ight-legged, golden-furred bodies swerving as if on tracking. Their small frames were simply disks of flesh with slender limbs spaced evenly around them, a two-foot tail in the back, and no visible sensory organs. He still wasn't sure how they "saw," or whatever they did. In the corner, Jonah sat in his place by the window, immobile and impassive. He took some warming to; Con still found it hard to consider the sofa-sized mass of knobbed mineral sentient, although Jonah had been forgiving when Con had sat on him on his first day at the office. It was something of an initiation ritual amongst the non-"professional" staff. Cool Salariki merchants, their sleek fur and feline grace draped in rich robes, still made him pause, but only in admiration Ð he saw them almost daily as they worked to send the galaxyÕs finest to their luxury-loving homeworld. Amidst the welter of fur, feathers, chitin, and tentacles, human-variants hardly registered as variants with him any longer, and anything even vaguely bipedal had lost the power to charm him.

Anything but Meer Kass. He watched from his alcove as she stood bowed in the doorway for a moment, throwing back the deep cowl of her cloak to reveal eyes like broad green platters, sleek fur with the luster of tarnished silver, and feline features with a winking, knowing expression. She was Salariki, and tall for the race; she topped Con by several inches, and moved with easy power and a panther-like gravity of grace. Her fur glowed with health and luxury, and he sighed quietly to himself as he thought again of what it would feel like under his fingers. Sensuous, he thought wryly Ð for the few seconds he'd have left to live if he dared that transgression. He looked away as she headed across the lobby, pretending to monitor his security screens as she moved towards the desk.

"Corridor one, room five, please." Her voice was a lazy, throaty purr that jolted his libido as it lingered caressingly over the rÕs and sÕs. He reached for the passcard, looking up into her calm, faintly mischievous eyes as he held it out and felt her claws slide like polished ivory over his palm.

"Con. I listened to that music of yours." She chuckled, a low purr, and her eyes narrowed with humor. "How barbaric. I enjoyed it." She smiled, showing perfectly pointed white dentition, and nodded to him as she took his disk from a belt pouch and slid it over the counter to him.

"Oh, you don't have to give it back," he gulped out quickly, pulse suddenly pounding in his ears. She's listened to it! She'd actually listened to it! Now if he could just get her to do it again ... "I have a couple more like it. I can run you some copies if you want."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, sleek pointed ears flicking back to the noise of the lobby and forward again to him. "Yes, I may take your offer. I found your primitivists most refreshing. Perhaps more of the drummers?"

Con nodded eagerly, trying not to blow it all by looking too delighted. From the glint of humor in her eyes, he thought that she found his behavior amusing. She must know of his desire for her. He'd heard that Salariki could detect scents as subtle as those associated with particular states of mind, and she must have known by looking at him how excited she made him. If only that wouldn't make her suspicious. He thought she wasn't; he was pretty sure that she just found him cute and puppyish in his obvious admiration. She had the typical Salariki self-possession, an assurance bordering on arrogance. It would take more respect for him in order for her to regard him as a threat. As it was, she no doubt regarded his fascination with her as entirely understandable in a human underling.

She nodded and smiled again, tapping his palm with hers in a gesture of thanks as she turned. He watched her move through the paneled doors in a swirl of dark gray cloak and allowed himself the luxury of leaning his head on his hands and groaning.

A skitter and tweaking at his arm made him look up. Ko was there, tickering a staccato message on the noteboard it wore around its middle. It held it up and waved a couple of finger-like arms:

"TWENTY HUNDRED CREDIT I GET YOU ON HER NEXT SHIP. I GOT CONTACT."

Con laughed and pushed at the board. "Get out of here, Ko. You work in the mailroom."

Ko rattled on the keyboard with four of its limbs. "EVERYTHING GO THROUGH MAILROOM! HEEHEEHEE CON GOODBOY." Ko emitted a chittery chirping sound and scampered up his arm to sit on his shoulder, curling its tail around his neck and tugging his hair playfully with one limb. "CON NO LUCKY TODAY?"

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow."

"STOP SHOW MUSIC SHOW MAN-THING. YOU HUMAN NO GOT?"

"Yeah, that'd be real subtle, Ko. That the way they do it back on Isk?"

"ISK, THEY DO BEST! YOU NO GOT FIVE ISK, YOU NO DO IT RIGHT. ONLY NEED THREE BUT WHO WANT STOP THERE? HEEHEEHEE!" Ko chittered and rocked until it nearly fell off Con's shoulder.

"Right now, I'd settle for one."

"OK RIGHT CON. MAYBE SHE PLAY YOU LITTLE MAN-THING FOR YOU. SURE THING SHE LOVE YOU SKINNY NAKED APE SELF." Ko scampered around his neck, tickling him with its legs.

"Ko Ð fuck off back to the mail room."

"HEEHEEHEE! OK GOTTA GO CON. NO LET KASS SCRATCH CON'S BACK - OOOOOOH CONNNN PRETTY MONKEY BOOOYYYY!" Ko waved the board tauntingly, then dodged about the countertop as Con swatted at it. With a wave of its tail, it sprang into the crowd in the lobby and scuttled off towards the offices.

He couldn't help laughing. Ko was a little freak, but it was good for a laugh. It was right, though. Kass wasn't going to fall for some bald primate. Salariki thought pretty highly of themselves, and he'd never heard of one seeking a liaison outside of its race. But it was more than that. Meer Kass had been a pilot and a freelance runner; she still owned her own ship, and now shared in the Merchant House's profits as a very young but very respected associate. She had managed to carve herself a career in a risky and demanding field, and had grown rich doing it. She'd earned the Salariki honorific "Meer" at an unusually young age, and was commonly known to have sufficient independent capital to match or exceed her Merchant House salary. She was usually subtle about it, but she didn't hide it - it wasn't Salariki custom to hide superiority or to deny oneself the conveniences that skill, talent, or money could provide.

What could he offer compared to that? She was wealthy, adventurous, intelligent, sensual ... he stopped himself there with determination, and turned his thoughts to himself. He was barely skilled, a desk jockey; his position as "security" was laughable. The only effective thing he could do was to sound the alarm for the real police. And he had to admit that he'd bought into the Salariki way of seeing things. They were an amazingly race: graceful, refined, physically beautiful. No Salariki would consider courting the stumbling nakedness of a human, let alone a human so far down on the social scale. She was out of his reach.

But not out of his mind. And now, he thought, almost not daring to think it É and now, she wasn't quite out of his reach. Not any more.

***

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Kass stopped by the desk the next morning, a little earlier this time. She actually took him by surprise, so that for once, he didn't have to pretend to be looking at something else as she approached. He caught a glimpse of motion and then heard her soft rumble purring over his name.

"Con." She smiled. She usually did. Did it seem wider this time? He was imagining things. She'd heard one disk - ONE DISK, he reminded himself. Stop being an idiot. He wrenched his eyes up and smiled, trying not to look as guilty as he felt.

"Corridor one, room five?"

She nodded, then placed a velvet-furred hand on the counter, milky white claws tapping it lightly. Her paws, his mind noted irrelevantly, were darker; they shaded into a gray so deep that it was nearly charcoal. "So tell me, Con. Where do you find your native music on this planet? It is very enjoyable. I may need to invest in some." She smiled at the small joke on the daily business of investment that went on around them.

"Oh no need, no need. I have it sent over by my parents in packets from home. It'd be pretty hard to find here, but I can make you copies of everything I have. It's no problem."

She paused for a moment, an uncharacteristic hesitation. "I should pay for the disks, at least, Con?" She ended it as a question; she seemed uncomfortable offering him money, but equally uncomfortable accepting repeated presents. He crossed the fingers of one hand under the counter as he slid the newly prepared disk across it and smiled.

"Don't worry about it, Meer Kass. It's a pleasure to me to find someone interested in our world, and it's no trouble to run the disks. Maybe you'll find a market for it." He grinned. "Then you can remember me."

Kass laughed and took the disk. "Very well, Con. I shall keep my source in mind." She slipped the disk into a belt pouch and took her passcard from him, then turned and was gone in a breath of spicy-sweet herbs.

***

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***

It was a strange dream. It was an absurd dream. It was ... repulsive.

It was fascinating.

Kass groaned and eyed the soft glow of the clock, hearing a tired sigh from the rumpled tawny form next to her. The pilot had been by all means satisfactory Ð in terms of stamina and grace, nothing was left wanting, and his golden fur and bright green eyes were certainly striking.

But she'd dreamed of naked skin ... and strange sunken blue eyes.

She sighed and got up, swirling a robe around her as she padded over the cool tiles to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, lapping down a glass of milk, she shook her head and ran idle claws through her mane. She wasn't going to get back to sleep. With a resigned sigh, she moved out to the work room, feeling the rich pile of the woven rugs caress the pads of her feet. She sat in the egg-shaped velvet scoop-chair in front of her terminal and switched on the elegantly arching lamp. As she opened the latest account data, she picked up the discreet little remote and turned the music system on, just that room, very low. The steady bass throb and intricate overlays of the drumming were somehow soothing, and soon she was curled up in the chair, dozing lightly while her ears flicked and twitched with the music.

***

Con hunched over his drink, eying the doorway. Soon DagÕs tall, gawky figure filled it. He waved to him from the bar.

Dag slid down next to him, glancing along the bar cautiously. Con shoved over the drink heÕd ordered for him.

ÒDonÕt worry. The service sucks. I got you set up the last time he bothered to look over.Ó

Dag nodded and took a deep drink.

ÒAh, damn thatÕs good.Ó He hesitated a moment, then plunged in. ÒSo. HowÕs it, uh É going?Ó

Con shrugged. ÒWell, she hasnÕt tried to kill me yet, and IÕm pretty sure she listened to the first disk, so itÕs good so far.Ó

ÒShe look like sheÕs feeling any effect?Ó

ÒHard to say. She seemed a little more friendly today, but it wasnÕt anything major.Ó

Dag nodded. ÒThatÕs good. DonÕt want to move too fast. She might work it out.Ó

ÒYeah. But can you burn me a few more? I want to be ready to move ahead. SheÕs listening to them anyway.Ó

ÒSure. I brought the next one with me. IÕll send some more in the next day or two Ð just keep sending me what you want on them.Ó

Con nodded, taking the disk that Dag handed over. He eyed it, then spoke a little sheepishly.

