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SO’s “Mesmer” – Chapter One – Intrusion

After years away I’ve continued my writing with a new tale. One of disturbing themes and perplexing madness. A couple are interrupted in the throws of passion by an attack on their home. Assumptions are shattered as the young man, Maelki, finds himself in a nightmare too vile, and too bizarre, to comprehend.

In The Belly Of The Beast

Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power of her muscles. There was nothing that was not feminine about her, she oozed the sensual glory of a woman but she was also as deadly as she was beautiful. That’s what made them want her.
The leather of her outfit hugged her form tightly and outlined her in a most amazing way. The neckline plunged to the waist revealing the swell of her breasts but not the nipple. Buckles and clasps, all bright chrome held it in a perfect tease as she walked. The legs and hips, like they were painted on showed every twitch she added to her step.
She was, by all accounts anyone had ever heard, quite nice. No one had anything bad to say about her but, people also had little to say about her. Men who lusted her knew little more then her name. Women who glanced at her with catty stares knew little more then they were no longer even in the same room as far as the men knew. But he knew her name and who she was. He knew a lot about her.
She paused and leaned over in an exaggerated stance to pull her thigh high boots taut, she glanced across the room at her. He was smiling at the display she was putting on. He knew it was for him but neither had to say it. He just watched her and smiled and waited.
The men came up to her one by one and in small clutches of insecurity. One liners and compliments meant little to her. They spoke to her look, to the outfit, to her cleavage but not one spoke to her. They thought they knew so much, they knew so little. In fact, all they knew was her name, Destiny.
So much in a name, they would say. We are destined, was another starting point. So many bad puns, so many failed attempts. So much wasted effort. She smiled and was pleasant and spoke to them but said very little. They seemed far more content talking about themselves anyway. She let them puff their chests and thump their dicks and try to sound potent. She smiled and nodded, in her mind, much like you do with small children.
All the time he stared and smiled and waited. She hated that he was so damn smug. So sure she would find her way to him but, she knew she would too. She looked over at him, brushing back her long brown hair and took a good look at him. He raised his glass to her and drank the contents down, a tiny amount dripping down his chin. He slowly slid his tongue out and licked away the red wine and smiled again. She shivered without meaning too, feeling very much that he had just tasted her.
The throng of men and several women had closed in around her and she lost sight of him. They chortled and clucked for her attention but she was over them now. She politely slipped between them, the crowd stayed in tact for a few moments as though they had not noticed their prey had eluded them.
She looked for him and saw him walking to the door, long black riders coat swirling about behind him, almost like wings as he walked. At first annoyed that he was leaving her, she then noticed, her purse was in his hands. He knew when it was time to go and was walking out, knowing she would follow.
She strode after him, smiling and feeling rather aroused. It was odd, the one who did not via for her attentions was the one who would so intrigue her. His hair draped down over the collar of his jacket and as he turned to look at her, he peered out through several renegade strands. His eyes, almost golden in color, almost brown, but something else entirely. His head slightly dipped as he looked, the shadows across his eyes deepened their effect and the gaze went through her like a lightning bolt.
It was in that instant that she realized what she was so enamored with in him. He was, in short terms, as dangerous as she was. That look was pure hunger and she was the main course. She felt her skin go flush as he looked at her, not smiling, but almost devouring her. Every nerve ending came alive just from a glance, she hurried after him.
He walked slowly until she caught up and then handed her the purse without a word. He looked at her and smiled, she opened her mouth to ask him questions but didn’t. Her voice failed her, she just smiled back. He chuckled and reached out and touched her cheek gently with a leather clad hand and smiled. She suddenly felt warm all through and stopped wondering and followed.
He walked out to the parking lot to a bike. A big, new Indian Chieftain motorcycle, top of the line, cherry red. In contrast, the saddle bags were old and worn, the seat well broken in like a saddle. The bike looked old and new at the same time because of it. He threw a leg over and straddled it and waited. She took a deep breath and walked up.
“My name is. . .” she didn’t get to finish.
“Destiny.” He finished for her. “I know.”
“And yours is?” She asked in a quiet small voice, “Please.”
“Wouldn’t it be a kick if it was Fate?” He asked and grinned.
“Really?” Somehow that idea made her heart leap.
“No.” He shook his head. “My name isn’t Fate.” She felt somehow disappointed. “My name is Angel.”
She grinned from ear to ear and stepped up to the bike. Swinging her leg over she snuggled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist as he gunned the metallic beast to life. “Nice to meet you Angel.” She whispered, half to him, half to herself.
The bike was like a living thing. As he gunned it, it roared and thrashed about and leapt to life and raced down the road. She held him tightly as the wind tore at her. His hair swirled in the breeze and seemed to hold her back, keep her safe as they raced along. The beast screamed under them and they shot through the night. It was only then that Destiny realized, she had no idea where they were going. She was just along for the ride.
They went past the business area of town and well past the residential area as well. The bike just roared and carried them almost like they were flying. The world flew by her and she wanted to scream, it felt so free, she felt like she was free.
The warm summer air whipping by at 60 miles per hour was a bit chilly and her nipples pressed against her leather outfit and made her feel touched as they drove along. She allowed her hands to play with his chest and hips a little, to feel him, to feel the power in his form. The more she touched, the more she became aware of her own arousal. Just touching him made her feel weak. She loved it.
He allowed her hands to roam over his body and then under his shirt. He smiled and shook his head. He could feel her behind him, pressing tighter against him. Her hug growing more and more pleading as they drove on. He enjoyed being stroked, being touched, being explored. Feeling her hands on him, feeling her want…her hunger. He knew he had made the right choice.
As they entered the industrial area of town he slowed and took several turns. Winding down the rough roads he urged the bike one way and another, smoothly sliding between the pot holes left from the heavy trucks that went through here on a daily basis. The air smelled of oil and grease and machines, Destiny looked around and the entire world seemed to be one huge never ending machine.
The smell, ordinarily offensive, had a weird effect tonight. It seemed cold and inhuman and yet, sexy. The sound of the beast under them was lower as their speed dropped and she could hear occasional bursts of sound, machines screaming in the night. It was like it was all alive and they were interlopers.
He turned the bike into a short drive that ended in a gate, a big steel gate over chain linked fence. The only sign was a huge Keep Out sign posted on both halves of the gate. She made a little whimper in question and he patted her hand and gunned the bike into the gate. She screamed as they hit it and the gate flung open with a metallic pop and sparks flew from the shattered chain.
The bike was big enough to plow through it, heavy enough to give them nothing more then a momentary twitch as it roared and powered forward. They were in a factory yard, huge pipes stacked all around. bales of wire and piles of steel beams lay on the ground all about them.
He pulled the bike up to the building, she was afraid for a moment he was going to smash through that door too. Instead he stopped and cut the engine. The silence was overwhelming. The beast died as easily as it had come alive and the distant sound of the machines in the night was like a jungle serenade.
“I feel like I’m in a different world.” She said out loud without realizing it.
“You are.” He replied and slid off the bike and offered her his hand.
“It’s like. . .” She was gazing around her at all the steel and pipes and beyond at the other living factories and smoke stacks and lights. “It’s like alive…all alive all around us.”
She slipped off the bike and without realizing it clutched herself to him. “Welcome to the belly of the beast baby…”
She looked up at him, fear showing in her eyes. “It’s OK baby. You’re with me, you’ll be fine.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently and she felt better. It was then she actually realized how much taller he was then her, at least 6 inches. She felt so tiny next to him, so safe. She smiled up at him and went on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
He took the saddle bags and slung them over his other shoulder and with his arm around her, guided her to the door. Reaching back into the saddle bags, she expected him to bring out the key to the door, instead he had a pry bar in his hands. She was suddenly afraid. Was he some sort of thief or criminal? Oh shit…what had she done?
He laughed watching her expression and then kissed her forehead again. He slid his arm from around her and pulled a key ring out of his pocket and produced a simple silver skeleton key. Surely that would not open the door, no lock used those any more. He turned to the door and slid the key into the lock and there was a swooshing sound and a groan and the door swung in. He placed the pry bar on the floor blocking the door from closing again and blocking out the light it let in.
They entered hand in hand, the darkness inside daunting in it’s entirety. It was like a complete lack of light…more…like light was drawn out of it…like it was anti light.
“Don’t be afraid…I’m here.” His voice, so deep and soothing as it washed over her. She took a deep breath and they walked in.
“Where is this and why are we here?” She asked in a hushed whisper, afraid to speak louder for fear her voice would awake the darkness.
“I told you baby…we’re in the belly of the beast. The deepest darkest place around.” She felt him squeeze her hand for reassurance. “It’s OK, I got the key to the beast, we’re safe, you’re safe. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.”
It should have been terrifying but it wasn’t. She almost felt like she had climaxed at his words. She trembled, the fear more delicious then any kiss seemed to zoom through her body like lightning. She was grinning and trying to remember to breathe. She heard him chuckle and knew he knew exactly how she looked and felt. She tried to speak but couldn’t and then his lips were on hers and they kissed. it was a deep passionate kiss, full of hunger and more. Need, deep aching need.
She took a deep breath as he led her on and tried to gain control of her body again. She could feel her nipples aching as they rubbed on the inside of her leather. She could feel her clit swollen and rubbing the leather of her crotch. It was like her whole body was trying to escape the confines of clothing and be naked for him.
