0 comments/ 16075 views/ 0 favorites Unforeseen By: lordthorus During a recent trip to London, in the course of a short posting, I had the opportunity to stay with Jason and my sis, Nisha. I looked forward to the trip as it would mean some company during the evenings. Being away from home often meant lonely evenings and solitary confinement in nameless hotel rooms. I enjoyed the company of Jason, who had an inexhaustible source of anecdotes, mainly based on his trysts with sundry women. I was sure most of them were mere fantasy based, but the telling often left us laughing uproariously. Yes, Jason was good company. Nisha on the other hand, was a diminutive, demure woman, who ran her household with quiet efficiency. I rather plain looking girl, often overlooked in the crowd. Nisha stood 5' 6" in her bare feet, and seemed a timid little sparrow, deferring to all. Her skin though was flawless, and held a glow of health, and her cheerful sparkling eyes often held one spellbound during the few moments she chose to open up to the few she liked. Nisha was usually clad in shapeless, figure hiding dresses that hid her womanliness from sight of the casual observer. Although, I quite liked her, I often dismissed her from thought, and hardly ever saw her as a woman. I heard with disappointment that Jason would be away during the month long visit, and this did cast a pall of disappointment in me. However, being too late to change plans and seek alternative accommodation, I decided to put up for the duration of my stay with Nisha for company. I duly arrived, and was greeted warmly by Nisha, who I was seeing after nearly a year. She led me to the guest bedroom, and fussed around, trying her best to make me comfortable. I assured her, that I was quiet comfy, and grinned at her, as I told her, "Stop fussing, will you?" She smiled back, and the radiance of her smile caught at my senses, as she said "You're my Jiju, why should I not fuss over my sister's hubby?" I laughed at this and grabbed her in a warm hug, and Nisha squealed in surprise. She tried to extricate herself, but I held on tight, laughing at her squirming attempts to get free. Her breasts crushed to my chest, and I felt the poke of hardened nipples against me. "Oh oh," I thought to myself, as I let her go. I looked at her, and her face was flushed as she stammered something about making a cup of tea. The brief moment with Nisha's warm body against me, brought home to me, that here indeed was a woman!!. I began looking at Nisha with new eyes. However, work and the pressures of deadlines, soon caught up with me and I forgot the incident, lapsing back into the friendly relationship with Nisha. Being free of work one day, as certain materials needed for the project had not arrived, on an impulse, I decided to forego the local bar, and surprise Nisha. Thinking the poor girl, could do with an evening out, I decided to take her for a movie and dinner. Accordingly, I reached home, and letting myself into the apartment with the spare keys Nisha had given me, I decided to play a trick on her and frighten her by sneaking in and grabbing her. She would probably be in the kitchen, I thought to myself. So tiptoeing to across, I peeked only to find that she was not there. About to call, a sudden low moaning caught my ear. I paused still, trying to make out the origin of the sound. A sense of concern was building in me, as I realized that perhaps Nisha had taken ill. Moving swiftly, I crossed over to her bedroom, and stood as turned to stone. My heart beating wildly as I spied on her, prone across her bed. Nisha, lay sprawled out on her bed, facing away from the door. She was completely naked, and her hips kept hunching up and down, and she pounded her pussy on the cucumber inserted into her self. Her eyes were glued to the video showing and she was moaning as she brought herself off. "Well, well" I thought to myself, "The little mouse is indeed a woman!!" For long moments, I stood entranced, gazing at the beautiful wanton form, of my sis. The lovely ass cheeks, curled into a perfect bubble butt, as she hunched herself over the vegetable inserted in her pussy. A lovely creamy back, curved in a sweep, to meet her shoulders and neck. And the entrancing raven hair, usually pulled into a bun, was free flowing in a cascade that shimmered of moonlight and waterfalls. I gazed at my lovely, sis, unknown to her, and felt myself harden at the sight. My heart was thudding hard and fast, and my lips were dry. How long, I stood there, I have no idea. Probably it was just a few fleeting moments. My eyes were drawn to the video on screen, and my eyebrows rose, at the scene that held Nisha enrapt. It was a BDSM theme with the girl being bound and lashed. Her screams and moans were finding echoes in Nisha, and in a moment of realization, I stood thinking of Nisha's seemingly bizarre behavior. Moving forward, I raised my palm and brought it down hard on Nisha's ass. Two stinging slaps delivered in quick succession, one on