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Fantasy

The Clan

It was a cool autumn day in the little village of Locksbury. The villagers were bustling around preparing for the harvest festival, about midday a pair of strangers rode into the village.They wore black cloaks, hiding their faces, all the villagers were able to tell about them was they had some kind of armor on underneath the cloaks. The riders rode to the inn, dismounted, and entered the establishment, moments later they emerged and led their steeds to the stables before returning to the inn. Inside the pair sat in at a table in a dimly lit corner, ordering two mugs of meed.
As they drank a group of soldiers from the local garrison, comprised of two human and three elven males entered and walked to the bar, talking loudly amongst thenselves. A ROUND OF BREWS FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS the leader of the group shouted. After being served their drinks they moved to a table near the two strangers, being rather loud and rowdy. This continued for some time when The smaller of the mysterious pair spoke (identifying her to be female) Excuse me would you mind keeping it down, you are disturbing us, she said. The soldiers (obviously drunk) simply laughed at her. Why would we do that sweetheart? the larger of the humans said, we’re celebrating Garot’s (gesturing to one of the elves) promotion to corporal) and I don’t like a female trying to tell me what to do! he added with a snear. The female turned her head to the rude man saying I think you should apologize, my companion didn’t like your last remark. Oh, he didn’t the man spat, well he can just kiss my a–! He never got to finish the insult as his head suddenly rolled from his shoulders. The larger of the two strangers was standing, but no blade was drawn. As the corpse fell a hush fell over the room, it took a minute for everyone to realize what had happened. The remaining soldiers looked on in disbelief that their friend was dead, as it sank in anger replaced the looks of shock on their faces. In a burst of rage the four sprang up sending the table flying at the stranger. In a flash the stranger had drawn his sword and sliced the thick oak table in two, as though it were cloth. The elves being faster than a human attacked first. Two of their blows were deflected, the third landed a glancing blow, removing the cloak and reveiling what lie beneath. The armor was black with dark red trim. The helm hid all but his eyes and mouth, in fact that was all you could see of his flesh. His eyes dimly glowed yellow, and his mouth was in a snarl showing the large fangs as he stood to his full hight of 6’8″. The human soldier froze for a millisecond in fear, a mistake that cost him his life, as he was split in half. The elves who were farther away had time to indentify their foe. Their eyes widened as they realized the creature before them was a lycan warrior, one of the most feared combatants in the seven realms. The lycan growled, taking a step towards the elves, who began to back away. Quietly the female rose and walked to the male pulling back her hood to reveil her stunning feature, those sparkling blue eyes, and soft skin. She placed her hand on his chest, softly whispering to him, obviously calming him. After calming him down she turned to the elves and told them to claim their fallen comrads and leave. The elves nodded and sheathed their swords. The lycan male sheathed his own after more persuading from the female, and sat in his chair keeping an eye on the elves while the gathered the remains the the two humans. As they headed for the door the eldest of them turned and apologised for his friends remark.
The lycans payed for the damage and retired to their room for the night. Aidan! the female said, addressing the male sternly, You have got to learn to control that temper of yours! It well be the death of you one day. Yes Ceren, my love, I know but he…. Aidan said. NO BUTS Ceren said, cutting him off. Sitting side by side on the bed stroked his dark brown fur. I don’t want to loose you, she softly whispered in his ear, promise me you’ll stick to the plan from know on? I will try my little blood-tear he said using his pet name for her. She giggled and went to order some food as they had not eaten do to the earlier incident, seductively swishing her tail at him before putting her cloak on. As Aidan began to remove his armor he thought back to how they had first met.
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Years ago on the plains of Mobu a battle raged between the lycan clan Feuer and the clan Eis. (Fire and Ice) The clan of fire wanted to expand their domain over the plains. The clan of ice refused to let that happen, claiming the land a neutral territory. After one of many battles a squad from the fire clan had gotten seperated from the main army. After many hours they stumbled upon an ice squad who had also been seperated from their main force. They quickly joined in combat, for many minutes they fought until only two remained. A young fire warrior, a strong, agile fighter who’s skill with his sword was unrivaled. And an young ice clan scout, her speed was that of the wind, her skill with her dual blades was only matched by her beauty. With a howl of rage the warrior attacked with startling speed, the scout barely had time to dodge him. She quickly lashed out only to have blade meet blade. They fought on minutes turned to hours, and hours to days neither one giving ground. As the fourth days sun slipped from the sky they fell, their bodies completely drained, as they lay amongst the decaying remains of their fallen comrades they no longer fought each other but fought sleep, knowing if the other woke first they would surely die. Slowly sleep overtook their motionless forms, each preparing for death. As fate would have it the young fire warrior awoke first. He rose, retreaved his sword, and walked to the sleeping scout with every intention of ending her life. But as he looked on her still form he could not find the will to kill her. Instead he securely bound her to a nearby tree, placed a alconian elk hide over her shoulders and set to the task of burying the dead and making camp. The young female awoke to find herself restrained, and the warrior sitting by a fire roasting a small creature. As she atempted to loosen her bonds she drew the attention of the male. So you’ve finally awakened he addressed her with a grin. She did not respond but looked at the area around her, noticing the eight graves each with the occupant’s weapons marking who lay there. Why have you not killed me, she asked with great confusion, after all that is what you fire wolves do. The warrior laughed, Is that what your elders tell you? So you are denying that the fire clan started this war?! The ice scout spat, clearly outraged. We are partially to blame, he responded, but no more than the ice clan. HOW DARE YOU! She yelled, My clan had nothing to do with starting this war, It was you fire warriors who tried to take more than what you needed! Well I can see you believe the stories our clan elders have told, he responded, I was part of ambassador Akilah Shadowfang’s guard. Therefore I was present at the event that began this bloody war. Would you like to hear what actually transpired, he asked her. Her curiosity peaked she agreed.
We didn’t just try to take the plains, he began, the Council sent the ambassador to negotiate a deal with your elders, and explained that our current lands were becoming overpopulated, desease was becoming more common. The ambassador even went to knee, begging for the land we so desperately needed, but your elders didn’t see it that way. They accused Akilah of being a spy, the next thing we knew the council chamber was swarming with ice guards. We formed a defensive perimeter around the ambassador, We hadn’t even drawn our blades when a spear was thrown. It struck the amassador in the chest, he died in my arms. In a rage we slaughtered every guard we could before fleeing with the ambassador’s body. The council of fire declared it an act of war, and we marched on the plains the next week, as he finished he brought her some of the meat he had prepared to her. When he handed her the food she looked into his eyes, and she knew he spoke the truth.
They sat in silence, till she spoke. He was your father, wasn’t he, she asked? Yes, he was, came the reply. As she studied him, she could sense his sarrow. They talked about the war, things they wish were different, and many other things. He learned much about her, her name was Ceren Snowpaw, she was raised in the northern woods and taught to hunt at an early age. she was called to service two years ago, the skills she learned as a pup had helped her become a scout. She learned he was Aidan Shadowfang, son of the fire clan ambassador, as noblity he was raised to be a warrior, and had been at the top of his class. His father had been so proud and swore his son would do great things. they spoke freely, they both felt a connection that neither could explain.
As the sun rose the next morning he released her and they continued to talk as they broke camp. They walked for some time when a group of fire warriors surrounded them. Well, well, well what do we have here? The sargeant said eyeing Ceren. A female from the ice clan, he said and by her armor a scout no less. What do you want Gral? Aidan said, his annoyance clear in his voice. Ceren’s eyes widened as she heard the name. (Gral Fleetclaw was known by the females of the ice clan as Gral the Vile. He was known for his interogation methods, it was said he loved to get hold of ice clan females, spending hours doing unspeakable things.) I was on patrol when I smelled an ice female an thought I would investagate, Gral said, it was so nice of you to bring me a knew toy. She’s with me, you bastard Aidan growled. So you’ve gone soft for an ice female Gral said, you know that makes you a traitor in my book, and you know what we do to traitors. Suddenly two of the warriors leapt at Aidan, as he blocked their attack he threw Ceren her dual blades. Together they fought their attackers, as Aidan finished of the last two warriors he heard Ceren scream. He turned to see Gral standing over her with his sword raised to strike. Without thinking Aidan launched himself at Gral. But the older lycan was prepared and easily deflected the attack, sending Aidan into a tree, momentarily stunning the young lycan. He came too with Gral’s blade at his throat. It’s time to die traitor, Gral sneered, as he raised his weapon to strike Aidan saw a shadow move from the corner of his vision. Gral’s sneer turned into a look of shock as the point of a blade protruded from his chest, as his lifeless body fell Aidan saw Ceren standing there out of breath, her saphire eyes seemed to glow, her hair blew in the wind, a small cut under her left eye made it look as if she were crying blood. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and in that moment Aidan knew he had found his lifemate. Well, are you just going to sit there Ceren said. Looking over the carnage they knew what their only option was. They left their clans and the war behind, deserters on the run.
