her cunt growing tighter and tighter.

Until Deidre’s cock was in as deep as mine, our crowns throbbing together.

Mom squeezed down on them. She let out a whimpering moan of pure lust. Then her hips moved. She worked her incestuous cunt up and down our dicks, stirring that pregnant snatch around on our shafts.

“My baby girls are both in me!” she whimpered, her tits jiggling around my face. “Oh, yes, this is amazing!”

“It is,” Deidre moaned and then began fucking our mom.

As Mom’s pussy worked up and down on our dicks, Deidre plunged her futa-cock over and over into the hot depths. Her shaft slid past mine, our tips brushing every time she buried into Mom’s snatch. I shuddered, the two different, but amazing, frictions caressed me. My body drank in the dual delights as I sucked and kissed her bountiful tits.

Mom fucked us hard and fast as the pleasure built and built in my pussy. It was so amazing to share Mom’s cunt with my sister. Somehow, we did it. Our love had done something right when we both came in each other’s mouth. As our cum exploded out of us, we bridged the gap between Summer and Winter.

And now I had a futa-dick at night!

“Oh, yes, both my daughters are in me,” moaned Mom. “This is so amazing. I love you both.”

“We love you, Mom!” Deidre moaned.

“Yes,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. “This is incredible. I’m going to… To explode.”

“I know!” Mom groaned then slammed down our dicks.

Her pussy grew even hotter, even tighter, as she came. Her juices flooded out of her snatch as her flesh convulsed on our dicks. That sucking delight surged down my dick to my pussy. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, and erupted.

My futa-cum burst out of my dick. It pumped into Mom’s snatch. My girl-cock throbbed against my sister’s shaft. The pleasure surged through my mind. Such incestuous ecstasy filled my mind. I reveled with my older sister and mother, sharing my seed.

“Mom!” Deidre moaned. Then her cum joined mine, spurting into our mother’s depths. It swirled around inside of her and our dicks stretching out our cunts.

“Yes!” Mom whimpered, squeezing me tighter into her breasts. “Both my wonderful daughters!”

I shuddered in delight. Deidre did it. She saved us both. She was so awesome. I loved her so much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Fatima Samara

I shuddered as I came on my daughters’ faces. All four of them knelt on the floor before me, pressed cheek to cheek with the twins, Basima and Naila, at the center. I trembled in the embrace of my sister, her pregnant belly rubbing on my lower back. I groaned, painting ropy lines of spunk on their eager faces. I drenched Sa’dia forehead and splattered a large load on Ayesha’s lush lips.

“There you go, girls,” I panted as the last spurt of cum fired from my dick. “Enjoy your day at college.”

“Yes, Mother,” the four pregnant girls said.

They were six months pregnant now and showing it. They all managed to stand with youthful grace despite their swollen bellies. Their breasts jiggled in their skimpy clothing, My cum ran down their dusky features as they all darted for the door to catch the city bus to their college. It was late May, the sun already up for an hour as they stepped outside.

“I hope we can beat Washington College today,” Ayesha said.

“Not with the futa-cheerleader out on the field,” Sa’dia said. “But at least it’s hot to watch.”

“I’m going to eat your pussy so hard during the game,” Basima exclaimed before the front door shut leaving me alone with my sister.

She grasped my futa-dick, idly stroking it as I savored her pregnant form against mine. It was so wonderful being free of Tarik, our ex-husband. Our house was full of such love, and having my futa-cock permanently gave so many opportunities to love each other.

But soon the house would be filled with my newest daughters. Then I could breed my harem all over again.

“We need to get you to work,” Samara sighed. “You have that important meeting.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ms. Ji-Woo Kim

“I think we are ready to launch the new product,” I said, staring at my naked employees sitting around the board room table. I stood at the head, my futa-dick throbbing before me. We had gone back to normal 9 to 5 since I had my dick full time now. We didn’t need to start at sunrise to sunset to maximize the time when I had my girl-cock. “You’ve worked hard the last five months on this product. It’s going to take Mizzytique to the next level. You all should be proud of yourselves.”
They all grinned at me, staring at my futa-dick with such hunger in their eyes. Their incentive to put their all into making my business a success. They wanted my girl-cock plundering their delights, fucking them so hard. They craved it.

I loved being the futa-boss. “I supposed we’ll start with Brittney. You did a great job getting his product prerecorded by a record number of stores.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing up, her breasts quivering.

“Bend that rump over,” I said with a naughty smile. “I’m feeling like tasting that fine ass.”

She giggled and did.

“And I think Florina has earned going next,” my newest employee, Mrs. Fatima, said. The Arab MILF grinned at the Hispanic woman while stroking her dusky futa-cock. Winter and Summer futas could have so much fun now. I wasn’t mad at all that she escaped me when we met during the contest in Faerie months ago.

With her, I could have even more employees. My Vice President of Futa-Rewards would let me grow my business even larger, the pair of us able to satisfy so many women. I grinned at her, loving the way her big, dusky breasts swayed, as together we thrust our cocks into our sluts.

I groaned at the feel of Brittney’s tight bowels engulfing my dick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Rita Jones

I enjoyed working days. It was so wonderful to see the sun, to feel it on my naked breasts as I strode into St. Claire Hospital, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. It was warm enough today I didn’t need to wear any clothes. Everyone here knew who I was and what I could do.

Patients streamed from around the world to be healed by me. The men took the elixir, while the women I tried to serve personally. My two girlfriends walked naked at my side, Carly’s body pale and fair, her blonde hair sweeping about her shoulders while Pita had golden-brown skin and a curvy ass.