each cheek. Nisha, screamed in pain, surprise and fear, and tried to buck away. My hand clamped down on the small of her back and I held her immobile, as I growled, "Naughty, naughty Nisha". She whimpered in feelings of humiliation at being caught out this way, and I smiled to myself. I caressed her silken ass cheeks, blushing a faint pink, as I asked her, "so this is what you get up to, when all alone Nisha? Dirty movies, and dirty deeds?" She whimpered and shook her head, as she whispered, "Please, please Jiju". Not having any idea what she was pleading for, I raised my hand and brought it down hard onto her ass again. Nisha's eyes caught at the screen where the girl was being brutally fucked, and her sobs of mortification, were mixed with gasps of arousal. Nisha, was getting off, on the humiliation of being caught and the morphing of her senses into the girl on screen. She seemed to forget my presence, as her hips rose and fell, caught in an onrush of passion. My hand rose, delivering spank after spank to her lovely ass, and I felt her bottom rise in welcome to my descending palm. Nisha, was indeed lost in the sensations, enjoying the pain, the humiliation and the pure sexual flow, flooding her being. She screamed and moaned, and her cheeks clamped tight, as she let go a flood of release, that created a damp patch on the bed cover. Her giant orgasm, crested and peaked, and Nisha sank to the bed, hiding her head under a pillow, as sobs wracked her body. Her muffled cries, spoke of shame, and her shaking body, told of guilt and remorse. Fingertips lightly caressing her back and ass, I soothed Nisha, and tried to calm her down, but her sobs only grew the louder, so I turned her over onto her back, and pulled the pillow off her face. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and refused to look at me, wanting to hide perhaps from the accusation of my eyes. Growing impatient, I reached across and slapped her face, not too hard, but firmly enough for the pain to register. Her eyes flew open, and I cupped her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. Looking down at her wordlessly, I gripped her chin, letting the pain simmer as I pulled the cucumber from her pussy, and held it to her lips. "Clean it", I spoke softly, yet firmly, and Nisha slid out her tongue, and began licking. Her eyes were filling with recognition of our new found relationship, and she wordlessly, licked and cleaned the veggie. I reached out, and drew a fingertip against the cucumber, draing a little of Nisha's juices on it, then pulled the finger to my lips, tasting her, as I looked down at her. Nisha's face filled with a lovely red hue, as she blushed. But her eyes were growing large in excitement and anticipation as my fingertip moved to her lip and slowly lower, crossing her breasts and belly, descending to her cleft. She gasped as the finger was inserted, and her thighs spread wider opening her for deeper penetration. No words were needed, as the lines were crossed, the excitement of the new relationship, was building a heat, which scalded the senses. I finger plucked the juices boiling in her well and I offered the finger to her lips again. Almost eagerly, Nisha's lips opened to take in the offering, and I had no need to speak and order her to lick. I smiled, and my smile grew in the triumph of possession. Leaning across, my fingertips caressed Nisha's cheek, and bending, my lips grazed hers lightly. Softly, she sighed, and breathed, "Jiju!!" My lips bore down harder and I took possession of hers, grinding down hard slowly crushing her lips, as my body crushed down onto hers. Nibbling, biting, licking, my lips and mouth and tongue, pushed her into an abyss of desires, long pent up, and Nisha went wild in a flare of passion. Her arms went round, and she pushed herself against me, as she kissed me back, molding herself the harder to me. Our bodies clung and grappled, and I felt her heart thudding wildly, in rhythm to mine, and we were lost in togetherness, the world fading to nothingness. Nisha's eyes were round and warm in the glow of understanding, and slowly she rolled away. Her breasts were heaving, desire and arousal peaking her nipples into turgid peaks. As I sat up in bed, watching her, she moved slowly to my side, and sinking to her knees, rested her palms on my thigh, and looking into my eyes, whispered, "Master, take me, make me Yours". Her voice trailed off, as she whispered "Please" and her head bowed, silently placing herself in my keeping. I rolled off the bed, and Nisha knelt naked before me. My eyes never left her body, as I slowly undressed. Standing naked before Nisha, I slowly stroked myself, and she licked her lips, suddenly dry with desire. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair, still in a bun, and shook it loose. Her hair cascaded down her back, in a shimmering waterfall, and I hissed in surprise at the transformation in Nisha, from the simple act. She looked beautiful, with her hair, down to her waist in soft curls. My fingers wrapped round her hair again, and I pulled her slowly towards my groin. Nisha's mouth opened obediently and her tongue stuck out. Slowly licking the crown of my throbbing hard cock, her eyes turned to me, devotion making them large. Her eyes seemed to say, "I am Yours Master, take me, own me, make me Yours". She sucked me into her mouth, and it was as if I was engulfed in a sea of fire. Wet molten tongue and sucking lips. My head fell back, in a gasp of pleasure, and I pulled Nisha's head closer. Wanting to be deeper in her hot sucking mouth, I pushed with my hips, and pulled Nisha's head tighter. Gagging sounds were issuing from her, and I let go, to allow her to breathe in. As her breathing slowed to normal, Nisha leant forward again, and pushing out her tongue, slowly began licking all along the rod. Lashing my cock with her wicked tongue and coating it with her saliva. She worked diligently, even licking and sucking my balls. My sensations were stupendous as Nisha dutifully, sucked and licked. Feeling the tide of rising pleasure, I pulled away from Nisha's mouth. Still she knelt, her eyes on me, as I slowly began stroking my cock in front of her. "You're my bitch, from this day, Nisha" I spoke in a slow firm voice. Nisha nodded, and I smacked my cock against her cheek. Slowly punctuating my words with cock slaps against each cheek, I told Nisha, how things would be from now on. "You are my slave, my slut" I murmured, and Nisha shook her head. Smacking her face, I told her that she no longer could make any decisions around the house. Every single matter was to be referred to me. Even the question of her clothes would be whatever I chose for her. Eyeing her dowdy dress lying on the bed, I told her, that she needed a change of wardrobe. We will be going shopping later, I told her with a grin. Walking to the far end of the room, I leaned naked against it, and crooked my finger to her. Nisha immediately got off the bed, and began walking towards me. "Crawl" I said, and she dropped to her knees, crawling on all fours. Nisha made a lovely picture, as she crawled towards me. Her full rounded breasts, wobbling as she crawled, her hot blush filled face, as the shame and arousal of her position played in her mind, and the delightful curve of her ass, dipping into the crack, filled my cock with an immense desire. Nisha crawled to me, and I bent to wrap her hair in my fist, before pulling her to my cock. I pulled back roughly on her hair, and forced her to take me in deep into her mouth. Forcefully, I plundered her mouth, fucking it, possessing it. Nisha was just an object for my lust, and I fucked her face savagely. Intent of getting off, I did not bother with the discomfort she felt, as I forced my steely rod down her throat. The sensations were getting to me, and soon I let fly, spurting gob after slimy gob into Nisha's mouth. Her throat worked frantically, swallowing my load, as I pulled out to spray the remainder of my cum onto her face. Grunting, I spurted globs of slimy seed all over her face, and Nisha knelt dumbly taking all I had to offer. Gasping and breathing deep, I moved to the bed to collapse, chest heaving. Nisha, mutely followed me on all fours. Comfortable, in her new found position as my slave. She took me into her mouth and licked me clean. She lovingly laved my balls and rod. My cock had shrunk, but still lay like a hose on my thigh, and Nisha's soft hands caressed and gently massaged the flesh. As rational thought returned, my eyes grew stricken. What had I done? Used my sister to soothe my baser instincts!!. My worried eyes looked at Nisha, still kneeling placidly by the bed. Her calm cool eyes spoke of contentment and awareness and a soft tremulous smile hovered on her lips. Her eyes spoke of acceptance and the weight in my chest seemed to dissolve. I reached out and caressed her hair lovingly and drew her to me. We lay together wordless but knowing that a new relationship had evolved and life would be carrying us on a roller coaster of excitement and enchantment that would leave us changed forever. Unforeseen Circumstances As soon as he stood up, Jeff knew immediately that he'd had way too much to drink. He couldn't help swaying unsteadily, and when he started for the bathroom, he lurched in a decidedly ungraceful manner. "Jeff's fucked up!" Crowed one of his cronies at the table, although they had all had more than was good for them. A group of the guys out for a night on the town almost always ended up in a race to see who would worship the porcelain god last. Jeff ignored the comment and the raucous laughter that followed it, focusing on his destination, which as near as he could remember was at the end of the long hall going past the back bar. The music from the band was loud enough to drown out all other sound, but he thought somebody yelled something at him as he started down the hall. He ignored it, his need to get to a stall overwhelming all other thoughts. At the end of the hall a