The walked in the darkness and she became aware of a low deep thumping sound. Soon other higher pitched sounds joined it. Rhythmic and steady, it was like drums…or a heart beat.
It grew louder and louder as they walked on, other sounds added to it, machines, living machines. Singing, drumming. A chorus of sounds, a cacophony of thumping and screaming and metallic scraping and groaning. Hiss and clashes and bells floated over it. It was like a symphony.
They stopped and she realized she could sense a wall ahead of them. Her breath came back to her, the sounds seemed to reverberate off it. She heard him reaching out and then she saw his key in the dark. The shadows receded and pulled away from it and the wall almost seemed to melt. They were standing in a suddenly very bright hellish red glow with machines off in every direction as far as she could see. The symphony was crushing now, loud and powerful and invasive, it seemed to be trying to enter her.
“Welcome to the beast baby!” He yelled and she turned to him and saw him in the hell glow. His hair was billowing out behind him and the riders coat seemed to be fluttering like wings. The beast…all around them and he stood there defiant of it.
His words were in her head and he kept speaking to her. “Don’t listen to it baby, you have to not listen. It’s not real.” Over and over he told her the same thing and each time his voice was more powerful in her head. His words drove the clanking shrill of the symphony out until it was just the rhythmic heart beat again.
She looked at him, tears running down her face. What was happening? Where was she? For fuck sake, she was just at a fetish party and now she was in some weird sci fi nightmare and she was with him and she was so lost and she was…
He touched her hair and brushed it back and leaned down and kissed her tears. She snuggled her face into his chest. The more she touched him, the more things were OK. Weird and terminally fucked up, but OK. She sobbed for a few minutes and held him close. It was only after she stopped sobbing she suddenly realized something. His heart beat…it was in perfect time with the steady thumping drum in the air.
She listened to his heart and didn’t know if she should be afraid or not. She wanted to say something but couldn’t. She just pressed against him and allowed him to hold her. She wanted to ask him about all this but she knew, in time he would tell her what she needed to know. For now, she held him.
After several long minutes he kissed her head and lead her to a stair well that led down. At first she was unsure but he smiled and she nodded. Together they walked down and down the metal stairs. The machines all around them until finally they were in a darker place, the pipes and gears and steel was all still and quiet here.
His voice broke the silence and seemed to hang in the air. “He asked the dark, what shall I be when the light arrives and learned that in the light, we are all wear masks and facades. The dark gave him truth. It gave him hunger, need, want, and animal instincts. He asked again then why the light? There was no answer for him though.”
“Sweet Kitty Destiny…how does your garden grow?” He looked at her and she didn’t know if she was to answer or not. “With gropes and leers and one liners and bullshit spread liberally all over you by everyone.” She felt she should be offended but it was basically the truth.
“That’s why you asked the dark to come for you. You wanted to know truth. To know what it is like when all the masks are thrown away and all the facades are toppled. You asked the dark to see.”
“I didn’t ask…” she tried to protest.
He placed a finger on her lips and smiled at her. “Yes, baby you did. With every tease and every taunt and every flirt. You begged the dark baby, you begged the dark to come for you.”
He stepped up and looked down at her, their eyes locked, she could not look away. “Here I am. I came.”
She trembled and shook and wanted to cry. Not because she was so afraid. On the contrary, she was more excited then she had ever been. She was trembling because she suddenly realized, she had asked for it. She had dreamed of it. She had begged for it.
“Take me.” She said in a tiny little voice that seemed to be swallowed up in the air.
He smiled at Destiny and obliged her. His form, as large as he was, was faster than she imagined. He was looking down at her and then she was in his arms, swept off her feet in one fluid movement. He carried her like she was no more then a doll to the steel pipes and gears of one wall. There he set her down slowly so she was leaned face first into them. They smelled of oil and grease and machines and sweat.
She was amazed at the cascade of smells that assaulted her and realized also the smell of her own arousal. The steel felt cold under her hands and against her face, sensual and hard and slick to her touch. She grabbed it and cried out, like her voice just leapt from her. The steel understood and braced her up as she leaned on it and his hands began to slip rope about her wrists.
The rope was rough and harsh to her skin as he looped and twisted it in place. The knots holding her in place and then climbing up her arms to her shoulder until she was harnessed on both hands to the steel. Each knot tightened the one before until she was held fast and could not pull away. She moaned and rubbed her face against the cool steel as she was woven into it’s web.
As he began to tie her legs in the same manner, the rope seemed to slither on it’s own and wrap her like a serpent, climbing her and knotting itself into another harness that held her legs spread and tight against the wall. She was captured, in a web of steel and rope, she was the fly. The spider growled behind her and she began to weep.
Feeling his hair upon her neck and his breath at her ear she wept for him, in sheer joy. She wanted to tell him that she wanted so much to be taken for so long but found no one that understood why or how. She couldn’t tell them, admit to these things. She couldn’t explain what she didn’t understand.
How could she tell someone she wanted reality? Nothing but just pure want and need. She wanted hunger and to be the feast. How could she explain that she wanted the darkness to take her and use her and make her kneel? She couldn’t.
But he knew. He knew what she wanted…no…what she needed. He knew and didn’t have to ask. He knew how to and when to and why to take her. He knew everything. So she gave him tears…and she knew he understood that too.
He let her weep and then kissed her neck gently as she stopped. Held fast and never released, he hugged her with rope and steel and cradled her as she came back. Kisses turned to nibbles. Nibbles became bites. As she stopped weeping, the hunger began to grow. Soon the sobs were replaced by moans as he began, as he bit her and growled and took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to lick away the sweet tears she began to moan a deep thankful moan. He understood…dear God he understood.
His fingers slid into her leather outfit. So little room and yet they slid in easily. She shivered at the touch of his leather clad fingers exploring her body, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her. He made no apologies nor sly efforts to be allowed to touch her. He touched her because he wanted to…because she was his to do with as he pleased. There was no need for games. This was hunger.
The his growl lashed out of his throat. It grew and rose and slashed the air as she felt a blade slash away the right shoulder of her outfit. Claws or blade…it didn’t matter. Growling and biting his blade slashed away the left shoulder. She screamed and shook and begged him for more.
The blade sliced through the back of her leather…peeling away her second skin like tissue paper. The sound of the cutting was so finite…so crisp in her ears. His growl screamed out of his throat and he ripped and cut away the front of her outfit, her breasts free at last. She felt the steel on her skin as the blade kissed her, felt her, explored her.
It dipped down between her legs and licked her pussy and then tore it’s way free, shredding her leather pants. It slid down one leg, the blade dangerously caressing her flesh, licking her all the way to the ankle. She didn’t care for the value of the outfit any more…it was useless. The rope pulled back and allowed the blade to strip her bare. To ravage her and leave her exposed.
His hands ripped away the leather over her ass in pure animalistic rage. He howled and growled and bit her so hard she screamed and came for him. The pain was so exquisite and potent. It penetrated her and she came like fire exploding from her. He was in her…She moaned and cried out to him…thank you…thank you….thank you.
The blade played over her skin, it danced on her, taunted her, flirted with her. She wished it could fuck her. the thought of the blade fucking her was so powerful in her mind…being that violated by steel. She wanted it all…”Please please please please.” She was crying again as she begged for more.
His hands, like fire on her skin, struck fast and hard. her ass burned as he spanked her. She had not expected it but she needed it. She needed to suffer for him. She began to thank him for each spank. Each one purged her clean, it burnt her soul pure again. Pain is the ultimate redemption.
He was kissing her and biting her…one hand in her hair pulling it as he spanked her ass cheeks in turn. The leather of his gloves ripping and shredding in the ferocity of the effort. The gloves fell away and his bare flesh struck her again and again, her ass cheeks burning up. The sound was amazing…the feeling washed in waves into her soul. The fire and pain becoming one until she burned for him.
“Yes, sir please sir more sir…more sir…please let me suffer for you.” She cried and sobbed as she begged him. He once again obliged her. Spanking with both hands, the combined impact feeling like it was driving her into the steel web. Again and again until she was part of the steel web and not just attached.
Then silence. Not in the air, within her. Silence of the soul. Purged and cleaned and weeping and silent. Like the world was gone and she was free. Silent…except for his touch. his touch was a song on her skin. It was the heart beat her ears heard. Rhythmic, pounding, steady, music to her soul.
She pushed her head out against him…longing for contact with him. She rubbed against him and when he touched her face she sobbed and kissed his fingers. He pressed close and said such sweet things. Yes,…she believed him…she was such a good girl. She pressed back into him and he kissed her tears away. Yes,…she was perfect right now…she believed that.
She was in his lap, she didn’t remember being brought down off the wall…maybe she hadn’t been. She curled up and he draped his coat over her. She pressed against him, everything was good now. everything was perfect.
Ian walked into the party. He was good looking by any standard. His clean shaven face so handsome he was almost pretty. The girls watched him, they fawned over him. He saw them gathering to surround him. And then he saw her. She smiled at him and raised her glass to him and drained it…a little of the red wine dripping down her chin…

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Daddy Left Us Home Alone

David Larouse didn’t want to leave his two young girls home alone in the middle of the night. His boss insisted he come in and deal with an emergency that couldn’t wait. He locked the doors and thought things were safe when he drove away. He saw the garage door shut completely before turning the corner.

