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Fishing with my Father Chapter 3

As I was driving home from Haley’s, I started to reflect on the last two days that I spent with her and Cathy. I had so much fun showing myself off and of course having sex. I began to consider how I can get my family involved and how it would feel to be fucked by my father and brother at the same time.

Boy Did My Daughter Surprise Me Chapter 17

Chapter 17
The feeling that overwhelmed my body was nothing like I imagined it would be, it has never felt so good to be caught doing something I knew I shouldn’t be doing. My heart pounding at my chest, cold chills consuming my body I could only stand and stare at my beautiful daughter sitting in front of me dressed in the sexy outfit that she had bought for me. The sound from the movie slowly faded as thoughts of what to say filled my head, I knew I couldn’t play dumb since it was clearly her in the pictures and video. Still unable to speak my trance was broken by her sweet voice.
“Let me see here.” she breathed as she scrolled through her thread and stopped on one of my own comments and started reading it word for word. “You look fantastic, I would love to see more of that sweet pussy.” she scrolled down to another one “I can only imagine filling that tight ass of yours with my thick cock” she read it and turned and looked straight ahead at my throbbing cock only feet from her face. She clicked on a previous page and found the pictures of her sucking my dick while I pretended to be asleep and spun around in the chair facing me with her red stockings covered legs spread wide showing me her red lace covered crotch. “I have a felling you were awake, huh? Did you like me sucking your dick daddy, did you like your daughter sucking your dick? Does your little girl turn you on, I know how you like young girls I bet you jack off looking at me don’t you.” Amber said in a sexy voice. I finally calmed down enough to speak “I’m sorry honey I couldn’t help it, you have been driving me crazy walking around here naked. I mean look at you sitting there in that sexy outfit, you know you are driving me crazy.” Amber just smiled and placed her right hand on her stomach and slowly moved it toward the red lace “Do you like this outfit, I bought it just for you. I had planned on letting you take it off of me tonight but I think I will make you wait since you have made me wait, you knew I wanted you or I wouldn’t have sucked your dick while I thought you were asleep. You could have been fucking me but you made me wait so I think I will tease you some more.” Amber said as she slid her hand into the red panties and smiled. “You are a dirty girl Amber with her hand stirring in her panties she looks at my dick and says “You mean you jack off to my pictures but your gonna just stand there and watch. Let me see you jack off.” I wrapped my hand around my dick and started stroking it as my eyes scanned the beauty in front of me. “There you go, stoke that nice dick for me.”
My attention was broke when Emily walked into the room still wearing the white outfit stopping to look at me and then Amber playing with herself in front of the pictures of her sucking my dick and then back to Amber. “Hey sexy your just in time for the show. Guess who is one of our biggest fans on the forum, it seems he likes jacking off looking at our pics so I am gonna let him see it in person. Would you like to join me?” Emily quickly agreed and walked over to Amber and placed her hands on her legs bending over giving me a perfect view of her open crotch framed in the white lace garter straps running across her tight ass cheeks. As she leaned in Amber slid her hand from her panties and shoved two glistening finger into Emily’s mouth which she slowly cleaned before Amber lowered her hand back into her panties and welcomed her with a slow deep kiss. I watched as Emily slowly worked her kisses across the red lace bra stopping to give her nipples a little attention and worked her way across her stomach where she fell to her knees between Amber’s legs, with her hand still working furiously under the red lace the other reached and pulled Emily’s head between her legs. Emily slowly licked the inside of her legs before running her tongue across the lace pushing it deep into the material as she slid her hands up Amber’s thighs grabbing the sides of her panties and pulled on them as she pushed her tongue deeper, still pulling on her panties she licked down Amber’s leg pulling the red lace panties down exposing the three fingers being pushed into the slick pussy of my little girl. Emily slid the panties over her feet before placing them at her nose and taking a deep breath and turning to her side and wrapping them around my dick while getting in a few firm stokes before leaning over taking my dick into her mouth burying her nose in the wet panties, I stood nervously watching Amber watch me get a blowjob form her best friend but she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. My attention quickly turned back to my girl filling her slick pussy with her fingers as I felt the oh familiar feeling in my balls, I was about the fill Emily’s mouth with my load.
“That’s enough we don’t want him cumming yet.” said Amber. Emily slowly released my ready to explode dick from her mouth and found her way back between the waiting legs of my little girl as she slid her sloppy fingers from her pussy so Emily could have her turn. I slowly made my way to their side for a better look, the site of my baby getting her pussy ate was more than I could handle. I couldn’t stop this one I had to cum, with a quick stroke on my panty covered dick I exploded a long stream of cum across Amber’s stomach only to be followed by two more. Amber smiled as she looked down at my cum covering her stomach, Emily quickly saw what the moaning she heard was from. With her hands on her hips Emily licked up her stomach taking in a mouthful of my cum and returning to the waiting pussy, I watched as she sank her tongue deep into Amber’s pussy pushing my cum in with it. Not wasting any she licked all of my cum from her stomach swallowing some and filling Amber’s pussy with the rest. With Emily’s tongue waiting I watched Amber push what cum she could from her pussy on the waiting tongue, with an open mouth Amber waited as the load was brought to her where she sucked it from Emily’s tongue. With the two deep in a kiss I knew I needed to get involved I couldn’t stand and watch anymore so with Emily standing between Amber’s legs holding them spread I crawled between her legs and tasted my little girl’s pussy for the first time. My heart pounded as reality hit me, I was between my daughter’s legs eating her pussy as she swapped my cum with her best friend, the smell of her young pussy quickly drove me back to full length. Emily stepped from her straddling position letting me see my girl as I licked on her pussy, she had pulled her bra down and rubbing her firm tits as her eyes opened. With her looking in my eyes I lifted my mouth from her pussy “I love you baby.” I whispered. She quickly confirmed she was ok with what we were doing by telling me she loved me too. Feeling better I raised my hand sinking my thumb in her sloppy pussy as I crossed it stopping to rub her clit as I licked away at her sweet love hole.
I was so into pleasing my baby I hadn’t noticed Emily had laid on my bed watching us, her hands slowly rubbing between her legs. With our attention she smiled “Why don’t you come over here so we can give him a good show?” she said. Amber looked at me “Come on, we cant leave her out.” I stood between her legs my dick only inches from her pussy, I reached out as she took my hand and lead her to my bed where she crawled between Emily’s open legs giving me what I have wanted to see. Her thick ass stretched the garter straps tight against her cheeks, I stood and watched her thick ass wiggle as she lapped at Emily’s pussy. I was standing by the bed with my dick only inches from her ready holes not sure how long I could resist sticking it in one of them. I knew I wanted the night to last so grabbed the garter straps and pulled my face between her thick cheeks, I had the part of her body I wanted the most at my mercy. “Lick my ass daddy. I want you to lick my ass.” Amber gave me my instructions and I happily obliged her running my tongue across her puckered hole. It only took a couple licks before her tight little ass had opened up welcoming my tongue.
“Oh my god, your ass is awesome!” I mumbled between licks.
“Is he eating that ass good for ya? Can he eat it as good as me?” asked Emily.
What I heard next let me know I was being too easy on her. “No baby, nobody eats ass like you!” answered Amber. With that I knew I needed to pick up the pace so I grabbed her left cheek and spread it wide as I pushed my thumb into her ass, I heard her moan with every push.
“Sounds like hes doing it right now.” said Emily. Ambers moans only got louder as I licked my way down to her pussy while fucking her ass with my thumb. After taking turns on her holes for a while I was ready to step it up again, so I reached wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over to her back laying her beside Emily and laid between them putting a hand between each of their legs and rubbing their pussies. Amber quickly put her attention to my hard dick between them while Emily laid and enjoyed the fingering I was giving her.
“This time you don’t have to act like your asleep.” said Amber as she took my dick in her mouth. With Amber obviously trying hard to impress my with her cock sucking skills (Doing a great job of it I may add) my assault on Emily’s pussy began to slow, eager to be involved she crawled to her knees next to me and joined my horny daughter in sucking my cock. With her sweet hole only inches from my face I quickly filled it with my fingers as I watched the two take turns licking my balls then swallowing my shaft. My fingers deep in Emily’s pussy seemed to be doing the job, with a quick moan and a lot of shaking I watched Emily’s juices cover my hand as I brought her to her first orgasm of the night. Emily watched as I pulled my sticky finger from her quivering hole and licked her sweet nectar from my fingers “Oh you wan to taste this sweet pussy do ya, I’ll give it to ya.” said Emily as she stretched her leg across my face for me to eat her sweet pussy, the white lace skirt barely covering her ass cheeks. Before I had a chance to lick her sweet slit a watched as she pushed the rest of her juices from her hole, with a nice pearl of cum dripping from her lips I slowly licked her folds clean before grabbing handfuls of the lace skirt and sinking my tongue deep between her swollen lips. Unable to watch Amber suck my dick I would look around Emily’s white stocking covered leg to catch a peek of Amber’s nice thick ass stuck up in the air.
Suddenly I noticed Amber had relieved herself of her cock sucking and was sitting astraddle me in a deep kiss with Emily.
“Should we let him watch?” asked Amber. “I think so.” replied Emily as she raised up giving me a clear view of both their pussies straddling me. Unable to reach Amber I could only watch as she grabbed my dick and held it straight up in the air and slowly lowered her body to my waiting dick.