doorway was partly open and light was streaming out. Peering into the room was a short, stout figure- almost a midget. "Get the hell out of my way." Jeff muttered, and barged past the figure and busted through the door. "Hey! Don't go in th-" the midget started to say, grabbing at him. But he was past, and into the room, and he drew up short, confused even beyond the alcoholic fog. A pair of men stood over a kneeling woman, one of them gripping her hair and one arm cruelly. They were all glowing in an eerie blue light, and as they all looked up at him in shock the light pulsed intensely, and Jeff lost all track of time and space. Cold was all that existed. Cold, and a vague sense of falling, falling. Or was he floating? But mostly the cold. And the dark, but it wasn't really dark, just….no light, somehow. But he felt like maybe he could see if there was anything around to see, but he was just in a big….nothing, a no-where. And it was so freakin' cold…. Then the light was there again, blue and blinding, and he fell to his knees in the grass. "Grass?" He wondered aloud, and realized that he was stone cold sober. Was he dreaming? As his vision slowly returned he rose to his feet and peered around him. He was on a hillside, not real steep, and in front of him were the woman and the two men who had been there when the light came. They were sprawled on the hillside, and the woman was struggling feebly, like she was coming out of a stupor. One of the men groaned softly, but neither was moving. Unsure, he moved to the woman- a girl really, he noticed, and a quite a gorgeous one. Blonde hair that flowed in long curls, a slender, lithe body and a face that was heart-shaped and beautiful even pinched in pain like it was right now. She wore a blue mini skirt and a black top that exposed a whole lot of savory looking flesh. When her eyes wobbled open, they were a piercing blue, and she flinched when she saw him standing so near, and nearly fell. Jeff caught her and helped her stand up. "Are you okay? What happened- did the building blow up?" A ridiculous notion, but the best explanation he could think of at the moment. She shook her head as if dazed, then her eyes widened and she looked at the prostrate men. "We have to get away from here!" She pulled away from him and began moving down the hillside. He followed hesitantly. "But they might need help." He said, glancing back at the men. "You idiot! They'll kill you. You disrupted their spell somehow, and we ended up here instead of at the Palace. If we're not gone when they wake up we're both dead." He followed her almost automatically, his brain reeling. "Wait- I disrupted their spell? Their SPELL? Is this some kind of game show hoax?" He looked around him, hoping to see a hidden camera, somewhere, somehow, but all he saw were trees and bushes and the little stream at the bottom of the hill. The girl hopped across the stream on a couple of rocks, and began sprinting downstream, moving faster than he would have expected her to be able to. If he had any chance of keeping up with her, he had to stop questioning and start moving. She kept up the sprint until she was well into the trees that bounded the stream, and then slowed to a jog. Jeff felt his heart racing from the run, and was glad he kept himself in decent shape. He matched her pace, trying to act like it was no effort at all. She glanced over at him a couple of times, and he did the same. Neither was wearing what could pass for work-out togs, but his jeans, t-shirt and Nikes were a little better suited than her attire. She was even barefoot, he noticed, and winced at the thought, although the ground was pretty smooth and free of stones. But she kept up the pace easily though, and never seemed to notice any damage her feet might be taking. After a good half hour she steered them into a particularly thick bunch of new pine growth, and they slowed to a walk, going single file. As he caught his breath, he took note again of her body. Her limbs were long and muscular, and her hair trailed down nearly to her ass. And what an ass it was! She found a small clearing in the close-set pines and stopped- holding up a pre-emptive hand to him. Cocking her head, she listened for several long moments before nodding. "OK," She said. "You must be a little confused, huh" She kept her voice low and quiet, but he couldn't see any fear or panic in her eyes at all. In fact, he thought he saw amusement, and maybe something else, something that made him stand a little straighter. "Uh- yeah." He said. "A couple of questions come to mind. Who are you? Where are we, and how did we get here? Who are those guys? And how do we get home?" She smiled again. "OK- You can call me Lisa. We're in the woods somewhere South of Avincor, I think. We got here because you screwed up a couple of magician's teleport spell somehow. Those guys on the hill back there were the magicians in question, and they're names are Alain Crowely and Barathas, and they'll both fry you on sight the next