Oh How Love Has Sharp Claws Pt. 1

Darkness to me has always been evil, death, and fear in its rawest form, but that all changed when I meet him. He had come into my life like a raging storm, yet had not left with that same power. My name is Lukus Mark and this is my story of how I meet the love of my life.

Tommy Gets his Slave 4

This is a story that exist in a universe where slavery was not abolished and blacks are still property; it takes place in modern times. If this offends or use of the N word offends you then do not read this story.

Kate Gets a Puppy

During the past week, Kate had begun noticing the same dog every day as she took her morning run. It was an English Mastiff, and one of the largest she’d ever seen. Based on her observances as she jogged by, it stood nearly a meter in height and had to weigh more than 100 kg.

Ravenous Dream

The better part of this was actually a recent dream that I thought was worth remembering. That being said, even though it is sexual, it isn’t a typical sex story. In fact I think it reads much more like a horror or melodrama. Either way I didn’t want to lose it from my mind. Please remember this is a dream, so in that some portions are going to seem unreasonably weird. I have taken a few liberties with it to make it flow as a story should, connecting otherwise disjointed ideas or story lines, introduction of proper nouns, addition of certain details to make it more appropriate for this venue, the necessities to make it readable. But I have done my best to keep its distortion to what I consider a minimal.
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Let me start by telling you about Launa. For all intents and purposes Launa is me. She isn’t me in the sense that I live inside her skin and make her decisions for her. But she is made of the same essence as I am. I know her every thought, her every emotion, every whim, need, and lust, regardless if I am with her physically. She is my lover. And despite knowing everything a person could possibly know even about themselves, she still carries a mystique with me. She is very tall, eye level for me, which makes her too tall for a woman by the standards of most; many men despise having to look up to a mate. But I find her height perfect for me. It is so easy for me to get lost in her deep blue eyes, listening to her thoughts, feeling her as an unrivaled compliment to myself. Her hair is made of dark red spirals that reflect both her excitement and danger to me. That life in her is after all also that life in me, and I adore that aspect of her. She is too thin for average taste, mine also for that matter. Had she been anyone else, without her completeness I wouldn’t have given her a second look based on this. But for her it is worn so beautifully. She doesn’t seem to move like people move. Rather than a series muscle contractions that will accomplish her desired task, her movements just seem to flow from her acutely deliberate desires. There is never the slightest hint of an extraneous or unconscious movement on any inch of her body. At any instant in time if you were to paint her portrait, you would have guessed that there was no better pose, she could have never have been more intimate or more flattering.
There is also Ellie, and Ellie is such a gift to me. She too is every bit as much a part of me as Launa; but she carries a uniquely different role as part of our whole. She isn’t my daughter in the sense that I feel Launa is her mother, by this I mean your standard biologic definition. But then again there is no such male figure for her. Launa is her sole parent by classical definition, a result of parthenogenesis if you will. But she is again my very essence and my daughter in every other possible sense. The prepubescent little angel’s hair is very strait and very black; much shorter than her mother’s at only shoulder length. Her pale blue eyes look so beautiful but so sad. Even when she is happy, it makes me emotional just to look into them. It is clear that they hold much more behind them than people would expect from the small frame. Her thoughts and emotions are as developed as that of any adult. Yet her child-like charms and fancies are present, and they pull at me no less. One of her childish qualities that I adore is her love for her pet. She has spider that plays the role of her best friend, her favorite toy, and her own child. Her relationship with her spider is every bit as developed as one could expect between two people, and I do so enjoy the vicarious pleasure that I get through her from it.
We live on an upper level floor, expansive in its own right. There is a single stone fireplace at the center of one wall and a single window on another. The floors are a rich light wood with beautiful texture and grain. The walls and ceilings are in fact the same thing; the wooden planks arch together to form a pinnacle in the center of the room. It is much like living in a nicely polished attic, except there is no feeling that there is anything odd about it.
The scene starts as Launa gets dressed in a stunning red sequined gown. It is sheer dress that barely hangs from her small breast; it almost appears as if it is held up by her nipples alone. But as always, there isn’t the slightest hint of error or uncertainty about her. She knows that the provocative little piece will always wear just exactly as she wants it to. She is ready to leave. She knows I will not be coming, she didn’t need to ask. Tonight for her is a hunt, and my presence would likely interfere with her nefarious intentions. So she approaches me with a fierce open mouthed embrace. As she bites my tongue, my lips, and my neck, my hands admire her body that is so irresistible to me. Feeling her small breast and bullet like nipples through the thin material makes me grow hard, and her long thin fingers make sure to acknowledge that fact. But we know this is just a tease; there is much to be built upon tonight.
As she leaves I turn my focus to Ellie, who though obviously very happy playing with her spider ask me to join her. Of course I sit down beside her on the floor, pushing back her hair away from her face so I could more marvel at her beauty. I feel so happy and sad while looking at her, either way it feels so good just to be with her. We play games like make believe and fetch with a tiny piece of paper and her spider. But it isn’t long until I am becoming more aware of Launa.
Launa has made her way into the party; a rather over sophisticated and pompous environment by my own standards. It is quite a grand house and very self indulgent; I don’t think that would have struck me so bitterly had it not been for the required level of reserve to accompany such a place. Her elegance fit it beautifully though. But we know she isn’t there for your standard social call. She is much more like little Ellie’s black widow who gives the image of being something like her mate. She flows about the large house taking in the idle chatter and great art as she passes. Suddenly, like a breaking tide she slows for some voices from across the room. She picks up on a small group of guys engaged in a competition of braggart style propositions. She turns her head to catch the eye of one the men, and hold it. For three seconds he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t blink; he just stares across the room into her eyes. Then Launa turns and walks on, she has set the bait for The Mark. The men continue to talk, and the proposition that should have been out of earshot, is not so for Launa. The Mark boasts to his friends that he will have her. He is so confident, so egotistical, and so delightfully perfect for the game. With that Launa continues her stride to the balcony with The Mark psychologically en tow. As she slows to the ledge she is met by the pseudo-friendly voice.
“I will have to say that I don’t know that have ever seen anyone that could claim my attention quite like you just did.” He says with a great smile that looks practiced for sincerity.
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare. You looked busy and I….” Launa replies with an equal measure of feigned sincerity.
Interrupting the mark replies, “You need not worry about that, there is just something about you that told me I needed to speak to you right now; sort of like I was meant to. Do you ever get that feeling?”
With a patently calculated glance to the ground before eying the sky, Launa replies “All the time, I can’t imagine all the beautiful order out there without thinking there must be some place for each of us in it also; something other than the rational.”
“A fan of the stars? Me too. Why do you think they have the phrase ‘star crossed lovers?’ The statement itself implies that there are lovers out there that the stars are aligned for.”
“I like that………You seem like a very easy person to talk to.”
They continue on, for some great length. The stars, the paintings, the guests, stories about family members, stories about old lovers; at every turn Launa lays the bait of seeded conversation and The Mark indulges in the elaborate aggrandizement of his own wit. In a few hours he is utterly convinced that she is absolutely fawning over him.
The Mark finally stands close and places his arm around her waist to whisper in her ear, “I am so glad I met you tonight.”
“I don’t want to go home alone tonight…………Can I come with you?” She replies with impeccable candor.
“I was hoping so. I would be honored. Shall we make our way?”
“But didn’t you say your brother was here with you? I know family is as important to you as it is to me, and I would feel horrible if he was left without a ride because of me.” Launa poses.
Not being the least bit suspicious, The Mark replies. “It is no worry he can find his own way.”
“I insist we give him a ride, it would be unconscionable to me otherwise” she says with such direct eyes and tone that he is unable to consider any other alternative.
With that the three leave. The seemingly innocent surface conversations to the brother’s house revolve entirely around Launa learning just how close they actually are, what they had been through together, how much they mean to one another. But as soon as the brother was dropped off the reconnaissance is complete. Launa grabs The Mark by the hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her hand reaches for his crotch and his for her breast.
After a brief feel she pulls her head away and orders, “Hurry up and drive.”
As he places the car in gear she undoes his pants, pulling his swollen cock out and into full view. It looks so very large next to her incredibly thin fingers. She slides her fingers across its surface with the inhumanly fluid and deliberate motion characteristic of all her actions. She then intentionally lets slide the most devilish of smiles. She knows this first glimpse at sincerity would most definitely be misinterpreted, and she likes the idea of knowing she has given it to him and he is incapable of acting on it. With that she drops her head into his lap and takes his throbbing member between her lips. The strong suck exhibited is paired with a gentle rocking of her head reminiscent of an intensely mellow song. It is pure sensuousness and elegance as only she is capable. Pulling into his driveway, she presses the tip of her tongue to his leaking hole so that the most artistic string of body fluids is drawn between them.
Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His button down shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. She is beautiful. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully unfastens The Mark’s belt and pants without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