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Magical Hearts chapter 12

Magical hearts chapter 12
The summer passes into fall as we prepare the fortresses on the islands denying their use by any raider of our kingdom. By the end of summer and the beginning of fall, a tower is on all islands that has shown use by Raiders. Justin’s old teacher has shared with us the enchantment for his gates. Now we need only watchers to summon our forces. We have gathered a few more hundred men. We may need to attack more than one group at a time.
Because of Izmira’s past treachery we decided, a demonstration of power would be in order. We decide to make them nervous and wonder just how powerful we are. We are going to go to their kingdom and leave small present for the King. We copied all the documents incriminating his Duke, all the information we gleaned from our prisoners. We will show that we can reach his kingdom, even unto his own throne room, when he cannot reach ours. We will do this now that our defenses are ready.
Before the trees have fully turned in new Cowan, we would prepare a special house to use with one of the carpets. It is similar to our pantry. It has a doorway into the house, and the inside is much larger than the exterior, unlike the pantries there is no time alteration. We need the space to store water and food for the journey. We also wish to be comfortable during our long flight. Therefore, the house also should contain living quarters.
We know the ships from Izmira do not carry enough provisions for a return trip. So turning them away from our shores will mean their death. We decided to give them warning before the loss of their merchant ships, and the innocent lives of those sailed aboard them.
It would be easier to warn them away than to figure out if they were slavers or just evil man that just happen to be merchants. Father’s emissaries have gotten word back to him that many other kingdoms were having similar problems with the kingdom of Izmira. A few of those kingdoms even proposed an alliance to deal with Izmira permanently. They have suffered greater losses than we have.
Isabel and I created new communication mirrors. We had use the elfin enchantment on those mirrors. You could hold a conversation with all the mirrors created at the same time, or to any single mirror. We sent those new mirrors to our emissaries located in those kingdoms proposing an alliance. We would need to speak to those emissaries much quicker and more frequently.
Father use one of the courier carpets along with a navigator to begin transporting the mirrors. They carried a crate with provisions for the two men. The carpet responded differently for each person, if the person feared height and speed, the carpet would fly lower and slow. If the person loved, the feel of the speed the carpet could achieve the carpet would fly very fast. It took a while to find the right two people, two that would allow the carpet to use all its speed. Giving instructions to the two, we set them on their way.
Isabel and I set about the task of planning the house, to use upon the carpet. Once we arrived, we could create a gate like the ones we had for the island keeps. After long discussions with Justin and Selena, Jeremiah and father, we had an architect draw up the plans. Jeremiah suggested that we add some rooms similar to the crates, where time slowed once their door closed. By the time, we are finished there was going to be four floors. Storage rooms took the bottom level. It has common rooms on the second level, kitchen with pantry, dining, and audience chamber, along with a training area. The third and fourth floors where bedchambers, a library and a personal retreat that father insisted on having.
The architect brought back the plans, two days later. They are on four large roles of parchment. With a deep breath, he says after spreading out the four plans, “This castle will take years to construct. Walls must be six foot thick on the lowest level with vaulted ceilings for the storage rooms. To use a flat foundation it must be nearly eight foot thick or set upon solid stone.
What Isabel and I are looking at is the building will be even larger than the enchanted keep. The enchanted Keep was physically larger than the enchanted Castle although it had a huge amount of open space within the walls. Only a tenth of the rooms compared to the Castle. It has no towers, but numerous windows. With what we had planned for the house, this far out stretched what Isabel and I had envisioned. I think father had a different vision in mind. We could bring the Keep on the same carpet. If all went well this would be a less threatening display of power. This miniature Castle would take up no more room than a garden shed if not expanded to its original size. It would give a peaceful alternative to the images what the enchanted Keep would bring to mind.
Isabel and I grin at each other knowing we will spend another month on Fox or Hound Island. Perhaps this time we will invite sparrow along with his companions. They may enjoy a longer visit, and perhaps some time browsing the library before we miniaturize the castle.
Father has already suggested that I choose the books for the library. All bring all the ones on enchanting and magical spells we have duplicated, along with purchasing and duplicating several new ones that have just come up for sale. The estate of an old wizard is selling off his possessions, along with his library. Rumor has it he was doing some very interesting work.
I am wondering what Father’s true purpose is for the miniature Castle, or should I say purposes father seems do nothing without a host of reasons.
Due to the feverish nature of my first two years as crown prince we have not gotten to visit very few of the Dukes and their lands. Before this thing with Izmira had come to our attention, we were to visit several of the dukedoms.
Over the last two years, we had increased the number of enchanted crates. We can store grain now for well over one hundred years in the enchanted crates. Now we have enough grain for a full year of famine, where every dukedom fails to produce any grain at all. That should be a very unlikely circumstance considering the length and breadth of our kingdom is quite vast. No single storm would wipe out the grain production for a single dukedom let alone the entire kingdom.
During our long history they have been several periods were great winter storms lasted far into the spring leaving us too short of a growing season for all but the most Southern duchies. Orc invasions had led to famine as well. The orcs’ invasion route took them through the grain belt, the dukedoms south of Cowan River. It took decades to recover our grain production. We would need more grain if an event like that occurred again.
Father wished us to give an enchanted crate to each dukedom. The Dukes should choose to use it for the granary. My father had devised this as a test for his Dukes. Father had determined it was time for a housecleaning as he called it. He would remove any Duke not serving his people. Too many of the Dukes had become complacent in their duties and believed themselves privileged. Bethany and Camarillo had proven the point. Jeremiah’s dukedom have produced more taxes in his short tenure than many others have over the last decade. Either the Dukes were corrupt taking the majority of the King’s taxes or their people were struggling with poor leadership from above.
We would have to get back to that as quickly as possible once the situation with Izmira concludes.
We create two more houses, one with our best knowledge of what the elves prefer. It is a present for Sparrow, it will have four bedrooms one for him and each of his companions. The house will have a library with a large glass window that can open with a wave of their hand to allow air and light in the room. All the bedrooms will have glass windows as well. We will create cabinets like ours, something that had impressed them. The library will have the duplications of some of the books we promised to share.
The second we built is for Ruth and Ben. It will be somewhat smaller although it will have three bedrooms, one master with two large bedrooms for children. A small armory, common room and office along with the kitchen will complete the house for them.
The more often we perform the enchantments to create the houses the easier it has become. Isabel and I have found magic to be a little like exercise, the more you do the stronger you become. Creating both houses took one morning to complete.
Sparrow had given us a second way of communicating although slower than a communication mirror. We could expect word back from him in a few days.
Isabel and I in recent days got the feeling of someone observing us. Sparrow’s privacy spell had come in handy many times. Occasionally those feelings did not stop after casting the spell. Sparrow had told us they stop unfriendly eyes from watching us. We may assume that Sparrow or other friendly wizards were watching judging from that.
We decided that having a friendly wizard watch was not a bad thing. We would gladly share our knowledge with friends. We have converted a few of the spells from grandfather’s tomes to scrolls. Most wizards can easily transcribe from scrolls into a book for later use. We would only asked for the minimum cost, exchange spells or freely give those scrolls to friendly wizards.
The feelings we are getting that morning, someone is watching. After casting the privacy spell, the feelings did not diminish. I take a chance and ask the air, “Sparrow is that you watching, could you come for a visit?”
In just seconds a wall of mist appears, and out steps a chuckling Sparrow. “How did you even realize I was watching?”
I say, “We felt someone watching. Since the privacy spell did not end that feeling. It must be a friendly wizard watching. Of those who would watch us, most are nearby in the city. I could feel it was from a great distance.”
Sparrow points to the sky and questions, “Can you see that eagle way up there?”
I see a small dot where he points, but from that great distance, I cannot tell if it was an eagle or hawk. Chuckling I say, “Barely, but not clear enough to truly say what it is.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “You cannot even see clearly what was actually watching you. I was using the eagle’s eyes for a time.”
I question, “Is it possible we felt your magic, and not the eagle’s stare?”
Sparrow raises an eyebrow and says thoughtfully, “It may be possible, but you would be the first.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Sparrow do not forget my husband and I share a strong bond. A woman can always tell when someone stares at her.” Sparrow blushes deeply which causes us to laugh, but Isabel gives him a hug. He finally joins in with our laughter.
After a few moments, Isabel says, “If we knew it was you were watching we would have asked for your opinion on our gift for you. Although we cannot place it in the trees for you, we hope we got the architecture right.”
Sparrow almost has a tear in his eye as he looks upon the house we had just created. He says, “This is a great gift. I believe I will enjoy it even if it does not rest high in a tree.”
Smiling I hand him four acorns. I say, “When you find the right place for the house to be for a very long time plant these at the edge of the corners of the house. Then simply say I am home.”
He looks at me questioning and I explain, “The acorns will grow into ninety foot oak trees and carry the house up into their branches. You may remove the house, but the trees will never return to acorns. You may place the house again on the trees, but the trees are living thing and may grow branches where the house had set. You will probably have to prune those and heal the branches before resetting the house.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “My friends this cannot come at a better time. A lightning strike destroyed one of the trees that supported my home. I managed to escape along with my friends just before the tree collapsed taking my house with it. It was just yesterday, and I am living at my daughter’s home for the present.”
Smiling I say, “Then shall we take a tour of your new home, before we complete the enchantments. If something is not to your liking, we may change it now.”
Sparrow grimaces before he says, “There is one thing, elves never use square windows. Could you please change that one thing?”
Isabel smiles and says, “Certainly, but let us look inside before we begin to make changes.”
Opening the door sparrow immediately notices the house is larger on the inside, not tremendously so just nearly double the size of the outside. Sparrow raises an eyebrow and a wide smile crosses his lips. “I will have the largest home in my city. Even the King’s home is not quite as large. I better make sure my brother does not see it before I move in.”
He sees our confusion and explains, “You did not know that my half-brother is the King of the elves? If he sees, it before I occupy the house, he may take it for his own. Not something he would do once I have moved my belongings into the house.”
I say, “Come up to the library we have a few things there for you already.”
Justin and Selena are placing the books that we copied for Sparrow on the shelves. He may share them with his people as he wishes. Sparrow shakes Justin’s hand and greets him warmly, “I see I not only have Julius and Isabel to think for my new home but you two as well.”
Selena giggles and says, “It was a pleasure working on this house. Perhaps soon Justin and Isabel can help us create a new home of our own. I just love your closets.”
Isabel and I nod yes nearly instantly and smile warmly at our two friends. Isabel says, “I am sure we can find the time one of these days.”
Sparrow is looking through a few of the books remaining on a large desk, he smiling as he reads the spell. He looks up at me and says, “This is a very old spell, elves have used this long ago, but it has been lost to us for nearly a thousand years.”
I smile and say, “That is a copy of the tome that belonged to one of my distant ancestors the first high King’s wife. They too were a bonded pair, blessed by Aphrodite. It is through her that the kingdom come to know the goddess.”
Sparrow smiles and ask, “Do you happen to know her name?”
I say, “Isabel Cowan, her maiden name was Isabel Firemoon of Forestdale.”
Sparrow a little shocked says, “That means we are of the same blood, very distantly.”
With a smile I say, “Perhaps, that is why I am wiser than many. My ancestors share the wisdom of both elves and humans.”
With a smile Sparrow says, “This is knowledge my brother will be pleased with, he is always wondered why he felt such affection to your family.”
I ask, “Do you know their story?”
Sparrow shakes his head no. So I ask, “Would you like to hear the story, it is one I first heard when father told it to little Patrick. It is really quite interesting story how the two married.” Sparrow nods his head yes.
Drawing the story fully into my mind, I begin the telling. “After bringing peace to the lands of Cowan, the nameless man took the name of the land for his. He became Cowan the wise and the first high King. The duchies on the East coast of Cowan, just across the narrow sea from your homeland had been at war with the elves for as long as people could remember. Cowan the wise send emissaries to negotiate a peace. After two years of negotiation, a treaty was ready and to seal the peace, a royal marriage arranged between Cowan and Isabel. Isabel Firemoon was the first daughter and oldest child born to King Firemoon of the elves.
Cowan the wise yet a young man had not taken a wife. Isabel had not taken a husband because the goddess promised that one day she would have a blessed bonding. The two had never met. Arrangements made for High King Cowan travel to the elves lands of Forestdale. The two were not to meet until the wedding day.
Isabel fearing her upcoming nuptials fled from her home. She was nearly half a day away from her home when a Drake attacked her near the coast road. King Cowan had made landfall and was traveling on that same road heading towards the city of Forestdale. Hearing Isabel’s scream King Cowan charged into battle against the Drake. As you know, Drakes can be very tough to kill with magic or sword.
Both strike at the beast with little effect. Finally, King Cowan plunged his sword into the beast’s eye, not nearly deep enough to be fatal by itself to the Drake. The Drake struck out blindly knocking him from his feet. With the sword still in the eye socket of the Drake Isabel cast a lightning spell striking the sword and running directly into the brain of the Drake. The flash of the lightning had blinded King Cowan. Nevertheless, together the two have killed the Drake, both having saved the others life in their efforts.
Once retaking his feet King Cowan met Isabel for the first time. Both not knowing whom the other truly was, the sounds of their battle had brought the Royal guard. They were only alone for a very short time. Isabel moved to her rescuer King Cowan blindly pulled Isabel into a hug. They shared a kiss. It had an effect that neither could deny to their heart. Now the King Cowan could see once more, he wondered at the beauty in his arms. Both had fallen in love in the gaze and embrace of the other. When the Royal guard arrived moments later, they separated the two.
The Royal guard forced Isabel to return to her home. The further away she got from King Cowan the more upset she become, by the time she reached her home she was in tears and could barely stand.
The Royal guard nearly killed King Cowan for trespassing on their lands, until he produced a letter from his future father-in-law.
King Cowan had insisted that they skin the Drake and give the hide to the maiden who helped him kill the beast. By the time they had finished he was so weak he could barely stand. His strength seem to return the closer they got to Isabel. He described it as his heart pulling him to its desire. He soon began to run forcing the guard to keep up. He never did quite catch the maiden before she had managed to disappear into the city.