time they see you. Let's see, did that cover everything?" He thought about it for a moment. "I guess so. Except for the part about getting home." She shrugged. "You just have to find someone with the right spell. I can't help you there, sport. I can move myself around, but not others." He sat down on the bare earth, thinking. One of his friends could have slipped him some sort of hallucinate, he guessed. She laughed gaily and sank to her knees in front of him. "Oh, cheer up. We can probably find a dozen mages with the right spell in Avincor. What we have to now is be sure we make it there alive. And get up enough money to pay them for the spell, of course." He stared at her as his mind raced through all that had happened. Then he just shrugged. What the hell else could he do but go along with this? "OK, Lisa. What do we do now?" She smiled, and there was definitely a lascivious twinkle in her eye. "Well, first we have to find out exactly where we are and how to get somewhere safe. Then we probably better check on Alain and his butt-boy, just to be sure they're not sneaking up on us. So we have to get my magic working." He nodded. "Sounds good. How do we get your magic working?" "Well," she said, rising to her feet and smiling down at him, her hands caressing her body gently. "You're going to have to give it to me, Stud." He rose to his feet, somewhat less gracefully. "You mean….?" She nodded. "My magic is sexually oriented. My batteries are empty, as it were, and there's only one way to get this party started." She dropped again to her knees, this time reaching forward to the fastening of his pants. With skill born of practice she dropped his pants to the ground and pulled his cock free. "Oh, my." She said. "This is going to work just fine once we get it primed." "Well," he thought. "Even if this is a drug-induced episode, things are definitely looking up." She inhaled deeply the aroma of his cock before kissing it lightly, then taking it into her mouth. It quickly grew to full length, but even then she had no problem taking it all into her mouth and throat, and he gasped at the sensation she provided as she bobbed her head rapidly back and forth. She was a masterful cock sucker- more than once she seemed to tell when he was approaching a point of no return, and she would back off and change techniques, from a deep throat to a licking, nibbling approach to an attack on his balls. She used her hands lightly, a soft caress here, a stroke there, and she moaned when she had him deep in her throat, which he found immensely exciting. He leaned back, hands on her head as she worked his tool, then she pulled off and stood up. She walked a few steps away and flipped the mini-skirt up. She was naked underneath, and she casually bent forward and grabbed her ankles, shaking her ass at him invitingly. "Come on, Stud. I can't speak the spells while I'm gobbling your meat." He stepped up behind her and placed his cock at the tip of her engorged cunt lips. With a wiggle of her hips she trapped the bulb of his cock inside her, and he marveled at the wetness and the firmness of that grip. Growling, he moved closer and reached down to grab her hips. "Slowly, Stud. I have to recite the spell while you fuck me, so I have to keep my breath, and you have to last." "Uh-huh." He grunted as he shoved deep inside her. Waiting for her spell wasn't his prime motivation at the moment. He began a deep, steady stroking. He threw his head back- god, she was tight! He heard her begin to chant, and listened long enough to know he didn't know the language she was using. And really didn't care, not as long as she felt this good. After a few moments, she stopped chanting, and began to flex her interior muscles. She was panting along with him now, and he began to lose his rhythm as he pounded harder and harder. He felt his orgasm coming on like a freight train and he shouted as he increased his pace to a frenetic stroke. He was lifting her off the ground on the in-thrust, and pulling out to the very knob on the out-thrust. She moaned aloud as she began to come as well, and after a few moments they fell to the ground, trembling. "Wow." She said. "Now that's some serious battery-charging. What's your name anyway, Stud? "So this Avincor is a big city, then?" He said as they walked though the trees. She nodded. "One of the biggest on the continent. Nearly half a million people, which is plenty, considering the level of sanitation. It's sort of like the Paris of this world- not the so much a world super-power as the trend-setter for culture and art and architecture, that sort of thing. Some of the best colleges and libraries in the world are there, and that includes magical ones." "How much money are we going to need to buy the spell to go home? And how are we going to get it?" She shrugged. "Get a job, I guess. What do you do, anyway?" He shook his head. "I'm an IT Specialist. Microsoft certified, with a degree in English Lit. on the side. I don't guess that's going to translate