“Going to be a good day,” Pita said. In addition to being my girlfriend, she was also my nurse.

“So many women you’ll save,” Carly said, hooking her arm in my mine. My blonde girlfriend had once been a woman in need of saving, the first I ever healed. My sleeping beauty.

It was such a rewarding life using my futa-cum to heal. It was miraculous. And every time I came, I fed the futa-fairies that sexual energy they craved so badly. Thanks to those two sisters, none of us lost our cocks. We each got to enjoy our wish in our own naughty ways.

I reached the ward where my patients gathered. I threw it open, a bevy of naked women awaited, some sickly, some sporting bandages, but all eager to be healed. To be showered in my futa-cum. And I had so much to give them.

My girlfriends grabbed my futa-dick, stroking up and down it while they both sucked on my nipples. My pussy clenched, pleasure surging through my body. I let out a whimpering moan as the women crowded around me, kneeling, their faces so eager for the cum to erupt out of me and rain across them.

I loved being a futa-doctor.

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Officer Cindy Matheson

“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard during the game,” I texted to my girlfriend as I sat parked on the shoulder of the I-5 near the military base. “You’re going to scream your pretty head off.”

“Promises,” Marcie texted back a moment later. “Mmm, you’re going to make me cum so hard in pretty Keily’s mouth.”

I grinned, picturing that pregnant, auburn-haired girl sucking on my girlfriend’s futa-dick. I squirmed in my seat, the traffic streaming down the freeway past me. My radar gun beeped each time, the speeds all around 60 MPH.

“Give her a big load of jizz from me,” I sent, my pussy growing juicier and juicier, my futa-dick throbbing. I sat naked in my patrol car. I didn’t bother with my uniform on this warm May day. I only wore my gun belt. “Just pump it down her throat.” She and her sister Deidre earned the right to enjoy our bodies whenever they wanted for what they did.

Those two minxes may have beaten me, but they also ensured that every futa kept her cock. I thought Deidre was trying to trick me when we fought. But she was on the up-and-up after all. I just was so driven to win I refused to listen her. I hated to lose.

But losing had set me free.

I loved having a cock at night, too. There were some hotties speeding after sunset, girls heading to parties or clubs, that needed to be punished for there wicked behavior.

“I will,” Marcie groaned.

My radar gun beeped loudly. 97 MPH flashed in red letters. Thirty-seven over the speed limit.

I grinned at the silvery car zooming down the freeway. I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, hit my lights and sirens, and gave chase. My futa-dick throbbed in anticipation as my patrol car’s engine growled with the hunt.

I had a naughty speeder to catch and punish.

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Ms. Marcie Baumgarten
“And what was Shakespeare trying to say with Hamlet’s to be or not to be line?” I asked my class, the boys were in the back almost paying attention while I had the rapt attention of the naked freshmen in the front row.

My clit-dick throbbed in my daughter’s mouth. It was her turn to get cum. Keily sat back at her desk now, the futa sitting happily, my girl-spunk leaking from the corners of her mouth. She looked so sexy with that round belly of hers. She was showing far more than my daughter or my girlfriend’s daughter, Amber.

She sat beside Keily, bred by Cindy just like I’d bred my daughter, Belinda. They weren’t the only pregnant girls in the class. Yunjin, Ms. Kim’s daughter, also sported a baby bump. The Korean girl had a naughty smile on her face as she watched Belinda bob her mouth up and down my dick.

“Yes, Yunjin?” I asked, pleasure surging through me. I loved teaching while having a schoolgirl suck on my futa-dick.

“I think Shakespeare was trying to show us how fear is what makes men cautious. That the more you’re aware and able to understand the consequences of your actions, the harder it is to make decisions that involve such risk. It’s why the older people get, the less likely they are to do dumb things. Hamlet is maturing since he’s able to recognize the consequences of his actions.”

“Nicely said,” I said, my pussy clenching, Belinda sucking so hard. “Mmm, yes it is and… Belinda!”

My futa-cock erupted. The girls all groaned, licking their lips in envy as my daughter gulped down my creamy spunk. Pleasure surged through me. Such a dizzy delight that had me rising on my toes, my big breasts bouncing before me.

I loved being a futa-teacher.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Miller

The crowd roared as I did my high kick, flashing my pussy and futa-cock at them. It was still daylight out, and I loved that I could cheer with the sun shining. That I could savor my exhibitionist fun no matter when the game was held. My youthful titties bounced along with the others on my team.

“And Kimmie is getting the crowd pumped as the third inning starts,” the announcer said in that pumped voice he always used when talking about my antics. “What naughty acts will Kimmy perform tonight? Will she fuck her little sister? Or will she pull another lucky girl out of the stands and take her hard?”

The crowd just roared louder. Half-naked girls pressed at the front, flashing their tits at me. I spotted Ms. Marcie and Officer Cindy in the crowd, each fucking a tight, young cunt, giving their partner the treat of a futa-cock reaming their depths.

I shuddered, spinning around and shaking my rump at the audience, my short, pleated skirt swaying about my butt, my futa-cock slapping into my inner thighs as I wiggled back and forth. My sister bent over before me, shaking that yummy rear at me. My futa-dick throbbed.

“It looks like Kimmie’s going for her little sister’s asshole!” the announcer boomed somehow knowing my actions before I even made them. Well, it was the magic of my wish. “Jamie is going to get sodomized hard by her older sister.”

“Yes!” Jamie squealed as I leaped on her.

