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This is a fanfic story. Genre: games Chapter 1 Lyn waited in the relative gloom of her tent. It was quite a luxurious one, as far as tents went, especially when compared to the others in the camp. Most of Lyn's companions were nobles, and to them, tents were something soldiers used while on the march; they weren't for living in. But for Lyn, tents were for living in, so she'd made hers as beautiful and comfortable as she could make it. Furs, rugs, and pillows littered the floor, oil lamps hung from the ceiling, and the walls were decorated with whatever Lyn had been able to find, which, considering Aytolis did not have a nomadic culture, wasn't much, but she'd done her best. So Lyn was quite comfortable as she waited on her bed of furs and pillows. She was also quite naked. The great, endless plains of Sacae had given her an uninhibited view of the world. The open sky and the sea of grass didn't much care what she did, so she did as she pleased. Besides, home was where one could be themselves, and that had to include being naked if she happened to feel like it. The other reason she was naked was because she was running out of patience. It was Lucina. Lyn was almost certain the young woman was interested in her, or at the very least was developing something of a crush on her. She'd caught Lucina staring at her on more than one occasion, and every time she did, Lucina hurriedly looked away while blushing brightly and smiling awkwardly. Lucina also frequently tried to make conversation, but she wasn't much good at it. Not surprising, considering her childhood, but Lyn could only take so much idle chatter about the weather. Lucina's eyes tended to wander whenever she talked to her, moving up and down Lyn's body until she realized what she was doing, and her eyes quickly snapped back to Lyn's face. Lucina's eyes seemed to gaze at her crotch far more than anywhere else. Lyn was almost certain she knew why. Her dress did bulge a bit between her legs, especially when she was excited. Dresses normally didn't, down there, at least not those worn by women. Perhaps Lucina had caught a glimpse one day, a suggestion of something that was there that normally shouldn't have been, and had been intrigued. But Lucina only glimpsed when she thought Lyn wasn't looking or made hopelessly idle small talk. Lyn had tried to be a bit more straightforward, almost flirtatious, but whenever she tried, Lucina became a flustered, blushing mess and quickly left the conversation. So Lyn had decided on the drastic approach. Pretty soon, Lucina would knock on her tent. She'd have some minor excuse – reminding her of an upcoming strategy meeting, sorting out some guard duty details, offering to spar, whatever – in a rather transparent attempt to hang out with her for a bit. Instead, she'd walk in on Lyn, stark naked, draped over her furs. Lyn couldn't help but smile when she tried to imagine Lucina's reaction. Flushed and stammering was her best bet, with outright fleeing a close second. Or perhaps she'd just stand and stare, take in every inch of her naked body in the flickering glow of the oil lamps, from her strong legs to the curves of her breasts to the rigidity of her dick. Lyn let her hand wander down to her soft cock. She wrapped her hand around her shaft and started stroking herself slowly. She didn't intend to masturbate to completion, just until she was nice and hard. If she was going to expose herself to Lucina anyway, she might as well go all the way. Besides, it just felt nice, letting her hand wander up and down her cock, feeling it becoming hotter and harder in her hand. There was a faint knock at the canvas. "Lyn, are you there?" Lyn smiled and withdrew her hand. She felt her pussy becoming wet, and her rigid cock twitched in excited anticipation. "Come in, Lucina," she called out. "How did you know –" Lucina began as she entered the tent. And stopped. Lucina stood, staring down at Lyn lying naked on her furs. Her eyes seemed to grow larger by the moment, and a blush crept up her cheeks. "It's kind of you to come and visit," Lyn said, as though her body wasn't on full display for the blushing young woman. "Uhm..." Lucina began. "Uhm... Yes... I thought... Uhm..." "Oh, where are my manners?" Lyn said, standing up. She noticed Lucina's eyes following the movement perfectly to remain fixed on her hard cock. "I forget I'm the only one here from Sacae. I'll put some clothes on." "No, no!" Lucina said hurriedly. "It's, uhm, it's... It's fine. Don't worry yourself on my account." "Alright," Lyn said, lying back down. "Anything I can help you with?" "I, uh, I was..." Lucina stammered, waving vaguely in the direction of the canvas door. "I... I forget..." "Well, I'm sure it couldn't have been all that important, then." "Yeah, I guess," Lucina said, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. "So you, you're really... I mean, I thought, but... You do have..." "A dick?" Lyn said, moving her hand down to her hard member. Lucina swallowed visibly. "Yes, I do. Since birth, in fact." "Is that, uhm, usual? Where you're from?" Lucina asked. "Not very," said Lyn. "Although... more usual than elsewhere, I sometimes think. People like me, we believe we have been blessed by both Mother Earth and Father Sky. For obvious reasons." "That's... a nice thought," Lucina managed. "Would you like to touch it?" Lyn asked. For a moment, Lyn thought she'd finally pushed it too far, and Lucina really would flee. Then the blue-haired young woman seemed to force herself to get a grip. "I'd... if you wouldn't mind, I think I'd... sure..." Lyn smiled. "If I'd minded, I wouldn't have asked." Lucina stumbled forward as though her body had acted before her brain had time to catch up. She caught herself, then walked forward a bit more sedately. After only a few steps further, she kneeled down next to Lyn's naked body. She reached out for Lyn's cock, hesitated for a moment, then tore off her gloves and threw them aside. Lucina wrapped the fingers of her right hand around Lyn's hard shaft. She laughed, an amazed little chuckle of disbelief. "How does it feel?" Lyn asked. Lyn felt Lucina squeeze her cock a bit and felt excitement throb through her body. "Like a dream," Lucina replied, moving her hand up Lyn's member. "I didn't... part of me doesn't believe this is happening." "It is," Lyn replied. "Enjoy it." Lucina mutely stroked Lyn's cock up and down a few more times. Her blue, mismatched eyes remained fixed on Lyn's erection as her hand slid up and down its hard flesh. Lyn lay back with a smile, enjoying Lucina's slow stroking and the smoldering arousal growing in her naked body. "You know, I... I suspected you had... I mean, I thought you were... different," Lucina said without interrupting the flow of her stroking. "Yes, I know," Lyn purred. "You do?" Lucina asked. "I caught you staring more than once," Lyn replied. "Oh," Lucina replied, blushing. "I thought I'd been more subtle than that." "Don't worry about it. From you, I enjoyed the attention." Lyn sighed happily. "And I enjoy this, as well." "I'm glad," Lucina said. "You know, the first time I saw... or thought I saw... that you... you know... I couldn't stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it. I kept dreaming about it." "Is that why you think this might be a dream?" Lyn asked. "Maybe... A bit... But this is... real." "It is," Lyn said. Lyn felt her cock throb in Lucina's stroking hand. The warm glow of arousal filled her naked body. Most of her was content to lie back and simply enjoy Lucina's gentle attention, but part of her was starting to get quietly insistent on firmer action. She tried to ignore it as best she could. Boldly confronting the young woman with her naked body had been a gamble to start with, and she wasn't about to push her luck. Besides, Lucina's soft stroking was plenty pleasurable all on its own. Lyn lay back on her bed of furs and pillows and softly moaned her appreciation. Lucina froze at the sound for just a moment. Then, moving so carefully it was almost as if she was afraid of breaking something precious, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of Lyn's cock. Lyn hissed at the feeling of Lucina's lips on her purple head, her back arching slightly in lustful appreciation. She hadn't really expected Lucina would do anything other than touch her, and she hadn't even really expected Lucina would go that far. And now here she was, kneeling next to her, her mouth on the tip of her cock. And not just the tip. Lucina slid her hand down to the base of Lyn's shaft, moving it out of the way so her lips could kiss Lyn along her length. Lyn moaned happily as she felt Lucina's mouth press lightly against her hot flesh again and again. Once or twice, she thought she could feel the tip of Lucina's tongue slip out of her mouth and flick across her rigid member, and every time a surge of pleasure ran through Lyn's body. "I'm too dressed," Lucina muttered aimlessly. Without warning, Lucina stood up. Part of Lyn, the wild lustful animal part of her, wanted to complain now that it was suddenly robbed of the feelings of Lucina's hand and mouth on her shaft. She said and did nothing, though, simply watching Lucina as the young woman stripped herself of her outfit. Lucina undressed more efficiently than Lyn had expected. Since she'd been blushing and tripping over her own words, she'd thought Lucina would have been just as awkward when it came to getting naked. Instead, she stripped out of her clothes with military precision. One by one, her garments fell away, revealing more and more of her fit and slender body. Lyn felt her