With the events of the previous day, both were heartsick. The guards delivered the tanned Drake hide to Isabel. That only served to remind her of the brave man who charged to her rescue. The only person she desired held within his arms, whose lips she desired more than food.
She had decided that she would prefer death than marriage to a man she did not know or love, her heart belong to a brave man who come to her rescue. She written a note for her father telling of her planned suicide. That he should not blame the human King, it was not his fault but she cannot marry anyone except for whom the goddess promised. She was going to wait until he slept and fall upon his sword.
The Elf King had a suit of armor made for King Cowan, with the visor down to hide his sadness he entered the Temple of Aphrodite. He knew he did not love any other than the maiden he rescued, although he would fulfill his duty to the kingdom.
They both bathed and redressed, King Cowan in the full armor, Isabel in a long dress with a veil that covered her sad face. The two inter the chapel unknowing they approach their own love. At the conclusion of the ceremony, the priestess ordered them to remove the helmet and lift the veil so that they may kiss to seal their union.
Upon seeing the face of the other, they recognized their love, the one they had stood with against the Drake. Their hearts were overjoyed and they kissed happily. The glow startling the two as love filled their hearts.”
I conclude their story by saying, “From that day on the priestess of Aphrodite have asked for couples to give words of love for each other. However, only the priestess know what King Cowan and Isabel said to the other.”
Sparrow chuckles and says, “Not exactly. The elves tell the same story to our children. Although they leave out the fact, that King Cowan was a human. They were the last blessed by Aphrodite. Legend has it a couple not knowing of the story will use the same words as Isabel and Cowan on their wedding day.”
Isabel and I have chills running up our spines. Justin asks, “Do you know the words that they said?”
Smiling Sparrow says, “I have been sworn to secrecy, although since all here are married I see no harm in sharing, if you also swear not to share the words.”
Before he can say anything, I say. “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I was a blind man walking through this world until you open my eyes.”
Sparrow was stunned as Isabel continues, “Your words bring joy to my heart. My life began when you held me in your arms for the first time.”
I finish, “You are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. You are the light that I see by, the love that I feel knows no bounds, and surely, it makes us stronger. You are my soul mate. I think the goddess for making us as one.”
Sparrow sits heavily in a desk chair looking as if he just saw us transformed. Justin asks, “Where those the words used by Cowan and Isabel?” Sparrow nods his head as his handshake. Justin continues, “They were the exact words that Julius and Isabel said at their wedding, just before the goddess pronounce them married and the example of what love should be.”
In a shaky voice, Sparrow ask a question, “Isabel do you know your line, at any time are you related to your namesake?”
Isabel is unsure but I smile and say, “High King Cowan and Isabel’s youngest child was named Morgan and the founder of his clan. You never knew you were royalty all along my Love. It came up one day when there was a challenge to your father becoming a duke. Father had genealogist trace his line all the way back to King Cowan and Isabel.”
That information does nothing to steady Sparrow’s nerves. Drawing a ragged breath in he asks, “Have you ever seen the goddess other than that?”
Justin nodding his head yes, as Isabel and I count using our connection to remind each other. I finally say, “Three other times, the night of judgment in the morning, she caressed our faces. The day after our wedding where she explained how she had hidden me away. Then after sending, Isabel and I back in time for a month to destroy the Raiders this year.”
Sparrow again asks a question of us, “Has ever a priestess of Aphrodite referred to you as the chosen of the goddess?”
Justin answers, “I have heard them referred to Julius and Isabel as that.”
Sparrow says, “That would explain many things, Justin and Isabel not only share power with each other. You two also receive power from the goddess, when your purpose matches hers. That in no way diminishes your accomplishments, if anything it only magnifies them. I am sure you creating this house is not something the goddess would grant her power for.”
Isabel and I nod our head yes. Justin asks, “Perhaps that is why enchanting the Keep seems so easy.” Again Isabel and I nod our heads yes.
Sparrow finally says, “I never thought I would actually meet the chosen of the goddess, our people have nearly given up hope that you would return. I must tell my brother.”
Setting on the desk is the goddess and she smiles at Sparrow before she says, “I have allowed you to learn this Sparrow, but is not time for you to share the good news. When you will have need of them, I will ensure they are with you. They are yet busy working on a task for me.” As always, the goddess disappears as quickly as she came.
Isabel and I look at each other before turning to a pale faced Sparrow and blurting out, “Four.”
That seems to break Sparrow’s confusion, instantly he begins to laugh. We still feel the love and joy left behind by the goddess like perfume hanging in the air. Justin and Selena, Isabel and I join in for a moment before giving a kiss to our spouses. Sparrow gasps at seeing the four of us glowing.
After Justin and Selena, break their kiss. Justin asks, “Did you know that would happen? That when two people fall in love in the presence of Julius and Isabel, that they too would share in the blessing of the goddess.”
Jokingly I say, “We have been accused of being contagious. We do seem to spread the love bug. First Ben and Ruth, than these two, and only the goddess knows how many more.”
Sparrow now finished with his laugh says, “I will grant you anything in your quest for the goddess. I will give you what help I can in the task you have at hand. It will be my honor to help the chosen of the goddess, even if I cannot share that news.”
We share with Sparrow our next project, the floor plans for the keep only then that I noticed they have changed now they have six floors. The first level still is storage the second floor now dedicated to the goddess, and creates a temple, complete with chapel and ritual bathing pools. The third floor is housing for the priestesses. The fourth floor is now the common areas, kitchen and so forth what used to be on the second floor. The fourth in a fifth are as the third and fourth. The sixth floor nine large suites marked each of three languages one set of rooms for each King and Queen, Prince and Princess, and high priestess Chambers. A large central room and halls that connects the suites with a spiral staircase leads down.
Isabel looks at the plans and says, “I see they have expanded somewhat.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It would seem the goddess has her own ideas on our building project.”
I smile and say, “I will gladly do it for the goddess, after all look who I have in my life because of love.”
Isabel laughs and asks, “That would be little Patrick, right?”
With a laugh as I move, my hand atop Isabel’s expanding stomach. I say, “Let us not forget the twins.”
Sparrow shakes his head with a smile he says, “I can see why the goddess likes you. You two just simply shine with love.”
It takes the rest of the afternoon to finish sparrow’s house, readjusting his windows was the first of a few things. However, he was very pleased with most of the house and needed only to change a few colors in the rooms. Nothing major, other than the windows, which required us to gather more sand. Sparrow even made some of his own furniture, after we shared with him the technique of gathering and molding a raw material. It proved a simple task for him, and Isabel really loved the style of chairs he created for his dining room.
The next day the five of us begin working on the enchanted Castle. Given the amount of materials we would need we began along the coast gathering the Driftwood from every abandoned section of coastline. We spent several days and station several huge wooden balls near where we need to fly out to sea. We knew the islands have very little driftwood left for our use.
With Sparrow, Justin and Selena’s help, we will fly the wood out to Hound Island just before we begin building the enchanted Castle. It has a hip roof, so we also gather slate to cover the entire roof. We had to gather a small amount of metal for door hinges, knobs and knockers. To create glass one must use a special type of sand that is free of contaminants. Locating such a deposit takes us three days, just downstream is a natural copper deposit and we remove a fairly large amount of that. The sand has formed into a large glass ball, and the copper makes a huge stand so we set the ball on the ground it does not roll. Justin laughs at seeing the large crystal ball, with its copper stand. He compliments us on making the world’s largest crystal ball.
Isabel giggles and says, “I wonder if it is any good at spying on people. Perhaps we can try that before we reform the ball into glass windows.”
Selena giggles and says, “From the size of it, we probably could look down on an entire kingdom, and then look down and see what a wizard is reading over breakfast.”
Sparrow says, “I would not believe it possible to make a crystal that large. How did you keep it from breaking as it cooled?”
Isabel blinks before she says, “Magic to heat it transforming the sand to glass. Then magic to cool it evenly so it would not shatter.”
Smiling Sparrow says, “Lady Isabel you see this world differently than most. Others see the world changed by magic, but I believe you see the world and magic as one.”
Somewhat startled I say, “I thought all wizards knew the world was made up of magic and matter, it is the string that holds matter together. Our magic merely pulls on the strings bending them and matter to our will.”
Justin, Selena and Sparrow seemed shocked by this revelation, like a great truth that has not been revealed to them as of yet. Sparrow when he recovers says, “No wonder you can do so many things so easily. You could not see the eagle, but you see the smallest strings that bind matter together. The rest of us are as blind seamstresses only knowing how to stitch by what we have been taught.”
Justin smiles before he adds, “Perhaps, that is why nearly everything you make is permanent and of great power. Julius and Isabel stitch the matter and the magic back together perfectly.”
I say, “All things age and decay. Even the magic that holds the world together eventually will cease to exist. The universe will eventually fall back upon itself returning to what it once was at the beginning of time. Then only the gods will be there to create again. They will again use their power and create everything you see and so much more.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “Another thing that I suspected must be true. Such knowledge comes from the gods that is proof of your connection to the goddess.”
Sparrow finds the spell for the acorn smiling he asks, “Is this the spell used to enchant the acorns?”
I nod my head yes. Sparrow says, “Only one of elfish blood could use this enchantment. I know it will work have sensed the magic in the acorns. You inherit more from your ancestor Isabel than you knew.”
I smile and say, “Only unto recently Sparrow, I did not know my name, or my inheritance.”
Sparrow looks confused, and Justin nods his head yes. Isabel smiles and says, “I did not know I was related to the high King until just a few days ago. When Julius and I first fell in love, he cast a light spell calling it my Halo and it glowed for nearly a day. It was four years later, when Julius save me from a werewolf he killed it with the lightning bolt, which was the night we discovered we were bonded.”
I smile give Isabel a kiss on the cheek. I add, “At the time I knew I was the luckiest person alive to be betrothed and bonded to Isabel. I can barely believe how much my life changed that week. Isabel and I was wed although I was a nameless man, until my birthright discovered by father.”
This new information has Sparrow standing with his jaw slack. He pleads, “Julius please tell me the full story of your life. The fact that you were a nameless man is of great importance.”
I begin the long telling as Sparrow listens intently. I tell him every detail that I know. I tell sparrow about how my mother died, how the goddess had hidden me. I tell how I lost the only parents I had known at four years old that I knew at the time and became a slave losing my name. How Justin freed me, and how that led to the freeing of all slaves in Cowan. Isabel and I tell him of our first meeting, and how her younger siblings would tease her. Justin adds how upset her father was about the Halo, and that was why he kept her away believing that I was irresponsible with my magic. Isabel tells of the wicked Duke who ordered the marriage to his son, and how she ran away. We retail in detail the night of our meeting, how had led to our bonding being discovered. We tell the story all the way up through where father discovered my birthmark. At sparrow’s insistence, we continue on right up to the point where we met him for the first time.
Sparrow looks shaken, after taking a deep breath he says, “There is a prophecy about the return of the chosen. It is uncanny how closely your life story is to the prophecy. Obviously, the priestess know this.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I knew he was something special when I first saw him. Although just a boy and very frightened he held back his tears as the auctioneer call for bids.”
I say, “That had not been a pleasant day, I had just arrived in Camarillo and the ship had been low on provisions for the last two weeks. That meant the slaves did not have anything to eat for quite a long time.”
I remember how the aroma of the food from the inns had made my stomach grumble. An old woman had slipped me a crust of bread and I eaten it very quickly. I must had stopped because I was yanked off my feet, as the rope pulled tight. I have been the last in line. I nearly received the whip for having slowed the progress of us slaves. The old woman saved me from the whip that once telling the slave master. You will get a poor price for him if he is all bloody.
I look back to my friends and say, “For me those days are no more, but I fear others live through it. I would break the chains, cut the ropes, and free those now held as slaves. It is easy for those who hold slaves to think themselves superior. The truth is that slavery is an evil this world needs cleansed of forever.”
Sparrow shakes his head and says, “The elves have seen this also. Back in the early days of humanity the elves thought humans were little more than brute beast and kept them as slaves. The goddess condemned our practice of slavery. When those humans release many of them surprised us they have learned far more from us than we had realized. They sailed across the narrow sea and begin setting up homes in the lands you now call Cowan. They were no longer the savages we had believed them to be.”
Sparrow continues, “It was our own fault, the humans of those days long past had feared us. When we send emissaries, they were mistaken for Raiders. The humans fearing for their freedom fought the elves that landed on their shore. That led to a general mistrust between our two races. It was our mistake to start with, and we then left with no way of apologizing or making amends.
Therefore, for over two thousand years we remained isolated, not trusting the other. The goddess finally had to bring a blessed bonding between high King Cowan and Isabel to end that mistrust. Although it was not fully successful, many elves still mistrust humans.”
Selena asks, “This sounds like it was a very long time ago, hundreds of human generations have come and gone in that time. I know the elves have much longer lives, but surely none still live from that time. Is it not time for both humans and elves to get over that mistake?”
I pondered, “Perhaps that is what the goddess is trying to get us to do. We are both her children after all.”
Sparrow smiles brightly and says, “With luck your destiny is far broader than what prophecy has foretold.”
Sparrow wishes to retrieve his items from his daughter’s home where they are being stored. We loan him the use of a crate and carpet. He creates a gate and actually flies the carpet through with a crate upon it. He said it would take about a day to finish loading his belongings, and he would bring back his companions upon his return.
We use the time to move the gathered supplies, not wishing to use the same spot that surely watched from time to time. We scout Hound Island finding a large plateau atop a hill that separates the two valleys a wide meadow nestled there with a beautiful view of both valleys. The forest runs right to the edge of the meadow with many hardwood trees of extreme age. There is an area where a large flat stone protrudes from the grass of the surrounding meadow. Justin and I pace the area off finding it more than large enough to place the castle upon it and would be an excellent place for its construction.
Isabel and I cast the privacy spell over several places. Sparrow has taught us how to extend the spell so it will last for as long as we wish. Will give it two months, even if they find the spot they will not know we have already gone having finished our work and departed unseen.
The first trip is to bring all our companions who will join us on Hound Island. Early the next day we leave from New Cowan with our companions. All the houses we have stocked with provisions, and a set of communication mirrors. Father is correct we should not be out of touch for that long of a time.