A few days later they took refuge in an old barn, having just outrun a large group of warriors their adrinaline was elevated. They crouched in the darkness, slivers of moonlight shown down through holes in the roof eluminating their faces. Their hearts were racing as they waited silently as the group passed. As they waited their eyes met, and a wave of passion washed over them. Their lips met, first pressing gently against each other. Gradually becoming more firm, their instincts taking over. Their tongues sliped into the others mouth, swirling and wrestling. They quickly and quietly removed their armor, never breaking the embrace. Aidan’s hands slid down to massage Ceren’s firm breast, his thumbs rubbing over her brown nipples, causing her moan into his mouth. He moved his right hand lightly down over her fur, the claws barely touching her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It finally reached it’s destination, her soft virgin mound, he rubbed her puffy lips sending wave after wave of pleasure up her body. Breaking their kiss he traced a line down her neck to her left nipple, flicking it with he tongue before clamping his mouth over it, sucking and licking then switching to the other breast. Ceren was in pure ecstasy as she reached down to rap her slender fingers around his dick, pumping back and forth, making him moan on her nipple. Finally she pushed Aidan onto his back leaning down to lick the tip of his head, rolling her tongue over it before taking it into her mouth. Slowly she began to bob her head up and down, taking a little more of his length into her mouth till her nose reached his pelvis. Ooohhh, faster Aidan moaned, his mind afroth with pleasure. He placed his hands on the back of her head forcing her to speed up. I-I-I’m g-g-going to CCCCUUUUMMMM!!!! he howled as his balls tightened sending his hot seed up his shaft, into her waiting mouth. Her shock quickly turned to hunger as she swallowed his cum, sucking and licking him clean. Ceren crawled up his body, firmly kissing him, shoving her tongue into his mouth giving him a taste of himself. Her breast rubbed over his chest, causing him to again harden. His meat rose between her legs and began rubbing along her wet slit causing her to moan into his mouth. She reached down, guiding him in. She raised up to sit on his long shaft, with one thrust down she impailed herself, ripping through her hyman. She gritted against the pain, sitting still to adjust to having him inside her. Wanting to ease her discomfort he reach up and began to grope her mounds flicking the nipples. She bean to grind their pelvises together as pleasure clouded her mind. She rose and slammed down over and over. I’m close, she gasped as she neared her threashold. As am I, Aidan responded nearly out of breath. Please, Ceren begged him, cum with me. Her words threw him over the edge, she felt him shooting up into her the feeling sending her into a powerful orgasm. They shook and shivered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over the couple. When they finally came down from their bliss, her exhausted body collapsed down onto him, before she slide off to lay next to him. I love you Aidan, she said weakly. And I love you Ceren, he said, I will always love you. That night the two young lycans joined forever as lifemates. For three years they fought, ran, and hid from their persuers. During that time they met others of their kind who had grown tired of the bloody conflict which ravaged their clans. They decided to join into a new clan, but as a large group would be too hard to hide it was decided to disperse until there were sufficient numbers to be able to protect themselves. A few weeks ago a runner had brought word that such numbers had been reached. He was quickly sent out with the gathering point, a small village that was well hidden from the eyes of the warring clans. Which brings us to the present situation.
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A few weeks had passed sense the incident in the pub. Aidan awoke and stretched, turning on his side he stared in awe at the beautiful figure sleeping next to him. A few moments later those glimmering blue eyes drowsily opened, What? Ceren asked with a giggle. By the ancestors, you are the most beautiful being in all the seven realms, he said, staring into her eyes. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face, leaning closer he softly kissed her their tongues gently massaging each other. She rolled on top of his hard chest, they began rubbing each others bare backs. She slowly ground her moist slit up and down his member, bringing it to life. He grabbed her rolling on top, before sliding down, stopping to lick and suck each nipple before he continued farther down. He gently licked her soft, puffy lips, up and down her slit. She moaned with pleasure as he took her swollen clit in his mouth, softly sucking and flicking it with his tongue, driving her insane with pleasure. As he played with her sensitive nub he drove a finger deep into her dripping wet cunt, sending Ceren over the edge, she ground into his face using her hands to force him deeper into her pussy. He greedily drank her juices sending her into another mind blowing orgasm. When she finally came down from her pleasure high, Aidan was holding her tight. Mmmmm, that was amazing she moaned as a mischievious look crossed her face. Now it’s your turn she playfully snarled, as she rolled onto his stomach. She swished her tail back and forth over his hardening rod. He reached up to grope her perfect breast, but she pushed them back over his head, holding them there as she leaned down kissing him over and over. Ooohhh stop teasing me he moaned as his cock throbbed painfully. Oh, here let me take care of that, she said mockingly, as she raised up and guided the throbbing rod to her love hole. Slowly taking in his full length till she bottomed out. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her harm velvet soft tunnel massage his dick. She began to roll her hips till he couldn’t wait any more. In a flash he had her on her hands and knees holding her hips roughly ploughing her cunt doggystyle. Uh, uh, uh, he grunted with each thrust. Yeah! take it, he growled between thrusts, yeah, you like it rough don’t you! Ooohhh, Y-YES, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, AAAHHH YES! she moaned loudly. He grabbed her tail so he could go further into her wet folds, giving her an even stronger sensation of fullness, and encreasing their pleasure. Their lovemaking was now pure pleasure, pure passion, like only true lovers can. Soon Aidan felt the familiar tightening of his balls, Ceren’s moans grew louder, signaling her orgasm. The intense feeling of her pulsating sent him into his own release, sending load after load of his seed into her. As she felt his cum it only added to her pleasure, and soon they collapsed onto the bed.
The sun was well into the sky as they again woke. They simply held each other, neither needing to speak. A few moments later they dressed and went down to order some food. They sat quietly talking amongst them selves while they ate. Upon finishing they paid and left. Walking to the stable they drew the eyes of the village folk, their helmets gleaming, and their capes fluttered in the breeze. As they mounted their steeds and rode into the forest the villagers breathed a sigh of relief as they thought they were finally rid of the frightening strangers. As they left Ceren glanced back, feeling some remorse for the villagers as she knew their fate. They rode deep into the forest passing a large stump they turned and rode into the trees. A little while later they emerged into a large clearing filled with an army of their bretheren. Riding between the tents, they stopped and dismounted, handing the reigns to a slave they walked into a large tent in the middle of camp. The soldiers inside, upon seeing them, stood and saluted. Stopping at the large table in the center of the room Aiden returned the salute. General Trel are the troops ready he asked? A soldier walked to the table, his green armor was covered with the signs of many battles fought. He spoke, his voice rough and sounded as though his throat was full of gravel, a large scar on his throat gave an explaination why. Yes Lord Aidan, he said, they simply await your command. Tonight the village will be celebrating a harvest festival, Aidan said, The soldiers will be distracted and most likely drinking. The garrison with be greatly weakened as around half of their complement will be in town with their families. Hmm, the general pondered, this is an interesting opportunity. So what is your plan? Well, Aidan responded, I will lead Eagle Company on an attack of the garrison. While Raven and Draco companies secure the village. The rest of the forces will first surround both the garrison and the village to capture anyone trying to escape. Also inform the troops they are only to kill the soldiers, capture the civilians, the only reason to kill a civilian is if that individual attacks you, understand? YES SIR! General Trel answered, saluting before sending the plans and message to the troops.
As night fell and the festival began, the villagers and soldiers danced, drank, and made merry, unaware of their impanding doom. Upon the stroke of midnight the Lycan army began the attack. First the main body quietly surrounded their targets, then Raven and Draco companies silently lay in wait on either side of the village. Finally Aidan and Ceren lead Eagle company to the treeline at the garrison. Ceren and a scout squad infiltrated, estimating the number of soldiers inside, then quietly dispatching the archers on the wall and opened the gate, before signalling Aidan and his men. Upon reaching the gate Aidan along with Eagle company let loose an ear shattering battle cry and charged into the garrison. Hearing the cry Raven and Draco attacked the village. The soldiers there never stood a chance and were quickly destroyed, the villagers were then rounded up and herded into the square. Meanwhile Eagle had their hands full as the soldiers inside had been surprised, they were still able to mount a weak defence. During the fighting Aidan noticed that Ceren held back from the fighting, only seeming to watch his back, he would have to talk to her about that later. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind focusing on the battle. While the soldiers had been able to mount a defence they were no match for the lycan warriors and were eventually killed, and so the village was taken most of them agreed to work for the lycans, those who did not were killed. After the lycans settled in and began to build the clan home (basically a town within a fortress) Aidan took Ceren to their room to talk about what he noticed during the fight. Ceren, whats wrong? He asked. You seem distracted. I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you, but I guess this is as good as any. She said, Aidan i’m with child. Aidan stood there in shock, as her words sank in
he grew overjoyed. Nine months later Ceren gave birth to two fine sons, they were named Garin and Atio. The whole clan celebrated with a feast, and the proud father showed off his sons for the whole clan to see. As time went on the boys as well as the clan grew. Garin became a fine soldier, a master tactician. Atio grew to be a great scholar, a man of wisdom. Together they built their clan into a mighty civilization, Their clan is now known and feared throughout the seven realms, for this is the story of the begining of the clan Wahrheit, The Clan of Truth.