excitement grow with every inch of skin Lucina revealed. Her attention was especially drawn to the small patch of blue pubic hair and the young woman's gleaming pussy. She ached to sink her cock into Lucina's wetness, but for the moment, she was content to let Lucina set the pace. Finally, Lucina was as completely naked as Lyn was, her blue clothes strewn haphazardly all over the tent. It'd be a job and a half to gather them all again once they were done, but that was a problem for later. Much later, if Lyn had anything to say about it. Lyn spread her legs in mute invitation, and Lucina accepted just as mutely, kneeling quietly between Lyn's legs. She reached out to the young nomad, but instead of grasping her cock again, as Lyn had expected, Lucina's fingertips trailed along the folds of Lyn's glistening pussy. Lyn moaned, just as happy to have her pussy pleased as her cock. She felt Lucina's fingers glide softly up and down her sensitive flesh, touching her confidently. In contrast to the gentle way she'd stroked her cock, Lucina rubbed Lyn's pussy with certainty. Probably because she had some experience with pleasuring pussies – her own, if nobody else's – and knew how to make them feel good. And now she really did. Lyn lay back, feeling the pleasure burn in her naked body. Lucina's eager exploration of her folds ignited a beautiful blaze all throughout her body. Lyn could feel herself starting to dance against Lucina's fingers, half-lustful instinct, half a semi-conscious way of guiding her hand. Lucina bent forward and kissed Lyn's cock again. But instead of just a light little kiss on the tip of her head like before, this time Lucina's lips parted and slid down Lyn's shaft, taking her cock into her mouth. Lyn groaned as she felt the warm wetness of Lucina's mouth around her member, felt her tongue wriggle against the underside of her cock. Lucina's lips slid down her hardness, and, much to Lyn's surprise, managed to make it all the way down to the base, taking the full length of Lyn's impressive cock inside her mouth and down her throat. Lucina's head rose again, and Lyn's wet cock flopped out of her warm mouth. The young woman gasped for breath, then closed her lips around Lyn's shaft again. Her head bobbed up and down along Lyn's length, though the Sacaen woman noticed Lucina wasn't trying to fit her full length into her mouth anymore. Not that she minded. The eager way Lucina's lips slid up and down her shimmering shaft was more than enough for her. Lucina licked and sucked at her with surprising enthusiasm, filling Lyn's body with lust and forcing ever-louder moans of pleasure from her lips. As Lucina worked Lyn's shaft with her mouth, the hand on her pussy stopped moving. Lyn wasn't surprised. Lucina probably just didn't have the experience to please both her pussy and her cock at the same time. She wasn't bothered by it either. Feeling Lucina's warm mouth slide up and down her rigid length was more than enough for her. Moaning, thrusting her hips at Lucina's mouth, Lyn gripped her furs hard. She could feel herself getting closer, the pleasure burning feverishly inside of her. She knew if she had her hands free, she'd grab Lucina's head and force that beautiful mouth of hers all the way down her shaft again. So she gripped the furs instead. "Lucina, I'm –" Lyn managed to grunt before another pleasured moan smothered her words. Lucina seemed to have caught her meaning anyway. She started sucking Lyn's cock with even greater enthusiasm, her tongue writhing all around the hard flesh, leaving it glistening with saliva. Lyn moaned and mewed while Lucina bobbed up and down, hungrily pleasuring her with her mouth. Lyn groaned and thrust forward with her hips, shoving her throbbing cock as deep into Lucina's mouth as she could manage when she finally came. As her orgasm surged through her naked body, she felt her dick unload her seed into Lucina's mouth, coating her tongue and sending it down her throat. Lucina sucked hard on her climaxing cock, seemingly determined to drink everything Lyn had to give her. Lyn moaned and groaned as her orgasm lasted, the purifying bliss made all the more intense by Lucina's thirsty mouth. She felt her cock twitch and spasm inside of Lucina's mouth over and over again until the young woman couldn't take it anymore. Lucina pulled her head back, letting Lyn's orgasmic cock flop out of her mouth. A messy web of saliva and semen connected her wet lips to Lyn's glistening shaft until the white strings broke one by one. Lyn's dick fell down onto her abdomen, spilling a few more globs of her seed onto her belly while her orgasm started to fade. Lyn sighed contently once the last of her orgasm passed. "I should have done this earlier." "That's what I was about to say," Lucina remarked, letting her fingertips trail in the semen that had fallen on Lyn's skin and drawing whitish circles of cum on her bare belly. "And there's one other thing I'd like to do." "Name it," Lyn said. "I want... I need you inside of me," Lucina said with an intensity that surprised Lyn. "Of course," Lyn said. "If you want. But I should warn you... I am a child of Mother Earth. If I come inside of you, you will get pregnant. "Good." "Well, if that's how you feel, by all means," Lyn said. Lucina rose up to straddle Lyn's waist, knees on either side of her body. Lyn could see the young woman's chest rising and falling as her breath deepened with anticipation and excitement. Lucina reached down, grabbed Lyn's sticky, still-hard cock, and aimed it at her glistening slit. She breathed down carefully and slowly lowered herself onto Lyn's shaft. Lyn and Lucina moaned as one when Lucina's pussy slid down Lyn's cock. Lyn felt Lucina's inner walls close around her member, hugging her hard flesh like lips or tongue never could. Lucina moaned, her naked body trembling slightly as she lowered herself further and further onto Lyn. When Lyn's full length was inside of her and Lucina's body rested on top of Lyn's, the blue-haired woman paused and drew in a few deep, shuddering breaths. Lyn was unsure if Lucina was trying to get used to feeling her large cock inside of her or was simply gathering up the energy to really get going. Maybe both. Lyn put her hands on Lucina's bare hips and caressed her soft skin soothingly. "Ready?" she asked. Lucina gave her a strange smile. "You'd be surprised." Breathing heavily, Lucina started moving, lifting her body up, the wet inner walls of her pussy sliding along Lyn's shaft as she rose. She lowered herself again pretty soon after, though not quite far enough to allow the full length of Lyn's cock inside of her again before she started rising. Before long, Lucina had worked herself into a smooth rhythm, bouncing up and down on Lyn's cock. Lyn soon found herself moaning again as Lucina's naked body worked her cock. The heat Lucina's blowjob had given her hadn't entirely died away with her orgasm, and now it flared back up in full force. Pleasure galloped through her body, becoming that much more powerful every time Lucina slammed down on her and her tight walls moved down her throbbing length. Lucina appeared to enjoy herself as much as Lyn, if not more. Eyes closed, her mouth hung open as she panted and moaned. Her hands wandered blindly all across her body as she trembled with pleasure, and her small breasts shuddered as she bounced up and down over and over again. As Lucina jerked and writhed and danced on Lyn's cock, Lyn couldn't help but wonder how in control of her own body the young woman really was. She fucked her hard, desperately slamming into Lyn's body while endless, lustful moans spilled from her lips. Her hands sometimes wandered down between her legs to toy with her pussy, sometimes up to tease her nipples, sometimes caressed her belly, but never stayed with any one part of her body for long. Lucina was gorgeous, a wild animal desperate for pleasure, and just watching her writhe and listening to her moan almost felt better to Lyn than her tight pussy sliding up and down along her thick member. Almost. "Want..." Lucina groaned. "Lyn, I need it." "Need what?" Lyn gasped, as though she didn't know. Lucina lowered herself onto Lyn's body completely, taking her full length inside of her again. "Your seed. Your babies. Lyn, I need your babies," Lucina moaned. Lyn grunted between clenched teeth. Hearing those words spoken by a young woman delirious with lust had almost been enough to make her come (and had been, once), but she managed to hang on. She felt her cock twitch urgently inside Lucina, felt the pleasure build inside her body, felt something build up just below her shaft, ready to explode into Lucina's willing womb. "Almost... There," Lyn grunted. "Now!" Lucina exclaimed, completely wild with pleasure. "I need... Now! Breed me now! Breed me! Lyn!" Lucina started fucking her harder, bouncing on Lyn's cock as fast as she could, sweating and moaning, completely overcome by her own pleasure and the primal need for Lyn to breed her. It was all too much, even for someone of Lyn's experience. As Lucina's yearning pussy kept stroking and caressing her cock with one single aim, Lyn was overcome by the pleasure raging within her. "Lucina," Lyn grunted. Lyn felt her cock throb hard inside Lucina as she came, releasing load after load of her virile seed into Lucina's fertile womb. Lyn's orgasm rushed through her entire body, but her attention was focused solely on her climaxing dick delivering still more of her impregnating cum into Lucina's pleasured body. Lucina moaned incoherently as she came on Lyn's cock. For a moment, Lyn thought the young woman was trying to say something, but her orgasmic