She straddles his cock, gasping as it penetrates her. She rides him like a whirlwind. She is dancing upon his cock with all the fury and grace of tempest. Her fluid yet unpredictable flails are accented by her arms, and more particularly her nails that thrash in lovely successive motions. Catching his chest again and again, time after time her claws tear tiny lines in his skin. I know the sensation well; he is most certainly going to feel a great pain from the wounds later, but right now the delightful sting is just fuel for the entirety of the sensation that is to fuck Launa.
I have the slightest hint of jealousy but I know well the game; I know this is something I will suffer for the greater of the whole. I take some comfort in that I know her intimacy with him is not the same intimacy that she has with me. It is mimicry, an especially elaborate one but mimicry none the less. It is no secret between us however that she enjoys what she is doing. For her this isn’t just necessary foreplay; she is an actress that loves her character and loves her role. And why should I deny her that? There is too much love between us and too much happiness to be wrought through her play for me to get hung up such trivial sentimentality. Just as I know her every thought she also knows mine, so that is where the conflict ends and we accept it for what it is.
As his breaths become more belabored, Launa bears down. She digs her fingers into his chest, making handles for which she can grip. Her thrashing takes on a more regular pattern. Her hips roll forward and back on him like crashing waves. Her newfound rhythm hasn’t lost any passion; it is simply honing in to force his cum from him. The minor screams he has released up to this point don’t compare to those from his present state. As his cock begins pumping inside her he lets out the most guttural tone that he has likely ever released in his life. Throwing her head back, Launa joins him with the wail of siren. Together the cries create a melody in my ears; a harmonious clash of pleasure and pain. There couldn’t be a more satisfying tone.
She bites at his lip as she raises her hips from his still swollen cock. Sitting beside him, she first grazes his wounds with her fingers while tracing her way down to his prick. Her tongue then follows; not ignoring a single scratch, not one torn bit of flesh is left unattended. It stings him greatly but as he tries to cry out she drives two fingers into his mouth. He bites down on them trying to take the focus away from the pain of her tonguing his exposures. Her mouth finally reaches his still pulsing cock. With her mouth she delivers a short series of invaginations before standing to take in the sight of him.
“Stay just where you are.” She says as if he really had a choice. “I can show myself out.”
He is drained both physically and mentally. At the point of exhaustion, he was likely not even capable of thought. Had it not been for rapid beat in his chest and its hard rising and falling, his vacant face would have looked dead.
Replacing her gown on her lovely figure she coyly exclaims “I will see you soon.”
Phase two was complete but we were far from done. In fact our complex little game had just begun. It was now time to make another late night call: The brother’s house was the next destination of the night, and though no one would have ever thought it, he will be getting off easy. He is a peripheral, just an extension of The Mark as far as we are concerned. And we are far from done with him.
Launa arrives with such a cool and collected manner that I admire in the face of my own eager anticipation. The brother, though quite surprised by his awakening, won’t take long before he invites Launa in; as if he ever had any choice.
“Hi…What’s going on? Is everything ok?” He asks upon opening the door.
“Couldn’t be better. I need to see you.” Launa replies with a smile that is so beatific yet so devious.
“Please come in.”
The scene unfolds with splendid duplicity. Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His night shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully tears his boxers without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
Like his brother, she straddles him, but this time without the same level of reserve. This fuck is much more violent, much less controlled. The tearing of her nails into his skin is much deeper, deep enough that it overshadows the normal pleasure he would be getting from his cock pierced in her delicious cunt. With a shocked scream he tries to throw her from him. Looking at the two one might guess it a simple task, but he finds himself unable. After all she is not just her, she is me, or at least has me in her. Her expressions of delight in his torment are now fully loosed; she knows he has reached a point from which he can’t return. She leaps from his cock, pinning his arms to the ground with her feet. She holds his head in her hands as she licks his face. Her extremely long extremely thin features look inhuman perched as she is. She is more like a praying mantis preparing to devour the head of her mate. And devour she does. She sinks her teeth into his flesh, again and again into his face and his throat. While not actually eating his flesh she is readily consuming the gushing blood. The whole while, her cunt is leaving streaks on his chest where her wetness is rubbing up against him. Her thumbs find his eyes and bury themselves entirely. His screams fade with his struggling. Thus concludes the scene, but not the plan for sensation.
Launa and I are now present at the funeral, and this is where we expect the pinnacle of the passion to be laid out. Death has such a way of binding people together by some sort of hyperactivity of our human emotions. Funerals are not for the dead after all, they are for the living, and we planned to drink it in heavily. Many of the speakers are too weak for my taste. Different people grieve in different ways but I find the caricature’s commonly expressed by many people to be particularly lame. Based on these obligatory speeches, one might conclude the deceased was a work of fiction created for a Sunday morning cartoon. This is not what we are here for.
But as The Mark begins to speak there is an instant surge within us. This is unmistakable true feeling. His unashamed weeping and deeply contorted face are just the physical manifestations of what is really going on inside. He is a wreck. He doesn’t describe his brother with the same silly clichés that many of the others used, instead he truly breaks down. He speech is a speech of personal loss; his reflection that he had lost a part of himself. There will never be anything to replace what he had spent his entire life building emotion into, and we are watching the culmination and explosion of those emotions. He has never been so far from his baseline; no orgasm, no pill, no line has ever made him feel anything remotely as powerful as what he feels right now. We feel so fortunate to experience this intensity vicariously through him. Even though our tag along emotions clearly pale to his, his emotions are so powerful that they still pull us into a much heightened state.
After the completion of the formalities we wish a single acknowledgment before we take our leave. Some part of the ego begs it of us. It just wouldn’t feel complete if we didn’t. Through the crowd Launa locks eyes with The Mark. She delivers an evil smile, and we disappear into the crowd.
Launa and I quickly find ourselves alone and we are quite ravenous. My hands grip her hair as she takes my face in hers. Our deep kisses foreshadow the more visceral acts to follow. I take her ass into my hands, spreading her cheeks as I bite into her neck breaking the skin. Her nails tear their way down my chest as she finds my erect cock. Her firm grip is so delightfully painful on my shaft. She returns the gesture of tearing into my neck with her teeth as she forces me inside of her. She claws at my back as I thrust inside of her with an absolute delight. Soon, she hooks her legs around me and throws her head back. Her hands dig into my collar so she can support herself. I watch as her small breast and exquisite nipples bounce in front of me. For an instant I feel at one. But I am suddenly overcome by a horrible shock.
It is Ellie. We were too cocky with The Mark and he knew the score. He had found her. He was at our house. I take off running at blinding speeds to get back. I am tearing through everything in my way, people and trees alike were thrashed aside as I cut my path to her. But he was going to have his time, I couldn’t stop that. It seems he had been a very quick study, because he knew the value of vicarious harm and elaborate planning. Instead of directly harming Ellie he forces her to watch as he takes her spider. Knowing how much it means to her and her to me, he forces poison upon it. It stumbles about in obvious pain and disorientation. Ellie cries aloud, tears streaming from her face as she watches in horror at the suffering of her closest friend. As I run I too cry. Tears streak sideways on my face as I rush to meet them. After all her pain was my pain, I feel it every bit as real as if I were her.
I finally arrive and he is not in sight. Ellie is holding her spider in her hands wailing. I quickly kneel around her holding her as closely as I can. I love her so much and it pains me that she is so sad. We sit for minutes as I try to calm her. It then occurs to me that I can fix it. I can save her spider with the essence that runs between Launa and Ellie and me. I gently take the spider in my hands and place it on the base of my neck. The dying spider latches on to me. Just as I thought, my essence empowers it. It starts to come round much to the delight of both Ellie and I. We are so happy that we were able to save such a dear friend, but I know it is now time to bring our game to an end. The Mark has gone beyond the stage of being toyed with, I have to end him.
As soon as I am sure that Ellie is contented, I take off in search of The Mark with an insatiable fury. It has been to my peril that I underestimated him once and foolishly I have done it again. Once I have made great distance, scanning for him in my enraged state, he reveals himself again. He reveals himself through Ellie. He is still with her!
She cowers in terror of the menacing figure. Her spider now revived and wary attacks him. But its bite does something I didn’t expect and couldn’t have been more terrified by. It passes my essence on to him. I am now one with him, and through him have I never felt so much self loathing. I have harmed him and he knew it, and now he would hurt himself more than any man ever would just to get back at me. He grabbed Ellie, now fully prepared to take his own plan to the next phase. At that moment I lost my visual of them; I am too overwhelmed. I simply can’t bear to watch. Every time he hurts her it hurts himself, but the damage is magnified in me. I have never experienced the level of horror and impotence that I feel not being able to help her. Though not seeing his actions, my heart is very much aware of every injury inflicted upon her.
When I finally break through the door, my face is stained with tears and stretched to immobility by my rage. He is standing over her, waiting, staring. She lies lifeless with her chest split open at his feet. It only takes a second before I fly at him, smashing into the wall. He is much stronger than I would expect, I know it is because he is now part of me. We exchange punch after punch. In no time we are both quite ragged and bloody. In the end he can’t overpower me. On top of him I take his head into my hands and continue to slam it to the floor until it exists no more. With every successive slam I am killing him, but I am also killing a part of me.
My rage is soon sated, my enemy is no more. But he has hurt me; I have hurt me beyond repair. I once again kneel by Ellie. I cradle her head in my hands and press mine to hers. As I cry over my lovely little girl the sequence ends.

