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New Girl Ch. 01

By: TJSkywind



Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor

Date: May 2047

Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, just entered the manor when he saw her. He was sure she was new. She was a dark beauty, quite striking. Nearly everyone else in Ramez had skin that was fair or bronze-brown. This young lady was the color of mocha, dark with creamy undertones. Her hair was jet black, and she had large, dark eyes and flashing white teeth. Her dress was a simple, plain dark blue shift, calf length, and tied by a thin belt at her waist. Simple sandals. She also seemed young. Next month, Royce would be twenty-seven; he judged this dark beauty to be in her mid- to late-teens.

He had just finished examining the current construction on the castle walls around the manor. The foundations were completed, and building of the first three meters was continuing just fine. The city walls were still wooden palisades and hedgeworks, but those would hopefully begin being replaced by stone by the start of summer. The month of May had come in warm and sunny, and he'd come inside the manor for a cool drink.

Royce himself was just a bit taller than average. At one hundred eighty-eight centimeters and an even hundred kilos, he was large shouldered and walked with the practiced ease of an experienced warrior. Fair-skinned and clean-shaven, he'd inherited the dark brown eyes of his father. His dark brown hair was a blend of both parents. But for the long sword at his waist, one would have mistaken his garb as denoting a common laborer. Royce dressed practically, especially when he was visiting the construction areas.

The main hall was fairly quiet, with fewer than a dozen people about. A couple of guards. A few staff snacking at the many tables in the commons. Others chatting or cleaning.

This new girl, though, caught his eyes. She was so exotic. And she was trying to carry too large a load of clean linens up the wide staircase to the second floor.

Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Royce went to his normal seat in the hall, and poured himself a glass of cool water. Draining the cup, he was reaching for the pitcher again when he saw her stumble on the steps.

She recovered, dropping a few folded towels from the top of her load. Spying the loss, she slowly crouched, leaning partly against the bannister for balance, trying to reach for them.

Glancing about, Royce noticed that a few seated had also observed her discomfort and looked on with amusement. He heard one even betting on whether she made it to the top without falling. That irritated him.

The young lady snagged the towels and tried to stand. She made it, and promptly caught her foot on the next stair, falling forward, spilling the linens before her.

Laughter erupted and coins exchanged. Royce thought it mean, and forgetting his drink, hurried to lend a hand.

She looked about, then started the business of re-stacking them.

Royce knelt beside her. "Here, let me lend a hand."

"Shank dill," she said.

He paused. "Excuse me?"

"Shank dill? Dillop?"

Royce picked up two folded sheets, adding them to her stack. "I still don't understand."

"Sorry I. Me speak not good well."

Taking a guess, Royce tried Kemetic. "Do you understand me?"

Obviously pleased, she nodded, replying in kind. "You speak my language! I'm Mayet." Mayet meant kitten. "Thank you for helping me. I do not want to get you in trouble, too."

Finished gathering the linens, she reached around to the front, and began to lift.

"Wait," Royce told her. He took half the stack into his arms. "I'll help you. It really is too much for one trip. Better to take two trips and be safe. You could fall and really hurt yourself."

She paused a moment, debating, then agreed. "If it will not interfere with your other duties, I thank you for your kindness."

Amused, Royce smiled. "No trouble at all."

Her load lighter by half, she stood more easily, leading the way. Royce followed behind.

Much of the second floor was still under construction. Royce's personal office was little more than four walls and a table yet. Paneling was still being put in by workmen. The master bedroom had the fancy bed, but masons were still putting in the fireplace. The master bath was also under heavy construction. Plumbers had finished putting in the pipes for running water, and workers were putting in the tiles and the hot tub. The bathroom fixtures had cost him a fortune, but his first wife, Susan, anxiously checked on its progress. To both their minds, running water in the bathroom was less a luxury and more a basic need.

Less than a year earlier, Royce had married two sisters, Susan and Charlotte Ann Starshine of Starshine. Having known them all his life, he liked their company. When the opportunity for starting this new city in the wilderness came about, he knew he would have to have help to manage it all. Tall, blonde Susan was becoming a powerful priestess and her diplomatic advice was always good. Charlotte Ann, dark-haired like himself but shorter, was an expert in the woods, a fine swordswoman, and a master with the bow.

It was during a search for adventure two years earlier that he ran into them, and after a few weeks of being lovers, Royce had proposed. They liked him, they pointed out, but weren't in love with him. He countered that given a chance, love could come, especially since they were already friends. In the meantime, they could work out the details, get married, and put themselves into building a home of their own. The negotiations hadn't taken long. The marriage had been joyously welcomed by both sets of parents.

Susan had insisted the marriage be open. "Because we aren't in love," she'd said, "it's better that way. And if we do fall in love, we let each other know. I'd rather us be honest, and decide if we still want to remain married. However, I have two rules, Royce. First, be discreet. I won't have lovers around who whisper about and slur me or my sister. I am dead serious about that. And if I catch you with someone, I reserve the right to send them away from our city and our lands. Second, you want us to share one bed. Fine. As your First Wife, the bed is mine. I happily share it with you and my sister. But never, ever have sex on that bed or in the room it's in with anyone but me or Charlotte Ann. In return, my bed will welcome no other man but you."

So here he was, married and ruler of this growing town of more than a thousand men and women. Thus far, he'd had no interest in sex with anyone else. Though truthfully, he'd also had little time. Between starting the mining operations, tree planting, construction of their home and city defenses, setting up councils and arbitrations and more projects than he cared to think on, Royce was very busy indeed. Charlotte Ann was out leading another long range patrol, watching for dangers. She was usually gone for weeks at a time. Susan was busy, too. They were in the final stages of consecrating the temple to the Lawgiver in town, and it would be another two days before she came home.

This young woman, obviously foreign, was an interesting diversion. How, he wondered, had she arrived here when her language skills were so rudimentary? And she obviously had no idea who he was.

At the top of the stairs, she turned right, Royce behind her.

Two guards in the hallway snapped to attention, boots clicking on the wood floor, chainmail rattling. "My Lord!"

Mayet stopped and turned, her eyes huge. "Lord? Oh, no!" Clutching her load, she dropped to her knees, head low, Kemetic spilling from her. "I am so sorry, my Lord. I am new here. I did not mean to drop them! I will understand if you--"

"Peace, Mayet! Peace! It's all right. You aren't in trouble. Stand up and let's get these put away."

Slowly standing, she looked nervously at the guards, keeping her head bowed low. "Y-yes, Lord."

Royce saw her shaking and he frowned. He turned to the guards. "Go take a break. Get a snack from Cook. I'm good here."

The two guards grinned at their good fortune, snapping out a salute. Around the corner and down the steps, and they were gone.

"Come on, Mayet. Let's get these put away. You aren't in trouble. I give you my word."

She looked cautiously, her head still bowed.

"You can lift your head. It will be easier if you walk normally. Really. Please lead the way?"

"Yes, Lord."

Down the hallway to the next left, halfway down its length. Carefully, her hand reached out and opened the door. The room was small and narrow, filled with shelves. Linens, towels, sheets, blankets. Spare cots along one wall. The only light in the room spilled in from the hallway from the open door behind them.

Mayet quickly set down her load and took the rest of the load from Royce's arms, setting it by the first.

Royce spotted a light globe by the door. He touched it and light filled the room.

Startled, Mayet jumped. "Magic!" she exclaimed.

He smiled. "Yes. A simple one, though. Touch it to turn it on or off. If you see one with a metal frame around it, you don't even have to touch it. Just wave your hand close. Up and down a bit will even affect how bright it gets. This one is just the on-or-off type."

Curious, she quickly touched it, and the room dimmed again. Amused, he watched her reach out again, to turn the light on again.

"It doesn't hurt. No heat!" she marveled.

"Lasts pretty much forever, though some people can destroy the simple magics. These are easy to make. The ones that work without touch are better, and are harder to destroy."

She smiled tentatively. "Thank you, my Lord, for your kindness."

"My pleasure," he smiled.

Mayet blinked, then nodded. "My Lord." With a quick movement, she scooped up her dress, hiked it above her hips, turned and bent over, exposing her bare butt and thick, curly muff to him. Grabbing her knees, she moved her legs apart. The dark, almost black labia drew his eyes. The ruffled line of her cleft. He'd never seen pussy lips that color before.

Startled, Royce asked loudly, "What are you doing?"

"Your pleasure ... my Lord," she answered meekly.

"You mean--you thought I ... No, Mayet, I didn't mean that."

She rose partway. "You mean you don't want me?"

Royce cleared his throat. "What? Yes. I mean, no. For helping carry laundry? I never take a woman against her will. It's just not done. You always have the right to say no. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord." Then, "No, Lord. Do you not want me?"

"Oh, boy," he muttered. Did she not know her rights? Not just from the Kemetic enclave at the capital then, he thought. She must be foreign born and raised. No shorts or even the more modern panties. Just bare under her dress. "I think I'd better not."

Nodding sagely, she stood, letting her dress drop. "I am too ugly. I understand."

Royce blinked. "Ugly? Not at all. Actually, I find you beautiful."

"I do not understand. You were kind to me. You told me of your desire. I wish to please you, Lord."

Royce shook his head. "What I'm saying is that you don't have to do this."

Mayet was confused and anxious. "You are Lord here. I am here in your service. If I can please you with my body, it is a small thing. I have done it many times before." Then she smiled hesitantly. "You ... you really think me beautiful?"

He sighed. "I do."

"I have never served anyone as kind as you." Mayet hiked up her dress and turned around, exposing herself again. Craning her neck, she said, "Your pleasure, my Lord."

She was determined, he thought. "All right then, if you insist," he said. Royce stepped closer, running his fingers along her slit. "You are dry, Mayet. I'll have to do something about that." Dropping to his knees, he put his face close to her sex, inhaling her. Gently, he put out his tongue and touched her.

Mayet jumped, tensing. "My Lord! What are you doing? Don't you feel defiled?"

That settled it, Royce thought. No way she was she from Tildor!

"No, Mayet. I like this," he assured her. "Relax. Enjoy it."

Slowly, his tongue followed her slit. From the top, where it led into her pussy, down along the ridges of her ebony nether lips, and then down to the apex, where her clit lay hidden under folds of skin. Slowly up and then down. Around and around. When his tongue pressed into her, caressing the inside lips, she sucked in air loudly. All along her line he worked, tracing, licking. She began to get wet, and her breathing became ragged. Tracing down to her mons, he brushed her clitoris, and Mayet let out a low groan. Lathing her, he lapped up the slick juices as they began to flow from her center. Slowly her pussy engorged, and her lips drew apart. More often now, his tongue rubbed her clit, and she began to rock her hips, panting, sometimes whimpering. Soon her crotch was soaked. Royce licked faster, noisily devouring her nectar. Mayet's breathing shortened. Then suddenly she was gasping and shaking, juices flowing, spasming against his face. If Royce hadn't caught her, she would have fallen over.

When she seemed to recover, Royce asked her, "Are you okay?"

Mouth open, still breathing hard and eyes wide, she just nodded.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, Lord! I--I did. It was wonderful." The look of wonder in her eyes was both rewarding and saddening.

"No one has done that to you before?"

"No one, Lord."

"That's a bloody shame." Royce stood up. "I think you are ready now."

"Oh, I am, Lord! I am. My loins burn for filling!"

Royce grinned. "Do you want me from behind or from the front?"

"Lord? You -- you want *me* to decide?"

He removed his boots and stepped out of his trousers. Freed, his cock swelled to its full length, the crown darkening to purple. Her eyes took in his size and grew larger.

"Let's make this easy." Royce stood, and grabbed a towel. "Lay down, please, on your back."

Mayet quickly moved, lifting her dress above her hips.

"Lift your butt," he instructed, and when she did, he put a towel under her, spreading it. "This way, your dress won't get soaked," he explained.

She looked at his erection, swallowing. "My Lord is huge."

He moved between her legs, putting himself at her dripping cavity. Her eyes, almost black, were wide as she stared up at him.

"You can still say no, Mayet."

She glanced down, but shook her head. "Your pleasure, my Lord."

"Yours, too, Mayet. It's always better if both enjoy it." Pushing gently, the crown slipped in. She gasped as he stretched her wide. Stroking slowly, he penetrated a bit deeper each time. By the time he was halfway in, her mouth hung open. When his crotch met hers, she heaved and bucked, giving a small cry as another orgasm overwhelmed her.

After she calmed a bit, Royce shifted and began stroking in and out. He reached down, kissing her lightly on the lips. Surprised, she looked up.

Royce looked down at Mayet. Her dark skin and creamy undertones, her thick, lustrous hair, and huge eyes looking up at him, the narrow line of her jaw and her full lips. It surprised him how much she aroused him. He lifted, seeing where his hard cock parted the tight black curls of her mound, and the thick, dark lips of her wet cleft. Light disappearing into dark and appearing again. Their skin both contrasted the separateness yet also emphasized of union of male into female.

Slowly he moved, enjoying the slick, tight passage of her womanhood. Into her he pressed, firmly grinding, then retreating. The smooth, velvet grip of her pussy was delightful. In and out, in and out.

Mayet's face drew his attention. Her full lips were parted, her breathing ragged, yet she lay wide-eyed and motionless.

Concerned, Royce stopped moving. "Do you wish me to stop?"

Confusion crossed her face. "L-L-Lord?" He felt so good, it was so hard to lie still and keep quiet, but she was trying! When pleasure overtook her, she just couldn't help but move or make noise.

He leaned closer. "Do you want me to stop? I thought you wanted this."

"Oh, yes! Yes, Lord! I want this!"

Had she done something wrong? His attention to her as a person, and to her body, and then his slow, steady penetration had overwhelmed her. She nearly blanked out from the ecstasy. Now she was on her way to another explosion of joy. If he stopped now, she thought she might weep.

"You lay so still, Mayet."

"You-you mean I can move? I want to so much!"

"Of course you can! Mayet, coupling should be enjoyable by both. If it is not, it's being done wrong."

A mix of emotions filled her. She'd been with so many faceless men in her short life. Sex was expected of a woman. From a young age, she had learned to offer her mouth, her pussy, her ass. She preferred her mouth, as it didn't hurt on entry, though sometimes, after the initial pain, her pussy felt nicer with a man inside. Sex was a woman's purpose, and she'd learned her place well. Food and warmth were for the obedient. Kindness had been rare. For a man to put his mouth where her sex was -- such an act debased the man. But this! After the initial shock, her new Lord used his mouth so deliciously on her pussy and he even appeared to enjoy it! If it were perversion, she could easily get used to it! If he was this way all the time, she would thank the gods and happily spread for him any time he wanted her!

"I only want to please you, Lord." Nervous, wanting to say the right thing, her eyes huge.

"You are pleasing me. But I want to please you in return." Royce caressed her cheek, tracing her ear, then down her neck.

"I don't understand, Lord."

"What is to understand?"

"Woman is made to please man," she said.

"If that is true, is not the opposite also true? Man is made to please woman? And still that is not the whole of it. Love goes where it will, Mayet."

"Lord?" She could scarcely believe her ears. That lesson had been beaten out of her long ago. Did he really mean such a thing?

Royce smiled. "Man and woman, man to man, woman to woman. Each of us has our preferences, but on the whole, we are made to pleasure each other."

"You please me, Lord." Then she grimaced.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, Lord! I ... Will you move inside me? Please?"

Royce grinned wider. "As the lady wishes," and resumed gently thrusting into her.

Mayet briefly closed her eyes, sighing, lifting her legs, encouraging deeper penetration. Soon, her breathing deepened.

As he gazed at her, he pressed into her slick cavity.

Timidly, she rocked against him.

"That's it," he urged. "Doesn't that feel better? You set the pace, Mayet. Fast or slow, I will match you. You feel wonderful. I want you to have a good time, too. Move to please yourself. If you want me to do more or less of something, just say so."

She nodded, only half listening and only half believing his words. As her passion grew, her pace increased. Royce moved with her. Soon he was driving into her, the sound of their joining a wet, slick, frisking.

Mayet lifted her legs higher, opening herself further to him. Pressure built deep in her belly. His hard member parting her, touching deep into her wet center, brushing her womb, then the ache of his retreat, and the sweetness of his driving return. Tighter and tighter the sensation grew, her body eagerly responding to his. Without thinking, her hands moved to his bare butt, reveling in the feel of his strong muscles and narrow hips. With each thrust, she began pulling him, urging him to thrust harder, deeper into her slick, welcoming sheath.

"Oh, that's nice," he breathed. He rose higher, changing the angle of his penetration, giving her clit more direct contact. With barely a pause, he lifted her legs, moving them onto his shoulders. Faster he probed, his cock stabbing in and out of her pussy, his hips slapping against her.

More, she thought, more! Legs spread, her engorged sex parting for him, enveloping him. This was heavenly! Her breasts heaved, and whimpers of pleasure escaped. She wanted to please him, to feel him shoot his seed inside her. Yes! she thought. The pressure in her belly grew still more. 


New Girl Ch. 01



The Bamboo Panda may have been jammed with people, but the coffee bar and bookstore had more than enough nooks and crannies to offer sanctuaries of privacy. Maric was glad for it as he sat in a comfy chair thrust into one corner, his hands drumming nervously on the oak table. An empty chair sulked at him from across the way, and he wondered if Nikki would even show. The ever-present murmur of conversation drifted to his ears, overlaid by the stormy night and the constant patter of rain.

Maric was 6'6 with jet-black hair, a lean physique and muscles that attested to his grueling workouts. But what made Maric unusual was his open-mindedness, and he was hoping that that open-mindedness might help him salvage his relationship with his girlfriend. The question was, could she be as open to the unconventional? He doubted it, but he dared to hope. This was a longshot, but it was worth the attempt.

"Hey." A tall woman of Asian-American descent slid into the chair across from him. Nikki's face was beautiful despite its harsh dimensions, like a gorgeous villainess out of some superhero film. She was tall for her sex, maybe 5'10, and her large breasts and voluptuous curves definitely told the world that she was all woman. He longed to see that spark of mischief and intelligence in her eyes, so unlike the annoyed look she was giving him just now.

"You haven't called me all week, bastard. Now you text me out of the blue and tell me it's urgent. I'm not sticking around for very long. No time to play games."

"Good." Maric folded his hands on the table. "Neither do I. Will you at least let me apologize and explain?" Nikki chewed her bottom lip and sent a hard look toward her boyfriend - on the verge of becoming EX-boyfriend. She had to admit, dressed in black slacks and that sexy lavender collared shirt, he was at least easy on the eyes. The shirt was new, so he was definitely trying to impress. That piqued her interest. She resisted the urge to stand back up. 

"So you haven't given up on us after all?" she said, leaning forward as her cleavage taunted him. 

"No, Nikki. I really do want this to work. I love you." There he was, trying to use those words as if they alone could melt her resolve. When he saw her tense up, he rushed past the declaration and hoped for the best. "Look, let's be honest. I know that our sexual incompatibility is the main issue here. We both still agree on that, am I right? If we can fix this one thing, then we'll have everything we ever hoped for."

"Yes."

"You're a dominant, I'm a dominant. All we need to do is compromise."

"And how exactly do you expect that to happen?" Nikki said. The first year of their relationship had been amazing, the sex mind-blowing. Maric had let Nikki take over in the bedroom, and all had seemed set for a fairy-tale ending with them becoming a permanent couple. But on the day Nikki proposed to Maric - yes, that's right, the girl proposing to the boy - Maric confessed the truth. He was miserable in the bedroom, tired of being a total submissive to Nikki's sexual dominance. He had hid his true feelings, bottling them up until they'd tumbled free like an avalanche. 

It had been two weeks since Maric's revelation to her, and Nikki was still struggling with it. The two had hardly spoken. Nikki stiffened as Maric's hand reached across the table, grasping her wrist and bringing it to the tabletop as he locked their fingers together. 

"I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner. I just didn't want to talk to you until I had a possible solution. I think I know of a way around our impasse, but I want you to fully hear me out and give yourself time to think about what I'm proposing. Don't feel like you need to give me an answer one way or the other right now. Do you think you can do that?" 

"Okay." Nikki nodded, letting herself relax as she focused on the warmth of his hand. 

"Thank you." Maric took a deep breath before plunging ahead. "Do you remember how we sometimes would talk about bringing a third person into the bedroom? How it might be such a turn-on for both of us?"

Nikki felt her nipples harden just at the mention of it. She nodded slowly, her mouth going dry. 

"Yes..."

"That got me thinking. What if we could bring someone new to our relationship? Someone who was a true submissive? That person could satisfy both of our dominants sides. More than that, I think I could be somewhat submissive for you if I had a submissive to release some of my pent-up dominant energies on."

"Hold on, are you for real?"

"Yes, Nikki. I am. I think we need a third person to put us in balance. That might be the compromise we need to make this work."

Nikki wanted to laugh. Did her boyfriend know how ridiculous this sounded by traditional standards? Yet she couldn't discount the thrill she'd felt at his mention of a threesome in the bedroom. Clearly some inner part of her was more than intrigued. Maybe she didn't need to reject this outright. 

"Okay...do you have something more specific in mind?"

"Actually, yes." He slid his phone across the table. She swiped it on and saw a picture of a flawless, petite brunette with seductive gray eyes. "That's Selene. She's an intern in the department across the hall from mine. We've been friends for a while, but nothing more, Nikki. I've always loved only you. After we had our falling out a few weeks ago, though, I had to confide in someone. I told Selene about our issues, and then she opened up about herself.

She's agreed to be our submissive, if we want her to be. If you find her attractive. If you're open to it..." Maric's words hung like prisoners dangling along the edge of a cliff. Nikki could hear the hope and desperation in them. 

"Sweet heavens, you're serious." She turned to get up. "I'm getting a cup of coffee at the bar. Don't move. I need a moment, okay?" She stalked off without waiting for his answer, Selene's image already imprinted on her mind. 

The truth was, that girl was HOT. She had this delicate, ethereal beauty that was very different than Nikki's more dominant femininity. It didn't make her any less attractive. In fact, Nikki found herself drawn to the girl because of those differences. Nikki paid for her cup of mocha latte, took a deep breath and walked back to her seat.

"Okay, hypothetically let's say I'm willing to give this a chance." Nikki took another huge lungful of air. "What are the ground rules? How would this work exactly, Maric? This could get complicated. You and I both know that."

"What's wrong? You don't like the idea of sharing me?" Maric's eyes gleamed with good humor.

"Damn straight. Your ass and cock are MINE," Nikki whispered, making sure no one was within hearing range. "So if I'm going to share you with some cute bimbo, I want to know the parameters for how this is going to work. Is she just a sex buddy or what? Does she like men or girls too?"

"Fair enough. Let me lay out all the chips on the table," Maric said. "Selene likes girls and guys equally. She's a true submissive too, but she also has standards. She doesn't want to be a literal 'fuck slave' or anything like that. She would want to be part of our relationship, to be close to both of us."

Nikki's heart sped up. This was already getting too complicated for comfort.

"What have you told her about me?"

"I was upfront about your sexuality. That you aren't truly bisexual, but that you like girls. You're okay with most things girl-to-girl, just not..." He let the words hang as someone walked by their table. 

Nikki's sexuality didn't fit into any neat stereotype. She was turned on by girls. The idea of sucking a girl's nipples or fondling a girl to orgasm didn't trouble Nikki, but she had limits. She had no desire to go down on a girl...it just wasn't in her nature. And yet, the idea of a girl going down on HER, that made Nikki wet. If sexuality were a spectrum, Nikki might have been in the neighborhood of bisexual but not firmly in any category.

"Okay, so she knows that my physical boundaries are going to be a little different than hers."

"Exactly." Maric clasped Nikki's hand again. "She thinks you're an incredible woman, Nikki. I've told her a lot about you." He grinned. "She also thinks you look like a goddess and she told me that she wants to worship you like one in the bedroom."

Nikki took a sip of her coffee, trying to let the taste distract her from the throbbing heat between her legs. "Maric J. Anders, you are one crazy son of a bastard. Proposing this to me..." Nikki shook her head. "I don't know why I'm even considering it." 

"I'm just glad you are," he said quickly, and the intensity of his eyes ensnared her. Nikki went very still as Maric caressed a strand of hair back from her cheek and leaned forward, kissing her as a low moan escaped her lips. Her cunt felt a surge of arousal. She reached under the table, her hand finding a hard bulge under Maric's slacks. Her hand slipped underneath the waistband as she looked around, seeing no one nearby. 

Nikki's hand clasped the base of his cock, which shot to full-length like a bullet. She felt the ridges and veins beneath her fingertips, pumping Maric's penis with the illicit thrill making her feel so alive. 

"If we do this, do I get to have my submissive Maric back at least a little bit? If I give you this gift, will you be my fuck-toy once in a while?" 

Maric licked his lips, his mouth bone-dry as he fought the urge to come in his pants. 

"Nikki...Yes." Uuhhhhh... damn it, if she didn't stop that soon... "Nikki, please. Not here." As abruptly as it had invaded, Nikki's hand withdrew. Although his cock immediately twitched in anguish, Maric let out a sigh of relief. 

"Give me a time and a place. When do I get to meet her?" Nikki said.

"Friday night, 7PM. I'll pick you up. We were thinking of going out for dinner and then seeing No Escape. She wants to get to know you better before we do anything serious. She's worked with me, our departments collaborated on a bunch of projects. You, on the other hand, are completely uncharted territory for her."

Nikki smiled. "Tell her the feeling is mutual. I'll see you Friday." Without another word the sexy, dominant woman swiped her coffee and left. Maric sat there, stunned, just in total shock. Was Nikki really going to give this a chance? The answer, despite all the odds, seemed to be a resounding YES.

**********

Dinner had been interesting.

Nikki had been surprised when Maric picked her up in his new black Lexis with Selene riding shotgun. The bastard had opened the BACKSEAT passenger side door for Nikki instead of making Selene give up her seat. Nikki had seethed all the way to dinner. He'd already given that bitch special status, and it irked her. Her rational side told her it was trivial, but her instinct refused to see it that way. Still, Nikki tried to play nice, and they made it through dinner. 

After the movie, they drove back to Nikki's place. She sauntered in first, pulling out a bottle of wine and three glasses. 

"Red or white?" She looked at the sexy girl who was now her competition. She already hated Selene, and that probably didn't bode well for how this was going to unfold. 

"Whatever you prefer," Selene said meekly. 

Selene was 5'5, wearing a sleek red dress which hugged the tops of her hips, and its strapless design showed off the dainty curves of her neck, shoulders, and more than a little cleavage. Two pearl earrings set off an arresting contrast to the deep scarlet of the dress, and she had an opal necklace dangling between her breasts. 

Nikki may have hated her guts at the moment, but Selene was absolutely gorgeous, in a breakable sort of way. And suddenly Nikki very much wanted to break her. 

"Whatever I prefer?" She glanced at Maric, who was taking off his tie and tossing it over the back of a nearby leather chair. 

Something took control of Nikki then, her instinct and need to dominate coming out like the talons of a hungry cat. 

"What if I prefer this?" She strode over to Selene with a glass of white wine, pouring it down the front of her dress. Selene gasped as Nikki slid behind her, unzipping the dress. "Step out of it," she said, her tone brooking no argument. Selene did as she was told, standing in her bra and panties and socks. 

"Take off those damned socks." Selene did that too. Now Nikki admired the girl's pert nipples, the soaked material of the bra making them stand out nicely. She stalked around the slender girl, unhooking the bra straps before letting it drift forgotten to the floor. "Mmm. What have we here?" Nikki stared at Selene's perfect breasts. They were a shade darker than Nikki's, with a perfect tan that only some brunettes and even fewer blondes could pull off. Her upturned breasts were buoyant and sexy, not surprising given that the girl was barely 20 years of age. 

Nikki reached her fingers under the elastic waistband of Selene's panties, stroking the girl's clit. She heard a tiny whimper as Selene's nipples pebbled, exquisitely erect. 

"I think the bitch likes it, Maric." Maric had stripped out of his shirt, belt, and socks. He was already lowering his pants and shrugging out of his boxers. His cock dangled free, perking up, tall and rigid almost like a spear. It had to be a good ten and a half inches. 

"I think she does like it," he agreed. He walked up to Selene, his cock pressing against her exposed belly as he gently cupped her supple cones. "I think we should have some fun with these." He looked into Selene's eyes. "You will call me Master. Understood?"

Selene's innocent eyes took on a haunted yet hungry look. "Yes, Master."

"Just as you'll call me Mistress, you cute little slut." Nikki leaned over, her tongue laving one of Selene's nipples. The girl moaned as Nikki sucked on it, then drew back. There was a loud SMACK as Nikki's open palm struck Selene's left butt cheek. "I didn't hear your answer, slave!"

"Yes Mistress!" Selene chirped, her pussy already wet as Nikki continued to fondle it with her one hand. 

"What do you think, Maric? Should we punish the bitch for being a slow learner?" 