ÒYou think itÕll work?Ó

Dag laughed, shaking his head. ÒIf it does, sheÕll never know. We just have to make sure we donÕt get it too high range. If weÕre low in the borderline perception frequencies, she just wonÕt register anything, but if we get too far toward conscious perception frequencies, itÕll start hitting the conscious mind. We know she doesnÕt hear it consciously now; letÕs not fuck with it.Ó

Con nodded. ÒNo kidding. DonÕt screw around with it. If it doesnÕt work, it doesnÕt work.Ó

Dag nodded, then grinned as he clapped ConÕs shoulder.

ÒHey, think positive, though. Maybe it will.Ó

***

"Good morning, Meer Kass. Corridor one, room five?"

He did his best to sound brisk, professional, and disinterested. He wasn't sure how successful he was; it's hard to lie to someone who can smell your level of tension. But he did his best to stay cool, and he was slowly upping the amount of cologne he wore in hopes that it confuse the issue. He was the first to admit he had no clue what he was doing, but he tried to be subtle. (Evidently not quite subtle enough; he'd backed off after Ko's terse interrogative Ð "MONKEY BOY GOT FLEA? STINK TO KILL?" If the Isk could notice it, Kass probably found it overwhelming.) He tried to imagine gutting fish to keep his mind (and other organs) from going into overdrive.

Kass looked preoccupied. She nodded and reached out to take the passcard. Was it his imagination, or did her slightly rough fingerpads linger longer on his hand than necessary? He looked up and she suddenly glanced away, almost as if disconcerted, and jerked the card to her. She was rattled! He'd never seen her anything but coolly detached. He hesitated, not sure if he should push things at this moment Ð but he had the disk made, and if she got any more nervous, she might start to avoid him. He slid the disk over the counter, pretending to look at something of interest on a monitor in order to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, I made you a disk of some of the latest music that my parents sent over. I remembered that you liked the one drummer gang I sent you last time, so I put a bunch of their stuff on it. Hope you enjoy it - sorry, I need check this out."

He rattled away on a keyboard, pretending to deal with the non-existent "problem." It was cheesy, he knew, but he hoped that she might take the disk and not quibble about it if he cut off communication. She stood there for a moment, eyeing him; he could feel her gaze burning into him. Then her claws scraped briefly on the countertop. When he finally allowed himself to look, she and the disk were gone and the paneled door was drifting slowly closed.

***

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***

Ko was in hysterics. It was chittering and wriggling so frantically that it couldn't type, and Con finally grabbed its board and swatted it with it.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ko? For fuck's sake, settle down and spit it out."

It rattled away at the board, still twitching and chirruping with merriment, its typing erratic and requiring frequent corrections.

"KASS!!! HO HO HO MONKEY BOY! YOU NOT ONLY ONE SHE NOT LIKING! HEEHEEHEE!"

It convulsed and rolled about the countertop, its frantic skittering suggesting uncontrollable mirth.

"OUT ON STREET! OUT ON STREET SHE THROW KIMTOK! ALL HIM CLOTHING OUT THE WINDOW! HEEHEEHEE! ALL OVER STREET!"

Con stared. Kimtok was a Salariki pilot who sometimes worked freelance for the Merchant House. His liaisons with Kass were common knowledge, as were her encounters with several other Salariki. They were a casually sensual race.

"SQUALLINGS AND BITINGS! KIMTOK BIG SCRATCH DOWN HIM! HE SWEAR SHE CRAZY CAT. THROW SHE WINE ALL OVER HIM HEAD. CALL HIM NASTY HAIRY CREATURE!"

Con tried to laugh, feeling a tightening in his gut and a prickly creeping up his spine. "She poured her wine over his head? I thought she was doing him regular!"

Ko chittered and whipped its tail about, then clicked on the keys again. "SHE WAS! DO HIM EVERY PORT CALL! LOOK LIKE SHE NO DO HIM MORE. CON WATCH CHANCE, MAYBE SHE LONELY TONIGHT. JUST NO WINE BRING OR CON WEAR IT." Ko giggled again, then stiffened, jerked its board onto its back, and skittered away at speed. Con looked up to see Kass approaching the desk.

She looked tired. Her green eyes were half-slitted, and her slightly curling mane was rumpled and straying around her neck. Her eyes met his and did not look away. They seemed dazed, tired ... almost resigned. He felt his chest tighten. They remained, unspeaking, for several long seconds. At last he pulled himself together and fumbled the passcard for her office from its slot. Without looking away from her eyes, he held it out to her and felt her hand touch his. It jolted him like a current. He felt every detail of the scrape of her smooth claws, the rough pads of her fingers, the sleek tickle of the velvet fur edging the pads. Her hand drifted over his for an epochal moment, and her green eyes remained fixed on his, open ... almost beseeching. As she drew the card from his hand, her claws raked slowly, lingeringly down his palm, then over his fingers to rest lightly on the tips for a long moment. She withdrew her hand, still meeting his gaze Ð then turned slowly and walked toward the corridor, moving wearily.

He watched. Later that day, he slipped a disk into her mailbox with a short note explaining that he hadn't finished it by that morning. He had, of course, but he didn't want to give her a chance to refuse the gift. Things were reaching the point where she might.

***

She lay in the embracing comfort of the chair, idly flicking through fleshplay channels on the screen. In the background the drumming played with a low throb. She'd put all four disks into the player and set them to repeat, listening to them as she paced restlessly through the house. She'd spent the early part of the evening in a flesh den near the port, trying to jolt her flagging libido with Twilek brandy and the expert caresses of a paid attendant. The bracing bodyrub had failed to stimulate her, however, and his fawning manner, so unnatural to a Salariki, had only disgusted her. It was revolting to see a member of her race so bereft of dignity. In the end, she stood abruptly and left when she found her eyes straying to a thinly clad human male serving a party of wolfish Gigorans. She let the drumbeats wash over her body, soothing away the tension of the night. The broken images jittered over the screen, meaningless glimpses of naked beings flickering past as she jumped through the channels without registering any of them. She lifted the delicate balloon-shaped glass and drained the last of the brandy. She felt pleasantly disassociated, floating, drifting away from her troubles. She stretched and twitched her tail, feeling a warm langour creeping over her limbs. She sighed and flicked her claws slowly down her chest, dragging them lightly over the soft fur and arching her back. Her channel-jumping grew slower as she purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. She groaned, tail lashing, and flicked the topmost with a claw tip, then drew in her breath sharply and wriggled lower in her chair. Soon her hoarse, rhythmic breathing nearly drowned the music; the muted screen sat, unregarded, on a Salariki channel as she stroked both hands down her nipples and began to rub her thighs. She stretched out her legs, knocking the control to the floor, and ran the rough pads of her fingers up her thighs, higher, stroking, teasing, finding the center of pleasure and caressing it as her thunderous purr filled the room. The action on the screen paused; she tilted her head back, trembling on the edge, looking for release. She imaged Kimtok's rough, pointed tongue; she stroked harder. She focused on the image of the kneeling Salariki at the port that night and hung, aching, body writhing for release. She stared at the screen, the taut young Salariki pair moving with luxurious ease. Still she throbbed on the edge of fulfillment. She tossed her head, growling, quivering with frustrated desire. She grabbed the control and flicked the channels three, four times Ð and paused on an image of an ursoid Gruth pleasuring a human male, kneeling before him and bobbing her head down the length of his pulsing shaft.

She came like a thunderbolt.

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***

She was avoiding him. He was sure of it. She normally arrived a little after the main rush, choosing to avoid the crush of the morning crowd. But for the past three days she'd come right at the peak, at a time when he couldn't do more than scramble up passcards as quickly as they were requested. She wouldn't meet his eyes, either; twice she'd deliberately engaged someone in conversation in the lobby and walked with them to the desk, manufacturing an excuse to avoid looking at or speaking to him. She looked flustered and nervous, and skittered away as soon as she'd jerked the card from his hand as if trying to avoid any contact with his skin.

He couldn't decide if it was a good sign or a bad sign. She was fighting it, he was sure. But was her agitation a sign that she was starting to cave in? He hesitated a day in indecision, trying to decide if another push would bring capitulation or disaster. At last he slid the disk into her mailbox without note or comment.

***

The com unit buzzed. It had been buzzing, on and off, for most of the day. She sighed, closed her eyes, and turned up the music, letting the drumbeats drown the summons and throb through her body. She lay, slumped, on a heap of luxurious cushions, sprawled semi-naked with a crystal decanter by her side. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the vibrant emerald wine from her goblet and then set it down, lifting the decanter and pouring unsteadily as she groaned and rubbed her face. She was clad only in the thinnest of gauze robes, open down the front, and she stroked her claws up and down the soft fur of her belly as she pulled the goblet to her and drank again. On the screen in front of her, three naked humans cavorted in crude but somehow fascinating sexplay. She peered at them muzzily and licked her whiskers with a pointed tongue.

Last night, while blind drunk, she'd finally allowed herself to search for a vid of a human and a Salariki. She could find no such thing, but eventually turned up one featuring a human male and a female Trianni, a huge, tigerish race from the west galaxy. The human had placed a thick leather collar on the Trianni's neck and chained her hands behind her back, and apparently used a shock whip to enforce his commands. Kass watched the bound feline kneel to service the human's shaft with her mouth, then lick over his body, nuzzling him obediently. She'd lapped his testicles and anus, then knelt, face grinding into the floor, as he entered her from behind. Kass had watched it three times through and had come to orgasm again and again. By the end, the throbbing of the drumbeats seemed almost to pulse through the waves of her pleasure.

Now, watching the three humans, she battled with herself. She wanted to watch the human and the Trianni again, but loathed herself for the perverse fascination. She sighed and eyed the decanter. It was nearly empty. She drank deeply from her goblet, then held it to the light. A few more swallows. A few more from the decanter. And then ... she might forget herself and watch the vid again. She closed her eyes, feeling the wine drifting her far from reason, and flexed her claws as she slid her hands down to stroke her thighs again. The drumbeats thundered on.