“And meanwhile, bases are loaded once again. The Washington Jaguars are pumped up by Kimmie and her fellow Pussycats. The poor Franklin Pierce Falcons look to have another scoreless game. But I don’t think the players care. They’re too busy watching our cheerleaders. Yes, you can see them in the dugout tensing and—

“Kimmie has penetrated her little sister’s rectum! She’s buggering Jamie hard. Look at her tits bounce. The Falcons are loving it. They’re not paying attention at all to our Jaguars stealing around the diamond.”

I grinned, enjoying my little sister’s asshole, fucking her for the entire world to see. I loved being a futa-cheerleader.

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Cassandra “Cassie” Riley

“You are so sexy at five months pregnant,” my MILF lover purred. Alessa poured the coconut oil across my swollen belly. Then her gentle hands rubbed it into me.

“Thanks, I need this,” I moaned, my futa-dick so hard. “That game was hot. Did you see how hard Kimmie was buggering her little sister?”

“I bet you wish you could be out there enjoying her sloppy seconds,” Alessa said, her hands working.

“If only I wasn’t so pregnant,” I said and smiled at my older lover. She was such a beautiful goddess with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I shuddered as my daughter shifted inside me, loving giving the massage as much as I savored receiving it. Her hands moved over my swollen belly, making me shudder. I hadn’t expected to become pregnant. I was fairly certain that Mrs. Fatima had knocked me up when we made love in Faerie, but it could have been another futa. But Mrs. Fatima just had a thing for breeding barely legal girls, like all four of her daughters. Leanan Sidhe’s magic probably ensures her dick bred anyone.

I mean, I was on the pill when she fucked me.

I shuddered when my MILF lover reached my girl-cock. She stroked it hard with her oily hand, her blue eyes twinkling at me. I squirmed, my pussy clenched in utter delight. My wish made our love possible, too. She’d been unhappy in her marriage.

“You’re happy, right?” I asked.

“Of course I am,” Alessa said with a motherly smile. “Mmm, even if you’re pregnant with another futa’s daughter.”

“I’m not worried about that,” I said. I bit my lip. “You know I made a wish, right? To get you to love me.”

Her hand paused. “And did you think all those times I was prancing around my in my bikini before you and my daughter I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? That I didn’t enjoy you drooling over me?”

I frowned. “What are you saying?”

“That… That I already had a bit of a crush on you.” She smiled at me and started stroking my cock again. “That I was thinking about doing things with you. If I wasn’t married, it might have happened before you gained this dick… But I was scared to say anything, to act. SO I’m glad you became a futa. It gave us both the courage to take that step.”

I beamed at her. “It did, didn’t it?”

“And I’m not sad one bit,” she continued. “I love you, Cassie.”

I took a deep breath. “Then will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Before Alyssa could kiss me, her daughter Lana (who was also my best friend) burst into the room. She let out a squealing moan and threw herself onto the bed with us. Her blonde hair flew about her face as she hugged her mother and me.

“This is so awesome!” Lana said, her voice bursting with joy. “You’ll be my mommy, Cassie. Which means when we have sex, it’ll be incest!”

“Such a dirty girl I raised,” Alessa said.

Lana beamed at us both. “Now let’s celebrate. You have got to fuck Mom, Cassie. Then I can lick her clean while you fuck me.”

“Then I get to lick you clean?” Alessa asked, arching an eyebrow at her daughter.

My clit-dick throbbed. It was so hot sharing Lana with my fiancee. I loved be a futa!

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Deidre Reddings

I sucked my sister’s cock hard while she moaned around my girl-dick. We lay on our sides, the most comfortable position to have sex now that we were nine months pregnant. Summer vacation was almost over and we’d be giving birth soon just in time for classes to start out. I’d be a senior.

My breasts pressed into Keily’s round stomach. Her tits, swelled larger by her pregnancy, rubbed into my baby bump. We both moaned, squirming on the beds as we nursed on the tips of each other’s clit-dick.

We couldn’t bob our heads. If our dicks weren’t so long, we couldn’t even sixty-nine because of our bellies.

But they were. So we loved each other with our mouths.

I savored every day since our victory. They were all so precious, made possible by our incestuous love. I was so happy that Leanan Sidhe sent me that letter over a year ago. That she made this all possible. My life was such a wondrous dream.

“You two are so beautiful,” Mom said as she watched us. I could just see her cradling her swollen belly, too. Like us, she was ready to give birth to her twin daughters.

I shuddered, loving her eyes watching. My mouth sucked harder on Keily’s dick. She whimpered about mine, her tongue dancing around the crown. My pussy drank in the sensations, growing wetter and wetter. My orgasm built and built in me.

The bed creaked.

Then we be squealed in delight. Hot cum fired from our futa-cocks. Keily’s spunk spilled into my mouth, that wonderful, creamy delight. I shuddered, gulping it down while I filled her mouth to the brim with my spunk.

She swallowed down every wondrous drop. It poured down her throat as I gulped down hers. My orgasm washed naughty pleasure through my body. I squirmed and groaned as it burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

“You’re both so beautiful,” Mom groaned.

I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard. The pleasure surged through me and…

My lips popped off my sister’s cock as a powerful contraction rippled across my belly. “Oh, no.”

“What?” Keily asked, my cum dripping down her chin. “What’s wrong?”

“I think…” My eyes widened. “I think I’m going in to labor.”

“It can be brought on by orgasms,” Mom said.

“I’m going to be a mommy!” Keily squealed, sitting up, her pregnant belly swaying before her. “Yes!”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my heart beating with excitement. Our daughter was ready to be born.

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Leanan Sidhe

My wings fluttered as I stared into the Reflectory’s pool, watching the happy family as they cradled their futa-daughters. Over the last two days, Keily, Deidre, and their mother had given birth. They were all in the same hospital room, holding their infants.