bliss obliterated any attempt at speaking. Lucina kept fucking her, kept bouncing up and down on Lyn's throbbing shaft, but all rhythm had gone, and she seemed to move randomly while her naked body quaked with pleasure. Lyn felt Lucina's pussy squeeze hard around her cock as she came, milking her body for all the cum it could get. It was almost as if Lucina's climactic body felt it would get pregnant with more babies the more of Lyn's seed it could milk out of her cock. Finally, all the energy that had driven Lucina into such a breeding frenzy seemed to leave her together with her orgasm, and the young woman collapsed onto Lyn. She was panting hard, struggling to catch her breath, but she moved just enough to make sure Lyn's cock and her cum stayed inside of her. Lyn, her own orgasm fading, reached up with a hand that trembled only a little and started stroking Lucina's blue hair. "It's done," Lucina sighed contently. "Finally... I'm going to have your babies." "Yes," said Lyn. "I..." Lucina paused and chuckled a little. "You know, I dreamed of this? Having your children... So many times." "Really?" Lyn said in a non-committal tone of voice. "And it was never just one baby," Lucina confessed. "In my dreams, I was always pregnant with triplets or quadruplets or more. The one time you... or, well, the dream you got me pregnant with just twins, I woke up disappointed. Disappointed that I was pregnant with twins." "And what do you hope for now?" Lyn asked gently. "Doesn't matter," Lucina said. "After everything, I'm just happy to have you fill me with life. Even if it's just one life, it's... life. Does that make sense?" "It does to me," Lyn said. Lucina shifted on top of Lyn's body. Lyn's cock, finally spent, was softening, but Lucina moved to make sure it didn't leave her just yet. Lyn wondered if Lucina was actually aware she was doing it. "Lyn?" "Yes?" "Can I... stay here? For a while longer?" Lucina asked. "Of course," Lyn said. "As long as you like." "Forever?" Lucina asked. "If that's what you want," Lyn replied.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: books Chapter 1 So, the President of the United States set me up for my first date.. No, seriously.. My dad was in his cabinet.. He told me most of the cabinet appointmenressts were chosen to counter the President's inexperience.. Old guys.. He didn't have to tell me that.. At the first White House function after the inauguration, I ended up playing checkers with the Secretary of State, a man who'd been in government service since before I was born.. Dad was the only member of the cabinet with children still at home.. Or child, anyway.. My sister, Amy, was in college in Hawaii, as far from DC as you could get and still be in the US.. I was in high school.. President McKannon had taken my dad aside before a state dinner and suggested that 'the young people' might not be comfortable at an official function.. The total list of 'young people' associated with the White House staff was me.. And most of the Embassies in DC were staffed by older farts, too, to match their opposite numbers.. So most 'state functions' meant I got to stay home and surf the internet while Dad escorted one or another unattached dignitary to dinner or a show or whatever.. Then things changed, just a little bit.. The new Lilliputian ambassador to the US brought his family to DC.. Including his one and only daughter.. Evivaine was one of the immature types that the President didn’t want wandering around during official-  Sorry, one of the 'young people' that the President didn't think would enjoy formal attire and official decorum.. So we got to hang out.. Dad joked about teaching her things.. He said, "I'm told she likes learning American customs.. Maybe you can teach her the Macarena.. " "That's old," I said.. "Or whatever the modern dance craze is," he said dismissively.. "There are no modern dances, Dad," I explained.. "For the zillionth time, modern music is so fluid, anyone that dances the same way twice to the same quote "song" end of quote is called a robot.. " "Uh huh," he nodded.. "So, anyway, she'll be here Sunday morning.. Figure something out.. " ------- She turned out to be pretty cute, but dear God don't tell her I said that.. It's true, but humans are ALWAYS saying the Lilliputians are cute.. They've gotten kind of sensitive to the term.. Anyway, she's smart and quick with a joke, and even quicker to tell when I'm joking.. So we spend hours sitting at the same table, playing online games together.. We do that because online is the only place that the game board is the same scale for both of us.. We tried playing chess, once, and she pulled a leg muscle moving her bishop.. She brought over a Lilliputian board game and…  Well, I sneezed.. She told me it wasn't an antique or anything and I really hope that's true.. But everything changed the day President Dorr died.. Or, like four days after he died, when they buried him.. Dorr had been President when Lilliput and Blefuscu were rediscovered (Be careful to pronounce it RE-discovered.. The Lilliputians have always considered Gulliver's Travels to be history, not fiction).. He'd also been sitting President during two wars and the first Mars landing.. So they pulled out all the stops.. The funeral drew diplomats from 94 countries and the service, motorcade, funeral and reception were scheduled to screw up the TV channels from 9 in the morning to about 10 that evening.. And Evie brought a cousin.. --------------- With so many people in town for the interment, the logistics were mind-numbing.. The same limo brought the Secretary of the Navy (Dad was escorting her to the funeral) and the Lilliputian Ambassador to our house, then took everyone to the service.. There wasn't much time for introductions.. Evie's dad made a joke about his niece, Rieschal, being interested in our culture.. Miss Dorman made a joke about me teaching the girls to do the Hustle, we laughed obligingly, and they were off.. I moved the Carrier to the kitchen table and the girls came out.. "First off," Evie told her cousin, "Jack has never, ever, been able to pronounce my full name.. Yours will cause him to sprain his tongue.. " "Got it," Reese said.. "He can call me Reese.. " "He," I said, "is sitting right here.. " "Oh, yes, we know," Reese said.. Evie pointed down.. "The table is made of glass, we can see ALL of you.. " "Well, not ALLLLLLL of him," Reese drawled.. But we can fix that.. "  She had an evil grin, which spread to Evie's face.. "What are you talking about?" I asked.. "First off, what are you wearing?" Evie asked.. "You can see what I'm wearing.. You JUST made a big point about seeing what I'm wearing.. " "Yes," she nodded.. She gestured to indicate the two of them.. "We are wearing swimsuits under demure skirt/blouse combinations, in case they swing by between the funeral and the reception, to invite us to join them.. " "Oh.. "  I glanced down at my Cthulhu For President t-shirt and cut-offs.. "Hadn't thought about that.. " "Obviously," Reese said.. "So, anyway, we have five items of clothing on, each of us.. What do you have?" "Shirt, shorts, underwear, sandals," I said.. "Four," Evie said.. The girls kicked off their shoes, tossing them back into the carrier.. "And so do we!" Reese said.. "We could play poker!""STRIP poker," Evie corrected her.. "I, um, uh…  Well…" "Oh," Reese said, her tone concerned.. "Maybe he doesn't know how to play strip poker?" "He can't teach us this important part of American youth development?" Evie asked her, scandalized.. "It would appear-" "I KNOW how to play," I insisted.. "I just, uh, don't think the cards would be…  Well, your size…  We could lean them against a box or something…  But trying to keep the cards secret…" "Dice?" Reese suggested.. "I DO know a gambling dice game!" Evie said happily.. "DO you?" Reese asked in clearly feigned surprise.. "I do, I do!" "Are the rules simple enough to be explained or do we need to come up with cheat cards?" "Oh, very simple," Evie promised.. "What an amazing stroke of luck," I said in a dry tone.. I found some dice.. I got a regular one that came up almost to their knees.. They each got almost miniature dice from a pocket-Yahtzee game.. They had to throw their die two-handed, but they could throw them.. I also got the set of chips from the gaming cabinet.. Evie explained the rules.. "We each get twenty chips and one die.. You ante, then you roll.. If you get 1, 2, or 3, you put one chip in the pot.. If you get a 4 or 5, you take one chip.. If you get a six, you get the whole pot.. Then everyone antes again.. "If you run out of chips, you 'sell' a piece of clothing to the bank to get twenty more chips.. " It seemed simple enough.. Which was a good thing as I could hardly have concentrated on whether a flush beat a straight or four of a kind or whatever.. The only time I'd played strip poker had been in scout camp and the only girl turned out to be a card shark.. She would take a deep breath and win with a pair of twos.. This game looked a lot more likely to lead to more evenly distributed nudity.. But it was slow.. Very little changed from round to round.. A chip in, a chip out.. Mostly we just moved the 60 starting chips around and around.. Evie could never roll a 6, not to save her life.. But she rolled enough 4s and 5s to stay in the game.. Reese rolled several sixes, but usually after I rolled a six, so the entire pot was just the ante.. They suspected cheating so I got some different dice.. No one's luck changed.. "How about," Reese said after a while, "1-2 costs a coin, 3-4 costs two coins, 5 gets you one coin out of the pot and 6 gets you two coins?" "Then no one gets the pot?" Evie asked.. "Well, if you want to still be dressed when they come back…" Reese threatened.. We agreed and went on playing.. This went a little faster.. Too fast.. I lost everything and had to buy back into the game with my sandals.. The table we were playing on was glass and the two girls looked way, way down at my bare feet and talked about the size of my toes.. "I want a new rule," I said.. They blinked.. "I want a magnifying glass.. " "Uh-uh," Reese said.. "Why?" Evie asked.. "So he can stare at us when we're exposed," Reese said.. "It's only fair," I said.. They looked doubtful.. "Well, the whole point of the game is to see the other person naked.. I can barely see if you're smiling or frowning.. "But as you just demonstrated, you can see ME plenty well.. " "He has a point," Evie said.. "I don't want to sit here being ogled while we're trying to play," Reese protested.. "How about…"  I thought for a second.. "Well, what if I can only use the magnifying glass WHILE you undress? Not after?  