***

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***

He was in agony. Had he pushed too far? He'd been concerned about the latest subliminals. She was still fighting it, but he had been afraid to wait any longer; she might overcome it and shake the whole thing off. Now she hadn't been in for three days, and he was burning with curiosity and dread. What if he'd pushed her too hard? What if she'd done something ... drastic? What if it wasn't possible to change ideas so strongly ingrained in her? Maybe he'd done her some kind of terrible damage, really fucked her up. Maybe she just couldn't handle the reversal of thought. He swore and pulled at his hair, mentally kicking himself. Fucking Dag and his smart ideas. It had been stupid from the start. He'd been screwing around with things he didn't understand, and now he'd Ð

"Con."

He looked up, startled. It was past midday; what was she doing in now?

"Ah, Meer Kass. I hope you're, uh ... feeling better?"

She nodded, looking weary but calm Ð much less nervous than when he last saw her. She seemed assured, but there was something underneath. He couldn't read it.

"Much recovered, thank you, Con." She seemed to linger on his name. He hoped so. She leaned forward over the counter. "I wanted to thank you, as well, for the music. It's been quite a comfort while I was ... ill."

"That's, um, really good to hear Meer Kass. I'm glad you're feeling better. You, uh, need room five, corridor one?"

She eyed him. "Not this day. I need the passcard to the roof port. I believe I have clearance there."

Con nodded, clicking quickly over the computer screen. "Yes, you do. But I don't see any landings scheduled Ð "

"It is a departure. I leave shortly. It is time I went up."

Con nodded, baffled. The screen read nothing on the pad. "I'll take you up, then. Com me from the pad when you return."

Kass nodded and waited as he secured the alcove. He struggled to make small talk, nonplussed at her strangely serene manner. She only smiled in response, sphinx-like, and waited for him to escort her to the elevator to the landing pad. The doors closed and the machinery hummed into action.

"OK, for security reasons we can't give you the passcard from the pad to the main building, but once you log back from the flight, you just need to Ð uh!"

He stopped abruptly as Kass slapped at the pause switch of the elevator and pinned him against the wall with a hungry kiss. It was startling and amazing; her tongue, rough and soft, dipped into his mouth, licking and tasting him eagerly while her claws dug into the padded wall behind him with a soft ripping sound. She leaned there, a hand on either side of him over his head, body rubbing against his eagerly. It was taut, muscular, springy Ð he yanked himself out of his daze and grabbed her. Her fur was sleek, silky, erotic Ð just as heÕd dreamed it. In seconds he was struggling with her robe, trying to raise the low hem, then finding the catches and opening it down the front. All the while she was leaning into him, licking into his mouth and nuzzling his lips. He groaned, feeling her thighs pressing against his own, her leg rubbing intently over his instant erection. He slid his hands into her robe, stroking his thumbs, with a feeling of disbelief, up the rows of nipples, four on each side, watching her arch and quiver as he touched them. They were dark, flat, close to the body, not at all like human breasts, but the feel of the silky fur around them spoke directly to his libido, and in a moment he had his tongue to one.

She purred, a deep rumble, then gave a long sigh that sounded like release from torment. She dipped her head and body, moving to bring her lips to his again, whiskers brushing his face as her tongue explored his mouth. Slowly she let herself slide down his body, claws dragging lightly down him as she nuzzled her way lower to kneel before him. He fought to keep control; the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He stared down, watching her cloudy silver mane of flat, sleek curls flow over her neck as her hands moved over the fastenings of his coveralls. She nuzzled his crotch through the fabric as her hands worked at the catches, and he could hear the whimpering moan he gave as her long tongue curved up under his balls and then licked forward and up the length of his shaft, her warm breath sighing through the fabric. He yanked at the upper catches, wriggling violently in his haste to be rid of the material, and in a few moments struggled loose. An instant later he was leaning against the wall of the elevator, trembling and gasping as she took his shaft into her mouth and licked it hard. Her tongue was rougher, longer, and more agile than any human's; his head swam, and he pushed at her gently, trying to gain a second or two of control before he lost it completely. He looked down as she slowly pulled back, and his cock twitched hard. She was kneeling before him, one hand on his shaft, her robe open down the front - the kind of thing he'd dreamed of. But her eyes were what made his blood boil. They were slitted in pleasure, deep pools of utter fulfillment, and their only desire was to please him.

He took a deep breath, then reached down to stroke her head and ears. She purred again, and he pressed his shaft forward a little. She smiled and stroked him gently, claws curving carefully under the shaft. She leaned forward and nuzzled her head under his length, tongue darting out to lick low and hungrily. He couldn't help a groan of pleasure at the warm, rough stroke of her tongue combined with the sleek silky brush of her furred head against his cock. She lapped his balls gently, lingering over them, her tongue teasing and stroking until his knees felt ready to give way. Finally he found his voice and panted to her:

"Suck it, Kass. Please."

Eyes slitting nearly closed with pleasure, she nodded and licked up the length of his shaft, reaching up with one hand to stroke and fondle his balls. When she reached the head of his cock, she licked it hard several times, quickly, then opened her mouth and slid it in. He felt a moment of panic at the sight of her sharp white teeth; then with a moan of pleasure he felt her envelope him to the hilt. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she sucked softly and bobbed her head up and down the shaft. She licked and sucked with little tosses of her head, teeth well guarded as she worked him into her throat with hungry swallowing movements. Her paws pressed on his thighs and her claws pricked lightly at the skin as she nuzzled home. At last her cool nose nestled against his pubic hair, and her tongue lapped out suddenly to lick his balls again. He gripped her mane and hunched, wrapping himself around that amazing sensation, barely able to keep to his feet as he pulled back just a little and pushed into her mouth with the gentlest thrust he could manage.

She began to purr.

He shuddered and threw his head back, feeling the deep vibration throb through his cock and jolt up his spine as he dug his fingers into her mane. He thrust deep into her throat, cramming himself instinctively into her as his back arched and he knotted his hands in her fur. In a moment he was thrusting frantically, restraint forgotten as her purring shuddered through his loins and her tongue stroked him to ecstasy, her claws pricking his skin as she gripped his thighs and pulled him hungrily into her mouth. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and sobbed with pleasure as the orgasm wracked him. Kass purred and nuzzled through it, lapping him down eagerly as he throbbed against her warm, rough tongue.

When the rush finally subsided, he leaned against the wall, trembling, barely able to stand. Kass licked her whiskers clean and then lapped over his body, cleaning down his thighs and up his belly. With a last long, caressing lick she leaned back, still kneeling, and looked up to him. He saw the strange hopefulness in her eyes and shuddered, feeling a dreamlike haziness coming over him. He stroked her head and she leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like a pet cat. Con shakily gathered up his coveralls, getting back into them as he wondered how to proceed from there. Kass quietly fastened her robe, then stood, ruffling back her mane.

"Kass, I, uh ... I don't know what to say ..."

She shook her head. "If you take what I give, you make me most happy." She looked down a minute, then back up, curiously vulnerable. "Did I please you?"

Con groaned, letting his head thump back against the wall of the elevator. "Oh yeah. You pleased me."

Kass nodded, then stood. She came to lean against him, licking softly at his neck. She was tall; she stooped to nuzzle him, but there was something delicately yielding in her gesture. She murmured softly in his ear.

“I will please you again …?”

Con ran his hands over her shoulders, up her neck as he kissed her.

“Again. Any time you want.”

Kass smiled.

***

Con fidgeted over his drink. He’d never noticed how seedy and dingy the bar was; he’d come here all of the time when he lived nearby in the grimy low-rent sectors. He sighed, toying with the stack of disks in front of him. That tiny bare room with its thin walls, its constant noise, its ground-in smell of loneliness and desperation – it was hard to see how he’d managed to stand it. Meer Kass’s villa was as sleek, warm, and delicious to the touch as her own taut body, a banquet for the senses. It was going to be hard to leave.

The last month had been incredible. He walked through work in a haze, barely noticing Ko’s astonished chitterings and the amused glances of the rest of the staff. His mind wasn’t on his tasks, but it hardly seemed to matter; he spent all day thinking about getting home to the villa and discovering new ways to make Kass’s body arch and purr against him. Not that they usually bothered to wait for evening – she’d called him to her office for “assistance” so often that it was a running joke in the halls. She didn’t seem to care, either. She’d been open enough in her liaisons with other Salariki – their culture attached no special shame to such encounters. But a human … he’d expected embarrassment, or at least secrecy. Instead, she sought him out with an open sensuality that was flattering in its deliberate transparency. Now every time he saw her Ko rattled off “KASS COME FOR SHE MONKEY BOY! TIME FOR FEED KITTY!” and laughed itself almost off of the desk. The other humans treated him with a mixture of admiration and envy, but mostly with good cheer. They were glad to see someone from down the ranks make it lucky big time.

He gulped his drink, then slammed the glass down. Damnit. It was good. But it needed to end. He felt like an idiot; he had exactly what he wanted. Kass was even talking about taking him on her next mission. With her behind him, he could finally be something better than a flunky-level desk jockey. He could get a start in the trade; he could work his way into an apprenticeship. Hell, Kass would take him without a question. She’d see him through. Then he’d have his own trophies to add to the exotic jewels, the shining sculptures, the intricate tapestries that graced the villa, relics from her trading missions to a thousand strange and beautiful worlds. He would have a place there – his own place.

But it wasn’t his place. Nothing would make it his place. And nothing would make her honestly his. It was time to admit it. He thought of her as he’d seen her that morning, wide green eyes gazing at him with frank desire and … love. He’d turned away from her, and he’d felt her hurt when he did. She wanted him. She wanted him in a way that no Salariki had any business wanting him, or anybody. She wanted to be his alone, and in her race exclusivity was practically an abnormality. She wasn’t just sleeping with him; she was staying with him, helping him, turning down every Salariki male in port to go home with a naked monkey. People were talking. And he couldn’t look her in the eye any more.

He shoved the glass away, straightening. Dag came in, glancing around for him. He waved, ordered them both a round as his friend pushed through the crowded bar.

“Nice choice.” Dag grimaced, wriggling past a pair of heavy-set Gruths to reach the bar. “Thought you were moving upmarket now. Couldn’t you spring for something a little cleaner?”

Dag glanced at Con, grinning – then let his smile fade as he saw his expression.

“Damn, Con, you look like shit. Get that drink inside of you.”