Each one a little miracle made possible by Bean Sidhe’s naughty magic.

“They’re beautiful,” my futa-lover said as she nuzzled against me from behind. The surface of the Reflectory frosted over for a moment before the ice melted back into the image. “Just look at what they created. Mortals are so amazing.”

I nodded my head. Unlike us fey, they weren’t born out of energies but made life by combining their seed and eggs. If Bean Sidhe and I hadn’t made our pacts with Deidre and Keily, then those four infants couldn’t exist. They were something impossible to exist in nature, born from women impregnated by other women.

Keily held April in her arms while Deidre had Fiona, kissing her cute head. Their mother held her two daughters, fraternal twins, half-sisters each with a different futa-mother. Little Karen gurgled while Danielle slept.

And they weren’t the only impossible children created by our fairy magic. Mrs. Fatima’s entire harem had given birth last week. Five more futa-daughters born into the world, each one as cute as the lusty Arab MILF.

And she was eager to breed her women all over again.

“Well, Summer Slut, we did great work,” Bean Sidhe said as she hugged me from behind, her futa-cock pressing on my ass. Once, calling me “Summer Slut” would have angered me, but now I cherished the words. Her love for me had transformed them into something utterly endearing.

“Why I have found the perfect candidates to be our patrons,” I said, wiggling my hips. “It’s been fun playing in Parkland, but I found this quaint town that could use our touch.”

“You are talking less and less formal every day,” Bean Sidhe said. I heard the grin in her voice. “Soon you’ll be swearing and sounding positively modern.”

“You’re a bad influence,” I said, my words growing throaty as her futa-dick pressed on my asshole. “You’ve corrupted me with your vulgar speech and licentious behavior.”

“Not wholly if you are using licentious.” She thrust her futa-cock into my bowels. My own girl-dick throbbed in delight. “Now show me this new place for us to have fun.”

I grinned, waved my hand as she thrust her futa-cock so hard into me. Love had forever changed how Faerie worked. Now I just wanted to spread it. To let more women experience the joys of being futanari and find such passion with others.

And I would do it with the Esquire of Winter at my side. Or, well, in my asshole.

“Thank you Deidre and Keily for the purity of your love,” I moaned as Bean Sidhe fucked my bowels hard. “I hope you are forever happy together, raising your daughters, and loving each other!”

The END of The Futa-Fairies

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Ever since seeing The Indian in the Cupboard, I always wonder what it would be like fucking a Barbie doll,

The weirdest thing happened tonight.

I am a 20 year old, tall and between lean and muscular. I have a daughter. I got my girlfriend pregnant back in high school and my daughter was born when I was 17 and my girlfriend was 16. We broke up after the pregnancy. She wanted an abortion and I wanted the baby, so I got my way. She is 3 years old and she loves her Barbie dolls.

When we were out one day we went shopping around some garage sales, so one street we went down was in the bayou and in the middle of nowhere. We followed the signs and we found this ran down house hut right on the water. So we got out of the truck and my daughter yelled out, “They have Barbie!!” Then there was this older black woman with long dreaded hair ran up to me with four boxes of dolls trying to force them onto us asking for .50 cents a box. They looked a little odd and had weird feeling about them and my daughter said, “Ok,” and with the some of the money gave her, gave the woman $4, my daughter is very smart.

When we got home, Lizzie went right to her bedroom up the stairs and I had to carry boxes of dolls up the stairs. As I was walking to room from kitchen to her room up the stairs, I noticed few of things about the Barbie’s. One, the hair on all of the dolls looked silky and real and instead of shiny kind of coarse hair. Second, there was amazing amount of detail in the makeup design. And third, saw bits of a mound in breast area were the nipple would be. I set the box down on the stairway and just took a peek and there was an amazing amount of detail with the pussy and tits and the plastic even felt little like skin. I thought I wouldn’t mind, if anything I need to teacher her about the female body I would with the dolls. When I got up to her room, I saw her already getting the doll house that I built for her 3rd birthday.

***

Later that night, I woke abnormally horny and I haven’t felt this way for a long time. I tried going back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I looked at the clock and it was 10:30 and I thought you know what I will grab one of the new dolls. So, when I was going through the dolls and I noticed on with good size mounds not like the normal small perky Barbie tits. She was a blonde with down to her back and wavy. She was gorgeous I grabbed her and to it to my room and undressed her I noticed if this Barbie was at human scale she would probably have a natural 36H breast size. Unsheathed my throbbing warm 7 inch thick cock and started to rub on the doll where the boobs and the pussy are. I turned on a porn video that I had and opened up a Playboy. Since the doll didn’t feel like plastic and more like skin it I felt cum shoot right out me within seconds and I kept shooting cum. It was the most cum I released ever. I saw the doll covered in cum and I just I needed wash it before giving it to Lizzie, so I set the doll on my nightstand and laid back and fell asleep.

***

At midnight, a very humid and warm breeze comes through my opened window and there was rattling throughout my room and the house. Then, there was this bright bluish light radiating out of the doll. Starting out of her eyes, then out of her mouth that shot open and every other hole her body. Her body spasm as if she was alive. Then the doll was set back down on the nightstand. Doll looked like a real person except for her being so small.

I woke, I felt stroking at my rock hard cock and I felt like I already had some pre-cum oozing down my cock. I looked at what was stroking my cock and it was the Barbie and that sent me over the edge and I cummed all over her. I just felt this urge to just force my half-staffed dick right into her mouth. I knew the doll had a small mouth, but I did anyway and forced all the way to the back of her throat. I hear a muffled moan and gag as I did this. She started bobbing up and down, like she knew what she was doing. Then I felt to small arms messaging balls and it felt amazing then it sent me to the edge and I then I cummed again. I looked down and few more Barbie’s standing at my feet. I took the Barbie that I took from Lizzie’s room earlier and started playing with her cunt.