AND I promise not to touch anyone?" "Ever?" Reese asked.. "Well, I won't try to touch body parts normally covered by modest clothing," I swore.. Evie thought that was acceptable.. Reese wanted more.. "But what do we get?" "You ALREADY have a full view!" I said.. "This is thumbnail vs.. big screen TV, here!" "But still, it'll be more embarrassing for us," Reese said, "standing there while you watch.. " "Okay…"  I thought while I went and got the magnifying glass from Dad's stamp collecting table.. That put me near Amy's 'fiber crafts' cabinet.. I found two tools from one of the drawers and took them back to the table.. "Here's my offer.. I get a close up view of you when you undress.. If you two get me down to my skivvies, YOU can pull my boxers down.. "  I held up two crochet hooks.. Each was about six inches long, with the hook at the end.. They'd probably handle like pole-arms in Lilliputian hands.. Reese looked thoughtful.. Evie looked curious.. Evie then suggested turning on the TV.. Each channel was showing the service.. We'd know to clean up our act when the coffin was lowered and they moved towards the reception.. We upped the stakes a bit more, too.. A 1-5 cost you that many chips, a 6 earned you one chip.. No one got the pot, still.. It just grew.. Reese had to buy back into the game next.. She walked over to stand next to me.. I placed the big glass circle sideways on the table because my hand was shaking, and watched.. She faced me, staring into my eyes as she reached up to undo her buttons.. I think that was supposed to keep my eyes locked on her gaze.. Didn't work.. Her blouse slid down her shoulders so slowly.. I guess gravity isn't quite the overwhelming influence if your dress weighs as much as a Kleenex.. She revealed her shoulders, her arms, then let everything drop.. She had a brightly colored swimsuit on underneath.. It was a one-piece.. I gave a little hiccup when I realized that eventually, she'd be showing top and bottom at the same time.. Then I counted on my fingers…  "One, two, three…"  While still standing before the glass, she lifted her skirt up enough to show her thighs.. She had nylon hose on her legs.. I glanced over at Evie.. She shook her head.. "I have a 2-piece suit on.. " Then Evie suggested that we all roll at once.. Since no one was winning the pot, it didn't matter if we went in an order or not.. So we moved even faster.. I lost my shirt next.. As I stated the intention to buy chips, they ran to the edge of the table to watch.. They cheered each muscle that was revealed and complimented the condition my swimming had put me in.. I think if we'd been outside, my blushing would have been visible from orbit.. We went on rolling.. Reese lost her skirt, glaring at Evie as she slid it off.. She turned her back so I could view her ass in the skin-tight swimsuit.. "Heart shaped," I whispered.. Not that it was possible for them to miss anything the lumbering giant said near them…  Evie giggled, Reese blushed.. If there'd been any way to cheat, we'd have ganged up on Evie right about then.. But we just kept on rolling.. Evie's stack would get smaller and smaller, then she'd roll several sixes in a row.. Then suddenly her luck changed.. She rolled straight fives.. Blam-blam-blam, and she was down her blouse.. She wouldn't walk over to the magnifying lens and I ended up holding it over her head, looking down at her.. Looking down her blouse, as it happened.. All the times I'd been near or over her, I'd never really peeked, not as if she was an attractive woman with cleavage.. Now I'm sure my breathing changed with every button she opened.. Evie was a little better… endowed than Reese.. And she was wearing a bikini.. Trouble was, it was a skin-tone colored cloth she was wearing, hard to tell where the garment ended and Evie began.. "Pull the light down!" Reese shouted.. The lamp on the table was articulated, so I pulled the shining head down by Reese.. That put some interesting and revealing shadows across Evie's cleavage.. When she realized what her cousin had done, she shrieked and crossed her arms.. "Now, now," Reese said.. "Finish taking it off.. "  Evie shook the sleeves off one wrist at a time.. I put the glass back down and picked up my die.. "Onwards.. " Reese lost her stockings soon after that.. She smiled and stepped closer.. Then dropped to her knees.. "What are you doing?" Evie and I asked in chorus.. Reese stretched the upper hem of one sock out from her thigh.. "Hold this?" she asked me.. I pinched the offered part and held it in place while she stood up and out of it.. Then I pinched the other.. I don't remember much except for feeling the tugging, and her leg brushing one fingertip.. I forgot to even pick up the magnifying glass.. I rubbed the stockings between my fingers when she was done, staring down into her twinkling eyes.. Evie rolled HER eyes.. "Are we stopping?" "No," I said quickly and rolled.. I lost my cutoffs a few rounds after that.. Slid them quickly off and sat down again.. The girls actually got down on their knees to peer at my boxers.. "Nice material," Evie said.. "Really?" Reese asked.. "Looks kind of rough to me.. " "Oh, I wouldn't wear it," Evie replied.. "But it looks durable.. " "Oh, for, say, camping?" "Exactly.. Looks like good tent material.. " "Yes.. I can see making a tent there.. " "Right about…there?" "There's a good spot!" "Are you guys ready?" I asked.. They didn't look away from my lap.. "Ready?" I repeated.. "Uh huh," Reese said absently.. "Oh, yeah," Evie muttered.. "Roll!" I snapped.. They hopped to their feet and lifted their dice.. Evie lost her shirt.. The bottoms matched the tops, so Reese insisted that she turn completely around, so the light could clearly define the cleft of her round, firm buttocks.. The room was very tense, then.. The next person to lose their stack would reveal actual nudity.. I rolled my die so hard that it hit Evie's and knocked it off the table.. "FOUL!" Evie shouted at the same time that Reese screamed, "Play it as it lies!" "It's shag carpeting," I said.. "Do we really want to spend the time looking for it, or grab another die/"They glanced at the TV, where the casket was being rolled into the hearse for the drive to the cemetery.. "Let's just keep going," Evie said.. Reese nodded reluctantly.. Evie still ended up losing her top next.. She turned her back to take it off, then turned, hands covering each breast.. Just as Reese opened her mouth to snap something out, I softly said, "I never realized just how beautiful you are, Evie.. " She smiled and lowered her hands.. Slowly, but she did lower them.. Her nipples were dark, plenty of definition against her skin, no need for any additional lighting.. I sighed.. Evie sighed.. Reese rolled her die.. Karma punished her for breaking the mood, though.. She lost everything.. "Gonna get his help again?" Evie asked.. "Shut up," Reese said.. She pulled the shoulder straps down, then covered her breasts while she pushed the suit down the rest of the way.. I caught a hint of nipple, a flash of bush.. Then she faced me and lifted her hands for the reveal.. "You are beautiful, too," I said with sincerity.. Her nipples were not as big around on the breasts, but they did stick out farther.. And her shrubbery was trimmed.. It was diamond shaped.. I was looking to see if it was supposed to indicate something, to see if there were significant details when she stepped back from the lens.. "WHILE undressing, Jack," she repeated.. "I'm done.. " "I was just…"  I shrugged.. "Sorry.. Won't happen again.. " "That's right," Evie said.. "She's bought her last stack of chips!  