6 comments/ 24687 views/ 19 favorites One Full Moon By: jpz007ahren First time submission. Most of this came to me in the middle of the night. I had a small idea I wanted to write down so I wouldn't forget, and then this came out. Did some editing with a friend and had to find another word processor to spell check. All comments welcome, even the mean ones- I'm a new writer so even unconstructive criticism can be useful. Hope you enjoy! *** A battlefield full of screaming, moaning and corpses. One cares little for the latter, preferring the former two for Its purpose. One has cousins who deal with the later, scary even to One they are, but One's duties are far more respectable, at least to One's eyes. One makes Its way through the field poking and prodding various fleshy things lain out. Its early, fresh, and One always tries to find a pretty one to have first, it lets One think of it instead of what's left of them. One meanders amongst the carnage, feeding on the blood of the Defects. Those worthless demons that didn't have the decency to die or continue fighting. Their last act to nourish the breeders, before the venom turns their body to black sand. One is strange for a breeder, choosing to adorn Itself like a Knight of the Burning Stars. One makes Itself as much like a pretty male as One can, and One collects the black sand. One doesn't know why It does, none of the other breeders do, not even the foul cousins. One shrugs these thoughts away as Its hearing picks up whispers of life. Pretty sounds, this one is still strong it seems like, hopefully will still have its pretty parts left on it. One loves to touch and taste the Cold Stars, now that they don't burn It anymore, they're much nicer to do One's duty with, that Its own kind. Finally, One comes across a pretty, bleeding but not overmuch, a spear impaling its shoulder, holding it pinned to the ground. Still has all its parts though, and its a soft one, One's favorite kind. ~ ~ So... weak. Wuh... where am I? Wuh... why does my shoulder hurt so mu- "Fuck!!" The battlefield is quiet now, the clashing of sword and claw, shield and bone has stopped. One of their spears is imbedded in her shoulder, all the way through and coming out her back, she can feel it. "Fuck. I've got to get up. Come on, you can do this. All you need to do is just stand up. Just pull yourself off of this- fucking- pillar in your- FUCK!!" It hurts too much, the weapon coated in small spines, designed to hold itself in whatever meat it strikes, tearing it out if removed improperly. Sobbing to herself a moment, she collects her thoughts and tries to push the pain down for a bit, "Need to find something to cut it with, where's my sword?" She glances around, looking for anything that might help when she hears the footsteps; 'Fuck! Something's still out there, now I really need my sword! Where is it, where is it!' Finding only a long curved talon nearby she grabs it and then tries to still her body, the footsteps getting closer and closer... ~ ~ "All dead. I've got to find any survivors quickly, before the scavengers start swarming over this place. Shit, this one looks like it must have just passed, spear must have nicked her heart," One grabs the spear gives it a small twist, needing to be sure this one has died. Far too pretty a one to waste on the cousins if its just hiding. The twist not making a response One continues onward, hopeful of another pretty like this one was, talking aloud again One makes sure to speak proper, as One always does in the field. One never knows whose listening, "Not much time left. I've got to find any wounded and get them to safety. Scavengers can track a writhing meal for miles-" ~ ~ Oh FUCK!! That thing just twisted the fucking spear, shredding her worse than trying to get up did. Not making a sound or twitching was beyond the hardest thing she could imagine. 'Can't move, they can sound like us when they want. Can't make a sound, they can hear so well.' As she hears his after word she cracks her eyes open and can't help but gasp. 'Shining Plate! He's one of ours, I'm saved!' "Hel... help..." 'Dammit! I'm too weak, I can't even call out,' "He... help... me," 'Please don't leave me here to die! I'm alive... please. I need to make noise, he has to come back.' Then she looks at the spear again, using the last of her strength she puts both hands on it and pulls, everywhere, shaking herself against the meat hooks. The pain intense enough to make her scream. ~ ~ "She's alive! Oh, thank the Light. Stay calm, I've got you now. I'll heal you, just stay with me!" The pretty fading to the grey, not all the way to the black, but not aware anymore. One takes this opportunity to sink Its fangs into the spear, injecting One's venom into it. Soon the spear won't trouble the pretty anymore. Petting the soft one's face, One moves some of the hair out of the way as One turns the tasty's head to the side, exposing its neck. Concentrating One feels deep inside Its body, looking for the proper venom sacks to keep the pretty alive, and malleable. Soft ones are more difficult to properly stimulate, but One has always preferred them to the larger like One's disguise. The soft ones have an extra entrance, and when used correctly it feels much better to One than the others. Finally mixing it well enough, One leans back down to the pretty's neck, opens One's mouth, and sinks Its fangs inside the tasty. Star blood tasting so much better than Defects, but unable to savor it, always having to take as little as possible. ~ ~ Warmth. All over. It feels good... safe. What happened, I thought I was dying? Moaning, she tries to move, "There's a good girl. Hold up now, don't try to move yet, I'm still tending to your shoulder. Those spears are nasty to repair." She opens her eyes to really see her savior for the first time, 'He's beautiful.' Looking at her open eyes he smiles, "Hi there. Glad I made it in time, what's your name pretty thing?" She tries to talk, but it takes a few times before she finds her voice again, "Luna." He smiles again, "What a lovely name for such a lovely woman. Now just try and stay still, I'm almost finished with your shoulder. I had to remove your armor to check for more wounds, but I believe your going to be fine." Only after he mentions it does she realize her armors missing, and not just her armor. She lies on the ground naked before this beautiful stranger who rescued her, who's healing her- a rare gift, and she's so hot, her blood burning in her veins, "Puh- poisoned?" He puts his hand on her sternum, holding her to the ground, "I'm covering in sweat, and my blood, feels like fire." Her savior shakes his head, "You're not sweating, you were getting cold from blood loss so I rubbed you down with some ointment. It should help speed your recovery and warm you up some, you were so cold. Are you really burning up, it should only be a slight warmth?" She blushes as his attention pulls away from her face to feel her skin. His words and now his touch defining the heat in her blood in a different light. 