Started with her clitoris and then her inner thighs and moving right into the pussy. Her pussy was extremly tight then I felt her hymen was still intact. So, went in and out without popping her cherry, just yet. Then as she was standing, she started sway back and forth and then moving her upper body back and forth. Her limbs started to spasm, and then there was this thrust forward of pelvis and this great arch in her back and a scream. There was this great warm love juice flowing down my finger.

As I was doing this the Barbie at my feet started rubbing against my feet and started humping and grinding my feet. She was like a horny animal that can’t control her actions. As I was sliding my finger in and out of the doll’s pussy, I took my other hand started jerking off to my sight. Then I took my finger and have her lick her juice off my finger. As sucked my finger cum straight up in the air. The doll just fell to her knees and fell flat on her stomach in exhaustion. The doll that was stroking balls walked to girl that was humping feet started making out. The mouths were meeting as parted lips their tongues and saliva was going in circles of each tongue.

This turning out to be an awesome night.

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Posting over a story of mine from a site called Undertow, I am hoping there are fans of reverse ryona here, that would like to see more of this. It has death, gore and sexual gratification resulting from it, so be warned. Feel free to review, or contact me if you’re interested in roleplaying that could be transformed into new stories.

This chapter contains toilet play and watersports, as well as significant gore. At one point, there is a temporary transformation into a shemale.

Wonder Woman had killed many men, and sent a lucky female into unconsciousness following passionate lesbian sex, all during a mission to defeat terrorists occupying a large research complex. Due to certain events, her moral compass had altered direction, and now, the Themysciran princess stood in a room with one male hostage she saved from the terrorists, ready to kill him, just like she offed his colleague.

He had come, turned on way past the point of self-control by the incredible lesbian sex between this fierce warrior and his co-worker. During those moments, Diana ignored him, but now, she looked at his unusual brown haircut, and the dark spot in the front of his gray trousers.

“Get ready to die!”, shouted Wonder Woman, and as the scientist gulped, she ran towards him with blistering speed, launching a left thrust kick which caused the hapless male to double over, setting up a brutal backbreaker.

She grabbed her newest victim by his balls, while also gripping the back of his neck. The male whined from the painful squeeze on her testicles, but his cries would be much louder once she lifted him up above her head, and slammed his back across her left knee.

The hard crunch made the Amazon orgasm instantly, smiling as the scientist’s legs flopped, while he pissed himself, crying and screaming as he could no longer feel his legs.

Quickly removing her left hand from the back of his neck, she used it to pull the crippled man’s head up into her ample chest, trapping him within this erotic prison.

The broken scientist twitched and squirmed, but soon, he began to lick and suck on his tormentor’s breasts, making her smirk, and then moan lightly. Realizing he was again getting hard, she swiftly punched him in the groin, enjoying his wailing and forcing him to suck harder on her nipples, while her breasts slowly smothered him.

“Make me cum, dickhead… Worship a true Goddess on Earth, and die in her bosom…

These words shattered any resistance to death in the male, as he closed his eyes, using any remaining energy he had to suckle on the nipples of this warrior woman, which were as hard as rock, by now.

Seeing the male’s arms slump down, while his moans slowed down over time, drew a lewd groan from Wonder Woman, as her pussy dripped from the pleasurable feeling of taking yet another male life, while her hand kept a rigid hold on his head, ensuring he had no air.

His final act was a ghastly twitch of the arms, and upon realizing he was dead, the Amazon shuddered, orgasming hard, as she bent her head while holding up her right breast to suck herself, moaning in bliss. She enjoyed herself for quite some time before deciding to move on and track down the remaining terrorists.

Using her superhuman senses, she leant on walls of each room to scan for voices which could belong to terrorists. Most rooms seemed empty, but one was quite loud. She could identify three male voices. The leader was among them. They were discussing what to do, having obtained certain crystals, which Wonder Woman suspected were meant to be used in very powerful lasers, since she saw schematics corresponding to this sort of technology in one of the rooms. There was a fourth one, and apparently, he had just headed to “deal with hostages”!

Diana Prince could have simply let them die, but she didn’t want to see women die, if there were any among hostages. Thus, she headed quickly to try and look for captives. Muffled moans were coming from that room, and the naked Wonder Woman simply kicked down the door, confident she could handle one man.

She was too late for one younger male, who was immobile, slumped back with a bullet hole in his forehead. The middle-aged, gruff terrorist was about to shoot an Asian woman next, but the appearance of a naked woman stunned him, enabling her to kick him in the groin with her boot, causing an immediate yowl and collapse of her foe.

A secretary of East Asian ethnicity, a badly beaten janitor, and what looked like the president of the research company were alive, shocked at the appearance of a naked female combatant, but at least somewhat relieved.

However, the cries of the ballbusted goon made the Amazon change her plans. The sound of a door unlocking told her the three remaining criminals were coming out, trying to escape through the hallway.

Quickly grabbing hold of an overhead projector device in what seemed to be a small classroom, the Themysciran wrapped her legs around the neck of the incapacitated enemy, easily ignoring his hands trying to pry her legs open.

Moaning, she twisted twice, relishing the trembling and pained noises of her victim, as she even got his tongue to flop out and lick at her clit inadvertently, eliciting a loud gasp of ecstasy, before the final twist finished the terrorist off.