Con nodded, and both drank quietly. Dag glanced at him, but waited for him to speak in his own time. Finally, Con shoved the stack of disks at him.

“Look, I really appreciate you helping me. I just … I can’t use them any more.”

Dag blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah. OK. Sorry they didn’t work out for you.”

“Oh, they worked. Fuck, they worked.”

Dag drew the disks slowly over to himself, eying them a little warily.

“Really?”

“Yeah. She just … everything. You have no idea.”

Dag toyed with the disks, watching Con’s troubled expression. “Wow. I didn’t really think they’d do it.”

Con nodded. “That semi-perceptible shit … it worked like hell.” He stared bleakly into his drink, then turned abruptly, pushing the words out fast.“Look, stopping like this … it’s not gonna, you know … fuck her up or something, is it? I mean, not hearing those … things.”

Dag shook his head. “Shouldn’t. It’s just repetitive conditioning. It should wear off with time. How long, that’s anybody’s guess.” He turned a disk over in his fingers, then sighed and put the stack in his jacket pocket. He looked down at the table, feeling oddly ashamed.

“You, uh, might want to let her down easy. Let her decide to break things off.”

Con nodded. “Yeah. Her choice. All the way.”

They looked into their drinks, avoiding each others’ gaze. Dag downed his drink, then finally spoke.

“Look, Con, I’m sorry. I should’ve –“

“Yeah.” Con shook his head. “It not like I thought it would be. I mean – she’s not –“ He broke off, glancing guiltily at the door, and ducked his head.

“She’s here. I told her to meet me after work.”

Dag nodded, sympathetic. He raised his glass and touched it to Con’s.

“Fuck this. It was a stupid idea. I’ll melt the disks tonight.” He drank, then smiled with forced bravado. “So. Do I get to meet this walking goddess before she throws your ass out?”

Con nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll introduce you. She’s in the door, stopping traffic.” He glanced up wistfully at Kass’s lithe form.

Dag grinned and looked up. He blanched, then pulled Con back down as the tall gray-furred figure glanced searchingly past them.

“She’s a Salariki?” he hissed. “You never told me she was a Salariki!”

Con blushed. “Um. Sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was, uh, weird.”

Dag stared at him silently. Con blushed deeper.

“Look, I know it’s kind of strange, but she’s really great.”

Dag kept staring.

“Fuck you,” snapped Con, glaring back at him. “So I’m hot for a chick with fur. Like you’d turn it down.”

Dag smiled oddly as he took the disks out of his jacket pocket and slid them over the bar to Con. He shook his head.

“I’m not judging. If I thought I had a chance in hell, I’d be all over her. But didn’t you think about what we were doing? The semi-perceptible frequencies work because they’re just high enough to be heard and just low enough not to register in the conscious mind.”

Con scowled, still needled. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.”

Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?”

Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.”

Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.”

“You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.”

Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down.

“Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and looked up, then with a start reached hurriedly but belatedly for the disks that lay on the bar. Kass stopped his hand with a rough-padded velvet paw.

“Mmmm, drummers. My favorites.” She turned the disks over curiously. “But Con, you will not give these away, will you?” She looked at him, puzzled – then slowly smiled, eyeing Dag with amusement and nodding as if suddenly seeing a joke.

“Ahhh. You too have ambitions. Con has told you of his success.” She smiled, eyes dancing mischievously. “I cannot promise that you will meet with equal fortune, but his approach was certainly … novel. I never met a human with such courage and cleverness, nor did I think to.” She stroked Con’s hair, smiling proudly.

“To marry the subservience of a human underling with the boldness of a Salariki male by speaking in one way with his person, and another under his music – one way when giving the gift, and another in the gift itself – I did not think that humans had such subtlety, or such boldness.” She grinned at Con, winking. “I will not be disturbed that you lend our disks to your friend. Perhaps another of my race will learn the inventiveness of humans. But you must have them returned. I would not wish to lose the records of your courtship; they are an art in themselves.”

Con sat, quietly stunned, as Dag grinned and pushed the disks toward him.

“Thank you, Meer Kass,” he replied. “But I have already learned all that I need from them.”

Kass smiled, scooping the disks into her belt pouch. “Then shall we leave, Con? I would linger with your friend, but there is much to do at home.” Her sultry gaze left little doubt of her intent as she leaned forward to nuzzle his ear playfully. As he fumbled to his feet, her whiskers brushed against him as she whispered softly -

“Kass loves Con.”

und, head buried in his hands and he began crying, away from the world he was finally allowed to let it all out. He stayed there until he was out of tears and even longer until night had fallen. He sighed, looking up to the vast array of stars above him, a speck of light shot across the sky in the moment. He mumbled under his breath, “I wish I didn’t have to deal with this world..”

Immediately a small rustling came from a bush not five feet away, and a small giggling noise. It sounded like a young girl was giggling at him, “Aright come out of there..” he said in an annoyed gruff voice standing and moving towards the bush. It shook again and the giggling noise happened once more, and then it sounded like the girl ran from the bush into the forest. Jeremy was confused at this but he shrugged and took off after the girl, he couldn’t explain why but he felt the need to find out who this girl was, a strange new goal taking place in his mind.
He ran through the forest, sometimes thinking he lost track of the sounds of the running girl, but a rustling bush and a giggle would tell him where to go, he followed without thinking why he was following, just the thought of finding the girl on his mind.

Suddenly he burst out to the edge of the forest to a location he had never even seen before; he walked out slowly to the sight in front of him. It was a lake, not a ripple on its surface, surrounded by trees and seemingly out of a fairy tale. He had never heard of this lake ever being here, nor had he even seen it here before. He walked out slowly to stand at its edge and looked into the waters, his reflection showed like a mirror.

He was about an average man, strongly built from working out to get rid of frustration on a bad day. He had no facial hair, liking to keep it clean, well kept black hair, and had bright blue eyes. He had blue jeans and a simple undershirt on, having come here from his gym in the garage. He sighed looking at his figure, he didn’t know what he had done to have everything go so wrong.

Suddenly, he felt as peace, without a problem or care in the world, he seemed happy almost. He saw his image smile and had a sparkle in its eye. Then he realized he Was smiling, he didn’t know why he had nothing to smile about. Then that giggle came from behind him, and he spun around to try and catch what it was, he opened his mouth in awe at the sight of it.

It was a woman, one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. There just didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her at all, pristine down to the last detail, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. She had brilliant green eyes and long blonde hair, but there was two features the stuck out the most to him. The first, where two large wings sprouting from her back, like a dragonfly’s, a rainbow seemed to glisten over them and they looked rather fragile. The second, was the fact she wore no clothing stand before him in the nude, her breasts standing out to be viewed by him and her hairless vagina present as well.

As he stood staring at her figure she giggled again, “You humans are so funny, can’t stop staring at a woman.” She giggled again watching his eyes dip up and down then snap back to her eyes, facing turning red a little. “You shouldn’t..Wait what are you!?” he was very confused suddenly, this didn’t seem real, but he felt so calm almost drawn to her, he was fighting not to take a step towards her. She giggled again, shifting her weight onto one leg, “What’s the matter? You don’t like me?” He blinked and took a step forward, “No! Your..lovely!” She smiled at that, he didn’t seem to have much objection or control for some reason.

She raised a hand and made a beckoning motion to him, he began walking slowly towards her, he couldn’t help but go to her. “Come here..you look so trouble, I want to help you..” she said it slowly and with a slight seductive tone. He moved to her, standing directly in front of her his eyes locked to hers, she gave him a loving smile and moved her lips right next to his brushing against them. “I can make it all go away..just surrender yourself to me..” she whispered softly to him. He struggled for a moment but her alluring presence coupled with his recent trauma broke his resolve, he whispered back, “I’ll do anything.”

She gave a soft giggle, this one sounded nothing like that of a little girl, more a women getting what she wanted from a man. She pressed her lips to his and he succumbed to her, wrapping his arms around her lithe form and kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining within one another, he easily feel the hardness straining against his pants now, as it had been since he laid eyes on her. The kiss seemed to last for eternity as he forgot what it was like to have never known this woman; she was slowly taking over the way he thought with the way she looked.

He pulled away from her lips slowly, looking into her opening eyes with a new longing, she whispered to him, “You can have me..and you will submit yourself to me..” He was suddenly overcome with desire for her, he couldn’t stop what he was going to do next because it filled every fiber of his body suddenly. He didn’t know how he had lost his clothes or if he had even had them before, whichever it was he didn’t care.

He pushed up against her and easily found a soft wall made of leaves behind her that was strong yet soft and pressed her up against it kissing her lustfully. She made a small noise into his mouth that he ignored as if it was a sound of protest, moving to hold her up by her legs taking control during the situation. Then without warning he viciously entered her and pounded against her into the vines he was the only thing holding her up now. He was becoming an animal, he didn’t care about his previous life anymore, and his sole object was this fascinating woman and being with her. He continued to pound against her as she moaned gleefully into the air as he grunted with each thrust. Her glistening wings flapped in rhythm to each thrust, sparkling lights falling around them as he continued on in her. As he held her and continued he brought is lips back to hers and continued with a lustful kiss again, this time they each were moaning into the others mouths in the joy of the moment.

As he continued his lust for her she started to moan ever louder, almost trying to force herself back against him with each thrust into her. Her wings started to flap against his back now as her hands clung to him for support the dust fell around them more, each one that hit him felt like her touching him all over in a ever caressing fashion. He began to feel the pressure building as he thrust harder, slamming against her in long slow, but still fast thrusts.  And then simultaneously the moaned into each other’s mouths as her wings went crazy beating around her. He felt himself releasing into her as she clamped onto him having an orgasm in rhythm with his own heightening the experience. He started to go limp as he continued to pour into her wave after wave, each time she clung to him a little tighter.