'His hands are everywhere, sliding, gliding over me,' "Its fine, I- I just thought there was something wrong with me." He looks back up at her, one of his hands resting on her upper thigh, so close to where she wants it. He leans down and looks into her eyes, her body so hot as he examines her face, "You do seem rather flushed, and your pupils are dilated. Can you tell me what your feeling now, I need to be sure your okay." She shakes her head and then gasps when he presses his ear into her breasts, "Your heartbeat is escalating, your system could be overloading from the healing I did to your shoulder. Let me check your back," one of his hands slides quickly under and between her thighs while another goes under her bad shoulder. He gently rolls her onto her side and using the hand from her shoulder gently caresses the scar tissue on her back, his other hand resting on her thighs. Her leg propped up and his hand so close she can't help herself anymore, she grabs the hand so close to her flower, "I'm fine healer, just-" touching herself with him, "just really aroused at the moment." The healer seems a little stunned as she rolls onto her back again, spreading her legs as she holds his hands against her core while her now working arm reaches up to his neck as she pulls them together for a kiss. Their lips touching finally sparking some reaction from him, his fingers- once still, begin to pet and caress her folds. His arm reaching under her back to help support her weight as he deepens the kiss, not holding her mouth to his, but opening them together as their tongues duel. His fingers continue their dance on her intimate flesh and add more steps to it, he sinks a finger inside her, testing her wetness while she moans into his mouth. ~ ~ One knows how to handle a soft one. How to touch and play, but more importantly, how to speak and act when finding one. Its very important, if one likes the soft ones like One does, to get the pretty to make the first contact with their special place. Makes it easier to play with them there, and One loves to play there. One and Luna take off the armor One wears while One's fingers keep the woman from thinking too much. Finally free of Its constraints One reveals Its tool to the pretty, "Oh sweet Goddess, its so big. Will it fit?" One gazes deeply into the tasty's eyes and reads what to say from there, "I'll be gentle. Your safe with me." The soft one's legs are spread wide open as One takes a breast in one hand, and Its tool in the other. One caresses and plumps the softness as One nuzzles Itself against the tasty's neck, One's fangs descending for another dose for the pretty. One guides Its tool to the pretty's special place and slicks Itself with the wetness, then begins to slowly press Itself inside. The pretty's moans and words becoming less coherent as its sweetness swallows the tip. Anchored inside the softest, It grasps and plays with the other breast as well, running Its lips and carefully Its teeth against the sweetling's neck. ~ ~ He starts filling her with one smooth, excruciatingly slow push. His hands on her tits driving her wild while keeping her back against the ground. Her legs splayed open for him, his knees resting lightly, but securely on them, preventing most of her ability to move. His kisses on her throat only adding another layer as her pussy is stretched over his massive cock. Her virgin love tunnel being treated with such care by such a powerful male more than she can take as she climaxes. 'Oh GODDESS!!' Screaming and writhing and spasming he holds onto her gently as her already tight pussy clamps down on him, he just holds himself still and bites her neck. His hands still working their magic on her tits send her even higher as her orgasm intensifies, all the while his dick holds its place, waiting for her to calm down. Finally, she slumps back, exhausted and so wet that his cock is able to sink the last few inches with ease. Engulfed by her pussy the man leans up, takes her legs and hikes them up to his shoulders. He stares into her eyes and gathers up her arms above her head, using one hand to hold them there while the other weaves into her hair. Holding her securely again, he pulls himself slowly out of her, inch by inch until only the head of his cock is inside her. Then he leans all of himself against her, bending her like a pretzel he gazes at her, their noses practically touching as her pussy welcomes his shaft back inside her. He pushes so deep inside her, so deep. His thrusts are long, smooth and even after he picks up his pace a little, after her body adapts to his size, still so slow. His eyes right there in front of her, boring into her soul as her body is held by his strength. She cums and cums for him, her body igniting over and over again. The intensity too much she closed her eyes at one point, only to have him stop himself until they opened again. The need for more overriding any last shred of shyness from her as his body fills her so deliciously. So close to her own, and forced to stare endlessly at them, when his eyes change she can't help but notice. The bright blue begins to fade, growing darker as his pace increases. The darkness growing thicker in them as he darts to her mouth for a hard kiss here and there. His gentle thrusts getting harder and faster now, his hands holding her captive gripping her stronger and tighter while her pussy continues to sing for him. Lost in the haze of passion she can't stop her body, can't change what she's feeling when she sees those eyes, a scant couple of inches from her own, start to burn bright red. Little shards at first, seeming to break out of the dark of his lust, until enough open up to shatter the window and his soul is laid bare. His demon soul. His demonic strength pounding mercilessly at her all too willing flesh, now slamming his meat inside her. Her tainted body not caring that what's functional of her mind rebels against him; her pleasure continues unabated. Tears slide down her face while her voice sings in tune with her flesh, praising him, worshiping him. He beats her cunt with his cock, vigorously fucking her until he finally crashes himself all the way against her. He grinds against her pussy as his face contorts with ecstasy and purpose. Holding his mouth against hers, he whispers to her, "One is going to keep this pretty." Her mind barely able to process that he spoke before her body explodes anew. Having thrust one last time he pours his essence inside her, his seed more than capable of opening her innermost door as it swells her womb. Great deluges of cum erupt inside her as her traitorous pussy milks him for more. Filling up in a way she never thought possible she stares at her demon lover, his lips pulled back reveal rows of fangs in a mouth she had kissed. His eyes finally break their stare as he buries his head to her side, and those fangs in her collar. The bite barely noticed as new and just as powerful waves crash into her as his body continues to gush into her own. His hips pressing in time with each new spate of cum against her own. After many minutes he calms, still holding himself tight to her body she can none the less feel the pool under her, and the river that cascades from her stomach between the valley of her bosom to trickle across her neck where he feeds from her. Still she milks him and still, though less often, he'll press deeper against her and a new torrent will flood her. Its not until he's nearly finished that she begins to notice his whispers against her, "So sweet. So right, so tight, so warm. Mine, not let any take what belongs to One. So sweet..." His last wave comes to him as he pulls up from her neck, seeming dazed he stares again into her eyes, "Luna. One's Luna." Her body still too overloaded from his venom she cums anew with his final burst and whimpers with her helpless pleasure. ~ ~ The pretty is only barely conscious, so tired from the fun, and the earlier hurt. One will take care of the pretty now. Looking down to see where they're joined, One notices the varnish of their cum mixed over her as more of Its seed seeps from them. One grabs some of her cloth and holding her nether lips around Its tool. One slowly withdraws. When One finally exits the pretty's softest It ties the cloth over and around her opening and hips, wanting as much of Itself in her as One can keep. Luna's body so easy to lift and move, the pretty offers no noticeable resistance as One rebinds her breasts with the wet cloth, and equips the armor again; the metal having closed over the spear wound, having healed on its own. One quickly adorns Its own shiny suit before picking up Its prize, holding her head on One's shoulder to ease the journey they must now make, "What are