Michael’s girls are enjoying flying our carpet, we have them stop by the supplies and Isabel and I, and Justin and Selena bring the four stone balls we gathered already.
As the four stone balls lift off the ground Bill asks, “Just how big is this thing going to be?”
Not willing to break my concentration I wait to tell him until the ball is stable. I say, “Far larger than I thought when Isabel and I first imagined the idea.”
Ben asks, “Just how large is that?”
Realizing my two friends will not be satisfied with a poor answer I say, “A temple of Aphrodite on the second floor, the third floor is housing for the priestesses, the fourth kitchen and dining room, pantry, Armory and exercise room, fourth and fifth floors housing, sixth floor high priestess’ and Royal bedrooms.”
Both of them look at each other then back to the four large stones that float behind us. Ben chuckles and says, “I bet you are going to need more stone.”
With a groan I say, “This is just enough for the foundation in the first floor. We will gather more stone from the stone yards on Fox Island. I just hope we have enough wood for the framework.”
Both are shocked and I continue, “The plans expanded twice, Isabel and I only wished enough room for us to travel in comfort on the carpet. Father and Jeremiah has other ideas and the plans more than doubled because of that. The goddess wished a temple of Aphrodite added, and I will not deny her. I owe her far too much.”
Michael and Juliet joined Ben and Bill as they look at the large stones Isabel and I bring along with us. Michael wonders, “The stones are nearly fifty feet across, surely that should be more than enough to build a palace.”
Getting a mental image from Isabel I say, “The palace of Aphrodite will be larger than even the palace of New Cowan, without its courtyard. Although the main building has several wings, this palace will be large square building that contains as much room as father’s castle.”
The remainder of the flight passes quickly. I warn Sophia to slow before we come to a stop the weight of the stone would be hard to control otherwise. Her sister Sonia is doing the same, Isabel and I along with Justin and Selena each control the huge stone balls and we slowly come to a landing. Finally coming to a stop near the area where we will begin construction of the Castle.
Justin and Selena show the strain of the trip, whereas Isabel and I barely feel the effort. We had been levitating the materials for over three hours. I realize something else, Isabel and I continue to become more powerful at a faster rate than many wizards have ever done. I wonder if that is a gift from the goddess as well.
Justin seeing his pupil is less drained than he is remarks, “Has the pupil now surpassed his master? I do believe so.”
With a smile, I accept his complement and say, “If I have, it is only because you have prepared me to do so. I owe you so much, my master and my friend, Uncle Justin.”
Justin chuckles and says, “I am no longer your master obviously, but I will gladly be your friend my nephew.”
Isabel gives her uncle a hug, the girls giggle as their father and mother hug them. I turned to my two apprentices and say, “Sonia and Sophia you did outstandingly at your first time controlling the carpet.” The two girls and their parents smile brightly at hearing me complement them.
We set about setting up our encampment. We expand the now four houses, and the barn. Little Patrick laughs at watching the houses expand. To him is a great experience watching what looks like a toy to him become the house we will live in for a number of weeks.
Ben and Ruth are surprised when we expand the house for them. Ruth gives Isabel a hug and we explained we purchased the old farm for them. We have a carpet so it will not take them a great deal of time to come back to the city, As long as they do not mind us visiting often. Isabel finally says, “Julius and I just need a place where we can get away from court for a while.”
Ben and Ruth nod their head yes, as they understand. Ben finally says, “As long as you are not trying to get rid of us.”
I shake my head no and Isabel looks a little hurt as she says, “Ruth, you are my friend, I would do nothing to lose that.”
Ruth giggles and says, “Yes Princess.”
Isabel begins to chase Ruth the two giggling like sisters. When Isabel finally catches Ruth she says, “Be careful my friend or I will make you a Duchess.”
Ruth has a surprise look before she says, “Isabel you would not dare, if I am a Duchess who we keep you and Julius in line.”
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Isabel says, “Do not worry, I would not send you away so you could still bend my ear whenever you need to.”
Ben throws his hands up in mock surrender as he looks at me. I say, “I will make you both Knights one-day, if my father does not before I can.”
After everything calms back down, we send Sparrow a quick message letting him know where we are. We settle in for the night. Our companions join us for a dinner meal in our house. Bill, Samuel and Martin will be staying in the rooms that they occupied before.
The next day we begin moving the wood from what we have already gathered. Because of the distance, we can only make two trips and we retrieve less than half of the wood. We spend one more day and have moved most of the wood, and decide to begin the process of making the Castle the following day. Justin and Selena will bring the rest of the wood as Isabel and I begin the construction.
We gather a little the dead or dying trees from the edge of the forest, training our apprentices. They will begin making furniture for the Castle. That will give them some practical experience with transmuting matter, shaping it by and to their will. We replaced the trees with saplings and they magically grow into younger healthier trees. We are careful not to disturb too much of the forest in one location.
Since we did not bring any horses this time the barn is simply for storage. We cleaned out the barn thoroughly, and new hay covers the floor. Between the hayloft, and the main floor the girls will have plenty of space to store chairs and tables. We do not expect them to create all the furniture, but a palace this large will have hundreds of rooms many requiring lavish furniture.
The goddess’ version of the plans not only covered the dimensions of the rooms, but also cover the type of furniture selected for each room. Even the staff for the palace has large comfortable rooms, with nice furniture. As we discovered the plans had expanded quite a bit.
We had expected Sparrow to return sometime today when he has not we began to worry that he cannot even find us, or something more is wrong.
We decide to try the communication mirrors. Sparrow had given us his command that would allow us to talk to his mirror. We speak the command the mirror clouds, and then we are looking in on an elfin home. Sparrow notices the mirror as he raises from his packing. With a chuckle of relief I say, “I see you only found that the task was greater than you estimated.”
Sparrow with a smile replies, “Yes it is. Of course, I was not able to start when I wished. My daughter is in the Rangers. She left this morning to scout the edge of the orc’s land. It is something we do often, they may give us enough warning. The orcs move with the spring, but they always move south in their lands just before winter when they do.”
Isabel says, “We only worried when you had not returned when you promised. However, I see there is no need to worry and you will be here when you can.”
I add, “We really only called to see if you had need of us. As you promised to come to our aid, we would also when you have need.”
Sparrow smiles and says, “If only I taught you the spell of teleportation, I could use some help packing.” He chuckles before turning back to his task.
Isabel nods and I begin the spell of teleportation, our companions, Isabel and I pass through a wall of mist to arrive in the home of Sparrow’s daughter. Sparrow’s head pops up with a momentary look of astonishment before he chuckles. Sparrow says, “Welcome friends, I should not be surprised that you would know that spell by now.”
I explain, “I found it in the tome left to me by my ancestor Isabel.”
Sparrow has a look of wonder for a moment and ask, “Was it in the same tome as the enchanted acorn?”
I nod my head yes before saying, “Much later in the tome. It was one of the last spells she added.”
Sparrow explains, “Very few wizards could ever cast that spell they must have the power of a grandmaster mage, which obviously you do between you and Isabel.”
Isabel says, “You did ask for us to help you pack, where you need us to begin?”
Sparrow points to a heavy looking chest, Samuel and Martin moved to the ends lifting it easily walking over to the crate.
The two men chuckle as I levitate them, and they descend into the crate. Landing on the bottom, they begin to organize boxes. Sparrow looking down into the crate says, “So that is how you do that.”
Bill says, “You always can tie a rope to whatever you need to lower, if a wizard is not available.”
Sparrow chuckles looking around he says, “We have five.”
Bill chuckles and says, “That is good because we forgot the rope.”
Sparrow points to a large stack of boxes he is yet to place into the crate. He asks, “Julius if you would be so kind to lower those. They are ready to go. They just need to be placed within the crate.”
I give a nod of my head and begin the process of levitating the boxes and passing them to Samuel and Martin at the bottom of the crate. Isabel looks at stack of dishes in the sink and before anyone else can stop her she moves and begins to clean the dishes and kitchen area. Selena joins her giving her a nod with a smile. Little Patrick is wide-eyed from his vantage point in Juliet’s arms. Everything here is new and interesting to him. It does not take long as sparrow directs the process, with the additional help we give him.
Although his packing is complete, we take our time enjoying our new surroundings. From the balcony Sparrow points out points of interest, the elves have mage lights on the exterior of their buildings. Even though it is fully dark the city of Forestdale glows with a light equal to false dawn. Sparrow is proud of the city that is his home. He suggests that we go to an inn for our evening meal one he knows well. The sound of Samuel and Martin stomach growling has us nodding our heads in agreement as we try not to chuckle.
Sparrow leads the way over walkways. Some you cannot see the ground for the canopy below them, where you do see the ground is at least fifty feet below us. Some houses and walkways are even higher, and we pass the occasional elf who only stares at the odd sight of humans in Forestdale.
We arrive at the Fallen Oak Inn. At least six trees support it. Most of the houses are of moderate size, but the inn is at least three times the size of most of the houses around the city. From the sound coming from the inn, at least a large portion the city must be within. The sound of voices fills the air, along with the most delicious aroma.
The whole room quiets as we enter. Sparrow immediately waves down one of the serving girl and asks for a large table. The silence only lasts for a moment or two, as everyone seemed to a found new topic to speak about tonight.
The girl calls back, leads us to a large table near the back. My companions seem too tense, even Samuel and Martin seem to have lost their appetite. Over the last two years, one of the things I was required to learn was the elvish language. I do catch a few derogatory comments, but most are just simply curious on our presence here.
Arriving at our table, I ordered soft-spiced Apple cider. Alcohol is not good for Isabel, Ruth or little Patrick. Most of my companions would not drink hard cider under the circumstance. Sparrow smiles and orders a wine, he suggest the roast venison, and everyone nods. The server takes our orders and heads to the kitchens.
I take my seat now with my son in my lap. This is a new experience for him, and he squirms excitedly as he turns from one interest to another. It is about all I can do to keep the boy seated. He would love nothing other than to walk over and look at anything and everything about the room in closer detail.
Fortunately, the food comes quickly, and I share from my plate with my son. Testing the food ensuring it is not too hot. I wave my hand over the plate cooling it slightly. Little Patrick is definitely hungry, and a little impatient being a toddler. The server smiles at how gently I treat my son.
Giving little Patrick a piece of meat, he grins up at me. This is not the first time he has eaten while in my lap, although given the chance he prefers his grandfather’s lap. I managed to get a few bites between feeding him. The food is very good. I finished the plate once Little Patrick has eaten his fill and like most toddlers fallen asleep.
Even Sparrow is impressed. He says, “You show great patience with your son. I can remember when my daughter was his age. I do not believe I would have dared to have brought her out for dinner.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Now you know why he is in his father’s lap. He would not a set so still for me.”
Caressing my sons back I say, “He knows you are a softy my Love.” Isabel sticks her tongue out at me playfully, that brings chuckles from our table and many nearby. Isabel quickly pulls back in her tongue realizing she was being watched.
Sparrow says, “Your joy is contagious Isabel, fear not I believe none here will judge you harshly.”
The room go silent once again. As a tall overdressed elf accompanied by six armored knights enter the Inn. Sparrow glances over his shoulder, he shakes his head as he rises. He says, “My brother just had to come himself, he could not send his steward to ask his questions.”
I hand little Patrick to Isabel and rise along with Sparrow, as his brother approaches I ask, “By chance did you happen to speak to your brother about our relationship.”
Sparrow half turns and says, “I did not as of yet. I did not know how to bring that subject up without all the truth coming forth.”
As his brother arrives, Sparrow is bowing deeply and I follow suit. The elf king barely gives more than a nod to his brother. With what sounds like disdain in his voice he asks, “Sparrow who have you brought into my kingdom?”
Looking into his brothers face now he says, “Friends, who have come to help me more than you have. You cannot be bothered to even send me one of your servants, and they come from more than three thousand miles to help me in my packing.”
The look from his brother tells us that answer was not sufficient. Sparrow draws in a deep breath and says, “May I introduce Grandmaster Wizard Prince Julius Cowan, high Prince to Cowan and my friend.”
The King and many around who have turned to look all display shocked expressions. Not from the fact that I am the high Prince of Cowan, but the title of Grandmaster Wizard. Perhaps even I have a shocked expression not expecting named as such. The King seems to recover quickly he asks, “Your father finally found you? Patrick had come to our kingdom asking help from our wizards in locating you. Even our most powerful ones could not.”
I smile and say, “Being hidden by the goddess Aphrodite would make that difficult. It is a long story your Majesty perhaps at a later time, we can share the story in full.”
The look on his face displays that is something he is not accustomed to have happen. I doubt anyone in his long lifetime has denied him anything. I know I cannot tell him my full story without divulging Isabel and I are the chosen of the goddess. I am uncertain if it is time for that, even more uncertain of this location.
It is said, that the gods work in mysterious ways, I am sure I lack the knowledge to comprehend how they work. In a clear spot next to Sparrow, a vision of horror appears. A badly burned and smoking body standing over another missing its forearm also suffering from burns. As it collapses, the soft moan is the only thing that tells me life is still in the body.
The Knights instantly pull the king back, standing between him and the apparition that just appeared out of thin air. Sparrow’s eyes are wide as he sinks to his knees. Isabel is rushing to my side, little Patrick now in Juliet’s arms. Recognition, sadness and fear is on Sparrow’s face as he looks at an amulet around the neck of the one who had been standing.
As Isabel reaches me, we do the one thing no one would expect us to do except for Sparrow. I pull Isabel into a kiss. As always, we begin to glow with our love and the goddess’s power. The glow seems move to and concentrate on the two bodies.
At first people rush away in fear not understanding what is occurring, as they look back they see The King’s Knights with sword points against the floor and on their knees, they were the first to see and understand. As more see and recognize what is occurring the crowd sinks to their knees, even the King has gone to his knees after moving back in front of his Knights.
As the healing progresses, I hear Justin casting a sleep spell on the two, at the same time Selena is casting a spell to block pain. The two moved to the other side and pull in to a kiss, and their glow helps the healing process. Ben and Ruth move to their feet, and then pull into a kiss adding power to the glow. Even with the power of us three couples the healing is too slow, I fear they are too close to death.
The goddess now is among us, she caresses the faces of the two bodies. At her touch, they come back to life, whole and healthy. They actually cough smoke before taking a deep breath.
In a rush, enter the priestesses of Aphrodite they come forward then sink to their knees. Using their voices, the goddess speaks to us, “Behold my chosen. They both share your blood, and the blood of humans. Both are my children, it is time for you to be as one. Let not the mistakes of the past or prejudice keep you apart.”
As always, she gives her message and is gone. Although this time she did stop and whisper something in Sparrow’s ear.
Isabel and I break our kiss, as do our comrades. Now turning to the King I say, “Perhaps, we have time for that story now.”