Maric grinned. "Why not? I'll be right back. Feel free to get her comfortable." After Maric left, Nikki stripped out of her dress and the rest of her clothes, then told Selene to take off her panties. She did, with some reluctance, finally standing naked before the dominant woman in all her lithesome glory. Nikki walked around her, admiring those firm ass cheeks, the compact body, the shiny tresses of dark brown hair which hung past her shoulders. She retrieved a pair of leather cuffs from her drawer of 'toys' in the kitchen, then approached Selene with an evil grin. 

"Mistress, don't you think we should have a...a safe word?" Selene said, trembling. Was the girl really so scared? Although jealous anger was fueling Nikki's dominant side right now, she didn't really want to hurt the girl. Not TOO bad, at least. She softened for a moment. 

"What would you like it to be, slave?"

"Rabbit." 

Nikki's lips quirked upward. "So be it, slave." She attached the cuffs to the girl's wrists, restraining them in front of her. Then she grasped her by the neck and took her over to the kitchen counter, pressing her neck down so that she was forced to bend over and present her pussy and ass. 

"Maric, where the hell are you? She's ready to receive your cock." 

Maric walked into the kitchen, a whip in his hand. Three long tendrils swished as he moved his wrist back and forth. 

"I'm not sure she's earned my cock yet, Nikki." With a sudden flip of his wrist, he let the whip smack against Selene's pussy lips - just hard enough to create the shock of sensation with only minimal pain. Selene groaned, her bound hands clenching. 

"Did you like that, slave? Would you like me whip you again?" Selene moaned. 

"Yes, Master. Please whip this slave's pussy."

Another SMACK echoed in the kitchen, joined by the echo of the girl's cry. Maric kept at it for several minutes, his wrist enjoying the exercise as he watched the three tendrils of the whip lash against the girl's sensitive sex again and again and again. Soon the girl was panting, her pussy dripping with wetness despite the abuse. Maric walked over, inserting two fingers deeply between the girl's soft folds. 

"This slut is horny. Fuck. Look, the greedy bitch is already clenching around my fingers." Selene was panting, her body betraying her silence, her juices soaking Maric's fingers as he withdrew them. 

"Let me taste," Nikki said. She opened her mouth, slurping off the sweet cream. "Mmm. Give me the whip and go lay down on the table." Maric did as his dominant girlfriend commanded. He laid on the dining room table and waited expectantly as Nikki dragged Selene with her. 

"Get up on that table, bitch. Impale your pussy on his hard cock." When Selene seemed to hesitate, Nikki lashed the whip across her cute buttocks. Selene jumped, hastily climbing up on the table. She could only do it awkwardly with the leather cuffs on her wrists, but she managed it. The slender brunette slowly straddled Maric's relaxed form. His cock stood up like a diamond tower, ready to impale her soft, feminine sex. Selene stared at it, gaping at its girth, its length, the veins pulsing along the sides of the shaft. 

"Master has such a big, impressive cock," Selene said.

"So get your cunt on it, stupid bitch!" Nikki's whip smacked against the submissive's back, and Selene squirmed, moaning as she hastily straddled him, nestling her labia around the crown of his penis. She slowly lowered herself, watching as her labia clung to the sides of that bulbous cock-head before she felt it slide into her heat, ramming all the way through her core as she settled on his lap, her pussy fully encasing every inch of his throbbing manhood. 

"Ooohhh..." Selene moaned. "Master..." She seemed at a loss for words, her nipples hardening like two pink jewels. Maric grunted, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them as he felt her snugness around his fully aroused prick. 

"Such a tight little slut...ahhh, you know how to milk a man's balls," he sighed. 

Nikki had seen enough. Jealousy flared in her chest. She found herself shouting. "Take your hands off her tits. I have better things to do with them." Maric's hands retreated just in time because Nikki's wrist snapped, sending the whip's tendrils snaking across Selene's sensitive young breasts. The girl squealed as the whip connected, sending scorching sensations which ricocheted from her nipples to the very heat in her loins. 

"Fuck his cock, little cunt! Give him a good, eager fucking and impale that tight cunt GOOD or I'll whip those tits until you beg for mercy!" Nikki said. Nikki kept lashing the whip across Selene's small breasts, watching them jiggle with satisfaction as Selene began to grind atop Maric's lap. The girl moaned with each smack of the whip, her breasts jiggling faster and faster as she moved her hips more desperately, her cunt squeezing the length of Nikki's boyfriend's penis. 

"Not good enough, bitch. I'll whip those tits raw at the rate you're going!" Nikki warned. It was an idle threat. The whip's ends were knotted with a covering of silk so that the shock of the contact caused pain through surprise more than anything. A long, continuous whipping, if hard enough, would make the skin tender and sore, yes...but without any lasting marks.

Still, the way Selene's eyes darted to the whip with a mixture of arousal and fear, Nikki felt a surge of power. The dominant in her was pleased. She brutally slapped the whip across Selene's chest again and again, reveling in each SMACK as it connected with those jiggling cones. 

All the while Selene's pussy continued to clench around Maric's shaft, her pubic mound rising and falling in rapid succession as their bodies joined. Maric reached around, slipping one saliva-coated finger into the girl's ass as his other hand massaged her butt cheeks. Selene's hands pressed against Maric's muscular chest, holding her body upright as she writhed on his tireless cock. 




New Girl Ch. 01



"Ooohh god," Selene moaned. "Please have mercy, Mistress." SMACK. "AAHH! My breasts are so sore. Please!" she groaned. SMACK. "OOohhh I love Master's cock so deep in my pussy, stretching me. Thank you Master." SMACK. 

Nikki growled. "Tell Master what a worthless fuck-toy you are and how you don't deserve his cock." The jealous dominant in Nikki was still rising, giving her new and depraved ideas. Selene's cuffed hands stroked Maric's chest as she slid her pussy up and down his now-slimy phallus, admiring his cock even as it impaled her like an obscene spear made of flesh.

Selene looked down again as her pussy bottomed out once more on Maric's cock, feeling the fullness of the manhood deep inside her. "Oooohhh, this slave's pussy is so unworthy of your glorious cock, Sir. Thank you for letting this worthless fuck-toy impale herself senseless on your cock. Oooh!!" Selene began to convulse on Maric's cock. Maric could feel her juices coating his shaft as she wiggled on his lap. 

"Did I say you could come yet?" he half-shouted. He grabbed her by the neck, pulling her down toward him as he gently slapped her face with a loud SMACK that was out of proportion to the actual force used. He then plundered the girl's mouth, his tongue dancing with hers as she responded, their mouths working together. Her moan deepened as he began thrusting his finger more swiftly in and out of her anus, and he speared his cock upward to stretch her even more thoroughly. 

"Mmmm. You taste good, slut, but you deserve more punishment for coming without permission." Maric leaned up, biting each of her nipples just hard enough to startle her. Selene squealed as his teeth grazed her oh-so-sensitive nipples, and then Nikki was suddenly there right beside her. She had mounted the table a moment ago. Now she knelt behind the slave girl and cupped her breasts from below, lifting up and offering the nipples for Maric's mouth to suckle. Maric did his best to partake, nipping and sucking hard on both nipples as Selene moaned in mixed agony and pleasure at the overstimulation. 

"Ahhh...I can't hold it much longer, cunt. Going to gush deep in that tight pussy soon..." Maric grunted, his body already slickening with sweat as he continued to thrust up into her soft wetness. Selene was panting now, her breasts heaving as Nikki pinched the nipples to wrest another plaintive moan from the girl's lips. 

"Fuck this little cunt and gush her FULL, Maric. I want to see the look on her face when you fill her with your fucking cum." The dominant in Nikki loved talking dirty, the savage words giving her satisfaction as she felt her own arousal spiking. She grasped Selene tightly by the neck from behind and pushed down on her shoulders, fully enjoining Selene's cunt to her boyfriend's shaft. 

Maric groaned, a primal, guttural release as his cock spasmed inside the girl's young pussy. Selene stiffened as she felt his hot jism shoot inside her, filling up her insides as spurt after spurt kept pumping from his loins. Finally Maric went limp beneath Selene, though her snatch still snugly enclosed his shaft. Selene leaned backward against Nikki's chest as the Asian woman reached her hand down, helping Maric's softening cock flop free of the girl's sex. 

Nikki looked down at the cum oozing from Selene's well-fucked pussy. 

"Ooohh. Look, bitch. My boyfriend got your cunt nice and messy." Nikki scooped a swath of the seed with her fingers and brought it up to Selene's dazed face. "Lick it up."

"Yes, Mistress. Please don't whip me anymore." Selene opened her mouth, her tongue laving off the cum until Nikki's fingers glistened with her saliva. Nikki's hands gently cupped the girl's breasts as she laid soft kisses along Selene's neck. 

"Mmm...such a hot, sexy little submissive slave. What shall we do with you next? We have all NIGHT to PLAY with you. Oh yes." Nikki looked down into Maric's mischief-filled stare. "A penny for your thoughts," Nikki said huskily.

Maric grinned. "I say we take the slut downstairs into the basement fun room. We have so many interesting games and TOYS we could use on her down there." The boyfriend and girlfriend exchanged lustful glances. 

"Not a bad idea," Nikki said. "But first...one more thing to take care of." She shoved Selene to the side and prepared to straddle her boyfriend's already reawakening cock. Nikki licked up the length of his prick, then smothered him with her mouth to get him hard again. She tasted the mingled fluids of Maric's jism and Selene's pussy cream like a delicious cocktail on her palate. When she had finished slurping up and down Maric's shaft, the cock was standing tall again, glistening and ready. 

Nikki straddled it, sighing with contentment as she felt his cock surge up into her moistening heat. She pumped her pussy hard and fast on his manhood, grunting with rising lust. Turning back, she barked at Selene. 

"Get your face in there, slut. I want you sucking on my boyfriend's testicles while I ride his shaft. It's the least you can do as a 'Thank you' after I graciously let you fuck him."

"Yes Mistress!" Selene quickly knelt behind the couple, slurping madly on Maric's wrinkled sac. Maric groaned as he felt Selene's skillful mouth suck one of his testicles into her mouth, applying exquisite pressure even as Nikki's cunt hugged his cock like a satin glove. Maric looked up at Nikki's beautiful nakedness bounding on top of him, her breasts bouncing up and down with the force of her impalements. Those breasts were mouth-wateringly huge and full, their dark areolas begging to be tongued. 

Maric sat up with difficulty, sucking on those nipples as if they were the rarest delicacies, moaning as Nikki's arms wrapped around his neck, her hands caressing his scalp as he worshipped her breasts. 

Meanwhile Selene's tongue frantically licked and stroked the folds of Maric's testicles ever more fervently, her moans joining the more intense moans of Nikki. 

"Oooh yes, you little cunt. Lick Maric's balls and watch my wet pussy bounce on his fucking cock. You love that, don't you, bitch? Watching your Mistress and Master fuck."

"Mmmmphhh!" SLURP! "Y-yes Mistress. I love seeing your juices coating his cock, Mistress." Selene whimpered with racing arousal, and Nikki imagined the girl's sex dripping with need. She turned around, urging the girl to come up and straddle Maric's face. 

Selene did as she was told, awkwardly climbing atop Maric's face as he began to lick and suck on the folds of her snatch. Selene's body went rigid with need, her cute buttocks wiggling back and forth as she thrust her crotch into Maric's tongue. The man groaned with the combined pleasure of Nikki's cunt squeezing the life out of his shaft at the same time Selene's juices began to trickle onto his tongue, their fragrance filling his nostrils. 

"Mmmm!! Such a delicious little cunt," he growled. "It's quite the feast. Mmmm!" He lapped madly between her legs, feeling the trickle of fluids swell to a river, Selene's cunt making squelchy-wet sounds each time she writhed on his face. Her bound hands massaged his scalp as she looked down, her breasts aching with desire. Yet it was only a shadow compared to the inferno bursting between her legs, her cunt feeling like it was on fire. 

"Ooohh god. Can't...please...may this slave come?" Selene begged. Her ass moved in triple time, wiggling back and forth as she felt Maric's tongue batter her joy nub, his fingers stroking around her labia and clitoris as his tongue suddenly darted between her cunt lips. 

"Ooohh please! Oh god!" Selene crooned, her head snapping backward as her breasts jutted out, the nipples standing out like tiny spikes.

"Go ahead, bitch. Come in my boyfriend's face," Nikki hissed. She reached forward, massaging Selene's neck and shoulders as the girl violently gushed in Maric's mouth. The man grunted, lapping up the rushing fluid and swallowing as much of the sweet-tasting cream as he could. Nikki felt Selene's body shuddering in the throes of orgasm, and it sent her over the edge too. 

"Aahhh fuck. Maric, I'm coming on your cock," Nikki growled, her own juices spurting as her body clenched around the shaft again and again, like a desperate animal. She moaned as the last twitches of her pussy around Maric's length finally subsided. Just when the last throes of orgasm died away, she felt Maric's ragged breathing punctuated by a low, drawn-out grunt, his cock surrendering its treasure for a second time, spewing its second load of cum. 

"Aaahhh. That's it, lover. Give me your hot seed," Nikki crooned, relishing the feel of him emptying himself inside her. She moved her crotch back and forth on his lap, wringing out the last drops of cum into her damp heat. At last, totally spent, Maric sagged completely on the table. Selene slowly dismounted from the man's sexually-sated face, Maric's dazed expression saying it all. 

Selene looked greedily at the fluid-coated cock as it flopped free of Nikki's snatch. 

"You want to taste my cunt cream, bitch? Go ahead, clean his cock," Nikki said. Selene scooted over, her face glued to the man's crotch as she licked, slurped, and vacuumed up every trace of fluid on Maric's cock and sweaty scrotum. Her loud slurping sounds filled the room as her tongue traced from the tip of Maric's cock to the very base of his shaft, then tenderly laved the folds of his testicles. Finally, satisfied that she had cleaned her Master thoroughly, Selene sat upright on her hands and knees and looked expectantly at Nikki.

"How did I taste, cunt?" Nikki leaned over, pinching the girl's nipples hard to watch her squirm. 

"AAHH. You-you tasted wonderful, Mistress. Thank you for letting me lick up your juices." 

"It's a privilege you will not be getting often," Nikki said. "Now get off the fucking table. We're going to get your cute ass downstairs and see how you like our dungeon. Right, Maric?"

Maric's dark chuckle made the hairs on Selene's neck stand up. He slid off the table and helped Selene down. Then he undid her leather cuffs, using the key that Nikki gave him. 

'What do they want to do with me next?' Selene wondered. This night had already gone much further than she had intended. The sex was out of this world, though, and the submissive decided to hold back her safe word unless it became necessary. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" Selene felt Maric re-cuff her wrists behind her back. Selene's eyes bugged out as she saw Nikki hand Maric what looked like a dog collar. It was a leather collar with a metal buckle, the word 'slave' embroidered across the collar in cursive script. Maric snapped it into place around Selene's neck, and it was only then that the young brunette realized that a chain dangled from the buckle. 

Grasping the chain, Maric gave it a good tug. Selene lurched toward him. Now this was more than she had bargained for, at least on the first night. 

"Rabbit," she said. 

In response, Maric's cool gaze just looked right through her. "Oh no you don't, bitch. We're not done with you. Not by a long shot." 

"Damn straight," Nikki chimed in. 

Selene felt a trickle of fear to match the trickle of cum leaking from her pussy. 'Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?' she thought as Maric dragged her by the leash toward an open doorway and the darkened stairway beyond.

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To Be Continued...

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I hope you enjoyed the story. It's based on a real experience (except for the last part - I take safe words very seriously). Unlike some earlier stories, I'm not sure where this story will go next. I'll see what suggestions you give me, and use that as my creative muse. 

Remember always follow your dreams, the kinkier the better.

*Disclaimer: All characters depicted are age 18 and older.



New Girl Ch. 01



"Oh, so ... so .. so good!" she gasped. She brought her arm up over her mouth, trying to keep from crying out.

"Yes," he grunted. "That's it .. unhh .. yeah .. oh, smooth .. mmm .. just like ... silk."

Then suddenly she was there. Once again, she exploded around his cock. She stiffened as wave after wave of ecstasy filled her, as her pussy throbbed, milking his cock.

"Oh, yes! Take it, now! Take it all!" With a final shove, he ground his crotch into her convulsing pussy. When the first hot spurt of semen splashed against her womb, Mayet uncoiled, bucking and heaving even as he held her down. Pressing her arm against her mouth, she bit as she screamed, shaking with the release. Each pulse of his cock, each hot jet of come only added to her pleasure.

As her orgasm faded, gasping for air and her heart still hammering, she looked up at him in wonder, almost losing herself in his dark brown eyes. Never had she enjoyed being mounted so much.

Letting down her legs, he grinned at her, then leaned down for another kiss.

She eagerly responded. Men kissed her before sex, and sometimes during. Never after!

"That was very special, Mayet."

She could only nod in agreement. This was the absolute best mounting she'd ever had!

* * *

Miri Tanner was Senior Lady-in-Waiting to Susan Moramorian, the Duke's First Wife. When she wasn't attending to the needs of the Duchess, she was responsible for overseeing the manor's cleaning staff. She'd joined her Ladyship's retinue shortly after the founding of Ramez, just over a year ago. Three others attended to the Duchess, each with their own set of additional duties. Only twenty-four, Miri had worked hard, and with no husband or children to distract her, had made herself indispensable. And since becoming Senior Lady-in-Waiting, a few of the noble houses had started to pay attention to her, even to inquiring if she was interested in matrimony.

Of average height, and fully curved with large breasts, Miri knew she wasn't beautiful, but she did qualify as pretty. Good clothes and make-up helped a lot. Today she wore a burgundy blouse with tan sleeves and collar under a black bodice, emblazoned with the House arms, surmounted by the cyan roundel and gold key, indicating she served the Duchess directly. Completing the tunic and bodice was a matching black ankle-length skirt, with a wide tan belt. Because she'd come from the laundry, she also wore a cream apron with two large pockets. Two tortoise-shell combs helped keep her long, thick black hair in place. Even if her face was a little on the rounder side, she wasn't fat. There was intelligence behind her hazel eyes, and little escaped her attention. Details were a big part of her job. Miri was also intensely loyal.

At the moment, Miri's focus was on that new girl, Mayet -- or rather, her absence. A foreign-born girl, she barely even spoke Ba'lorian, the language of Tildor! How many out here on the eastern fringes of the kingdom actually spoke Kemetic? Granted, there was a small population in the capital, but the nearest country with a large population was the Caloren States, and that was west, across the continent, at least four months distant by overland travel -- or so she'd been told. Mayet had dark skin, and some of the other staff thought her pretty. Mayet was new, and yes, there was construction going on all around, yet it should not have taken her this long to deliver a single load of sheets and towels! There were, after all, two more loads to take upstairs! If she was goofing off, Miri would set her straight, that was for sure! Working in the manor was a privilege, not a right. If she wasn't capable of working laundry, there were a lot of other, less desirable jobs to be done. Cleaning the latrines would be a start!

Brusquely, she put Livona and Tamara, two of the cleaning staff, to collecting dirty laundry from the first level rooms. Once that was done, Miri stormed upstairs, the hard soles of her boots clattering on the stonework.

Striding quickly, down the hallway to the linen closet.

She heard a woman making noises and slowed down. Definitely, too, the sounds of a man, grunting. Was Mayet having sex? Miri grumbled, fuming. If so, she could bloody well do it on her own time!

* * *

Royce was tempted to go again, but decided against it. He wanted to talk to this young woman, learn more about her. He lifted up, and slowly pulled out of her. On his knees, he glanced at her gaping pussy, the ring of semen matted in the hair around her black labia, and the bright pink of her inner walls. More sperm drained out of her hole onto the towel.

She sat up, legs splayed, a huge grin on her face. "Oh, thank you, my Lord! That was a wonderful gift. I hope I pleased you as well."

"You did. Very much so."

Using a corner of the towel, she smiled as she wiped herself down.

Seeing him pulling up his underwear and pants, Mayet said, "Lord? May I finish taking care of you?"

Puzzled, Royce paused. "What do you mean?"

She moved closer, then gently grasped his semi-erect cock. Without ado, she opened her mouth, sucking and licking him.

"Oh," was all he said. One hand caressed her head as she cleaned him with her tongue. She tried to take him deeper into her mouth, but only managed partway because of his girth and length.

* * *

Miri peered around the corner. She saw Mayet's dark body on the floor, a man with his pants around his knees and his cock stuffed to the hilt into her pussy. The man looked familiar. Then he pulled out. And out. He was enormous! Miri didn't think she could get her own hand around him, he was so wide! And though she knew there might be men with longer cocks, she'd never seen one.

Her first thought was to wonder how Mayet had ever managed to take him all the way inside.

Her second was to imagine this man stuffing his cock into her pussy, to feel him plunging into her own depths. Miri's last lover had been over three years ago, and suddenly that was ancient history. This man, well! It would feel magnificent! Whoever he was, she was going to find a way to do him.

As he partially turned, Miri's heart skipped.

Oh, no! The Duke!

Her eyes went back to his maleness, then to Mayet licking him. The look in Mayet's eyes was affection, maybe even homage to what had obviously just given her pleasure. Yes, Miri could understand that, watching her tongue caress his cock. He'd obviously just ejaculated, but under Mayet's ministrations, he stiffened again. Miri felt her groin loosen, growing damp.

She stepped closer to get a better look.

* * *

A movement at the doorway caught his attention. Mayet, absorbed in her task, didn't see her.

"Shit," Royce muttered.

He had an open marriage with his two wives. Susan had laid down the ground rules.

After nearly a year of marriage, Mayet had been his first lover outside of marriage. And if Miri chose, it would be a brief affair indeed. His wife's Lady-in-Waiting had a reputation of being stern and demanding, but she was also loyal to Susan. Royce knew her only in passing. He watched Miri, waiting to see what she did.

Miri stared as Mayet licked his cock, then his balls. Oh, my! she thought.

Under Mayet's tongue, Royce's cock hardened again.

Mayet was immensely pleased by his returning erection, and wondered if he was going to take her again. Her pussy still hummed. She didn't know if she could go another round, but she would certainly try her best!

Watching his cock thicken and harden was too much for Miri. His intense stare at her, it was like he was looking right through her, seeing everything. She felt the hollow ache between her legs with a growing awareness and hunger. Slowly dropping to her knees, she crawled over to them. Closer. Then she wrapped her mouth around his cock, sucking and bobbing. She felt her own sex flowing as she inhaled his musky scent.

Mayet blinked, surprised to see another woman helping her. Especially this one! She didn't know why, but she was sure this woman did not like her. Yet here she was! Did this happen a lot here? she wondered. Then Mayet remembered her place. If her Lord had no objection to this woman being here, who was she to say anything?

Miri tried to inhale his cock, but had difficulty.

Pushed aside, Mayet simply sat back. She looked to her Lord, and he shrugged, so she contented herself to sit back and watch.

Miri brought up her hand, stroking his shaft as she sucked him. Such a nice, big cock, she thought. Her other hand lifted her dress, working to her crotch. Diving under her panties, she rubbed her clit.

After a long pause, Royce spoke. "Miri? What are you doing?"

Miri only groaned in response, sucking harder. The salty, musky taste aroused her further. Wasn't her tongue telling him what she wanted?

"Miri?" Royce gave her a little shake.

With a little gasp, Miri released him. Panting, her gaze went from his hard cock to his face, then back to his cock. She suddenly took a deep breath, then dropped to her hands and knees. Turning away from him, she bent over, hiked up her dress around her waist, and pulled down her underwear. "Please," she begged.

"Are you sure, Miri? You serve my wife. If she learns of this, she will likely never forgive you."

"I-I know," she said, shaking from both shame and roaring desire. Her face on the floor, her hands gripped her inner thighs, pulling apart her pussy lips, exposing her pink, inner channel, inviting him. Her labial lips glistened wetly. "Take me? Please?"

"Take off your underwear," he instructed.

Miri quickly shoved it down and kicked it off. Spreading her legs wider, she arched her back, offering herself.

Mayet moved aside. She understood only a few words, but what was about to happen was plain. When she was in the brothel, she had seen others coupling. After she was sold to her last master, she had serviced him often, but never with others around. Her new Lord had just filled her with his seed, yet already he was erect again and ready to mount this woman! Mayet was impressed by his virility. As for this woman who sometimes yelled at her -- well, Mayet wanted to watch him take her, watch her become helpless under his very fine cock.

Royce took off his trousers again. Speaking Kemetic, he instructed, "Mayet? Please close the door. Let's not have any other visitors." Then he removed his trousers.

Miri watched him over her shoulders. As he moved in behind her, she bit her lip in anticipation.

Royce ran his hand along her slit, testing her wetness. One, then two fingers dipped into her crevice, smearing the slickness along her outer lips. Satisfied, he pulled her closer, placing his cockhead at the lips of her pussy. A push and the crown disappeared into her, parting her, stretching her. Really stretching her.

Miri groaned, her arms moved along the ground before her.

Giving short, firm, vigorous strokes, Royce drove into her, her sheath giving way before him.

Miri flashed on horses, comparing him favorably to a stallion, his big cock impaling her, possessing her. Each thrust inward pulled her labia inside, and her clit brushed along his cock. She couldn't believe how quickly she was already climbing toward release.

After closing the door, Mayet sat nearby, craning her neck so she could watch him plunge into Miri's hairy center. Each slap of his hips against her buried him into her pussy, then she'd bounce off until he pulled her back, slamming hard and sliding deep again. This man had been much gentler with her. Mayet wondered if this woman liked it so rough. She understood the words 'harder' and 'deeper.' Yes, she liked what he was doing!

Miri cries grew louder.

"Too loud, Miri!" he said, stopping. "If you don't want to get caught, you will need to keep quiet. You understand?"

A moment, then she nodded, panting. She drew up her apron, and stuffed the hem into her mouth, gritting her teeth. Royce resumed pounding into her. In a short time, the muffled cries grew, then she gave one long, low sound, shaking and shuddering.

Royce slowed down, lifting from his knees into a crouch behind her. Mayet watched Miri's pussy convulsing and throbbing around his buried cock. He resumed pounding into her hole, using his hands on her shoulders to add force to his thrusting.

He was relentless. Miri had no time to rest from her first orgasm. She was already climbing rapidly again to another. Over and over he stretched her. Slap! Slap! Slap! Deeply he thrust, pulling almost completely out, then driving in again.

He gripped her shoulders then, grinding hard against her,. With the first hot spray deep inside her belly, she jerked, giving another muffled cry as her lower legs lifted from the floor. For long seconds he gripped her tightly while his cock ejaculated against her womb, her sex convulsing around him, milking him, encouraging him.

As soon as he pulled out, semen dribbling from the tip of his purplish head, Mayet moved, her mouth devouring as much of his cock as she could, bathing him in her saliva and swallowing his come. From the corner of her eye, the other woman stayed with her butt in the air, chest heaving while her gaping tunnel dripped white sperm onto the floor. Mayet looked up into his eyes, hoping she was still pleasing him. She had heard her new lord had two wives. With barely a rest in between, he had filled not only herself but this other woman as well! And again, under her oral cleansing, he was still hard! Men normally got soft after shooting their seed. Her new lord was truly a man among men, an Apis Bull! This handsome man should have a dozen women to serve him, she thought. Truly! Mayet hoped he would seek her out again. And the seed of such a potent man must assuredly be good for her.

After several moments, as his breathing settled, Royce caressed Mayet's cheek. "That's enough. Thank you."

Reluctantly, she pulled away, licking her lips, eyes demure. "Yes, Lord."

Royce sat down on the floor, his gaze focused on Miri's slowly closing pussy. Still speaking Kemetic, he said to Mayet, "You were a slave once, weren't you." A statement, not a question.

"Yes, Lord." She turned and lifted her dress, exposing her left flank.

There, in Kemetic hieroglyphs and Hellenic script was her number, city, and date of sale. Ten years ago by the international calendar he saw. A long line ran through the first row of text, and below it another date, in Ba'lorian script. 2045. Almost two years ago. Followed by the symbol for Sharaton-Charlottesville. She'd been freed after arriving in the capital.

"You were sold as a young girl?"

"I was born into slavery, Lord. My first master fell on hard times, and many of us were sold to the lots. That is when I got my slave marks." She dropped the hem. "I was bought by a specialty house. I was there until my breasts grew too large."

"Specialty house?"

"A brothel. Some specialize in exotics. My owner specialized in young girls."

Royce was both utterly repulsed and angry. "How could anyone do that? To children?"

Misunderstanding, Mayet drew back, then crouched down, her head to the floor. "I did not mean to offend you, Lord!"

Suddenly remorseful, Royce touched her gently. "Peace, Mayet. Yes, I am very angry. Furious even. But my anger is not with you. For our people, to sell children is both sinful and illegal. Other lands allow children to be sold, to pay a debt, or for whatever reason. We believe our children need to be protected, loved, and if not, we find out why. It is a mortal sin and a capital crime for an adult to have sex with a child -- and to make a child a prostitute? In our lands, those who trade in child prostitution also get the death penalty. I am not angry with you, Mayet. You were a child and a slave. You were not given a choice. How could I be angry with you?"