When these are gone, she's out of the game!" "They may last longer than yours!" Reese fired back.. "Ha!" Evie said, throwing her die.. Which landed showing a 5… She was busted two rolls after that.. She glanced at her cousin, then faced me and stretched one hip of her thong out to the side.. "Help me?" she asked.. I swallowed three times before I could say, 'Yeah, okay.. " She crouched down and I pinched the panties, then she stood up.. I remembered the magnifier this time.. I tried not to let my fingers move, she had to twist and lean and take half steps forward and back, but she finally stepped out of her bottoms.. She was clean-shaven.. Her hands fluttered at her sides as she stood for my viewing.. "I, uh, heard that it's an American custom?" she asked.. "One of, um, many," I said.. "Or so I, you know, hear.. "  She looked very smooth.. I really wanted to touch, but that was against the rules.. I'd promised.. They each rolled fours on the next round.. Reese suggested that she and Evie pool their chips and play as a single team.. "You can't do that!" I protested.. "How would you know?" Evie asked.. "It IS a Lilliputian game," Reese pointed out.. "And the Lilliputians are losing!" I pointed back.. "Well, if you're AFRAID," Evie said.. "Nicely manipulated," I said.. "Okay, fine, two against one.. Bring it.. " They brought it.. And they were unanimously successful.. I stood and handed them the hooks.. They approached, eyeing the bulge in my underwear.. "CAN we tug it down over that?" Evie asked.. "One way or another," Reese promised.. I pinched the elastic at my waist and pulled it forwards, just a bit.. It put a little more slack in the front.. Then I stood there, shivering.. Not from cold, but from anticipation.. And the tickling touch of the crochet hooks on my skin.. They tugged, counting out a shanty-sounding rhythm.. They exposed some skin.. Some hair.. The base of my cock… They walked backwards to pull the elastic out and away, then finally dropped everything.. I stood there, pointed out across the table, as they stepped close.. "Impressive," Reese said.. "Quite," Evie agreed.. They got closer, one on each side.. Close enough to touch.. I could imagine them reaching out, stroking the sides, the helmet, the tip… Dad came home.. "I SWEAR TO GOD NOTHING HAPPENED!" I screamed.. I pulled up my boxers and turned around.. But we were alone… "Answer the phone, Jack!" Evie shouted.. "And TRY not to sound so guilty!" Reese added.. "Ah," I said.. The phone rang again.. My mind had gone all guilty at the sound and imagined my worst possible…  It rang yet another time.. "JACK!" they shouted.. I answered.. "Hello!" "Hey, sport," my dad said.. "We're just getting to Arlington.. We're going to send this limo to take you three to the reception, we'll catch a ride in another car.. " "Oh.. " "Is that okay?" "Great," I said.. I looked at the table.. The girls nodded in agreement.. Lilliputian hearing's sensitive enough that they'd heard Dad clearly.. "Is… Everything okay?" Dad asked.. "Evie's kicking my ass at High Orbit," I said.. "Again.. " "As usual," he laughed and closed the call.. I lowered the phone to the table.. "Okay, I guess we have a few minutes to get presentable, then…" "Ahem," Reese said, beckoning me back to where I'd been standing.. "Unless the mood is irretrievably broken," Evie asked.. I stared at their naked bodies.. They took deep breaths.. I…recovered.. My erection was firm when I stepped back and bared myself.. "Can we…touch it?" Evie asked.. "Two beautiful naked women want to touch me?" I asked.. "Let me think about that for a second.. " "Yeah, get back to us on that," Reese said.. She started running her hand along the top of my cock.. Evie stepped to the tip and cupped her hands around the sides.. "You might not want to stand there," Reese said.. "Why not?" Evie asked absently.. She squeezed and pet me.. "Because the human has stopped breathing.. " "Oh?" She looked up.. I JUST managed to turn, so I didn't spurt all over the face of my best friend.. They marveled at the amount of come I shot out, and how far it flew across the table.. "And now…  I panted, holding the edge of the table with both hands.. "We have to get dressed AND clean that up.. " "Oh," they said.. They ran for their clothes.. I grabbed my t-shirt.. I was going to have to change, anyway, and didn't want to search for a towel… Just before the limo arrived, we were ready.. Evie stood in the carrier door and called me.. I leaned down.. "Maybe we'd better not spend time together at the reception," she said.. "We always spend time together!" I said.. "It'll look suspicious if we don't!" "Yeah, but it'll look more suspicious if every time I look at you, I see your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue hanging out.. " "And laugh," Reese said.. "Yeah, and laugh," Evie agreed with a warm smile.. "It'll just be safer this way.. " I had to agree.. We'd already seen how smoothly _I_ handled guilt….

This is a fanfic story. Genre: originals Chapter 1 "I always knew you would betray me," Tomas moaned from the table. "No, you didn't," Felicity murmured from the control panel. "You're right," the Mad Scientist admitted, rattling his chains. "Not like Wexler. He had twins. Knew from the day of their birth that one would be good and one would be evil." "I think," his daughter argued, "that stemmed in part from his naming of them: Johann and Dolph." "Naming?" Tomas asked, one incredibly hairy eyebrow raised. "Why would that make one evil?" Felicity turned her beautiful face towards her brutish father across the lab. "He named Dolph after Hitler." "Bah," Doctor Steinfeder barked, "that was an in-family joke." "He put it on the birth certificate: 'Dolph (named after Der Fuehrer) Hitler Wexler.' I swear, Father, it was no surprise to anyone when Wexler was axed in his sleep." She turned back to the settings she was calculating. The long silence from her father drew her attention. He gazed at her ironically. "Ah, well, the timing was a surprise," she admitted. "No one expected Dolph to be able to lift that axe until he was at least four." "See? The evil one," he cackled in triumph. Then his voice turned nostalgic again. "Then there were the Von Browns. A brother and sister, a year apart. Ol' Victor knew where he stood with those two: a bumbling usurper and an underestimated brainy beauty who is the actual intellectual heir." "Actually," she interrupted, making careful notations on a clipboard, "Lonny's both the brains and the brawn of that team. Everyone's fooled because everyone just looks at Eva's big boobs." "Not just looks," he said, licking his lips at the memory. Glancing over to see if his offspring was shocked, he was alarmed to see the same look of wistful memory on her face. "Felicity! What have you done?" "Nothing you haven't, you old goat," she replied. "Shameful hussy!" he shouted, giving his chains another good shake. He twisted as far as he could to look at his wrist. "You'd think, with all that loose rattling, I'd get some decent freedom of movement here." "The chains are cosmetic," she said. She rose to cross over to his side, tapping at a small metal plate in his forearm. "Lagging bolts through your wrists are what's actually holding you down." Tears welled in his eyes at her explanation. "Papa? What ever is wrong?" He nodded towards his wrist. "So... so the explosive bolts in the cufflinks... they weren't a mistake?" "Oh, Papa, you old fool. You mean to tell me that ever since unwrapping your Father's Day gift, you've thought that I could be that careless with ordnance?" She bent to kiss his cheek, deftly swerving her left breast away from his grasping hand. "You've taught me much too well for that." "I know, dear, I know that now," he assured her, pride swelling in his voice. "Well, technically, you've taught me little, except by being a bad example. I learned most everything I know about explosives from Mom." And after dropping that little bombshell, she turned her back and stepped to the power distribution panel. It was time to begin the experiment. "Your... your mother's dead," he finally croaked. "No, Mama faked her death, and has been the chief cook in the dining facility of a very prestigious all-girls boarding school on the East Coast." She turned, aimed a thoughtful expression at her father, and tapped her lips with a finger. "You know, I think it was the same boarding school you sent me to!" "DAMMIT!" he shouted. "That woman will be the death of me, yet!" "Not your biggest problem, Papa," Felicity reminded him. "Oh, right. What ARE we doing, tonight, dear?" "We're on the verge of dominating the world, Father-mine." "Ah. And by we, you mean...?" "Me, of course, but I couldn't do it without you," she assured him. Then she turned back to the panel, looking from clipboard to dials and back again. After a long silence in the lab, he raised his head to look at the bubbling colored fluids in the beakers and tubes on the far wall. The third beaker was just turning from purple to an off-green, and the test-tubes were all an even shade of puce. It was about 20 minutes to midnight. "Um," he began, quietly, "are you going to make your speech? There can't be much time left." "Doesn't work as well without the accent," she explained. "And no one would believe I could graduate from a very prestigious all-girls boarding school on the East Coast without having any hint of a foreign accent drummed out of me." Satisfied with the equipment, she moved back to the table. A remote control on a cable depended from the ceiling. Felicity actuated it, and a large ventilated hood lowered towards her father's groin. "If you must know, though, I have found the secret to your genetic legacy." "My what?" he asked, trying to sound innocent. The hood continued to lower. "Your DNA is rather interesting, Papa. All homogenous, all dominant." "Really? Wexler may have mentioned that once..." "And you know what?" She continued talking without waiting for an answer. "So is mine. With the exception of gender, my DNA is a perfect match to your own." "Yes, your mother was quite the whiz with an electron microscope and a micro-tome blender." "Which means," she continued without pause, "that if you were to reproduce with me, you'd be effectively cloning yourself." "Ah." "And since I don't particularly feel like being a brood mare to your ambitions," she said, opening his fly while she spoke, "I decided to slightly alter the intended use of the material available." To his sensual pleasure and moral outrage, she reached into his pants and withdrew his cock with her warm, bare hands. Already turgid from the restraint and role reversal, it sprang to life at her careful, soft