you?" The pretty finally gets enough energy to ask, "One is a breeder. One's kind scours the field and mates with the bodies of the fallen. One fills the body with seed of warriors to make army. Don't worry One's Luna. One didn't use warrior seed to fill her with, it was One's own seed. Made special for Luna after One decide to keep. One's seed should grow like normal Star baby does, not eat its way out like warrior. One will take care of Luna, Luna safe with One." ~ ~ The fullness inside her taking on different light from the demons speech. Most of the heat having faded from her, she has no recourse but to hold herself close to the demon carrying her. Being far too weak, exhausted and sore to walk on her own, much less escape. Almost immersed in his cum her flesh tingles as his seed seethes and seems to slither against gravity to smear her exposed flesh. The bindings on her breasts having soaked in it slush around and grope her engorged nipples. Her clit getting no relief even with the pressure of thong keeping the reservoir of his essence inside her, the mush of their juices still bubbles excitedly throughout her nether lips. However, the thing that unsettles her the most is a new heat building inside her. One that pulses and throbs in her, one that seems to echo her own heartbeat, an echo she remembers hearing from a friend. A heat deep inside her, a heat concentrated where she feels fullest, a heat in her womb. *** Hope you like it! Don't forget to vote and comment, but be gentle if you would, I'm still new. One Full Moon Ch. 02 Round Two. FIGH- err, Fuck! The perspectives should be a little better this round. But its still, different, like the first chapter. Hope you enjoy! And don't forget about voting and comments, I like reading what people have to say about my stories. *** Its been three days since I was kidnapped. Three days of the most mind-blowing sex I could never imagine in my past life. Three days since I've had anything to eat. This creature, this demon, my lover, has done horrible things to me, with me, and I can't tell him no. He won't touch me sexually without my permission, but he will bite me. He floods my blood with his venom, muting my powers which should have returned by now, and keeping a furnace boiling in my cunt. Its not sacred anyone, I'm not pure anymore, I belong to him; not yet my soul, but in body I am his... or should I say bodies. At first I thought it a coincidence. He spoke of trying to impregnate me like one of my Gleaming cousins. I was too consumed by the guilt and horror, and yes the satiation of desires I never knew I possessed, to really understand much less believe the quickening within me. I've accepted this and far more than I would have believed of myself these last three days. My lover is a demon that I despise, he fills me beyond ecstasy each time he communes with my flesh, and his seed has sown itself swiftly and completely within me. I accept all these things because I must, but I do not accept living as his plaything, much less his brood mare. So I starve. Soon I won't be able to keep up with his march, and hopefully, soon after I will die, and this abomination will end as my tainted soul goes to its judgment. He shudders in front of me, and I echo his motion. I know what this means, soon he will halt our march and turn back to me. His now crimson eyes will coruscate with his lust and as he glares into my own, he will strip my armor from me once again. I will beg and plead with him at first, and later as well... My will shifts too easily under his influence, my body betrays my mind at his touch- Suddenly choking, "Pretty must pay attention. One has not failed as a teacher this badly. Pretty needs more motivation, or does One's Luna want some special attention paid to her ass?" His gauntleted hand throwing me to the ground after capturing me unawares. Coughing and trying to breathe once more I none the less plead with my lover, "No.. please Luna's One... I will be good, Luna... Luna has learned from One well. One doesn't need to waste Its essence anywhere but my pussy," stripping off my armor willingly I try to entice my lover not to breach this new territory. My past life remembers talk about sex back there and how some felt only pain and discomfort, but others felt new savage joy and submission. Seeing me bare my clothed flesh, One pauses as I even slide the thong from my pussy, opening and playing with my flower without needing another bite from his fangs. I sink three cum stained fingers inside, the cloth having soaked up the remnants of his pleasure. The squishing and plopping of my seeking hand giving me a sickening delight as I watch his eyes burn brighter at my wanton display. My spare hand frees a captive breast as I maul it while bringing my own nipple to my mouth to suckle and bite. Containing himself no longer his heavy plate falls from him like the lightest silk, breezing off of him to clatter to the ground behind him as he stalks closer to me. His resplendently marbled flesh exposed to my view, my traitorous body clenches with a quick orgasm while my thrusting fingers are imprisoned within. My self-disgust surpassed only by my awakening true lust. My knees arched up as my legs spread wide for his descent, he captures my hair in his hand and replaces an engorged nipple with his tongue in my mouth. Kissing me breathless, he lifts my hips higher as his more talented jaws lower and feed upon my unmolested breast. His tongue and fang and experience quickly carry me higher into the Sky, bringing me far up on the mountain range of this session's rapture. ~ ~ Tasty's flesh is so much sweeter now. The pretty gave herself openly to One this time, and One believes she should be rewarded. Burrowing Its fangs one pop at a time as One's mouth is full of Luna's wondrous breasts, a reward for both of them as One senses and controls her plunge to madness's depths. Her attention solely focuses higher as her hips are lifted and bent farther, One craves the touch of Its former life. One's offhand threat appealing more and more to Its mind while Its seed slips and slicks her unviolated lower passage. Drowning in the ocean of her lust, One presses Its ram at her dark gates while It continues to sink her deep beneath the waves of her passion. Rising from her breast, mouth dripping with her blood One stares into her eyes and speaks with Its cultivated voice, "May I fill and stretch your wondrous flesh with my-" Her body on fire from the extra dose of demon One left in her breast making Luna screech, "FUCK ME DAMN YOU!" One smiles Its special smile and settles Itself more firmly against Its target, "As you wish, my beloved." The veil of passion parting just enough at his smile for her to feel where One is aimed draws beautiful horror in a corner of her eyes. One presses slowly against its new home as Luna cannot help her outburst of lust. Yet, Its demon chorusing in her blood is still unable to distract her from the new sensation of her ass being defiled. ~ ~ Burning! So thick inside me. Make it stop, makeitstop makeitstop. So full, so hot. Too much, deeper please! Oh Goddess I'm cumming aga- "FUCK!" I writhe and scream for my demon. If I had any modesty, the shame of my orgasm from this heinous act would break the hold his eyes have over mine. Our stare continues. Some detached part of my mind marvels at how well One has trained me, mind and body going supernova yet I still give him that extra level with our gaze interlocked. My respite ends far too soon as I crash back inside my flesh. 