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Fantasy

The Mofo

An 18 year old’s introduction to sex, courtesy of his Mom’s best friend

Fantasy

dirty back roads – chapter 3

He lay there watching her sleep for a little while. His cock still hard from drinking in her naked young body. Now sharing the same bed, the same sheets, she lay sound asleep just inches from him. He stroked his hardness in her direction, sure that if he were to cum it would find it’s way to her perfect flesh. He shook his head and tried to regain some fatherly composure. He could not in good conscious try to have a sexual relationship with his baby girl, even if she was having congress with the dog. It was not his place. He needed a drink. He sat up and contemplated the situation. With a long sigh, he rose and headed off to the kitchen for some whiskey. With every step his thirst for the drink grew, until he was salivating as he shakily poured himself his first shot. His mind raced with visions of his daughter’s tiny body shaking and writhing under the thrusts of his old dog Rufus. Her innocent lust, unabashed desire for these new delights. He wanted to protect her from the world, but also to give her all the joy possible. He poured himself several more shots before he began to swig directly from the bottle, and his thoughts began to blur. He slumped down in his chair and nodded off for a bit. He groggily awoke in the middle of the night, not unaccustomed to this predicament of alcoholic slumber in whatever chair he was in. He rose rather unsteadily and staggered off to bed. When he slipped into his bed sheets, he was drunk enough to mistake his daughters warm body laying naked in his bed for that of a mystery woman. He was happy for his new prize, as he clambered clumsily under the sheets toward her. His eager wandering hands found their way to her little hole and his fingers probed her, finding her warm and still wet with the dog’s cum he climbed onto her and grunted into the back of her neck as he guided his drunken cock into her little pussy. Her tight slit felt so good on his cock as he fucked her little body pinned under his lumbering weight. Her face buried in the pillow, as his thrusts brought him closer and closer to his release.
She whimpered into the pillow as he drilled her. Awoken in such a strange manner, unable to move, but feeling the nice fullness like Rufus delivered, but different… slower and more deliberate. She could smell the whiskey on her fathers breath and fear shot through her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she just lay there silently, not wanting to provoke his anger. She tried to relax and just enjoying the sensations he was delivering. Soon his thrusts quickened and his whole body tensed up as he groaned heavily in her ear. He collapsed against her, his body draped half over hers as he quickly fell asleep without even pulling out of her. She didn’t mind. In fact she had enjoyed the feelings, and could still feel his cock twitching inside of her. He woke her up again a few hours later, groggily resuming his course of action, and filling her little hole with another load of his cum before collapsing on her again. She had never felt so close to her father. This was like a dream come true. She only hoped that he’d make her feel as nice as Rufus did.
The rooster woke them both up in the morning. Her daddy twitched inside her, she could feel him hard again, grinding against her. He groaned and slowly roused to a conscious state… a state where he could begin to digest the situation. Here he lay on top of his little baby girl with his cock hard and inside of her – he was in fact slowly fucking his sweet daughter as his revelation unfolded before him. He threw himself off of her and recoiled in the sheets on the far side of the bed, silently wondering what he’d done. His little girl rolled over and faced him, her eyes wide. He stared back at her, wondering what she must think of him… what a monster he was. His self loathing was instantly quelled by her sweet innocent smile which grew bigger than he’d ever seen it. He reached out and swept her forehead with his fingers and apologized, hoping against hope that he hadn’t hurt her. She giggled and told him he was being silly. She sat up and asked him why he had stopped, because she thought it was a really nice way to wake up. His jaw nearly dropped, as his mind reeled from her reaction. He was beating himself up for no reason. His daughter was so special, and their new relationship was not something to turn into a shameful darkness, but a loving exploration.
She crawled across the bed to her daddy, and snuggled up against him. He opened his arms and wrapped his sheet around her naked young body. Running his fingers along her perfect smooth flesh and marveling at his luck. He kissed her neck so gently, and with each kiss he felt her pressing herself more firmly against him. His hard cock was twitching against her buttocks. His baby girl wiggled her ass against him. He whispered in her ear how much he loved her, as his hand slid down her side, savoring the smoothness of her young perfect skin, seemingly his for the taking.
She snuggled into her daddy’s warmth, feeling so safe and warm, but also a longing… a wanting she didn’t fully understand. She really liked it when her daddy had his thing inside her this morning. It had felt very different than Rufus, and it didn’t make her feel the same either. She wanted to try it again, but wasn’t sure what to ask for. Before she could say anything he began to rub his hands over her body. His fingers slid down her side, and she giggled because it tickled, and because it tickled she squirmed and pressed her wriggling little body even harder against her daddy. She felt something pressing between her legs, something hard and hot. As his hands moved over her body, she wiggled and giggled and felt his breath hot against the back of her neck. His hands slid up over her chest and he lifted her onto him as he rolled over onto his back. Now she was wriggling just against his body, and could feel the hard hotness pushing against her bum.
He held her body against his with one hand, while the other moved down to her hole. He slid his fingers through her cum filled slit and prodded the opening. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. But there was nothing that could stop him now. Gripping his shaft, he unwedged it from underneath his little girl’s butt and guided into her tight little pussy. He eased it in slowly, and felt her body respond immediately. She arched her back ever so slightly and pushed back against him as he slowly entered her with his length. He slowly filled her, then equally as slowly withdrew, his first witting violation of his daughter’s physical body. This went beyond mere naughty thoughts, beyond jerking off in her room, beyond everything that was reasonable and right. But it felt so damn good. His conflict may have heightened his sensitivity, or perhaps it was the taboo thrill of fucking his baby girl. maybe it was the fact that she was so small and tight, but whatever the cause, he had never been so hard, so lustful, so driven. His cock felt like it was a mile long and a mile wide as he slowly pumped himself into her. She was enjoying it too, he could hear her faint panting on top of him. He began to stroke her little clit with his thumb, while continuing to hold her body tight to him with his other arm. He had never enjoyed a sexual act as much as he was enjoying every single thrust into his daughter. He fucked her like this for what seemed to be an eternity. Time slipped away as they silently bonded in this new wonderful way. So tenderly he loved her. He whispered in her ear what a good girl she was, how good she felt on top of him, how happy she was making him. He felt her body tensing, as he rubbed her little clit faster. He drove his cock into her deeper and pushed her little pelvis down onto his length as she started to cum and he whispered in her ear how much he loved her, his beautiful baby girl. His one and only.
If he could have seen her face as she came, as she heard his words, we would have seen the true definition of bliss. She had had so many new and wonderful experiences and feelings lately, but this was miles above those. She was somewhere else. Transported. Peaceful. Loved so completely. But all he felt was the enormous eruption in her loins, his cock buried inside of her while every muscle on her body shuddered against him, her pulse, her heat, her guttoral moans ebbing into gentle whimpers as her body yielded to it’s exhaustion and she melted onto him. Her spent limbs going slack at her sides, and her head lolling back against his jaw. He inhaled deeply as her hair fell across his face. He thrust once more into her hot little cunt, still clenching him spasmodically before his came too. His cock bursting at the seams inside her hot little hole. His seed gushed into his little girl, quickly spilling out, as his cock filled her every inch of her, with plenty to spare. He held onto her still, loving the feeling of their orgasmic bodies speaking their own muscular language. His cock twitched as her pussy clenched. Two happily spent bodies, bonded forever by this union. Staring at the ceiling through wisps of his beautiful girls hair, watching as the sun cast its earliest rays high across the room. He wondered as he lay there, just what the future had in store for him. A hopeful smile across his face, and a long lost sparkle twinkled in his eye once again.

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Fiction

The Chace McCartson Tale (RW) – Chapter III

With Erica still sitting on my lap, I spent some time explaining the rules she had to follow and they were pretty simple; I’d be watching her every move from the camera system and she was free to do whatever she wanted down there, at the basement.

Fantasm

so damn mean

I was 12 with dozens of younger cousins that all looked up 2 me but one cousin was always a lil too close. she was 9 about 4’6 and thick and a high school girl . She alwayz used to want to play fight all day and never mind when we ended up in weird positions hell my cock was always hard so i enjoyed acting like i didnt notice. One day all the fun and games stopped she became the cousin from hell always mad at me and tryin to start real fights it too me a few dayz to figure out why but when i did ”jus keep reading the story lol.
One night we got into a big fight for are age and by fight i mean her throwin punches and me doing my best to block everyone. In her rage she didnt notice that her tits ” too big for her age i might add ” were bouncing out of her shirt . I couldnt help but look in amazment they were perfect so nice an perky with a beautiful golden brown skin tone large nipples too. Her next few punches landed right in my face but i didnt care one bit.
After i cleaned the blood from the little cut on my lip I looked at the clock and it was past 2pm we never had a bed time but that night i needed to be alone. I jumped into bed in one of the extra rooms in my grandmothers huge house and thought about those tits . In a matter of seconds i was rock hard ! At 12 I was mybe jus a little over 5 inches. After 20 minutes of stroking and 2 nuts i was pleased and ready to go to sleep and dream about it .
I was sound asleep in jus a few minutes of watchin so dumbass soft porn special on shotime. then suddenly i wake up but remain still as if i was asleep. It was my mean ass cousin again . she tiptoed over to the bed then lad beside me like we always did befor she started acting differnt. Still actin sleep i peeked and seen she was in her night clothes a long T-shirt and panties. she got real close and just staired at me i think tryin to see if i was really asleep i played it off good !
Slowly she got under the covers with me i was wearin boxers and i T-shirt. I could feel the heat from her body she was so close befor i knew it my cock was hard as hell. First she started out my rubbing her feet against mine her skin was so softi couldnt take it any more. I started rubbing her feet back with mine . i lloked ove rand she was play sleeping too so i decided to take over things being the horny bastard i was .
I needed to speed thing up but not too fast i got up to us the bathroom and when i got back i lad with my head near her legs. It started with a little rubb of her caft muscle then up her thick legs untell i got to her pantie line. i was so nervouse i was even breating heavy i took a beep breath and grabbed a handful of her phat lil ass. she moved closer to me so i could feel her up better she kno jus what her lil fresh ass was doin and i loved it . As her lad on her stomach i could feel the lil wet spot in her cute pink kidy panties.
AFter thinking about how i was goin to do it I diciced to mover her pantie over I fingerd a few girls from school and thought i was good at it . With my index finger i mover her pantie over to her plump right ass cheek then rubbed her hairless mound with my middle finger. Wet wet wet her juices were everywhere soaking my figer insently . She moaned softly and spread her egs open i guess i wasnt the first to get to her.
Rushing like the young dumb hornball i was i begain fingering her slow and deep. Stilll in her sleepin act i pulled my boxers down and placed her hand on my precum drippin cock. forming her hand around my dick i slow start to stroke my cock with her hand. She was a Quick learner and started doin it herself up and down in slow long strokes. With my middle finger inside her i took my now free index finger and started running it up and down her asshole softly.
In a very short time i became bored with the hand job and need more much more. i slowly moved the covers over and sat up next to her. still fingering her i wounderd what it would be like to eat pussy i always heard my uncles talkin about and i want to be able to talk about it too. SO motioned her to turn over by givin her a lil tugg she did it jus like i thought she would. I was wrong she did have a lil hair it was light colored and stright. I too another deep breath and when head first into her lil pretty pussy.
Damn that was the bets taste of my life and wit no smeel ether I was in heaven . Sh espread her legs wide and i put my head down lower and my lung deeper. Licking on her clite and figering her sent her into a orgasum I was surprised she could even have one . I was goin to town licking all over even went down really low and licked her ass i was 12 i didnt know lol
i started to get that feeling i wanted more . So i pulled up her shirt and begane to suck on her tits . she could tell becouse she was still faking being sleep was that i was lining up my dick to go in but hten it hit me i never done it befor and I was clueless. So i did what i thought was right and and leand forward . The head of my dick when in with no porblem i felt like the MAN . But jus a few minutes later i got that fellin like i was jerkin off bu tthis time it was a stronger feeling. I started Cumming in my new kissing cousin the biggest load i ever let off at the time . That went on for the next hour me lasting 5 or 10 minutes the nutting inside her by the end i had worked my whole dick in her wit was hard 4 her to fake sleep even with the many moans she still kept the act going. Finally i was tired and out of cum
I lad on top of her 4 awhile kissing her and her kissing me back . After a little of that i stood up and leand over her face and let me wet dick run across her sexxy little lips. I used my finger to open her mouth then i stuck my cum soaking dick tip in her mouth and slowly diped it in and out tell she got the hint and started tryin to lick and suck her big cousin…
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Zombie Holocaust 2