With his encouragement, she sat back up, and he pulled her beside him, his arm around her.

Slowly, Miri pulled her apron from her mouth, and her legs slid down. Her crotch settled into the pooled semen.

Mayet suddenly covered her mouth, giggling.

Grinning himself, Royce asked, "You find that amusing?"

"Oh, yes, my Lord! You mounted her well!"

"So it would seem." He leaned down and gave her an affectionate kiss on the lips.

Timid at first, she eagerly responded. When he pulled back, he saw renewed interest in her eyes. "I take it you enjoyed yourself?"

"Oh, yes, my Lord! It was wonderful. May this one beg a favor?"

Surprised, yet pleased by her growing confidence, he replied, "Ask. I will decide if I can grant it. What do you wish?"

Face slightly downturned, she looked at him hopefully. "That you will seek this one out again, to provide you pleasure."

"I am interested, Mayet. However, there must be strict rules on it, rules we both must obey. First, you must not discuss this with anyone else. My wives allow me to be with other women only if they do not learn of it, either by catching us or by gossip. And, I must give them as much pleasure as they desire.

"Second, if they are in the same room, you must act normally, as a servant, and not ask to be together, hint or talk about it. If I am alone, you may ask, but I will decide if we can. There are duties that even a duke must attend to. Third, we must never have sex in the master bedroom. That room belongs to my wives, and if they found out, they would rightly see it as a great insult. Fourth, and this is for me as well as you, Mayet -- if you find someone you wish to be with and to pleasure, then be with that person. You do not belong to me. You are a free woman and can share your body with anyone you wish. More importantly, you always have the right to say no, even to me. Always. Do you understand this?"

"I--I think so, Lord."

"What are you unsure of?"

"It would be wrong to neglect your wives. I do not think you are mean. I understand about keeping us secret, Lord," she hastened to explain. "I am used to being invisible. I am unused to saying no."

Royce grimaced. "At least you are honest. Trust me, that is a good thing. You need to learn your rights. We'll work on that. Miri, there, may well ask for the same privilege of being my lover. Will that bother you?"

"Lord? You may be with anyone you choose. I am just a servant. I would never--"

"You are a human being, Mayet, with your own feelings. People are entitled to what they feel. How they act on them is another matter. Jealousy is not a feeling I would encourage, but if you feel it, it is yours. Either way, both of you have witnessed me being with a woman who was not my wife. My wives may be hurt to learn what I have done today, but they will not leave me. Just because I have been with you and Miri does not mean I do not care for my wives. I do love them. They are also my friends."

Mayet blinked. Could a man be friends with a woman? Mintep, her old brothel master, would burst a blood vessel at such an idea. Yet this man meant it, she realized. Mother Isis be praised! Maybe the gods had not abandoned her after all.

"You and Miri," he continued, "hold in your hands each other's future here. To speak of it will very likely result in both you being sent away. Better, I think, if you cannot be friends, to at least try to get along."

The young woman nodded. "Yes, Lord. I understand."

Royce studied her, opening his psychic shields and reading her aura. Even though a free woman, Mayet had learnt well the manners of a slave. Royce hoped it was not too deeply ingrained. But her circumspect attitude was exactly what was needed if they were to maintain their liaisons. Still, there were things he could and should do.

"Thank you, Mayet. Can you read or write at all?"

Astounded, she shook her head. "My Lord, I am just a woman."

"Here you are limited only by your own talents, skills, character, and drive. We men prize our women as partners, as equals. Men may be stronger, but a woman endures. Not many of our people here speak your language. You need to learn ours. I will ask Miri to provide a teacher for you, and to teach you reading and writing as well. You also need to understand some basics in our laws."




New Girl Ch. 01



Mayet was stunned. To read and write? Could such a thing be even possible? Even if it was a foreign tongue, she had never dared to dream of such a thing! She took his hand and kissed it, pressing it to her forehead, overcome with gratitude. "Thank you, Lord! Oh, thank you. I will study hard. I will! I will be the best servant you could hope for. I promise!"

Miri slowly turned over, her face still flushed from her orgasms. As her breathing slowed to normal, her mind reeled, appalled at what she'd just done. Lady Susan was her liege and her friend! And she'd not only given herself to her husband, she'd begged for it! Miri knew he had Lady's Susan's permission to have other lovers as long as he was discreet about it. As she sat up, she looked around. Her panties were wadded up on the floor, the crotch soaked. Sitting up, she listened to them speak that western tongue. Lifting up a bit, she snagged a small towel from a shelf and wiped herself thoroughly before sitting back down. She stuffed her underwear into her apron. What was she going to do? she wondered.

Royce patted the free space on his other side, holding out his free hand to Miri.

Surprised, she moved beside him.

He put his arm around her. "Miri Tanner, have things have changed between us?"

She slowly nodded. She was stunned further by how much she enjoyed the feel of his arm around her.

"What do you want to do about it? Would you take it back?"

"Oh, no, my Lord," Miri quickly assured him. She dared another glance at his cock. Even flaccid, it was large. Miri could still feel the echoes of his presence. "It was incredible. You are most handsomely made."

"Indeed?" he replied, amused.

"Uh, my Lord? I do not have any protection. In the heat of the moment, all thought of that went away."

Royce did have protection. The silver band he wore beside his wedding rings made sure all his sperm was ineffective. But curiosity drove him. "Would it be a problem if you conceived?"

Miri's eyes grew wide. After a long pause, she realized a truth. "No, my Lord. I find it is not. If you wanted me to have your child, I would." Anything, she caught herself thinking, to feel him thundering inside her again. Once with him would not be enough. Closing her eyes, she knew she was lost.

"Even if I could not acknowledge my paternity?" he countered. "You know, of course, Susan would never stand for it. And I have no idea what Charlotte Ann would do."

Pursing her lips, she nodded. "I am aware, my Lord, of what this does to you and to me. If my Mistress learned of this, it might even sunder your marriage to one and probably both sisters."

He was surprised that Miri didn't even mention herself. Susan often mentioned how much she depended on Miri. Royce privately agreed Susan would be devastated by what she would see as her servant's betrayal, and it was likely she would banish Miri from their lands forever.

Looking directly into his eyes, Miri felt completely bare, yet she felt the need to make him understand how she felt. "Please, my Lord. Please know that I would never test or betray you that way. And, except for this, I hope that you will never ask me to choose between you and your wife. You are my Duke, ruler of our people. I serve your House, my Lord, but I am Lady Susan's woman. To answer you, my Lord, yes, I still would bear your child. I have seen how you care for your people and for your wives. For that you have not only my loyalty but also my affection. As for what has happened, if you thought it too dangerous, I would understand if you chose to never be with me that way again." Taking a long breath, she looked into his eyes. "But my heart would despair."

Royce had not truly sought either of them out. He could have said no to Mayet. But then he would have been ignorant of the girl's past. And because of Mayet, there was now Miri, too. Odd how the women in his life seemed to come in pairs. Susan and Charlotte Ann. Miri and Mayet. Miri's frank admission startled him, but also shamed him. It was unfair to keep her in the dark about the chances of pregnancy.

"I do have protection. You won't get pregnant. Either of you."

She surprised him yet again by the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "Of course, my Lord."

"I've a few more questions of Mayet. But I've some tasks for you regarding her. You may undertake it yourself or assign others to complete it, but understand I want it done. I'm sure you are aware Mayet is still struggling to learn our language. She is also illiterate. Miri, I want you to survey all our household staff, and have them join Mayet if they need it, but I want everyone in this household to know how to read and write our language. If it means hiring a few extra to help cover the lost time as well as the teachers -- do it. Order whatever supplies you need, and if you need to hire others, make it happen. Come to me later with the costs. I will provide the funds from my personal account. I also want Mayet to learn our main laws. Come to think of it, have her instructed in the Tenth Year curriculum."

"My Lord?"

When a child reached the age of ten, they went to the church for classes. For three months, children learned religion, health, first aid, child care, preliminary survival skills, and a selection of several other subjects. For some, the lessons were so basic, it was an excuse to goof off while away from one's parents. A few even started looking at prospective future partners.

"It's a child's education, Miri, but in many ways, she missed that. See this?" Royce lifted the hem of Mayet's dress, baring her hip. Miri leaned over him to look. She saw the long lines of writing tattooed on Mayet.

The Caloreni girl didn't understand the words, but she was reassured by her lord's tone. So what if he showed her slave marks? It also showed that she was free.

Miri was puzzled. "What are those, my Lord?"

"Until last year, when she arrived at the capital, she was a slave. She's from Ameroë, a city in the Caloren States. From the age of five, her master used her as a prostitute."

Miri gasped.

Royce dropped the dress. "Mayet believes a woman's only purpose is to provide sex for men."

Mayet heard her name spoken. She was concerned about this woman's reaction. She seemed repulsed. Horrified even. Had she done something wrong? Now she wished she understood what they spoke of.

"Miri, I want you to make sure Mayet understands not just that she's free, but her rights, too. And she really wants to learn to read and write. They probably fed her nonsense about how literacy, too, was not for women or even worse tripe that they are incapable. Will you do that for me?"

Miri looked at the dark-skinned girl with new eyes. She had grown up knowing about the horrors of 2037, when slavers had come to their homeland, kidnapped hundreds of young people, and subjected them to slavery and rape. Too young herself to have experienced it, she knew that all three -- the Duke and his two wives -- had suffered cruelly at the hands of the slavers. The Duke and his sister managed to get a message to their people and the slavers soon died. Many of those who settled here in Ramez were survivors from that black summer. Miri had to steel her breathing, to focus on calm. By law, Mayet was obviously an adult now, even so young as she was. She forced herself to not imagine or dwell on the horror of Mayet's childhood. "Of course, my Lord. I will do as you ask."

Royce turned to Mayet, speaking to the Caloreni girl in her native Kemetic. "Miri has agreed to see that you are taught our language. She will also oversee your learning to read and write, and about our ways. I told her what you shared with me. Tell me, just how did you get your freedom?"

"My Lord, my previous master was a merchant. He brought me along to clean and to warm his bed while he was away from his wife. After some trading, he went to a gambling house. He became drunk and began to lose. He offered me as part of a bet, saying how I would be like a virgin as I hadn't even spilt my first menarche yet. The next thing I know, he was arrested. I was examined by priests, taken to a judge, and then given my freedom. I worked for a time at my people's temple in your big city, then I heard hard workers were wanted in this place. So I came here."

He shook his head, marveling. No bitterness, no guile, just an earnest desire to please. Curious about her age, he muttered the simple orison magic to reveal that to him. Eighteen. Barely. Poverty would be one excuse, but a limited diet, especially one that is shy on protein often delayed puberty for the young. In places where women were second- or even third-class citizens, if the children got meat at all, it went to the boys. By Ba'lorian church law, a girl could not become a woman until at least a year and no more than three years after her first menses. Mayet wasn't Ba'lorian, but someone on the King's Bench at the capital had used church law to declare her a child. And child slavery was forbidden throughout the entire nation. Mayet's owner must have been pissed not only to lose her but to have the fine the court had no doubt levied as well.

Now he had two women who wanted him for their lover. Things could get interesting, he thought.

Both watched him intently.

"Indeed, here you are," he said, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. Then he pulled Miri close and kissed her as well. "Here you both are."

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New Girl Ch. 02



Olivia's hands shook as she read the note, a look of stunned disbelief on her face. She had to hold on to the bar for fear of falling over. The note shook her to her core.

'Olivia, Tim agreed to leave with me. I am in the process of moving. Please come to my new address in two months time, at 7 p.m. 4744 Patrick Road. No point coming to this address until the two months has passed. I will only move to my new home in two months time. See you then!'

Olivia was in a rage. Should she call the police? But the note said Tim left voluntarily with Brian. And the police would laugh their asses off if she filed a missing person's report. 'Missing, young male in his twenties, last seen dressed as a French maid...' No, despite her desire to go to the cops, she would wait two months.....

4744 Patrick Road: Two months later, 7 P.M:

'Ring...ring...ring,,,,' The doorbell rang several times until a male voice barked out.

'Maid, can't you hear the damn doorbell? Honestly, you're a hopeless maid, Jess' Go and see who it is, at once!' Brian told his cute new maid, Jessica.

Jessica teetered over to the door, an expert in her five inch heels now. Olivia glanced at the maid, then asked to come in. 

'Is Brian here? He left me this address a few months ago.' Olivia asked the pretty maid.

'Brian? Oh, you mean Master! Sorry Miss, come on in! I will go get him!'

Olivia watched the stereotypical French maid mince over the hardwood floor as she went to fetch her master. The skinny bimbo was wearing a pink satin maid uniform, with white stockings and petticoats peeking out of the hem of her dress, which barely went half way down her long and lean legs. Her long blonde hair was done up in a tight bun, and a white maids's cap was perched on her blonde head.

A few moments later, the bimbo maid returned with a clack of heels on the floor. Pink heels, at least five inches! 'Miss...may I present Master...'

Olivia let loose with a string of profanities. Then she demanded that Brian tell her what the hell was going on?! Where was Tim? What was the meaning of that note?'

Brian let the frustrated woman vent herself, then calmly told her that Tim was right in front of her!

'You see Olivia, halloween night, Tim decided that he loved being a maid so much that he decided to come home with me, voluntarily. Over the last few months, Tim has suggested new ways to feminize himself into more of an idealized French maid. Tim begged me for breast implants first. Nice, aren't they? DD cup for real now! Then he begged to be put on hormones, the poor creature. Said he wanted a more feminine figure and complexion. I of course complied. Then he wanted full and pouty lips, so I agreed to her request for collagen injections. Pretty smile, eh? I hesitated when she asked to have her 'boys' removed, but she said her panties would fit better in the front, So I relented and granted her her request. Oh, her hair? Yes, it's all her own now! Dyed blonde and no more hair extentions!' So my dear Olivia, that night I detected an inherent femininity in Tim. That is why i asked him to come home with me. And the two months? I was waiting for my new home to be ready so Tim and I could have a proper house for the maid to look after!'

'You sick bastard!!!! What have you done with Tim? Surely this little bimbo maid is not Tim! You have GOT to be kidding! Now where is he????'

'Enough Olivia! I assure you that Tim is right in front of you, though 'Tim' isn't what he goes by now! It's Jessica, or Jess for short. Of course, it was Tiffany on that night, But when I first met him, he actually called himself Jess as a joke. So I figured that if he wanted to be Jess, why should I stand in his way? Right my pet? What is my dear maid's name?'

'Silly master! Why, you know my name is Jess!! Tee hee!'

Olivia couldn't believe that this gorgeous maid was her ex! Her jaw dropped.

Brian asked the maid to tell Olivia how she got to be here.

The maid turned and was excited to tell her story to Olivia.

'Gee Miss, all I remember is that I was a man and had never dressed as a woman until halloween a few months ago, when my ex girlfriend decided I should go as a French maid! But that night I fell in love with women's clothes, and with Master Brian! He was so kind to stay with me at the bar after whatever my girlfriend's name was, left me there! That was so rude of her! So I accepted Master Brian's offer to come home with him. The last few months I got the overwhelming urge to further feminize myself into a proper maid for him. He told you about my changes already. All you need to know is he didn't force me to do any of this to myself. It was strictly voluntary! I'm Jess now, and always will be. I feel so complete as a maid to my master. So fulfilled!'

'My god, what has he done to you Tim? I can't stand to see you like this!!' Olivia said.

'Tim, who's Tim? I'm Jess? And I don't believe we've met, miss?' Jess replied.

'My god, I can't take any more of this! You're a poof now! A man's maid? How sickening? I don't want to see you ever again Tim, or Jess, or whatever the hell your name is!! I'm out of here! Good riddance Tim! Enjoy being a maid the rest of your life!!' And with a slam of the door, Olivia was gone. For good.

'Strange woman! How very rude of her to say those things to you, Jess!' Her master patted her head.

'Master! What did she mean I used to be Tim? And she thought she knew me! I've never seen that woman before! Boo hoo!!'

'Oh don't cry dear! You'll ruin your makeup, Jess! Now go into the kitchen and make me some tea like a good maid! That a girl....'

*

As Jess made her master some green tea, master was busy on the phone.

'Hello Doctor James! Yes, it's Brian. Well, your hypnotism worked! I must say I am impressed. I mean, conditioning Tim to get implants and go on hormones was one thing, But you should of seen 'her' just now! She didn't even recognize her own ex girlfriend! Wonderful job, Doctor James! Well worth the 10 grand I paid you to hypnotize her over the last few months! Oh, I've got to go Doctor! Jess is coming back with my tea! Oh really? Do you think I should? Well, it has been two months! I am a bit horny. What's the trigger? Okay, call you later to tell you about it. Bye doctor!'

'Oh Jess, thanks for the tea. I must say that you have really worked out! I'm impressed! You're hired.... 'NEW GIRL'!!'

Jess smiled, licked her lips, then fell gingerly to her nyloned legs and reached for Master's zipper....



New Girl Ch. 02



I hope you enjoy the story. 

Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

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Selene gasped as they neared the stairway. It seemed to stretch before her like the gaping maw of a nightmare. She couldn't believe they'd cuffed her hands behind her back and put a slave collar around her neck with a dangling chain.

"We don't want you tripping on the way down," Maric said. He swung the girl over his shoulder so that Selene's head dangled near Maric's butt. His one hand cupped her ass cheek as he descended into the basement with Nikki at their heels. 

"Ohhh, we're going to have so much fun with you down here," Nikki promised. 

What had she gotten herself into? Selene had trusted Maric. They'd worked together before. Yet she'd said the safe word after the amazing sex had turned a little weird...and now they hadn't listened! Selene felt her heart pounding as the stairway ended abruptly at a cement floor and cinderblock walls. Maric switched on the harsh lighting and walked into a wide, spacious room. 

Maric set the naked girl down on her feet and put his hand on her neck, waiting to give Selene a chance to survey the room. There was a large, comfy-looking bed near the far wall. Beside it there was a platform with a saddle-shaped sybian, its ribbed pink rod jutting from the base like a monster's cock. It was the ultimate fuck-machine, and just looking at it made Selene feel a little faint. Her insides thrummed with a need that screamed 'I want that thing fucking me!' and she licked her lips. 

"You like my toy, slave?" Nikki traipsed by Maric and Selene, skipping around the sybian as she lovingly stroked the artificial cock. "Would you like this inside your pussy, slave? Drilling your tight, WET cunt until you come again and again?" The big-breasted dominatrix walked up to Selene, cupping her chin. "Answer me, bitch."

Selene stared at the sybian. "Y-yes Mistress. This slave would like that very much."

Nikki's hand stayed to Selene's sex, cupping her pubic mound as she kissed the side of Selene's face. "Mmm...is that so? But I thought you said the safe word? Poor, scared little slut didn't think she could handle my dungeon of pleasure. Are you sure you don't want to back out now? I'll let you, if you wish." The question lingered for a quiet moment. Selene licked her lips and felt her pussy muscles clench at the thought of that sybian so deep inside her. 

"No, Mistress. I...I changed my mind. I want to continue."

Nikki's hand gently stroked Selene's clitoris as she whispered huskily in the girl's ear. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear." Nikki sauntered over to the bed, kneeling over the foot of it and presenting her shapely ass and pouting pink cunt lips. "But first you have to EARN a ride on the sybian, slave. Come here and lick out your Mistress's pussy."

Maric dragged Selene forward, thrusting her face into Nikki's swollen sex lips with a hand on the back of her head. "MMMppph!" Selene groaned as her tongue slipped between Nikki's velvety folds, sliding along her wet channel and tasting the remnants of Maric's seed. She continued to lick, suck, and tongue the older girl's moistening slit as Nikki stuck her ass up high in the air to give her easy access.

"OOohhh, yeah baby. You're such a good little fuck-toy, licking out your Mistress's cunt," Nikki purred. 

Selene gasped as she felt Maric's cock slowly nudge inside her damp heat from behind. Her body felt on fire as Maric began thrusting in and out, groaning with satisfaction each time he saw his cock vanish between the seal of her cunt lips. Selene kept feasting on Nikki's pussy, moaning into the woman's snatch the faster Maric stuffed her with his shaft. 

"Aahhhh...I can't get enough of this sweet pussy, Nikki. She makes me hard again. Fuck!" Maric growled, his hips flying forward as his shaft buried to the hilt inside Selene's wetness. Selene's low grunts were timed perfectly to Maric's pulverizing fucks, and now Maric reached underneath, cupping Selene's supple breasts for leverage as he slammed into her sex harder and faster, his testicles slapping against her thighs with each violent penetration. The loud smacking sound of two bodies joining filled the room, an echo of sexual depravity mingled with the sounds of Selene's desperate slurping. 

"Ooohhh. Keep that tongue in my pussy, slave. I'm going to CUM in that worthless mouth of yours. Aaahh!" Nikki cooed, shoving her crotch backward against Selene's tongue. Selene could smell her Mistress' arousal, the most pungent scent ever. She could taste her Mistress's sweet-scented juices on her tongue, flowing down her chin already. The squelchy-wet sounds as she slurped at her Mistress's sex was an overpowering turn-on, and soon her own pussy was greasing Maric's shaft with its own flavor of cunt cream. 

"Mmmm. The bitch is creaming up with my shaft sliding in deep," Maric groaned. He pinched Selene's nipples hard and gushed deep in her slit, pushing his cock desperately toward her cervix as the spewing load of cum emptied completely in her young pussy. Selene moaned at the same time as Nikki's juices spurted into her mouth, coating her entire throat with its sweetness. 

Selene lapped greedily at her Mistress's pussy until Nikki moved away and turned around to look at Selene's face glistening with her juices, so much cunt cream dripping down her chin. 

"Now get your tongue in my ass, slave. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh god. Mistress, please not that," Selene moaned, still feeling Maric's semi-hard cock spurting its last vestiges of jism. 

"You heard me, bitch!" Nikki presented her anus to Selene's face, and the petite brunette reluctantly dived in. She tongued the rim of Nikki's hole before darting inside, flicking her tongue inside the girl's anus with fervent obedience. Nikki's anus smelled of a recent shower and jasmine soap, not nearly as awful as Selene had feared. She continued to lick and stab her tongue inside Nikki's star-shaped hole, stimulating the older girl as she moaned with delight. 

"Aaahhh. You were born to lick ass, little cunt. Keep that up and you'll get to ride the sybian." 

Meanwhile Maric had pulled out his wilting cock, watching his load of cum drip from the gorgeous brunette's swollen pussy. He thrust two fingers into her well-lubricated sex, pumping them inside the girl with a furious rhythm. 

"Her pussy's a ruined mess," Maric said. 

"Ooohh. Well done, my love," Nikki said. "But this is only the beginning. We'll get this cute bitch impaled on my sybian."

Maric stabbed his fingers into Selene's cunt with one hand while his other hand caressed her joy button, rubbing it with tantalizing strokes as he watched Selene's sex juice up under his attentions. The slender brunette was crooning loudly with her face thrust between Nikki's ass cheeks. Her tongue was apparently working its furious magic, because Nikki's groans were nearly as strident as Selene's lust-filled moans. 

"She's almost there. Come for me, you little cunt. Come for your Master," Maric growled. He stabbed his fingers in deep, scraping them along the insides of her sensitive, wet slit. Selene squealed as the orgasm ripped through her, her juices spurting onto Maric's hand as her cunt clenched greedily around his fingers. 

"Yes, little cunt. Now that's what I like to see," Maric murmured. Shortly afterward Nikki finally pushed Selene's face away from her ass, sighing with satisfaction. 

"That's enough, bitch. Now you get your reward." Nikki moved away and tugged on Selene's chain, forcing the slave to follow her quickly over to the sybian. The tall shaft was at least three to four inches around, and it stuck up from its base like an obscene spear, the bulbous head molded perfectly to imitate a man's penis. The big-breasted dominatrix quickly smothered it with her mouth, coating the tip with her saliva. 

"There, bitch. It's ready for you to ride." 

"Mistress...oh please, slowly," Selene begged as Nikki made her straddle the sybian's huge shaft. At the last moment though, Nikki thrust down brutally on the girl's hips, forcing her to impale her snatch in one swift plunge. Selene squealed as she felt the tip of the shaft thrust up into her cervix, a feeling of fullness unlike anything she'd ever known. She bit her lip and groaned, her forehead slick with sweat as her nipples hardened like thumb tacks with her arousal, her pussy clenching naturally to hug every inch of the artificial cock. 

"Uuuhh..." Selene groaned, at a loss for words. Maric tied rope around her legs to ensure that she would remain impaled.

"Do you feel it stuffing your young pussy FULL, bitch? Hmm?" Nikki smacked the side of Selene's face hard enough to startle her without causing any real harm. 

"Aaah!! UHh! Yes Mistress. Please, be gentle with me," Selene moaned. Ignoring her plea, Nikki leaned over and affixed a nipple clamp to each of Selene's breasts, smacking her breasts lightly to wrest a plaintive groan from the beautiful girl's throat. 

"Ooh please! That hurts." 

"Shut up, stupid cunt. You'll get pleasure soon enough." Nikki switched on the sybian, and the rod came to life inside of her, pumping like the merciless phallus of a sex god. Now Nikki tied a strap around Selene's waist which also attached a clip to the girl's clitoris. The clip rubbed up against her sensitive nerve bundle, using the constant motion of the sybian's cock to achieve the perfect friction. 

Soon Selene's moans and coos filled the basement, her body trembling on the enormous cock drilling her tight, wet pussy. She felt herself building to orgasm, a wave she was destined to crest and ride in no time. 'Oh god,' she thought, biting her lip hard as she felt the exquisite pain in her nipples obliterated by the much greater pleasure of the sybian pumping so relentlessly between her thighs. 

"Mistress, oh please...oh god!"

Maric clucked with disapproval. "The bitch is already on the verge of coming. I think she should have to wait, don't you?" 

Nikki nodded. Yet even as she agreed with her boyfriend, Selene's body was already betraying her. The slender brunette's breasts shook as she convulsed on the sybian, her cunt clenching and un-clenching, pungent juices streaming down the length of the whirring shaft. 

"OOOOhhhh! Mmm. I'm so sorry, Mistress. I did not mean to come without permission," Selene sighed. 

Nikki and Maric exchanged a naughty look. "You came without permission nonetheless, you worthless SLUT," Nikki said. "And your punishment will be to ride that sybian all night long while it drills your helpless sex and makes you come over and over again until you'll beg for even the slightest relief for your oversensitive clit and cunt." 

Nikki turned toward the bed. "Shall we take a nap together, lover? I think we could use some rest. Perhaps by the time we wake, our slave girl will have learned her lesson."

"Noo! Uuuuhhh!" Selene huffed, her body slickening with sweat as the sybian's shaft whirred deeply between her pussy lips, creating fiery sensations all through her core...sensations which threatened to overstimulate her to a second orgasm within minutes if not seconds. "Please, don't just leave me on this thing," Selene wailed. 

But Nikki took her boyfriend by the hand, and they climbed into bed, sweeping the covers over themselves. Maric wrapped his body around Nikki's, his one hand cupping one of her breasts as they spooned tenderly, like a loving couple. They ignored Selene even as the slender girl's moans sailed higher, indicating another imminent climax. They continued to ignore Selene as she cried out again, her pussy spurting another orgasm on the sybian as she trembled and convulsed deliriously on the pumping shaft. 

"OHHH fuck. It's so deep in my pussy. Mistress! Master! OOohh! I've had enough. Please! Take me off of this. Ooohhhh!!" Selene begged. 

Nikki swiveled around, facing her boyfriend as they lay in bed together. She looked into his deep brown eyes and he looked into hers just as intently. 

"What do you think? How do you think my idea turned out, bringing a submissive into our relationship?" Maric said with a smirk. 

"I must admit, this turned out better than I'd hoped." Nikki traced a finger down Maric's muscular chest. "This is such a turn-on, having a submissive slut to play with, and I actually find that dominating HER diminishes my need to dominate YOU."

Maric's eyebrows went up. They continued to ignore Selene's pleas in the background. "Oh really? That's welcome news." Maric looked down, seeing his penis twitch back to life by some small miracle. "I think my friend down there likes that idea. Would you mind if I dominated YOU for once?"

Nikki looked down at her boyfriend's lengthening cock. She took a hand and began stroking it, admiring the veins along its girth. "Oh, I think I could allow it. In fact, right now I want to lay down as you fuck my brains out, lover. Come on, I have an idea." So saying, the big-breasted Asian girl stepped out of the bed and splayed out on her back right at the foot of the sybian. 

She opened her thighs wide, her pouting pink cunt lips begging for a cock to be shoved roughly between them. "I need your cock Maric. Claim this pussy and make me yours," she said huskily.

Maric knelt between her legs, lining up his reinvigorated cock right between her legs. He groaned with anticipation as his bulbous cock-head nudged between her petal-like labia. Thrusting forward with a deep sigh he filled her, then started a rhythm, fucking her with long, deeply penetrating strokes. 