'His eyes BURN for me, for ME! I did this, I MAKE HIM SHINE!' My hands dig furrows next to our joining, breaking and bleeding without care in my exaltation of our lovemaking. His mighty cock finally engulfed fully in my luscious ass. His expression and coos of delight more beautiful than the climax I just felt, bring tears to my eyes as I whimper in overloaded joy and contentment from his pleasure, "You did so well, baby. Such a good girl." He leans down and kisses away my tears, cooing and shushing away my mewling as my battered flesh adjusts to its new occupant. He rocks inside me so gently. Just like our first time together he's so soft and sweet with me. The tenderness in these moments fragment my soul. He's so big and powerful, yet he can treat me with such care I can't lose myself in just feeling. He's trying to make me love him, and I fear its working. My body already obeys him, and with the echo in my stomach, my heart is bending too. I just want to lose myself, I don't want to have to think about what's happening, I need him to fuck me, "Please. Please, harder baby. Please." Demon that he is, he can see the cracks in my footing, always staring at my face, into my eyes, reading my soul. "Shhh. Its okay. Its okay Luna. This is all for you. Just feel. Just us, together," tears spring anew at his words. I'm breaking and he's holding the pieces so gingerly, reverently. His eyes never let me forget what he is, but sometimes, when he's like this... I just don't care anymore. My hands cup his face and I bring him down for a kiss, like his pace it's gentle and sweet. I taste myself in his mouth, my blood, my tears and my nectar. I soar with my pleasure, over and over with him like this. The breeze at each peak letting me float along until the next updraft raises me above the clouds while my body weeps for him. My eyes cry twin streams across my cheeks while my dew flows from the spring of our earlier love and glides with his own down my belly. He leans back to see our river of love as he continues his gentle thrusting into my now oh so ready derriere. I smile shyly at him as the evidence of my pleasure pours anew over my skin and that with the new emotion brewing deep in my eyes sets him off. He grabs my hair tightly as his whole body shudders, "So sweet. So right, so tight, so warm," my thumb brushes over his lips as he showers my insides with his so hot cum, "So yours. One's Luna, I am." He keeps surging again and again inside me as more of my own juice squirts and trickles down my body. This round seemingly more intense than our usual, he can't help the spasms of his body with each new gush, the heat in my bowels swelling thicker and hotter. Finally, he gains enough control to gasp and speak, "One is s- sorry. One couldn't hel- help Itself. Its too familiar. One is so sorry." The throbbing of our child pulses stronger as the heat builds inside me. He buries his head in my hair, still impaling my rump, still swelling my bowels with his cum, "Its okay. Its okay baby, Luna's got you. Luna's got One. Just fill me up like you always do baby." A larger deluge of his essence erupts inside me before he can whisper, "Its not mine, Luna," and another, "Its not One's seed. One is so sorry." *** Hope you like it! Don't forget to vote and comment! One Full Moon Ch. 03 It's time. One's Full Moon shines all over the land. Luna's situation is a small pond near an ocean into which One stone has crashed. What follows is a mere glimpse at those ripples. *** It's not his seed. What does that mean, it's not his seed. Of course, it's his seed. It HAS to be his seed, there isn't anyth- "Stop it! Stop it, please! One can fix this! Please stop hurting yourself Luna!" My hands are covered in blood as the demon tries to hold me down. I can see them ripping and tearing their way into my belly. The echo deep inside me is getting colder while a river of fire burns through my guts. The demon keeps shouting at me, the few glances of my vision that cross his face show true fear. Fear for me. 'That's strange. He was so much stronger than me before. Why can't he even hold my hands?' Wherever we are, we need to leave here soon. I can hear a pack of wild hounds snarling as they butcher some prey. They seem to be playing with their food though, it's still shrieking. ~ ~ Stop it. Stop it, stopit stopitstopitstopit! One's power finally returning, One pins Luna's hands above her head, pressing her face to the side as she keeps fighting. 'One has to act quickly. Too much blood. Star's don't have that much blood in them, must heal. Must make her stop!' Seizing her shoulder with One's fangs, Its venom pushes her into the grey quickly. Luna's body finally quiets and stills. The noise the sweetling makes now is worse somehow. One's chest must have been damaged from her struggles, It burns- "One must keep focused. Tasty is asleep now, must stop the blood." Finally able to survey the damage, One must ignore Its own wounds which ache as One calls on Its power. One's world turns red as Its eyes blaze and whirl. The air thickens, laden with heat and darkness, as One's nightfall gland coagulates for Its purpose. The ambient light seemingly devoured by the pits of Its eyes, the crescendo coalesces with a deep breath. One bends Its face down to the wound on the pretty's stomach, mixing the light and breath and blood, One sighs over the gouges marring her perfect flesh. Focused more than any time before, One strives to perform without flaw in Its task. Over many long minutes the blood slows and stops, the wound subtly drinking its life back. The mangled chunks of flesh regrouping and joining anew with their siblings and neighbors. One maintains the flow of healing even after the red fades from Its eyes, and past when Its own body begins to shake and shudder and Its vision folds in shapes not meant to be seen. Finally completing Its work, One collapses to the side, making sick as It struggles to breathe once more. Impatient with Its flesh's failing, One places Its ear against the pretty's stomach and doesn't relax until It hears the steady thrumming of life inside. "If Luna had only listened to One. One explained that It would not fail her. Warriors are silent and sleep now. One will take care of Luna, Luna safe with One," crisis adverted One collects the wrapping cloth and redresses the pretty. Taking care to not disturb her, One rebinds her breasts but something nags at the back of Its head. Taking one into Its hand, One feels the weight and give, then turns Its focus on the rest of her body, "Is Luna ill? Tasty is missing some meat. One will ask after Luna wakes. One's mind just lying to Itself again." ~ ~ ~ ~ A man clad in armor so very similar to One's own storms through the hallways. Runes etched into the tile beneath him flare in his wake. Unfamiliar with the location, the man must stop and check the brilliant symbols adorning the walls to orient himself. Finally, coming to the doorway, he strides through past the other vistors, the shining four-sided star lighting the entrance to the infirmary. His rank and more probably the aura of crackling power giving him a wide berth as he searches the rooms. The third ward on the left catching his attention, its signature resonating with his memory. Entering the healing chamber the man removes his armor. The silver plate cast aside like rubbish as he intrudes on the patient inside. He walks up to a bed and its occupant sits himself up, slowly, gingerly. Getting fully upright on the bed the man holds his head and wavers slightly, "Hey there, bro. How you doing? Heh heh, better than me I hope." The wards in the room ignite at the glut of power and rage given off by the visitor. Reaching through an ocean of pressure the man grabs his brother by the collar of his shirt, not even able to shake him from the defenses in place, "How fucking dare you! Thinking of leaving Sis to my care! I just got back in the regiment, I'm not even through the Rebirthing yet! I live on a fucking bunk and you think its all right to just fucking die and leave me to deal with that shit!" Not managing more than a light breeze of a shove, the soldier backs away, the wards still burning brightly, but no longer restraining his movements. He paces back and forth in