to a whole lot of jobs here." "No. But maybe you could hire on at one of the libraries. Enough books cross over from your world to require translation, and the major written language in use in Avincor is very similar to English in the first place- it seems one of the recent emperors were from your world, or at least spent a lot of his life there." That was an encouraging thought. "How long do you think that would take to get the kind of money we'd need?" "Oh, years and years." She said, casually deflating his hopes. "Or we could hire you out as a gigolo in one of the brothels- which is another thing Avincor is famous for. I'd say you'd earn your keep." She said, patting him affectionately on the buttocks. He couldn't help but grin, despite the fact that she was toying with him. "But there's only a couple of realistic ways to earn the kind of money we're talking about. One is to steal it. The other is to join an adventuring party that has a likely chance at some serious loot." "An adventuring party? Like in D&D- fighters and caves and dragons and stuff?" "Sort of. Just from your background on Earth you're going to have some talents that will help. Knowledge of firearms and explosives-even the most rudimentary knowledge you see on TV puts you light years ahead of the locals. First-aid, simple laws of physics, hell-a lot of adventurer types can't even read a map, let alone make one. And what are you, six- two, about two-ten? You're bigger and probably stronger than 95% of the population of this world, and smart too. Don't sell yourself short. We get you some gear, make you into one of the mysterious, multi-talented type, and parties will be clamoring to sign you on, Stud." He wasn't so sure, but he kept silent, thinking about it. It sure sounded exciting, but he remembered how his army recruiter had made that sound exciting, too. The forest petered out at the edge of a wide plain cut by low hills, and they made camp just inside the confines of the trees, where they found heavily laden plum and walnut trees. "We need to stay on our toes, now." Lisa said. "The forest is protected, but out there we're on our own. Keep your eyes open." "What kind of things do we need to be looking out for?" "Everything. Orcs, bandits, monsters. Etc, etc. It'll take us most of the day to reach the river, and the other side is patrolled by troops from Avincor, but between here and there is wilderness. In fact, we better re-charge my batteries as much as possible." She said, moving in close at that last part, pulling her top off over her head. They had fucked furiously earlier. Now they took more time- at least time enough to both get naked in the moonlight. She had a runner's body, lean, not much meat, and smallish, pert tits. He generally liked a more buxom type, but she was undeniably beautiful. He nuzzled at her tits for a good few minutes before dropping slowly down to kiss his way to her love-nest. Her cunt was juicy and ready for him, and he found her clit with ease. He licked and lapped and kissed and fondled until she came shuddering against his mouth, then she twisted herself around to engage his cock with her own mouth. He loved sixty-nine: he always thought that if had to die someday, this would be the way to go, but she was almost too good a cock-sucker- he found himself close to the edge in no time at all. He was on bottom, so he just lifted her by the hips off of him and poised her over his cock. It was no big feat- she couldn't way more than a hundred pounds, but she oohed at his boldness and writhed to seat herself on him. He lowered her slowly onto him and she began riding him. She spun around to face him without removing herself from him, which almost did him in, and then her eyes caught his, twinkling with delight. "You could be a witches' best friend, Stud." She said, closing her eyes as a tremor hit her. "We could have me fully charged up in a week at this rate." They breakfasted on more walnuts and plums. Jeff was pretty sure he could have brought down a few of the plentiful squirrels or rabbits with a nicely curved stick he found, but neither he nor Lisa had a knife to skin them with. He kept the throwing stick anyway, though. Less than an hour later they topped a low rise to see a scene of battle being played out before them. A small camp lay in the low valley, and in it a pair of horsemen was circling a trio of fighters on foot. Two other horses were already down, as were several other bodies- which side they belonged to was hard to say. As Lisa and Jeff watched, one of the horsemen charged, and then swerved away. As the feint took place, the other horseman spurred in close, and his long curved blade caught the light as it slashed down, driving one of the fighters to the ground. But another struck upwards with a spear and pierced the horseman's armor- he slumped to the ground, taking the spear with him. Now there were two fighters on foot against one horseman. "Let's go." Lisa said, and began sprinting towards the battle. "Wait- which