Selene helplessly watched the couple fuck like rabbits as she rode the sybian, her pussy gushing for the third time on the cruelly relentless shaft. Her body was so sensitive now, her pussy throbbing, that it was enough to make her go mad. "Oh please! Please turn it off! My pussy is so sore!" she begged, her slender body trembling as it received the most thorough fucking of her young life. Selene watched as Maric plunged into Nikki's heat, grunting with every thrust as the two lovers kissed and pretended she didn't exist. 

"Noo! Please!" The naked slave girl's hands clenched behind her back as the fourth climax tore through her overstimulated cunt, spewing more of her glistening juices down the shaft. Fifteen minutes later she passed out, her body sagging forward as the sybian continued to drill her young snatch like a cruel, sex-crazed machine with a mind of its own. 

Maric thrust his cock with full force into Nikki's wet and welcoming snatch.

"Yes, baby. Give me every inch of that fucking cock."

"Shut up and kiss me," he growled, smothering her lips with his, their tongues battling as he rubbed deeply inside her. The two were only dimly aware of Selene's nakedness still impaled by the whirring sybian's artificial cock.

As Maric slid into his girlfriend's dripping heat he groaned loudly, barely staving off his orgasm. His arms encircled her, holding her tight as their sweaty bodies joined as one again and again. Maric couldn't believe how badly he needed to come. His whole body vibrated with mindless, desperate need. The need to fuck, to procreate, to empty every last drop of cum in this woman he loved. 

"Yes...oh yes. Fuck me, lover. Put that cock so deep in my tight, wet pussy. Feel me clench your cock, Maric. I love you," she cooed. Nikki shuddered as she felt his cock straining inside her soft sheath, thrashing as her sex released a flood of juices to claim Maric's cock fully in her scent. "Aaaaahhhhhh... Ohhh god!" She moaned, biting Maric's shoulder as the climax continued to roll through, one wave after the next. 

"Ahhh... fuck!" Maric sighed, feeling Nikki squeeze his shaft with exquisite pressure as he thrust inside her with one more violent lunge, trembling and shouting as his cock erupted. 

"I love you, Nikki. Ahhhhh. Fuck." Nikki's hands reached down, clenching his butt cheeks hard as she felt him empty his scalding seed deep into her womb. 

"Oooohhhh," she groaned. "Yes. Give it all to me, lover. Every fucking drop."

The two lay there together, Maric draped across the alluring Asian girl like an oversized masculine blanket. Heat radiated off of him, adding to their sweat-slick bodies. He enjoyed the feeling of Nikki's heart beating beneath his chest, and his hands gently caressed some of the sweat-slick and disheveled hair back from her fierce yet gorgeous face.

"That was amazing, baby." He gave her a tender kiss as she moaned and felt his cock slip free of her silken channel. 

"Mmmm. I didn't want it to end," she pouted. The two stared into each other's eyes, sudden understanding mirrored perfectly between them.

"You may have been right," Nikki said slowly, as if each word was a jewel pried from an enclosed fist. "This idea wasn't as crazy as it sounded, adding a submissive into the mix," Nikki whispered. "Bringing Selene into this...god, it made me realize how much fun we used to have. And it's made me realize that you act so much more free and confident with a submissive around. I can see that you're truly being yourself, not changing who you are for me. I'm glad I'm seeing the real you, Maric. It is so fucking hot, and it's the only version of you that I'm willing to give my love to from now on."

Maric's face broke into the most relieved grin. "You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that." Then, his tone lightening, he said, "Does this mean that I get to be on top more often?" 

Nikki bit her lip, feeling his hot cum drip from her swollen pussy lips down to the crack of her ass. Damn...she was going to need a thorough shower after this.

"If you behave...yes. I'll lie back and let you fuck the daylights out of me, but with one condition."

"Oh?" Maric's eyes sparked with added heat.

"I want to keep her." Nikki motioned toward Selene, her slender body still impaled as the squelchy wet sounds of the pumping sybian penis still thrust loudly between her soft folds. 

"That is more than fine by me. In fact, we should probably stop neglecting our slave girl." With difficulty Maric stood up and stretched, then helped Nikki up. Together the couple approached Selene, who was just coming to after passing out earlier. Her eyes snapped open, pleading.

"Ooohhh. My cunt's so sore and sensitive, it's RAW...Ahhh. Please have mercy on this slave, Master...Mistress. Oh god, I'll do anything. Just get me off this thing." 

Maric leaned forward, taking off the nipple clamps, and Selene gasped at the sensation of blood rushing to her tender peaks. "Poor slave, look at these abused tits." Maric dove down, sucking on one of the girl's nipples even as Nikki laved, licked, and suckled firmly on the other breast.

"Please, oh god. No!" Selene writhed as another orgasm tore through her overstimulated young cunt. She moaned plaintively as Maric drew back, the taste of her skin and sweat still fresh on his palate. He exchanged a look with Nikki, who was now cupping the girl's supple cones and squeezing them like doughy stress balls. 

"Should we be merciful, Nikki?"

"Mmmm. I suppose. Let's have her join us in bed, but I'm not done with this cute cunt...not quite."

Together they undid the ropes tying Selene's legs. Then they turned off the sybian machine and lifted Selene by her arm pits. The girl could barely walk, so they draped her arms over their shoulders and half carried her to the bed. Plopping the gorgeous slave girl onto her back, they slid onto the mattress on either side of her. Nikki cupped Selene's face, giving her a sweet kiss even as Maric caressed Selene's back.

"Ooohhh god. You sadistic bitch. I ache all over," Selene groaned between kisses. Nikki stiffened at first, ready to take offense after what Selene had just called her, but she soon relaxed when she realized that Selene was kissing her back, and doing so quite fervently.




New Girl Ch. 02



Selene's hand strayed to the dripping mess of Nikki's cum-soaked cunt, stroking her lips and clit. "Mmm. You may be a sadistic bitch, but this is so hot," Selene murmured. "I love being dominated by both of you."

Maric's ears perked up at Selene's unexpected confession. He laid a soft trail of kisses down the back of her neck, fondling her ass. "That's good to hear, slave, because we have one more surprise for you." 

Selene's blood thundered with excitement fueled by that perfect dose of fear. "What surprise?"

Nikki swatted Selene's hand away from her crotch. "You don't get the privilege of fondling your Mistress' cunt. Not yet. Face the headboard and put that sexy ass up high in the air for us." Selene did as she was told, her skin prickling as she heard Nikki murmur something to Maric. A few moments later Selene felt something cold as an oily liquid flowed into her anus. Two of Maric's fingers probed her tightest opening as she clenched up and moaned.

"Wait, stop! Oh god! Master, what are you doing?" 

"Would you prefer that he fuck your pussy again, sweetie?" Nikki said as she viciously plunged two fingers into Selene's sore sex. Selene moaned as her raw-rubbed cunt protested against every inch of friction. The slender girl whimpered and shook her head, her body tightening around both sets of fingers in her pussy and ass.

"Okay, okay. Fuck me in my ass. Just let my pussy rest. Please." Ironically enough, Selene relaxed as Nikki withdrew her fingers from the girl's snatch and let Maric take over. The muscular boyfriend rubbed the oils around gently until the girl's anal opening was well lubricated. Then he positioned his cock, which was also glistening with the same lavender-scented oil, and began nudging it inexorably forward, inch by inch.

"Uuuughh. No, please. Oh god, your cock's tearing me apart," Selene squealed.

Nikki grasped Selene's breasts, squeezing her nipples roughly. "Shut up, bitch. Relax your muscles if you want to make it easier on yourself. Maric doesn't want to hurt you." Nikki turned to her boyfriend. "Go ahead, lover. Give it to this bitch right in her tight ass. I want to see the look on her face as you tear out her guts." The savage dominatrix gave Selene a sloppy kiss, stifling the girl's moan as Maric thrust the first three or four inches into Selene's star-shaped hole.

The girl kept squirming and moaning until all of Maric's cock was compressed between her sexy butt cheeks. He started a rhythm, plunging into her unbearably tight opening, grunting and enjoying himself. Selene's mouth hung open as her eyes glossed over. She was trying to blot out the discomfort. 

"Ooohhh. Uuugghh..." was all the lithesome young slave could say at first, but Nikki noticed that her nipples were hard and she risked reaching underneath to ever so gently finger Selene's pussy. Her feather-light touches soon distracted the slave from the unbearably full sensations in her ass, her groans succumbing to more pleasant coos.

"Do you like that slave? How does it feel, having a cock embedded deep in that fine ass while I caress your poor little cunt?" Nikki growled. She stared at Selene's tormented face, the delicate nose and mouth looking so beautiful when matched with those wide-open eyes. The disbelief in Selene's expression was such a pleasure for Nikki to watch. Then the strong-willed Asian girl looked back and saw her boyfriend's cock pumping in and out of Selene's puckered opening.

"It feels..." Selene groaned as Nikki pinched her nipples again, annoyed with the slave's slow response. "It feels...amazing. Ohhh. Thank you, Mistress. Keep fingering my pussy while he fucks my ass so hard," she sighed.

"Hard? You haven't seen hard yet, bitch," Maric growled. He began thrusting into her mercilessly, his testicles smacking against her smooth butt cheeks in a steady rhythm as his hands held her by the waist and forced her ass back to meet his punishing fucks. "Ahhhh, that's it. Clench those muscles on my cock, you little slut. Tell me how much you love having your ass reamed."

Selene was panting now, the combined efforts of Nikki's cunt-fondling fingers and Maric's cock awakening a new level of sensation in her loins. "Uuugghh. Oooohh! Master, please fuck me harder!" she squealed, her body writhing in his grasp as Nikki looked on.

"That's it, lover. Give this girl the ass-fuck of a lifetime." Nikki leaned into Selene, kissing the side of her face as her fingers continued to playfully tease the girl's dripping cunt lips. Selene moaned, a pathetic whimper that soon rose from one octave to the next. 

"May I come, Mistress?" Selene panted, begging as her nipples stood out erect on her aching breasts. Nikki caressed those nipples fondly and looked into the slave girl's desperate eyes. 

"You may. NOW, bitch. Now or never." Nikki watched with satisfaction as rapture overwhelmed the traces of agony on Selene's face. Nikki felt the girl's snatch twitch and spurt its cream, the sticky juices coating her fingers completely before she drew her hand away. Selene was still twitching and moaning in the throes of her release when Maric groans overshadowed it.

"Ahhh. Get ready, cunt. I'll leave a load of cum deep in your bowels." He groaned more loudly this time, his eyes rolling up as his face went rigid, his testicles stiffening as their seed pumped through his cock to spew and deflower the slender slave girl's tightest hole. Selene cried out as she felt his cum shoot toward her guts, his heat shocking her in a place she'd never been taken before.

"Yes. Oh fuck. So much cum in my ass," she wailed, sagging face down on the bed as Maric continued to pump his last, heroic load of viscous cream, feeling overspent and exhausted by the time he was finished. His form lay sprawled on top of her, their bodies breathing raggedly in tandem. 

Selene's disoriented face looked as if she'd died of woken up in another world. With a sigh the lithesome submissive licked her lips and groaned. "I've never been fucked in the ass before...uhhh. Maric, you're as sadistic as your girlfriend."

As Maric withdrew, his now totally flaccid cock was definitely spent and needed to recuperate. He pointed at Selene's gaping anus and looked at Nikki. 

"What are you waiting for, bitch? Lick out your fellow slave's ass. Clean out all that jism." Nikki gasped. She couldn't believe that Maric would dare call her a bitch and go all dominant on her. Normally she would have hated that...but somehow, as she stared at the cum leaking from Selene's wrinkled hole, she felt a surge of arousal. Being dominated could be just as pleasurable as being the one calling the shots, and her instinct screamed with lust, telling her to obey and play by someone else's rules for a change. Truth be told, it felt liberating to let everything go and just follow her budding submissive instinct.

Nikki burrowed her tongue in Selene's ass, slurping loudly as she lapped up her boyfriend's seed. There was an oddly flavorful mixture on her tongue, the combination of the oil's taste and Maric's jism making for an interesting cocktail. When at last she'd swallowed up every drop and thoroughly cleansed Selene's anus, the Asian beauty sat back on her haunches and licked her lips.

"Did I do well, Master?" 

Maric gripped Nikki by the neck and crushed her mouth with his furious kiss, his tongue sliding in deeply to explore her and taste her as if it were the very first time. "Mmmmm. You did more than well, my love. You were incredible."

The two lay down then on either side of Selene, snuggling up against her as she moaned and let them rain kisses and caresses on her exhausted body. Selene felt Nikki's hands knead her shoulders even as Maric laid loving kisses in her hair.

"Mmmm. My beautiful, sexy slave girl. You were amazing tonight," Maric murmured. 

Selene closed her eyes, breathing in Maric's masculine scent. She also smelled Nikki's more feminine perfume, which turned her on just as much. Selene took stock of her aching, battered, and sexually sated body. She melted into the arms of her Master and his Mistress. "Ooohhh please, may we rest?" Selene dared to ask. "You two are going to fuck me to death at this rate."

Maric and Nikki exchanged a knowing, playful look. "For now, sweet girl. For now." Selene let her eyes close as Maric draped an arm over her nakedness. Nikki slid her hand over Selene's side, closed her eyes, and joined her in what should have been the calm of sleep. 

Their dreams were anything but calm, however, filled with erotic images. Selene moaned in her sleep. In her dream she straddled Maric's lap and sank her dripping cunt onto his rigid shaft, grinding on him like a sexed-up goddess as Mistress Nikki lashed her cruel whip against Selene's bouncing buttocks again and again until Selene's moans filled the dungeon of the dream world, begging for mercy that never came...

********

The next morning Nikki woke, slanting sunlight rudely poking her in the eye. She blinked a few times before the world came into focus. Somehow in the night everyone had shifted. Maric had cocooned Nikki in his arms, making her feel warm and loved. Selene lay in front of Nikki, her naked body never looking more flawless, her face serene. Nikki looked at the caked stickiness of cum along Selene's pussy and thighs. Shower and sustenance were definitely the top two orders of business today.

Quietly Nikki slipped from the bed and tiptoed upstairs to make breakfast for everyone. She had quickly finished cooking up the eggs and toast. She was just getting the batter for pancakes poured into the skillet when she heard the door to the basement open and shut, then two sets of feet padding into the kitchen. 

"Hey." Maric and Selene walked in. Selene took a stool near the kitchen island and Maric sat beside her. 

"So. How did everyone sleep last night?" Nikki decided to play it safe and make small-talk as she got the pancakes underway.

"Look guys...the sex was amazing. It was out of this world, I'll totally admit it." Selene paused, and there was a major 'but' about to hit like a city-destroying asteroid. Nikki and Maric both tensed. 

"But?" Maric asked, stepping away from his stool as he gently rubbed Selene's shoulders. 

"I don't know if I can do this."

"What do you mean?" Nikki went very still. 

"You guys clearly have a close relationship. I don't want to interfere with that on the one hand..."

"You're aren't," Nikki insisted.

"But I don't want to be on the other end of the spectrum either," Selene said.

"What do you mean?" Maric's hands moved lower, rubbing the girl's back in deep, mind-calming circles. 

"I don't want to be the fuck-toy you guys play with. I mean, I DO, when we're in the fantasy, when we're having sex...but that's not the world I want to live in every second I'm with you two. I want something substantial and real outside of the fantasy realm. This has to be more than just a 'fuck and humiliate the submissive' fest." Selene sighed, feeling Maric's hands freeze at her last words. "There, I said it."

Nikki shook her head and chuckled. "I couldn't have said it better myself actually." She flipped a pancake onto a fresh plate and handed it to Selene. "Now listen up, girl. You are part of the 'pack' now, understood? We are not going to let you be a hook-up girl. Not a chance." Nikki pulled Selene off her stool and placed her hands on her shoulders, giving her a look that contained equal parts compassion and no-nonsense pragmatism.

"Last night was...well, let's be honest, hot, totally forbidden dominant-submissive sex, intense and downright savage at times. But that's not the world we can live in day in and day out, and we know that. The fantasies, the forbidden dominance-submissive roles, those support who we are in real life. It doesn't replace it." Nikki caressed Selene's face. "Now, the plan for today originally involved me and you shopping through at least half of the day, if not more. And by the way, YOU get to pick where we go and I get to pay." 

She smiled when Selene gaped at her. "After that, Selene, you tell Maric and I what you want to do next. We can spend the day downtown, go to a museum, go to your favorite restaurant. And once again, guess who's paying?" Nikki smiled when Selene finally surrendered with a grin. "You and I may not be girlfriends yet, sweetie...but believe me, we can make up for lost time. So, what's it going to be? Shall we give this three-way relationship a chance?"

Selene licked her lips, glancing at Maric, then Nikki. "Depends. Are you ALWAYS going to bribe me with free clothes and food? Because I could get used to that." 

Nikki and Maric both glared at her. Nikki smirked and shared a glance of hidden meaning with her boyfriend. "Maric, I think this slut may need to get fucked hard and receive extra punishments tonight, at the rate she's going..." Nikki's hand cupped the girl's sex as she stifled a moan.

Maric winked and placed a kiss on the top of Selene's head as he walked by. "Oh, I'm all for that..."

So began an unlikely relationship, two girls, one guy, where a strange kind of harmony led to a lasting bond.

**********

THE END



New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 1



New Girl II - Part I
A Tale from Skyra

by T. J. Skywind

Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor
Date: early March 2048

The weather outside was still full of winter, biting and cold from winds off the eastern ocean. Inside the duke's manor, the rooms were warm and cheery. People were still feeling good about their recent victory against the Yrnifr frost giants. The giants had first laid siege to Little Pine Hill, an independent town three days hard ride to the northwest of Ramez, and then detached a smaller force in an attempt to attack Ramez itself. Warned of the impending danger, their duke, with the aid of his father, Prince Caernach, gathered a party of mighty warriors from across Tildor and a dozen Silver Knights from the Elven Free States. They met the score of giants and their ice dragon at Tolkan Falls and wiped out them out, and then proceeded on to Little Pine Hill, relieved the siege and destroyed the remaining enemy forces. 

Word was beginning to spread that the people of Atansha were tough as nails.

Adding to the overall exuberant mood, at the end of February, Duchess Susan and her sister, Charlotte Ann, the Lord Marshal of Atansha, both publicly announced they were pregnant. With that revelation, it seemed that many other women in the household and even in the town of Ramez itself latched onto the idea of children and set about getting themselves in a family way. Men were in demand. Many in the manor and in the town walked around in a jauntier, more satisfied manner. 

Royce Moramorian was the Duke of Atansha. At one hundred eighty-eight centimeters, the duke was taller than many men, and at an even hundred kilos, he was even slightly wider of shoulder than his father, the ruler of Tildor. The duke was nearly always clean-shaven, with short, dark brown hair, a strong chin and intelligent, dark brown eyes. Although nearly thirty, he looked barely twenty, a gift from his mother. Most would call the him handsome. He disliked fancy attire, and sometimes his First Wife Susan had to argue with him about wearing something other than simple workman's attire. Most of the time, he wore plain leather calf-length boots, canvas-style trousers of brown or blue, and some plain shirt, with a serviceable knife and wallet on his belt. While he could easily be taken for a common laborer, the enchanted long sword he wore, the surety of his movements and his aura of command set him apart.

Cold though it was, Royce believed that everything was going well. No, he amended his thought, everything was going really well. Susan was elated about being pregnant, and even Charlotte Ann was getting over her fears about being a good mother. The evening before, he and his two wives had enjoyed a full dinner in the main hall and the music from a visiting troubadour. Later, they had retired to a hot bath and slow love-making. First was Charlotte Ann, where he spent a long time slowly grinding her in the hot-tub. Then they retired to their bed and he spent nearly an hour paying attention to Susan, making her mad with desire, until she pleaded with him to take her hard and rough. Afterward, there was the comfort of their warm bodies beside him as they fell asleep. Royce would have enjoyed making love to them again this morning, but all three had separate tasks to attend to: Susan to the church, Charlotte Ann to the army, and he to balancing the demands of the duchy. Still, some lingering kisses and caresses had made for a pleasant wake-up and the hint of something more later. It was nearly seven bells and the three of them were almost ready to go have breakfast downstairs. 

Slipping on his second boot, Royce found himself humming one of the tunes he'd heard the night before. 

"I want to go visit our parents," Susan suddenly said, breaking his reverie. She was at her dresser in their shared bedroom, applying some eye liner and lip rouge.

Royce glanced up, catching her look in the mirror. Her hazel eyes were determined. He took a long breath. "I thought you had preparations at the temple to attend to this morning, in preparation of the Spring Equinox."

"They can manage without me." She used her finger to blend the liner into her eyelid.

Susan was tall and curvy. When she stood up, the top of her head came to his nose, and her long, straight blonde hair fell in a thick braid all the way to her hips. 

Seated on her stool, she leaned toward the mirror on her cosmetic stand, dabbing a bit more lip rouge. She was dressed in floor length robes, cinched to her narrow waist by a wide belt, the horizontal pastel rainbow bands marking her as a priestess of the Lawgiver. Because of her wisdom and knowledge of canon law, Royce had quickly come to depend on Susan's assessments and advice.

He tapped his boot into place, and quickly did the lacing. It had been several weeks since their last visit to the capital city on the other side of Tildor. Royce mulled over her words. There was nothing in his schedule he couldn't bump to tomorrow. "Sure. When do you want to go?"

"Actually, I was thinking that later on this morning would be good, my love," she responded, putting away her cosmetics into their drawers. "If you wouldn't mind."

He shrugged. "Not at all."

Then Royce caught sight of his second wife, Charlotte Ann, across the large bedroom, standing by the tall bay windows. A full head-span shorter than her younger sister, she was leaner of build and all muscle. Her curly, dark brown, shoulder length hair was tied back, and she was dressed warmly in her uniform, her several throwing knives already in place under her marshal's tabard. As she buckled on her long sword, she scowled. Though hair and eye color differed, the sisters bore a strong facial resemblance to each other. Personalities were another matter. Where Susan could remain calm even in the tensest situations, Charlotte Ann had difficulty hiding irritation or anger.

"Charlotte Ann is coming, too." Susan stood up, casually re-seating the hair clip over her ear, attempting to ensare all the lose strands. Then she turned around and smiled.

Royce blinked. Two things struck him from her statement.

Charlotte Ann loved her mother, Gale, but since becoming Lord Marshal of Atansha, their father, Dobson Starshine, had quietly expressed his displeasure about her position, a fact that Charlotte Ann had hidden from her father for more than a year. 

In Royce's opinion, his wife excelled at her job. She was highly skilled in both tactics and strategy. She definitely knew their lands better than he did, a critical skill in a military leader. She also knew her command, learning their names and their skills with ease. As much as he feared for her safety, Charlotte Ann was Royce's first pick as someone he'd trust to fight beside him. Dobson Starshine served as Lord Marshal for his father, the Prince. Charlotte Ann had worshiped her father, finding in the warrior's path both a means to honor her father and to express her own talents. Royce believed that his wife had actually surpassed Dobson's military abilities in the field. Dobson Starshine, however, was more concerned about rank. His daughter was first and foremost the duke's wife -- duchess and co-wife to her sister. Duchess outranked Lord Marshal. During the winter campaign, Royce had stepped into the matter, trying to be discreet while easing his Second Wife's distress. It hadn't gone well.

The second thing that occurred to Royce was that this was to be a longer visit, not just a day or two. As high priestess, Susan had considerable priestly magic at her command, and could even raise the dead. Charlotte Ann's absence from the duchy would definitely be felt. While he did not doubt the loyalty of his army, he was quite aware that his troops were devoted to their Lord Marshal.

With both of them gone from Atansha, Royce would himself have to stay behind, to rule and to protect their people. This also meant that Susan had decided that he wasn't going to be with them. No discussion. She had just decided. 

That stung. 

Standing, Royce took his long sword from its hook by his dresser, buckling it on. Keeping his voice neutral, he asked, "How long do you plan to be gone?"

"A month."

"A month! A full thirty days?" Now he understood Charlotte Ann's rancor. At Royce's request, she now added duchess to signed her orders. However, what both he and Charlotte Ann suspected was this would not be enough to placate her father. Dobson Starshine would only be happy if she stayed at home and had babies. His father had many good qualities, but he had some pretty backward ideas on how to treat women. 

Royce kept his face calm, but inwardly he met Susan's announcement with heat. Almost as painful as the idea of them both being gone for so long was knowing that Charlotte Ann would no doubt have to endure her father's criticisms. With anyone else, Charlotte Ann would attack any threat like the warrior she was. With her father, however, Royce was concerned she would do as she had in the past – endure his words in silence and take them to heart, to the detriment of her self worth. Susan, as much as she loved her sister, had a blind eye to their father's faults.

Susan put her shawl around her shoulders. The main hall was still fairly cool in the morning. 

"We've been here a long time, Royce, nearly two years. All of our earlier visits to our family have been short -- a day or two here and there. We want to really take some time and visit. There are baby clothes and blankets to make. And I also want to spend time at the main temple." 

Royce watched Charlotte Ann lift her face skyward and roll her eyes. He had a good idea what his Wildcat would rather be doing. For a warrior woman who loved being outdoors even in the dead of winter, swapping baby stories would be a private kind of hell for his second wife.

Susan continued, "There's so much to do in preparation! And before you know it, we won't even be able to teleport with you to visit."

Teleportation, whether by spell or by psionic ability, exposed one very briefly to the cold of null-space. To adults and older children, the cold was easily shaken off. Age five and older seemed a good rule of thumb, though rarely even older children would succumb and fade from the experience. In the early stages of pregnancy, the mother somehow protected the baby she carried. Once she began to quicken, however, teleportation became risky. Some survived the travel. Others sickened and died within days. The unborn simply miscarried. Once children became sick, even the powerful heal spell was not enough to save them. It was as if that brief exposure to null-space frayed the link joining body to soul, losing appetite and becoming listless, until the child simply weakened and died.

Royce folded his arms. "I'm not happy about this, Susan, but I could tell your mind was already made up when you raised the matter. I will miss you both, and count the days until you return home to me." He turned and stalked out of their bedroom.

Susan frowned. "I think he's upset."

Charlotte Ann growled, "I don't blame him one bit. And he's not the only one." She put on her mailed gloves. "The both of you convince me spending more time here is a good idea, so I do. I get so I like him poking my pussy on a regular basis. I don't know if it's being in love with him or the pregnancy, but it's gotten so I crave him. And before you offer, your dildo collection is not going to cut it. It's really just not the same." Smoky blue eyes flashing, Charlotte Ann glared fiercely at her sister. "I think before thirty days are up, some one is going to get hurt."

Susan examined her nails. "If you want to stay, then stay, Sister."

"Oh, no! You've already made your play. I'll visit with Mom, and try to stay out of Dad's purview. I will sit in with all the other gestating women and quietly .. go .. insane."

"Thorband will be there. Arionna, too."

Charlotte Ann closed her eyes. Their younger brother and sister. Like them, they had suffered cruelly at the hands of the slavers in the summer of 2037. For sixteen, unforgettable days, she and Susan had been cold, hungry, beaten and raped over and over. If their experience had been horrifying, for Thorband and Arionna had had it worse. Ten mind-numbing, hellish weeks they endured. At the end, when she was finally freed, Arionna was like a wild animal, naked and howling as she killed slavers and then hacked away at the dead, her body covered in blood and gore. At the time, the priests weren't even sure if they could restore her sanity. They had. Only just. Even now, more than ten years later, the only men Arionna permitted to touch her even briefly were their father and their brother Thorband. For everyone else who tried to touch her – well, they almost never saw the blow coming. More than a few were simply knocked cold.

Thorband would be good to see, Charlotte Ann thought. Maybe we could go hunting. A chance to visit and get out of town for awhile. "All right, Susan," she sighed. "But you still will owe me. Big time."

"If that's all! Well, didn't I agree to become First Wife? Save you the headache of household accounts? Debits? Credits? Expenses? Depreciation? Menus? Pantry lists, and not to mention laundry, work schedules, and--"

"Stop!" Charlotte Ann put her hands to her head, grimacing. "I'm going, aren't I? No need to torture me!"

"I expect you to share at least one meal a day with me while we're there."

"Unless I'm out hunting with family."

Susan stuck out her hand. "Done?"

Charlotte Ann shook hands with her sister. "It's a good thing I love you. Days like today, I have to remind myself you are on my side. Yes, done."

* * *

Susan took three of her four ladies-in-waiting with her, two novice priestesses, and two household guards. Charlotte Ann also took two household guards. Before the winter campaign, Royce had insisted that anytime they left the manor house, each took a minimum of two guards with them at all times.

The fourth and Senior Lady-in-Waiting, Miri Tanner, was staying behind. Susan's duties as head of the duchy's church meant that she had less time to directly oversee running the household. Miri had taken over more of the duties until Susan officially appointed her castellan, accountable only to Susan and the duke himself when it came to the household. Once a week, Susan and Miri met and caught up on the highlights while Susan reviewed the books and gave instructions. Though she worked long hours every day, Miri thrived at her job. The only area that Miri did not control as castellan was the Household Guard. Pledged to protect the duke's household, they ultimately answered only to the duke himself.