front of his brother. Anger at the Well Mage unabated for his transgression, "I may have earned that, but you got to hear me out, bro." With a snarl the younger man whips around, "Don't try to pull any of that mind shit with me, Brother. I've already read the report. You forget that I've got no qualms using every dirty trick I've learned when doing something that matters." Staring at the man sitting on the bed, wards shining, the snarling visage breaks as the boy collaspes to his knees, "It- it said... They said you could have died. Th- the report said you've been careless with the Veins. The healer said... he said you almost left us man." The mage pulls himself out of the bed and hugs himself around the smaller man, "God, man no. That's not what happened, you know that's not true. I would never leave you, Brother. I wouldn't do that to you, nor would I hurt Sister like that. You know that, right?" The solider stays hunched over, great wracking shudders accented by his sobs as his sorrow and what remained of his power bleed from him, "Sshh, its okay. Brother's here for you man." The two just sit together as the strength fails the young man. They sit together and hold tight to one another while the soldier tries to repair the pieces of his soul. Rubbing his brother's back, "I've been talking to the Thoughtdoc. I think we need a change of scenery. You, me and Sis, we should leave this city and head to one of the towns, dirtside. There's a new sect forming in the lowlands and I think this would be a good opporunty for us. No more dangerous work on the Veins for me, and it would get you out of the infantry. You're better than that and you know it. Sis... Sis should be alright too. Maybe some fresh air would help, and the lowlands have more and better healers close by, than up here." "You mean it, Brother? You'll come to the lowlands with me?" the soldier finally collects himself enough to ask. "Aye, Brudda. Wheel harve areselves a gewd time," they chuckle together, "It was a good plan. I'm sorry I didn't agree to leave sooner. This place is no good for the likes of us. We need to leave this city, where power holds more weight than duty," The two get back to their feet and clasp each other in one last back popping embrace, "Thank you, Brother. Don't ever think about leaving us again." A tighter embrace all the answer either needed. ~ ~ ~ ~ One pauses in Its travel, a groan from Its precious cargo drawing One's attention. Luna has slept this long day after her... incident. One hasn't wanted to wake her even though Its needs have been amplified by the use of the Warrior seed. One can feel the churning in Its harvest pouch, new wolvens are replicated for One's purpose and begin to corrode their birthing sac, One's Breath unable to pierce Its own skin. 'Maybe Luna had a good idea... Trying to dig them out.' One has heard the stories, witnessed the aftermath of scavenger's like One who failed to perform their purpose. Those stigmata suffered far worse than the Defects they fed upon. Scavengers burst like a balloon, a pack of runts vivisecting their progenitor while it tries to slash and punt them away long enough to heal. They never succeed. One is too far from a battlefield to mimic Its cousins to relieve Itself, and something just seems... off, about taking a village or family to ease the burden. "Jai? Chrysanthos? Is that you?" One coos and lays the pretty down, petting her hair, "I had the worst dream. I fell in battle and this demon cau-" Luna's eyes snap open, locking with One's own, "Welcome back to your dream. One fixed your stomach and quieted the wolven inside you, they should sleep so long as One sings to them once in a while." One is pleased with Luna's strength, waking to a nightmare, her mind adapts quickly to her new life, facing the truth rather than hiding with the lies of the weak. "What happened to me, One? I don't remember what you're talking about," she stands up with One's help and surveys the land around her. "We were having sex, and you took my- my rear. I remember that, but then I woke up in your arms. What happened to my stomach, what are wolven? And where are we? This looks like nowhere I've heard of before," One enjoys the passive attention being paid to It. Luna says she doesn't recall the events of the incident, but her body leans towards One's own, and her voice has softened exquisitely, echoing her acquiescence. One takes the pretty hand in Its own and starts walking again, holding her casually as they continue their journey. As they walk One explains what Luna forgot, and what it means for her new place in Its life. Luna seems to accept the truth of her place at One's side as they talk with each other for the first real time together. One ignores the scouring urgency in Its guts as It enjoys the connection growing between Itself and Luna with more... rightness. ~ ~ Don't let It touch you! Let go of Its hand! You have to get out, you need to run! Its disgusting, tainted, demo- 'Shut up.' I shake that small voice away. I used to tell myself about how vile One was for doing what he does to me. Those thoughts aren't helpful now, not anymore. Before, I needed to remind myself of who I was, what I was supposed to be, in order to survive One's attentions. Now, I know who and what I am, I'm his. He told me that I shrieked and wailed, ripping into my stomach with my bare hands to dig out the wolven, and possibly our child, from inside me. I don't remember any of that, but I can recall how it felt when he made love to me. Our child growing within me, and the devotion and reverence he's shown me has been more than enough to secure a place for him in my heart. I think I must have died earlier, because I feel like I've been Rebirthed. I'm not the girl I was before, I'm not Luna. My name is Moon. A simpler name for a simpler woman, One's pretty. Luna was a pious and devoted soldier to the Sky, Moon is a demon's consort and the soon-to-be mother of his child. The old me is dead and buried, even if only in the recesses of my mind. We've been walking in the same direction these last... 'Four days? Is that all the time it took to surrender my soul to a demon, to One?' I shrug, 'It doesn't matter, not like I was using it for anything important. Luna was only a two name soldier, not important enough for anyone to mis- "Moon," My head snaps to One at his use of my old name, "My name isn't Luna, its Moon. Luna was a dying girl you found on the battlefield. Moon is the mother of your spawn," a shudder races through me, all the way up my spine, and my vision blurs for a moment. "Whoa- head rush." One stops our march and holds me gently, he lifts up my chin and seems to get lost in my eyes, "Come on, One. You're embarrassing me. My eyes aren't any different than all the other times you've looked at them." One's hand slides up to my cheek as he leans in for a gentle kiss, one I return with relish and hunger. "That is where Lu- Moon, is wrong. Luna's eyes never changed, always full of fear, horror and loathing. Moon's eyes are glowing with... love? And they shine like One's own when in Need." One draws his shield and polishes a flat surface on it, handing it to me, "See Moon. See how One's Full Moon shines." Still blushing, I turn from his gaze to the makeshift mirror, surprise amplifying the contrast of my memory versus my vision. "Moon's eyes blushed from her truth. They burn with her resolve, as true eyes should." And he's right, my eyes aren't the pale blue I've seen reflected in every face I met in the Sky. My eyes are a rosy pink. Not quite the crimson stare of a demon, but closer than one as pur- "I like them. A demon's lover should have a demon's eyes. Do you like them, One?" A glance to my side roots me in place as all I can see is overwhelmed by two gates into the very depths of the Core blinding me. A clawed hand catches the back of my head as strong talons clench in my