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Seduction of a Babysitter Part IV

Reader inspired story. Please read the earlier parts first. Melissa’s mom comes home from work, finding something she didn’t expect. She decides to take advantage of it, with someone watching in the dark. Hope you enjoy.

Aliza and the dogs

Aliza and the dog
Al called me and asked me to come over. I drove over to her house and we went to a friend’s house up in the hills . The place had a pool she asked if i mined if she went swimming i said no and she took off her cloths and had a swim suit on under then. Aliza had left Angle her daughter at her cousins .
After about an hour Al got out of the water and asked me if i would rub some tanning lotan on her back. After i finished she said thank you and sliped her top off. She undid her bottoms so she would not have a line. A while later she went to sleep and while she was sleeping a large dog came up and started and yelled to help get him off i went to try to get him off but he grould at me so I left him sniffing her. Melissa also known as Aliza was sleeping so sound she did not feel it so he started licking her with his tounge I was watching close but because the dog was so large i was afraid to call him off.
He move the chair with his leg and it droped to the ground. Al saw the dog alone. Then he started licking her pussy again Melissa seeing how big the dog was let him keep licking because she was afraid he might bit her.
I saw that i could not help her. Melissa moved to a more comfortable position on her hands and knees . At this time the dog must have decided he had enough licking and mounted Melissa he started trying to hump her. He missed the spot severai times and spraying her with his precome and one time hitting her clit causeing her to jump. He finaly found her pussy at this time was small but long dick went into her pussy he shoved it all the way in just after he got in her pussy she started coming and he keeped up the fast pace it was faster than any man could. it swelled and not start go into her pussy she looked like she passed out at this froming coming so much.
His nott started to swell as he was pumping into here and I saw it disapper inside Al . She was coming to when this happened because I could see it dripping out he must have come quite a bit because it i saw her stomack swell from all the cume in her woom. He stopped humping and just stood there for a little while. After a little while the dog truned arounded so that thay were ass to ass I keep the dog still untill he was fianly able to pull him self free with a loud pop then it came out all over the ground.
Just as this dog was gone anouther showed up he started licking her cume drenched pussy and I saw her come again this dog also licked her ass after a while he decided he had enough and this dog mounted her but he missed and his dick went into her tight butt and he started to hump her hard and fast I watched as his dick went into her butt as this happened his nott started to swell the dog starting pushing his knott into Al’s butt hole and finaly logged in her ass and started to swell as the first had done the dog started coming he filled her butt with come it swelled her belly with how much come she had in her butt. I saw it leaking out her butt when this dog was finished he turnd so thay were pussy to ass.
I saw that her ass hole had not went down and was the size of a baseball .Al was still out cold from being fucked 2 time by 2 dogs I thought since she never let me fuck her i would do it . My dick was hard and because of all the dog cume i stuck my dick in Aliza’s pussy and fucked while she was out again it was so good I came like i had never come before. I got her back in the caqr and drove her home.
After we got to her appartment i started to clean her up and as i was cleaning her up i noticed she was lacktating so I started sucking on her brests one at a time I heard her moan she said keep sucking my tits are so full of milk i need some one to suck them. It felt so good to her it turned her on and she asked me to have sex with her. But she asked me to say with her so i did she said she need a shower and would need help so I helped her shower i washed her from head to foot stopping at her nipples and sucking each oneand her pussy i rubbed it so gently we got out and i dried her off she had me take her to her bed so i did and she even had me sleep with her and while she was asleep. I licked her pussy and ass and that made me so hard I put my dick in her pussy and even though she was asleep my dick felt so good in Malissa I made her come and that made me come to I had taken some stay hard pills so after i came i was still very hard so i put my dick in her ass it had got back to normal so at first it was a little hard to put it in but when I did get my dick in her ass hole it was so tight and the jucies from her pussy lubed my dick 15 or 20 minuts later i came a second time and it was so good when I woke up the next morning and saw she was sleeping so I started licking her pussy and playing her clit I could tell she was coming and kept playing with her and i sliped my hard dick in her pussy.
I went home and a few days later she call me and said she was pregnant I asked her what she was going to do she said she did not know because she did not Know how she got pregnant and did not know who whad done it . She said she decided to have the baby. But she wanted to see me she said she was sorry she never let me and her get close . Because of wha happened the outher day she wanted me to move in wit her and help her raise her little girl. she said she wanted me to come over so I left she was wearing a sexy dress I had given her with some sexy clothing and no panties. Al kissed me and even opened her mouth and stuck her Tung in my mouth she handed me a stay hard pill and we sat and kissed whale it went to work. after it went to work she did a slow strip tease to the music and when she was naked she undressed me. Al went down on my cock and sucked on it so it was nice and wet. She sat over my dick and slowly let it slide in to her pussy after about 4 minutes she changed to cowgirl and then she was coming so hard she had to stop.
She told me she remembered how I brought her home after the dogs raped and great care of her and she said she was sorry for useing me for so long . She said she wanted to be with me and never wit any one else

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Wishes do come true… part 2

This is a shorter chapter than the first because plot) After realizing his power and a few interactions, David falls asleep to only reawaken not in his bed.