Day 1
After our initial meet and great the guys and I got down to business. First step was constructing the cages for our prisoners. We made individual cells spread out by about 4 feet so they couldn’t pass things back and forth or communicate easily. We had them arranged so they were on two different floors. The men were upstairs and the women were downstairs, with the cages made from plywood and drywall to make it harder for them to force open. The doors were half wood with re-bar from the home improvement store at one end of the mall. We made them this way so that we could always see them when we walked up to the cages and there was nowhere for them to hide and ambush us.
As we finished each cage we stuck each of them in individually, leaving the others tied up. We made sure to finish the womens lodging first, didn’t want to have to amputate anything. It took us 3 days to finish that job, and after each day of solid work we would go to town on the girls we had already fucked, wanting to save the others for our more interesting devices and plans. By the end of the three days when they saw us the screaming would start as soon as our shadows darkened the doorway. We would gang-rape their cunts, mouths, and assholes for hours at a time. As one of us would finish another would gladly take his place and go to town the the tight little fuck-hole that was wrapped around our cocks.
We each took our time on that first day of complete lockdown. All the prisoners were locked down and the girls became our true playthings. I walked through the available girls, and chose one of the ones that hadnt been used before. She was about 14 with a bit of hair on her little teenage cunt. Her tits were very nice, about a B-cup with perky little nipples that were rock hard already and cute little brown areolas. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of her cage.
“Suck!” I barked at her, and she hurriedly began to lick up and down my shaft while playing with my balls. She slowly slid her little mouth over my cock head and made a little sucking motion. I was in heaven. This little redhead was on her knees with her emerald green eyes staring at me while she worked on my cock with her little teenage mouth. Life just couldnt get any better. She worked on me for about 20 minutes before I came in her mouth. She swallowed without me even having to tell her, I had picked a real winner when I grabbed this girl.
I rolled her over and started to eat her tasty little cunt, enjoying the sweet taste and savoring every drop. She tasted amazing, and after a few minutes of my attention she started cumming, hard. I continued for another 30 minutes or so as I love the taste of a girls pussy. She came almost non-stop the entire time and was begging me to stop by the end of it. I grinned and slid up next to her.
“Have you ever had sex before?” She looked into my eyes and said “Yes, in fact I love getting fucked. When you were raping the women on the first day I was dripping cum down my legs wishing it was me that was getting fucked instead of those old women.” I laughed and told her not to worry, she was now my personal slut and that she would get plenty of sex. She looked excited at the idea of being a private slut, which I took as a good sign.
“Turn over whore.” She looked at me and decided I was serious. I looked down and couldn’t help but stare at the tight little ass that was proudly displayed in front of me. I rubbed a hand up and down her tight little rear end, enjoying the playful jiggle her ass had. I slapped one of her checks, hard, and she moaned, cumming instantly when one of my fingers had wrapped around her cheek and hit her little cunt, she seemed to enjoy it. So I did it again, and again, all in all it was about 15 slaps or so, and she came everytime.
“JUST DO ME ALREADY!” she begged. I grinned and rubbed the head of my cock against her wet little slit, making her squirm. She lunged back, sliding down onto the head before I could pull back. It bothered her even more and she kept trying to get my cock into her.
“Beg me for it slut, you should know what to say…” I whispered into her ear, taunting her and goading her on.
“Please master,” I have to admit, this part surprised me, but I liked it “Please, I need my little 14 year old cunt filled up and fucked, please? I want your dick in my cunt, and then my mouth, and then my ass, please fill my ass with you cum, please!”
Well, I thought, who am I to say no to such a polite girl. I slammed myself into her without any warning and she screamed harder then I’ve ever heard anyone scream before. She was a tight little piece of fuck meat, and when I slammed it home she started cumming again, making it feel like her cunt was dancing on my cock. I went at her for a few minutes, her wailing the entire time “OH MY GOD, DONT STOP, PLEASE, DONT STOP!!”
I always enjoy knowing that my efforts are appreciated by those Im helping, and so I slid out after a few more minutes, making her moan in anger at being left empty. When she opened her mouth to say something I grabbed a handful of that dark red hair and shoved my dick into her mouth and part way down her throat, making her gag. To me theres no better sound in the world then a girl, or woman, gagging on my cock. It just makes me feel good.
She started sucking like a possessed woman, slurping and gagging non-stop. Just as I was about to cum down her throat I pulled out and smacked her tight little rump and told her that “If you want my load down your ass you need to beg for it.”
“Please sir, there is nothing I want more in this world then to have your cock slide up my ass, pump for hard, and then give me your creamy cum so my little ass can feel full and sexy, please sir, please pump my ass hard.”
By this time I was red hot and about to blow. Listening to the filth coming out of this little girl was a major turn on, and I grabbed her hair and yanked hard, making her moan on pleasure. So this little whore gets off on pain, I thought, good, I can use that down the road. I put the head of my dick at her little rosebud and pushed gently, wanting to feel it as it enveloped my hardness. She started whining like a dog and begging me to slam it home. I just kept going slow until I was all the way in. I then pulled all the way out and stood up over her back. I yanked her head up and fed her my cock. She sucked without any complaints. I was truly in Heaven with this little slut working on my cock. I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her head down into the pillow.
This time when I lined up I just slammed it home. Sweet Jesus could this girl scream, and boy oh boy did it turn me on. She went off like a fire-alarm and started convulsing. My balls and legs were sprayed down and when I looked I realized she had just cum. HARD. I grinned leaned down so my mouth was next to her ear.
“Are you ready for my cum to be in your sweet little ass?” I asked he, grunting at the feeling of her ass wrapped around my manhood. “Please, please, please cum in my little butt, I need to feel your cum” I smiled and grabbed her hips, really going to town on her little ass. I could see the hole stretched wide to accommodate my cock, and I lost it. I started blowing my load up her ass harder then I’ve ever come before. She started cumming at the feel of my cock pumping its seed into her little ass.
And with the biggest orgasm of her young life, she passed out. I wasn’t far behind her, landing with my cock still attached in her ass and passed out.
We awoke to screaming from down the hall a few hours later………

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The Beast Within Chapter 2

The second chapter of “The Beast Within”, a story about a young man bitten by a wolf who then transforms into a beast. He seeks out the nearest person to unleash his desires upon… His Mother. The second chapter takes place from the point of view of the mother.

Fantasy

Katelyn

I’m 20 years old, have a loving girlfriend of the same age. But she has an amazingly hot and sexy 15 year old sister that i just had to have. This is the story.

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HUSBAND TAPES HONEYMOON

Upon arriving home from their honeymoon, the husband decides to play the tape he made of their first night . The tape starts up and his wife is heard to say on the tape, “That’s happiness, that’s happiness.”
The new husband’s wife walks into their bedroom and tells him, “Hey, you got it on slo mo, here rewind it and play it at normal speed.”
When the tape starts up, his wife is heard saying on the tape: “That’s a penis? …..that’s a penis?”

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Newly Lezzie Lizzie

This is my first story, so please be kind…constructive criticism only
When shit hits the fan, you always think about the beginning. I know that now. I know that because here I am strapped to my bed, more helpless than a babe and staring into the horrified eyes of my husband. Horrified because between my legs is our sitter. She’s got her face stuffed full of my pussy, and is doing her best to give me yet another orgasm. She’s oblivious of the stunned speechless man standing behind her. Me? I’m thinking about how this shit got started in the first place, and how I will possibly explain a 19 year old to sucking on my clit.
My husband Greg and I were married quite young, 18 actually. When we started out at 16 we were virgins, and have been each other’s first everything. Greg told me at 18 that he would be going into the service, and in true teen aged fashion, I followed him swept up in the drama of it all. Things were a bit rough at first, as you would expect of kids learning to be adults together. But we made it. I’ve always been so proud that we did.
In 1999 we welcomed our first daughter Megan into the world. Prior to Megan I had the gift of being fresh and 21. 34 C and every inch of them the most perfect upturned tits with the sweetest peg nipples, at least that is what Greg used to say about them. I was never skinny, but I was the best kind of soft, fluid and curvy. My ass was perfectly round. My Hispanic heritage had done me well, very Raquel Welch in shape. After baby was not as kind to me as I would have hoped and I fought to get back into shape, so you can image how apprehensive I was when we found we were pregnant with Jason in 2003.
After Jason when my body again didn’t snap back, I knew I’d never have another child. This was one of the down times in our marriage as well. Greg was amazingly supportive of caring for the children, but the extra 20 pounds were clearly unappreciated.