As he began to become too weak to support his legs he started to fall backwards, the motes of dust had put him through a feeling the near exhausted him because of it. Her wings let them slowly fall to the soft grass below them still holding onto one another, and still connected. She looked into his eyes with a pleased smile, “Your amazing..for a human..my human..” and she began kissing him once more, this one filled with passion. He found the energy to kiss back, his mind slipping into oblivion as he forgot everything he once was, he now belonged to this magnificent being.

rm clock. "Hmm, I have an hour... I can play." she purred to herself before she layed back on it sideways and propped her head up on her pillows so she could watch herself in her full length mirror. She lifted her legs up onto the edge of the bed and spread them wide giving herself a good full view of her naked pink pussy. She let out another breath as her fingers glided between the lips as she let out a soft moan. Her eyes closed as her other hand moved to play and tweak with her nipples

She glanced at the mirror and purred softly a moment as she slid a finger into her little slit and swirled it around, her eyes were locked upon the site of her finger pushing into her body when she saw the mirror ripple slightly and her reflection looked as if there was something else overlapping. She gasped and sat up straight, her eyes locked on the mirror as she pulled her blanket over her body as her own image faded away and left behind the image of a very cute guy. This guy had a dark tan complection and wavy blond hair. She let out a scream as she bolted from her bed moving to the door.

The guy pounded his hands on the mirror as she tore out of her room screaming loudly, running smack into her mother. Her mother grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her concerned. "Honey what is it?" "There is a guy in my room, a guy in my..." she pointed to her room and her mother went running inside looking around. All that was there was her empty mirror her bed, and her open window. Her mother leaned out of her window looking down at the ground and saw no one. "Honey there isn't anyone here... Paul Paul.." She yelled as Kathy's father came tearing in. "Paul.... Kathy says she saw a man in her room..." Her father waisted no time as he bounded down the stairs to check around the house.

After several moments, and Kathy now dressed her father returned. "He must have gotten away, I'm calling the police, what did he look like." Kathy gave a description and then sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She didn't dare say she saw him in her mirror, it was probibly just his reflection from the window anyways.

Her father made a report and that was that. Kathy went to finish unpacking the last of her boxes from their move here. She was left alone in her room now, after her window had been shut and locked. Kathy's mother talked about getting her some nice curtains so even if the blinds were up, no one could see inside.

Kathy stould a moment, inspecting her mirror, they had found it in the house and Kathy just fell in love with it, her mother said perhaps with some refinishing and a new stain it would look very nice, and agree'd to let Kathy keep the mirror.

Kathy slid her fingers over the glass, and then started looking behind it. "Yep, just his reflection from my window. She said simply as she pulled the blinds and moved to lock her door. "I'm so randy now... christ... just a moment and it will be all better." she murmered as she moved to slide on her bed. She undid her jeans shorts and slipped them off her hips, along with her panties.

Her fingers once again went down to her pussy, as she bucked her hips around impatiently. She was horny as all hell this time. Her fingers dipped right into her slit as she closed her eyes and started to push deep into herself as she gave a moan into the air. Her eyes opened again as she looked to see her finger and pussy in the mirror but again, there was the guy. She jumped and sat up quickly, her and moving away. Her eyes went to the window but nothing, there was no one there looking in, her window was closed, the blinds pulled. The guy placed his hands on the mirror from the inside, and looked at her with lust.

She felt herself grow wetter, as she shuddered and looked at him back moving to slide her finger over her clit now and watch him. He licked his lips and pressed against the glass more, pushing hard as his hands started to slide through slightly, and all Kathy wanted was to get closer to him. She slid off the bed and walked slowly his way, her eyes never leaving his as she came right up infront of him. His hand reached out as far as it could go and grabbed her breast squeezing and pulling at her nipples causing waves of exstacy to course through her body. She let him continue to play with her breasts as she moaned and flicked her clit. For a while all she could do was feel his hands on her breasts, shoving and pushing them around as she continues to pound her pussy with her finger, then one of his hands slid down and batted her's out of the way.

His hand then slid down to her pussy, sliding over her folds as he went right to work. His finger pushed into her, while his thumb swirled over her clit, sending her waves of excitement to course through her body. It didn't take long before her juices were flowing down her legs and her muscles were spasming around his finger. She gave a gasping moan from her lips and shuddered leaning against the mirror, pushing her skin close to the rippling glass until she felt his mouth lock on her breast. She gasped and moaned more as he started to suck and flick her nipple with is tongue. His hand left her cunt and moved to her waist, holding her tightly to the mirror for a moment as his mouth teased her breast, then after a moment he turned her around forcefully, one hand bending her over at the waist while the other gripped her hip tightly. She felt his something nudge her cunt, pushing at her folds as she squirmed and gaspsed.

Half of her mind wanted him to do it, to push into her body, while the other half was screaming stop, don't do this. She felt so confused as he started to spead her pussy lips with his cock. She then pushed herself forward tearing herself from his grasp as she fell to the floor, crawling twords her bed. She turned around and looked at the mirror seeing him frustrated and angry, as his hands slid back through and started pounding on the mirror again until he faded. She layed there on the floor panting unsure what to do for a long moment, before she slowly slid her clothes back onto her body.

Kathy spent the rest of the day avoiding her room, she helped her mother unpack the kitchen items, then helped her father unload his tools. Soon dinner was done and over with, and the late night movie was over with. Her father stould up and yawned, pulling her mother to her feet. "Alright troopers, bedtime, we got a busy day tomarrow.." he announced as he headed for bed. Her mother followed "Nite Honey, you sleep well." Kathy nodded her head and slowly crawled to her room. 

The girl poked her head in first and saw nothing, so she slid in all the way shutting her door and moving to pull on her night gown. She watched the mirror like a hawk, afraid of something coming through it, though it was silly, she knew it was just her imagination earlier... she was just to involved in her pleasureing herself she let her mind get away from her. She rationalized it as she started to undress.

As soon as she was naked, the guy returned and watched her with lustfilled eyes. But she ignored him, and pulled on her night gown, moving to her bed to crawl under her blankets. "Your not real. "She announced as she turned her back to the mirror and closed her eyes.  She layed there a long while as she shifted around trying to get comfertable, but at the same time not look at the mirror.

The hours ticked by and finally Kathy felt sleepy, and started difting off. The first thing she felt was a cool breath on her ear, and the sound of whispers. "I want you.." it murmered to her, as she then felt the cool tickle of kisses on her neck.

Kathy moaned softly, her body unable to help it. The kisses moved down from her neck to her shoulder, as she felt hands press onto her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, causing her to moan some more as she rolled over onto her back, her eyes still closed. The front of her night gown unbottoned as the cloth was pulled away from her breasts, and soon her nipples felt as if they were being sucked upon. Kathy felt around trying to feel who was doing this to her body, but felt nothing at all. The mouth sucked and pulled upon her breast and them moved to the next one, doing the same.

As the mouth sucked upon her skin, Kathy could feel her night gown being pulled up her body, moving to bunch around her waist, as a hand moved her panties aside so it could tease her cunt, and probe her insides. All she could do was moan and buck wildly against the touch as her juices started to drip out of her body again. The mouth then moved from her breast and lowered down to her cunt, licking past her panties to get at her folds.

All Kathy could do was moan, as the tongue flicked and drove into her clit and drove deep into her folds teasing her over and over again as her fluids started to drench her skin. "More..." she moaned into the air, bucking her hips over and over again as she gasped loudly. "More... more.." was all she could manage to say. Soon her lips were covered with a mouth, it felt like a mouth atleast but when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything at all over her, kissing her and shoving it's tongue down her throat. She felt the cock again at her folds, pushing itself forward with out warning this time as it shoved deep into her body.
It felt tight, stretching her and burning deep inside as she gave a muffled wimper over the ghost tongue that was swirling around her mouth. She wanted it to stop now, as the pain flooded her, it was no longer feeling good. She pulled her head to the side, but the mouth wouldn't leave her, it remained locked on her lips. The cock started to pound into her body pushing deeper and deeper into her as she started crying out in pain. It was burning deep inside, and hurt like hell, all she could do was cry and lay back as the ghost just pounded in her over and over again.

Eventually the pain subsided and the burning went away as the cock had her so stretched, tingles shot through her skin, as she could feel the tightness rub against her pussy lips, now coursing her with pleasure. She bucked her hips up and started to rock her body as the cock went on and on.

Kathy's muscles started spasming around the ghost cock, as she found her self exploding inside. She shuddered and gaspsed against the ghost mouth as it continued to lick at her tongue and suck on her lower lip. The cock continued to pound away into her tightly stretched folds, pushing her further and further along in her own orgasm.

Kathy squirmed and thrashed around as she panted heavly, bucking against the cock over and over again as she tried to burry it so deep inside her body, as the cock continued to pound at her folds not stopping for anything.

After a moment as she continued to plunge deep into her own orgasm, the waves of pleasure not letting up at all, she started to feel her breath get sucked right out of her lungs, as if the mouth locked on her lips was sucking deep at her soul. She squirmed and tried to get away now, as she couldn't breath, and felt as if something heavy was pushing on her chest.

Her hands grasped at the bedcovers as she tried to excape, and close her legs to stop the cock from pounding into her, but there was nothing she could do. Her head turned to the mirror now and she found it glowing red and flickering like it was on fire. She could see the reflection of the guy ontop of her, pounding into her cunt, with his lips locked onto her's sucking the breath from her body though on his head he hand horns, and a tail was coming out of his back end.

As Kathy started to cry and the world started spinning the creature's reflection in the mirror leaned back, ripping away from her lips as she could hear a loud bellow into the air. It gripped her hips tightly and held her body to it's cock as she could feel it spasm and shoot liquid deep into her cunt. The creature gave one final hard thrust before pulling off her and vanishing back into the mirror.

Kathy layed on the bed, dizzy and scared, curling up into a ball as she sobbed, then finally drifted to sleep.   

r tonight. Her friend was so excited that she couldn't chose which color dress to wear, when normally it was Mandy instructing Alex on style.

"But I don't know which one looks best! I reeeally like this guy, Alex. Please, please, please, puh-lease help me!"

It was Mandy's luck that Alex couldn't think straight right now, either. What with Lucien picking on her every few seconds. She shivered at the feel of his fingers on the back of her knee, using a newspaper to swat at the area in front of her. Damn him for being a Phantom! She couldn't see him at all during the day.

"Okay, okay." Alex answered to the girl's begging, twirling the cord of the phone about her finger as she stuck her tongue out in the direction of Lucien. "Why don't you wear the red dress? Red is always pretty on you."

"But Alex!" her friend whined. "I don't want to look 'pretty'! I want to look gorgeous!"