side are we on?" But he followed her lead, staff and throwing stick ready. One of the footmen appeared to be only a child, swathed in long robes, and the other, who had lost his spear, drew a short, curved sword and positioned himself between the horseman and the child. The horseman charged again, and the charging horse trampled straight over the swordsman, though not before the sword plunged into the horse's chest. Rearing, it tossed its rider, who despite his armor, rolled nimbly and came to his feet. Now there was only the de-horsed man and the child, but Lisa was by now only some forty feet away or so, and she shouted and cast her arm forward, and a glowing missile of red light shot forward to strike the horseman, who staggered a bit and turned. With horror, Jeff saw the man pull at a holster on his belt, and produce a massive and oddly shaped revolver out and point it at Lisa. The throwing stick was sailing through the air, though he didn't remember thinking of throwing it, and it struck the man on the arm as he fired, knocking the shot awry. Lisa gestured again, and a second missile struck the man to the ground. The child rushed forward and plunged a short, gleaming blade into the man's neck, finishing him off. Panting, the three survivors looked at each other. Then the child smiled, and Jeff realized it was really a very short adult female person. A hobbit, he wondered? "Well met, Allysethe!" She said. Lisa smiled and half-bowed. "And to you, Lady Maeriadonna. It has been a while." "And who is this young hero?" The short lady asked. Jeff looked at Lisa, who smiled and shrugged. He bowed his head as Lisa had done. "Jeff Prince, ma'am. Nice to meet you." "A prince, is it? How romantic, to be rescued by such a handsome noble!" She looked him up and down again, and he fidgeted uncomfortably. Still, she was a strikingly attractive woman, once you got over the size- she was well shy of four feet tall- and the knowing look in her eye stirred something in him. "But we must look to my guards first, though I fear the worst. Those were professional assassins, I think, not common bandits. And I think they sought to take me alive." "Do you have enemies who would go to such extremes, Lady?" Asked Jeff. "Dozens, my boy, dozens." She chuckled. They checked the bodies on the ground. Only one was alive, a thin, dark-skinned man in brown and green. The same sword stroke that had severed his left hand had smashed into his head, where a thin-looking metallic circlet had absorbed enough of the blow to leave him alive, if unconscious. There was little blood from the hand, but the head wound bled furiously. The Lady Maeriadonna administered to him gently as Lisa and Jeff began to haul the dead into two piles- good guys and bad guys. They would burn the good guys in a funeral pyre made from one of the wagons in the camp. The bad guys would be left where they lay. Jeff queried Lisa about the Lady as they worked: it turned out she was something of Halfling Royalty, and a famous archaeologist, explorer and eccentric. There was now a surplus of riding horses, plus one working wagon. They placed the injured man- a half-elf named Arlis, Jeff was told- in the working wagon and broke what was left of the camp. The Lady Maeriadonna- Maer, as she asked Jeff to call her- pitched in with her share of the work like a commoner. She would drive the wagon while Lisa and Jeff rode the surviving horses the attackers had rode. Jeff was now a well-armed man: he had appropriated the big revolver, which fired crude cartridges that had to be over .50 caliber- he had fired it twice to get an ideal of the kick and accuracy- of which there was plenty of the first and little of the second. But it fired four shots, and the assassin had a pouch with nearly fifty rounds left. Unforeseen Circumstances In addition, he had acquired a large dagger and a smaller belt knife, along with a long rapier in a black sheath. He strapped an unstrung bow and a quiver of arrows to the horse as well, and kept his throwing stick, which had served him so well. Before they mounted up, Lisa jumped out of the wagon after checking that the elf was sleeping comfortably. "You know, we'd better charge up my batteries again. There's no telling what dangers are ahead of us until we reach the river." Jeff glanced nervously at the Halfling. He was thinking of a way to sneak away for the time it would take when she laughed and began to unlace her gown. "I could use a little charging up myself." She had a luscious, full-figured body on a 3 and a half foot frame. Her proportions were symmetrical and perfect, and her bush was trimmed to a neat little heart shape. Ample hips narrowed to a thin, waspish waist, and big, pert tits with large brown nipples jutted forth at him. Lisa was suddenly naked too, and the contrast between the two was mesmerizing. He watched as Lisa dropped to her knees and the two women fell into a long embrace, kissing passionately. Their hands found their way to each others tits, the one pair