Magical Hearts chapter 11

In our last chapter, we had designed a plan to create a magical Keep, one capable of shrinking down to size of a dollhouse, using the enchanted keep to return our people. Beforehand we were going to return the soldiers of a failed invasion, this would do two things provide a final test for the enchanted keep as well as move them to their homeland.
Personally, I did not know if I trusted the Ruler of Izmira to do as we wished or keep his word. He could easily play the situation for the best possible outcome, knowing their plans failed before they were at a stage where any possible benefit could happen by going to war. He simply pulled back, punishes the parties that failed him, begins is planning a new.
The world knew us as the source of star silver, both weapons and armor. What the world really did not know that was because of our alliance with the dwarves and elves. Those alliances took centuries to develop. No one attacking our kingdom more than likely would ever achieve an alliance with either party.
Magical Hearts chapter 11
We had the Keep constructive, a full ten days of intense magical construction. We had yet to enchanted and decided to wait for the full moon, as it is just a little easier to do in the full of the moon. As large as this thing was, we would welcome anything to make it easier.
Justin and Selena had been working on a spell to allow them to do what Isabel and I do naturally. The two of us grant our energy back and forth between us. The one casting can tap into the energy of the other, making even the most difficult enchantments much easier. If there spell worked, the two of them could also grant as their power. That might make the difference on such a large item to be enchanted.
We search our libraries, and no one has ever attempted anything on this scale, even the houses are new. Although, Justin and I have heard rumors were a mage enchants wagons, we have yet to see one. For all I know that mage may be on a different world, we mages have been known to travel between worlds. If he is on a different world that is too bad, I would really like to see a magical wagon.
During our search, I find my grandfather’s tomes, spell books that he had written. He has several unique spells and enchantments, a cup that neutralizes poison, a lightning bolt spell that will bounce between your enemies, damaging each until it reaches your final target, a variation of the standard fireball spell, five times as destructive and with an area effect much larger. As I look closely, I find not only my grandfather’s writings, but also the writings of his father and grandfather. Apparently, magic runs in our family quite strongly, missing generations occasionally. That seem to be true all the way back to the high King, at least three of his children and wife wielded magical powers.
Isabel and I set about learning some of these new spells, the chain lightning spell, and fireball variation both could be very handy if we ever have to do battle. Some of those spells were quite simple to learn, others proved more difficult. Isabel and I both mastered the chain lightning spell, although, the variation on the fireball is out of our grasp so far.
Father had allowed us to bring grandfather’s tomes back to Fox for us to study.
After we had returned to Fox, we set the houses up, it looks like a small village now, all we needed was a blacksmith, and couple of shops, a few more houses. You would think you were in a real village. We now had three houses in a barn, perhaps if we will make another house for Ben and Ruth. Now all we needed do is make some wide high outer walls and we have the start of the Citadel.
Isabel and I were taking a long break, a walk in the empty countryside. We were in the process of resting up until the full moon. This is the first time Isabel and I have been alone and unguarded other than in our rooms. It feels nice to walk outside, with us being the only two around. Beside a quiet brook Isabel and I lean against a tree, actually I am against the tree Isabel on my lap leaning on me.
Ben and Ruth are calling for us. Apparently, we have visitors. Isabel stands and helps me up. As we cross the meadow, Isabel to something that is not much like a proper Princess, she jumps on my back wrapping her legs around my waist she kisses me on the neck and says, “Give me a ride husband.”
I chuckle and say, “It would be my pleasure, my love.” If I reminded Isabel that she was royalty, she hated it. Nevertheless, she also knew that I did not mean it in the royal fashion. I took to interchanging lady, and love when I would referred to her, or my angel. The latter had become a common way of referring to your love when you receive the blessing of Aphrodite.
Ben chuckles seeing me with Isabel on my back, although Ruth asks, “Isabel did you hurt your ankle or something?”
Isabel giggles before she says, “You know how men get when you are with child. I cannot take a long walk without him coddling me.”
With a chuckle I say, “I know better than that, my Angel. You are the one that jumped up there.”
Chuckling Ben says, “You two are enjoying being here, you’re acting too much like your old selves. Unfortunately, your father just showed up with a bunch of his dukes.”
Isabel groans as she slides off my back complaining she says, “I guess they want me to dress up too.” Isabel and I have taken to were comfortable attire here on Fox Island. Much like her old clothing, we can get out of wearing, how Isabel put this, overdressed snobbish attire expected that royalty is always in.
Ruth giggles and says, “The people here today will not mine.”
Ben just realized what Isabel said so he asks, “Isabel are you pregnant again?”
Isabel giggles and says, “Ben you say that like it is a bad thing.”
Ben taken aback spammers, “That no, Princess sorry. I do not mean,…”
Ruth slaps him on the shoulder, Ben turns to her and she says, “What if I am pregnant? Are you going to be so tongue tied?”
Ben’s face shows his shocked excitement and ask, “Ruth are we?”
Giggling Ruth says, “You say Julius and Isabel are contagious, first people fall in love around them, they glow like them, now they are going to have kids just like them.”
Ben scoops up Ruth in his arms, he spins around as he shouts his excitement. In the distance, I see six of Dad’s guards running towards us. Chuckling I say, “I think we need to explain what is going on.” I point to the six armored men.
Ruth moans, “I was supposed to let Mom know first, but here comes Dad.”
I point out, “I hope your Dad can be trusted to keep a secret, after all he is here.”
As Ben chuckles, Ruth says, “Enchanted Fortress that were going to take our enemies home in no problem. That his daughter is pregnant with his first grandchild, not a chance in the world.”
Laughing at the two, Isabel and I say simultaneously, “Your problem.”
Ben jokes, “Just wait to we spar tomorrow.” We all laugh, and I wave to the running guards to let them know everything is okay. They still walk toward us and we come together, Isabel walks beside me, but Ben still carries Ruth who he refuses to let down to walk. Jokingly Ben says, “If the Princess can be coddled by the Prince so can you by me.”
Charles, Ruth’s father and a friend and Knight of the King, asks, “Ben, why are you coddling my daughter?”
Ruth begins, “I am supposed to tell Mom first. Sorry Daddy.”
Charles laughs, “It is okay. Maria is here too. She is with little Patrick.”
Ruth gives her father look and says, “Daddy if you know please do not tell her till I get the chance.”
Joking he says, “Enchanted fortresses no problem. That you are pregnant with my first grandchild not a chance in the world, that I can keep that secret more than fifteen minutes. You got your timeframe young lady.”
Ruth gives been a look that says put me down or sleep on the floor for the next week before she says, “Ben put me down, we have five minutes to tell Mom.”
The other five Knights chuckle as Ruth pulls Ben away at a run. As we near the Keep one of the Knights asks, “Did you really make that and only ten days?”
I look at Isabel before I answer, I say, “The Princess Isabel and I formed all the stone and wood into the shape you see now. The gods created the stone and the wood.”
Charles chuckles and holds out his hand, each of the Knights hand him a gold piece. Charles says, “I knew you would not take full credit.”
Giggling Isabel says, “It is not like we created it out of nothing. No more than stonemasons and carpenters could have done given enough time.”
One of the Knights says, “Prince and Princess you are too modest, it is a great achievement. I have went through the Keep. It is amazing to think it was stone and Driftwood not so long ago.”
I say, “The construction was only the first part. We have yet to enchant it. When we can do it as the houses, bring them down to the size of a toy. I will accept your complement then.”
The same Knight says, “That would be a wonder to behold beyond any I have witnessed before.”
Charles chuckles, “If any could accomplish what you speak of it would be you my Prince and Princess.”
My father stands in the open gate of the Keep. He is giving Ruth a hug. I am happy to see my father realizes that his family is more than just his blood relatives. The people that love you and you love are family too. Charles chuckles, “The King has always treated Ruth like she was his niece.”
With a smile I say, “Did you not say that you love father like he was your brother, if so, that would make you my uncle just as surely as if we shared our blood. Love has more power than blood.”
Charles began, “I am sure you are correct, but please do not make me a noble.”
Isabel giggles, “Now you know how I feel, I thought I was wedding a wizard.” Isabel looks into my eyes with a mischievous smile she says, “Who was the son of a farmer, ex-slave and my hero with the sweetest words, and what happened he turns out to be the missing Prince.”
The six Knights chuckle as we finally reach my father. He slaps Charles on the shoulder and says, “Congratulations grandpa, I hope this does not mean you are going to retire on me.”
Charles looks at me, smiles and says, “Brothers never retire.”
We put father, the Dukes and the Knights in the keep for the night. Dad is just as impressed as his Knights, Jeremiah and Claire, along with Duncan the Duke of Edmonton now recovered, his wife Annette and Carissa. We bring food from our temporary homes, into the main dining room and share an evening meal. Magical lights brighten the interior of the Keep. With no windows, the keep would be dark otherwise. Because it solely designed as a defensive building, it has no windows, and a limited amount of exterior doors.
After dinner, Dad, Duncan and his wife Annette, Jeremiah and Claire, join Little Patrick, Isabel and me on a quick tour of Fox and Hound islands. This far away from everyone we feel safe enough to leave our guard, I am sure it would not make them happy although we are far from helpless.
We check our outer guards. We have two watching the bay on the West end of Hound and the other on the East end of Fox. Four guards report all is quiet, although they were little surprised to see their King. We brought them dinner, a job we normally allowed one of my guard to do. Their job is to watch for ships, and give a report of any that past. Both have constructed a hidden campsite on small hills that overlook the bays and give a good view out to sea. The one at Fox is actually using the remains of an ancient building.
Like the weeks before, all is quiet. Our family and friends have arrived to witness the enchanting of the Keep. They realize we do not plan to do it for another two days, but hearing us talk of the island how peaceful it is they chose to join us for a short time.
After making a circle above the islands, we returned to our campsite. Again, we spotted no ships on the horizon. No one is coming to disturb our peace. We land on the southwest tower of the keep, we watch the sunset as the shadows of the hills finally block our view we retire for the night.
Next day is pleasant, although our guards seems to be a little irritated at our disappearance from the night before. They are definitely unwilling to allow us out of their sight. I finally pull Ben over to the side and apologize, “Ben I am sorry, we should have told you that I was taking Father on a tour the islands.”
Ben reminds me, “Julius, I am obligated to follow your orders you are my Prince. Please do not forget I am also your friend, I worry for your safety whenever our friends or I cannot watch your back. You have only two eyes, and so does Isabel although the two of you seem to always gaze upon the same thing.”