hair, pulling it taut. A voice rasps from beyond the twin flares, "Armor... Off... Now..." I'm digging and tearing at the fastenings as fast as I can. Quiet whimpers of fear and need all that I can hear over the panting of an eager demon, One about to feast. The claw on the back of my head tightens with each passing second. My eyes adapt to the light enough to witness the most perfect body shaking with Need, One's thick cock drooling its seed. I give up on my chest plate and sink to my knees, having shucked my leggings with ease. I surprise even myself when I swallow as much of his beautiful flesh as I can. His spear crashing into the back of my mouth as I fight against the fit of gagging and coughing to suck and lick and drink his essence down. I fuck my face on him desperately, his cum shocking and bubbling in my mouth and throat as I gulp him down. His hand finally loosening on my head when I grunt and shove him past the point of no entry, having seen and heard of others swallowing all of their lover I strive to please mine. Unable to hold him there for more than a second I have to pull back and hack and sputter while trying to suckle on his tip to drink more of the delicious sap from this mighty tree. Freeing my chest, I rip the cloth from my hips and breasts as I throw myself to the ground. Bracing on my forearms I present my spread legs and raised ass for his ravishment. A steel band welds to my hip as a fiery brand digs five points into a breast, "Moon... want..?" A moment of inner peace soothes and relaxes my flesh, "Its oka-AAHHHHH!!!" I thought I knew when he was fucking me, but nothing he'd ever done could prepare me for that first brutal thrust, nor the next nor the next. His fervor driving his dick into my squelching cunt like a ten-armed punching champion. I know I will never forget this. He said I screamed and dug my nails before, but this is true release. I shriek for him, my braced arms meaning nothing against the force of his lustmaking. I writhe and scream my ecstasy to the Sky, while my hands digs troughs for the Core. Even this was not enough. Mid ejaculation he pulls out of the maw he has made my pussy, a deluge of his cum bathe my lips, thighs, stomach and back before he switches to my still unacclimated ass. My ears deafen from the decibels of my screech and my eyes blur as my vision dims from his vicious sodomy. ~ ~ One knows It can't be this rough with Moon. One knows that her change of soul is too new and fragile to complete a true demonic mating. One even knows that It still has plenty of time to disgorge the wolven before they threaten One's life. One still can't even slow Its pace. Moon screams and thrashes beneath One as Its right hand holds her sexes immobile while Its left spews the overflow of venom into the gouges in her breast. Her blood and the excess drug saturate Its claw as One slashes lines of fire and ecstasy across her back. One's passive Breath enough to keep her whole while Its strength rends her for One's pleasure. One cannot tell if Moon is begging for It to stop. Moon's noise too intense and cacophonous to discern any meaning. One approaches Its climax and fully sheathes Itself inside the pretty. The wolven's release triggering the disc of muscle and blood to swell, just beyond her clenching door, locking his girth and the wolven in her bowels. Pulsing within her, Moon finally begins to calm, her aura a deep grey, barely sparkling with awareness as she is filled once more. One's song quieting the violence and hunger in the Warriors as they swim amongst their brethren harmoniously. "I love you, One." *** Not as long as I was initially imagining, but the scene ends here on its own. Hope you enjoy and Please- Please give me some comments! I love the votes, but if the story isn't good enough, tell me what it's missing to make it great, even if only to help with some of my other ideas. If you love it, tell me why!! Let the trend continue. Again- Enjoy; Please and Thank you! One Full Moon Night Authors Note: The title has nothing to do with the story. I just wanted to use it! Jim Stonebridge saw her walking across the parking lot at the TGI Fridays. He hadn’t set eyes on her in over three years. But he would know her anywhere. As she drew closer he saw some of the changes. Her hair was blonder, her breasts looked bigger. But the biggest change was in her attitude. She walked with a confident tread. Appearing to be unmoved by their first meeting since that night. The night that had changed their lives forever. When he had given his wife away. THREE YEARS AGO. She had accompanied him to LA on his business trip. They were going to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They were a handsome couple. He was 45, still with all his hair intact and black as coal. He also kept himself in good shape for a man who spent most of his days behind a desk. His three times a week at the gym and twice weekly runs helped. Nadia Stonebridge was beautiful at 44. Natural honey blonde hair hanging to her shoulders. She had noticed six months ago that she was starting to look frumpy. She had put on an extra 30 pounds and had lost her tone. She also noticed that she didn’t enjoy sex with her husband as much as she used to. Nadia went on a strict diet and began working out at the gym several times a week. She also began paying more attention to her appearance. She began going to the beauty shop weekly. She also updated her lingerie collection. Out went all the cotton granny panties and old maid bras and panty hose. In with silk, satin, lace and garter belts and stockings that her husband loved on her. She and her husband began to openly discuss things that turned them on sexually. Things that might improve their sex life. Neither one of them had ever been unfaithful to the other. She had been a virgin when they married and he had only a couple of sexual encounters. They had one child a daughter Brandy, who was starting her second year of college. Because of scar tissue, Nadia had been unable to have anymore children. But they enjoyed Brandy. Now that Brandy was away at college, Nadia did sometimes feel unfulfilled. But she passed it up as the empty nest syndrome. This trip to LA was going to be special in another way. Jim had learned through business associates of a special club in Brentwood. A club for couples who were interested in trying out the swinging lifestyle. It was by invitation only. All members and guests were screened for health and suitability. It was a very exclusive club. It had taken months of arguments, pleading, and outright bribery to convince Nadia. But he had finally won. But the old saying about being careful what you wish for should have come to mind. They went to the club on a Friday night after Jim had finished his business. That gave them the weekend and Monday to enjoy themselves. They would fly back Tuesday morning. They took a cab to the address. It was a large mansion in an upscale residential neighborhood. They were met at the door by a smiling man in his 40’s. He introduced himself as Lawrance Stein their host. He took them into a private office and discussed the rules and how things worked. The first rule was they would not be forced or pressured into doing anything that they were uncomfortable with. If they didn’t want to participate in an activity all they had to say was no. That was the end of it. He also told them that sometimes newcomers took several trips till they became comfortable enough to indulge in the activities. That made Nadia feel much better, allowing her to relax. The second rule was clothes were required in the first floor common rooms. Also overt sexual acts were not allowed in these rooms. Clothing was optional in the private rooms. Street clothing was not allowed on the second floor. Robes and towels were not considered clothes. They were readily available, as were showers and bathing facilities. All