ministrations. He groaned as she played with it, stroking and squeezing him to blue-steel hardness. With an ironic smile, she leaned over to lick the first drop of pre-cum from the tip. "Mmmm," she hummed, working the small taste of fluid around her mouth like a sommelier evaluating a new wine. The very sight aroused Tomas even more, to his bliss and dismay. She reached towards him once more, and he lifted himself to her touch. But instead of grasping him, she snapped the hood over his cock and balls. A hiss from within announced the inflation of silken cushions that swelled to grasp his member. Small fluctuations in pressure worked his cock like a hundred tiny, talented fingers. Felicity turned away once more, to move to the other table. She knew her father was far more interested, right now, in what was happening in his lap than in what was going to happen with the experiment. That made it the perfect moment to describe her evil plan. "The quantum broadcaster the Von Browns were to use for spreading their monster-mushrooms across France has been installed in the North Tower of the castle." She undressed quickly, managing to doff dress, bra, and panties without having to remove her high-heeled shoes or her white lab coat. The benefits of a prestigious education were always apparent. "It's been connected to your own DNAllocator system, moved up to the lab from the drains beneath the monster kennels." Climbing up on the table, she positioned her limbs in the appropriate (and unrestraining) grooves. Then she took up the remote for this table. "And the AEGIS targeting system from that destroyer in the reflecting pool has been welded to the Valley's telephone directory." The dark shape from the ceiling dropped quickly towards her own sexual equipment. Across the room, Tomas had started to moan, and to twitch involuntarily. The twitching, more than the deep throaty sounds, moistened her cleft. But it was the anticipation of world domination that truly made her juices flow. The double-dick device lowered to and penetrated her. She never hesitated in her description, but her voice did rise in pitch for a few seconds. "The collection of your masculine contribution to the perpetuation of the species, to wit: me, is somewhat tedious, but at least we're spared the surrogate sexual partner you and Mom employed in my creation." He screamed, but she was unsure if it was sensual in nature or sparked by the outrage of her revelation of knowledge of his early works. She shrugged and continued. "It will be identified, the male DNA filtered out, and the healthiest female-DNA-bearing sperm will be shunted to my, if you will excuse a descent into the vernacular, cunt." The upper dick-shaped tube began to pulse, forcing that shunted fluid through her opening, into her womb. The pulses were an unanticipated side effect of the delivery system. She hadn't designed them, so was quite surprised by the pleasure she got from the rhythmic movements. Her pitch rose ever so slightly, again. "AND THEN... and then, ahem, they will find a rich and quite literally fertile field. I've been taking quadruple doses of an experimental fertility drug, and it's been flushing the eggs from my ovaries into my uterus. "When those are all fertilized, the system will collect them for eventual distribution." Papa screamed and tore at his restraints. The sound of the collection device dropped to a low bass, a sign that the very dregs were being removed from his testicles. The pulses continued. The two systems, collection and delivery, while fully tested, had never operated together. So Felicity had, again, never anticipated the effect the stopping of one would have on the other. The device on her father's table shut down automatically, and the power applied to it surged through the cojoined system on her own. The pulse nearly tore her open, or at least that's how it felt. Her labia were spread as if someone had fisted her. Never since seducing Lonny had she been so well-filled, nor come so hard. Her cunt lips clamped shut on the tubes so tightly that they closed. The backpressure released a moment later, in a pulse nearly as large as the previous one. She wound her legs together and writhed in place, gasping in the pleasure of her orgasm. With the last of the collected material delivered, the machine switched operations. There was a short delay, to give the delivered sperm a moment to connect, then the second dick began sucking up the eggs. The pulses were smaller, but moving in the opposite direction. In the afterglow of coming, it was sufficient to provide an aftershock, a small tremor of an orgasm that merely caused her to purse her ruby-red lips and whisper: 'Oh.' She was almost disgusted with herself. There wasn't supposed to be physical pleasure, this was purely dominatory in nature. If she'd thought of pleasure, she'd have damned well made the tubes bigger. But then, that pulse would have popped her pelvis, so it was working out for the better, she decided. Then it was over. The tubes withdrew. The last, limp plop of rubber exiting her cunny reminded her that the experiment was only half-done. Slowly, languidly, she rolled off the table and stood on shaky legs. She didn't have to glance towards her father to know that he was fast asleep. He never could fake the sounds of his snoring, not after she'd surgically inserted a nasal whistle keyed to his alpha waves. So Tomas was even more annoying in sleep than awake, but she knew she was effectively alone. "The distribution," she continued, as if uninterrupted. And, as if listened to, for that matter, "will be to place those fertilized eggs, those potential copies of me, in every fertile uterus in a hundred-mile radius. By September, a few thousand Me will be squalling in nurseries across the Valley." The controls to the quantum broadcaster were behind the power panels. The containment indicated 89% of full capacity, a pleasant surprise since she'd estimated no better than 75% on paper. The directory was bending pages like Congress in a Viagra frenzy. Potential targets were highlighted a pretty understated pink. "For girls," she whispered. Checking the beakers, she saw that it was the bubbling neon blue of Midnight. Then, with a last look around the lab for any heroes, heroines, or incompetent assistants, she threw. The. Switch. The broadcaster broadcast. On the other side of the room, the map of the territory lit up with target indicators. Better than 95% of them were the green of a well-placed placement, and the LEDs looked like a mosaic of GO stoplights. (The 5% of failures were colored 'burned out' so as not to distract from the glory of success. Felicity was manic-depressive, and she knew it, so she avoided depression-sparking results whenever possible.) With a gleeful smile, she strode to Papa's recumbent form and withdrew the hood. The long, limp cock oozed free and fell to his leg. She gathered it up lovingly and gazed at her father's exhausted expression. Tears welled up in her eyes, despite the large, glowing smile. "I always wanted a little sister," she said, tying his cock into a knot and tugging it tight. "One day I'll have a whole nation of them."

This is a fanfic story. Genre: originals Chapter 1 "There's something odd about this guidance system," a visitor said. "Mmm?" the Professor's aide asked from his desk. He turned to pay full attention to the visitor, but his hands continued typing on the keyboard without pause. The Applicant gestured at the partially-disassembled inertial measurement unit on the display stand. "The gimbals... I understand three of them, to guide the missile through alterations of roll, pitch, and azimuth, and I suspect the fourth one allows the platform to gain a capacity for orbit, but what does the fifth gimbal provide?" "I believe," the aide supplied, "it anticipates a need to control travel through dimensions during flight." "Yes, yes," the engineer misunderstood. "The x, y, and z axes, describing all movement in the dimensions of travel... That's the inner three." "Not quite, sir," the aide corrected. "Extra-dimensional travel, such as to alternate Earths, microscopic universes, the physical dimensions of Heaven, Hell, and Jazz... The p, q, and r-prime axes, as it were." "The Professor can travel through dimensions?" the student whispered. "I believe I said 'anticipates,'" the aide said with a sniff, returning to his work. In the distance, a bell tolled. As the young man turned towards the sound, he perceived a shadow in the distance. Down the length of the hall, an interesting shape approached. When distance and lighting were sufficient to allow full perception, though, he recoiled in shock. The approaching figure was and wasn't a man. A huge mass swelled from his side, stretching from groin to shoulder. A great, slithering tentacle from the mass bifurcated into smaller ones to replace his right leg and arm. Those split in a mockery of the human form of the left, to reproduce fingers and toes, but in ever-doubling numbers as each tentacle split in two where a human joint or knuckle would be. The skin of the inhuman addition was dry and warty, like a toad's, colored a pale yellow like under-ripe corn, and constantly in motion. The shuffling, asymmetric figure came to the carpet and stopped before the young man. "My god in heaven above with all his angels and saints in attendance!" the Applicant cried, "What happened to you, sir?" "An old dueling scar," the Professor replied, rubbing a tentacle or four across a very faint line on his temple. "Your father gave it to me, as a matter of fact. Did he never tell you about our days at University?" "Uh..." "This is not," the aide