"You will lo..." she had to bite her bottom lip so she didn't giggle, moving the phone away from her face as she squirmed in her chair. The guy was going after her feet again! Pulling her legs in, she sat on both feet and flung the newspaper at him again, mouthing for him to stop before going back to her friend. "You will look gorgeous, hon."

"How do you know that?"

A shiver ran down her spine at the tickle of fingers running along her jaw line. She sucked in a deep breath of air and scooted herself further into the chair before replying, leaving a disgruntled cat to prance off in offense of her bothering it. "You always look gorgeous, Mandy. It's what you do!"

A whimper escaped her lips as a mouth came over her ear, sucking and nibbling at it. It was very, very distracting. So distracting, in fact, that she hadn't heard what her friend had said.

"Alex? Alex, are you listening?"

She shook her head, her eyes half closed as the mouth moved lower to suck the skin beneath her ear lobe. "Yeah... Mandy, I'm listening."

Her friend seemed to hesitate before a mischievous voice took the place of nerves. "Whatcha doin'?"

Lips began moving down her arm as she blushed guiltily and coughed to cover up the sound of her voice. "Nothing."

"Oh, really?" Her friend paused as if to point out the lie. "Mmm... Okay, lovey. I'll be heading out soon. I'll call you later and tell you all the juicy details." There was a distinct sigh in her voice.

"Okay.... Remember to keep your phone on, and call the cops if things get weird." she said softly, her mind wondering to what he was doing with her hand. Whatever it was, it was definitely wonderful. She sighed in apreciation and mentally kicked herself for being so turned on.

"Don't worry, I will. Love you doll face." The dial tone sounded and she hung up the phone.

"Damn it, Lucien." she growled half heartedly, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the chair. "Must you do that while I'm trying to talk on the phone? It's distracting."

"You could always give in and let me do as I wish." a male voice whispered on the wind, fingers grabbing at the front of her shirt and tugging on it. "Come with me to the bathroom, sweetheart."

"Must I?" asked Alex, tilting her head and biting her lip. "It's so comfy here." Crossing her arms, she unfolded her legs and placed her feet on the coffee table. Maybe body language would convince him she wasn't going to move an inch.

She thought wrong.

An arm moved about the middle of her back and another was placed beneath her knees as she was scooped up from the chair in one swift movement. She squealed, writhing about as she found herself digging nails into something that was not there, at least not to the eye. "Put me down! Put me down." she said quickly, eyes wide as saucers. "You know it frightens me to feel like I'm floating, even if I'm not."

Laughter greeted her protects, a hand firmly grasping her waist as she 'floated' to the door of her bathroom. The door swung open to reveal her wonderfully huge bath tub, filled to the brink with pink fluffy bubbles. The room smelled like vanilla and lavender. She figured the vanilla was probably due to the candles burning brightly about the tub.

A moment later she was set lightly on her feet in front of the tub, her shirt being pulled gently up over her head to reveal a dainty pink lace bra. Next came her jeans, sliding to the floor to reveal matching g-string panties.

She couldn't stop the man, so why should she bother to try?

Blushing prettily, she looked up to search his face but remembered his phantom state. "It's not fair that I can't see you." she pouted, the straps of her bra sliding down her arms, unsnapping to fall at her feet.

"Sure it is." Amusement dripped from his voice as fingers slid over her chest to prod the delicate pink of her nipples.

She could feel her wetness dampening the inside of her very tiny panties. "You get to enjoy the touch of my hands all the better. Just think of it like.... a blindfold." He removed her panties before his mouth lowered down on her breast, lavishing attention on it as he proceeded to wrap her legs about him and carry her the rest of the way, until she were writhing in a sea of bubbles.

Gasping for breath as he finished his assault on her other breast, his mouth trailing down the planes and valleys of her abdomen, she arched against the feel of a sponge against her bottom. Slowly, torturously the sponge worked into the sensitive mounds of her cute ass, working its way down each thigh and back up against.

A tongue dipped itself low into the crease of her belly button, sending shiver upon delightful shiver up and down her spine. He worked his tongue in and out of it, every joy she experienced revealed on her beautiful face, every pleasure she felt sounded aloud with a moan. He worked the sponge down her long legs in slow circles, going carefully over the inside of her knees, her delicate ankles, and her toes. It spread soft soap on the flat of her stomach, circled her breasts, all over every inch until she felt like a piece of clay to mold to his will.

"How are you, dearest Alex?" Lucien whispered huskily into her ear before circling it with his tongue. His teeth began to pulse about the flesh at her ear lobe, setting the sponge aside before he circled her thighs with his hands and grabbed her ass to massage it deeply.

"Mmmm" Was her only response, her lashes creating half crescents on her cheeks, her breasts lifting and falling to each breath she took. She was so relaxed she could barely find the time to think. Her skin tingled and crawled with the need for release, yet she didn't want to move an inch.

She was slowly lifted from laying against the side of the tub, being moved so that her back faced her phantom lover, his hands wrapping about her waist as he slid her down his front. His feet linked about her ankles, his mouth whisper soft against the side of her neck, his voice as soothing as his gentle touch. "Relaxed, sweetheart?"

She didn't have time to respond as he finally found the perfect moment, taking the opportunity to plunge his hard erection into her tight ass before she had time to tense up. His grunt was followed by a moan of her own, fingers softly tickling the skin of her sides.

It was an extremely odd sensation, to be filled there. Her face was flaming red with embarrassment, even as she knew the action exceedingly turned her on.

He nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as still as he could inside of her as he allowed her to adjust to the new feeling. "Stay relaxed and it won't hurt." he murmured, moving a hand to grab her wrist, guiding her hand lower on her body until he shoved two of her fingers beneath the soft folds of her pussy.

She gasped at how slick she was and a moan escaped her lips as the pads of her fingers ran over the swollen skin of her labia. She wanted to move on his cock, but he held her lower body still in his strong hands, lips sucking at the beads of water on the back of her shoulder. It seemed a long time indeed that all he did was nibble at her skin, allowing her only to play with herself and nothing more.

He was so annoying sometimes, she concluded as she bit her lip.

Frustration coiled inside and out as she rubbed at the ache and struggled to move. No matter how she strummed her fingers against her erect little nub, she couldn't cum with him just sitting there. He could very much see the look on her face in his mind through the distinct whine in her voice. "Lucien" she cried, wiggling in his arms, her voice breathless. "Fuck me already!"

"Ah." He laughed against her ear, hands tightening about her waist. "Sweet little Alex wants me to fuck her in the ass?"

"Yes!" She moaned, grinding her hips down against him as hard as she could.

He groaned in response, his hands moving down her soft skin to grip at the cheeks of her ass as he moved himself inside of her. The pressure was enough to make him explode without any real effort on either of their part, but he gritted his teeth and held it in.

Alex slid her slippery fingers across the bubbly sheen above the water, grasping the side of the tub and gripping at it for leverage. Her breathing came in short, fast gasps as she kept the rhythm in which her phantom commanded, the feeling both hurting and feeling so, so good. It was the oddest kind of torture. Especially with the sensation of soft foam popping about her shoulders and swollen breasts, the water caressing her skin and the smells tickling her nose.

It was a total sensory experience, and she wanted more.

"Hold on." Grunted a male voice, the movement being stopped for the moment. The hands stopped stroking the cheeks of her ass and she moved her head to look behind her. There was nothing she could see moving, opting an empty bottle of shampoo she hadn't thrown away the other night, moving around in the air on its own and into the water.

"What's that for?" She asked Lucien curiously, moaning softly as his shaft shifted inside of her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she sucked in a breath, fingers running lightly up and down the folds of her pussy. One slowly slid in between, flicking against her clit, then two, her legs shaking and her voice catching on whimpers of pleasure as she rubbed against his hand.

The slick press of plastic moved against her thigh as he sunk the two fingers and his hard erection as deep as he could, sighing in a content purr of appreciation as he circled both naughty holes. "Since I don't have two cocks to fill both this," he jerked his hips, thrusting his cock in her ass and getting a cute moan in response from her "And this." He shoved his fingers deeper, curling them to prod at the skin of her g-spot.

"Ohhh. Yes." She arched her hips, her head rolling back as she rocked her hips. "That does sound like a reasonable use."

"Indeed." murmured Lucien, slowly inching his fingers out of her and trailing them to her other pleasure spot. He grasped the head of the bottle, prodding her front entrance with the smooth end as he slid it in, till she couldn't possibly take anymore. He heard her gasp and half choke on his name. "Does that feel better, kitten?"

"Nnnn huh" She could barely respond, her hands sliding off of where it had gripped the side of the tub as she limply leaned against his chest. Her soft, delicate hands slid down his arms to rest on top of each hand, guiding him to what she wanted. She showed him how to move his fingers, shoving them down onto her clit and pushing them in a criss-cross motion.

Once he had gotten the pattern down, she let go of his hands and dug her fingers into the flesh at his thighs. Her bottom lip was swollen red from where she bit down, her entire body shaking and bucking. Between the pleasure of being pumped in both holes, and the pressure of his fingers against her sensitive clitty, she was in ecstasy beyond belief.

She couldn't think worth a damn, and at the moment, who cared? The only reason she lived was to be used as a toy by this man and this man alone. The only passion in life being the pleasure he gave her. "Nnnn Nnnn Nnnn.... God.... Yes, yes!"

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked on a groan in her ear, leaving her taught little nub so that he could grab at her long hair, yanking her head to the side possessively.

"Mmmmm." Alex moaned, attempting to nod her head even though he had it immobilized. "Yes."

He moved his lips to the base of her throat, murmuring softly against her skin. "Almost ready to cum for me?"

She gasped, her body shaking and bucking uncontrollably as she tried to hold on to reality without giving up an ounce of heaven. She felt like she was going to be swallowed by a deep black hole and never see the light of day again. "Oh. Lucien. Yes! Please?"

"Who's... The... Best?" Lucien asked, one word being spoken after each thrust he made. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted to play this sweet little game. At least for a moment or two.

"You are."

He grinned, pleased to no end that she'd said that. Even if he had known she wasn't about to say someone else. Who would at moments like these?

Okay. This must stop, Alex thought as she whimpered pathetically. She needed to cum. "Now!" she growled, grabbing the shampoo bottle from him and throwing it out of the tub before clinging to him so hard that he could only move his arms.