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MILF – 3


I watched her walk up the walk-way toward the Hotel…she seemed nervous so I decided to meet her half way. A man meeting a woman half way, how un-male-like I thought…and smiled.
She didn’t see me at first so I said hello load enough for her to hear. It startled her…much to our mutual amusement.
“I’ll try again”, said:
“Hello Candice”.
“Hello”, she said, laughing at her nervousness.
We talked for maybe ten minutes outside about various things…one of which was the lovely flower-garden set between the walkways at this Hotel.
“Would you like to go inside”, I ask her.
“In a hurry are you”? She asked.
“No, I just thought I’d ask”, I said…Continuing I said—“would you prefer to sit outside for a bit and talk”?
“Yes”. She answered.
We sat outside continuing out discussion about gardening. I could see something was up so I ask her.
She told me her marriage was over and as of last week she’ a single woman. [She did not look happy to be single to me]
Looking away from me she continued;
How her husband had been having an affair for years with his secretary. That everyone knew and had conspired against her…hurting her most was the other casual fuckng he had done behind her back with her friends—all of them.
“As of this moment you are almost the only person I can trust…odd isn’t it”, she added.
I laughed. Inappropriately as it turned out…Candice’ face went pale…as if I’d just punched her in the stomach…, and what can only be described as disappointment made its appearance on her face. [Once again I error]
I stopped laughing:
“What’s wrong”?
“You’re laughing at me”, she replied.
“No…I’m laughing at the situation”. [That did nothing for my predicament]
“I think I’ll go Dave”.
“No…Stay…I’m sorry”, I said.
She looked at me with a forlorn look on her face. [Did I feel bad!]
“Common. Please stay, and let me try to recover from my poor judgement”.
She agreed, so we sat outside on a park bench…I gave her my best explanation…she accepted that along with my apology. [Lucky or what I thought to myself]
The tensions between us slowly abated and our normal comfort zone returned.
THE SITUATION:
About eight months back I was looking to buy something to live in …Candice is in real-estate and it just so happened I was driving by her office and popped in while she was there. She’ a -knockout so I was more than pleased to have her look after my interests.
—- I’d been married a few years before but my wife, ex, dumped me…basically my own fault.
I gained too much weight for her to deal with. In fairness she had given me plenty of time to get my shit together but I lost interest in-myself … MY father had died and my office job lent itself to an easy life style and a big gut. That was and I suppose still is my excuse for that period of my life.
Near the end of our marriage my mother got ill and I started spending allot of time over there…my brother and sister live out of town and probably are the happier for it. So my wife was alone with her fat slob of a husband always over at mommy’s…you get the picture.
My mother never saw my ex- therefore her guns were trained on me… daily barrages…fuck do mothers know where to shoot.
Your this, your that, lose weight, no wonder she lost interest in you, and on and on she’ go.
— I moved in with mom…she was sick for about two years. She was a real pain in the ass…, but I give her the credit for turning my life around.
By the last six months mom had worked me so hard I had lost 60 lbs…, or there bouts. Self preservation had me out walking, eventually some running, yard work…anything to get a break from her, without actually telling her-she was a pain in the ass. You get it; ‘MOM’.
I quit my office job and worked as a labourer, first in warehousing, then in construction.
Mom told me office work is for skirts; ‘get a man’s job you lazy bugger’, one of mom’ favourite words…beats the hell out some of the other things I have been called.
So between all that and pick-up sports I got into pretty good shape, best of my life…I even got a few dates with younger girls… I am past 30 and they were in their early 20’s. I had some good sex too, did I learn from those girls. Some young woman, wow!
Then one day mom died. I will always remember her saying each time I went out;
“If I die don’t use that as an excuse to you stay out past your curfew”. She’d laugh.
— ‘I love ya’ mom’, even if you’re not here I hear your words… and they stand me in good stead.
The— estate garnered us siblings about $150,000 each… the bro and sis took the money and ran…haven’t seen them since. Fucker’s anyway!
BACK TO CANDICE;
Like I said she’ in realty and was doing her job finding me a home. It took me about five months to find something I both liked and did not take all the money. Candice and I had several coffee’ together and a few drinks on a couple of evenings. We seem to get along.
I had a few dates during this period and was feeling very confident in myself… for one of the few times in my life. That fateful day came when it was sign the papers and take possession of the house.
I looked things over and noticed one small detail that was off. I pointed it out to her so we rescheduled for the following day. She would call me that evening to reschedule again… she did not say why but I assumed it was personnel… I knew from conversations with her that she was having some-trouble; I assumed with the husband. Difficult for me to believe from what I knew of Candice.
The rescheduling took me past the date I was to receive my furniture, Candice gave me permission to move in ahead of the possession date. It was the following Saturday before we sat down to finish up the paper-work.
She came over early ‘PM’. I had prepared a light lunch hoping she would stay; I was sad that this would be our last time together.
She said yes to the lunch… I think she picked up on my mood. She made herself comfortable and did not press the issue of signing the paperwork. Lunch took an hour plus.
I cleaned up when she went to the bathroom so the table was cleared and wiped clean when she came out. She seemed a little surprised.
I picked up the paper work and went thru it again…just making sure. Candice sat up-on the table with-her feet on the chair. No problem from my viewpoint. I have nice furniture and she made it look even better.
………………………….
Usually Candice dressed professionally. Business suit, heels, nylons…, usually black; a proper blouse or shirt, whatever chicks wear.
This day was a Saturday so she was casually dressed. Open toed heels, very fancy looking I thought. Deep ‘V’-d top, light brown in color… NO BRA! That got my attention; it looked like she had ‘C’ cup, and nice skin tone to boot. Hot damn…but I kept my cool. This was no small feat on this hot summer’s day.
Candice has blonde hair styled short, painted toe-nails and fingernails. You can tell she puts time into herself. All in all she is a babe and a very attractive one at that…
I am in over my depth with her that’s for sure, but you know guys, always hoping, lying, and scheming, whatever it takes to get a girl’s pants off.
Candice had a beautiful tan painted on her flawless skin…, and she wore these tights; white…, mid – calf in leg length and body hugging. It took some will power to not drool. I never realized how well put together she was.
…………………………..
Back to my kitchen table;
Candice sat up on it; bare feet with shoes off or partially off, toes touching the chair with heels up, ankles crossed…breathe taking to be sure… AND me reading the documents I am to sign.
SHE was a vision, demure as hell really, and yet so fuckng sexy this woman.
— I could blame her for what followed of course; it’s the male thing to do.
I had just finished reading the documents. AND with my recent successes with woman, and my off beat sense of humour all contributing, I said;
“Only one thing left to do before I sign Candice”.
She looked at me, and smiled;
“What’s that”?
“Bed”!
Her jaw dropped and her face turn so red I almost laughed… eventually did. I could not keep a straight face for the life of me.
When she saw me struggling to hide a grin she came to me and hit me.
“You buggar”, she said.
Then I laughed, I shrugged my shoulders and moved my hands apologetically; but I had to laugh. I could not help it. She hit me again and deservedly so.
Thru all this I enjoyed the feel of her soft punches to my chest. I wanted to hug her so badly but I couldn’t of course. Instead I went to the table, sitting down I signed the papers. I was quite thrilled with myself.
I stood handing her the documents, still quite pleased with myself. We talked for a few minutes about the house and home sales in general. I thanked her for her service and said;
“I hope we can meet again sometime for a coffee or beer”, that is how I worded it.
Candice smiled and headed for the door. My heart sank.
She stopped, turning she said;
“You seemed pretty confident when you asked me to go to bed”?
“Comfortable would be the operative word Candice; [pause] I knew you would never say yes”.
“—and if I did”!
“I would be in shock, and nervous would be the operative word”, I answered.
[Suddenly feeling my world turn not as it should, but as Candice willed it to turn]
Candice looked straight into mine eyes, not flinching;
“Yes”!
I know what I hoped she was saying but I wasn’t sure…she might be just having fun with me after my cockiness. Turnabout is fair play.
The look on her face told me the look on my face made all this teasing worth it, from her perspective. I tried to respond but my mouth was dry. [How quickly a mouth goes dry]
I must have looked like a Guppy as tried to talk or something because she burst out laughing. I smiled at her and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Man was I thirsty.
“Be careful what you ask for Dave”. She said, still enjoying herself at my expense. [God I love her laugh]
I quenched my thirst…or maybe I kept drinking water until I could find my way back into the conversation with some dignity. In either case; that brings me to this day, Candice and I meeting at a Hotel.
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THE PARK BENCH;
— Candice and I sat in this little grassy area; very well manicure; it acted as a mini-park in front of the Hotel. A couple of benches, some flowers, two large trees were the main inhabitants of this park.
We talked casually as we sat in this little park. I noticed this fellow coming toward us; he nodded…, so I returned his nod. He turned taking a few steps stopping; looking up at the POLICE sign on the –K.L. Library building he reversed course, and with a shrug an meek smile acknowledging his navigational error he walked off going about his day.
“Do you know him”? Candice asked.
“NO”, I said…just being polite.
“You’re always polite Dave, I’ve noticed that”.
“I have my moments “, I said.
“Don’t we all…, can we go inside now”.
“Sure”.
“Dave, can I borrow our coat, I should have worn a bra”.
I gave her my coat.
“Hi-beams”, she said.
“Gotcha”! I said.
She took my arm and we entered the Hotel going to the room I’d rented. It was a nice room I’d made sure of that. She removed my coat but I could see she was cold. I had boughten a new robe made of some kind of heavy material; I liked the way it looked.
“I bought this robe especially for this occasion”, I said…“Would you like to wear it to get warm”.
“Yes…but I gotta pee first”.
“Shall I order something to eat”? She said yes and I ordered what she wanted.
When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing my robe and carry-ing her clothes. Neatly folded… I liked that about Candice, she was a neat and tidy person.
“It looks better on you than it ever would on me”, I said.
“Thanks’ ”! She said. Continuing…“Would you like a preview of what awaits you under the robe”?
“No”!
“No”…. she asked?
“If your as beautiful as I think you are I won’t be able to put two complete sentences together for the rest of the night”.
She laughed…tightening the belt. She looked at me;
“Dave… [Pause]…can you give a woman an orgasm orally”?
“I have Candice…, you know there are no guarantees “.
“With me it will be…can we do that first”?
“Sure”, I said… I was about to continue when there was a knock at the door and our light supper arrived.
W e sat at the table; this suite had one…and ate our light supper. Coffee and bottled water for beverages… Our conversation went directly to sex…and therein lays a tail unto its own.
CANDICE’ MARRIAGE:
……………………………. She’d married this guy from work; Phil. They hit it off straight away she thought. He as good looking, so divine…she went for him head over heels. Her saving grace, if you don’t mind the pun, was her religion. Candice is Catholic and would not sleep around before the ring was on her finger.
Candice talks:
— “the first six months and maybe a little more were great Dave. He was attentive, loving. All a girl could ask for.
— Then the questions began, sexually. Can we try this, can we try that. I seemed like every week he had anew thing he wanted to do…some of which grossed me out.
— Anal was a big one with him almost from the start… I said no every time; not my thing Dave.
‘She winked at me’. [She knows she has a fantastic ass; not like I would mention it]
— WE were very popular and were out all the time it seemed. I noticed after awhile that MY husband would disappear for stretches of time leaving me to fend for myself with other people… I trusted him so it was no big deal at the time, ‘Duh…dumb Dora here’”.
[Candice stops for a minute to drink some water…I am having coffee]
Continuing;
“I wanted a child; he did not…interfered with his life he said. Had I known this I probably would not have married him…, good Catholic girl. This discussion happened about ‘a-year and a-half’ into our marriage.
So we struck a bargain. He would give me a child and in return I would let him bum fuck me. He wanted Anal right away. I said no, not until after the baby. I will be out of commission sexually anyway so why not then. He agreed reluctantly.
—- To cut it short, I lost the baby after six weeks….‘I cannot have children Dave’.
—- To quote my ex-friend Alice… ‘Your a failed MILF Candice’. I had to have that explained to me”.
[We paused again for a few minutes while she went pee]
I wondered if she would want to continue. She was upset about the baby business.
She stuck her head out of the bathroom and asked if I would order some wine;
—-“I need a drink Dave”.
[It was already in the suite so I poured]
When she finally did return to the table I could see she had been cry-ing. I ask if she wanted to continue;
“Yes…you told me about your failed marriage, I want to tell you about mine. Lay our cards on the table … and hope it goes well for us”.
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That was the first time she indicated an interest in me beyond friendship.
She said after the loss of the baby the mean time of her marriage began. She said allot of very hurt-full things were said to her by her husband and she learned to fire back. It got very nasty at times.
Then the unexpected… Her husband received a promotion at work and needed his wife to be a good corporate wife.
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Candice continues;
…”I told him, ‘I would be a good wife if he would be a good husband’.
—-I was a Trophy Wife from this point on in my marriage Dave. I would get dolled up and look fantastic. Phil would get loads of complements about his pretty wife. AND of course I would get some looks and hit-on occasionally. I played it well and Phil benefited.
—- The last two and a-half years of my marriage I was ‘THE’ Trophy Wife. WE never had sex and I was getting pretty horny…. but I am no slut so I managed it… I am Catholic so I do not masturbate…needless to say I was tempted sometimes to fuck someone. I was certain my husband was fucking someone.
—- I’d noticed more people getting involved in my having a ‘good time’. Ya know;
‘Hey Candice, can I get ya a drink? — Hey Candice did you hear this one? — He Candice… blah, blah, blah…’ “.
[Pause]
—-“the accidental touches became more frequent; and I drank more whether they were social or business gatherings. There is a straight line from the bar thru the glass in ones hand to the bedroom Dave, and I was on it.
—- I now take you to last year’s Xmas party. It was near midnight and yours truly was ‘well lubricated’; in both senses of the term. I went to pee and my friend, now ex-friend was in the bathroom. She saw what condition my condition was in as we talked.
I went pee and when I came out there was a man in the wash room along with my friend. I knew ‘whas-upp’ and tried to leave but they stopped me.
He was nice and actually wanted to let me go. My friend was not so easy and was pressuring me;
— ‘lift my dress- bend over- hold onto the sink—get fucked’.
‘It’ll do ya a world of good Candice’, she said.
I had no doubt she was right; ‘… but ‘tis isn’t m- wa-to do thin’s I t’ld her’. [Drunken slur]
Things suddenly got worse for me when my other friend at this party showed with her husband…he had been after me for years…so I knew I was in trouble now… fortunately the first man had a sense of decency and stepped in front of Milt, his name…
NOW they started arguing how to convince me to hike my dress up and let both men fuck me. The first man wanted to call it and let me go, Milt wanted to fuck me; my girl friends were not letting me go just yet…they wanted to try and convince me to let these guy’s fuck me.
‘I needed it’. They argued.
The cavalry came in the form of my friend and CEO of THE Company Bill Twills his wife Candy.
[Candice smiled at me]
Bill admonished both men telling them to get the hell out of the woman’s washroom. He stopped my girl friends from leaving. With his wife Candy guarding the door he weighed into them.
This is when I picked up on my girl friend’ fucking my husband. I was so drunk it went right through me like x-rays; only to show up as a negative in the morning, along with one hell of a hangover.
—- I stayed with Bill and Candy that night.
I never went back to my house, I was so humiliated Dave. Bill had my personnel belongings brought to their home, were I live today. They’ve been great, but that is another story.
[A long pause]
Bill helped me get a lawyer. They both offered their home and hearts to this badly damaged woman Dave… Thank God for my faith, I don’t think I could have made it without it.
Being Catholic I don’t believe in divorce; so it was a big problem for me. Thank God I found a modern thinking Priest to help through it.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I’d listened to her story;
It was hard for me to fathom anyone treating her like that; to dishonour her that way, even insipiently, but to plan this whole scenario… I was steaming. To say my ire was raised would be an understatement. I wanted to kill the fucker.
She must have seen my facial expression change because I felt her hand touch mine. Candice’ ability to forgive her husband’ transgressions left me in awe. That ability is very much outside my domain.
“Don’t ruin the day over this Dave, what’s done is done, I’ve moved on”.
“There are times when I wish I was a ruthless bastard; a killer, this was one of those times”. I said to her.
“Then I’ll tell you something that will temper your anger.
— Phil was given a promotion as you already know. I was proud of him for that achievement. What I did not know until Bill took me in was that the board promoted him mostly to keep an eye on me. .. They knew all the details of Phil and his pack. Most of who worked for ‘Bardeen Corp.’, the company.
— ‘Bardeen Corp.’ has a policy were by any top executive must have a wife capable of handling herself at company sponsored social functions. Promoting Phil put me under their scrutiny. There is more Dave but enough for today, let’s go to bed.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
SHE HOPED UP ON THE BED standing in the middle of it, robe on. She had plenty of clearance for her head. Candice is 26 and 5’6”… a little associative help going on there.
“Come on”, she says.
Standing I began to take off my pants, looking at Candice instead of watching what I was doing; I tripped over my pants. Rather than brace myself I hopped thinking I would still get my pants off, just with a little clowning…
NOPE! Falling to the floor after bouncing of the end of the bed… I lay there on the carpet on my back. ‘Perhaps I should have taken my shoes off first’…I was thinking. A beautiful face with blonde hair draped about it appeared…, looking over the end of the bed.
Candice was on all fours peering down at me over the end of the bed. He mouth held a slight smile; but her eyes…they were sparkling…maybe even dancing as she began to laugh and laugh and laugh…, her head disappear but her laughter was filling room.
I like Candice’s laugh so I was enjoying listening to her. I waited for her to stop laughing but she didn’t…
I sat up, got on my knees, elbows on the bed, head in hand and watched her laugh…she rolled around on the bed holding her stomach she laughed so hard. It was something to watch a grown woman roll around laughing like a little kid.
Suddenly she leapt from the bed running into the bathroom. I heard the tinkle of her pee-ing…, still laughing…, although she was quieting.
I was happy I made her laugh, but I honestly did not think it was that funny…
‘… [pratfall one, stellar dude nothing]…’ I mused.
When she returned she told me that was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. She continued say-ing she needed to rest a minute; — “I’m exhausted from laughing so hard”.
[I got a hug… pratfall one, stellar dude one]… I amused.
I threw a cover over her…she still had on my robe…I wanted her to be warm.
I decided to go for a coffee while she rested; picking-up my keys I opened the door;
“Your coming back aren’t you”? She asked.
I turned, looking at her. I was beginning to see how deeply hurt she had been by that asshole.
“Yes, I’m coming back”!
Whilst I sat having my coffee I thought allot about Candice. It dawned on me that her exhaustion was at least partially due to stress; her laughing so hard being part comic relief.
AFTER-ALL; she was in a position she didn’t want to be in; namely in a Hotel room with a man she wasn’t married too.
The reason I went for a coffee was to spend time thinking of a solution to her needs; Sex and Honour. —— My solution, first sex, then her honour… I was so proud of myself. After-all, what other man would think of that… [I admit to a smile, even a smirk on my face, but nothing more]
I arrived back at the Hotel and quietly entered the room. She was lying on her side face away from the entrance, so I had no idea whether she was awake or asleep.
I went to the bathroom and undressed washing myself with a wash cloth and drying…adding a touch of hotel supplied Cologne.
Once again I quietly entered the room moving toward her. Leaning over the bed I saw her eyes were open.
“Hello Angel”.
She turned-over to face me and her eyes saw my nude body. It was cute how her eyes got so big…darting to and fro for a second or two.
“You’re…” That was all she managed.
I pulled back the cover and slipped under moving beside her, she started pulling away but I caught her…
“No were to run”. I said and winked.
She blushed.
“That is so sexy…you blushing”. I said. She blushed some more.
Feeling in complete control I said; “Let’s see what you’ve got”?
I wouldn’t have thought it possible but she got redder…with an added feature. Her eyes closed and she turned her head away.
“Were did the other Candice go”? I asked… [She just shook her head]
I moved to her hugging her close…she resisted a little but soon cozied up to me.
“Rest your head in my shoulder…we’ll wait for you to get comfortable”.
I held Candice, I was worried about her. How could she change from very-confident and sassy to a nervous-Nellie? Unless confident was an act.
AS I held this lovely creature my 5 ½ inches was poking her, or at least making itself known. Sometimes in life it’s the little things that make a difference.
I never felt Candice moving until I felt her fingers touch me. The ‘little fella’ responded accordingly. I heard a sigh or soft moan; I felt her moving she looked into mine eyes.
“Hi”! I said.
She did not respond except for a cute twist of her head and her continued exploration of my manhood with her fingers. Such delicate touches, it won’t break I thought, but it’s ok…let her enjoy it in her own way.
Candice kept her face buried in my shoulder…I could hear her breathing change. Touching her neck I asked her if I could touch her. [Being careful not to upset the balance of things]
—- She nodded yes.
Removing the cover and undo-ing the robes belt, I slipped a hand under the robe and found her nipples; each standing erect. We hadn’t even been properly introduced, but they were smartly at attention.
Candice’ head was blocking my view of her tits. I kissed Candice on her head ‘love-ing-ly’. Lifting my head slightly I could see her nipples… BEAUTIFUL!
With the robe open my gaze took in her tummy and panties…her tummy hollows before it rises at her pubic bone. Her ‘panty-covered-bone’ stands probably an inch above its surround.
She is wearing some fancy white panties with blue trim or lace. There are tiny little bows at each hip.
“I need to move if I am ‘gonna eat ya’ honey”, I say.
“Ok”! She answers.
Candice opens her legs; I lay between them ogling her panty covered pussy. The thin white fabric covering her pussy is pulled away from her lower stomach by the pubic bone, leaving a small fussy edge of hair peeking out past the leg openings of her panties.
HER hair is almost a sandy color, nearly invisible; yet the light reflects off those vellus like hairs; each one shimmering.
While ogling her I noticed the hair of her prominent pubic bone causes ripples in the cloth of her panties.
Looking down I see the flatness of her pussy. I eye her over and over…God, so lovely.
——————————————————— ALL hidden from my view by a veil of clothe. Her panties…
My face moves giving my nose a chance for a sniff; the fragrance of her appeals to me.
Looking beyond her mound I see those fancy bows near her hips. My hands move to them, lifting each as my fingers slip under her the waist band of her panties. I play with those bows for a moment…, moving my fingers; lifting…settling…lifting…, alternately…fascinated I am.
I move her panties down; Candice lifts her hips.
— Sliding those sexy panties off her hips I see for the first time the perfect pussy, too my tastes. I love a pussy with small lips; a pussy which does a shape 90 at the ‘mons pubis’ heading into the valley, the ‘clef of venus’- . I love a prominent bone. She’ perfect for me!
Candice’ pubic hair is soft and peachy, as in peach fuss. Light brown in colour, a thin covering; almost invisible between her legs.
A tuff of hair peeks out from her bum-hole…as if waving…, saving; ‘Hey, don’t for-get me’.
MY tongue touches her between her pussy and bum-hole. She stiffens…there is a gasp of sorts…
The tongue moves up along her slit, pressing inward as it goes…back and forth, up and down; deeping in its search. The hint of her vagina…wiggling my tongue… I lick her lips, she tastes so good.
Pressing my face in-tight; tongue fucking Candice…licking her little muscle, it’s as hard as a rock…the tip of my tongue pushing her tight little ring… [I think to myself, it’s like tongue fucking a Cheerio]
MY tongue pushes…pressures…she yields…swirling my tongue round ‘n round in her vaginal opening.
‘I hear a moan’.
The first action from her hips…the first pump…soon a second [a sigh], then a third.
HER hips moving…her intensity…her wetness…, her juices are all over-my-face…
—- ‘Candice groans’!
Candice opens her legs wider…that gorgeous pussy for me. I am in heaven!
I peek over her mound to look at her face but her head is such that all I can see is her throat…, it’s so pink…she’s glowing.
—- ————————– Like two proud surfers, I watch Candice’ nipples moving atop mountainous waves, with surf-boards of slightly coned areolas. The majesty, they’re a thing of beauty.
My appreciative staring at her nipples is interrupted;
UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
—- I hear a deep groan from Candice.
Lost in the moment, I return…eating her. Her thighs spread wide but still touching my cheeks…the beauty of which my peripheral vision does not miss. Perfection; this woman is perfect for me.
Her smell, her wetness, her tits, her mound… HER!
Candice, the woman I love;
… I’m so engrossed in eating her I growl like an animal;
‘GRRRRRRRRR’! … Unintentional, but I did.
I growl a second time and gnaw without actually biting. Eating her like a beast.
I hear a short squeal or scream— Her hips thrusting in silence— grinding into my face—a deep guttural sound coming from Candice, followed by her losing it.
Candice’ body arch’s off the bed…her body torques and slams back onto the bed. She twists, she stiffens…convulses…
—– UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH- UGH -UGH…
I loved her orgasm. [Although she nearly broke my fuck’n neck]
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Candice cuddles in my arms, a very appreciative woman. I was more than thrilled to eat her and told her so. Using delicate language I expounded on the wonders of her pussy.
She laughed, telling me she loved oral and wanted it again, and again… [I got a very big hug] She informed me she had had two or maybe three orgasm’ …, she was not sure they came so fast.
“You rocked my world Dave”!
[I never mentioned it of course but her ‘ex’ deserved some of the credit for being such an asshole…depriving the woman of sex]