were stocked with popular brands of toiletries. Rule three was no money was allowed to change hands for anything. Their admission fee covered all drinks, food and gratuities. If you wanted to give the staff something extra, then stop the office on your way out and it would be added to the employees pay envelope. This rule was strictly enforced. Any violation meant immediate ejection from the premises and the guilty party would be permanently barred. As would their sponsor. This was important because there could not the slightest suggestion that this club was a brothel. Some self-righteouses SOB’s were always out to close them down. If they had no questions he would take them on a quick tour of the club. This would be the only time they would be allowed on the second floor while dressed in street clothes. It was a very impressive place. Everything possible had been done to make the members and guests comfortable and relaxed. Including every brand of booze and wine known to man at the several bars throughout the building. John also noticed strategically placed containers of condoms and lube. They thought of everything. John wondered how much it cost his sponsor for tonight. That was another rule. Guests were not allowed to pay. The money had to come from the sponsor. It was nor reimbursable. If the sponsor got caught taking money from the guest he was kicked out. Oh well, I’m gonna try to get his monies worth. THE NIGHT BEGINS. The bulk of the guests began to arrive after they finished their tour. They were a diverse lot. Caucasian, Black, Oriental and god knows what else. Some were attractive, some not so. Many were fit and trim. Others out of shape. Jim guessed it took all kinds in a place like this. Jim was proud to see the many admiring looks that Nadia was getting. He was proud of her. She had worked so hard to get in shape. He loved her so much. He didn’t know how he could live without her. Little did he know that he would soon have to learn how. Jim and Nadia ate a light dinner before leaving the hotel. So they snacked on the wonderful finger food all over the room. They circulated around the common rooms and engaged with several of the other couples. It was like the hundred of cocktail parties they had attended over the years. But the discussions were totally different. The couples openly talked about their sexual preferences and favorite positions. They discussed who they had been with. Nadia steadily drank the fine wine. She knew she had no head for alcohol but needed something to help her relax. Over the hours she began to relax and enjoy the conversation. She also noticed that all this talk about sex was making her hot. She looked at Jim and noticed he was sporting a sizeable erection. Nadia leaned over and spoke in a whisper, asking Jim if he wanted to do something about that pipe in his pants. He smiled and said he had been thinking the same thing. How about a trip to the second floor? She smiled and took his hand, heading for the changing room near the stairway. The couple they had been talking to, agree it was a good idea and followed them. George was a six foot well muscled black man, His wife was a small petite Asian lady with nice boobs. They had been very friendly and encouraging the new couple to take advantage of the facilities. When they got to the changing room, they found it was unisex. People stripped out of their clothes without embarrassment. Nadia was just mellow enough to change into her robe without becoming too embarrassed The two couples took the stairs to the second floor. They found a secluded corner equipped with pads covered by lambs wool covering the floor. They got another round of drinks and sank down on the comfortable pads. Jim and Nadia began to kiss and fondle each other. So did George and his wife. Soon the smell of aroused female filled the air. The towels and robes were soon gone. Nadia felt a strange hand rubbing her thigh. It was a large black hand that contrasted with her alabaster skin. She soon noticed that Jim had his hands between the oriental woman’s thighs. Slowly rubbing up and down over her clean shaven lips. Soon George’s hands were doing the same thing. Without thought, her hand’s wrapped around his blood engorged cock. Nadia was stunned. It was huge, about twelve inches long and four to five inches around. Soon the bodies shifted and Nadia found herself face to face with George. She was soon deep French kissing him. Their tongues entwined. He was working her mouth over with his own while gently fondling her breast. Nadia looked over and saw some of the same thing between Jim and Dana, George’s wife. She had Jim’s cock stuffed into her mouth with her nose in his pubic hair. The sound of her slurping his cock could be heard over the tasteful background music. Nadia soon felt the urge to have George’s cock. But not in her mouth. In her throbbing pussy. She rolled on her back and told George, “It’s time for me to feel that big dick. Stick it in. All the way in.” George smiled as he guided his cock into the White woman’s neatly trimmed pussy. Inch by inch she took it. Till they’re pubic hair was touching. Jim glanced over, amazed that his wife was full of black cock. She was moaning and begging George to fuck her hard with his big dick. Sweat had broken out on Nadia’s forehead as she felt her body filled with the big dick. He was bumping against her cervix. He began to pump in and out in a steady rhythm. At the beginning she hadn’t decided if the pleasure was worth the pain. But now she knew. It was defiantly worth it. She had never felt such sensations before. Jim watched in awe as George pumped in and out of his beautiful blonde wife’s pussy. But he soon felt his own climax coming from the superb blowjob he was getting from Dana. Everytime he was about to cum she would pinch his cock and stop the flow. He was going out of his mind with the pleasure that was just short of becoming pain. He was begging, “Please let me cum. I need it.” Dana laughed and said. “Okay Jimbo, Her it comes.” She ran her teeth along the throbbing vein in his dick. Then with a quick nip let him blow. Jim felt like his entire body was being pulled through his dick. He almost passed out from the sensation, it was so strong. Dana looked at him with smiling eyes, not losing a drop of his seed. “Did you like Jimbo?” she asked “Yeah you could say that. That was the best blow job I’ve ever had. You almost hurt me, it felt so good. If your pussy is that good I’m in big trouble.” Jim laughed Holding Dana close they rolled over and watched Nadia and George. He was tearing that pussy up. Sweat was rolling of him as he pumped into her. He had her legs over his shoulders, pulling his cock almost all the way out then shoving it back into her throbbing pussy. Nadia’s eyes were glazed as she moaned and begged George to fuck her. Dan whispered in Jim’s ear, “Do you want to watch or go some where more private where we can indulge in some serious fucking?” At that second George came with a loud groan. “I’m cumming Baby! I’m gonna shoot my load!” He moaned He pulled out of her overstretched box and shot several loads of fuckjuice across Nadia’s tits and belly. The last load hit her in the face, running into her panting mouth. Nadia was in heaven. She had never come so hard in her life, Never had she felt so satisfied. It was like entering another world. Jim asked her if she was alright. She moaned “Fuck yes! Thanks for letting me experience this. I love you honey.” Dana asked Jim if he wanted to go someplace private to continue. Nadia said, “Yes baby, Take her back to the hotel and fuck her. Enjoy it as much as I enjoyed mine. I know George will volunteer to take care of me. Won’t you, Baby?” George laughed and said, “Hell yeah. I’ll bring her home in the morning. That okay Jim?” Jim was getting his crank stroked. He said, “Yeah okay. See you later. He gave Nadia