He wrapped them tight about her shapely figure, panting, his heart beating frantically. Burying his nose into the sweet curve of flesh between her neck and shoulder, he placed his lips about the skin and bit down. Not enough to bruise, but hard enough to pierce the skin.

She responded in a wave of exquisite tension. Her ears were throbbing from a scream she couldn't keep from slipping from her lips. Her face was flushed, her arms limp, her lower body shaking so bad that water was spilling out all sides of the tub. The pleasure was so white hot, that she forgot who she was.

A few moments later, or a lifetime, she found herself staring at the water, watching all the purple colored bubbles disappear like magic. She was contentedly snuggled in his arms, and didn't want him to let go.

"You never want it to end, do you?" Alex asked Lucien on a whisper, basking in the silent, awesome strength of his male body, even while his cock still filled her bottom.

"No, baby, but all good things must end." He licked at her soapy shoulder tenderly.

"Why, Lucien? Why must they end?"

He laid his cheek on her forehead and was silent for the longest moment, rocking with her in his arms. "Because," he said at last, kissing her on the nose. "If they never ended, we'd have nothing new to look forward to."

my canteen, which I filled in a brook a few miles behind me now. The water was, of course, very… raw. But, these woods were nearly untouched by mankind anyway, so it was still clean, crisp and clear. I mixed this with various different things from my pack, making my own version of the Bard’s Stew. Bard’s Stew is about the same as Hobo’s Soup, except people of the profession tend to eat a little better. This got me to thinking about my past. My God, I could be sitting in a temple right now worshiping Sol or Lunae… instead, I decided to leave, and learned the trade of the thief. I can fast talk a troll out of it’s club, and had gotten good enough at picking locks and pockets that I could pull the purse off a prince… If he wasn’t looking that is. Then, another drastic change, and I began to learn the art of song and rhyme… but don’t let that fool you, those skills still enhanced my image as a thief, and now added ‘Wandering Gypsy’ to my list of stereotypes. I realized I was in a daydream, and rubbed my eyes with my hands softly. It was about noon, and the light was near blinding for someone waking up. My stew was boiling, the rock I was resting on was warm, and the Goblinoid chatter from beyond my grove was echoing in my ear… I jumped to my feet, scrambling for my weapon, and finally pulling it free from my gear. The halberd that I always own has served me well since… well, childhood, and I doubted it would fail me now… if there were only a few goblins. I snuck forward, and peered through the tight grove of trees. To their credit, they weren’t the ugliest Orcs I have everseen… but then, that still isn’t saying that much. There were two of them, and they seemed to be arguing over something at their feet. Whatever it was, I couldn’t see: a small patch of ferns blocked my view. I tried to move noiselessly forward… but they had very keen hearing. One of them stopped, his large, unwashed ears at attention, then he looked straight at me, screamed something in a mix of Goblinoid and Common, and rushed for me. He reached behind his back, and drew the largest Orc Double Axe I have ever seen. The other one was a little confused, but took the best of the situation. He bent over, picked up some deep gray bundle, and began running in the opposite direction. I was frozen in place by fear as he rushed, but managed to snap out of it at the last second and moved. I dove to the left on my toes and with a spin so the axe head of my Halberd came around. It clanged uselessly off of the Orc’s armor, and he turned to me, smiling a big, stupid, toothless grin. He swung again, and I felt the blade cut through my thin padding… How could I have forgotten to at least don my armor? He swung again, a large, arching over head swing, with the other head of his axe, and I simply stepped forward, and with the spear end of my Halberd, cut that stupid grin off of his face. He fell, screaming random obscenities in Goblinoid and bleeding heavily, to the ground. I could tell he wasn’t going to live, so I left him, and went to find his companion. I didn’t have far to travel. I just made it through the other end of the clearing when I saw him… or what was left of him. He was diced to pieces, he blood covering rocks and trees, and especially the various twigs and sticks and small stone lying around… like a sudden tornado picked up all the things around him, and cut him to bits, and at his feet was the bundle. It moved slightly, and I finally saw its shape. It was roughly humanoid, but I couldn’t tell to well. All I could see were grey gloves, clutching a long, dark wood staff, and two gray boots. Its face was hidden by the hood of the cloak, but still seemed supernaturally dark… even with direct sunlight. The cloak was cut in many places, and seemed to have a little blood on it… I shook it’s shoulders (At least, what I thought were shoulders…) gently. “Hey… Hey! Are you alright?” I asked, still gently shaking. It moved some more, and from deep within the darkness of her hood, eyes opened. They were like none I have ever seen before. My own eye’s are Emerald, with a touch of blue… these were pure gold. At least, the irises were. Otherwise, they were normal eyes. They seemed a little dazed… then focused on me. With a scream that was purely feminine, it pushed me off of itself, and held up the staff. I watched with amazement as the tip glowed with a bluish haze, then turned into a spear tip. She was about to throw this into my chest when she collapsed again, this time screaming with pain. I understood how she felt, the cut on my chest was beginning to burn… I traced a finger along it, and felt a sticky substance. I looked at my hand, ad felt my face drain of blood. The finger was black with ooze. Poison! Those Orcs are getting more and more cunning with each day… I stood up, shakily at first, and staggered over to the girl in the grey cloak. She seemed to have either passed out, or be trying to force the pain out of her body. It didn’t matter to me, I picked her up, along with her staff, and carried her, almost falling several times, back to my camp. I decided that we couldn’t move by at least the next morning. The poison was beginning to wear off on me, and I could walk and think clearly, but the girl seemed to be injured deeply. And thus, I prepared to spend my first night in the woods awake, guarding my camp against whatever demons or daemons there were in these woods, fictional or no… * A few yards off, the Dryad looked on as the man stood up, weapon in hand. He had been good to her, so she was going to be good to him. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard, and felt her consciousness drift away with the trees, to find if anything vicious was around them… There are several beast in these woods, driven mad by it’s powers, who grow to enormous size, and tended to attack everyone in these woods… She stopped, and looked right at the camp. Something was not right in that direction… there was… nay, there WERE almost none of those left in these parts of the world… at least, not that Kylara the Dryad of the Pond could remember. They had their own agendas, and left the rest of the world alone… She had to keep watch over it, make sure it didn’t do anything too rash… * I stood alone, a sentry in the darkness. I couldn’t see beyond the grove of trees, thanks to the fire, and if anything was actually out there, I wouldn’t know about them until the stepped inside… There! A brief scuttle, the sound of stone on stone… what could that be? I searched my knowledge, racking my brains for whatever that creature could be… But I didn’t need to look long, as it stepped forward into the light. Stories relate these beasts, the Umber Hulks, to early bugs that were transformed by wizards in days long gone… it was large, with multiple eyes and broad claws. It clacked at me noisily then took another, echoing step forward. My back was to the fire, and behind me was the girl in the cloak… I had to fight, here and now, against a creature that, if it got a hold on me, would easily snap me in two. I swung my Halberd in a broad arc, slashing down on the creature’s arms. There was a sharp cracking noise as the carapace on its claw was shattered, and I silently thanked Yaegern, the Hunter, for that fortuitous shot. Seconds later, I wished I hadn’t been so cocky, and it used it’s good claw to smash me back against the rock. It hurt more then the poison or the cut, but I wasn’t out yet. It began to charge at me, perhaps to finish me off, but I reacted swiftly. I braced the Halberd on the rock, and pointed the spear at its chest. It couldn’t stop in time, and I dove out of the way as the spear went straight through it, and it fell limp. I had rolled onto the grass, and watched as its blood dripped to the ground. I stepped foreword to retrieve my weapon, when the thought struck me. Certainly that would not have killed it? They were… That line of thought was cut off when it’s massive claw swung at me. It was only playing dead! I dived backwards, feeling the tips of it’s claw cut my skin. It stood, and pulled my halberd free from itself, and threw it into the woods. It took another step foreword, raising its claw to pound me into the ground, when it stopped. It’s claw held in midair, and I could just see the reason why: Vines that jung from the trees had caught it and ensnared it. Now was my chance! I dove for the fireplace, grapping a burning stick, and while it was still struggling with the vine, I jabbed at it’s wound. It screamed loudly, lowering its head to bite me, which was what I was waiting for. I jabbed it swiftly in it’s eyes. There was a puff of black smoke, and the smell of burning flesh and the sound of popping eyes made me sick. It shivered once: The stick had apparently been pointed, and jabbed all the way to it’s tiny brain. It fell, almost straight downwards, its claw still upraised, and let loose a long, slow death rattle. I breathed heavily of relief, but my breath was caught off guard. “Who are you?” A feminine voice said from behind, and as I turned, I saw that the girl had awoken. She was holding her staff, and it was once again a spear. “You might want to put that away missy, I don’t want to hurt you.” I said calmly, and walked towards my halberd. Suddenly, I tripped! I coughed twice, having taken a face full of dirt, and looked down. The grass and dirt had apparently grown into one massive piece that caught my foot in place! “Who are you?” She said, insistently. Gods, if she can do that… “Fine, fine, lass, I’ll tell you. I am Kythe, a wandering Bard. Now, if I may Enquirer who you are?” I asked, trying to use my best manners. They seemed to be enough, and she slowly lowered the staff. “My name is… Anze.” She said slowly, like she was trying to remember. “What am I doing in this clearing?” She asked, so I told her of the Orcs and what had happened, and what I was doing there. By the end of this story, she put away her staff, and I felt the ground loosening. “In that case, you may take me to this ‘Mitwegs’ castle.” She said, standing up. “Er, no, we can’t.” I said, and in a flash the spear-staff was in her hands. I held mine up. “I mean, we can’t right now! These woods are dangerous in the dark!” I said, hoping she wouldn’t just spear me right then: I had had a long night, and was pretty wiped out. She sat back down. “Fine. We will go when we can.” And with that, my foot was free. I will not fill this story now with pointless paragraphs. We slept on opposite sides of the fire, looking away from each other. Well, perhaps there is one detail. In the middle of the night she began to cry in her sleep, saying “Momma… Poppa…” but I assume this was just homesickness, brought on by being in these accursed forest. Day broke again, and for the first day I had spent in this forest, I would be traveling by light: We would get there before dusk, if we weren’t way laid. I had to carry my pack of course, but she didn’t seem to have anything with her greater then the staff, so it was an effort to keep a good pace going. We talked along the way, about where we were going in life, interesting stories from our past, and the like, and that helped ease the sore shoulders and aching back. Sure enough, by dusk we arrived to the keep