I chuckle bowing to him and say, “I understand my friend, and I would not have you faced danger if I was not at your side too. However, this is a quiet place with no raiders, or other dangers to find us. Moreover, you know well the ones I was with our far from helpless also.”
Charles chuckles overhearing us, “You two remind me of someone else who had the same conversation last night.”
Dad holds Charles by the shoulder warmly, “They too remind me of those two. Perhaps we should go for our breakfast and allow those two friends the privacy we had.” The two, Knight and King, friends walk away chuckling.
With a chuckle I say, “If I had grown up in the Castle, I would probably refer to him as Uncle Charles. Ruth would still be one of my dearest friends, and married to my other dearest friend and playmate. Is it time for our match this morning.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Yes, it is time for your lesson today.” For some reason I am very uneasy about the way he said that. Ben has been my sword instructor for nearly two years, since shortly after I was christened Prince. Ben a weapons master of some renown has been a patient teacher. He was somewhat impressed I at least knew how to hold a sword and dagger. Under his tutelage, my skills have greatly improved.
Charles and my father watch on from the front porch as they eat their breakfast. I now use the star silver long sword, and dagger found the day before my wedding for combat. I give a bow to Ben and he returns it. We have our practice swords, long sword and dagger. Like many mornings before our other comrades join us. As Ben and I circle each other, both ready to begin the dance only waiting for the other to take the first step. Ben throws something new into our practice. He begins saying, “Have you ever thought what it would be like if you did not have us at your back in combat?”
With that, Bill rushes me, his practice sword swinging and a high art, only his footsteps and Isabel’s warning makes me aware of the attack. I sidestep at the last instant, and use my long sword to trip him. Bill and Ben are a little surprised, as Bill lands in the sand.
My other comrades recover faster than Bill. George from my back rushes next; I step into a dance they do not know. I spin and thrust, sidestep, parry as Bill rejoins the fray, Samuel steps in and I sweep his attack aside, as I spin around the dance continues to change as more my companions enters the fray. I land far more blows than what they expect. After ten minutes is back now to Ben and I. Perhaps it is the shock of the day. Ben never expected I should do so well against a group. However, for once I get the upper hand, and land the killing blow if not for practice swords.
Justin laughs from the porch. With a smug grin he says, “Perhaps I should have told you he trained with the dwarves. They are not great with swords Ben. You should let Julius use an ax someday.”
I reach my hand out to Ben pull him back to his feet. For once, I think I really impressed not only Ben but also father and his guard. I explained, “The dwarves never train one-on-one, it is only six or eight against one. Anytime they battle, they are greatly outnumbered, that way they are accustomed to fighting multiple enemies.”
Father chuckles and says, “Julius your grandfather had me train with an elfin weapons master. I can see some elements of your style that are similar to his. Perhaps I should see if he could come for a time, both Ben and you could learn much from him.”
Ruth giggles from the sidelines. She chose not to join in on the fray. Isabel and her walk in, Isabel to me, Ruth to Ben and Ruth kisses Ben first, Isabel and I wait. When Ben’s bruises heals, his eyes widened realizing it was not Isabel and I. Of course, they share the glow, and I am not sure if it is the goddess or the ring we enchanted, it really does not matter to Ben.
Isabel and I kiss, and our other friends come close to receive the healing. Bill chuckles, “Too bad that does not work on pride as well.”
I ask, “Bill did I take you by surprise? Bill nods his head yes, along with the rest of my companions. Therefore, I explain, “Justin was in the dwarf’s lands for at least six months out of the year every year since I was nine, until two years ago I trained with the dwarves. I also never fought one-on-one; even in the few times as a child, I always fought more than one. I was always the outsider and the gang of locals would pick on me because of my, well once they found out I had been a slave once.”
After a deep breath I continue, “I needed to learn how to use the sword and dagger more effectively. Fighting one opponent was also new to me. Something I still need more practice doing.”
Ben chuckles and says, “Perhaps your father’s right, the Elfin sword master is who we should be training with, I know that last move you put on me would have killed me on the field and yet I saw no way of avoiding your attack.”
Jeremiah chuckles saying, “At least I am not the only one to underestimate Julius.”
Charles says brightly, “Truly, he is his father son.” Dad begins to laugh and as always, his laughter is contagious.
Having had enough of sparring for the morning, we have our breakfast before going for a run, today father and the Knights join us. Isabel and Ruth as always seem to move ahead of us without effort; both women carry nothing heavier than a dagger. If we forced to run, I would wish to carry nothing heavier. We can make our escape once clear enough to call the carpet. Father and his Knights surprise the six younger of us, as they easily keep up, until the end where they overtake us.
Father and the Knights are breathing heavy as we round the house, Isabel and Ruth more or less has caught their breath. My comrades and I join them on the porch, Dad between his breaths asks, “Did I surprise you Julius?”
Between my heavy breaths I reply, “Yes, you did, Dad.”
Charles is a little quicker to recover and says, “If we surprised you, you are to blame. Your healing has given us back our knees.”
One of other Knights chuckles and says, “As well as our ankles and backs. Age hurts sometimes, thank you and the goddess.”
Isabel pulls into me and we kiss. As always we glow, part of me always thinks Aphrodite for her blessing, for Isabel in my life, for the protection she gave me, and then to reunite me with my father. I know there is yet thinks to do, I still carry the memory of that terrible night. I would do whatever the goddess desires.
The rest of the day goes by peacefully, although my father’s Knights share some of the stories they have. I learned more of what my father went through during the time I was missing from his life.
Without his normal duties to keep them away, father tends to keep his grandchild with him. He and Jeremiah play with their grandson. It is easy to see how much they love each other. The two grandfathers would literally do anything to make their grandson smile. Include getting down on all fours allowing him to ride their backs.
When you think of it is odd, a King and the Duke allowing their grandson to ride on their backs, not too much different from any grandfather or father. Charles looks to Ruth and says, “I pray we find a place where I can play with my grandchild just as my friends.”
Duncan says, “This place seems to be a bit magical by its own accord. I have not seen my friend this happy since Julius you were a baby. Charles perhaps you should look to see about coming back. Julius possibly can make a house that you can use, with the use of a carpet this would be a great place for a retreat.”
I smile and say, “I am happy my father is enjoying himself. This last two years has both been joyous and stressful. We had done much to re-stabilize the kingdom. Many have fallen to greet. Duncan, I fear our efforts only led to your assault. When we removed their source of slaves, they assaulted you to replace one. By their records, only one ship escaped with slaves some forty in number from your city. We will get our people back.”
Duncan smiles weakly and says, “Perhaps this is why this place is so magical, I have forgotten all that while here. It felt good, but I do not regret you reminding me. You rescued me, and for that, I am grateful. I had not the chance to thank you properly earlier. You and your father have proven to be not only my King and Prince, but also true friends to my family and myself. Know this, I will always be at your disposal whatever I have is yours with just a word.”
I smile and shake his hand. I say, “Duncan I appreciate your pledge, and if I have need I hope it is not so great to give you a regret in making it. I fear this affair is far from over, and may yet lead to a war.”
Duncan’s eyes widen and he asks, “Surely not over a few…” Duncan rethinks his words quickly and asks, “Would it not be better to mourn the few we lost, than give up more lives trying to recover those already dead?”
Duncan’s beliefs held by most of the world, most kingdoms accepting the losses of a few villages to Raiders, this is a dangerous world. Most kings would not go to war to protect a few of their citizens, but I believe father and I are not the average. I recap what I know, “Late this spring Izmira sent two ships with orders to pick up a hundred and twenty of our people for their slave markets. The Princess and I intercepted the ships and destroyed them. In so doing, we not only rescued the hundred and twenty that would be slaves, but their families that the Raiders would kill. If we can stop the Raiders from coming to our shores, we may finally be able to recover from the Orc war. Two duchies now lay in ruins, the third is just a fraction of its size it had before the war.”
Continuing I say, “The attack on you, give them Edmonton to use as a foothold. This is not simply the Raiders, but a prelude to invasion. This island here once held the city. Perhaps five thousand people another thousand spread out over the two islands. Raiders eventually destroyed this kingdom taking all its citizens. This kingdom has been dead for nearly two hundred years from what I can tell. The Raiders begin coming to our shores shortly after they finished with this kingdom.”
Seeing Duncan’s realization I sadly continue, “They had been no mention of this land in our records for the last two centuries and before that only an order to stay away given to our sailors. Just a decade before then, they were a major trading partner with merchant ships sailing from and to the mainland to sell many goods for as long as anyone could find a record.”
Duncan visibly shaken says, “The Raiders are merely a diversion, a way to test our resolve. They take our people for what evil purpose I do not know. You believe they needed more, to fulfill what plans they have.”
I say, “We captured one ship, the Andrea two years ago, this year they sent two ships that we destroyed, and one ship returned our people, and forty of our people they stolen plus the hundred and fifty soldiers they left. Yes, this is a slow invasion they are too far across the ocean to do it quicker. Nevertheless, it would not surprise me to see their warships on the horizon one day.”
Charles says, “They no longer have Edmonton perhaps it will stop.”
I say, “I believe you are correct. We interrupted their plans before they could arrive at a point where they feel success would be worth the effort. If they had managed to get a few more hundred men and we had not managed to retake Edmonton, we would not be standing here today. Perhaps on a battlefield, think the goddess we are not.” Charles and Duncan both shake their heads realizing the truth in my words.
I smile and say, “We have a chance to end this peacefully. If our plan works, they believe we are too strong of an enemy to anger. Leaving our shores in peace, but we must be vigilant and not allow a single ship to again take our people unchallenged. We will place this fortress, after our use, on one of our coastal islands, denying the use of it to the Raiders. Build keeps or just watchtowers, attacked the ships as the Princess and I did. Prevent them from taking our people for whatever kingdom that would allow our people to be sold as slaves.”
Father had separated himself from little Patrick and Jeremiah seeing the seriousness of our talk he come within earshot to listen. He walks up to me, pulls me into a hug, and says, “Son I am proud of you. Your plan may keep us from war and stop the Raiders. The coastal islands we will fortify to watch our coast, we may need carpets to patrol but you should easily be able to provide those. We will ensure that never again any of our people are enslaved and taken from our shores.” I smile at my father’s words. It feels good to have a father who is proud of me.