Everytime I found a moment’s peace to actually shower and not think about diapers or daycare, I found myself sobbing about the situation. I was choking back those very tears one day at the playground a few blocks away while Jason was sleeping, and Megan was sleeping running about picking up mulch with some other little boy. Another woman, I assumed that boy’s mother, sat down a few benches away and I could hear her conversation. She was detailing to the other party some of the most absurd things I’d ever heard about some machine she wore the batteries down on. At the time, I was not openly comfortable with words like “pussy” and “cunt” but she couldn’t stop exclaiming how amazing she’d made hers feel.
That night when Greg was asleep I found a website to tell me more information about it, and promptly ordered one. I was nervous that for once Greg would catch the mail and I bit my nails clean off for the two weeks I had to wait. When it came I called our baby sitter at the time, Corrine, and asked her to come stay downstairs with the children while I got some sleep. This was not uncommon and so when I opened the door for the adorable college freshman gave me one look and pointed me straight off to bed.
When I got up there I opened the box and started thinking about some of the photos I’d seen on the internet. And I went to town. I turned on the buzzer and set it gently against my clit, long since swollen in anticipation. And groaned one looooong moan. This was amazing. This is better than when Greg wanted to make me feel special and licked it. This was like one hundred Greg’s all licking my wet pussy all at once. Between the tensions I built up looking at the images, waiting for the box to arrive and the guilt I felt at working my own cunt over with the sitter downstairs I came quickly. The feeling was so overwhelming I fell, weak at the knees to the floor. I was certain I was going to pass out and was still writhing when I thought I heard a creak at the door. I was seeing colors and hearing birds sing, my pussy felt so good, so I thought I’d imagined it.
When I was finally able to compose myself, I figured I’d best take a nap…I was paying Corrine for it after all. I awoke a bit later to find Corrine downstairs looking quite flush and my children in mini comas- Corrine was a miracle worker.
And so that is how I got through the hump with Greg, rocking myself to mind blowing orgasms while I lost Jason’s baby weight. It opened my eyes to what a slut I wanted to be though. I never acted on these fantasies I had, but when Greg was fucking me I would imagine there was someone in the corner touching his dick while watching Greg please my pussy. When Greg was eating me, I was imagining I had him on his knees and bound…eating for his life. And I became a housewife addicted to orgasming, and that is how my free moments and babysitting time were spent. Greg never really caught on to that, but our sex life together was pretty healthy too.
As the years went by, the kids got older and this is how things went on with us. Sex together…making love really, and orgasming my horny pussy when I was alone. Corrine had a younger sister Abby who eventually took over watching my munchkins, mainly Jason anymore when I needed that me time.
A few days ago I called for Abby to watch Jason, since Greg was going to be entertaining some men in town visiting from headquarters. I was shocked to hear Corrine’s voice pick up on the other line. Corrine had since married and had a toddler of her own, and so was rarely home.
“Corrine ?!?!?” I said, “I had no idea you were home. How are you?”
“O I’m great Elizabeth, how are you?”
“I’m amazing!!” I told her.
“Were you calling for my mom?” she asked.
“No” I replied, “I’m looking for Abby, is she back from University yet?”
“O, yes but she’s speaking with our grandmother…would you like to leave a message for her?”
“Sure, just that I’d like for her to come over this Friday evening around 6 to keep Jason…it is my mom time!”
“You still have mom time! You haven’t changed a bit, hang on one sec”
Her voice was kind of strange to me, I thought she’d get mom time by now.
“OK, she will be there, 6 promptly” she said when she returned
I thanked her and we got off the phone. Little did I know that in that moment Corrine pulled Abby aside and revealed to her what she had seen almost 10 years ago, a chance she knew her out sister would love to capitalize on. And if not this go round, now that she knew Abby would have kept trying. She wouldn’t have to wait but til today.
This morning, it was chaos and wires were crossed. And by time Abby rang the door bell I had just sorted out with Greg that he’d intended on taking Jason to a night museum exhibit that evening and I’d forgotten. I’d hired a sitter to just well, sit!
I opened the door and began profusely apologizing to Abby and handing her the earnings anyway, for coming all the way out…I know college kids can be so broke. She looked a little annoyed, as if I’d inconvenienced her so, and I felt so very bad about that. I asked her if there was somewhere I could take her, anywhere else she’d rather have been.
“Anywhere” she asked?
“You have my word, Abby. I feel so bad…I’d help you commit a crime right now” I smiled nervously.
“Do you swear no matter where I tell you to take me, you’ll do what I say? You’ll take me there?”
“Solemnly swear”
“Take me upstairs Lizzie…show me what you do during “mom time” “
I gasped. My mind was racing. How could I possibly honor this request. This girl was standing in front of me 5’9” but all legs. Her breasts, if they could be called that had never gone past puffy pink nipples stage, but it was fitting of her lithe frame. Had she ever really explored the way she looked instead of hiding it, she would have been invited to model. Hazel eyes with green flecks, that sat on top of high cheekbones dusted with freckles and a deep auburn healthy wavy hair. I, in this moment am reminded of the time I walked in on her reaching for a cup and her shirt popped up and I saw her belly button ring. It wasn’t new from the look of it, but I’d never seen it. It made me wonder what else I didn’t know about her. Funny that would come up now, when she is revealing her true self to me. But it made me wonder again. This gorgeous girl, clearly deciding to walk a dyke path, wanted me. A housewife. And I immediately knew I wanted to know what everything looked like, that belly button ring wasn’t enough anymore.
I nodded and she stepped in, closed the door and brought her face to my face. She licked my bottom lip and she kissed me, slowly at first, then the kiss became deeper; more passionate. She aroused me quickly, my peg nipples straining my t shirt and my pussy already growing moist. I dared to reach for her puffy tit, because I wanted so much to see it. She sensed what I wanted and tore her top off, deserted it on the floor. And no bra, there they were. Glorious little mounds, so tasty in my mouth. I licked on those nipples for a few moments while she worked mine under my shirt.
Finally she broke and dragged me up to my room, with a bit of direction from me. She threw me on my bed after removing my top. She began to command me, which had me so hot.
“Lick your nipples, Lizzie. Pinch them…lick more. Now slap your clit through your jeans Lizzie ”
I came. I was ashamed. I don’t remember when I was last this hot, but still…she made me feel like I was a virgin all over again. The level of arousal was simply overwhelming.
“Lizzie did you just come without me?!! That is no good…I’m going to have to catch up”
She smiled and giggled a bit for the first time, and it made me feel more relaxed. That is until she crawled in the bed scrunching her flowery denim skirt up around her waist. I expected her to stop and lay eye to eye with me, so we could kiss more. How I wanted that mouth again. But while Abby had my mouth in mind I quickly realized it was reserved for her cute little pink cunny. She wasn’t kidding, she was going to catch up.
“Taste that fresh pussy Lizzie…I wanna cum too” she purred at me “ don’t be shy just stick your tongue out and try it”
“I’ve..uh never ACTUALLY done this before, Abby. I’ve dreamed about it” all that lust of thinking about it welled up in me as I looked at the light flourish of auburn hair on her young mound. “but I’m going to try”
And with that I slowly lifted my head and kissed her sweet bean. I knew how good it felt when I rubbed mine. I could tell by the way she jerked I was in the right place. So I stuck my tongue out, again remembering those images on the internet, and I gave it all I had. I made out with her soft pink fleshy lips as I slurped heartily at her clit.
All the while she cried out how excited she was to find out I was a secret pussy lover, how dirty I was for eating my baby sitter out in my husband’s bed, and how I was making her cunt so wet.
I could agree with this I was taking her juices, hoarding them in my mouth like I had been starving and the only thing that would ever fill me again was wet cunt. I was so engulfed in her pink, I hadn’t noticed that I’d managed to wiggle free my jeans, and was rubbing my own swollen pussy; until another powerful orgasm swept me and I called out muffled into her snatch.
The vibrations from all the noise I was making, paired with my enthusiastic efforts on her clit did her in. She came and squirted on my face…dousing me in reward for my hard work. Wailing and shaking Abby just kept convulsing above my face until her orgasm finally started to come to its end. She then fell forward panting.
“If you’ve never eaten pussy before, I’m a man named Bob” she said, when she’d finally moved down to lay eye to eye with me.
“Really, Abby…I’m a first timer” I replied, crossing my heart.
“Well then, let me show you what that feels like”
And with that she was in between my legs using her pointer and middle finger to spread me open and take a good look. I liked feeling open and exposed like this to another person…I was never THIS open with Greg. I felt like a slut, and it was how I’d been dying to feel for so long. And now, with this young girl on her knees in front of my sex, I was getting my wish.
I’m sure it was truly in real time, but in my eyes she stuck her tongue out so slowly. Seductively. And slowly ran it from the center of my asshole to my extremely sensitive clit. I couldn’t have ever dreamed the electricity the surged through me as she ate my honey pot. Every nerve in my body was at attention, her attention. She had every ounce of my being wrapped up in the pure lust radiating from between my thighs.
My fantasies had nothing on this. She tongue fucked me. This little bitch was clearly a Siren, there was no way she hadn’t done this before. I wonder how many other mom’s she’s had on that whore tongue!! This made me a little bit jealous, oddly and I started to buck in rebellion against her soft pink tongue. I wrapped her hair in my fingers and mashed her face against my box and rode her to what was assuredly going to be the biggest orgasm of my, until now, meaningless life.
Or it would have been if I hadn’t opened my eyes and found Greg’s horrified in front of me….