a kiss on the lips, tasting George’s cum that had dried on her lips. Little did he know that would be their last kiss as husband and wife. Jim and Dana went back to his hotel and spent the night fucking and sucking. She even allowed her to fuck her tight asshole. They fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Jim awoke at 8AM to the sound of Dana getting dressed. He asked “Where you going. I thought you were going to wait for George to bring Nadia back and ride with him?” Dana answered, “I don’t live with George.” Jim asked, I thought you were married?” “No. I work for George. He runs an escort service. I’m one of his employees. We go to the club all the time. He likes to check out new women. Even do some recruiting. That’s where we met. I went there with my husband. After I experienced George there was no going back to the same old boring life.” “Your wifey was really enjoying herself. She may come back. Maybe not. Depends on if she gets the full treatment. If she has forget it.” She smirked “What’s the full treatment?” Jim asked in a worried voice. “Well, You sure you really want to know? It might be hard on your ego.” she said. “Yeah, FUCKING TELL ME!” he growled “Okay, you wanted to know, Remember.” She answered “First he’ll get her really loaded. Then he’ll take her to his mansion in the hills. He fuck her and fuck her. She’ll be sucking black cock. Soon he’ll take her up the ass. After a few hours, he’ll call a few well hung friends up and the party will really begin. More cock than she’s ever seen before. On and on. More and more. It’s probably ending about now. He may put her in the shower or he might send her back to you in her slight mussed state.” “Your little white bread wife will be overwhelmed. She’ll have never experienced such sexual satisfaction. She’ll never be the same again.” You’ll do one of two things. Either accept her new preferences and become a cuckold, or give her an ultimatum that she’ll won’t accept. Either way you lose.” She laughed “You cold blooded nasty whore. We have been married 25 years. You and your whore master are trying to destroy our marriage. You bitch.” He shouted. “Hey white boy. It’s your fault. You Gave Her Away Under the Light of the Full Moon Night.. We didn’t force her or you to do anything that you didn’t want. So blame yourself dickhead. I’m out of here.” She laughed She turned at the door. “By the way for a white boy, you ain’t a bad fuck. Your dick is just too short. Chow.” She said I took a shower and tried to figure a way out of this mess I had gotten myself into. I later got dressed and decided to take a walk to clear my head. I really didn’t want to be in the room when Nadia returned. I walked around the area and stopped for coffee. I returned to the room after about two hours. Nadia’s things were gone and there was a note on the bed. Dear Jim, I have never felt this way before. Last night was nothing like I have ever experienced before. Thanks for allowing me to try new things. I’m going to be spending the rest of the weekend with some new friends. I’ll probably be back on Monday. I’ve taken my ticket so I can go directly to the airport if I have to. I know this isn’t the way you wanted to spend the weekend. I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself. I need to explore this New World I have discovered. You are still the only love in my life. Love, Nadia God Damn son of a bitch. Well that whore can go straight to hell if she thinks I’m gonna sit around waiting on her while she fucks half of LA. I love her. If she wants to come home, fine. If not she can stay and fuck all her new friends. Jim thought angrily. Well one thing that bitch Dana had been right. He was in a no-win situation. But he would not be a cuckold. He loved Nadia and felt responsible for part of what was going on. But she was an adult and if a big dick was more important than 25 years of love and marriage and a child, then losing her wasn’t much of a loss anyway. Jim called the airport and changed his reservation to the first flight east. He had just enough time to change and make it to the airport. He considered getting shit faced on the way home. But he decided that he needed his wits about him. He made a list on his laptop of the things he needed to do. Number one was to cancel all the joint credit cards. He was responsible for the bills and she wasn’t going to party with her new “friends” on his hard earned money. Monday he would call his attorney and explain what had happened and find out what he needed to do legally. She still might come home Tuesday but Jim doubted it. The set up had been too smooth and practiced. There was a 99% chance that he would soon be single. He would also close all the joint checking, savings and investment accounts. He would leave her personal accounts alone. There wasn’t much money in them anyway. He then decided how to handle his friends and co-workers. And most importantly his daughter. Jim decided that he was partially responsible for what had happened. He would tell people that she had made new friends in LA and wanted to stay with them for awhile. Later on he could say she had decided to stay in LA to start a new career. That they had decided to divorce and start new lives apart. He would not bad mouth her to anyone, especially his daughter. Nadia could tell her whatever she wanted, but he would not put his daughter in the middle. Not make her choose between her father and mother. After making that decision Jim felt better. He would not let hate and bitterness control his life. He had made a grave error, but it was not the end of the world. Life goes on. In all honesty, Nadia and he had been growing apart. Each was wanting different things. In retrospect, her working on her appearance may have been her last ditch attempt to save their relationship. She might have felt him slipping away. Whatever the case, Their old life was over. Even if she came home things would never be the same. The one thing that brought Jim the most guilt was that he wasn’t as upset as he should be. That he really hoped she wouldn’t come home. That he could start a new life without her without feeling guilty about cutting her loose. Of course he had been angry and hurt when Dana had explained what was going on. But it was mostly about being duped. Not about losing Nadia. Monday came and went with no call from LA. Then came Tuesday. About 10:30 PM the phone rang. It was her. Jim answered. “Jim this is Nadia.” She said “Where are you?” he asked “Still in LA.” She said in a hesitant voice. Jim calmly asked, “When are you coming home?” “Jim, I really don’t know. I’m really enjoying myself out here with my new friends. I’m learning lots of new things.” She answered “I can imagine. If you’re not home by Wednesday night, Don’t come at all. I know what you’re doing. Dana explained it all to me. If big dicks are more important than 25 years of marriage and our love for each other, then there really isn’t much to our relationship, is there?” he said “Oh Jim don’t be that way. You’re the one who wanted to try new things. You allowed me to go with George. It’s really your fault.” She exclaimed. “Come on Nadia. Be for real. I wanted to try new things. I didn’t want you to become a whore for big dicks. That’s your choice. So take responsibility for your own actions. Don’t blame me because you are a slut.” He answered “I’ve spoken to my attorney. He’s drawing up the papers. Because part of this is my fault, I’m getting a no-fault divorce. He is working up a fair property settlement. No one will know from me what really happened. I’m telling Brandy that you made new friends in LA and wanted to stay with them for awhile. Later I’ll tell her that you decided to stay there and start a new career. That’s it. I refuse to let her to get caught in the middle. I will not bad mouth you to her or anyone else. I expect the same consideration.”