“I will return.”, she briefly said to the astounded hostages, before sprinting out to catch the final group of enemies.

They spotted her, and opened fire from across the hallway, but she managed to block the bullets by crossing her forearms, letting her bracelets deflect the projectiles. This caused panic in the three men who had slowed down their movement in order to be able to shoot at the threatening woman.

It didn’t help them at all, and only made it easier for her to reach them. Running at them, she leapt in the air, launching both legs in a spread double kick to knock down two terrorists, while her right fist floored the middle man- the leader of the group. Several pained groans later, she laid on top all three men, ready to kill them.

She stood up, only to sit on the back of the leftmost terrorist, hooking his legs underneath her armpits, as she instantly pulled back, completing the Boston crab, instantly rewarded by the drawn-out sound of vertebrae fracturing one after another, followed by cries of the paralyzed male.

Releasing his floppy legs, she grabbed the one on the right, dragging him over, before standing up, spreading her legs a bit, and placing the goon on her shoulders, facing up.

The torture rack backbreaker is a hold meant to cause agony for the victim, and Wonder Woman was doing that well, slowly twisting the unfortunate male into a reverse U shape several times, making sure to cause simpler fractures before going for the ultimate stretch to make his whole spine crunch.

His screams and cries made her smile and lick her lips, but orgasm would come with the final stretch across her back. Her muscles tensed, from head to pussy to toe, and she pulled.

Her orgasm started the instant she heard those loud crunches, and felt her victim twitch and flop, as he screamed, before seemingly fainting. A river of cum flowed down her legs, as she enjoyed all those sounds of destroyed anatomy. Bloodlust had taken over, literally. The way she wanted to end both crippled men was sickening.

First, she placed the head of the Boston crab victim between her thighs, crossing her legs around him. Next, she pressed the more recent victim’s head against her breasts, crossing her hands behind his skull to trap it in a vice.

And then, she began grunting, getting impossibly wet from the squirming motions of the men, who realized she was crushing them. This aroused her, but also, the impending explosion of her lethal power. Her body grew more and more rigid, as she felt her strength focus on the trapped skulls.

It was one slight crack on the lower victim which set her cry off.

” Hera, give me strength! To break men!!”

Soon, wet crunches and squishing sounds came. Walls became painted with gore, as Wonder Woman became drunk on orgasmic power, convulsing from her latest orgasm. The hostages hard heard all the crunching, screaming and crushing noise, and they were stunned that a woman could be so strong and so cruel. She still had the leader to kill, and in her current state, she had a truly twisted idea.

The princess of Themyscira laid on her belly, and positioned the leader’s head to face her ass, and trapped him a reverse headscissors, just as he was regaining consciousness from that flying fist.

His arms slowly grabbed onto her toned thighs, trying in vain to break the hold. Being trapped in this deadly hold was far from the most humiliating thing awaiting the leader of the terrorists, however.

Her squeeze had the effect of him opening his mouth wide, in a desperate attempt to get more air into his lungs, but in doing so, he would become Wonder Woman’s toilet. He realized this when her puckered hole opened, while her right hand pushed his open mouth to fuse with said hole, easily overcoming his panicked resistance. He had to let the fit woman’s turds enter his mouth, while resistance was punished by increasing pressure on his neck and skull, leading to crushing pain that paralyzed by itself.

Wonder Woman’ moans were obscene and loud, showing sadistic enjoyment in her mistreatment of her final enemy. As she shat in his mouth, her fingers pinched her clit, enhancing her pleasure even further than a thrashing male touching her asshole with his facial features did.

“Lick me…clean me with your tongue, tough guy…”, she said in a mocking tone, shaking her ass to motivate him into obeying the order, with a clear threat of a neck snap implied.

His hesitance frustrated the dark-haired woman, meaning she needed to act on the threat, at least partially. A quick twist to the left made the leading bad guy groan in pain, as he found his limbs tingling and become hard to move. The realization of how close he was to death broke him in, and soon, his tongue darted into the asshole of the sexy Amazon, giving her the experience of a sentient toilet paper that felt great in and on her asshole.

Wonder Woman moaned incessantly, working herself up to yet another deadly orgasm, ready to crush the terrorist leader’s skull.

As pressure increased on his skull, he groaned and croaked, his movements more and more sporadic, while the hostages in the other room could hear the ecstatic moans of the naked woman. One particularly loud cry was the consequence of the victim’s tongue slipping out and accidentally licking Diana’s clit. This set off the Amazon’s crushing orgasm.

Her thighs weren’t applying pressure gradually, anymore. The full force of her squeeze came like a tidal wave, causing successive cracks in the criminal leader’s skull. He twitched chaotically, until Wonder Woman, orgasming hard from the devastation she had caused, pressed one final time, making his whole head explode, culminating in a squirting orgasm that was as beautiful as the mess of gore on her legs and the floor was disgusting.

The three hostages felt hairs on the back of their necks stand up, as even just the audio of that massacre was scary. They feared she might even do something to them.

However, Diana wanted to clean herself, because she planned something with the female hostage, and she knew a gory mess wasn’t appealing. She had spotted a decontamination room on the floor, and took a shower there, removing all the filth and blood of the previous kills from her body.

Afterwards, she finally came to the three hostages, her skin sparkling from water droplets, as both males quickly gained erections, not able to control themselves. She untied the secretary first, and then the two males, removing all of their gags as well.

“Are you alright?”, she asked the Asian female, genuinely worried about her at least a bit, seeing as she noticed significant rope burn on her hands, which had been tied behind her back.