pointed out, coming to his master's aid and, by sheer coincidence, the assistance of the young man from the scholarship fund, "the young man from the Alumni Association, Doph Wexler, Professor. This is Henry Jess, the young man from the Engineering Scholarship Foundation you founded forty years ago this very day in memory of your single greatest achievement in the Arts." "Ah... Of course," he said, wiping his eyeglasses with his right... hand? A strange, lightly glowing secretion slimed across the lens. Though the visitor could not look away from the residue, it appeared that the Professor ignored it completely. "You're here about the contest." "Yes, sir, exactly," the younger one agreed, eager for a familiar subject. "Yes, we were wondering about your... your Concurrency Synthesizer?" "Yes, yes... My greatest achievement." He raised the tentacle to drape over the other man's arm. The youth flinched away and skipped to the more human-shaped side of the Professor. Without missing a beat, the man swept the visitor into his bony grasp and headed down the hallway. "You see, I noticed that inventions came in waves... Committees, professors, celebrity scientists, researchers working in isolation, even in downright hermitage, come up with parallel or even identical discoveries to those made by hateful bastards they weren't even on speaking terms with." Henry gazed at the decorations passing by as they walked. Portrait after portrait of scowling, misshapen men in pressed but stained lab coats looked down upon them. "Many people suggest that the state of the industry is the same for everyone, so anyone on the cutting edge is in the same place... But that's high-quality poppycock. I have isolated the radiant energies that form coincidences. I made serendipity a brand name. Oh, how they laughed at me, those smug bastards in their ivy-covered trousers." Henry Jess, an employee of those smug bastards, refrained from correcting his host's cliché. He did have a question, though. "It's just, about the nature of the contest, sir... You have challenged well over ten thousand engineering students, not to create anything new, nor to improve your work, but to re-create, with exacting precision, the very machine you yourself invented." "Yep," was the sole reply. "Well, normally, a scholarship contest for engineers looks for new things... And we're also concerned in that there seems to be no method for grading their product." At the end of the hall, a stout steel door in a new metal frame opened to the Professor's touch. The hinges were smooth in action, but the sense of a great mass in motion assailed Henry's senses. "What is down here, sir?" "The grading system," the Professor chortled. Steps led downwards into the darkness, and the older man led his guest down there, too. At the bottom of the winding stairwell, a single gaslight illuminated a strange laboratory. On one side was a gigantic Concurrency Synthesizer, the output sphere welded to wires leading to the paddles of a stationary bicycle. On the other side was a pentagram. Formed of apparently molten metal, it dominated the floor space between the Synthesizer and the far wall. And a woman dominated the pentagram. Well, it may have been a woman. The fact that she stood about 15 feet tall gave the engineer pause. The woman, if such a term applied, gazed down at the Professor and his visitor with completely black eyes. Green horns twisted up from long, lustrous hair the color of raw oysters. His gaze lowered from her eyes to her naked body. Her skin was slightly orange in tint, and gravelly in texture. The most amazing thing to him, though, was to see that her hairless crotch sported three pussies. "Come into the pentagram and say that," she said, with a voice that reminded him of lost souls trapped in an ephemeral laundromat crying hopelessly for quarters. He shook his head to clear the image, a childhood nightmare, and looked up to the demon's face. "I, uh, I didn't say anything." "I know," she replied. A languid hand drifted to her crotch, fingers dipping in each cunt. She raised them to her mouth and licked each with powerful sucking sounds. "I know," she repeated, "I like silence in a man. Come... Here..." "Go to her," the Professor ordered. He had stumped over to the Synthesizer and began to throw switches on it. "It's necessary." "Necessary?" Henry asked. "Necessary for what? And what is she? She looks demonic!" "Of course she does," was the answer. "She's a demon. Weeesa there is part of the spell we're casting tonight." "A spell!" Henry was astounded. "There's no such thing as magic!" Behind him, Weeesa cleared her throat and gestured to herself. "A genetic atavism, some unethical plastic surgery, an ambitious cosmetic lens customizer," he said, dismissing the evidence of a demon, albeit an inhumanly tall one. "No ethical scientist would even begin to look towards something as shoddy as the supernatural!" "More fool they!" the half-human scientist retorted. "Just because cause and effect in magic are non-linear, and largely unpredictable, they effectively halve the power available to them!" He bent to adjust the potentiometer on a power supply. "The fools!" he repeated, as the sentiment seemed appropriate. While Henry tried to form a response, large orangey fingers wrapped around his throat and lifted him into the air. Dangling in the giant grip, he kicked and heaved but remained trapped within the power of the ostensibly supernatural woman. She tossed him to the floor at the center of the pentagram, pinning him in place with a talon-tipped foot. "How did you get out of the pentagram?!" he shouted. "It's not that kind of pentagram," she said, licking her fingers again. "No, it's a casting tool," her Master said. He assumed an oratory stance. "Tonight, on universities across the nation, engineering students of outstanding ability will be tinkering with their Concurrency Synthesizers, little knowing that part of the construction is effectively an antenna." As he spoke, Keeesa swept her foot back and forth, flensing Henry's clothes off, strip by strip. "My unit, however, is a broadcaster... While the Concurrency Synthesizer tends to promote coincidence in its vicinity, my Concurrency Synthesizer forces coincidence!" His timely mad cackle was interrupted by a strange fluid noise. He hacked and spat onto his, for lack of a better word, right hand. The various terminal tentacles worked it into his skin as an emollient. "What happens here will happen around any sufficiently well-replicated Synthesizer, wherever it may be." "So, what will happen here?" the young man asked, down to his Boston-purchased skivvies, the last shred of decency on his body. Or so he thought. Keeesa was into legs, and nothing hindered her enjoyment of his nerdish manly goodness. She licked her lips in appreciation, then bent to lick her other lips in a blatant attempt to show off. Henry stared and stared. And stared. "Limber..." he whispered, shocked, awed, and not a little turned on. "TRIPLE limber..." "What will happen?" the Professor asked, drawing attention back to himself. "SEX! Sex magic is the most powerful magic on the planet. It is the source of life, joy, depression, high esteem, low esteem, the entire gamut of human existence stems from sex or from the attempt to acquire sex. Tonight, Keeesa..." "Keeesa!" she corrected him. "Sorry! Tonight, Keeesa," he said, with proper inflection. She nodded appreciation. "She will be sexing you, near my Concurrency Synthesizer. It will bring about corresponding sex near every functioning Concurrency Synthesizer out there. The spell of the pentagram you're within will draw the energy potential of that sex and restore it to me!" "What will you do with it?" Henry asked. Eventually, anyway, after Keeesa gouged a talon in his leg. "HAHAHAHAH! What WON'T I do with it!" And with that, they started. The demon dipped her fingernails and snatched away the last wisp of cloth. He was hard, and she smiled. He watched up as she stepped to straddle him, waiting for her to crouch down and impale herself on his throbbing member. To his surprise, she grabbed his ankles and lifted him up, upside down, to dangle him before her legs. He stared up, amazed, as she pressed his body to hers and drove his cock into her central pussy lips. His head bounced off of her knees as she thrust him in and out. The sensation was pleasurable, he decided. The demon's insides were wonderfully warm, smooth as pudding, and her vaginal walls almost prehensile. The grip was incredibly strong, and she adjusted herself to his cock on every stroke. The stone-wall skin of her legs was actually soft to the touch, and cushioned the impact. He actually felt a thrill from the soft skin sheathing the firm muscles underneath. If the blood wasn't rushing to his head, he'd really be liking this. "Yes, Yes, Yes," the Professor shouted. "More sex!" Henry came, bucking and heaving into the giant woman. He wrapped his arms around her legs and kissed at her knees. She lowered him a little bit, letting his softening cock out of her. "AGAIN!" the Prof shouted. "Again?" Henry asked. "Again," Keeesa ordered. "I, uh, I don't think I can..." the engineer apologized. "Do you know why you're upside down?" the demon asked. Without waiting for an answer, she then asked, "Ever heard of sympathetic nerves?" "What? Um, uh, yeah, it's how acupuncture works... Poking a nerve cluster here affects organs there YEAOOOOW!!!" Keeesa drove a huge fingernail into a secret special spot at the base of Henry's heel. His heart skipped a beat, his mouth went dry... and his dick hardened. "Wow, a reset button," he muttered, trying to commit the spot to