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Abigail and the Pole

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More fun with family

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DIARY OF A GIGOLO 2

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight.

29Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Showtime at Hogwarts!
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WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harry and Hermione return to the castle.
“Mum, Dad, are you awake?” Hermione asked after softly knocking on her parents’ door. The only response she got was a muffled and utterly exhausted sounding “Muffgirk”noise. “It’s Christmas Morning, well actually Christmas Afternoon,” Hermione explained and then paused. “If you want to be technical about it, it’s actually early evening. Did you two want to get up and exchange presents?”
After a long pause, Hermione’s mother said in a fatigued voice; “Your father and I exchanged gifts already, dear.”
Harry could help but to comment softly in his lover’s ear, “More like they exchanged… ahem, ‘gifts’ a dozen times already.”
“You two go ahead without us,”Richard offered in a half groan. “Would you be a dear and bring up some food?” he requested.
While Hermione prepared two platefuls of ham sandwiches, she began to doubt her plan for spiking the cake with Lust and Stamina Potions. “I think I may have overdone it. I mean we made love until six this morning and yet we could hear them still going at it when we fell asleep.”
“Which normally should be an emotionally scarring experience for most,” commented Harry as he nicked a bit of ham for himself. “But you’re the one that thinks parents having sex is an expression of their love, not the unnatural act that it is.”
“But what if I did them more harm than good?” the brunette asked with a worried warble to her voice. “There is such a thing as too much sex.”
Just then, as if to challenge Hermione’s fears, two sets of voices began to groan loudly from the upstairs room.
“Looks like we shouldn’t take this food up to your folks just yet,” Harry said while gazing at the ceiling. He could almost swear that the light fixture in the kitchen was shaking thanks to Fiona and Richard’s efforts.
Hermione set the two plates down on the countertop, stating, “I guess we should go open our presents now.”
A loud and nearly joyous “Yes!”emanated from upstairs and the groaning quickly stopped.
“That was rather fast,” Hermione said with wide, slightly horror filled eyes.
“Well, to be fair, that was probably their twentieth go, give or take five, so they deserved a quickie,” Harry said, lifting up the two plates.
“You’re not going in there now, are you?” Hermione asked. “They just had sex!”
“You’re barmy,” Harry returned. “I’m going to have you crack the door open just a touch and then I’ll slide the plates in. Mind you, I suggest we have our eyes firmly shut at the time, just in case.”
~*~
Once they had successfully placed the sandwiches in her parents’ bedroom (where Harry had loudly hummed the theme to Mission: Impossible), the young couple opened their gifts to one another. Harry received a pair of leather trousers from Hermione (“to show off your bum,” she explained). Hermione gushed over the books that Harry bought for her (“I only have the first edition of Roderick’s Spell Encyclopedia and I’ve been eyeing this third revision for some time!”).
Hermione’s smile quickly faltered once all the presents had been opened. With guilty eyes, she said apologetically “You got me two gifts, this book and those lovely toys, but I only got you one gift.”
“To be honest, I enjoyed the toys, too,” offered Harry. Then he realized that he could use Hermione’s guilt to his advantage. “Although there is one way you can even the score, so to speak.”
“And what would that be?” she asked with a saucy grin, clearly knowing where Harry was going.
“Well, we’ve haven’t had sex in akitchen,” Harry said as if it was a curious thing to not have done yet.
“And my parents are out of commission, so we won’t be interrupted,” added Hermione.
“I have to fetch something from your room first,” began Harry.
“A toy?” she asked with her voice full of hope.
“Yes, a toy.”
“Which one? The beads again? The infamous Rorschach Branded Rubber Chicken? Oh, oh, the gag; please say the gag,” the brunette rapidly said in naked excitement.
“No, none of those. I was thinking about one we haven’t used yet,” Harry answered.
“There’s still more toys?” she asked and began to hop in place.
“Yes, a few more,” Harry couldn’t help but smile. “Now you go in the kitchen and get yourself ready while I get the toy.”
As Hermione bolted to the kitchen, Harry purposefully took his time retrieving the toy he had in mind. He wanted to play with his lover’s patience. When he walked in the kitchen after retrieving the toy, he noticed that while Hermione was waiting for him, she was still fully clothed.
“I thought you were going to get ready?” he asked.
“I was waiting for you,” she said, and then added “I didn’t want to start without you.”
“Well, then, it looks like I’ll just have to do all the work and get you prepared myself,” Harry said with a wide smile. He rooted around the drawers in the kitchen until he found a quilted oven-mitt. “Now bend over the counter,” he ordered while slipping on the mitt.
Because of the mitt’s protective padding, it took more effort than normal in his paddling to turn Hermione’s bottom a nice shade of red. But thanks to the quilting, it left a rather fetching pattern on her bum cheeks.
Now the toy that Harry used was quite unique, and Hermione thoroughly enjoyed it. The toy itself was a rubber ring with a small rubber troll standing on the top of it. The toy, being magical, did a wonderful thing: it moved. Now it didn’t do a dance or fly around the room or anything showy like that. But when the ring was in use, the troll would gently grab a certain small protrusion and vibrate. If extra description is needed, then please continue and read the next line; if not, please skip to the next paragraph. Harry placed the ring so that it was around the base of his first ever friend, ‘Harry, Jr.’, and when he entered ‘Miss Nibbles’ completely the animated troll promptly took hold of Hermione’s clitoris and began to shake and vibrate. Every time he pulled back, the troll tugged slightly at Hermione’s clit. And when he pushed back in, the magical toy snatched up her sensitive bud once again. This action was repeated, to great effect, with each thrust.
~*~
On Boxing Day, when she and her husband were finally able to stagger out of their room, Fiona announced to Harry and Hermione; “We need to have a talk.”
“Yes, mum,” Hermione answered with her best “I’d never do anything wrong because I’m your sweet and innocent little girl” voice.
“You did something with the cake didn’t you?” her father asked as he held an icepack to his groin.
“Um, what makes you think that?”Hermione asked. Her “I’d never do anything wrong because I’m your sweet and innocent little girl” voice was starting to fade a bit. She was such a poor liar.
Harry was trying to do his best at being invisible. He reckoned that the best plan was to be unseen by Hermione’s folks. Mind you, he knew full well that he was about to catch hell, but it would be less damaging to himself if he tried to lie and cover up the fact that the cake had indeed been spiked.
“We may not be magical, but we know that something happened to us after we ate the dessert,” Fiona said. With every word, a smile threatened to destroy her angry mask. Harry could tell that she was upset over the incident, but she was also damn pleased with it as well.
“Ah, well, to be honest, we did add something to it,” admitted Hermione. Harry was about to chuck his plan to stay silent out the window and point out that he had nothing to do with it. But he knew it would be bad form to rat out his girlfriend. Especially since the repercussion of said “ratting out” would include Hermione denying him sex for quite some time.
“And did that something cause your father and I to do something?” Fiona asked and Richard added in an undertone”Over and over and over.”
“Yes,” Hermione squeaked.
Fiona nodded her head sagely. “Well, we can only blame ourselves really.”
“Yes,” Richard agreed. “Wait — what?”
“We have been far too strict on the two of you,” Fiona continued with a sparkle evident in her eyes.
“We have?” Richard asked his wife, obviously surprised by this revelation.
“Yes, we agreed to ease up on our restrictions,” answered Fiona.
“We did? When did we do that?” he demanded. It was clear that he was unwilling to cut Harry any slack when it came to Hermione.
“Early Christmas morning,” Fiona stated. “Around four in the morning.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to anything,” Richard protested.
Fiona leaned close to her husband and whispered in his ear. After amoment, he objected, “That’s not fair. I’d have agreed to anything at that point. Especially when you do that!”
“Regardless, you agreed so we are going to give Hermione and Harry a little more freedom,” Fiona continued. The young lovers smiled happily. But Fiona was not smiling as she continued. “But not too much freedom. We’ll allow you two to hold hands and kiss lightly. But. We. Will. Allow. Nothing. Further.” She said firmly. “No hugging, no snogging, and definitely no sex while you’re under our roof.”
Harry knew that Fiona was ignoring the fact that she and her husband were holed up in their room for nearly two days and was obviously deluding herself by pretending that her daughter and Harry did not have sex during that time. But it was also clear that Fiona had truly enjoyed being holed up in her room, so she could ignore whatever had happened during that same period.
“I still don’t agree,” Richard said with a frown. “My previous statement agreeing to allow this situation doesn’t count, I was under duress at the time.”
Fiona leaned into her husband’s ear and whispered once more. After a moment, Richard, who was still frowning, announced; “All right, I agree to what your mother said.”
~*~
The remainder of the holiday was far less stressful for Harry and Hermione. The witch’s parents’ held true to their word and allowed the young couple to hold hands and kiss chastely. Of course Richard would still glower at Harry when they did this, but it was still better than having Hermione’s dad threaten to eviscerate him.
When the time came to return to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione arrived early to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. They stored their things in a compartment and then made their way to the Head car for the Prefects’Meeting. After the train started moving, the Prefects joined Harry and Hermione in the car. Ron waved at his friends before sitting down.
“I tell you I can’t wait to get back to school,” the fifth year Hufflepuff Prefect announced once everyone had sat down.
“That’s the spirit,” Hermione congratulated him for his eagerness to begin learning.
“My parents were so-o-o depressing,”the Hufflepuff continued.
“Yours too?” a sixth year Ravenclaw asked.
“My Mum and Dad weren’t depressed,”a Gryffindor interjected. “They were too busy preparing for some attack that never came to be depressed.”
“What are you on about?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, our parents are paranoid,”someone offered.
“To say the least,” agreed another.
“My Mum and Dad even had a guard schedule set up,” yet another chimed in. “He’d take the ten pm to four amshift and then she’d take over so he could sleep.”
“Why were they doing that?” Hermione asked.
“They’re afraid,” Harry answered. He had yet told Hermione of what he had saw and heard while in Diagon Alley.
“Terrified is more like it,” some witch corrected.
“My Mum was so scared that we’d be attacked by giants or Death Eaters that she was losing clumps of hair.”
“But you’re in Slytherin,” another student asked. “Why would Death Eaters attack you?”
“That doesn’t mean me or my family works for You Know Who, you ninny.”
“But why would they be afraid?”asked Hermione. “Over a hundred Death Eaters were just chucked into Azkaban.”
“A hundred out of how many?” someone asked, echoing the fear that Harry had heard from a frightened wizard in the Leaky Cauldron.
“No giants were captured either,”another added. “You Know Who still has them.”
“It’ll be great to be back in the castle. At least there, no one frets obsessively over the war.”
“And I’ll get to see my witch again,” someone added cheerfully. “I haven’t seen her in days.”
“Once me and my bloke get the chance, I’m dragging him into the nearest cupboard,” another said with agenuine smile.
“Well, you’ll have to find another cupboard ’cause I’ll be using it to ravish my girl.”
“No, that just means you’ll have to budge over,” someone said with an easy chuckle. “I figure all the cupboards will be jammed pack tonight.”
As the conversation became lighter, Hermione gave Harry a worried look. Clearly she was concerned over the outlook of the war.
~*~
Once the meeting had concluded, the Prefects began to shuffle out of the car. Ron trotted up to Harry and Hermione.
“I have news that you won’t believe”the red head announced somberly.
Hermione and Harry waited for Ron to tell them this news, but the gangly wizard turned and headed to the door.
“Wait, what’s the news?” asked Harry.
“Oh, I’ll tell you later,” Ron said. “Luna said she wants to do it in the lavatory and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”
With that, Harry and Hermione were left alone in the compartment.
“Why are people so upset?” she asked. “They should be overjoyed that so many Death Eaters were captured. We performed the Morgy Ritual to give them hope.”
“It seems like they’re too afraid to see that hope,” offered Harry.
Hermione shook her head. As a good boyfriend should, Harry turned Hermione’s attention away from such a troubling topic by suggesting, “Let’s do it.”
“Oh, how romantic,” Hermione said as sarcastically as she could.
“I’m not talking about romance,”Harry countered. “I’m talking about lifting up your blouse, pressing your bare titties against the window, and shagging you from behind.”
“That means if anyone is watching the train pass, they’d be able to see my breasts up against the window,” the brunette witch pointed out.
One should notice that she “pointed” this fact out and that she didn’t object to it. This is important, because less than five minutes later, Hermione had her naked breasts squashed up against the window while shouting “Fuck me, Harry, fuck me HARDER!” (Thankfully, Harry had placed a Silencing Charm on the compartment so that they wouldn’t draw a crowd. That was a bigger threat than normal since Harry had purposefully left the door unlocked, adding to Hermione’s arousal with the threat of being walked in on.)
~*~
A satisfied and tussled looking Harry and Hermione walked through the train to find their friends. As they passed through car after car, the couple noticed a majority of their peers were just as satisfied and tussled looking as they were.
When the duo finally reached their friends’ compartment, they found Ron sitting with Luna and Neville, but no sign of Ginny.
“You two won’t believe what happened,” Ron declared when Harry and Hermione entered.
“Ronald, I think Neville should be the one to tell them,” Luna (whose hair was so tussled that it looked like she recently had her head hanging outside of the moving train) said. The blonde fixed her eyes on Hermione and said in a dreamy fashion, “Oh, by the way, Hermione, I saw your breasts again when Harry had you against the window. Ronald had me dangling out of the lavatory window, and when the tracks turned I got a good view of your boobs.”
“That’s nice,” Hermione said dismissively, clearly not concerned over this revelation. “So what’s the news, Neville?”
“Ginny and I are married,” Neville answered with just a touch of embarrassment.
“So Molly found out Ginny was pregnant?” asked Harry.
“Wait, you knew she was pregnant? And you didn’t tell me?”demanded Ron. His face was quickly growing red with anger. “I’m your best mate and she’s my sister and you didn’t tell me?”
“They probably didn’t tell you because they knew this was how you’d react, Ronald,” Luna said to her husband. She then turned back to Hermione and complimented; “You do have lovely breasts. Would you like to see mine? It’s only fair after all.”
“I’ve already seen them,” Hermione pointed out.
“Hey, I’m still upset here,” Ron persisted.
“Yes, Ronald, but you shouldn’t be,”Luna said and then added to the other witch; “But I just saw your breasts, and I’m a strong believer in fair play.”
“It’s quite alright,” insisted Hermione.
“I have a right to be upset,” Ron carried on.
“No, you really don’t, my love. Harry and Hermione knew that you would take the news badly, so they logically didn’t tell you. Honestly, they were protecting you,” the blonde said off-handedly before returning to her conversation with Hermione. “I’ll feel terrible if I don’t show you my breasts.”
“If she really wants to, I say why not,” offered Harry as he tried to coyly position himself next to Hermione in the off chance that Luna would show her boobs.
“Harry,” warned Hermione.
“He does have a point,” Neville said as he, too, stood next to Hermione to enhance his chance at an unobstructed view.
“All right, fine,” Hermione said with a huff. “Whip them out.”
Smiling broadly, Luna popped open her blouse letting her enormous breasts spring free (Harry could’ve sworn he heard two “boing” sounds – one for each boob).
“My God,” Neville began.
“They’re,” continued Harry.
“Huge,” concluded Hermione.
“Have you three had enough of ogling my wife?” Ron demanded.
“Not just yet,” Harry said. Neville held up his index finger as if to say to Ron that he needed just one more moment. Of course, during this interchange, Harry, Hermione, and Neville had been staring wide-eyed at the blonde’s chest. Luna stood there, happy as a clam while three of her friends were transfixed with her melons.
“They are fascinating,” commented Hermione. “I’m not into women in the slightest, but I can’t help but stare.”
“Not really into women, huh?” Harry whispered in her ear so that she was the only one to hear. Of course, his eyes were still glued to Luna’s ample mounds. “That wasn’t the case when we performed the Morgy Ritual.”
“I told you then, it was just an advanced form of masturbating,” Hermione said in an equally soft voice. She then added, in a louder voice, “Do you see that blue vein on her left tit…”
“This one,” Luna said while pointing to her own breast.
“No, the one a few inches above it,”Hermione corrected and Luna moved her finger up. “Yes, that’s the one. Doesn’t that look like an outline of a Quidditch goal post?”
“What? Quidditch? Boobs?” Ron said as he pushed his three friends out of the way. While Ron gazed at his wife’s milky flesh, Harry commented internally that all the red head needed now was food and the three things that he loved most in the world would be wrapped up in one.
After everyone had gotten a good long look, Luna finally pushed and squeezed her mounds back into the confines of her blouse. A few minutes later, after everyone regained their composure, Ron (who was much calmer now) brought up his sister’s pregnancy again.
“So, the day after we get home, Ginny pukes at the breakfast table,” Ron began, still wiping the drool off of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Mum grabs her by the ear and hauls her to the bathroom. Apparently, she had already figured it out but she wanted to run a few pregnancy test charms on Ginny just to be sure. And when Mum got the results, boy was she mad.”
“Speaking of which, you no longer seem that upset that Harry and Hermione didn’t tell you about Ginny,” Neville pointed out. “Why is that?”
“My breasts have a calming effect on Ronald,” explained Luna. “That was one of the reasons I wanted to expose myself.”
“Just one of the reasons?” asked Neville.
“Yes, for another, I like exposing myself,” Luna answered honestly. “It’s rather fun. And another reason is I like to give the girls a breath of fresh air every once in a while. It’s not good to keep them confined like ahard shelled-marlwomp.”