of Mitwegs. Mitwegs was, in some sense, a completely worthless town. It rests on a cliff overshadowing a valley that leads to the heartlands. A long time ago, this was a fort against Lucitain’s armies. The guards, however, brought their families, and as the war died out, it became a town. The castle is in disrepair, but it is the most remarkable stop from the inner towns and the border. The main gate was open, and we entered unchallenged. Inside the walls of the fort, was a smithy, a stable, and of course the main keep, which had large, iron and wood doors. They swung with a lot of noise, and we were met with a priestess of Sol. She smiled and greeted us warmly. “Will you be staying for dinner?” She asked, and we both nodded. “Well, it isn’t ready yet, but if the cooks are feeling kind, they may give you a quick loaf of bread. The tavern is on your left, dining hall on the right.” And she left us to it. Anze immediately went to find the wash rooms; she was covered in dirt and cuts, and desperately needed a good scrubbing. I, however, left for the tavern. These kinds of places are natural havens for Bards, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. I learned a few things, the Capital was in an uproar over the recent rash of smuggled goods, people were looking foreword to festivals, and the like. I told my own story, changing a few details, of course, of the dryad and me, leaving them to imagine the more adult bits. One man thought my story was brilliant, he was young and starry-eyed, a novice adventurer no doubt, who probably would leave the next day to see if he could find the dryad. Another man, however, pointed out with disgust how crude my story was, but the other bar members who listened in scoffed him, each trying to hide their visible ‘approval’. I left this crew to go to the kitchens. Inside were at least ten men and women, working hard to produce a meal for a castle. In old days, they would have made beef and bread, but in these lazy times, they put more effort into it. One of them saw me, and without a word needed, threw me a large, round loaf of bread. It was Ogrewheat, I could tell just by the smell of it. Ogrewheat is to wheat what Ogres are to men. They are much larger, producing much more grain, but are very bland, sometimes with a bad taste. Most chefs add spices to their loaves to make them edible, but with such grain, it is possible to feed the masses with little cost. I took a bite out of my loaf, and found to my delight that it was honey coated. I took it back to the tavern, and listened to more stories as I finished the bread. Eventually, a large iron triangle was sounded, calling everyone to dinner. Anze had returned by this point, her gray robes cleaned of the caked mud, but thanks to the supernatural darkness around her face, it was hard to tell if she got clean at all. The meal was splendid: Roasted pig, set on spits along the tables, bread, some freasher fruit brought in from the farmlands around here, and a large glass pitcher for every four clay cups, full of clear spring water. In these areas, where wheat grows rampant and wild. Mead and the like could be bought for almost a copper piece a jug, but clean water was a little harder to come about. I ate until I was full, the cuts and scrapes of last night’s battles long forgotten. I stood, excused myself from the lively conversation, and went for a walk. Just down the hall from the Dining room was a small spiral staircase, and it led up and up, with a few windows to let in light, to the castle battlements. The battlements surrounded the square roof of the keep, and off to one side a stand of unstrung bows stood ready, waiting for the archers should the need ever arise. Sol had painted the sky a vivid dark purple and black, with crimson and gold edging around the rim. The air had a soft breeze about it, one that would not reach below the canopy of the forest, which brought the scent of wood smoke and flowers. It was warm, the rock making up the castle still heated from the days sun. Ru Lunae herself hangs high in the air, though she hides behind some clouds. I stood still and listened to the wind rustle the leaves, the sound of birds and, off in the distant, the cry of some animal towards Lunae. It was so serene… until a muffled moan broke it. It was close by. I had nearly bumped into the woman without seeing her. She had on the garb of the town’s guard, an iron chest-plate with paudlions and gloves, a iron spear in her left hand. But, her right hand is what caught me off guard: Her belt was loosened from around the iron leggings, and even from my position I could tell her hand was deep in her own pants, moving furiously. I caught her scent, the copper and ozone smell of sweat on iron, and the sweet smell of her love juices, which coated her hands. She whimpered again, tossing her head back a little, her black hair cascading behind her. It was now or never, one part of me thought, and while the rest of me tried to figure out what that part meant, my body took action. In one swift move, I reached around her, my right hand catching on the iron that covered her breast, my left swiftly sneaking down her pants. She nearly screamed out, both in surprise and alarm, at my touch. But, the Gods smiled upon me, and she did not. Instead, she looked at me deeply, staring into my eyes… and I knew what was happening. She needed someone, anyone, to love. I was trying to stop myself. This was wrong, and what if she decided to draw a weapon on me? Even in these day’s, a woman could defend herself, a few even if outnumbered. I watched her eyes, and understanding drew across my face. I nodded slowly, as my hands began their deeds. Her own hands reached over her head, holding onto mine lightly, as she moaned softly again. My left hand flicked over her sopping wet clit, and she shuddered. My right searched and found a way under the armor, and felt her hot tingling flesh there, rubbing and kneading her nipple and tit. She began to rock under my arms, rubbing her leather-covered ass over my crotch. She was strong, even for a town guard, and several times she nearly broke free of the grasp in sheer writhing ecstasy as I fondled her sex and gently kissed the back of her neck. She turned on her heels, hands on the back of my head, pulling me foreword and down for a kiss. She was slightly smaller then I, so I had to stoop to continue fingering her sweet pussy. Of course, this put me in the perfect position to loosen her armor (With a little help from her) and begin fondling her breast with more room to work with. We were both so lost in the lovely feeling that if another person came up the stairs, I suppose we’d either kill him or make a threesome. Kiss after kiss, caress after caress, and she reached down, guiding my fingers deeper in her snatch. I slowly pushed into her, but she obviously didn’t want it slow. She hopped a little in the air, and taking in a deep breath, fell down with all her weight, forcing herself almost past my knuckles. I kissed her again, my tongue slipping inside her mouth forcefully, exploring, and finding her own tongue ready to do battle. She eventually knelt before me, and with deft hands removed my leather belt (I had taken off my armor earlier.) and dropping my pants, revealing my rock hard member. She eyed it up for a second, before licking it gently, taking in it’s taste, She smiled, and with the deftness of a master, she took it almost all in, gagging a little as it reached the back of her throat. She waited, collecting saliva in her mouth for lubricant, before drawing back slowly, pulling my foreskin back with her and over the head before releasing it. It was my turn to moan in pleasure, she certainly knew what she was doing. She repeated this four times, by the third I was reeling and the fourth I was ready to explode. After, she pulled herself off of me with a small pop and an impish grin, washing my balls with long, lavishing licks before she stood up, removing her leggings. They clanged to the floor nosily, and she was left standing there in a pair of leather thongs and her loosened chest plate, which she kept on. My hands flew back to attention for her, my right deftly slipping past her damp thong, finding her hole once again and continuing. Surprised, she pushed it aside, and took a step foreword, kissing me on the bottom lip, spreading her thighs just enough to wrap her legs around me. I needed no more encouragement, and using my arms to support her, she hopped up, suspended by our arms and her legs, just above my saliva-coated penis. I looked her in the eyes one last time questioningly, and she nodded, biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath. I took this sign of encouragement, and began to let her slip. No sooner did she touch my cock-head, then she started her hips moving, both of us moaning. I let her go a little faster, and felt my length pierce inside of her. She screamed, but I cut this short with a kiss, which she returned almost animalistically. I locked my lips with hers, and with each breath I took in through my nose, I shared, filling her lungs with my warm air. It took a few moments for her to reach the base of my member, and by then she was sucking the air out of me in ragged gasps. I broke our kiss for a second, licking both of her lips, before bucking a little, giving her everything I had to give. She moaned again, and I continued our life-kiss with passion. I lifted her off of me slowly, gently, as her hips began to thrust, trying to go for my member again. I let her have it, and as she was nearly fully off, I let her go. She slipped a second before ramming herself onto me, the thought of screaming long behind her, as she used her own power to finish us both off. The world around me went fuzzy and white, and as I met each of her thrust with a buck, I knew I was coming dangerously close to climaxing first, a very ungentlemanly gesture. And so, I backed off a little, letting her impale herself, while I tried to keep from going. I must have done a fairly well job, because moments later she began to cry out again, not true screams, but of ecstasy. I felt my crotch get soaked, with little trails running down my legs. Her eyes opened wide, and she blushed with embarrassment. I smiled, kissed her cheek, and sat down on the rock floor. She was a little perplexed as to what I was doing, until I started pressing into her. She moaned again, this time her own hand wrapping over her mouth. She had come first, and now it was time for me. I bucked my hips, bouncing almost off the floor sometimes, pushing myself deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around my head, and pressed her head into my chest to keep from making more noise. With each thrust, I was met with a gasp for air. My balls boiled, the pressure rising inside of me, as I thrust once more… twice more…. On the third buck, it became my turn to moan as I slipped out of her sweet cunt with a wet noise, stood up from under her swiftly, and sprayed myself over her chest armor, a little splattering up on her face. I collapsed beside her, both of our chest heaving in unison. After a few minutes of silence, she removed her chest plate, and licked it clean, giving me as much of a show as she can. Then, to my surprise, she moved her head between my legs, cleaning me all up down there. This was enough to get me hard again, and she smiled as her fist closed around my aroused member, pumping with slow, firm strokes. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She did not mind, and I began to lick her out, tasting her sweet juices for the first time. Her clit was engorged, and she moaned and shuddered every time I tapped it with my tongue. She closed her lips around my cock-head, and began her earlier activity, taking it all in, wetting it down and pulling it back over my head, but upside down. I licked my way deeper and deeper until my face was buried inside her, her damp pussy walls clinging to my tongue. We both came with each other this time, her a bit more readily showable with her juices, my member throbbing, nothing but precum to give. After she cleaned up my crotch this time, she worked on my face, licking and kissing delicately. Suddenly, we both became aware of the world outside our loving. A bell was ringing, and lights in houses went off one by one; it was curfew hour, and she turned to me, saying in a husky voice, which I heard for the first time. “You’d better get back to your room, sir, I don’t want to get some handcuffs or a dungeon involved.”