As the duke's wives, their staff, and their luggage collected in the main hall, Susan gave her friend Miri Tanner some last words.

"I know you will take care of things while I'm gone," she said earnestly. "Make sure the Duke doesn't work himself to exhaustion. While we are gone, he will forget to take time to rest or to eat regularly, throwing himself into his projects. Make sure he eats and sleeps well. Encourage him to eat his evening meals in the main hall."

"Yes, my Lady. I will keep careful watch over your home and our duke. You have my word on it." The black-haired and blue-eyed woman smiled at her mistress.

Susan gave her a long hug. "I will miss you, Miri, but I know everything will be fine in your capable hands." Susan kissed her cheek. "I used to worry about you, too. This past year, though, you seem more settled. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. Next time we go on a trip for shopping, I will make sure you get to come with me. I only wish that you could come with us! We'd have so much fun! But I need you here to take care of things."

"Who would make sure that Cook doesn't spend us out of house and home?" Miri asked. "Have a good time visiting your parents and family, my Lady. Stay safe and come back home to us." Then she stepped away to watch the final preparations.

Royce Moramorian came down the wide staircase leading into the main hall. He stoically took in the number of retainers and luggage. "Ready?"

Susan nodded, her hazel eyes thoughtful. "We are ready, Husband."

"This will take at least six trips," he observed, his face devoid of his usual smile. "Keep alert. Such travel can attract unwanted attention."

She moved close to him, holding her hand to her neck in worry. "Please don't be angry with me."

"Angry?" he replied quietly, gazing at her directly. "No. Surprised at the suddenness, and hurt you will be gone so long from me. You didn't even discuss it with me, Susan. You just decided and that was it. I love you so much. You and Charlotte Ann are everything to me. I will sorely miss the both of you, and the comfort of you sleeping beside me." Then, louder, to the others, he added, "Let's get this done. Gather 'round. Groups of five. Link hands."

Two guards and three retainers joined hands. Royce placed his hands on the shoulders of two, closed his eyes and visualized their destination. There was a muffled pop as the air was displaced, and the next instant they were gone.

Several moments later, Royce entered the main hall through the front doors. He went to the next group, laid his hands on their shoulders, and once again, the duke vanished with the second group of travelers. 

Four more times Royce repeated the effort. Two trips were just for the luggage alone. Even for such a strong psionicist, the toll of moving so much mass was draining. The distance was irrelevant; it was the same cost if you moved a hand-span or ten thousand kilometers. The cost was in the mental power needed to open one point of space for the travel.

At last, only the two sisters and their three pieces of luggage remained. Susan stood next to Charlotte Ann, their bags and chests in front of them. Seeing his pallor, Charlotte Ann looked at her sister, fuming in silence. She knew Royce would need to sleep for hours to recover from the effort.

Royce approached them. "My sister, Theodonra, is there at the capital, waiting to make sure nothing unsavory is attracted by the expenditure of so much energy."

Royce placed his hands on their shoulders, closed his eyes briefly, and then they experienced the dizzying sensation of everything simultaneously shrinking, falling, and expanding as they shifted from one location to another.

A half-second later, they arrived. 

The three of them stood under open clear blue sky, outside the manor house of Dobson and Gale Starshine of House Starshine. Overhead, the three suns gleamed down warmly. Porters from the manor gathered luggage and packs while nearby, Princess Theodonra and several guards kept watch. A single teleport could attract extra-planar attention. Not all observers did anything, and not all were bad. Some were even just travelers like themselves. But any being that had the power to travel via the many planes usually had power to do a great deal of damage. Doing several teleports back-to-back increased the chance of attracting attention. Some extra-planar beings craved flesh and others souls. Still others fed on magic or psionic energy. It was for that reason when he teleported home, Royce always arrived outside the manor, to lessen the chance that unwanted visitors would arrive undetected.

Royce scanned around, catching the eyes of Princess Theodonra Jaima, his older half-sister. She nodded back to him briefly before returning to her scanning.

All clear.

If his oldest sister, Dorothy Donalda, was the flamboyant and stormy heir to the kingdom and to House Moramorian, Theodonra was the deeper and sometimes darker half to the pair. Both had been born within minutes of each other; Dorothy was born to Charlotte, and Theodonra was born to Shara, his father's second wife. And as if emphasizing the reciprocal nature of their personalities, Dorothy inherited the brown hair of their father and the grey eyes of her mother, while Theodonra inherited Shara's jet black hair and their father's brown eyes. As second in line to inherit, Theodonra held rank as Princess, and ruled the northwest region of Tildor known as Brotava from her mountain city of Dragon Keep, guarding the only passable eastern route through the Skyreach Mountains. Like Royce, Theodonra had formidable psionic abilities. After completing her training as a holy warrior, she had unexpectedly taken off for the University of Cartharsis at Shuten, within the Empire and a continent away from home. There she spent three years studying to become a physician. Dragon Keep was known for the nearby dragon enclaves, but was also becoming known for its hospital and "Dr Theo."




New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 1



Theodonra started to approach, but raising her eyebrows, saw her brother's demeanor and remained where she was. There would be time to visit with her sisters later.

Royce looked at Susan, then at Charlotte Ann. "Well, here you are, safe and sound." He moved to stand back, ready to teleport back to Atansha, but the stricken look on Charlotte Ann's face stopped him.

"Royce? Were you going to leave without even saying goodbye?"

Chagrined, he nodded. "I'm sorry, Wildcat." He pulled her into his arms and as she turned her face up to him, he kissed her long and fully. Her arms wrapped around him hard, squeezing him tight for every ounce of contact she could get. 

When at last he broke the kiss, she looked up sadly. "Shit, I'm going to miss you so much." When she sniffed and misted, he nuzzled her cheek, then kissed her forehead. 

"Think of this like a really long patrol. If you recall, sometimes you were gone for weeks at a time."

"Don't remind me. Then I didn't know what I was missing. Now I'm starting to understand. You are my mate and my heart, Royce." Then she pushed away and turned her back to him, wiping at her eyes, taking long, slow breaths. A soldier dutifully did what was asked.

Susan watched them, then looked at him in surprise, as if suddenly aware how her plans affected the two she most cared about. "Beloved?"

Royce met Susan's hazel eyes, his own clouded. He waited for her to continue.

"This wasn't meant to hurt either of you. Honestly, Royce–" How could she make him understand her need to share her pregnancy with her mother, get advice and reassurance at such a life-changing event as having a first child?

"It's done, Susan."

People from the manor house were busily helping carry luggage, chatting with the newly arrived staff, helping them find their way. At their head was Gale Starshine, Lady-in-Waiting to Royce's mother, Charlotte Moramorian. Gale happily called out in greeting to her two daughters. 

Royce cupped Susan's face. "Most times, I am in awe of your ability to see into the depth of things. I have a pretty good idea that you are wiser than I, and probably smarter, too. You are my wife and my friend. I love you, Susan. How could you not think that I would and will miss seeing you, ache for the pleasure of your company? Miss the feel of your body responding to mine?"

"I really fucked up, didn't I?" she said quietly.

Gale's loud greeting interrupted them. "Charlotte Ann, don't you look splendid in your uniform? Let me see you stand straight. Why, you're wearing the Starshine clan pattern in your hair. How very dashing! Now come give me a hug!"

Royce kissed Susan lightly on the cheek. "You've been so perfect for so long, you took me completely by surprise, Wife. You wanted time with your mother and your family. Now you have it." He caressed her cheek, then turned away, calling out to his sister. "Theodonra! Stop by later if you can. If not, a telepathic chat later?"

To the gentle touch of her thoughts, Royce opened his mind to his sister.

Probably the latter, brother. Dorothy and Father want to talk with me tonight. I'll fill you in tomorrow sometime. 

And just as quickly, contact was broken. He saw Theodonra already walking past the Starshine manor, toward the huge A-frame atop the highest hill in the capital, home of their father, Prince Caernach. Her attendants and personal guards flanked her.

Even as Susan understood the measure of his hurt, her mother swooped in and enveloped Susan in her embrace, sighing with pleasure. "A whole month to visit and catch on things! I can't believe it! I'm going to have grandchildren! At last! Eight children, and you two are the first. I can't tell you how happy you girls have made me. Royce, are you coming in for brunch?"

He shook his head. "I'd love to, but I best head back now. I need to make sure that nothing bad teleported at home in my absence." Royce grinned and winked at Gale. "Too bad you're married. Such a fetching woman as you, I might be tempted to add you to my household."

Gale flushed bright red. "Cheeky as usual, Royce. All right, get on your way then."

Susan reached out for him as he stepped back. "Royce!" she called, just as he vanished with a pop as air rushed into the void of his passing. You forgot to kiss me goodbye, she thought numbly, as their excited mother herded both her daughters toward the family manor. 

* * *

For the next few days, Royce threw himself into his duties. There was always plenty of work to fill his time, and often more than could be reasonably done in a single day. Settling disputes and hearing petitions, meeting with his officers, initiating and overseeing work projects that would benefit the city of Ramez or the duchy, and all the other dozens of sundry duties and obligations. Royce was sure that if he was awake both day and night, his schedule would quickly fill with assorted urgent tasks. Some days he thought even if there were three of himself, it still wouldn't all get done.

In the main hall, servants moved about, setting up and wiping tables in preparation for the main meal of the day.

Miri Tanner had a task to do. Lady Susan had bid her a task and she intended to do her best. After his return, the duke had disappeared into his office and closed the door, refusing the mid-day meal. Seeing the look in his eyes, though she wanted to comfort him, she knew to leave him his space. Just as she'd been warned, his lordship sat at his desk going through papers, reading and writing as he made loose piles like he was building a wall between himself and everyone else. Now, however, the dinner hour was fast approaching. Miri was determined that his lordship ate in the main hall has her mistress had bid. Up the wide staircase, a left at the wide hall, last door on the right.

Miri knocked, then without waiting, opened the door. The look of exhaustion on his face worried her. "My Lord? It is time for dinner. Shall I bring you a basin and soap?"

Royce had looked ready to refuse, but then said, "Susan told you to do this, didn't she?"

"She wants to make sure you eat, my Lord, and that your people see you."

He took a long breath. "No, I'll clean up in my room first. Thank you, Miri."

With that, she was dismissed. Nodding, she left. 

Earlier that day, Miri had caught that something was amiss between the duke and Lady Susan, but not the cause. During long absence of his wives, Miri hoped they would have more frequent and longer trysts in her room. For nearly a year now, they'd been lovers. Frantic kisses and urgent couplings snatched in stolen moments between two busy schedules. Those oh, too short, body shaking, wonderful times of his hard cock probing her depths, making her body writhe in pleasure until it overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping both in satisfaction and want of more.

The meal passed, those around the duke sensing his mood and leaving him alone. The duke ate what Miri put in front of him, but refused seconds or any dessert. With a quiet request that those around him continue to enjoy their meal, he retired for the evening.

For days after it was the same, his mind focused on what was in front of him, withdrawn. The shadows under his eyes remained. He's busy, Miri reasoned, and missing both of his wives. When he wasn't out in town or at the barracks, he was in his office with a half dozen scribes and messengers.

On the evening of the fifth day, Miri saw as he was descending the stairs to the Main Hall, and rushed up to meet him. "My Lord! A moment of your time, please?"

Royce sent on the rest of the attendants, and turned to face her. "What is it, Miri?"

"In private, please?" Her eyes implored him. The worn look in his face ate at her heart. Reminding him to take care of himself in front of others just wouldn't do at all. He was the duke, after all.

Royce nodded, and followed as she lead him to his empty office. 

With each step she took, Miri found her sex loosening, hoping and wanting him.

Letting her lead the way, he watched the sway of her hips as she walked down the hallway. Royce altered his vision ever so slightly, checking her aura. Her root and emotional chakras were flaring. Suddenly understanding, he chided himself. It had been nearly two weeks since their last encounter. He missed his wives greatly, but having taken on Miri as his lover, it was not fair to let his ache for them become a reason neglect her. She didn't deserve that.

Miri opened the door, and when he entered, she closed it and slid the bar home. As she turned to face his intent gaze, she felt her heart skip. "My Lord, you are pushing yourself too hard. Lady Susan told me to watch over you and mmmph–"

His mouth stifled any further words while his arms pulled her close into his embrace. As he devoured her breath, her initial surprise was replaced by her eager hands and a passion that engulfed her in its heat. Miri inhaled his scent, reveling in his touch and his exploration of her. His hands hiked up her dress, and she automatically widened her stance. His fingers ran along her unclad slit, pressing, probing her wetness. Her own hands reached down between them and freed his cock. 

This was how it was so often between them. Short and quick. Miri didn't care. She'd take him anytime he wanted her. The mind-numbing sex was great, but the look of caring in his eyes had become just as important. At least that's what she told herself. There was truth in those feelings, but it was just as true she'd do anything to feel his long, fat cock stuffed within her pussy. He could make her come just from penetration, a feat she had never experienced before, and when he took her from behind, she had a hard time not yelling out her pleasure, and her orgasms were so intense that she was left gasping and shaking. More than once, she'd even blacked out. Miri loved his cock. Wanted to get fucked by it every chance she could. Everything else was icing.

When his hands gripped her ass and lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapped around him, opening to him. Royce lifted her up, pressing her against the wall. When his mouth went to her neck, she gasped, then moaned as his hard organ pressed into her damp crotch, probing for her entrance. Then he found her cavity. Centering her hips and shoving, he parted her, filled her, possessed her.

"Nnngah," she moaned, arching to meet his thrusting. "Ahhhh, haaaah."

Her mind already fuzzy, she desperately reached for the handkerchief in her pocket, shoving it into her mouth. She could be so loud! As his hard shaft probed deeper into her center, she began to lose it. Already he was sliding easily into her slick sheath, the walls of her pussy trembling with pleasure. Waves of pure ecstasy radiated from where her body enveloped his shaft. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, vigorously humping back against his deep thrusting. Then with his cock fully buried in her hot channel, he pressed hard, and buried to the hilt creamed her with his sperm. Her eyes rolled back and Miri shivered and grunted loudly as she felt his twitching, pulsing organ inside her, felt the hot stickiness against her womb followed by the clamp and release of her sex around him. She whimpered, breathing heavily through her nose. He felt so good!

Royce braced her as he stepped back from the wall and walked over to his desk, his still hard cock probing to left and right within her slick channel with each step. Sweet delicious sensation! He laid her down on his desk, and leaning over, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spreading her wider.

He resumed pumping hard and deep into her sperm-soaked snatch, his cock driving in and out. One hand moved down to flick her clitoris while he pumped into her dripping cavity. Miri groaned loudly into the cloth in her mouth, reaching up to put her hands on his chest. His fat, long cock plundered through her, leaving her empty, filling her oh so full, leaving her empty, filling her so full.

Tension built again in her middle, then exploded as he continued his firm pumping into her pussy. She screamed, her cry muffled by the cloth. Shaking and humping back at him, he relentless pounded into her center. Faster and harder he drove. More tingles from her sex. He pulled the cloth free and devoured her open mouth with his. His weight pressed her down, holding her in place on the desk. Royce kissed her hard as he bucked into her. More bolts of hot sticky semen splash deep inside her belly, and she exploded hard around his cock. 

When he released her mouth, she gasped for air, her mind ablaze and empty of all but his body filling hers. "Huungh! Huungh!" She felt a last pulse from his cock and shivered.

Royce grunted in pleasure. "Your pussy was just what I needed."

He let her legs down, and she hooked them around his waist. For several long moments, they rested there, his hard cock buried within her center. Miri loved this, too. The feeling of his warm length filling her velvety folds, basking in their union while their hearts quieted. 

Miri sighed, her breath finally slowing, savoring the feel of him inside, the wonderful weight of him on her hips, simultaneously wanting to lie with him for hours, making love over and over, and knowing they both had to be elsewhere.

He leaned down and lightly kissed both her cheeks, forehead, then a lick to her lips. She opened her mouth, and he kissed her long and slow. When he broke contact, she groaned and hugged him tight. 

"Oh, my Lord, that was ... was wondrous," she whispered. "I have missed you so much!"

A sparkle was in his warm, brown eyes. "You are a good lover, Miri. Now, what was it you had to say that was so urgent?"

She blushed. "I just want you to .. to take care of yourself, my Lord. You are important to us here. All of us. You shouldn't push yourself so hard. Did you even eat any of the sandwiches delivered to your office this afternoon?" She looked deep into his brown pools. "I thought not. You will lose weight and make yourself exhausted."

He closed his eyes briefly, then nodded. "All right. Susan's orders?"

"Yes, Lord." She caressed his face gently. "Mine, too, if you will permit me. I–I worry about you, too."

"Very well." Royce pushed up, then slowly pulled out of her.

Miri felt his vacancy with a sense of loss. Having him inside not only stretched and filled her, it made her feel desired, safe, and complete. Though she dared not tell him, for a long while now she knew her desire for his cock had deepened to something more.

She felt the gush of his sperm draining out of her, running down to her ass. 

Royce watched his seed spilling out of her gaping pussy. With a quick word and gesture, the magic of his simple cantrip cleaned her sex. He repeated it on his cock and trousers, then straightened his clothing.

Reaching out his hand, he helped her up. "I'll be there at dinner. And I'll try to eat a full plate.

She nodded, straightening her dress. "Thank you, Lord."

"Miri."

She looked at him.

"See that you retire early tonight. By nine bells."

Her pussy felt thoroughly plumbed, but the sudden joy in her heart did cartwheels and flips in anticipation. "Yes, my Lord!"

* * * 

With his psionic abilities, Royce could travel invisibly. Adding to that was his pair of elven boots, boots crafted with a bit of faerie magic to cunningly make the wearer silent in all but the most extreme circumstances.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Miri kicked her feet in nervous energy. Their encounter that afternoon had been delicious, but knowing that he was coming to her room had kept her on the edge the rest of the day. Even dinner had seemed to drag along. And true to his word, he eased her worry for him and eaten second helpings.

There was a double tap on her door, followed by the single tap. She jumped off the bed and ran to the door. Opening it wide, she stepped aside, even though she saw no one in the hallway. Feeling his touch on her shoulder, she closed the door and turned as he suddenly appeared.

Miri flew into his arms, wrapping herself tight against him. Royce chuckled, holding her firmly in return. Her mouth turned up, seeking his. His lips met hers and – sweet contact! Lips pressing together. Tongues dancing and probing. Feeling his breath on her face. Even when they broke for air, he leaned down, his forehead on hers, he gave her kisses across her face. Miri giggled, deliriously happy.

His mouth nibbled behind her ear, then along her neck, sending shivers down her spine and a tingling into her pussy.

Royce paused, looking her over. In the mix of candle-light and the light globe on the wall, he saw many thoughts and emotions running through her eyes. When she started to hike up her dress, he shook his head, touching her hand. "No, Miri. Tonight, I intend to take my time with you."

"What – what do you mean?" Her hazel eyes looked up at him, her heart pounding.

"Just this," he murmured. "I'm going to undress you, and you have to wait until you are completely naked before you can undress me. Understand?"

Miri nodded. She had to pinch her thigh to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Royce returned to kissing her. For long minutes, that's what they did, slower than before. Unhurried, leisurely. Intense for its rarity. By then, Miri could feel her pussy was damp and getting wetter. 

He took nearly half an hour opening her top. When he finally inhaled her breast into his mouth, she nearly fainted. Royce leaned down and working over them both. Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down. Settling beside her, he scooted down so he could resume giving her tits his attention. Suckling, flicking her nipples with his teeth, kneading them roughly, then gently tracing on the sides, underneath their heavy weights and up to her neck. By the time her shirt, undershirt and bra were completely off, her crotch was soaking, running down her leg. The need in her pussy ached to feel him filling her, stretching her.

Slowly, maddeningly, he moved lower. He inhaled her crotch through her skirt and Miri pushed against his face. Anticipation was so high, she nearly came right there. 

Down he went, further, and removed her boots and socks, one foot at an agonizing time. Kissing and licking her toes. Slowly licking his way up one calf, then another. She shook, her need growing. Miri could feel her juices running down her ass, pooling on her dress. Normally, she could take him from the front without totally losing control. But the way this was working out, she had her doubts, and stuffed her handkerchief into her mouth. 

Royce rose up and removed her apron, letting it drop to the floor. He took his time caressing her hips. Miri moaned long and low. He rose again, kissing her nipples again, spending several minutes there, then up to her neck and throat. Slowly he undid the belt around her waist.

Her legs trembled as he descended again, kissing as he went down, down, down. He opened the buttons on her skirt, and as he pulled on it, she eagerly lifted her hips. Now she was naked, and she shivered as his mouth moved up her thigh toward her dripping, swollen cavity. Light nibbles and licks. Tracing the line of fluids leaking from her engorged, aroused sex. When his tongue touched her labia, Miri groaned loud. By the time he reached the top of her opening, her clitoris was fully displayed. Lightly, his tongue rolled around it. Miri screamed as she came, the sound muffled by the cloth in her mouth, but there was no mistaking the gushing fluid from her pussy. Her hands gripped his hair as she rubbed her wet sex against his face, and his tongue drove into her, lapping up everything. 

For long seconds he lapped at the base of her cleft, kissing around her sex, allowing her to settle and the sensations to fade.

Slowly, his mouth circled her center, kissing and licking. When her breathing was more normal, Royce pushed her legs apart and began plundering her wet center. Miri rocked her hips as he drank her nectar. Tension rose again, slower than before. Feeling his mouth on her pussy was pure heaven. He alternated between long strokes along her labial lips, and caresses at the base of her clitoris, his tongue sometimes circling her throbbing little nubbin of pleasure.




New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 1



Tighter and tighter grew the sensation deep in her belly. She moaned almost continually now. It had been a long time since they had had the time to enjoy such intimacy. As his tongue moved up her mound, everything tightened further, and her focus was on what his mouth did to her. Then with a heave, she grunted, bucking her hips against his face as her pussy spasmed, gushing more juices into his mouth.

As the tremors faded, she lay limp on the bed, gasping for air. Feebly, she pulled the handkerchief from her mouth and gasped for air. 

"Oh, my Lord! That .. was so .. intense!" She rose up, and gently pulled his face, urging him to move back up and lay next to her. 

With a grin, Royce complied.

As he lay beside her, she turned to him, kissing him and licking her own juices from his face.

She knew she should take her time undressing him. But she was fully aroused. Her fingers worked rapidly, undoing buttons, laces, buckles and snaps. Amused, he watched as she urgently tugged off his vest and shirt. Royce enjoyed the feel of her hands rubbing on his chest. With determination, she pulled off his boots and grasping both trousers and underwear, tugged them both off at the same time. Two more eager yanks and his socks followed his clothing onto the floor. Her eyes lighted on his sack and his nearly full erection. Slowly, she crawled forward, staring at his cock. As she neared it, she licked her lips, watching as it swelled under her gaze.

Miri gently grasped his shaft, running her hand along his length. They had been lovers for nearly a year now. Part of her was astonished by how fast time went when he was with her, and by how it dragged when she had to sleep alone. In all that time, she longed to pleasure him as much as he pleasured her. Most of their encounters were quick – a few kisses, some groping, and frantic fucking. Not that she didn't enjoy those times. Most of them, he took her from behind. She had come to love that position. At that angle he hit all the right spots so that she came like fireworks on Solstice Day. In those rare times when they had more than a few minutes, Miri wanted to use her mouth on his cock and pleasure him like he did on her pussy. She felt good to make him feel good, and admitted to herself she wanted to feel just a little in control while she made him feel helpless. But his girth and length made it hard for her to take him more than halfway. And when he came, she invariably choked.

She stared at the thick shaft with its long veins and the purple knob. He smelled clean, but there was a faint musky scent that was definitely male. She stared at his cock, the source of so many hours of pleasure. A long inhale, a lick from the middle to the crown, and then she filled her mouth with him. 

Royce gave a small sigh of pleasure at the sudden, wet warmth. He liked getting head, but he didn't want start the evening with Miri choking on his sperm. He would enjoy her ministrations for awhile, but then he intended to enter her pussy and plunder her depths. With a sudden insight, he realized that they'd never coupled with her on top. Miri seemed to be able to come just from penetration, which was unusual in itself. And, she came so hard when he took her from behind. Royce wondered how she would enjoy being in the driver's seat for a change. It could be fun to let her do the work, to let her pleasure her clit while she ground onto his cock.

For several minutes, he stroked her hair gently while she sucked and licked him, gently caressing his balls and stroking his shaft while her mouth worked on his crown. Then he reached down and caressed her cheek. "Miri, I want inside your pussy now. Come on up. You on top."

Surprised, she looked up. As she moved over him, she asked, "Did you not want to fill my mouth, my Lord?"

He grinned. "Miri, I love having my cock sucked, but I like nothing better than to stretch my lover's pussy while I look into her face." He watched as she reached down and angled his shaft at her entrance.

Her heart warmed, acknowledging her role. "I am your lover." As she slowly descended, feeling him penetrate her slick center, a look of concern filled her face. "My-my Lord? My kerchief? I–I may need it."

Royce looked right then left, spying the wadded cloth within arm's reach. He handed it to her. Miri reached out for it as she slowly worked his cock deeper into her pussy. As she stuffed her mouth, long sighs deepened to moans as she rode his shaft. While there was little chance anyone would come into her room, especially this late at night, she also did not want others to hear her screams of release. It was preferable that people speculated whether she had a lover or not, and not give them confirmation, for that would spark curiosity as who he was. Miri was willing to do anything to have him stretch her sex whenever he wanted her.

As she rocked, feeling his hard shaft moving deep in her pussy, she sucked air, whimpering and huffing through her nose. His cock stretched her, an undeniable presence stroking with wonderful friction, culminating with a brush against her womb with each roll of her hips. He felt so good! She felt his crown flex deep inside her belly, and she nearly lost it. Breath ragged, she put her hands on his chest to steady herself. His hands weren't idle, busy as they were kneading her breasts. The rarity of being able to take their time, being fully naked together, and the mind-numbing waves of ecstasy of his body inside hers all worked their magic on her. Miri's loins tightened as she moved over him. As she ground her clit against his pubis, he squeezed her breasts, then flexed his cock again. 

Miri came, shaking and shuddering, slowly laying down on his chest, gasping as wave after glorious wave pulsated through her consciousness.

Royce caressed her face. "You ready for more?" he asked gently. 

Her pussy was still grasping his cock, coating him with her juices. Miri pulled the cloth from her mouth. "Maybe later, my Lord. I think– I think I'm undone."

Holding her, he gently rolled her until he was on top. He lifted up her legs, spreading her wide. "I'm going to fill you, Miri, until your pussy is thick and overflowing with my sperm."

Giving her firm, solid strokes, Royce worked inside her. Unhurried, he pulled nearly out, then drove into her wet channel, pressing until his balls touched her butt. 

Gasping, Miri grabbed his waist, rocking her hips to meet him. "Take me, Lord! And give it to me. Give all to me!"

Royce pumped into Miri, the wet squishy noise growing louder as the minutes went by. Little by little, he made more appreciative sighs, and Miri's heart soared, hearing his pleasure. Then his pace picked up, increasing until his hips slapped against hers, his hard shaft driving into and parting her deepest recesses. 

"Oh, Miri!" he whispered, shoving hard against her groin, pressing into her. 

Miri felt the pulse, then felt the hot stickiness splash against her womb. Grabbing his butt, she ground hard against him. "Yes, come inside me," she cried.

Royce leaned his head down, and while his cock spewed more seed into her, his lips sought hers. He kissed her long and thoroughly until his balls ceased their twitching. 

He nuzzled her cheek, sighing. "Thank you, sweet woman."

Miri's arms hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank you, my Lord. You make me feel so good!"

He started to move off her, but Miri held him tighter. "Please don't pull out. I like feeling you inside me."

Royce grinned, holding himself up by his arms. "All right."

Miri suddenly yawned, long and wide. Then she blushed. "I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "It's nearly eleven bells. We've both been up since around dawn, so it's totally understandable. I was going to ask if you wanted to go another round, but I think you are tired out."

"If my Lord wants to love me more, I will do so willingly." Her eyes, once heavy with lust, were now growing heavy with the need for sleep.

Royce saw the tiredness in her eyes, and leaned down to gently kiss her cheeks and eyes. "Gentle heart, I do not doubt your willingness, but I think your body has other plans."

With a frown, she felt him slip out. Then the gush of semen rushing out after, dripping down her butt crack. 

Royce got off the bed. With an arcane whisper and gesture, his hand moved over her crotch, and the sodden mess was cleaned. Another cantrip to clean the wet spot, and a third to clean his own sex.

Miri made herself get up, too. She wanted him there, and if he was going to leave, she wanted him to know how much she did want him still. Moving to him, she slipped her arms around him, snuggling against his chest. His arms automatically went around her, drawing her in.

"I don't want you to go, my Lord."

"You think there's room enough for both of us in your bed?"