“Yes…I’m fine…thank you for rescuing us…” the brunette spoke, although she still looked at the dead coworker with some sorrow evident in her voice tone.

Wonder Woman noticed this, and spoke rather frankly, trying to make her forget about the male.

“Women are stronger and give pleasure much more than men care for. I killed all those men in here, and made a blonde scientist orgasm hard. Let me show you the power of a woman…”

The admission of mass murder made the hostages gasp, but they had suspected already that the beautiful woman might have that in her.

” But…you don’t have… “, the Asian female started a reply she didn’t get to finish.

” A penis? Watch.”, the Amazon said with determination in her voice, determination to show how wonderous she really was.

Bones cracked and a soft sound of tissue expansion came, but Diana was in no pain. Her clitoris grew, while her pussy closed up. At the end of the process which left everyone shocked, Wonder Woman was not just equal to biological men, she had a longer and thicker dick than most. It certainly applied to the two males in the room, who were ashamed of not matching up to their savior.

Blinking, the secretary showed confusion and disbelief at what her eyes were apparently relaying to the brain. Yet, a soft gasp that came afterwards demonstrated she was now…very interested in this shemale…sexually.

Noticing this, Diana smiled, and began to unbutton the blue blouse of the secretary, something which she finished herself, before moving down to her skirt, then a dark blue bra, and finally, slightly wet panties of matching color.

During this process, Diana kissed her hotly, both of them giving off soft moans which soon turned raunchy and passionate.

Once the secretary’s breasts were exposed, Diana quickly brought her mouth to her right nipple, quickly drawing aroused cries from the woman beneath her. By spreading her legs, the secretary showed her readiness to be taken, and the Amazon wasted little time.

With full confidence in her sexual prowess, Diana thrust inside, advancing into the woman’s love canal, while muffling her moans with her mouth, creating a scene the two males couldn’t help but watch while their hands were quite busy.

Wonder Woman noticed this, and addressed both men, while groping the left breast of the mortal female, and pointing to her balls with her left-hand fingers.

“Who wants to worship me, and have his neck snapped by these legs? Don’t even try to run away.”

” J-just…don’t make me feel too much pain…please…those screams scared m-me…”, the janitor spoke, as he knelt behind Wonder Woman, starting to lower himself down.

“See? Men are wimps…and I will show them all the power of women. We don’t need men, not when I can be more manly than them. I will wage war on these show-off cowards.”, Wonder Woman commented while thrusting faster into the Asian female, giving her a loving kiss.

Finally, she speaks to the male in behind in a partially condescending tone.

” Can’t take pain? Very well. When I cum, I will break your neck, and not crush your skull. I give you my word. Start using your tongue and mouth now.”

The male’s mouth and tongue began to worship the Amazon’s testicles, eliciting soft moans from her, as her crossed legs fixated the male in place, who was soon absorbed in serving this strange woman with magical powers and a silky voice which was irresistible.

These noises aroused him, the older male, and the secretary, who soon screamed in orgasmic bliss, soaking Wonder Woman’s dick and balls, which caused the male slave to suck on them harder. The company president in his 50-s seemed to be clutching his heart a bit.

The secretary’s orgasm was rewarded by another kiss, as Diana felt herself getting closer, thrusting faster and deeper into the secretary. At one point, she broke it, only to yell triumphantly:

“By the power of Hera, I give and take life!! Ahhhh!”

The janitor tasked with assisting Wonder Woman in achieving ejaculation, moans as he feels her balls pulsate and twitch. The pleasured cries of her and the secretary cause him to ejaculate as well, but then a jolt of the Amazon’s thighs fractures his neck, causing him to twitch, while his tongue hung out, before a twist to the right killed him off.

The secretary moaned at the kill, kissing her superhuman lover, as the latter began to pull out, wanting to end the president of the research company. The process which made her more manly than men now began going in reverse, and soon, the final male was looking at a wet pussy.

” If I die…what becomes of the science?”, he asks, looking quite somber and distraught, as he seemed to consider going out into the hallway.

” The females left alive will continue it, but not for the sake of weapon-making. No more wars of men. We will break you all, and achieve permanent peace. Go out, try escaping, and look what is left of the terrorists. Your heart will not be able to handle it.”

Diana’s reply leaves the older male with a blank facial expression, as he actually goes out, realizing this beautiful woman wasn’t chasing him. However, what she said quickly becomes true, as the bad heart of the research company head suffers from the stress caused by seeing all the blood, bones and gore in the hallway, as well as the implications of it. This female was deadly, and she planned to wage war on all males.

Staggering back, he groaned heavily. “Please, no… don’t do that to me…my heart is pounding…”

“Kneel and open your mouth. I will finish you off.”

The man was dizzy and weak, and it was almost not a willful, conscious movement that brought him in compliance with the Amazon’s order. Meanwhile, she helped the secretary get up, and walked over to the man, squatting a bit to place her pussy over his mouth, , before crossing her legs around his neck.

With a moan into the Asian woman’s mouth following a kiss, the Princess began pissing into the male’s throat, the secretary enjoying the show, even as the male wheezed in pain caused by his struggling heart. Realizing the secretary enjoyed watching what she was doing to men, Diana began grinding her pussy into his lapping tongue, lightly stretching his neck out.

” Suck my breasts, and watch me climax on his face.”, she said, and the secretary quickly got down to wrap her mouth around the dark-haired superheroine’s mouth. Within seconds, Diana of Themyscira screamed in bliss, potently lactating in the mouth of the female, while her powerful hips twisted to one side, then sharply to the other.