“Anyway, Mum starts shouting and wailing,” continued Ron. “She demands to find out who the father is and Ginny tells her.”
“Let me guess, Molly forced Neville to marry Ginny,” assumed Hermione.
“No, it was my idea,” Neville answered. “Mrs. Weasley fire-called my Gran and demanded we head over to the Burrow. I pretty much knew that Ginny’s secret had been revealed. So I decided to do the right thing and ask her to marry me right when I got there. Thankfully she said yes a second before her mum shouted ‘Damn right you will marry him, Ginevra. My grandchild will not be abastard!'”
“It was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen,” Luna said in an extra dreamy way. “They had the wedding a few minutes later. Everyone was still in their pajamas and the vicar was in his bathrobe. Molly had floo’d over to his house and practically dragged him out of the shower for the ceremony.”
“How’d your grandmother handle it?”Harry asked the new groom.
“Surprisingly well,” Neville answered. “I think she was afraid that she was going to die before she got any great-grandkids.”
“Where’s Ginny now?” Hermione asked.
“The train ride made her so sick before that her dad got a Muggle auto from the Ministry and is driving her up to school.”
“That’ll take a while,” Harry said.
“Yeah but using the floo would be awful for her and I’m not even going to think about how bad the Knight Bus would be,” Neville commented.
“I take it Molly is still furious?”asked Hermione.
“Just a little; I think she’s excited about the baby but she won’t admit it,” Luna said.
“Yeah, and she spent a whole night yelling at Charlie, Bill, Fred and George. If Percy wasn’t such a prat and had been there, she would’ve yelled at him, too,” Ron said with a chuckle. “She said that they were dragging their feet in bringing her grandbabies. You should’ve heard how she moaned that she never thought Ginny would be the first one to be a parent and then yelled at my brothers for not doing their jobs. She hollered at Bill for not knocking up Fleur yet and even offered him some Fertility Charms. ‘I have one that makes the witch ovulate. Don’t make me cast it on Fleur when you’re not looking,'” Ron said in a high voice, apparently trying to imitate his mother (which he did poorly). “Then she screamed at Charlie and the twins for not even being married. George pointed at me and tried to throw me into the flames so to speak. ‘He’s married,’ George said, ‘yell at him.’ Mum cuffed him around the side of the head for that; hit him so hard she nearly took his ear clear off his head. ‘Luna, the dear,'” Ron began again in his dreadfully poor high voice.
“She did; she called me ‘dear’,” Luna said while beaming proudly.
“‘Luna, the dear, has another full school year after this one,’ Mum said. ‘You can’t expect her to have a baby while at school.'”
“Speaking of that, what’s Ginny going to do next year?” asked Harry.
“Well, she’s probably going to take the year off,” Neville said. “So she can take care of the baby. Me, my Gran and Ginny’s mum have offered to take help out so she can go back to school, but we’ll see what happens.”
“You do realize this means we’ll have to throw a baby shower,” Luna said with a happy smile. “Everyone’s invited.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m busy that night,” Harry said immediately.
“We haven’t set a date yet, Harry,”Luna pointed out.
“Yeah, I know. I’m just saying I’ll be busy doing something then,” Harry said with absolutely no subtlety. He had no intention of hanging around witches as they gushed over concepts like dirty nappies and stretch marks. “I don’t know what this thing is that I’ll be doing yet, but I know it will be vitally important and that I can’t go to the shower.”
“Whatever he’s doing, I’m with him,”Ron added.
“Yes, I’m sure I’ll need help in whatever it is that I’ll be doing,” Harry agreed.
~*~
Back at the castle and after supper, Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender walked up to Harry.
“Hey, mate, welcome back,” Seamus said, and added in a serious manner; “we need to talk.”
“What is it?” asked Harry.
“You’re in trouble,” Lavender answered.
“Why, that’s unusual,” Harry said lightly. “I’ve never been in trouble before. Let’s see; does an instructor want me dead? Or could it be the most feared dark wizard has put a price on my head?”
“No, we mean it,” Parvati said. “We’ve heard some pretty disturbing things over the holiday.”
“Go on,” Harry said. He was expecting that the three would say that the people outside of Hogwarts were acting frightened.
“We stayed in the castle this year because the three of us wanted to spend some time together,” began Seamus, completely countering Harry’s assumption that they were going to tell him about the state of the world outside. “Anyway, Malfoy has it in for you.”
“Yes, I know,” stated Harry.
“No, not like he used to have it in for you where he’d tried to get you expelled or the like,” Lavender corrected. “I mean he fancies you.”
“We got that impression before we left for the holiday,” Hermione said with a bemused smile. “It was obvious by the way Draco kept eyeing Harry.” She continued, clearly enjoying the fact that this topic made Harry squirm in his seat.
“Well, we kind of made it worse,”Seamus admitted sheepishly.
“What did you do, you little bastard?” Harry demanded angrily. He already had enough problems with Draco and didn’t need anymore.
“You see, we were just talking to him on Boxing Day and asked why he thought he was in love with you,” Parvati spoke with apprehension. “It turns out he had some sort of nervous breakdown shortly after he and Snape escaped after… well at the end of last year. He was amess and there were rumors that You Know Who was going to order his execution. Draco then told us he saw that Daily Prophet article way back during the summer holiday where you were at Ron’s brother’s wedding and said that you loved Draco.”
“That was a misprint,” Hermione interjected.
“We know that,” Lavender said gently. “But Draco thought it was true. He became so inspired that he escaped. Fought his way to freedom and all that tosh. And now that he’s back here at school, he wants to be, you know,with you,” she concluded with an extra emphasis on the phrase ‘with you’ as if to drive home the fact she was using a euphemism for “he wants to stick his erect penis up your rectum.”
“But I’m not gay,” Harry objected.
Seamus suddenly became chipper and said, “Believe me, we know,” as he nudged his elbow into Harry’s ribs. “We saw the Pensieves, you kinky sod.”
“Did you tell him about Harry and me?” Hermione asked.
“Oh yes, some of the other students chimed in as well. A bunch of us were telling him about those Pensieves,” Lavender answered. “So it wasn’t just the three of us but everyone who stayed over the holiday tried to tell him the truth.”
“And he didn’t believe you?” asked Harry. He was slightly surprised to notice that he wasn’t embarrassed or concerned about talking so openly about the Pensieves that most of his peers had seen. Either he was no longer ashamed over that fiasco or he was just more worried about Draco.
“We even told him you were the MPL,” Lavender said as if the initials meant something.
“MPL?” asked Harry.
“Master Pussy Licker,” the blonde witch explained. Harry shrugged his shoulders in acceptance; it was a better moniker than “The Boy Who Lived.” At least he earned the name Master Pussy Licker.
“He said that you were just confused, Harry,” Parvati said. “He then said that he’d show you what love truly meant.”
“Obviously, he’s still delusional from his breakdown,” speculated Hermione. “He must have built up this fantasy world centered on you, Harry, and won’t accept the fact that you’re not in love with him.”
“Just great,” muttered Harry. He thought to himself that this situation couldn’t get much worse.
“Then Seamus made it even worse,”Lavender said with shame. Harry groaned pitifully.
“I didn’t mean to,” Seamus weakly defended himself.
“What did you do?” demanded Harry.
“It was an honest mistake,” Seamus continued. “I was just trying to tell him how ‘not gay’ you are.”
“He said to Draco ‘The only way you’d ever get Harry is to tie him down and bugger him,'” Parvati stated.
“Then Draco said that was a splendid idea and he’d do just that,” Lavender added.
“For the love of God!” screeched Hermione. “You challenged a mentally unstable wizard to anally rape my boyfriend?”
“It was an accident,” the Irish wizard said, stepping away from the angry witch.
“I don’t think Malfoy will really rape Harry,” offered Parvati. “Ever since sixth year, he’s been nothing but a spineless twat.”
“Mind you, I think he’ll try everything short of tying you down to sway you,” warned Lavender.
“Is there anyway to transfigure my pants into iron?” Harry asked as he scanned the Great Hall looking for Draco.
~*~
While they walked to their chambers, Harry kept looking around frantically. He was deeply, deeply concerned that Draco might hop out of the shadows, while very naked and very aroused, to tackle Harry.
“What do you think my Mum did to get my Dad to accept her terms over the holiday?” Hermione asked, clearly trying to ease Harry mind and distract him. “I mean he was adamant about us not even brushing up against each other. But then Mum whispered in his ear and he automatically agreed to allow us to hold hands.”
“She offered to let him bugger her,”Harry replied while still eyeing every shadow suspiciously.
“What makes you think that?”
“I reckon that since you got your bum from her, the two of you like the same things.”
“Oh,” she uttered in acceptance. Then Hermione stopped walking, and her expression and voice turned angry. “You were looking at my mother’s bottom?”
“Yes,” Harry said without guilt. “It’s a rather attractive bum.”
“You cheeky bastard, you ogled my Mum’s bottom,” Hermione snapped. “How could you do that? I mean, she’s my mother!”
“Well, I did say that you got your glorious bottom from her. And I was using her posterior as a comparison of time,” Harry said with a crooked smile. “And judging by how well you Mum’s bottom has held up, I think it’ll be glorious for a good long time to come.”
“You think my bum’s glorious?”Hermione said with a glow to her cheeks – her upper cheeks mind you. Although, Harry assumed that the glow in Hermione’s upper cheeks meant that the witch wanted to be spanked so that her lower cheeks would glow as well.
The wizard stepped up to his witch and slipped his hands into her robes. His palms glided over her belly, around her back, and down passed her skirt. Then, with time honed skills gained by playing with her bottom, Harry slid his hands under her skirt and massaged her bum.
“You’re not wearing your knickers,”Harry said. This drew the attention of ‘Harry, Jr.’. The organ pressed against his trousers and was shouting, “Let me see! I wanna see knickerless-Hermione for myself!”
“They’re in your pocket, remember,” Hermione said and pushed her hips against his. “After we shagged in the train, I gave them to you as a memento.”
“Oh, yeah,” Harry said. His right hand left her bottom and retrieved the lacy garment from his robe pocket.
Once again, Hermione pushed her hips into Harry, this time grinding her body against his.
“You keep doing that and I’ll take you right here in the hallway,” Harry half threatened, half hoped.
“Promise?” she asked while still rubbing herself on him.
“That’s it, I’m going to push you on the ground and have my way with you,” Harry warned playfully. “Of course you’ve been rather vocal lately, not that I mind in the slightest, but if I’m going to shag you in the middle of the hall I don’t want to attract attention to us.”
“You can always gag me,” offered Hermione.
“Hot damn, you’re kinky,” cheered Harry as he momentarily lost his composure. After regaining his cool, he slipped back into character. “It’s a shame that the ball-gag is in my trunk,” he paused and theatrically held up Hermione’s knickers. “However, I do have these.”
“Oh, that’s dirty,” Hermione said, or rather what she had apparently wanted to say. Harry was uncertain because the moment she had opened her mouth and said “Oh,”he placed the edge of her knickers into her mouth, effectively silencing her.
While both were blushing madly, Harry continued to stuff the undergarment in Hermione’s mouth. And while he stuffed, Hermione had straddled his leg and was rubbing her naked flower on his trousers. Once Harry had successfully pushed the knickers in her mouth, Hermione began to pull down his zipper.
“I know you two have grown into exhibitionists extraordinaire, but you should really get a room,” a familiar voice suggested from behind Harry and Hermione. They turned and saw Courtney, the Auror in training, standing a few feet away from them. In a panic, Hermione tugged her knickers out of her mouth. “Hot damn, you’re kinky, Hermione,” congratulated Courtney.
“I swear to God they’re clean,”Hermione explained desperately as she shoved the garment into her pocket.
“Yes, but you’re not, you dirty little witch,” Courtney said, her tone indicating it as a flattering remark while a naughty grin appeared on her lips.
“Uh, Courtney, what are you doing here? I thought your tour of guarding the castle was up?” asked Harry, hoping that his question would direct attention away from what he and Hermione were just doing.
“I volunteered for another tour just so I could see things like what you were just doing,” the Auror in training replied. “Now turn her around, hike up her skirt, and give her a spank. I just know she has to like it.”
“Um, so why’d you volunteer?” Harry asked, hoping to divert the conversation.
“I just told you,” she returned. “Give her a whack.”
“I was being serious,” Harry pressed.
“So was I,” Courtney said. “It’s so bad out there in the real world. You kids in here aren’t terrified of your own shadow. You lot are loving and living, not like the people outside. I just needed to come back here, to reaffirm life, if you know what Imean?”
“Is it really that bad?” asked Hermione.
“Yeah, it’s pretty horrible,”replied Courtney with a frown. “People only leave their homes for work and nothing else. They’ve barricaded their windows and spend their nights in fear.”
“That’s horrible,” Hermione muttered.
“And that’s why I had to come back here,” Courtney continued. “It was so bad that they were starting to drag me down with them. I came to the castle because you kids aren’t like that. I mean, out there, you won’t see folks shoving their knickers into their mouths, no sir.”
Hermione turned a brilliant red. Trying to recover some dignity for his girlfriend, Harry lied “We’re not like that. It was just a, um, joke. A fluke really, if you must know.”
“Bullshit,” challenged Courtney. “I heard about the Pensieves. So I know that you two are kinky enough to be shoving each others underwear in your mouths.”
“You know about the Pensieves?”Hermione asked.
“Yeah I know about them. But I didn’t see them so I feel all sorts of left out,” Courtney said. “I know; you can make me feel better by giving her a whack right here!’
“No,” Harry said flatly.
“Why not?” asked Courtney.
“Despite everything you’ve heard, we’re not exhibitionists,” explained Harry.
“Aw, you two are no fun,” pouted Courtney. “Well I suppose I’ll just have to go to that bloke who can draw well, I think his name is Dean, and have him make some sketches of what he saw in those Pensieves for me. Ta-ta,” she waved goodbye and skipped away from the young couple.
“Do you suppose it’s true?” asked Hermione after Courtney disappeared around the corner.
“What, about being exhibitionists?”Harry asked then answered. “Yeah, Iguess so. Otherwise I reckon we would still be upset over the notion of having everyone see us being intimate through those Pensieves. And then I had your naked titties pressed against the window a few hours ago, basically showing everyone the train passed by your boobs. So, yeah, we are exhibitionists.”
“We also willingly made an instructional Pensieve for Ron and Luna,” Hermione added. “But that wasn’t what I was asking about,” she corrected. “I was wondering if she was right about everyone being terrified.”
“Yeah, she was,” Harry answered. “I meant to tell you, when Iwent shopping the other day, I saw a lot of people and they were exactly how Courtney described. And when I spoke to Alicia, she mentioned that no body had been in her shop for days because no one’s buying anything.”
“That’s awful,” Hermione said with sorrow. “I can’t wait for this war to be over. But for now,” she paused and pulled her knickers out of her pocket.
Picking up on her cue, Harry snatched the knickers out of her hand and slowly pushed them back into her open mouth. Next, he bent her over, tossed up her robes and skirt to expose her bare bottom, and gave it a swat. Hermione moaned playfully as Harry rubbed the red spot on her bum. The witch let out amuffled shout when he swatted her bum twice in a row. Harry was about to deliver another spank when he heard someone clapping in a slow and deliberate manner.
“That’s really a nice bottom, Hermione,” congratulated Courtney as she continued to applaud. Apparently, as Harry and Hermione were getting prepared, the Auror in training had silently doubled back and was now leaning against the wall a few feet away, watching the show.
“Tkint oop,” Hermione mutter through her knickers.
“She said ‘thank you,'” translated Harry. He surprised himself by not trying to cover Hermione’s naked bum. Of course, Hermione didn’t try to cover herself up either.
“May I?” Courtney asked while looking at Hermione’s bottom.
“Be my guest,” Harry said and stepped to the side, surprising himself once more. It seemed to Harry that Courtney was right; he and Hermione had become exhibitionists.
Courtney brought her hand down on the brunette’s backside with a resounding smack. “Nice and firm. Do you work out?”
“Ekz tha ksklez,” gagged-Hermione replied with obvious pride. “Halk tha skaits moot ah guk werthaut.”
“She said ‘it’s the castle, all the stairs make a good workout,'” again, Harry translated. “But I think it’s genetics as well,” he added. “Her mum has a splendic bum, too.”
Courtney gave Hermione another hard swat and said; “That was fun. You two can carry on now.”
As she walked away, Harry asked the Auror in training “Are you leaving for sure this time?”
“Nah, I was going to hide in the shadows and watch you shag her if you don’t mind,” she replied and walked into a dark alcove.
“Fine, just keep an eye out for Draco,” requested Harry.
“Gotcha,” Courtney said. “I don’t know who Draco is, but I’ll put up aDo Not Disturb Ward in the hall. That’ll make anyone turn around and walk away if they approach. Now get on with the sex, I’m impatient.”
“Damn, we’ve grown kinky,” Harry said to Hermione.
“Yek, eev hak,” agreed Hermione before Harry gave her another good spank.
As they proceeded to give a show, Courtney was unseen but not unheard.
“Are you using your legendary Parsletongue magic?” she asked as Harry worked on Hermione’s flower.
“Yes-s-s, I am,” he replied in Parsletongue. He then added with pride;”This-s-s is-s-s why I’m called the Mas-s-ster Pus-s-s-s-sy Licker.”
“Oh, that must tickle,” Courtney noted.
A few minutes later, as Harry and Hermione progressed, Courtney began giving helpful hints from her dark hiding place.
“Harry, grab her bum. That’s it, dig your fingers in. And Hermione, why don’t you give his nipple atwist. Good girl.”
And;
“When you’re all the way down, grind your hips into his, honey.”
Also;
“Nibble on his ear. Oh, wait, you can’t with those knickers in your mouth. Okay then, you nibble on her ear, Harry.”
Then as Harry was clearly about to finish, Courtney asked “Are you going to cum in her or on her?”
“What – ah- do you – oh -suggest?” he grunted.
“Good porn always ends with the bloke cumming on the girl,” she said. “That’s my boy,” she cheered as he fulfilled her request. “Now rub it in her skin.”
As the two lovers were catching their breath, Courtney sauntered up to the half-naked pair. “You make a really funny face when you cum, you know that?” she asked Harry.
“So I’ve been told,” he replied.
“Here you go,” she said handing aballed up item to the wizard. “You can add it to your collection.”
As she walked away, Harry unfolded the ball Courtney had given him to find that it was a pair of pink silk knickers.