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Boys School. From Nothing to Every thing.

This story is fantasy and involves boy/boy sexual fiction. If you feel that this in any way will go against the grain, then leave now and navigate away to a story more to your liking.
My first attempt at Fiction.
Boys School. From Nothing to Everything.
Let’s set the background to this story and give you the background of the main character.
Mitchell was 11 with fire red shoulder length hair, jade green eyes and a lean body that had not one once of fat on it and was slowly starting to fill out in all the right places. He was homed schooled along with his 8 year old brother Scott, by their loving and doting mother who had been a high up professional in a big city firm, (which for the times was still a rare occurrence) but she’d given all that up, when Mitchell came along, and had devoted her life to giving her son, then sons, the best start in life. His father was an officer in the armed forces and was posted to many places all over the world and he had made the decision that his kids would not grow up army brats as he had done, so had put down permanent roots so as not to drag his wife and kids to all corners.
Then it happened, and to Mitchell’s mind, a thing he thought he’d never recover from, his mother died, leaving his brother and himself with the biggest empty hole that even with his fathers presence hurt in so many ways that he couldn’t describe the emotions and feelings that flooded his young head. To this was added a bomb shell by his father, that he was to stay in the service and that he and Scott would have to go to boarding school. As the days drew on fear and trepidation of the upcoming event had became the most prominent thought in both the boys heads. No amount of begging to stay with relatives or even a friend which had made an offer to take care of both of them, would persuade their parent to put off the impending day.
On that dreaded morning both boys felt sick to their stomachs and by then had even began to have ill feelings towards, as they thought, their uncaring and horrible father. They entered the car in total silence looking at each other in their new school uniforms consisting of a grey cap with a Latin motto and badge, white shirt and a tie of the school colours, grey jumper, grey blazer once again with the badge, grey shorts and socks with black brogue type shoes all which had been labelled with their names and billet number even down to the underwear which could only be of the Y type variety and white. Mitchell hated having to wear shorts as he thought that he was grown up enough to wear long trousers but had caved in to his fathers’ “rules are rules,” retort to any protestations he made. The one thing he didn’t look forward to in the clothing department was having to wear a kilt on occasions that required it, at things like church parade and special events that were organised where they were to be ambassadors for the school.
Rolling up the long driveway an imposing building came into view. Mitchell looked over at his brother whose mouth was wide open in disbelief and had started to tear up at the thought of having to come to this place, although seen in photographs, nothing prepared him for the actual size of the buildings and the bleakness of its turrets and clock tower. Directed to a large open space the car was parked. Mitchell was fighting with knot in his belly and the lump in the throat he thought would choke him, telling himself that he wasn’t going to cry so as not to let his father see that he was terrified, angry and upset. Slowly exiting the vehicle he went round to the rear and popped the boot open and began to struggle to get the luggage and the trunks out. His heart now pounding and trying to rip its way out of his chest Mitchell noticed boys of every shape and age going about their business most in the same drab grey uniforms, fussed over by a myriad of parents and guardians. Turning to see what his brother was up to, he saw him in an embrace with father and he was bawling into the shoulder of his sports jacket. Mitchell too wanted to feel this warm embrace but had decided that he was to show that no matter what he would not break down in front of this man he now thought of as an enemy. It was then that an older boy stepped up and introduced himself and telling the adult that he was a senior at the school and would help us to find our places. Introduction over with Mitchell overheard that this was the boy who was to be his billet mentor and that his name was Iain. Lead forward to the ever growing throng of boys once again Mitchell’s heart was pounding and his brother followed the father like a little puppy incessantly talking and holding onto his hand with both of his. Iain pointed down at Scott and shouted to another of the bigger boys saying “ think this is one of yours”. He walked over and pleasantries over with Scott and his father were lead over to a group where after a couple of minutes Mitchell saw his parent stand after hugging his youngest and start to make his way back. Scott let out a yelp of “daddy”, but it was ignored and the older boy held him back when he tried to run after him. Over now and standing in front of him Mitchell thought he could see tears in his father’s eyes but soon dismissed this as it started to make him tear up. His dad now on one knee went in for a hug but was met with a steely face and a handshake so retuned the hand thinking how small his sons’ was and questioned if he was doing the right thing? “Bye dad” was all his eldest could muster and Mitchell stood there and watched as his dad went back to the car. Now the tears fell and the lump in his throat began to tickle making it hard to speak.
“OK then juniors”, Iain said in an authoritative voice, “follow me”. Mitchell went to get his luggage but was told not to do that as it would be delivered to the billet. He tagged along, through large hallways past imposing military portraits and busts to a stairwell that got narrower and the narrower the higher they climbed. Reaching a large door marked as J4/4 it was opened to reveal another corridor. Iain stopped just inside the door and started to read names from a clipboard he carried. Four names at a time were uttered and eventually Mitchell heard his. Iain guided him into the room. He stood there taking in his surroundings while the other boys were looking to see which was to be their berth. The room was quite large and down both sides were two bunks, well not really bunks as they were built into wardrobes and sets of drawers with at either end a study desk with a lamp and more drawers. The other boys all had pulled the curtains back on their bunks and were sitting on one chatting and it was then Mitchell realised that these boys already knew each other.
“Hey ginger what’s your name then”?
“Mitchell” he said lowering his head.
“This is Grant, he’s Austin”, pointing at each in turn, “and I am Fraser”.
Giving them a cursory smile he turned to examine where he was to sleep. With the curtain now back he could see that it was exactly the same as the others, two pillows and covers, two sheets and two blanket with a third in the school colours. There was also a little pull chord which illuminated a light at one end of a plastic covered mattress. Tears started to flow once more and it was then he felt an arm around his shoulder and Grant trying to reassure him that all would be OK. A whistle sounded and Grant lead Mitchell from the room down to the end of the corridor that opened up into a large room with soft furnished seating. All the boys were there and Iain went into a speech telling all, in quick succession what the rules of the billet were. Then directing the boys down a small hallway past his room, which if he found anybody in he’d kill them, to the ablutions. That’s a damn strange word Mitchell thought as it was an extremely large bathroom, but as time went by he’d learn that many things had other names. Down one wall were toilet cubicles with the other wall having shower heads on it but no walls to separate them and in the middle was at least 20 wash basins with mirrors. Back in the large room, or common room, most of the boys were in little groups chatting away and fooling around when Iain said they were to return and unpack. Grant sought out Mitchell and they retuned together. Everything had its place and had to be there and Grant showed the new boy how to do it and explained the reasons. Three bells sounded in quick time and the boys said it was time for the evening meal so headed out the door and down to a large hall where for the first time since being slit up got a first glimpse of his brother. Making straight for him they met in the biggest hug he thought they’d ever had. Within seconds of meeting they were parted by an adult in some kind of uniform who clipped Mitchell on the back of his head as he ordered him back to the right table telling him that it was not an association time. Once more Grant interceded telling him that it was only at certain times they were allowed to mix with those from different years even if he was your brother. Mitchell felt the lump return but managed to hold back the water that was doing its damnedest to burst from his eyes. Prayers were said meals eaten then it was a return to the billet (dorm). By luck Fraser had a radio which helped break the monotony and pretty soon all the boys had bonded and found out background, likes and dislikes and other things about each other. 8pm. A whistle was sounded followed by the shout, “changing time”. Mitchell looked in confusion at the others but it soon became apparent to him what the order was as he looked at the other get out their pj’s and began to change. Getting his from his allotted drawer he was embarrassed to see the other boys remove their underwear and put them into a bag which had their numbers on and the word, whites. Mitchell had at times seen his brother naked and he him but this felt so strange and new. He also undressed and when it got down to his whites, quickly looked round to see the others back in conversation, so he removed them in what he thought was record time and was in his pj’s so fast that the friction burned his leg. Sitting back with the others they chatted about this and that and at 8.30pm another whistle “Hit the showers”, was the order.
“Come on” Grant said as he retrieved his wash bag and headed out followed by the others. Mitchell did the same and when he reached the ablutions was met by a sight he was not prepared for. Boys were happily stripping off hanging the pj’s on the hooks as you entered the door. Just standing there in two minds he was confronted by Iain.
“What’s up with you, not shy are we”? He had menace in his voice.
“No, But”!
“No buts in here youngster, just get yourself under the water”.
Mitchell removed his pj’s, took the soap and shampoo from his wash bag and headed to where there was an empty shower head ending up next to Fraser. He was all lathered up and whistling a tune he’d heard earlier on his radio. A glance to his side and he stopped his tune.
“Everything OK Mitch, you don’t mind if I call you Mitch do you”?
“No it’s OK as that’s what my cousins and that call me”.
“Good as Mitchell is so formal and Mitch sounds a lot better”, as he continued to wash.
“Yes I prefer it too”.
“Great”.
Mitch started to wash but couldn’t help scanning the others as he applied the soap. All there were of similar age. Some were taller some fatter and he noted that most of their penises were the same size as his but one or two were a bit larger and one boy was just abnormally big for his age. Taking a closer look he saw that one of the boys’ penis stood out, literally’ pointing up to the roof. He knew this happened as his too sometimes would go hard and point up but as yet he didn’t really know why. Finishing showering he took a towel from the pile and dried off and went to the wash bag getting his toothbrush and paste returning to the wash basin and brushed them in the way he’d been taught by his mother. Tears welled up as he remembered the first time he could brush his teeth on his own under her supervision and the broad smile on her face as she praised him for being her grown up little man. Now in a world of his own, he was brought too by a slap on the back of his head that really hurt.
“You going to be one of the slow idiot type”? Growled Iain.
“no”.
“Then what the hell are you standing here for”?
“Brushing my teeth”.
“Then why has every body finished and your here on your own”?
“I don’t know” then realised that he had been so caught up in his own world more time had passed than he’d accounted for.
“Get done the and get back to your billet” Iain spat.
Mitch washed off his toothbrush and went to his solitary pj’s hanging on the hook. While dressing he noticed Iain standing there watching closely and he could see a large bump in the front of his trousers, dismissing this as a thing that must happen to all boys.
Returned now to his room Fraser piped up.
“Where have you been”?
“I lost myself for a moment”! This was a phrase his dad had used when he’d to ask him something two or three times before getting an answer.
“Lost yourself, how did you do that”? Then they all broke into laughter and fell about. Mitch just stood there and then joined in with laughing trio.
“You guys want to see what I have”? Asked Austin, leaning under the bunk and pulling a small book from his luggage. Proudly presenting the front cover which showed a naked woman. He quickly put it back and crowed that he had taken it from his older brother who had so many he’d not miss one and we could all see it later that night. Having no idea of the fascination the others seemed to have, Mitch just smiled an acknowledgement. 9.30pm there came another whistle, “Lights out”. Then darkness. Austin clicked on his bunk light followed by Grant.
“Come on then let us see that book then”? Grant whispered.
“Give it ten minutes or so, till Hitler does his checks”.
“Who’s Hitler”? A whisper from Mitch.
“Iain of coarse, he’s a bad one and can be a really nasty bastard”.
Mitch lay there stunned by the language. Sure enough Iain poked his head round the door’
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you lot and if you feel your going to die, don’t bother me, just die quietly”. Then the door banged shut.
“OK then”, as Austin retrieved the book and swung it about in a motion to say, come to me. The others were across in a blur.
“Come on Mitch get your backside over here”. Mitch complied. The book was opened with some ceremony and under the bunk light all could see a naked woman sitting astride a rock showing all that she had.
“Look at the thatch on that snatch”, Austin said to blank looks from the three cross legged boys.
“God I’m not going to have to explain this am I”? With a hint of exasperation in his voice he pointed out the woman’s pubic hair. “That thatch”, tapping his finger on the book, “ and it’s covering her thatch” , tapping again on the nether region being displayed. Nods came from the ensemble. The page was turned to reveal a man and a woman standing together.
“There’s hair on the man too” Fraser said matter of factly.
“Yes and we’ll all get hair round our knobs as well and they’ll get bigger and then we will be able to shoot our loads”, looking round he saw the others had no idea what he was talking about, “ Oh sod it”! Came from the annoyed Austin. More pages were turned until one appeared where the man had his penis inside the woman. Austin explained the process.
“How come you know so much about it”? asked Fraser.
“My brother taught me when I was about 9 and even showed me how to do things”.
“What things”?
Austin Quickly diverted the conversation.
“Who’s got a hard-on then”? “You know, down there” pointing at his groin area. “I have” and he quickly got to his knees and whipped down his pj bottoms. Well there right in front of the was a rock hard little 3.5 to 4 inch penis. Next to own up to one was Grant and with a bit of prompting got it out. Mitch was last to own up and with three others telling him not to be a chicken showed his. All were of a similar size and all still had their fore-skins intact and not a pubic hair was to be seen.
“Who wants to learn how to chug off”? “ Oh just watch me and you’ll see how”! Austin took a hold of his penis and started to move his hand up and down holding it with two fingers bellow and the thumb on top. His skin folding back to reveal his blood engorged tip then back over to hide it. He flipped through the book and laid it down on his bunk to what was obviously was his favourite page, due to it being more dog eared than the others.
“Come on then you lot try it”! Hands went to penises and with trial and error the chugging had begun. All eyes were on the book where the close up was of the man cuming on the pubic hair of the woman. Heavy breathing was the main sound coming from the quartet and an announcement was uttered from Austin.
“Oh yeah I’m going to shoot”! Throwing his head back the others could see him visibly shake and arch his back the familiar feeling as he had his dry cum..
“I’m going to pee” Grant cried.
“No you wont, just keep rubbing and you’ll get a real surprise”.
“What the ffff”. Grant flung his head all around and also gave a visible shudder and collapsed back on the bunk as he too had his first dry orgasm. Fraser followed with a little squeal and slumped down. Mitch became the centre of attention and he knew it.
“For gods sake your doing it all wrong”! Before Mitch knew what was going on Austin had removed his hand and was taking charged. Peeling back the skin on the end he noticed Mitch wince in pain.
“Have you never done this to see your knob head”? Mitch shook no.
“It’ll be all OK in a minute”, and continued to work on the skin and surely with the attention it was receiving the slacker it became. Mitch now was starting to enjoy the feeling, in what he had called up until that moment, his tinkle. Something had started to churn away in his stomach and he could feel a tight and strange sensation down in his groin. It hit like a sledgehammer send pulses from his small sacks to the tip of his tinkle and even all the way up to his nipples. His first and dry orgasm took over his whole body making him cry out in sheer ecstasy. He too collapsed breathing heavily and with such a grin of satisfaction. The boys lay there and discussed what it felt like and what it did to them but the one with biggest smile was Austin knowing that he had created willing participants to his ways and knew that in time he’d teach them all the things his brother had taught him to do.
Reading through this I do go on a bit but now the start has begun it’ll be quicker in tone, that is if anyone wants more of this story.
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True Story

Tight Chloe Remembers

Finding a whore with a tight pussy is a treat and a fluke. I went back looking for her many times, or course, but without success. Then, nearly 6 months later, our paths crossed again. She didn’t recognise me at first, which was not surprising.

Fantasy

Katy

Hope you all like this one. It’s based on an actual conversation I had with a woman that never actually came to anything.