Isabel giggles and says, “If my father-in-law would allow me to take my husband I would like to finish the walk we started yesterday.”
Dad releases me, and pushes me to my wife. As I walked toward my wife, Ruth holds Ben’s arm preventing him from following. Ruth whisper something in his ear before he grins, and then ways us on. Isabel again jumps on my back, and I ride her across the meadow, a stream rests at the base of the western hillside, a small path partly overgrown is across the brook leading up the densely forested hill. We followed the path up. Just across the top of the hill, a flat rock sets looking out through a hole in the canopy with a view of the sea. This place is breathtakingly beautiful, where the sunlight can reach the ground wildflowers grow. In that place, Isabel looks even more beautiful to me.
Isabel says, “Before the sun sets my Husband and our glow can be seen, make love to me in this place.” With that, Isabel waves her hand and our clothing immediately falls into a pile on the edge of the stone. It only takes a couple heartbeats for my manhood to finish hardening, by that time Isabel has jumped into my arms.
Looking into my eyes, she uses one hand to guide me to her opening. She wiggles and pushes down to get me to enter her wet pussy. We both enjoy the feeling of her surrounding me. Isabel and I moved together, I help her raise as I withdraw, help her control her dissent as she became fully impaled again. We continue for fifteen minutes or more, Isabel shakes through her orgasm several times, her breast rub against my chest, bouncing with every dissent. Isabel finally throws her head back and howls as a strong orgasm takes her. As she contracts around me, I thrust in as hard and deep as I can. I erupt pushing my seed deeply into her.
We had started slowly and then build up to a very quick pace reaching a climax before the sun kissed the horizon. Isabel and I hold each other as we watch the sun sinking into the ocean. Before we lose all the light to see the path, Isabel and I dress and we walk the path back to our house here on the island.
Arriving we take a bath, and then join everyone for dinner. My father-in-law catches us at the door. He asks, “If I could bother you to kiss your wife, my poor back is not as young as it used to be in your son is getting heavier.”
We can hear him sigh as we kiss. There is a second sigh this one for my father. Apparently, he suffers from the same effect my son gave his other grandfather. Charles chuckles and asks, “Is that better my King, my Duke?”
My Dad laughs saying, “Blessed the goddess it is.”
Dinner is good, more so because of the company. We make an early evening, and take little Patrick to bed with us the poor child was exhausted and fell asleep before dinner was even finished. As always Little Patrick was the first awake, as the light of the false Dawn filled the house. Isabel takes our son to the restroom, and then we bathe together and dress for the day ahead.
Juliet takes Little Patrick at breakfast, so Isabel and I can concentrate on the enchantment of the Keep. Justin and Selena had mastered there spell to share their power with us. They cast it first and Isabel and I begin the enchantment on the Keep. The Keep is as we had created only holding the furniture that would be stored with it. The entire Keep begins to glow, from the top of each tower to base of each wall, as the enchantment runs its course the keep shrinks, is finally the size of a dollhouse when the drawbridges completely up. It was surprising that it did not take as long as I feared, and did not seem to be even as difficult as the first of the houses.
Isabel and I place her hands on the miniature drawbridge, the Keep glows as it begins to expand. Isabel and I have to step back quickly to stay out of the way. Only in a matter of moments, it is full size again. We bring the horses from the barn we have created. Bringing them into the Keep’s corral, we test the keep for the first time with something a life within. We had tested the houses with a rabbit. This would be a first for something this large. I hope that nothing goes wrong.
Isabel and I again miniaturize the Keep. The horses seem to pause, some in mid stride. They remain unmoving as the King, and Knights along with all our companions look on. Once it miniaturized, I pick it up and turn it. The Keep is quite a bit heavier than the houses, however still what one man can lift easily. We again enlarge the Keep and have to move out of the way quickly again. The horses are unharmed, and seem to be totally unaware of what have just occurred.
Justin does is discovery spell, his eyes widened before he says, “The Keep will last far, far into the future. The walls will never be able to be breached. Only when the magic is expired within the keep will finally crumble into ruins.”
The Knight who had said we are too modest, I found that his name is Jonas. Jonas says, “Truly a wonder of magic. Even the horses are not frightened. I watch one run across the corral, it stride froze and then carried forth without stumbling. That enchantment is truly a wonder to behold.”
I give Isabel a hug, before I shake Justin’s hand. Selena gives Isabel a hug, and then she hugs me as well. Father slaps me on my back and says, “Jonas spoke true, that is truly a wonder to behold. I have never seen an enchantment attempted on such a scale.” Looking at Justin father adds, “Many a master wizard, even with the help provided him would not been able to accomplish so much. Do you not think so my friend?”
Selena move beside Justin as he says, “True my King, Isabel and Julius when you return to New Cowan you will need to purchase the robes of a Master Wizard. From now on, your title is to be Master Wizard Crowned Prince Julius Cowan and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.
Isabel and I bow to Justin and Selena, and they return our bow. Laughing father says, “We are going to pull this off, this was the critical step in your plan. Bless the goddess. Our people will soon be home, our enemies will know our power to be greater than their will. A protracted war will not follow into your kingship my son.” It seems our comrades agree, and they shout a cheer.
A mist forms and out steps four elfin wizards, hundreds of years old but not looking more than a few days over thirty for a human. Looking around the senior wizard stepping up to Justin questions, “We felt great magic, unlike any other in the past. Who is the welder of such power?”
Justin speaks my title, extending his hand as he bows to me. “Master Wizard High Prince Julius Cowan, and Master Wizard Princess Isabel Cowan.”
One of the other Elven wizards taken aback says, “Power so great in one so young for human that we felt it nearly three thousand miles away.”
I worried if they felt it, perhaps so did our enemies. I suggest, “Perhaps, we should retire inside to complete our conversations.”
The senior wizard agrees, “I too feel unfriendly eyes, perhaps I may help.”
We step back as he begins to draw a symbol, it began to glow as it expand in the air. A scream heard once the symbol cover the entire area. Whomever that had been watching can no longer see what is occurring here. He says, “We are now safe from unfriendly eyes.”
I smile and say, “Thank you master wizard.”
He smiles and introduces himself. “I am Grandmaster Wizard Sparrow. Please just call me Sparrow it takes too long constantly being addressed with my full title.”
Isabel and I give him bow and I say, “I would much prefer Julius myself, and my wife Isabel.”
He extends his hand, I shake it and he says, “Well met Julius.” With a smile he asks, “Now that we are safe from unfriendly eyes could you explain?”
Isabel and I simply walk over to the Keep and place our hands both sides of the drawbridge. Again, the castle glows, as it shrinks down to the size of a toy. One of the wizards starts to object, but Justin stops him by saying, “The horses will be unharmed.”
I lift the keep, turning to face us yet again. The four elfin wizards’ eyes widened, as I waved them back and Isabel and I start the process of enlarging the keep. When the keep is again its full size, the horses snort and move around as if nothing had occurred.
The one who started to object, asks, “Sparrow how can such a thing be, any enchantment that stops time always kills.”
Sparrow looks to me and I explain with a smile, “What if the enchantment did not stop time, merely cause it to move very, very slowly. Once miniaturized the horse would take a hundred years to run across the corral. Nevertheless, it did not stop aging.”
Sparrow’s companions are opened mouth with shock. Sparrow himself recovered quickly and says, “Truly a wonder of enchanting. Perhaps it is time, that we share our knowledge many among my race believe you had nothing to add to our knowledge. However I find that is not so.” His three companions now recovered from their shock nod their head yes, agreeing with their Grand Master.
We start a long discussion, Justin, Selena, Isabel and I with our four new friends. After introducing him to father, we exchange a number of spells and enchantments. Including the one where we share power, the new enchantments for the crates, and pantry. We give them demonstration at dinnertime. Sharing in the food prepared more than two weeks before. They were as impressed with that as they were with the Keep. Flying carpets was also something new to them.
Sparrow shared the methods of blocking people from spying on you, by them using a crystal or mirror to observe what you are doing. They had a better mirror enchantment, one that allowed you to use multiple mirrors, and by use of command-words choose which mirror communication occurred. He even shared how to create a staff, something the Elven wizards have never shared before.
We had arranged for a second meeting, he was going to come to New Cowan on the winter solstice to share more spells. We agree to share with them the process of making a Patrick’s miracle pantry, and our safeguards we placed into them. We even gathered enough driftwood; too create a pantry for them. Allow them to observe our process. After all, they are our allies, and to share this enchantment would assist them as greatly as it has us.
Before Sparrow’s protection spell ended, we packed up the houses, barn, and the keep and placed them on the carpet. Father and the Knights took them back to New Cowan. Our Elfin counterparts were little more than surprised that the houses were the same. They watched in wonder as we cleaned the area, and returned it back to the state we founded in, except we left the horses. This would be a good place for them to spend their remaining years.
Once we completed our work. Sparrow says, “Perhaps humans have truly changed. We always hoped you would be kinder to our world. You show greater respect to it than your ancestors did.”
I smile and say, “It is not just our world. It belongs to our children and their children. Humans have shorter lives; perhaps we only gotten to the point where we realize that.”
Sparrow and his companion smile he says, “Even though, we have the time to contemplate such things even among our people few see that. You are wiser than most.”
Isabel and I kiss and we glow as always, sparrow’s eyes widened and his hand is quickly to his left shoulder. His companions look startled, as they too grabbed body parts. Once we break, Sparrow asks, “What is this magic you have not shared? It may be as great as any other you shown.”
Isabel is always quick to state, “It is the gift of the goddess Aphrodite. Not a spell or enchantment that we can teach.”
Sparrow smiles sadly and says, “It is been a millennia since any of our people were gifted by the goddess.”
Ruth now adds, “Prince Julius and Princess Isabel share with our people their gift, every Wednesday when they are in New Cowan they are in the temple of Aphrodite, they set behind the screen that allows the glow to pass through it. They tried to hide their identity but all know who the messengers of the goddess are. They will not allow tribute demanded, saying love is to be given freely.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Perhaps they are wiser than you know, the goddess would withdraw her gift if it was abused.” Isabel smiles in return. The elves cast the spell to return to their home with their pantry in hand. The field exactly as we found it, the horses having wondered on. We leave Fox Island on the carpet with our companions and set our course for New Cowan.

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