Astonished, Miri's head snapped up, looking at him. "You will sleep with me?"

He nodded. "At least part of the night."

Unable to contain herself, Miri grinned happily. Going to the bed, she pulled down the blankets and crawled in. Turning, she held out her arms to welcome him beside her. 

Royce moved beside her. Stretching out, she moved against him, snuggling in the crook of his arm. With a sigh, she settled against him, naked body by naked body, joy suffusing her thoughts. Try as she might to stay awake and bask in his presence, her mind soon drifted off.

In the early hours of the morning, she slowly woke to his hands moving across her, her leg over his thigh as his hard shaft gently probed her pussy. As much as she wanted to come fully awake and participate, she moaned and sighed, floating as he moved easily in and out of her wet folds.

Miri began to waken as pleasure from his stroking filled her center. She lifted her hand and ran it over his wide chest, caressing him, enjoying his slow, unhurried thrusting.

When they had first become lovers, Miri was appalled by how much her body yearned for him. Finding a husband and having children had been a distant goal, something to put into her life down the road while in the here and now she focused on her career. Miri had no illusions about Lady Susan ever allowing Miri to become wife number three. It simply wasn't going to happen. While her mind knew this was a dangerous game they played, her body craved his, and while they were together, it was all that mattered.

Waking up to him quietly taking her pleased Miri. She was no where near release, but feeling him move inside just plain felt good.

She felt his hand tighten on her hip, and then the pulsing of his shaft as he filled her pussy. "So good," she murmured, nuzzling his chest. "So good." When he made no move to withdraw, she sighed contentedly and soon fell back asleep.

* * *

At four bells, Royce woke himself up. Holding her close had felt really good, but he needed to be seen coming out of another room in the morning. He had two comfortable couches in his office, but better yet would be if the staff had to make the bed in the master suite.

He tried not to wake her. Royce could tell she hadn't slept very deeply. Every time either of them shifted in the night, Miri snuggled close. Carefully, he disentangled himself and moved off the bed. The dim radiance from the nightlight barely outlined his form in the darkness of the room.

Slowly, her head rose. "My Lord?" she mumbled. "Is something amiss?"

Royce came over, kissing her gently on the lips. "Not at all. Go back to sleep, Miri."

"Ah. You have to leave." 

She started to rise, but his hand prevented her.

"Stay. Get a few more hours rest. Trust me. Later on today, you'll be glad of it."

She pondered a moment, then slowly relaxed, watching his shadowy form collect his clothing. "What would my Lord like for his lunch later today?"

"Forecast is overcast today. Maybe even rain. Hot soup with dark bread sounds good." He slipped his boots on without his socks, and his trousers sans underwear. Cinched the belt so the trousers didn't fall down. Undershirt on, skipping the shirt and vest. He rolled the clothing together and placed the bundle under his arm. His other hand grabbed his scabbarded sword. "I thought you had today off?"

"Not while her Ladyship is gone. And my Lord should know that my bed already feels empty for your absence."

"If I am not to push myself to exhaustion, then I'll take it ill if you don't abide by the same rule. Go back to sleep, Miri." He leaned over and kissed her gently.

Miri replied with enthusiasm, her hands running through his disheveled hair. Even when he broke the kiss, she leaned up and gave him another quick peck before falling back. "As you will, my Lord."

"Not even here, will you call my by my name?"

"I dare not. If I always think of you as my lord, I do not risk forgetting myself. Besides, I am happy to think of you thus. Truly, I am."

Royce sighed. "As you wish. Thank you for a most delightful evening, Miri." Then he faded to invisibility, the door bar retracted, and opened briefly. His ability to move things, even when he wasn't present, always amazed her. Sure enough, after the door closed, the restraining bar moved back into position.

Strong, intelligent, kind, and thoroughly a man, she thought. In the hands of one less honorable such abilities would be worrisome, for who could rely on locked doors for one determined to do fell deeds? But this was the duke, and he made her feel safe. In his arms, she melted. Having him in her life gave her everything else.



* * *

The small clock on the wall quietly chimed at six bells. Miri was too disciplined to sleep in. He had been right, of course. She was convinced she had just closed her eyes when it went off.

It chimed a full twenty times, then went silent. Climbing out of bed, she went to her private bath and stepped into her narrow shower. Before coming to Ramez, she'd never had such luxury as her own bathroom. Growing up, she'd shared one with her parents, brother, and two sisters, and then later when she was fostered to the clan chief she used the communal baths like the other young men and women looking for advancement. Coming along with the duke to this new land had been a golden chance. During the manor's improvements last year, when the pipes had been laid to the second and third floors, Lady Susan had insisted that senior staff also have their own private facilities. Once her bathroom was completed, Miri quickly came to value its presence and showered daily. Like the toilet, the drain was magical, purifying the water that passed through the grill as it returned to the pipes. Rumor had it that each bath had cost twenty-five thousand gold royals, an immense sum of money. The toilets too were magic; they converted all waste matter to a neutral smelling earth, which was collected weekly and spread onto gardens or to the growing fields outside of town. In the summer months, the manor house did not stink as other places sometimes did. The magical toilets were not just in the manor but also throughout the castle walls as well. The matter had been a three-day fight between Lady Susan and the duke, but at last he'd agreed to her reasoning. The toilets not only kept the smell down, but also helped keep disease at bay.

Stepping naked into the shower, Miri adjusted the hot and cold water streams at her feet. When she was satisfied with the temperature, she flipped the lever and waited for the strong spray under the nozzle. While she rarely stayed in very long, Miri liked being clean and indulged herself with a shower every morning. During the hot days of summer, she took a second one to cool down before bed. This morning, she spent a little extra time cleaning the itchy, dried mess between her legs, recalling the gentle coupling that had put it there.

Once done, she quickly toweled off and dressed for her day. It was officially spring, but the days could still be cool or even downright cold. A sudden snowfall in April was not unheard of.

Dressed in underskirt and a tan skirt with a wide burgundy border on the hem, with a light blue blouse. Calf-length socks and her favorite dark brown, high soft boots. A wide belt with her wallet on her left hip, a white apron. Into her left pocket went a fresh handkerchief and a fresh pair of panties. Miri had grown up with stays, which are cinched at the waist. Panties had taken a bit of getting used to, but now Miri preferred their snug fit. Most days, however, she went without, and had since taking the duke as her lover. But if she by chance she should run into the duke and they should manage a quick coupling, both would be important. The handkerchief helped keep her quiet, and afterward, served to clean and catch his semen as it drained out. The panties served to hold the cloth in place. Leaving tell-tale spatters on the ground where one stood minutes afterward could be awkward. Worse would be someone slipping and falling.

Last was her long black hair. Brushing out the thick raven strands, she then leaned over and quickly braided it, then tied it off with a gold ribbon to go with her hazel eyes.

Ten days gone. Another twenty to go. After last night, Miri dared hope there would be more, longer times with the duke. Pursing her lips, she pushed the thoughts away. She would be available as he needed, but reminded herself that it wouldn't do to get greedy. Greed and possessiveness were not hers to claim, and any attempt at such would end badly. Miri knew that well enough. She just loved him so much that – wait, did she love him? Yes, she admitted. She did indeed love her duke, her lord.

So be it, Miri thought. The admission was bittersweet. Right now, while she had him to herself – at least part of the time, it was more sweet. Humming a tune, she grabbed keys and lanyard, then was out the door and into the bustle of the early morning.

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New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 2



Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor

Date: mid-March 2048

Interlude

Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, awoke with a start, full of sadness. He was sure he'd heard the sound of his wife, Susan, weeping.

He knew that was impossible. Susan and Charlotte Ann, his second wife, were visiting their parents in the capital, nearly a thousand kilometers away. Their visit was to last thirty days, and today they were fifteen days gone, the halfway mark.

Both were pregnant for the first time, and Susan had insisted they get a chance to visit. After they quickened, they would be unable to visit using teleportation, either by magic or by psionics because of the danger to their unborn. And until their fifth year, their children could not travel by teleportation either; the danger was just too great that they would sicken and die. Of course, this harsh fact did not stop their parents from coming to their home in Ramez.

While Royce missed both of his wives greatly, he and Susan had parted with a rift between them. Susan had decided on the lengthy visit to her parents without consulting him first and with scant notice besides. Rather, she had decided on the visit and then informed him of her decision. He had felt like the footman for her carriage and not the man she claimed she loved. Royce had no doubt she loved him. However, the manner of what transpired had hurt.

For days after their departure, he'd thrown himself into his work. Working from dawn to past midnight, often skipping meals. At least, until Miri, Susan's Senior Lady-in-Waiting, set him straight.

Once Miri got his attention, Royce cut back his hours to a more normal schedule and eating regular. To Miri's delight, except for one night when he had had to stay overnight away from the manor, he filled her pussy at least a couple of times a day. Often it was their usual quickie in some closet, but what Miri was enjoying more was him spending part of the night in her room, taking their time with their coupling. She loved the sensation of his cock stretching her sex. This time spent being held in his arms afterward was balm for her heart.

As First Wife, Susan had insisted on an open marriage, laying down specific ground rules. Later, in private, she revealed it had been for his sake, not for her or for his Second Wife, Charlotte Ann. Susan also made no secret that any affairs had best be secret or face her jealous wrath.

Miri served her mistress Susan with love and devotion. It had only taken the sight of the duke's erect cock to beg for him to take her. Away from him, Miri could be determined, strong-willed, smart -- even be a bitch to the castle staff when she needed to be. Prior to beginning her affair with her duke, she would have scoffed, even ridiculed the idea that a woman could be a slave to her own pussy. She was, though. Just thinking about his cock made her wet, and seeing it -- well, she just hiked up her dress and bent over, offering herself. Once she would have said she preferred on top or facing her lover, so that if she needed, she could play with her clit. Miri loved any position he wanted, but her favorite position quickly became Stallion to Mare. When he took her from behind, she needed no other stimulation. Indeed, it was so intense she very became loud, something she'd never done with any other lovers, and when she climaxed, she screamed like a banshee. Though she tried, Miri couldn't help it. To help keep their affair secret, Miri stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth to muffle her cries. And for the quickies, she also kept a small bottle of oil to ease penetration. Royce was a big man with a big cock.

Of course, the extra sex these past weeks meant neither of them got as much sleep. Last night as they climbed into her bed, Royce could see the bags under her eyes. He asked Miri if he should let her sleep. She responded by caressing his hard cock, scooting down until her pussy enveloped his crown. "Sleep later, my Lord," she had whispered. "Take me now. Please, fill my emptiness." Of course, he then pulled out so that he could give her pussy the tongue licking it deserved. He liked giving head. Part of him got satisfaction by doing things for others, and helping the woman reach orgasm, besides being great fun, was a gift for one's partner.

Earlier this evening, Royce had spent long minutes working over her breasts and licking her pussy until she came, covering her thighs and ass with her own juices before he moved over her and pressed his thick shaft into her wet folds. Two more times she bucked with release as he stroked the length of her tunnel while his thumb rubbed her mound, followed by a smaller release when he creamed her depths. Miri fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, sighing as she snuggled in his arms. For his part, he too was getting used to having her in his arms while he slept.

Then he'd had the dream.

Royce sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He was growing to care for Miri a great deal, but Susan was his wife and he loved her. He had to know if she was all right. A glance at the wall clock near the dim light in Miri's room told him the news. He'd only been asleep an hour. Trying to focus on any details only served to affirm one point: he no longer believed Susan's weeping actually was a dream.

He disentangled himself from Miri as gently as he could. Try as he might, though, she woke as he slid off the bed.

"My Lord?" she mumbled. "Something wrong?"

Royce moved to her, giving her a long, slow kiss. "Go back to sleep, Miri. I had a dream and I'm going to check it out. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Are you sure?" She rubbed her eyes, willing them to stay open and losing the struggle.

"Go back to sleep, sweet Flower." Miri meant flower. Royce dressed quickly. "When I get back, I have meetings in town for most of the day. I may not even be back for dinner. But I hope to be back to tuck you in."

"I look forward to it, my Lord." She repeated his words to herself so that she didn't forget them in her haze.

He came back to her and she rose for another kiss. "If things go cross-eyed, I'll send a message." He kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, then another slow kiss on the lips.

Miri sighed deeply, savoring his gentleness. As he moved away, she took the pillow he had used, still full of his scent, and wrapped her arms around it. One moment he was there and the next he faded from view. The restraining bar moved and her door quietly opened and closed, then the restraining bar slid back into place. She moved into the warm spot in the bed where he'd lain, wriggling into the warmth and the smell of him. Try as she might wish otherwise, her eyes soon closed and she drifted off.

* * *

Once out in the hallway, Royce remained invisible, padding silently upstairs and then toward the master suite. At the moment, the guard was halfway toward the chapel while her partner was at the corner, near the common lavatories. Entering the room, he continued straight through the suite and on to the master bathroom. After dropping the laundry into the chute, he undressed and took a quick shower. Back in the bedroom, he put on fresh clothing.

Once dressed, Royce stepped back out into the hallway. The nearby guard snapped to attention.

"Sergeant Moonshadow is tonight's watch commander, isn't she? Good. Let her know I want to see Captain Stillman. He should be on duty at the Manor Gate. I want to see him now."

The guard gave a salute and then hurried off.

It was past second bell after midnight. It would be just after first bell in the capital. It was the middle of the night, but he had to go to Sharaton-Charlottesville. He had to know if Susan was all right.

The passive link he had with her indicated she was alive. He could have just reached out to her mind telepathically, even across such a distance. The link allowed that. But neither Susan nor Charlotte Ann liked telepathy, and they only tolerated it briefly for urgent circumstances. In fact, before their marriage, he had given his word to both of them he would never connect with their minds without their consent. There were strict, ethical rules about entering another person's thoughts. Doing so without consent was a serious breach of etiquette, and if the other was offended enough -- even if married -- it could end in serious criminal charges in a canon court. Royce didn't think Susan would do such a thing to him, but it could possibly widen the current wedge between them. Making things worse was the last thing he wanted. He loved both of the sisters, and missed them every day. Miri was a great comfort, and growing more so every day, but Susan and Charlotte Ann were his wives and his partners. It was more than two weeks since Susan had hurt his feelings and he was long over any hurt and anger.

Royce went to his desk, leaving the door open. Taking quill to paper, he wrote out instructions for his officer. As Officer in Command for the night shift, Stillman would need to let others know that if something happened, their duke was going to be gone possibly for several hours. Royce seriously doubted anything would happen, but that was the way things. One moment everything was calm, and the next the air was filled with chaos from some sudden catastrophe.

When Captain Stillman arrived, Royce scanned the instructions, then handed it to the soldier. "Sorry to be brusque, but I'm in a hurry. I'm teleporting to the capital to see my wives. Follow usual protocols, Captain. If it's a serious emergency, you know what to do?"

"Unscrew the top of the baton, take out the pearl and crush it to activate the spell. Lady Susan will contact me to find out what has happened." The short baton was in his belt, tied to secure it.

Royce nodded. "Excellent. I may be back in a short time, or may be gone for hours. I don't know. A lot depends on them."

The stout man took the letter, folded it, and put it into his pocket. "Very good, my Lord. Meaning no disrespect, they are missed. Safe journey. Safe return."

"Safe watch. Safe return." Royce clapped him on the shoulder. Then vanished.

* * *

Royce arrived under the cool, mostly overcast night skies of Sharaton-Charlottesville, on the hill above the twin cities. Facing north, on the left bank of Lucky Man River was Charlottesville, and Sharaton was on the right. Even at this late hour, lights across the cities lit the night sky. Turning south, Royce followed the road uphill. To his left was the sprawling residence of House Tanner, home of the clan chief, Marynne Tolari Tanner, her family, and dozens of nieces, nephews, and many cousins. To the right was the even larger manor of House Starshine, under chief Aljahn Rayan Starshine. Further up the winding road were the residences of other noble Houses. Ashton, Danvers, Landers, and others. At the top of the hill was the huge A-frame for House Moramorian, thirty meters tall and a hundred long. The home of his parents. To the right of the A-frame were the stables, the guard tower, and then the large, two-storied private residence of Dobson and Gale Starshine, parents of Susan and Charlotte Ann.

In the sky above, the ghostly white of the smaller pale-yellow moon, Sandahl, peeked through the clouds, lending its light to see by. As he neared his destination, a dozen guards approached, hailing him. Three bulls-eye lanterns hit him at almost the same instant. He stopped and faced them, extending his open hands.

"It's the Duke of Atansha. Stand down." The lights moved away from his face. "My Lord, we did not know you were here. The hour is late. Is something amiss?"

Royce was sure he recognized her voice. "Who is that? Ehvona Potter? Still a Senior Sergeant?"

"Full Lieutenant now, Lord," the guardswoman replied. "We've had no notice of you being here in the capital. I must ask again, is there anything amiss?"

"An officer! Congratulations. It has been awhile. I'm here to visit my wives at the Lord Marshal's house. Nothing amiss. Just checking on them."

"Seek the path to the beginning," she spoke casually.

"June 19, 2020," Royce replied, giving the counter-sign. His birth date.

"Thank you," she replied. "Unless you need us, we'll be on our way." As they moved off, they split into two groups, heading toward the two entrances of the stables.

Royce watched their dim forms disappear into the darkness, then resumed his uphill trek. He approved of Potter's diligence. Illusion, spell, and even shape-change were all possible, and she had given him a solid test. Granted, a trained spy or assassin might know the information, but still she had done it. He would make sure to mention it later to his parents.

Within a few minutes, he reached the outer walkway and approached the two guards on the veranda. Soon satisfied with his identity, they let him into the house.

The servant sleeping in the alcove awoke when the front door opened. "Who is it?" the young girl called.

"Royce Moramorian, here to inquire about Lady Susan and Lady Charlotte Ann." Then he noticed a light on in the drawing room to his right.

Almost as soon as he saw her, Charlotte Ann was up, across the room and into his arms, nearly knocking him over. Excited and with no sign of her normal reserve, she climbed up and wrapped her legs around him. Nightie bunching up at the waist, arms gripping his shoulders tightly. Moving his hands under her butt to support her weight more evenly, he shifted his stance so they didn't fall over.

"Royce! It's you!" Kiss, kiss, kiss. "Oh, it's really you." Kiss, kiss. Then she inhaled deep and slow along his chest. "Oh, you smell so good!"

He grinned, kissing her back, pleased by her welcome. "Hello, Wildcat. How are you? And what are you doing up so late?"

The bubbling grin on her face faded. "Couldn't sleep. So I came down here to read a bit."

"Get much outdoors time?"

"If only! If one more woman asks to rub my belly and what do I think I'm going to have and what will I call it, I swear, there will be victims!"

Royce chuckled, giving her a leisurely kiss. "Be merciful to your kinswomen, my love. How is Susan?"

Charlotte Ann loosened her grip, and dropped her legs. Royce set her down gently.

"Another bad dream tonight. I held her for a while, but she hasn't been sleeping well. She's been beating herself up over what happened, Royce. And with no word from you, she thinks you're still angry with her. You can set her straight and get this settled between you. I'm really glad you're here!"

His hands cupped her face, and he leaned down, kissing her slow and gentle. "I've missed you so much, Charlotte Ann."

She gave a long sigh. "God, you're making me wet already. That's so unfair, Royce! How do you do that, with just a kiss? And how long can you stay?"

"Not too long. Till morning, I think."

"Go back to bed, Pimda." Charlotte Ann put her arm around his waist. "Come along, Husband. Morning will be here all too soon. Let's not waste any time."

In the dim shadow of the light globes, they passed through the main room and up the stairs. "Let Susan know you forgive her, then I want you to show her how much you have missed her. Then, when she is feeling better, I want you to take care of me."

"More kisses, my love?"

She took his hand up to her mouth, nibbling. "To start with, of course. Your hands, which seem to know me so intimately should also participate. Then I want my husband, my man -- you -- to use your magnificent cock to plunder my pussy like you do so well, ride me long and hard and fill me up with what I've been missing." At the top of the stairs, she let his hand go, hiked up her nightie, and putting her hand down her panties, she slipped her fingers inside her own nether lips. "You've been here only a couple of minutes, and I'm already soaked, Royce!" She almost sounded surprised.

He stopped and turned to her.

"God, I can't believe how much I want you to spread my legs and just fuck me. I'm almost creaming right now, thinking about you buried to the hilt inside me."

He caressed her cheek. Then leaned in, bringing his lips to hers. Mouth opened to mouth, tongues dancing. Touching. Then probing and tasting. Hands explored, seeking to touch, caress, squeeze. They moved together, exploring amid sighs and sharp gasps. Using his weight, he moved her back until she was pressed against the wall. When their lips broke apart, he leaned down, putting his teeth to her neck. Charlotte Ann gave a ragged sigh, fingers digging into his back. "You are .. so, so delicious. Sweeter than .. sugar. Oh, Royce!" His mouth worked down to her clavicle, then up to her ear. Her fingers dug deeper, baring her neck for him. She spread her legs as his hand moved along the damp heat at the apex of her thighs, feeling the moisture through robe and panties.

With a groan of frustration, she pushed him away.

"What's wrong, Baby?" Royce had been enjoying her enthusiasm.

"Another moment, and I would jump you right here in the hallway, and to blazes with anyone who finds us." She took a long breath, deliberately slow. "Susan first." Then her posture changed, her mind clearing a little. "Don't take this wrong, because I'm absolutely delighted to see you. But it's the middle of the night, Royce. Why are you here?"

"I had a dream that Susan was crying. It woke me up. I had to check on her, to make sure she was all right. Since neither one of you like it when I use telepathy, I came in person. And I could not wait until morning. I had to know now that she was all right."

A pause, then, "She has been. Crying, I mean. She didn't start out that way. But she would wake me up weeping in her sleep. Begging you to forgive her. Tonight, though, she cried herself to sleep in my arms. And the bad dreams. Tonight she dreamt you sent her away."

"I'd never do such a thing. And that's not like Susan," he remarked.

"No," she agreed. "Mother says it's the baby. Every emotion is magnified ten times. It hasn't hit me and I am so grateful. On the day we left, my sister was a right bitch to you, Royce. You didn't contact her with your telepathy?"

He shook his head. "I know how you both feel about that. To save your life with a warning, or if I feared for your safety. I've kept my promise to you both."

Charlotte Ann took his hand into hers, staring up at him. Then, "I love you, Royce. Come on. Time for you two to mend your tiff."

"A moment, Beloved. How have you been doing? Besides taking care of Susan, how this trip been for you? Any pressure from your father?"

Charlotte Ann's hand tightened noticeably. "Not right now, Royce. Later."

He leaned down, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "So it has been rough. I'm sorry for that," he whispered. "I want to hear about it later. Your word?"

She nodded, then led him to their room. Down the hall they quietly padded, their skill at moving silently automatically adjusting for their passage, completely masking their footsteps. The only sound heard was the quiet shift of the door knob as the latch turned in the socket. The well-greased hinges made no sound as the door opened.

Royce observed their room was the third door on the right. He was glad he had a guide, as he'd been sure their old room was the second door. If the second room was occupied, it could have been seriously awkward!

Inside they stepped. At the click of the door closing, a muffled voice said, "That you, Sis?"

Charlotte Ann lifted his hand, kissed it, then gave him a gentle push.

Using his psionic abilities, he adjusted his vision into the ultraviolet. Shadows retreated, and he could easily see everything in the room. Royce went to the bed and leaned over. "Susan?" A caress of her hair. "Susan?"

"What? Who--Royce?" Suddenly awake, she grabbed his hand while the other sought his face. "Is--is it really you?"

He leaned closer, kissing her cheek. "It's me."




New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 2



She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him roughly. But her own ardor was overwhelmed by her tears. Sniffling, her breath caught and then she began to sob, burying her face into his neck. "You're here? You're really here? I'm sorry, Royce! I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, what's this? Hey, I've missed you, too." Gently he lifted her face and kissed her wet cheeks. Brushing away the tears, he moved to lay next to her on the bed. "I love you, Susan Moramorian. I love you true."

Charlotte Ann went to his feet and began unlacing the top of his boots.

Susan wiped her face, struggling to calm down. "You forgive me? 'Cause I-I couldn't bear it if you were still angry."

"Dear Susan, I was over being hurt that same day. You are my friend, my partner, and my wife." Caressed her face, stroked her hair. "It will take a lot more than that to get rid of me."

She gripped his arms. "Royce, you didn't -- you didn't .. Oh, fuck. You didn't even kiss me goodbye!"

As she started to cry again, he kissed her firmly, passionately. Her muffled cries quieted, then turned to whimpers as she hungrily responded to him.

Charlotte Ann patted his butt affectionately. "Good boy." Then she started removing the other boot.

Susan lost herself in being held, caressed, and thoroughly kissed by her husband. She stopped when he lifted his hips off the bed. In the shadows of the room, she could see her sister pulling off his pants. Curious, she reached between his legs. Yes, she'd taken his underwear, too. Finding him fully hard inflamed her own desire, and her damp pussy ached to be stretched by his thick cock. Gently she stroked his length, remembering how wonderful he could feel, moving so deep inside her belly, filling up the emptiness. Cupping his balls, she felt their weight, savoring the fact that his sperm had taken root inside her womb. Suddenly she craved to feel him probing her depths, filling her pussy with more of his thick cream, giving him pleasure as he gave to her in return.

"Oh, my love," she breathed. "Take me. I want to feel you inside me." Hiking up her nightie, she wriggled underneath him, spreading her legs.

Using his hands, he loosened the tie on her nightgown. Pulling it apart, he exposed her shoulders, then her fleshy globes. One hand squeezed, then rolled her nipple as his mouth inhaled the other. His tongue flicked the swelling nubbin, alternately sucking hard and running his teeth gently along the sensitive skin.

Susan arched her back, pushing her breast at him, her hands running through his hair. "Ahh, mmm, so good. Ah! oh! More."

Sighing as his mouth paid homage to her body, tingles ran from her nipples down her spine and straight to her nether lips. Dampness became wetness as she writhed, rubbing her clit against him.

Royce moved down, grasping her panties. Susan lifted her hips, then as they came off, she spread herself wide. "Inside me, husband. I want you so much."

As he shifted down on the bed, he caught sight of Charlotte Ann in the overstuffed chair across the room, naked. Her legs were also splayed wide, with one hand tweaking her nipple while the other busily rubbed her clit.

"Oh, Royce, I really don't--oh, that is sooo gooood."

Hands on the backs of her legs, he held her center open while his mouth licked up all her wetness. Susan's hands clutched his head as she arched into his mouth, rocking her hips in time with the long full lathing of his tongue along her groove. Up from the bottom of her cavity, caressing both of her swollen lips and outer channel, and then running up to press against the underside of her erect nubbin of pleasure. Susan's gasps soon deepened and her rocking quickened.

"Ohhh. Ohhh, that's ... uh, oh, oh, my ... such ... oh, I love you ... so ... so much."

His tongue paused, flicking the underside of her clit. Susan stiffened, shaking. More long strokes along her wet lips, pressing his tongue, mouth and nose into her slick channel, slurping up all her sweet feminine goodness as fast as he could. Her small whimpers became gasps as she moved in synch with him.

Again he flicked her clit and again she stiffened, then holding his head against her crotch, she bucked and ground against his face, moaning as she heaved and gushed her release. After a few seconds, her legs clamped around his head signaling her hypersensitivity to direct contact. Royce resumed licking up her cream and kissing her inner thighs. As her body calmed and her legs loosened their grip on him, he gently licked the bottom of her channel and outer lips. She ran her hands affectionately through his hair.

"Such a talented mouth," she breathed. "Now, will you come up and enter me? I long to join my body to yours, Beloved."

With a grin, he moved up over her. She eagerly reached for his erection, guiding it to her sopping pussy. As his hips settled on hers, his thick length stretched and probed into her welcoming heat, nearly filling her in one stroke. A slight shift and he was buried in her depths, his balls on her butt. Susan wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles over the small of his back. "Much better," she sighed, then reached up and kissed him, long and slow. "So much better. Oh, Goddess, how I've missed you."

Royce leaned over her, touching his forehead to hers. "I have missed your smile, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your body next to mine at night. I love you, Susan Moramorian. My sweet Susan." With a small movement, he pressed into her center, his crown brushing her cervix. Another leisurely kiss.

And that's how they began. A kiss, a caress, a slow in and out stroking of her depths. As he moved slowly within her, she undid the buttons on his shirt, undid the laces on his vest. Tossing them aside, she reveled in feeling the muscles in his strong arms, touching his bare chest.

"Fifteen days. Fifteen long nights," she moaned. "I love my sister, but I have really missed having your cock inside me, Royce."

His hand moved to squeeze her breast while his mouth nibbled along her neck.

"Ahhh. I love you, Royce. My man ... ah, ah! Oh, my. Every time is new, the way ... oh, the wonderful way you fill my pussy." Her hands stroked his back, loving the feel of his bare skin under her fingers.