Fiction

When In Rome

Author’s Notes[b]When In Rome isn’t exactly a series of erotic stories. When it’s completed, it will (hopefully) read more like a novel. Plot, subplots and all. There will be (on average) three separate scenes from three separate Point(s) of View (POV) per chapter. While every chapter will have sex in one form or another, every scene will not. If you want to skip through and only read the sexy bits, every chapter will be headed by listing which scene(s) in that chapter include sex.
Chapter one starts with a fairly vanilla blowjob, but don’t worry. The sex gets dirtier and more violent. And will continue getting dirtier and more violent throughout the series.
I hope you enjoy.
Each POV will be headed by the character’s name.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Scene 01: Appius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
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[center][b]APPIUS[/center]
Lykos was the most powerful man in Rome. And he wasn’t even a true fucking Roman.
His mother had been a Greek whore, but a beautiful one, gifted to Lykos’s father by a rival he’d later killed in his sleep.
His money wasn’t the reason he was respected, though he was rumored to have more than the Emperor. It was not his skill in battle (which was legendary, Appius knew all too well – he’d served with him in the Roman Army). Nor was it the five vicious, sword-wielding, murderous sons he’d fathered. Though they were legends of their own.
It was his whores. Lykos had the best whores in the world. He catered to every whim, every desire. Legal or not, moral or not… you could get it from Lykos.
At least that’s what Appius had heard. It had been fifteen years since he’d last stepped foot in Rome. Almost that long since he’d seen his old friend. He was only here to… pay a debt. Right a wrong.
It hadn’t been hard to find the find the place.
Mention Lykos’ name, and any man with two denari to rub together could give you directions. It wasn’t like you could pass by the building without knowing it was what you were looking for. His friend’s tastes had always verged on the obscene.
The front of the whore house was littered with stone statues; exquisitely carved women with round asses, full breasts and open mouths were crowded around a grotesque rendering of Hades, Greek God of the Underworld. His large stone head was thrown back to the sky in rapture; a stone woman was at his feet, her ass high in the air, her lips eternally circling the head of his cock. Near her knees were two more stone women, one with her face buried between the other’s legs. Various statues surrounded them, all engaged in some sexual act or another.
He’d arrived.
He gave his name to the guard at the door, and paid his way inside.
The air was thick with the the sweet heady scent of wine, and the sweeter smell of poppy smoke. There was music, a hard beat on a drum. And there were women. Naked, all of them. Some were selling their wares right there at the entrance, begging, moaning, screaming as they got filled in every way he could imagine. Some were dancing, their soft skin oiled so that it shimmered in the firelight. Some danced on tables. Some danced chained in cages, pressing their breasts against the bars as they begged to be used by someone, anyone. Every girl was beautiful. Every girl was young. Most looked barely old enough to marry, let alone be selling their cunts in a place where the proprietor claimed to be descended from Hades himself.
“Finally made it back to Rome, I see.”
Appius turned to find his old friend. Age had been kind to the man; he only had a few scars and a head of gray hair to show for the nearly fifty years he’d managed to live.
Appius gripped Lykos wrist as they shook hands. “And in one piece, no less. All I heard on the way back were tales of Hades’ spawn and his famous whores.”
“See anything you like?”
He looked around, but he knew he’d already seen exactly what he wanted. He pointed to a little slut in the middle of the room, apparently glorying in the attention she was getting from her audience.
Lykos’ smile grew wider, and he laughed. “You always had a good eye. Come.”
They rested on twin high-backed chairs as another man rushed off to procure the whore. She turned as she realized she was wanted, her body damp with glistening oil and a little sweat. She pushed her hair, light red – almost blonde, out of her face and bit her bottom lip as she watched him. He watched her too. She was young enough, new enough to the game to still look sweet. Her body was slim and soft, and he could see the firm hint of muscle in her belly, just above her tiny, almost hairless little cunt. He reached for her as she came to him, just grazing his fingers over her pussy. Her breasts were small, but they were firm, and her little pink nipples were already hard.
“You like her? She’s called Callia.”
Callia, his pretty little whore, was already wet as he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her little pink tongue darted over her top lip as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes.
“I like her very much.” Appius worked his finger into her tight little hole, and then deeper as she gasped.
Callia giggled as Lykos slapped her ass.
“Come here, show my friend what you’ve learned.”
She smiled, both proud and excited, as she dropped to her knees as Lykos’ feet. He adjusted his robes, and the girl wrapped her lips happily around the head of his cock. After a few strokes of her tongue, she winked at Appius, and he watched, cock throbbing, as she took the other man’s cock between her pretty little lips. She was on her knees, but she spread her legs wide open as she took his cock deep into her throat. He heard her soft moan as she took it all, her little hips rocking in pleasure as her mouth hit his pelvis. Little slut had swallowed the whole thing. And she wasn’t finished.
She bobbed her head back and forth, fucking his cock with her throat in quick strokes. Her little cunt was glistening wet. She barely took time to breathe.
“That’s enough. Off.”
She pouted as she sat back on her heels, her eyes still longingly fixated on her boss’s cock.
Lykos nodded his head toward Appius. “Now him.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she climbed over to sit between his knees.
She grinned at Lykos as her fist circled Appius’ cock. “Yes, Father.”
He barely had time to react. Her mouth was already on his cock, her expert little tongue working over his shaft, getting him wet and ready for her mouth. His cock throbbed as she placed a soft little kiss on the head, and he glanced over at Lykos as she began to slide him down her throat.
“Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Forgot to mention that, did I?”
“Wasn’t aware you had a daughter.” Appius groaned as she guided him past her mouth, hands curled into fists as the tip of his cock worked its way into her hot, tight little throat. He thrusted his hips up, just the slightest bit, to feel her tighter around him.
“Its been awhile. I didn’t have her when you last saw me.”
He looked down at the little whore at his feet, his cock sliding between her full little lips as her father watched. “And how is it a daughter of yours is on her knees sucking cock in a whore-house? I find it hard to believe your wife would allow it.”
“She doesn’t belong to Lyssanda. Whose dead, by the way.”
That made more sense. The slut had fair skin, big blue-green eyes, light hair. Even more telling, she was, as far as he could see, pleasant to be around. Obviously not Lyssandra’s child. He fucking hated Lykos’ wife. Always had. Couldn’t say he was sorry to hear that. He doubted Lykos was either.
He groaned as her hand cupped his balls, her mouth fucking his cock at a furious pace. He was too close, and he was enjoying this far too much to let her taste his cum this soon.
He slapped her hard across the cheek and fisted his hand in her hair. “Slow the fuck down.”
She jerked. Her watery eyes lowered away from his as her father laughed. Her cheek bloomed with the red imprint of his fingers.
“Little whore gets too excited sometimes.”
She slowed. Obediently. He liked that in a whore. He leaned forward, rewarding her with soft slaps to her little tits. Her throat vibrated around his cock as she moaned, and tightened as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He slammed his cock harder down her throat as he stood up. He took her by the hair, and guided her head. He wanted it faster now. He looped her hair around his fist, pulling her hard, yanking her head back and forth as he set the pace. He could see the saliva, wet around her mouth as she gagged around his cock. Patrons and whores alike were watching him fuck her throat, and he liked it.
“You like that?” He asked her, knowing that she did. Her round little ass was up in the air, her hips rocking back and forth and her strangled, muffled cries carried over the music as his cock pounded into her little open mouth. He watched her eyes as his dick disappeared and reappeared past her lips, watched as her mouth stretched wide to take him. She was sucking hard, her little pink cheeks hollowing and her tongue worked fast little circles on the underside of his shaft even as she choked.
She sucked a dick like she was born to do it. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed, pussy soaked; she loved it. Loved getting her face fucked in a room full of people, loved that she was being watched, that she was desired. He wondered if she liked that her own father was watching.
“Stay on your knees, lean back, open your mouth,” he commanded.
She obeyed. Her little breasts shook as she panted. Her eyes were watering from the assault on her throat, but she opened her mouth wide. She wanted his cum. She was desperate for it.
“Please,” she begged. She squeezed her tits with a soft little whimper as he stroked his cock. He was so close to her that his dick slapped against her lips as he pumped his fist over the length.
He groaned as he finally came. Thick cum hit her lips, her nose, her tongue. She whimpered, struggling to keep her mouth open. Her tongue twitched, she looked like she was fighting herself not to try to lick the cum off her lips. When he was finally spent, she closed her eyes, head tilted back. She trembled as he looked down at her, her pretty, lightly freckled face covered in his cum.
“Swallow it.”
She grinned as she obeyed. Her moans were soft, but he heard them, as she licked the cum off her lips.
“Good girl.”
She blushed as she got to her feet, and Lykos pulled her closer to him. His hand snaked up between her legs and pushed to of his fingers into her cunt. He head rolled back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. Appius watched her thin, young little body shake as her father finger fucked her cunt right there in the open.
Lykos slapped her ass and beckoned to two of his guards. “Take Callia to be cleaned.”
Her eyes widened like she’d just remembered something and her hands flew to her mouth.
“Yes, yes. Your brother is waiting for you. Go.”
Her body shook as the guards took her by the arms. She looked afraid.
Appius had heard all about Lykos’ sons. There wasn’t a man in the country who didn’t fear them. Especially the eldest, Cassius. He’d met him, some fifteen or so years ago. He’d been a sullen, angry fourteen year old boy who wanted nothing to do with anything but a sword.
Apparently he’d grown into a fearsome man. He hadn’t expected anything less.
He felt sorry for the poor little whore if that’s where she was headed.
[center]CALLIA[/center]
Callia shifted, wincing as the stone floor dug hard into her knees. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The chain attached to her metal collar was jingling; that’s how she knew how badly she was shaking. Her stomach churned, her was mouth dry. Tears gathered in her eyes. She was having trouble catching her breath.
She was chained to the bedpost of her oldest brother’s bed, and she’d been late getting to his room. She was supposed to be getting ready when her father had called her over to suck that man’s cock. She’d forgotten that Cassius was expecting her, but even if she hadn’t forgotten, it wasn’t like she could have told her father ‘no.’ Lykos expected complete obedience from all of the women he owned, and she was no exception. The fact that she shared his blood made no difference to him. Her mother has been a slave. That made her a slave as well.
Her brother’s slaves had been furious when she’d arrived late. They were usually gentle with her as they prepared her for him, but not this time. She wasn’t the only one who would be punished, even though it was her fault alone. So they’d bathed her with water far too close to scalding, scrubbed her skin with wire brushes until she was bright pink and begging them to stop. They had been gentle when they held her legs open to shave her, though. Cassius would have been livid if they’d marred her skin before he got his hands on her.
Now she knelt, freezing on the stone floor. Her skin had been freshly lotioned so it would be supple and soft under his hands, and his cane or whip. Her hair was still damp, curling softly around her face.
She trembled, from both cold and fear as the door opened. How angry would he be with her? She tried to keep her eyes trained on the floor, but he was undressing. He didn’t look at her or speak to her as he took off his clothing. He never did. It was their secret little game. She’d pretend like she wasn’t watching him, and he’d pretend like he didn’t notice. It was the only disobedience he allowed.
She dropped her eyes as he stalked over to her, as he stood in front of her. His cock was hard already, long and thick and curved slightly to the left, bigger than their other four brothers’ cocks. Even far bigger than their father’s. She reminded herself not to lick her lips. She had to obey, even though she craved him. Even though she was terrified of him.
He didn’t speak even as he unhooked the chain from her collar and jerked her to her feet. She could tell he was furious; his body hummed with pent-up rage and her stomach dropped into her feet. Would this be the day he lost control? Would this be the day she met the side of her brother that the entire Republic was terrified of? They were both frightened and reverent of him, Rome’s own personal God of Death in mortal flesh.