CRACK-POP-CRK

The rhythmic sound of cervical vertebrae shattering made the secretary orgasm again, arching back as her legs convulsed intensely, to which Wonder Woman smiled, pulling her up for a passionate kiss, while her thighs continued to twist the president’s neck even after his death.

Wonder Woman soon had to leave, but she gained the trust and favor of the female survivors, and this might come in handy for the execution of some of her plans regarding the last war on Earth she was envisioning.

She knew more allies were needed, though.

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True(: All of it. And I’m always looking for a new pet…

~MUST BE VERY SUBMISSIVE. By that I mean a slave must do exactly as they’re told. They are not in charge, they are owned and should act as such.
~MUST HAVE CAMERAPHONE. The purpose of a slave is for them to pleasure their master/mistress. They are to take pictures when&where-ever they are told to, of whatever they are told to.
~MUST ADDRESS THEIR OWNER CORRECTLY. As a female owner, I am to be called Miss, Mistress, Ma’am, Madam, or even Master. MUST BE CREATIVE! This one can be debateable. I prefer a creative slave, so I can say “I want 10 creative pictures” and they will comply. I only do that request occasionally.
~MUST BE POLITE. Please, thank you, yes mistress, etc. I will not have a rude pet.
~MUST HAVE RELATIVELY GOOD GRAMMAR. I do not like people “who tlk lyke dis, err us3 numb3rz N l3tt3r$ 2 r3epl@c3 $tuff”

I’ve only had guy slaves, and i’ve had them: cut and burn their dick– tie up their balls separately– take pix of themselves in public bathrooms– take videos of them jacking off– made them buy panties/studded collars to wear in pix/vids– put things in their butt– and more. a slave must set their boundries prior to beginning their slaveship, because once we’ve begun, they aren’t allowed to disobey

-Age. A pet cannot be under 15 or over 25. I’m not into babies or older men/women.
-Weight. A pet cannot be overweight. There is no attraction there for me. A pet must be skinny or ‘fit’.
-Race. I am not racist, but am not sexually attracted to dark-skinned people. I prefer pale males/females.
-Body Modification. I am alright with breast implants, but not reduction. Tattooes and piercings can make or break your pet potential, depending on where/what they are.
-Body Hair. It’s not allowed. Body hair disgusts me.
*Males Only: Cock size is not very important.
*Females Only: Innocence is sexier than attempting to look sexy.

I’ve had only a few pets that fit in with all my rules and regulations.

One, a sweet older guy (I was 15 at the time, but he didn’t know this), broke under the pressure. I don’t what pressure he meant, because he seemed to be following all of the rules, and happily if I might add. He wore panties, bought a dog collar, everything. He always covered his face in pictures, because he was nervous about the photos being leaked on the internet. We ended on a bad note…

Another pet I had when I was 15 was very cute. He wasn’t into all of the rules, but I let it slide because he was my type in real life, despite being states away. I never showed him what I looked like until near the end, when I decided he had earned it. He ‘fell in love’ with me, and didn’t want to be ‘just a pet’ anymore. He wanted to be with me, forever, and I just couldn’t have it. That ended on a bad not as well.

One of my very favourite pets is named Tony, and I had him twice. Once when I was 15, then 16. I’m sure I could message him right now, and he’d be willing to play a little bit. He followed all the rules (there was no cutting, burning, or public play though), and was a perfect example of what I always want in a pet. I have pictures of him still, on an old phone and an sd card I’ve misplaced since I was 15. He was very pleasant, polite, and had perfect grammar and punctuation.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a female pet. I’ve gotten girls who claimed to be willing, but it never worked out. They were either verrrrrry dark, impolite, fake, unintelligent, or something else. I’m still waiting for the perfect female pet, which will probably never happen. Or hey, maybe I’ll go to some erotic club and find a girl willing to be owned and abused, humiliated and used….

I’ve had an ex-pet drunkenly send me pictures of them with the neck of a bottle shoved up their ass. That was fun. I was on a trip somewhere, can’t quite remember where exactly, and I got a message informing me that an old pet we’ll call ‘Allan’ for confidentiality was drunk. I guess he had forgotten he was no longer my pet. He sent me pictures of beer bottle necks shoved in his ass, and him standing in front of the camera naked with a look of pure inebriation on his face. I still have those, in my email somewhere.

I’ve also had a pet eat his cum, which isn’t that big of a deal, and drink his own piss. We’ll call him ‘Jay’ for this. Jay was a very…needy pet, who fell in love with me after only a couple days. Anyway, I was just beginning to discover watersports, and wanted to watch him piss on himself. That’s all, I swear. But he was willing to drink it, so I said alright, take lots of pictures. It was gross, but pee is sterile, right? Hahaha, awful… He also used his little sister’s vibrating toothbrush in his ass: BOTH ENDS. That’s a bit much, even for me, but it was so fun. I enjoyed his disgusting shenanigans for a while, but he became much Much MUCH too clingy and in love. You can find his number on one of my stories, with a (717) area code. Little bitch thought he was being smart or something when he did that, during a while of not talking.

Tony, my cute and favourite pet, did some cute piss play for me once. I absolutely enjoyed it! I had him go out and buy some panties, which he has the body for, and had him model them for me. When I decided on my favourite, I had him stand in the tub (so as not to make a mess) and film himself pissing in the cute pink panties. It was so very delightful! Another time, I had him jacking off in those panties, and told him to cum inside them. I don’t remember what rule he broke, but his punishment was to wear the cum-covered panties to bed. His climax face is very pleasing, much sexier than his ‘only masturbating to please mistress’ face. I’ve watched his face contort in pleasure over and over, bringing myself to orgasm as I watched him defile the new panties, or cum all over his hand…

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