He lifted up, taking his weight off her belly, lengthening his strokes. Matching his movements, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, rocking to grind against him as his balls met her butt, impaling herself on his thick shaft. Arching her back, she squeezed her legs around him.

"Hunh, hah, ah. Harder, Royce. Oh, oh. Yes!" She reached up, both hands hanging on to his shoulders as his pace picked up. "I want you .. to fill me up. Oh, Royce!"

Faster and faster, his hips crashing into her, burying his hard cock into her wet cavity. Royce moaned low. "Oh, Susan! Not gonna ... last long."

Susan humped back harder. "Gonna come ... on you ... hunh, ah, ah! ... come, baby! Come in MEEE!" All thought left as her pussy exploded around his hard cock churning in her slick, hot pussy. Her hands reached down and grabbed onto his butt, digging deep. Wetness covered his pistoning shaft as he plowed into her.

Royce growled and shoved into her hot center, holding her tight as her body bucked against him. With the pleasure of release, his crown swelled against her cervix and began spewing hot sperm into her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Susan yelled, then sobbed as she ground her pussy onto his cock, eagerly taking every single drop that he gave to her. As the hot sticky mass in her belly grew, she shivered.

He leaned down, kissing her face, seeking her mouth. "I love you," he grunted. The last pulses of his balls faded. "So sexy, so beautiful." He nuzzled her face, surprised by her fresh tears. "Why are you crying?"

Her legs still gripping him, she clung to him. "I -- I just love you so much. Friend, husband, lover ... and father of our child. Oh, my beloved, gorgeous man! Marrying you was ... the best decision I ever made."

He chuckled. "For me, too. You and Charlotte Ann -- I cannot imagine my life without either of you."

Wiping her eyes, sniffing, Susan looked around in the darkness. "Where is Charlotte Ann?"

Her voice, heavy with lust, came across the room. "I'm here, Susan. Waiting my turn." Wet sounds came from the direction of her voice.

"Oh," Susan ran her hands gently through his hair. "I was going to ask you to love me again, Royce. But you should give my sister her due. She hasn't shown it, but I know she's missed you, too."

"All right," he said, and started to pull out when Charlotte Ann spoke. "Stay where you are, Royce. Do what she wants. Pound her pussy again. Ride her hard and cream my sister good. Susan, you have cried for days for want of him. He's here right now because he heard you. I want him, too, but hearing you two together, easing the pain in your heart pleases me greatly. I love you, Susan. When you hurt, I hurt. Take your time, Sister. Be with him. Love him as many times as you need to. Sate yourself. I will wait for my turn with him."

More sounds of wet movement came through the darkness. Royce, with his ultra-vision, could see her fingers pumping slowly into her hairy cleft.

"Well, my love?" he replied, amused. Holding himself up with one arm, he used the other to caress Susan's cheek.

"Thank you, Sister," she said gratefully.

"That's nice," he said. "But what I meant was, how do you want me? Stay where we are with you on your back? Would you like a turn on top? Another slow start? Hard and fast?"

"Oh." She gently touched his nose, then traced his chin. "On my hands and knees, feeling you pound into me, taking me for your own."

He kissed her long. "Okay. But you're going to have to let me go."

As her legs released him, he pulled out with a wet, squishy sound. As he sat on his haunches, she pulled the remnants of her night gown off, then rolled over, putting her ass high into the air. Susan grabbed a pillow, and hunkered down.

Outside their room, footsteps approached, pausing by their door. Terse words spoken but too muffled to discern. Charlotte Ann muttered, "Mother fuck." Getting up, she reached for her sword. Royce saw her move, and realizing her intention, covered his eyes as he adjusted his vision to the normal spectrum. As the blade came free of its scabbard, its eldritch magic filled the room with light. Startled, Susan gasped in surprise, then covered her eyes.

Muffled conversation could be heard on the other side of the door. Charlotte Ann, naked, her smokey blue eyes now black pools of fury, pointed her fingers at them both. "Do. Not. Stop. I will deal with whatever is out there."

Royce managed to simply nod.

"Okay." Susan arched and wiggled her butt at Royce, showing him her puffy, come-covered pussy.

Placing one hand on her hip to steady her, he used his other to guide his cock inside. With a push, he easily slid deep into her tight sheath. Susan sighed, pushing back against him. "Oh, yeah."

Distracted, the next thing they knew was the light of her magic blade winked out as Charlotte Ann, without a stitch of clothing, stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Royce moved inside Susan, but he wondered if he should be out there with Charlotte Ann. One part of him wanted to keep his awareness to the door, but knew that such would not be giving Susan his fullest attention, and Charlotte Ann had insisted that he do just that. Both hands on her hips, he stroked deep into her cavity.

"Oh, my love, you are hitting a really good spot." Susan lifted up onto her hands so that she could meet his thrusts with movement of her own. Royce pulled her harder, his hips slapping against her butt, his balls pressing into her labia. Susan moaned, her mind on his cock spearing into her pussy. "Really good," she moaned.

Outside, Charlotte Ann stood her ground in front of the bedroom door, the bright light from her blade illuminating the entire second floor hallway. In front of her was the imposing hulk of Dobson Starshine, her father, in night clothes and a robe. Royce was a big man at one hundred eighty-five centimeters and a hundred kilograms. Dobson was almost two hundred centimeters and thirty kilos heavier. She glared up at her father's bearded face, the brown peppered liberally with gray streaks. His hazel eyes quickly hid their shock and turned their usual, critical eyes onto her.

Beside him was the much smaller form of her mother, Gale. Blue eyes and thick, curly brown hair. Robed for sleep. Diminutive, especially next to her husband, she exuded ruffled calm. At her height, she caught sight of her daughter's aroused, wet pussy, and her eyes went wide.

Behind them were two household guards, Devon Ranwille and Tolan Ashton, men she'd known for at least ten years. To their credit, both were trying not to stare at her nudity.

"Daughter, why are you standing armed and naked in the hallway?"

"Finding out who is making a fuss outside my bedroom. I would much rather be inside, but one doesn't always get to chose how one meets intruders, do they? What is the problem, Father? Is someone hurt or missing? I can be dressed and ready in two minutes."

"Hmmph. We heard noises. Yelling. What is going on in there?"

Sharp, muffled cries from Susan could be heard through the door behind.

Charlotte Ann scowled. "Huh. If it's any business of yours, Father -- and it is not -- Susan is getting what's she's needed for a while now."

"None of my business? You dare? Here? In my house?"

From the corner of her eyes, Charlotte Ann saw the sharp glance her mother gave her husband. Dobson Starshine was the acknowledged head of their family, but the house and everything in it was under Gale's purview.

Dobson tried to move past her, but with a hand and an elbow, she easily deflected him. His surprise told her he hadn't expected her resistance. Charlotte Ann struggled to keep her temper in check. "By law if not in your eyes, I am an adult, Father. So is Susan. We are also lawfully wedded. With all due respect, what goes on in our bedroom is none of your concern. None."

"This is my house. I am the Lord Marshal of Tildor. Since you insist on playing soldier, I outrank you, little girl. Now open that door."

Charlotte Ann held her ground even as his words stabbed deep into her heart. The death of hope is always a tragedy. At that instant she realized that no matter what she did, her father would never respect her as a warrior.

Susan's loud cry of "Oh fuck!" could be heard through the wooden door.

"Who's in there with her?" Her father outmatched her by two head-spans in height, nearly twice her weight, and he was as strong as hill giant. Charlotte Ann tried to stop him. Using his bulk, he reached the door knob and turned it. "I won't allow this--"

Instantly Charlotte Ann responded, her sword point a hairs breadth from his neck. He froze.

"I said, it's none of your business. One more step and blood kin or not, I will cut you, Father."

As the door slowly swung open, the light from her magic blade illuminated the bedroom. Though her face was hidden by her long hair, Susan's crouched form on the bed could clearly be seen, her full breasts swaying as she bucked on her husband's cock. Susan saw her parents and stopped.

"Dad? Mom?" Horrified, Susan covered her face with her hands.

Dobson stared at Susan and Royce, then at Charlotte Ann.

Royce stopped thrusting and pulled out. Outwardly calm, he got off the bed.

Moving back her blade to en garde, Charlotte Ann's scathing words could be clearly heard. "As you can clearly see, Father, you have rudely interrupted my husband making love to his wife. Like my sister, I crave his touch and I enjoy copulating with him. It's a wife's privilege to enjoy her husband's cock as often as she desires it. It had been my sincere hope that when he was done pleasuring Susan that he would ride me and make me come, too. I love them both more than I can say. Susan really needed him tonight. You've ruined that for her, Father, and I think that is a God-damn shame."

As her words registered, Dobson's surprise turned to anger. What stopped him from doing or saying anything was the look of pure rage on his daughter's face.

Sperm erupted out of Susan's gaping pussy, dribbling onto the bed, followed by three pussy farts, and more sperm. Susan rolled to her side, covering her face with her pillow.

Gale glanced at the thick, long erection between Royce's legs. Even as it began to droop, a long, thin strand of semen oozed out the head. Just like his father, she thought. Lucky girls.

Royce blinked. Clear as a bell, he heard her thoughts. He hadn't intended to overhear them. Sometimes, if it was clear and strong enough, it just happened. He filed it away. As upsetting as the interruption was, he knew it was important that he let Charlotte Ann handle her parents. Especially her father.

Gale inserted herself between her husband and her eldest child. "CharIotte Ann, you are absolutely right. This is none of our business." Turning, she gave her husband a shove with both hands and snapped, "Dobson! Let's go! You've done enough damage for one night."

Royce gently put his hand on Charlotte Ann's shoulder, staring at his father. "Come back to bed, beloved Wife."

Still defiant, eyes locked on her father, Charlotte Ann nodded once. "Beloved Husband." Like a warrior in hostile territory, she stepped backwards from the door frame, sword still at the ready.

Susan, on the bed, pulled the blankets over herself and curled up into a ball.

Gale thanked and dismissed the guards, then marched down the hall, back to bed.

Royce closed the door. When it snicked shut, he moved in front of her, asking quietly, "Are you all right?"

Outside, the heavy footsteps of Dobson Starshine storming off could be heard. Royce glanced at the door, then leaned closer to her.

Charlotte Ann closed her eyes briefly. "I'll be fine." She was afraid if she acknowledged how much she hurt, she'd fall apart. Part of her just wanted to fall into Royce's arms and bawl her head off. She told herself sternly that she was a soldier and to buckle down. Whatever her skill, she was grateful she was able to live doing what she wanted. If she focused on Susan, she could put aside everything else. She sheathed her sword in one clean motion. The room plunged back into darkness. Unerringly, she went to the bed and crawled in beside her sister.

Royce moved his hand gently over the light globe by the door. Dim light filled the room.

Susan reached out and clung to her sister.

He took a long breath. What a fucking mess, he thought.

Royce heard Charlotte Ann comforting Susan, and Susan sniffling. Moving over to the bed, he put his hands on Susan's hip. "Okay, having people break in while you're trying to make love is not any fun. We're all adults here. We'll survive, Ladies."

"Bu-bu-but my Dad saw my pussy! With-with-with sperm coming out."

"I'm sure he's seen something like it before, Susan. It's awkward, but we can move on." He ran his hand gently over her back, puzzled. "Why are you acting this way?"

"I-I'm sorry, so sorry! I-I just--" Her voice caught, and she buried her face in Charlotte Ann's neck, sobbing.

Charlotte Ann look up at him, her eyes angry and hard. "He has seen it before. Our father. When the slavers had us. Dianne and I found Susan chained on the wagon. She'd been there for hours. I killed the man raping her. We were getting her loose when Father found us. Naked or nearly so. Both of us bruised and battered and filthy with dirt and blood. When we got her upright, sperm gushed out, running down her legs. Yeah, he's seen us naked before."

"What did he do?"

"Stood there," Charlotte Ann said, caressing her sister. "Like a warrior who's seen too much battle. He wouldn't look at us, much less meet our eyes. I love you, Royce and I love what your body does to me. But back then? I don't know if I could have stood any man touching me. Seeing the look on his face, I was afraid of my own father, because he was a man." Susan nodded. "Your mother and Peral Finlay arrived then. They gave us blankets. Your mother yelled at him. Snapped him out of it. Then she ordered him to find and gather up the rest of slaves and bring them to her. Thinking back, I'd say he was grateful to your mother, Royce, for giving him something to do."




New Girl Ch. 02 Pt. 2



"Sweet Mother of Holy Rena, Susan." A slow breath. "There's no way this isn't going to sound callous, but I'm going to say it anyway. I want you to put this away for the moment and talk about another issue. I am concerned about the lack of trust shown here. He had no right to come barging in here like that. This is your room, your sleeping area. You're his kids, but you are also grown women. By the turn of next year, you will both have babies of your own!" Royce leaned close to Susan before he spoke again. "Charlotte Ann has taken the brunt of this disrespect for a while now, but tonight he included you, Susan. I want to know, do you want to leave here? We can go right now. We'll pack and I'll get us a room at one of the inns in town. I will have no problem waking up some innkeeper."

She struggled and slowly regained her composure. "N-n-no. I wanna ... see what Mom says tomorrow." Susan wiped her eyes and sniffed.

Charlotte Ann agreed.

"Very well. For your sake's, I've stood by and held my peace. I'm putting you both on notice I am reaching my limit. I wouldn't tolerate this from anyone else, not even my own parents."

Looking around, Royce saw a pile of hand towels on the dresser by the door. He poured some water into a basin and dampening one edge, brought one to Susan. She wiped her face, blew her nose, and handed it back to him. Surprised, he took it. At a loss, he looked around before finally tossing it onto the floor by the door.

Charlotte Ann raised her eyebrows. "Did you just look for laundry chute?"

"Uh ... yeah?"

Susan suddenly giggled. "I don't know why, but that's funny."

Charlotte Ann grinned back at her. "No doubt. Someone I know argued laundry chutes were frivolous, but he seems to use one all the time now."

"So he did, and so he does." Susan sat up and grinned, wiping her eyes.

"I resemble that remark." Royce ran his hand over Susan's shoulder. "Next question. Do you need time alone to deal these feelings?"

"What-what are you saying?" Susan pulled away from her sister, turning to face him.

"Do you want me to leave? Give you some privacy with each other?" he asked quietly.

Susan looked stunned. "Oh, no, baby," she whispered. "Please don't go. Yes, it brought up the past. But if anyone understands what we went through, it's you. You were there, Royce, and you suffered, too. Because of you and your sister, we are alive today. I'll never forget that. I also know that you are right. Being exposed like that, well, it -- it's awkward and embarrassing, but that's all. I cry at everything and nothing. At times I feel mixed up and ... and crazy." She held up her hand while she forced herself to calm down. "I don't know why I'm like this. I honestly don't. Believe me, Royce, I want you here."

He looked at Charlotte Ann, who was plainly devastated. "If you left right now, I don't know if I could stand it. Please don't go."

Pleased and relieved, he nodded, reaching out to touch them both, reassure them. "I needed to ask. Okay, next item. Once the door opened, I heard everything that was said. Charlotte Ann, tell me what happened when you went outside. And I mean everything."

She hesitated at first, unsure if she could talk without losing it. Susan was already having a tough time and Charlotte Ann wanted, no, needed to be strong for her. As she spoke, she latched onto the idea of a soldier giving a scouting report to her commander. Her voice steadied and she began to unload. He didn't interrupt, letting her speak at her own pace. "That it?" he asked when she was done.

"Yes," she replied.

"I know you love him, but I am fed up with him putting you down, Charlotte Ann. This has got to stop--"

"It will," she affirmed. "I'm done. You're right, he's my father. I will always love him. But I'm so tired of the hurt. I understand now that no matter what I do, I'll never be good enough for him. I've tried so hard and -- and," she took a long breath to steady herself, her lower lip trembling. "Why does he treat me that way? Joamne spent time in the militia, she goes out adventuring, and he can't say enough about her. What did I do that was so bad?"

Royce reached over and taking hold of her legs, drew Charlotte Ann to the edge of the bed. Gently but firmly, he pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. She held tightly him in return, leaning into his strong embrace.

"I honestly don't know the answer to that, my love." His forehead to hers, he kissed away the sudden tears that escaped. "I need you. I love you. Our people know your true worth, Charlotte Ann. My brave, fierce warrior woman. You stood there so strong and I didn't know you were bleeding inside. We love and believe in you, Wildcat." Taking her face into his two hands, he kissed her slowly.

Her heart was near to bursting with emotion. Their love made her hurt bearable. When his tongue pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth, sighing. Welcoming his exploration of her mouth, dancing with him, tasting him.

She felt him harden. Moaning, she rubbed her belly against his cock, hungry anew for his touch, his strength, and to feel the hardness of his sex embedded within her center. When he broke their kiss to nibble his way along her neck, she bared it for him. Her hand reached down, stroking his shaft, enjoying the throbbing heat she held. "God, Royce, you send shivers down my back and make me flow like a river." Her other hand caressed his face and stroked through his hair. "I think this one seeks a wet notch to impale."

"Would you like that?" he breathed on her neck.

She gasped and shook. "I need you, Royce. Need you more than I can say with words." She lifted her legs, aiming his hard shaft to her nether lips. "Fill me, Husband. I want to feel you deep inside me, seeking my womb. I want to feel your hot, sticky sperm spraying inside my pussy."

Wriggling her butt, she scooted onto on the edge of the bed. Using her legs, she tried to draw him deeper inside. There was as much arousal as there was simple need to be held, loved, and wanted by her man. Royce pulled away and tried move down, but she held him tightly. "No, not this time. I know you want to taste me, but I've been ready to take your beautiful cock since you arrived. Enter me, Husband. Drive into me, stretch my depths with the want of me." Her lips ran along his chin, her tongue licking his face.

"You are so sexy," he said quietly. Hands to her hips, Royce moved closer, pushing deeper.

Charlotte Ann's legs wrapped around him. "Mmmm, yes."

She lay back on the bed, hanging on to his upper arms. Matching her, he leaned down, eyes locked to hers. Lust and love in his face. All for her. She needed this intimate connection, the trust, the love as much as she needed the sweaty desire to stuff her empty pussy with hard cock. His cock.

Royce slipped in and out easily, now bottoming out in her hot center. He enjoyed the wet heat of her body enveloping him. She felt so good, the slick warmth of her sex wrapped lovingly around his engorged organ. "I love you, Wildcat."

Charlotte Ann opened up to his presence, banishing all the emotional pain, focusing on her love for her man. His hips rocked faster, and she matching him, counter thrust to thrust. "My beloved," she gasped. "Come for me."

He groaned, gripping her shoulders with his hands, squeezing them, holding her in place. The wet sound of his long, thick shaft driving into deep her hot cavity, pulling out, driving back in. He could feel his balls tighten.

"Soon," he gasped.

Short, deep breaths escaped from her. All thought was now on him moving within her slick, sensitive tunnel. The sweet friction of his thick, long cock and his fat crown stroking the length of her sex. Her own body's eager response to take and envelope and embrace him.

Royce thrust harder, faster. Then the explosive pleasure as tension released. Growling, he gripped her, his weight descending as he shoved into her pussy, pressing from side to side, spewing thick, sticky ropes of sperm at the mouth of her womb.

Without thought, knowing that she had pleasured him filled her with delight, and she ground her crotch against him, wanting everything he gave her. As his thrusting eased, she begged, "Don't stop." Gasp. "Again. So close."

Kissing her roughly, he understood her need. He lifted his weight off her chest and resumed thrusting. The slickness of her pussy became viscous as his semen coated the length of her channel, then worked its way out. Royce focused on her, giving short, hard strokes, then a long, slow one that pressed hard into her.

Her gasps turned to whimpers. Her hips worked and rocked faster. Lifting her head, she looked down and watched his cock stretching the lips of her swollen pussy. The hair of her crotch covered with his sperm. Feeling the wet mess running down her ass as his balls slapped against her butt. Coils deep in her belly tightened and her head snapped up, looking into his face. "Oh, Royce!"

He felt her body stiffen, saw her eyes roll up and close. Harder he drove as she slowly arched under him. Then a heaving gasp as she sprang into him, madly humping his cock as her pussy convulsed and throbbed around him.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Hah! Hunnngh! Oh, my love ... ahhh ... my love!" Her arms flew up, holding onto him as she bucked and moaned. Waves of pleasure filling her pussy and radiating outward.

"That's it, baby. Come on my cock. Take all you want." Royce grinned as he grunted, pounding vigorously into her wet, hot crevice, enjoying the milking she gave his cock as much as her writhing body responding to his. The tingle in his balls again so soon surprised him.

Groaning, he slammed into her sex. Slap! Slap! Slap! Then he shoved against her, his face full of surprise. "Oh, Wildcat!"

Her pussy went from throbbing to tingling, and then she felt his cock swell again. More hot semen splashed against her cervix and she cried out, exploding a second time. Her fingers dug into his back, clawing into his skin, drawing blood. He grunted louder, shoving harder.

For long seconds they lay there, hearts beating thunderously and gasping for air, while cock and pussy conveyed gentle, intimate sensation through simple union. Eventually breathing slowed. He lifted his weight off her, using one hand to caress her face, brush back dark curls.

She looked up at him, wonder and love on her face. She took his hand with both of hers and kissed and nuzzled it. "I needed that," she whispered. "I needed you."

"You are a beautiful woman. I know that I am lucky to have you in my life." Then he grinned wickedly. "And I am so glad you crave my cock and enjoy copulating with me."

Charlotte Ann suddenly snickered. "I just bet you are." She pulled him down for a gentle kiss. "Me, too."

"That was beautiful. Wild and rough, but beautiful all the same. I told you, she missed you, Royce." Startled, they looked up. Both had forgotten Susan was even there. She was curled near the head of the bed. "We both needed you."

He looked down at Charlotte Ann. "Want me to move?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no. I didn't think I would, but Susan is absolutely right. I like this almost as much as the first part. Just laying here with your hard cock inside me after the release of our passions; it's so ... intimate and personal."

Royce nodded in agreement.

"Will you stay with us awhile, Royce?" Susan asked.

"He'd better," Charlotte Ann said. "He needs to make love to you again."

"Oh?" she asked. "Why is that?"

"Because you didn't get to finish properly. And that's not right."

"My pussy feels pretty well fucked, Sister."

Despite himself, Royce grinned.

Charlotte Ann sighed in satisfaction, running her hands slowly across his chest. "The man loves what he does. But he needs to, you need to. Before he leaves us."

"No changes to the original plan?" he asked.

Charlotte Ann shook her head. "Thorband and Arionna won't be here until sometime tomorrow. I was promised a visit, and I haven't seen them since our wedding. I really would like to spend some time with them."

Royce looked at Susan.

"We'll finish out our visit," she acknowledged. "And I want to talk to Mom. Not just about tonight, though that's important. I also want to talk about Charlotte Ann and Dad--"

"I've nothing to say to him!" The dark-haired woman frowned.

Susan waited a moment, then continued. "I don't expect you to. Not at this point. I'm a healer, Sister. I want this healed between people that I love. Allow me this, please. It may go all wrong, but I need to try."

"All right, very well."

"That was easy," Royce observed.

"I'm feeling generous," Charlotte Ann replied.

"I see. Susan," Royce said, "Scoot over and move back the blankets. Charlotte Ann, let's move up there by your sister."

"I gotta move?" She pouted dramatically. "That means you have to pull out! Oh, man!"

"Relax, Wildcat. I'll spoon up behind you and slip back in. As long it remains hard, it's yours. Susan can snuggle up behind me."

Charlotte Ann unlocked her legs from his hips. "All right. That sounds fair. I still want you to make love to her before you go."

As they moved on the bed, Susan got off and straightened out the blankets. "If he wishes, I'd like that."

As she sat up to disengage their bodies, he whispered, "After I make love to Susan, I intend to take another round with you, too." His second wife said nothing, but grinned happily. "Right now," he continued, "A little rest and holding."

Charlotte Ann went to the edge of the mattress and Royce settled behind her. She curled her legs up and he entered her smoothly. She reached for his free hand and placed it on her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze and she sighed in contentment.

Susan settled the blankets over them, then retied her long tresses of pale blonde hair. Turning off the light globe, she slid in behind her husband. Her hand ran up his flank and narrow hips to his strong back. Unable to help herself, she kissed and licked him gently. He gave his own contented sigh. Adjusting her pillow, she moved as close as she could, the smell of him filling her with comfort, and peaceful sleep soon claimed her.

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New Girl Ch. 03



A Tale from Skyra

by T. J. Skywind

Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor

Date: May 2048

Miri Livona Tanner was naked and happy. Their blanket lay under the shade of the alder and cottonwood trees. Nearby, to the east, the ocean surf washed the wide, sandy shore in a slow and muted rhythm. The sun beat down warm without being too hot and a slight breeze played with her hair. At the moment, her legs were up by breasts, and her lover was fully buried in her pussy, having filled her again with his sperm. Their previous emissions pooled at her butt on the blanket, but she didn't care. Her thick, long black hair was loose, and her hazel eyes looked down to the vee of her crotch where her mound of black hair was impaled by his long, thick cock. He felt so good, deep inside, stretching her depths and brushing against her womb. They were joined and she loved the hard feel of him probing her sex, loved it when he came inside her. She caressed his face.

Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, took a deep breath, then leaned down for a kiss. 

Miri sighed, eagerly opening her mouth to his. She craved his body. A look from his dark brown eyes could make her knees weak and her heart skip. Whenever he came in her, it triggered a visceral response from her pussy, even if she was just coming down from an orgasm. At twenty-five, Miri had had her share of lovers, but from the first time she saw his cock, it was if her pussy seized control of her mind and never let go. On that fateful day, she had gotten down on all fours, crawled to him and licked his sex, and then turned around and begged him to mount her. He did so, and it was no more than a few minutes of rough thrusting, but she'd come hard – twice – with barely a pause between explosions. Ever since, for more than a year now, she'd been hooked.

Most of their times in the manor were short. She'd kiss him, wet his cock down before she hiking up her dress. Most of the time she bent over, but sometimes she lay down on her back so she could see his face. Within minutes of his hard thrusting, he would cream deep inside her, and feeling his hot come was usually enough to have her explode around him. Day to day, just seeing him and catching his eyes, and the possibility of them having a quick union, would get her pussy damp and loose. Except for winter time, she didn't put on her underwear until after he came inside her. Then, after the first couple of months, he changed things up. Most of the time, they still had their stolen moments. But for variety, some days he just held her in his arms and kissed her. Or he'd open her shirt and then suck and knead her breasts. Or he'd lay her back and lick her lick her pussy until she came on his face. Sometimes having her pussy eaten was the worst, because then she really wanted him inside, but then he would have to leave. Whatever he wanted, she willing gave to him. Then there were those wonderful and too few days, every month or so, when they could spend hours together. Like today. Even better, she could be as loud as she wanted and nobody would hear them.

Clean shaven, Royce was tall with strong, wide shoulders. Both his hair and his eyes were dark brown, and of late, his hair was getting longer. As he leaned down, his locks framed his face. He, too, was enjoying this longer interlude, relishing their time together. Miri had sucked him off, smearing his come over her large breasts with obvious enthusiasm. Then he'd returned the favor, spending time suckling her breasts, and then eating her pussy. Miri came, over and over, until her crotch was soaked and she pleaded with him to enter her body. Regeneration allowed him to stay hard after ejaculating. He had ridden her with firm, deliberate strokes, taking time to enjoy their union as well as satisfying the underlying desire for her body. After his first come, he took it slower, taking time and enjoying the sensation of penetration and intimacy, until the final build-up and release. Royce sighed contentedly, his hard cock still held by the velvety grip of her pussy.

As his tongue touched hers, she moaned, rocking her hips against him.

When he broke their kiss, he nuzzled her cheek. "I think you want to go again."

"Please?" she sighed. "I never seem to get enough. Even when you leave my pussy sore, my body still aches for you."

"What am I going to do with you?" Kissed her neck.

She arched, baring it for him. "What we have been. Fucking as often as we can." 

"It's not just fucking, Miri. I like you. Care for you. And I know you feel the same."

Miri looked at him, nodding slowly. "You're right, my Lord. But it changes nothing. I am Senior Lady-in-Waiting to Lady Susan, your First Wife. We can do this because she has given you permission to lay with other women – but only so as long as she does not find out about it and you do not neglect her. Lady Susan is my mistress, and since entering her service, I have come to love and admire her. Officially, you have an open marriage. But the truth is, she has never slept with anyone else since your wedding. If she found out you were having an affair with me, it would wound her deeply, for she calls me her friend. I hate hiding us. Being forced to leave her service would hurt less than the pain it would give her heart. As much as I want you, need you, I won't willingly hurt her."

And all the while she spoke, her hips rocked against him, keeping him hard.

"Your loyalty and devotion to Susan are just a few of your admirable qualities, Miri. Be assured, I love both Susan and Charlotte Ann. I would never ask you to hurt either of them." He nipped her neck, causing her to shiver. "We have time for another round, maybe two, and then a quick dip in the surf before we have to leave."

Miri's heart soared.

He lifted up, slowly pulling out of her. "I want you on your hands and knees, Miri."