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The Way it is Now Ch 8

Sarah, feeling very pleased with herself sat beside him. Holding his right with her left hand on the shared console. The radio playing some music she didn’t know. But she liked it. Knowing they needed to shop. But not for what, with no clue where they were headed.

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I went to the bathroom and ended up sucking the Store Manager’s dick. Never met him before.

my sister-in-law, me and my old roommate

This took place this past Halloween and is a true story about myself, my wife, my sister-in-law and one my best friends. Hope you enjoy and love to hear your thoughts and feedback.
My wife (26 years old) and I have been married for almost a year and she has two younger sisters, one 23 and the other 17. All three are very attractive girls, but my wife and the youngest are the best looking in the family…..the 17 year old is amazing and I hope to post stories about her on her one day.
So, every year for Halloween a large group of our friends get together and go out to the bars dressed up just like everyone else. The guys looking cool or funny and the ladies looking slutty (it’s my favorite holiday of the year). This year was just like the past, hanging with friends and catching a good buzz. At the end of the night my wife and I were headed home, and her younger sister and one of my old college roommates were riding with us and crashing at our house.
We get home and my wife is tired and says she is going up stairs to go to sleep, I told her good night and that I was gonna stay up and drink another beer with my friend and play video game or something. She headed off to bed just saying not to get too loud and wake her or her sister, who was sleeping in the guest bedroom which is just down the hall. A few minutes later Heath (my old roommate) and I could hear Allison (my sister-in-law) stumbling around in the guest room. I got up to go check on her and make sure that she was ok….she had gotten really drunk that night and had gotten a little sick earlier in the night.
I walk into the guest bedroom to see her laying in the bed with half her clothes on…looked like she was trying to change out of her costume and just fell onto the bed and stayed there. I decided to help her out of her costume, as it looked uncomfortable and then would put her back to bed. As I was undressing her she started to get aroused..I could tell by her breathing and the way she was rubbing my thigh. Well, this started to get me aroused and I was a little drunk myself. I figured that she was so drunk she wouldn’t remember anything and decided to have a little fun.
Allison is a shorter girl with nice perky B cup breasts, nice legs, and overall an attractive young lady….her best feature is unquestionably her ass. It is firm, round, and just looks so juicy. She had dressed up that night as a slutty angel and one of her friends had gone as the slutty devil…they looked so sexy that night it was a wonderful sight to see. Well, she was already out if the fake wings and had gotten stuck getting the top off and still had on her shoes, thigh high stockings and a super short skirt. I slipped off her shoes and stockings, the entire time just reveling in how smooth her legs felt and how soft her skin was. Next to go was the top and her skirt. Now she was only in her cute little panties, she hadn’t wore a bra out that night…..something that all the guys at the bar had taken notice of earlier in the night. The panties she was wearing were white lace cheekies from victoria secret, and her ass looked even more amazing with those panties on….my cock sprang to attention when I saw her in those.
I slipped off her panties and now that she was completely nude, I started to rub her inner thigh and slowly started to massage the outside of her pussy and before I even slipped my hand down to her sweet young pussy it was already soaking wet….this just got me more excited and by now my cock was so stiff it was just aching to leap out of the shorts I was wearing. I started to finger her pussy and play with her ass. I knew she enjoyed some anal from stories her ex had told me one night when we were hanging out. I gave her pussy and ass both a good fingering, and also gave both some oral attention, which from her moaning she seemed to enjoy quite a bit. She returned the favor giving me a great sloppy drunk blowjob, with a few ass licks thrown in their as well. This continued on for a few minutes and then she suddenly blurts out “mmmm, that feels so good in my ass. damn it Heath just fuck me already.”
She thought that I was Heath! So, I gave her what she asked for….I fucked her good, but it was hard to into it because I didn’t want to wake my wife upstairs, and since Heath was in the other room I had to be quick about it. I gave her a good hard pounding in her pussy and just as I was ready to cum, I pulled out and slipped it into her ass and blasted all of my cum into her asshole….it was amazing! She just lay there and asked for a glass of water, so I took that as my chance to make an escape and slipped out of the room without her know who had really just fucked both of her tight young holes.
As I walked back into the living room, Heath looked at me with that knowing face and just gave me that nod telling me that he knew what had just happened. It wasn’t a big deal though….we have had sex with alot of the same girls, sometimes at the same time. I explained to him that she thought that it was him who had just fucked her and that she was expecting him back with a glass of water. He nodded his head, went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then disappeared into the guest bedroom for the rest of the night.
The next morning when I got out of bed, my sister-in-law was already gone….her and my wife were out shopping. Heath was still there and he and I decided to grab some lunch, and I asked him about last night. He didn’t say a word, all he did was give me that sly grin of his and just nod his head…..all in all it was a great night for everyone involved.
To this day my sister-in-law has no idea that I was the one that fucked her first, well if she does know she hasn’t saying anything about it.

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