being kneaded like soft bread dough, the other being stroked and caressed with feather light strokes. They broke their kiss together and looked over at him. "Come on, Stud." Lisa said, her voice husky with lust. "You're going to love this, Maer. The man is a fucking machine." Maer giggled, and reached out to grasp his jutting member as he approached, having stripped with frantic speed. "I'll be happy to verify that. You know I get the first load though, right?" Lisa giggled herself. "I forgot about that. OK, but I get the second one." Maer took the knob of his cock into her mouth. She wasn't going to be able to handle a whole lot more than that, but her small hands pistoned his rod like lighting, until Lisa began to encroach. Then there were two mouths on his dick, and he watched fascinated as they shared his prick like predators on a carcass, sometimes grudgingly, and sometimes distractedly. At times they would stop to kiss each other, each leaving a hand to stroke and tease him while they did. Finally Maer flipped onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "I can't wait anymore. Give it to me, Prince Jeff." He eased himself over her, very conscious of the disparity in size and weight. "Wouldn't you rather be on top?" He asked hesitantly. She growled and grabbed at his prick, pulling it to her. "I want it hard and fast, Prince. I promise you I can take it- you just put it to me hard." It took a moment to ease into her, but he slowly fed himself into her. He was amazed to find that his entire cock fit inside her. Her face was still and he wasn't sure it was with rapture or pain until her tongue snaked out to lick her lips and she moaned softly. Lisa bent forward to capture it in her own mouth. Maer urged him forward with her hips, and he began stroking into her slowly. She bucked harder against him and he increased the pace, but only slowly. Maer whispered something to Lisa, and the blonde backed away from kissing her, stroking Jeff's shoulders instead as he stroked away. He began to increase his pace ever so slowly, and his hands came around to grasp Maer's ass cheeks. He stopped for a moment each time he was all the way inside, enjoying the tightness and the grip. Then Lisa licked his balls from behind, startling hime into pushing even deeper into Maer, eliciting a gasp from her. "That's the way, my Prince. Give it to me hard, HARD." That was pretty much all he needed to hear. As Lisa stroke his ass and fondled his nipples he began letting Maer have it. Within seconds he had built up to a furious crescendo, and she began a constant low moaning that rose and fell with his strokes. "Ahh, yes! Ahh, ahhhhh, ah! Oh, I'm there, I'm there!" She screamed, her legs writhing with her orgasm. He felt his own cum boiling up inside him and she realized it. "In my mouth! In my mouth, Prince!" She shouted, and Lisa pulled him away from that cunt. He half-leapt atop her and she grabbed his hose just as it began spurting. The first blast missed her mouth and coated her cheek and chin, but she corralled the rest and sucked furiously on his knob, her hands twisting and pumping on his shaft as he unloaded into her. When his load stopped and his cock no longer twitched, she let go of him and he fell back. Lisa jumped atop her and began to eat her out furiously, her blonde head twisting and turning with her efforts. Maer was wiping the cum off her face with her hands and licking them clean. She stuck one down to Lisa, who lapped and sucked on the short fingers like so many tiny cocks. Lisa's ass was dancing nicely in the air as she ate the Halfling out, and Jeff's cock was still rock hard. With what was going on in front of him, he didn't expect it to get any softer, so he moved in and took advantage. When she felt his cock at her nether lips, she groaned and ground against him, and in seconds he was pumping away again. Eventually she fell against Maer as she came, unable to concentrate on her cunt as she came herself. Maer grinned wickedly and stroked her until she calmed, then disentangled herself. "OK, I'll take that ride you offered now." Jeff found himself on his back, the tiny hobbit bouncing up and down on him like a kid on a pony. He pulled Lisa to him and lifted her over his face. He turned her so she was facing Maer, and ate her well-fucked cunt while the two women fondled and kissed. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come again." He announced, and both women squealed and bounce off him, repositioning themselves around his cock, which was glistening with pussy juice. "Your turn, Lisa" Maer said graciously, and Lisa giggled. "Come on down- I'll share." When he came, they licked him and each other clean, and they fell asleep in a pile. Jeff wasn't sure how long the nap lasted, but the sun wasn't quite at midday before Lisa nudged him awake. "Come on, Stud. We have to make the city by nightfall to get the elf to a healer. Besides, I know a hostel with a bed plenty big enough for all of us, and room service to boot."