The emptiness of his withdrawal was replaced by the anticipation of him riding her from behind. She thought of that position as primal, raw sex. She seemed to come harder when he was behind her. Even the name used by the priests – Stallion to Mare – spoke of its animal nature. She slowly turned over and lifted her ass, showing him her dripping pussy, the pink of her inner walls, the ring of his sperm around her engorged, hairy labia, offering herself to him. Miri crouched down, arching her back, making her pussy even easier for him to penetrate. Her heart jumped when she felt his hands on her hips. Male mounting female, driving deep, taking what she offered, thundering into her center, and at the end, giving of himself by filling her cavity with his hot seed. Even as she doubted he felt the same way as she herself did, she felt that by him mounting her, coming in her, marked her as his woman. Before him, she hadn't even been looking for a lover. Since that first time, she couldn't imagine – no, refused to imagine what it would be like not to feel his body take her, stretch her, fill her.

She inhaled sharply when she felt the crown of his cock nudge her nether lips apart. She widened her stance. With so much lubricant and sperm on his cock and inside her pussy, he easily stroked into her, parting her until his crotch rested against her butt cheeks, inside her so deep his fat knob brushed against her cervix. Miri moaned deeply. "Yes!"

When his hands reached over her back, she felt him lift up, changing the angle as he crouched behind her, pressing himself into her welcoming, wet warmth. When his hands gripped her shoulder, her pussy twitched in anticipation. 

"You want it, Miri?" he asked. 

"Yes, I want it!" she husked, tensing. "Hard and fast!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Royce pounded into her, her whole body shaking with the force of his thrusting. Miri felt like he was driving a stake into her, that he would split her open. "Oh! Oh! Yeah! Unh!" Her moans quickly turned to loud cries, the delicious friction of his movements sending ripples of pleasure the length of her channel. Within minutes, her pussy convulsed around his hard, relentless humping. 

"Ohhh!" Her walls milked his cock, urging him on. Shaking and bucking under him, his grip held her in place while he continued to ride her, his erection spearing into her center. 

She was still spasming when she heard a surprised, "Oh!" and then a large grunt. Miri cried out even louder when she felt his hot come splash deep inside, triggering yet another wave of explosions in her loins. Unlike his normal ejaculations, he hardly paused, his cock spewing cream all along her passage as he drove in and out. Royce just kept pumping into her. 

More minutes of him destroying her. She came again, her pussy throbbing around his cock. And again. Miri's legs began to give out, held up only by the force and vigor of his thrusting. Her pussy twitched almost continuously, gripping and releasing his cock as he worked it hard and fast into her. Then he slammed into her depths, creaming her yet again. Her body responded to him. Miri didn't even have time to cry out. She simply blacked out for several seconds. When she returned to awareness, her breath was a ragged series of gasps escaping her shivering body. 

When he finished ejaculating, he slowly he released his grip on her, dropping his knees onto the ground. Slowly, his own heart returned to normal. While Miri recovered, he ran his hands over her back, massaging her muscles, eliciting sighs and even a few gasps.

After a bit, he pulled her up, so that she leaned with her back against his chest. His arms went around her waist and she sighed. He was still hard inside her. Miri felt totally female, her body possessed by his.

"I don't want this day to end," she said at last.

"It won't really," he replied. "We will cherish it in our memories."

She nodded. She would do just that. "Still, things will be changing. For all of us."

"Yes," he agreed, breathing into her hair. 

For the past two months, both of his wives had been trying to conceive. Charlotte Ann, his Second Wife and Lord Marshal, was the first to become pregnant. She was almost two months along. And just a few days earlier, his First Wife, Susan, had finally obtained her own desire. While Lady Susan wanted to wait a month or so, to make sure the pregnancy was viable, the women around Lady Susan were excited for her success. Miri herself was genuinely happy for her mistress. She loved Lady Susan and wanted her to be as happy as she herself was.

Miri closed her eyes, reveling in his embrace. "I will need to leave for several days," she told him. "Lady Susan will ask you to take me to the capital, where I will visit the temple of Osh Mayan." Osh Mayan was the Ba'lorian god of water, magic, and fertility.

He ran his hand over belly, lingering over her mons. "To cover your own pregnancy?" 

"You know?" Startled, she turned her head briefly. "Of course you know." She stared off to the rolling waves gently washing the shore, inhaled the salt air. Her hands covered his hand on her belly. Their child. She closed her eyes, incredibly happy. Though slowly softening, his cock still impaled her sex from behind, his hand holding her close. Never would she have believed she could feel so happy, so complete. In the far distance, seagulls wheeled and dove into the water.

"I wasn't trying to hide it from you," she said at last. "When Lady Susan made you take off your Birth Control Ring, I saw it as my own chance. I know that with your bloodline, I will carry longer, maybe even as long as a year. If I leave in the next week or so for the temple and pay my donation, when my time comes, it will appear as if I carried the normal length of time for a human woman. Another half-truth, another sin for me to bear, but this too I do willingly."

He nuzzled into her hair, saying nothing.

"Does it surprise you that I hunger not just for your body, but also for your children? I do. They will bear my clan name, of course. Maybe one day, I can tell them about their father, and they will come to know you."

Royce was amused. "That's twice you've said 'they.' You plan on more than one?"

"If you chose otherwise, I will understand, but – no, that's not true. I won't understand. Not at all. My Lord, I worship you with my body. I want to give you many sons and daughters. Your entire bloodline is filled with intelligence, wisdom – with great warriors, powerful mages, and gifted priests. Even your younger sister who has chosen to be an artist is making a name for her talent. You are strong, handsome, of good heart, and our duke. What woman seeking to bear strong, healthy children who has such a mate would be satisfied with just one child?"

"I am ... honored by your choice, Miri. Humbled, even. You see yourself as my mate?"

"One of them. Or so I hope. I cannot see myself being with another man. Is that too bold?"

"No. Not at all. I hope one day, at least in private, you will call me by my name."

She reached down to her crotch, her fingers touching where her fat labia were parted by his cock, her crotch soaked by his sperm and her juices. "Too dangerous, my Lord. I might slip and call you by your name in front of others. And then we would be undone. Besides," Miri grinned. "Lady Susan has told me that she plans on another child as soon as custom allows. I will have my chance then. You are quite a lover, my Lord. And potent, too. Mayet, too, is with child."

"Is she? I haven't seen her around in a while. How is she taking it?"

It was because of Mayet, the black woman with creamy undertones who misinterpreted Royce's kindness and offered herself to him, that Miri was with Royce at all. On impulse, Royce had accepted her offer, and Miri had discovered them in the supply closet. Seeing his hard cock had been her own undoing. 

When Royce learned Mayet was a former slave, he had entrusted Mayet's care and education to Miri's guidance. Mayet had been effusive in her gratitude, determined to master literacy. Her former owners had instilled in her the belief that women were fit only for sex, and that reading was beyond their skill. Yet in just over a year, the former child prostitute was making great strides in both knowledge and self-esteem. 

"She is pleased, my Lord, knowing she carries your child. I thought I would be jealous of her. Instead I find that I am happy for her, too -- as happy as I am for Lady Susan and Lady Charlotte Ann. You have given all of us what we craved. I feel blessed, and wish for each of us to bear a strong, healthy child."

"You continue to amaze me, Miri. The compassion in your heart is yet another trait that makes you beautiful."

"Come, Lord. We both know that there are many women prettier than I am. Even Mayet is comelier."

"Beauty is more than flesh, Miri. You should know that," Royce admonished. "How is Mayet doing these days?"

"She struggles with reading, Lord, coming to it so late in life, but she has an aptitude for numbers, and has not only mastered our numerals, but also the Kemetic and Hellene scripts. I have her learning accounting, and she is picking it up quickly. There is another thing, my Lord."

"Yes?"

"Tamaron, a sergeant in your guards, is taken with her. Mayet believes she must remain available to you, and so discourages all suitors."

"Hmm. I will speak with her. If she finds someone who makes her happy, I will not gainsay that. If she likes him, she should give him a chance. Everyone deserves someone who makes them happy, to be there for them when they need it."

"Yes, my Lord," Miri agreed wistfully. "I am grateful for what we have together, yet I would wish that my Lady Susan's heart were more open. I pray that the Lawgiver keeps Lady Susan and Lady Charlotte Ann safe, yet I also pray that one day I may sleep beside you at night and wake up beside you. Even if you can never take me to wife."

Royce sighed, giving her a squeeze. "Susan and Charlotte Ann are good women. It was only because they loved each other so much that they were willing to share me at all. If the other woman had been anyone but her sister, I doubt either would have agreed to the shared marriage. Most people are content with one lover, one spouse."

"I am such a woman."

"Yes, but you don't become jealous if I am with someone other than you. I suppose it's because sex is necessary for children that people can get so possessive of their partners. Yet I saw the love my father has for both of the women who share his life, and they for him. I was raised to think that loving another person is an act of sharing, of intimacy. Sex is fun, but it's always better with someone you like, and it's better if you love them."

"It is because of that very intimacy," Miri replied, "that some do not like to share. If one's partner has a special, intimate bond with others, it diminishes the uniqueness of your own."

"But that's just it, Miri. Love shouldn't make you feel you have ownership over another. Jealousy and other feelings of possessiveness are what truly diminish us. Every relationship is already unique. If what one has is already special, how can we deny that pleasure, that intimacy to another?"

"There is truth to your words, my Lord. You have the capacity to love more than one woman and to actually mean it. And your ability to make love over and over means you will less likely neglect one of us. In our faith, women are charged with deciding when and how many children we have. Not all women have access to birth control, and ultimately, each act of union for a woman is also a potential child, at least during our fertile years. I am happy having no other man because I want only you. That also means I do not wish to bear another man's child. From my time during my own Rite, I know that some men also have strong feelings about sex. Not everyone can tolerate knowing their partner is so intimate with another. It doesn't make either way right or wrong. It just is. I accept your path as yours. It is part of who you are. As for me, I will let a stranger from the temple mount me because I need the subterfuge. If it is known that I have paid my gold and been serviced at the temple, no one will inquire about my child's father." She sighed. "I was not going to do this. Forgive me my foolish heart, but I need to ask. Does my Lord love Miri?"

"I do," he admitted, kissing her hair again. 

His breath along her neck sent shivers all down her back. She turned her head, offering her lips, careful not to dislodge his cock still buried inside her. He kissed her slowly.

"Another gift you have given me, my Lord. I love and am loved in return. I carry the child of the man I love, and he knows it. I am truly a happy woman."

"If you but knew some of the things within my heart, you would not think me such a good man," he countered.

Miri's heart leaped yet again. To become his confidant would only deepen his affection for her. "Each of us has things we are ashamed of, my Lord. We are all imperfect."

"We should get cleaned up and go, yet I feel the need to talk to you about this. I cannot speak of this to Susan or Charlotte Ann."

"If it harms not my Mistress, I will listen to what is on your mind, my Lord."

"I keep it from them to avoid that hurt. Your earlier words give me hope I can share this with you, for I have carried this burden with me for many years."

"If I can ease your mind, tell me."

With a feeling of loss, she felt him finally slipping out of her pussy. She stretched out on the blanket. He spooned behind her, enveloping her in his arms.

"There have been many others who have desired my child," he began. "Most were in love with my position and wealth. There was one, though, who was different, for I knew she truly loved me. She wanted my child. Begged for it. She would have been happy forsaking all privilege and wealth just for the chance to be my wife, and to make a home for us together, even if it meant living in a simple nomad's tent and having a dirt floor for the rest of our lives. Accepting her offer would have required me to leave my home and never return. Still, I was sorely tempted to go with her. She was not only a friend, I came to love her and desired her as a woman. What stopped me was that I'd made a promise before I fell in love with her. I had promised I would not take her to wife. It was the hardest promise I ever had to keep. I love you, Miri. I also love Susan and Charlotte Ann. I don't love Mayet, but I do have great affection for her. Yet even so, sometimes I wonder if keeping that promise was the right thing to do."




New Girl Ch. 03



Miri digested his words slowly, reeling from his admission. "Do I know this woman, my Lord?"

"Yes, Miri. You've met her."

She turned to face him. "If you had gone with her, we would not be here now, my Lord. If you seek solace that you made the right choice in keeping your word, you have it. I am sorry for her, but your decision brought you into my life. I choose you. I choose to be right where I am, in your arms. My view is selfish, but I cannot say differently."

"Thank you, Miri."

"Who is she?"

Royce closed his eyes. "You are happy for Mayet and my wives to share your joy of impending motherhood. Why do you ask of her?"

"Because you did turn her down." She turned to face him, to read his face, see into his eyes.

"Are you jealous of her, Miri?"

"I–I don't know. It is troubling to know that even after so many years, you still grieve for her. I know you do, for I hear it in your voice."

"That's the trouble being with someone who is both smart and observant. Very little gets by them. Still more reasons why I have come to love you, Miri."

"I have to share you with others, but it's not like you have sex with every woman who offers, or that you seek every skirt in your reach."

Royce sighed ruefully. "I was a lot less careful before I got married, Miri. It took me a while to realize just how special making love is. I had sex with a lot of those women, even those who wanted me only for their selfish reasons. At least five I know had fertility magic cast on them beforehand, so as to try and land me with a child."

Miri made a rude noise. "You had your birth control ring then, didn't you? You are a worthy mate, my Lord. However, personal wealth and power are not reasons to have a child. Even with a political marriage, there is at least the goal of keeping peace between clan Houses or some other worthy aim. But those women? I have no sympathy for them. They got less than they wanted and more than they deserved."

He chuckled. "That's one way of putting it." Then he became serious. "The woman who's heart I broke was Dianne."

"Your – your sister?" Miri grew thoughtful. "She was your partner during the Ritual of Adulthood, wasn't she? Well, you aren't the first siblings who paired for their Ritual and took a tumble in private."

"Yes, well. Dianne had trouble finding someone for the second part of the Ritual of Adulthood. Like myself, she had offers from partners that she felt weren't genuine. She wanted to be wanted for herself, and not for her position or wealth. I had already arranged to go with Vernon, our brother. After she completed her time at the temple, I met them outside the city. The head of the church okayed it. It had never been done before, but there was nothing against it. So while Vernon returned home, I stayed outside the city and exchanged one partner for another.

"We didn't start out as lovers. Neither one of us saw each other that way. We were friends, members of the same family trying to survive. For more than three weeks, we just kept each other company, trying to keep dry and warm." 

The Ritual of Adulthood had two parts. The first part was ten days spent in the temple of Osh Mayan, learning how to be a good lover, and experiencing sex with both genders. The second part was more challenging – surviving in the wilderness for thirty days, and supplies limited to two weeks of food and water and whatever else one could carry. The second part was completed with a partner, for the test was as much about teamwork as it was about depending on one's own skills. The more complimentary your partner's skill sets, the better chance the pair had at surviving. 

Miri nodded. She remembered her own Rite well enough. Staying warm and dry and fed had been major tasks. Miri had partnered with her cousin. They liked each other well enough, but their first sexual encounter had been their last, as they both realized there was no real desire between them. They had remained friends, but had gone their own ways afterward.

Royce continued. "It was during our sleep that we became lovers, our dream selves seeking a union that our waking selves did not share. Dianne discovered the situation first. I thought I was just having strange sex dreams."

"How–how is that possible?"

"Psionics, Miri, the powers of the mind. I inherited my abilities from my parents. I can alter my body to withstand any environment, even change my shape to that of a beast or a monster. Like the teleportation I used to bring us here and for when we travel to other cities for shopping. I can levitate things, cause things to break easily, talk in my mind with my parents or anyone else I wish to -- even if we are thousands of kilometers apart. There are many things I do that normal people can't. For Dianne and I, while we slept, our thoughts and emotions connected, linked together. While we dreamed of sharing our minds together, our bodies joined as well."

For long seconds she thought, mulling his words. "Is this a thing you can do while awake, this sharing of thoughts and feelings while joined?"

"Yes. It can make the experience of making love more intense. Susan and Charlotte Ann and I did that for awhile, but later they asked to stop."

Miri was astonished. "But ... why? It would seem to be a tremendous gift!" Making love was the most intimate of acts between two people. If one could truly experience what the other felt in body and heart, the binding between the partners couldn't help but be ten times more intense. Nay, a hundred fold! Miri was amazed at the possibilities, and perplexed that his wives would resist such expanded intimacy.

Royce shrugged. "Yes, it can be a gift. It can also be unsettling to be so open with another person. It is trust and sharing but it demands honesty, both from yourself and your partner. It can also have other demands. Uncomfortable ones. The more you use the link, the easier it becomes to re-establish that connection. During their Rite, my wives found their time learning to make love with women difficult."

Miri nodded. She, too, had had a woman lover during her temple time. She understood perfectly the attitudes of her mistress and her sister. Miri had learned a lot about herself, but even before Royce became her lover, Miri had no interest in skirt chasing.

"Susan, Charlotte Ann, and I – we experimented together when we first became lovers. Then, one night, while I was making love with Susan, she reached out and grabbed her sister's hand, and instantly, the three of us connected together. The experience was very intense, having a third person's feelings, all reaching orgasm at the same moment. Because of me, they felt desire for each other as well. Afterward, they were shocked, horrified even, and resolved never to explore that path any further."

Miri pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it. "I know we don't have time today, but the next time we have a few hours together, can we try this 'linking'?"

His eyes narrowed in reservation. "I will have to think on that, Miri."

She looked down, not wanting to dissuade him by her eagerness. "As you wish, my Lord. I can understand their reticence, but it seems foolish to abandon the experience entirely. However, I will not further gainsay my mistress for her choice. I'm curious, my Lord. Why did you have to promise not to marry Lady Dianne? And how did it turn out that you married Lady Susan and her sister, Lady Charlotte Ann, instead?"

"It was Mother Shara, and it was because of our ties to the elves. Our faith allows incest between consenting adults, but frowns on inter-generational matings, because one often has kinship power over another, making the other subordinate. That uneven relationship can have a big impact. Because I am duke and you serve my wife, some would say I abuse my power by having sex with you."

Miri shook her head. "No, my lord! I would deny it!"

"There is some truth to it, nonetheless. That aside, though, the point is that elves find any incest, even marriage to first cousins, to be abhorrent. They turn a blind eye to what our people allow, as long as we don't parade it front of them. Mother Shara felt that our House could not afford to indulge in the practice, even if we truly loved each other. It could not only cause a breach between my birth mother and her adopted elven family, but also threaten the peace with our neighbors, the sylvan elves of Woodhaven.

"At the time, I loved Dianne as my sister. Even though she is most certainly a woman, I did not really think of her as one. She was family and my friend, the sister I looked out for. So I made the promise. Normally, any magic items are forbidden during the Ritual. Mother Shara arranged for me to keep my Birth Control Ring, not only during my time at the temple, but afterward, during the second part of the Rite.

He paused a moment to emphasize the point. "When I say the link makes sex more intense, I mean exactly that, Miri. There are four levels to the connection. There is a physical link. You feel pleasure from making love. Imagine feeling not only your own sensations, but those of your partner as well. You know instantly what is pleasurable for your partner and how much, because you feel it too. The other links are thoughts, emotions, and the final link, memories. The final link is considered dangerous, for both partners are totally open to the other. Memories forgotten, petty jealousies never acted on, angry words never spoken. Nothing is hidden, even things long forgotten and buried, white lies told to spare another's feelings. Some things better left forgotten.

"When Dianne woke me from our dream sleep, three of our links were established. I not only had my cock inside her pussy, I could feel what it was like for her to have her pussy filled by my cock. With the link to thoughts, I knew what went through her mind, felt not just how her body reacted and felt, but also what she wanted next. With the link to her emotions, I knew not only what she felt and what she thought, but her emotional reactions to what we were doing as well. We were truly joined." He took a breath and looked away.

She gently kissed his hand again. "Go on," she urged.

"When I woke up, I freaked. I severed the links and jumped out of our bed as fast as I could. Dianne assured me I hadn't hurt her. I knew that, of course. My mind burned with how good she had felt, and I knew how good I had made her feel, too. The night was cool, and she asked me to come back to bed. I told her if she let me back into bed, I would not keep my hands off her." He paused. "Would you say Dianne is pretty, Miri?"

"Very much so, my lord. She is even more beautiful than my Lady Susan and Lady Charlotte Ann. However, if you repeat that in front of others, I will deny it!"

"I would never ask that of you. I think Dianne has come to realize it now, but all the time she was growing up and even after we returned as adults, she thought herself as plain and ordinary. Like Susan and I daresay like you, too, Miri, Dianne has a compassionate and generous heart. I won't go into her physical charms–"

"Thank you, my lord," Miri said wryly.

"–except to say that we agree that she is beautiful. That night when I told her of my desire, she was surprised, and yet she repeated her request to come back to bed. Within a week, she couldn't get enough of me. Like someone else, I know," he said, caressing Miri's face. 

Miri blushed.

"In a short time, Dianne fell in love with me. Having discovered the intimacy of the psychic links, she was always asking to join mentally, especially when we made love. The promise I had given Mother Shara hung heavy on me. I loved my sister, and was coming to love her as the woman she was. I knew that if I allowed the links, I would be lost, unable to keep my promise. When the time came for us to return home, she pleaded for us remain in the wilderness so we could remain together as lovers. I agreed. Weeks went by. We were running low on some basic supplies, but in the main, we were comfortable. Dianne was determined to make do with what we had, trying everything to convince me that she and I could be happy together, even if it meant leaving our family forever, and she was determined to prove it. Ever on my mind was my promise, even when we made love. The summer passed all too quickly. Then the slavers found us."

Miri tensed, knowing some of the story, and guessing much of the rest. Three bands of slavers had infiltrated their country's borders, and over a few months managed to snatch up hundreds of young people undergoing their Rite of Adulthood. Seriously outnumbered, most surrendered, and then the hell began. The women fared the worst, but if the man was handsome, he was not immune. It was well known that after his slave tattoos were finished, Royce was chained to the back of the wagon where a dozen men spent the afternoon taking turns raping him.

She took his hand and squeezed it. Younger by a few years, Miri had missed that harrowing experience. Though they never talked about it, Miri knew that Lady Susan and her sister, Lady Charlotte Ann had been among those captured and enslaved. Raped repeatedly. By magic, the tattoos and scars were healed. But Miri shuddered to wonder how their spirits coped with such horror.

After a pause, Royce resumed his tale. "With my psionic powers, you might be wondering why didn't we just escape right away? I was out in the wilderness with Vernon when the sheer numbers of people failing to return home from the Rite caused alarm. No one knew what was happening. The slavers had mages and priests using spells to hide their activities. All that our people knew was that most the young people simply failed to return. Fortunately, Dianne had spoken of it to me before the slavers found us.

"In the moments before they actually sighted us, I made Dianne leave. I could have teleported away, too, but I realized they might be the answer to what happened to our people. So I let myself become their prisoner, and Dianne followed, keeping herself hidden. What they did hurt like anything, but I think it was worse for Dianne, not being able to interfere." Royce shook his head.

A tear fell from Miri's eyes. "They got justice, my Lord." The summer of 2037 was rarely talked about by the survivors. The one time it had been mentioned in front of Lady Susan, Miri had seen the brief flash of anguish. "A few months ago, when I brought a meal to you and Lady Susan, she was weeping, and she said it was just an old memory. You were talking about that time, weren't you."

Royce frowned, but nodded. "We were. Both of them suffered terribly. And they were not alone. My point is that the real hero was Dianne. Not just her scouting. They were going to rape and kill Charlotte Ann the very evening we arrived. The Cult of Ares wanted to make her a blood sacrifice. Dianne discovered their plans, killed most of them herself, and helped Charlotte Ann escape."

"Cult of Ares?"

"Greek god of war. Cult of Ares are a group of fanatics. They are male warriors who embrace violence as a lifestyle. Initiates capture a woman and gang-rape her, then jointly murder her."

"How – how monstrous!" She shivered in revulsion.

"I quite agree."

"It explains some things, though," she added.

"Oh?"

"A few times Lady Susan has worked until she's fallen asleep at her desk. Twice I have I heard her talk in her dreaming. They were not pleasant. I believe she was reliving her torment. After I woke her, she shook, and it took awhile before she could bear even being touched."

He closed his eyes, nodding sadly. "Most of the survivors were given the option for counseling. Some, even to having their memories erased, though the longer they were in captivity, the more difficult it was to choose the magic option. Susan took the counseling, but opted to keep the memories. She is a brave and strong woman."

"Agreed, my Lord. My Lady can be distant at times, but I serve her gladly and proudly. Like you, she loves our city and all the people in it, and acts accordingly. You think you are an ordinary man who just happened to be in the right place to save hundreds. For those of us around you, that is part of your charm, my Lord. I do not know her sister Lady Charlotte Ann very well, but I do know that Lady Susan loves you truly. Did you know that the two men she admires most are her father and you? She told me you are her hero."

Royce glanced away, then nodded. "Both, in their own way, are very special women. You asked how they came to being my wives. You know that their parents serve my parents directly. Their mother. Gale, serves my mother as a Lady-in-Waiting. Their father serves my father as Lord Marshal. There were a lot of us all born around the same time. We grew up, played and went to school together. After we returned home from the Rite, I kicked about for awhile.

"Mother Shara seemed to know the measure of Dianne and I from the moment she saw us. She warned us both, 'Do not bring this home with you!' Yet for nearly a year, each night, Dianne slipped into my room and gave herself to me, and I took and gave in return. And every so often, she pleaded with me to run away with her. Several times I was reminded of my promise. 

"When Dianne finally realized I wouldn't leave with her, she was devastated. I felt horrible, for I loved her. Part of me still does. And then she found out about my Birth Control Ring and the promise I'd made. She was furious. Told me she felt betrayed. I know that part of our lives is done and gone. It is not something I am proud of. You think me such a fine catch. I did not do right by my sister. I kept my promise and in the process, hurt her badly.

"After my relationship with Dianne ended, I entered training to become a church knight. Dianne threw herself into her studies and became a priestess. She's brilliant with magic, Miri. It wasn't until later I learned she had also mastered arcane magic as well. Anyway, I served for a time in the army. Later, I went out seeking adventures and treasure. Found some of both. It was on one of those trips that I ran into both Susan and Charlotte Ann. Unknowingly, we had joined the same group of adventurers. After a few days of travel, we became lovers. I knew I was going to come out here to build Ramez. I also realized Susan and Charlotte Ann were inseparable. I believed then and still believe they are happier living together in the same home. We were lovers only a short time when I proposed. They agreed to get married and come out with me."

Miri raised her eyebrows. "No attraction? No romance? Forgive me, lord, but it almost sounds like a political marriage."

"Initially, yes, it was. But we were friends, too. We have known each other all our lives. And I said that we would probably fall in love. We have."

Royce stood up, brushing off his legs. He reached down. Miri took his hand, rising. 

Out from the shade, the light of the three suns beat down. In a short time, the air had gone from nice to sultry. They started for the shoreline, and the salty coolness of the ocean.

"You are quiet, Miri. Have I given you a lot to think on?"

"You have, my lord," the raven-haired woman admitted. "But it doesn't change my love for you. You grieve for that lost love, and that saddens me. One day I hope that the love we give you will be enough to ease that wound. My pride hopes it will be my love. Maybe it will the love you have found with Lady Susan and Lady Charlotte Ann, or even all of us. I only hope that you realize that you have women who love you, who want you in our lives and to father our children, and none of those are small things."

He stopped and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Miri," he said, and kissed her long and slow. Her arms went around him, and her mouth opened to his, reveling in the touch, the taste of his lips on hers. When at last they broke apart, she leaned into him as they resumed walking.




New Girl Ch. 03



Into the warm salt water they walked, up to their knees, and then slower, up to their hips. Royce prepared to dive under the water when she said, "My Lord?"

"Yes, Miri?"

"Did it occur to you that there was a larger hand at work in your time with your sister?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you had returned when you were supposed to? Lady Charlotte Ann would be dead. Lady Susan, if not dead, would be a slave in a horrible life, far from those who love her. All those people were rescued because you and your sister shared dreams together. Why did you travel in that particular direction so that you were found? I would not be in the least surprised to find the hand of the Lawgiver in that. I am sorry for your sister's pain and for yours, but I am not sorry it happened. My Lady Susan is happy with you. I am happy. I am going to have your child. I say that these are good things, my Lord. Good things."

Royce looked at her for a long moment, his dark eyes reading her, assessing her words. Miri melted under his gaze. Then he drew her into his arms again as the waves rose and splashed against their bellies. His arms squeezed her close, and to her delight, she felt his erection press against her. As his mouth probed hers, Miri's hand took his hard cock, and buoyed by the water, she stood tiptoe on one foot, lifting the other leg around his hip and guided him to her pussy. His hands descended and grabbed her butt, lifting her up as he pulled her close. As he entered her, she moaned into his mouth. Miri lifted her other leg, opening herself to his penetration, and when he pressed into her, she locked her legs around his waist.

"Oh, yes, my lord!" she husked. "Oh, yes!"

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