He pushed her hard against the apparatus he’d had made especially for her body, and strung her arms up and tied them high above her head with coarse ropes. She was facing away from him, her arms tied just high enough that she could barely stand on the tips of her toes. A belt circled her waist, preventing her from any freedom of movement.
She didn’t even have time to brace herself before the first blow. It was the cane. And it landed across the backs of her legs, just under her ass with a stinging thwack. She hissed in air, it felt like a line the length of the cane had been sliced with a straight razor. It burned, even more than usual, on her icy skin. She whimpered. Five more hits followed, each one harder and more painful than the last. Each accompanied by the sound of the cane hitting her flesh, and the burning, searing pain. She slipped, sagging against her ropes. Had it not been for the belt, she’d have hurt herself. Maybe separated her arm from her shoulder.
Her brother was against her back before she could find her footing, holding her still before the belt could dig into her skin. Her toes found the ground again as his lips found her ear.
“You disobeyed me, Callia. What was your order?”
She shivered against him. His skin was warm, hot even and she could feel his cock pressing hard against her back. “I was to go to work. To dance for the men, to let them touch me. To make them want me. But not to let them fuck me.”
His teeth grazed her neck. “So you remembered. I’d hoped you’d just forgotten.”
He pulled away from her, and the cane cracked hard against her ass. She bit down hard, but couldn’t keep from crying out. It hurt; it hurt so fucking badly on her soft, oiled skin. Her breasts heaved against the board, the material rough against her sensitive nipples. His cane worked up her back in strokes that seemed to grow harder with every count. By the time he reached her shoulders, she was choking back sobs.
His hand snaked around her body, and he caught her nipple between his fingers. At first it felt good and then he pinched harder… twisted it between his thumb and forefinger until she cried out.
“Why did you disobey my order?”
She could taste her salty tears against her lips. She’d finally done it. “F-father commanded it. The man was his friend. He told me to suck his cock. I wouldn’t-”
He was back against her, his skin pressing hard against the welts that covered her skin. He kissed her neck before pulling away. He struck her again. And again. This time working his way back down starting at her shoulders. He criss-crossed the strikes over the last set. Her back, she knew, would look like a finely drawn grid. Every lash, every inflamed red strike, would be perfectly equidistant from the last. They would cross in the exact same place, every time. He was that controlled. That methodical.
“You wouldn’t what, Sis? I saw you. I watched. You were enjoying it. You loved that father was watching your face get covered in another man’s cum.”
Callia whimpered after a hoarse, tear-filled laugh. Her voice was raw. “Of course I did.
She tried to turn to face him. He moved so that he could look in her eyes.
“Thats what I was trained for. How old were you when you got your first wooden sword, Cassius? Before you had ever received one day’s training? I was far younger than that when I began mine. I was taught, and trained and educated on how to please. How to dance, how to tease. How to suck, how to fuck. I started so early I barely remember the early years. Of course I loved it. How could I not?”
She tensed as his hand neared her face, she never knew if he would stroke her cheek or slap it. He brushed away the tears on her face. She tried to ignore the hope that rose in her chest.
“Who owns you Callia?”
She gritted her teeth against the fear. She knew that answer he wanted. She also knew the truth. She could lie and please him. Or she could tell the truth. No one lied to Cassius.
“Father.” She admitted defiantly, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Father owns me. Body and mind. He controls when I eat, when I sleep, when I fuck, and if I get to live, Cassius. And daughter or not, if there is ever a day when I refuse him, he would not hesitate, nor even blink, as he killed me.”
Her brother’s body tensed against her, shaking and seething with anger and she knew she’d given the wrong answer. When his blue eyes met hers, she was paralyzed with fear. She’d never seen that much rage in one man’s face. She should have lied, she should have-
He jerked her face to his, their noses touched. His jaw clenched and she could feel his hand shaking, jerking with fury. But his voice was quiet. Calmer than she’d ever heard him. It was terrifying.
“Do you think I’d let that happen?”
Her body sagged with relief. She finally felt like she could breathe. She leaned her face against his, and his lips found the tears on her cheeks.
He licked away the salty tears on her face and stepped behind her. He kicked a step between her legs for her to stand on, and moved the belt up, holding her in place at the perfect height for…
“Tell me, little sister. Do you think I’d let him?”
“No.” She breathed hard as he pushed her legs open. Her wrists were still tied, the coarse material chaffing her skin. She wasn’t wet, not yet. She’d been too afraid; but not afraid of being hurt. Afraid that she’d lost his favor.
He didn’t care. His cock was between her legs, and then, in one fast, painful, burning stoke he was inside her. She screamed against the board she was tied to as he filled her. His cock, it was so thick. So hard, it hit so deep inside her cunt. It even hurt when she’d had time to fully prepare, time to get wet… But he liked it when it hurt her. Liked to force his way in dry and feel her cunt get wet around him. And she liked when she pleased him. She could feel his skin against hers as she stilled, and his mouth hot against her neck. His teeth dug at her skin as he stretched her tight little pussy to fit around him. Short strokes, never pulling out more than an inch.
His teeth grazed her ear. “That’s it Callia, just like that. I love feeling you get wet around me. So wet.”
He pulled back, leaving only the thick head of his cock in her pussy, and then drove it back in. Harder, faster than the first. He pressed his chest against her, and the welts from her beating burned and ached, but it didn’t matter. The pain didn’t matter because he was inside her, fucking her, pounding her little cunt while she screamed for him. It was worth it.
He was deep inside her when she felt him fumbling with the belt, could hear his frustrated gasps as he tore it off the board. He pulled out and spun her until she faced him. He stared into her eyes, bit at her lip and knelt to pick up his sword.
She shivered as he traced the razor sharp point up her belly, and up, between her breasts. He turned it horizontal, and held it to her throat as he slammed his cock back inside her. He stayed there still. Watching her, his blade to her throat.
Callia met his eyes, holding herself perfectly still. Still as a statue. And then she squeezed her cunt hard around his cock… and smiled. She felt his cock jerk inside her, his muscles tighten as he stroked one more time. She knew what was coming. She wrapped her legs tight around his back, and his mouth covered hers as he cut the ropes that bound her wrists.
It had been a test. To see if she feared him in that moment. She’d passed.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her like she weighed nothing and threw her on the bed. And then he was on top of her, between her legs, cock once again buried in pussy. Where it belonged.
He wasn’t gentle. He slapped her face as he fucked her harder and deeper than any man ever had. He held her hands, still braceleted with rope, above her head, pining her still as he filled her, over and over. Her back arched off the bed as her legs began to shake, and she writhed underneath him.
“Cassius.. I’m-”
He kissed her neck softly before his hands moved to circle her throat. “I know. Cum for me. Cum with my cock inside you.”
His hands tightened on her throat as her cunt tightened on his cock. Her screams were muffled, and he choked her, hard, as her wet little cunt shook around his cock. Her eyes were wide open, watering as she struggled to breathe, struggled to scream… but it was Cassius’ name on her lips as she came with her brother’s cock deep inside her.
He released her throat as she collapsed, breathless and smiling, back against the bed.
The door slammed open. She barely tilted her head until she she could see her brother. Well, a different brother. Marcus. The youngest of the boys, but still almost six years older than her.
“Cass, they’ve found another one. We need to leave now.”
Cassius ignored him. She smiled. He wasn’t done with her yet.
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Fucking Marcus.
He ignored his youngest brother as he drove his cock back inside his sister’s wet, still trembling cunt. She was breathless underneath him, pussy still gripping his cock hard, still shuddering with aftershocks. He’d wanted to taste her, kiss her mouth, bury his face in her neck as he filled her with cum… but they had an audience now. He would not show his brother his weakness. He only had one. He’d kill anyone. Sit back and watch anyone be killed if he could gain from it. Brothers, father… He hadn’t shed a tear or blinked an eye when his mother died. But he could not lose Callie. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. No one could know that. Because then she could be used against him.
They all fucked her. His father, all of his brothers. But she meant nothing to them. She was just a pretty toy to be played with. Something to amuse them, to pass the time.
He needed to hurt her. Needed Marcus to see. He hauled his hand back and slapped Callia hard across the face. He felt the slap himself. His palm stung, but she’d squeezed tight around his cock, and her hips pushed off the bed, driving her little cunt up to meet him.
He could hear himself, a low, steady growl barely audible over her frantic cries. Could hear the sound of his cock driving inside her, his balls slapping against her ass.
Her lips were full, red and swollen from his rough kisses. Her eyes were still watery and his hand print blazed red and angry on her cheek. Her throat was red and raw. He knew that tomorrow it would be bruised with the perfect impression of his fingers and every time he saw her he’d think about his hands on her throat and that look in her eye. Fuck, he needed to slow down. Slow.
He hovered over her, her back arching as she grinded against his cock. If he was the type to smile, this was one of the rare moments when he would. He turned to look at his brother, a look that had prompted many a man to turn tail and run. A look that promised a slow and painful death.
“Enjoying the show, Brother?”
Marcus shrugged. “Seen better. Done better, probably to the same whore.”
Cassius tensed. He was not going to kill his brother. He wasn’t. He repeated that to himself. Made it a mantra. “Get out Marcus. I’ll meet you downstairs when I’m finished. Go.”
Marcus was only twenty. And not that bright. But for once, he listened.
Cassius waited for the door to click shut, and this his mouth was on Callia’s.
He slid inside her, his pace still slow. But deep. If he slowed his strokes he could go so much fucking deeper inside her, drive it up until his sister’s pretty little eyes rolled back in her head.
“I love hurting you, Cal.”
She smiled. It was a weak, exhausted, sated smile and it made his fucking cock jerk.
He wrapped his hands around her throat. One last time. He tightened them as he impaled her, his hands catching the breath in her throat. He choked her, watching her gasp and struggle against him as he pounded her cunt, fucked it raw, made sure she’d be sore afterward. His cock throbbed inside her as he watched her face turn red. He could push it to the last second. She wouldn’t fight him. Even as his cock drilled her and she gasped for air and started to go limp and dizzy, she wouldn’t try to pry his hands off her neck.
She stared up at him, choking, and he stared down at her tear filled, bloodshot eyes. There was fear in her gaze. Of course. But there was something else, something he’d never seen in the eyes of another human soul, not even his brothers. Trust. No matter how badly he hurt her, she knew she was safe. He lov- Don’t even think it, Cassius.
He let her go, and she gasped and choked against his mouth as he came. He covered her body with his, spilling hot, thick cum deep inside his little sister’s soaking wet cunt. He could feel her shaking again, coming again with him, his mouth catching her screams as she did.
She was breathless, still whimpering as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I want to kill them all Callie.” He finally admitted, his cock still buried inside her.
She looked up at him, exhausted and completely satisfied. “Who?”
“Every man I see inside your mouth. Inside your cunt. Or your ass. Every man that touches what belongs to me. And when I see you cum, screaming like that with another man inside you… sometimes I want to kill you, too.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He kissed her lips.
“Never,” he promised.
“You want me all to yourself?” She grinned as if that were the craziest thing she’d ever heard.
“No.” He watched her tremble as he ground his hips against hers. “I still want to see you get fucked. But I want them to have to go through me, to know that the only reason they get to touch you is because I allow it. I want them to know that I own you.”
She bit her lip as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that.”
He sighed. There was work to be done. He pulled his cock out of her pussy slowly, watching her shudder. “Clean me up, Callie.”
She smiled and got to her hand and knees. She knelt between his legs and he stared at the patchwork of angry red welts on her back as she licked his cum and hers off his dick. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft moans as she kissed and licked and sucked him greedily.
He stroked her face one last time as she helped him dress.
“Stay in here tonight, Callia. I’ll tell father that I wasn’t finished with you. I want you in my bed when I get home.”
She looked puzzled. Unsure. Scared, even. “You… you want me to sleep in your bed?”
He kissed her forehead as she strapped his sword to his waist. “Yes. Now turn around. I want to see your back one more time before I leave.”

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