memory, maybe to design a shoe accessory to activate it. Well, actually, with a mouth like sun-bleached cotton, he muttered: "Wahw, a weeset bh-hun." But the thought was there. An odder thought, though, was wondering when someone would be wearing shoes when they were in need of a successive erection. In the meantime, the demon aimed him at her leftmost pussy. This one was less ready, and she had to force him within. Inside, he discovered that all demon pussies were not the same. Rather than the warm, comfortable welcome of their first joining, the new one was dry. And cold. Very cold. He recoiled in pain, shrieking, pushing at her legs with his hands. "None of that," she ordered. A hand behind his head forced it between her knees, where she captured it and held him tight. Then she grabbed his cock and put it back. His cries of pain and terror drowned out the mad cackling of the man across the lab. But still, plumbing is plumbing, and eventually, the fretting of his manhood across her demony woman parts brought him to his moment. He shrieked one last time, and she released his head, lifting him up until they were face to face. A forked tongue shot out to lap the sweat off of his purpling forehead. "AGAIN!" the Prof shouted. "Again..." Henry moaned. "Again," Keeesa agreed, cheerfully. A stab at the other heel produced the same results, and she readied to slip herself the high hard one on the right side. Cringing from anticipation, Henry fought as long and as hard as he could to stay out of that starboard slip. But it was to little avail in the face of the inexorable libido of the monstrous woman. Pillowed by her knees once more, she grabbed his buttocks and slammed him home. There was the brief rub of the dry, rubbery lips, and then he felt... Nothing. Nothing at all. She pumped away with him, as an unwieldy dildo less than half her own size, with minimal accessories and nothing much in the way of artificial stimulation. But his manly member might well have dropped off, for all he felt. The brief passing of the edges of the lips was all there was. And the giant woman seemed detached, as if she felt nothing, either. Then, after an improbably long time, she stopped. Carefully and slowly, she reversed him, kissed his forehead, and lowered him to the floor. Standing on unsteady legs, with sensitive feet, he looked up at her calm demeanor. "I'm sorry about the last one," he offered. "What do you mean?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face. "Well, nothing happened." "Oh, that," she said, as dawning realization broke across her features. "There's just a time gap in my right pussy." "I don't under—" Henry was interrupted by a curious sensation. The entire sensory experience of the last bout of lovemaking flushed upon him. It was like a nervous system recording of the act of love, played back at incredibly high speed. "Eeeek!" he screeched, falling to the floor with hands grasping his twitching cock. Hot or cold, slick or dry, he knew not what the cock had felt inside her, just the friction of impossibly fast lovemaking, like sandpaper flensing his skin. "OOooooOOOooh!" Keeesa shouted, a full octave above her normal voice (normal for a curious echo of damned soul laments, that is). Her sensory recording played equally fast, it seemed. Then she collapsed to the floor, curling her great mass around Henry's weaker form, cushioning his head on a breast and licking at his face with her forked tongue. "YES!" the Professor shouted. "By my calculations, the sexual energies of the participants should be enough to allow me to reach near godhood!" He danced before his invention, diverting diodes and realigning relays. Then he threw the return switch, grabbed the titanium anode and cathode, and… Nothing happened. He shouted with the force of a genius forced to deal with the incompetence of others and the outright perversity of the universe: "FUCK!" "Again?" Keeesa asked. "No, no, no. Something has gone wrong!" He kicked at the machine. "Somehow, the sex didn't happen, or the sexual energy wasn't collected." "Professor," the young man from the Engineering Scholarship Foundation asked, "I've been wondering how you made sure that every engineering student was near their Concurrency Synthesizer tonight, with a sexual partner at hand?" Question asked, he sank back down into the wonderful pillow of the demonic boob. "That's beneath consideration," the Professor said dismissively. "The entire function of the Concurrency Synthesizer is to make things happen at the same time." "But…" Keeesa asked, beginning to divine the mortal's point. "Don't they have to be turned on first, to make things happen at the same time? How did you make sure they were all turned on at the same time, to make what you wanted to happen at the same time happen at the same time?" She stared across the room at her trembling Master, wondering if he understood the question she asked, and if it was, indeed, a question beneath consideration. He stared back at her, tentacles twisting in short, terse arcs. "Oh, fuck," he said, with nothing like the genius vs. universe tones of his previous outburst.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: originals Chapter 1 "Darling? Could you enter the laboratory and take all your clothes off?" Domicia called to the hallway. Her husband, just home from his jellyfish route, scrambled down the stone-faced stairwell to slide to a stop before her. He already had jettisoned his shirt, tie, and rubber gloves. She watched, stone-faced, as he peeled off his pants, hip waders, and socks – in that order. "Honestly, darling," she observed as Theodoric thrashed around on the floor, kicking and tugging at the complicated knot connecting his ankles, "you'd think it had been a month since we were naked together." She stepped over to the workbench as he frantically freed one foot, then the other, then the arm that had become entwined in his sea-suspenders. He popped to his feet, ready, willing, and erect, ready to service her in the manner of her direction. There was, of course, no question about who wore the pants in this family. She tossed him a set of overalls. "Put these on, darling." "Yes, dear," he replied, hoping this was some sort of foreplay. The fabric was thick, well-insulated, but comfortably cool to the touch. "What is this?" he asked. "It's a new design of mine," she replied. "It would work well for astronauts. It wicks away wastes, provides thermal stability, and works as a ballistic cloth for anything up to a.44 bullet. It also provides ossicular nourishment, like intravenous, but without needles. The onboard supply should last 40 days." "Nice," he said, zipping the seal, then running his hand along the fabric. "And it's so nice, dear, to see you expand your horizons?" he added. "How ever do you mean, Theo?" she asked, signaling for him to turn around, and he did, modeling the fit. Her smile flashed briefly while he was looking away. "Well, this," he said, gesturing to the overalls, "astronaut clothes, rather than concentrating your genius on controlling all aspects of time." "Ah," she nodded in understanding. "I said it might be useful for astronauts." Taking his wrist, she led him to a small chamber off the side of the lab. Inside, a chair that resembled an astronaut's lift-off couch waited. Without direction, Theo stepped forward to sit down, turning to face her. "You didn't design this for the space program?" he asked. Her hand reached over to what appeared to be the light switch for the cubicle. "No," she said, throwing the switch. The cubicle darkened instantly, and Theo started to blur. In the gravel driveway, a small car of foreign creation slid to a stop. Gravel flew from the tires, peppering the garden. Before the last stone rolled to a halt, the driver's door was open. A portly man with red features almost rolled from the seat. Gaining his legs beneath him, he ran to the castle. The steps rolled under him as he skipped every other one in his haste. A small jellyfish on the step nearly caused calamity, but he regained his footing by bouncing off the rail and landing on his heels. The door was not fully shut, so he hit it with fond memories of his days as a linebacker. It flew to the side, bouncing off the wall and clipping him in the hip as he strode into the flame-lit laboratory. "I am the Bishop of Valley Stein!" he announced, opening his winter coat to flash his purple vest to the woman standing beside the dark closet. "You again?" she sneered. "Again?" he asked. "I just arrived, learned of your experiments, your attempts to play God, and came to stop you!" Domicia Stein, for it could be no other, that temptress in the rhinestone-studded lab coat, pressed a device on her wrist. There was a blue flash. "I am the Bishop of Valley Stein!" he announced, opening his winter coat to flash his purple vest to the woman standing beside the dark closet. "You again?" she sneered. "Again?" he asked. "I just arrived, learned of your experiments, your attempts to play God, and came to stop you!" He paused, experiencing the most intense feeling of déjà vu in his life. There was a blue flash. It flew to the side, bouncing off the wall. He half-stepped to the side and avoided the springback as he strode into the flame-lit laboratory. "I am the Bishop of Valley Stein!" he announced, opening his winter coat to flash his purple vest to the woman standing beside the dark closet. "You again?" she sneered. There was a blue flash. He deftly sidestepped the jellyfish on the step. The door was not fully shut, so he hit it with a little trepidation. It flew to the side, bouncing off the wall. He half-stepped to the side and avoided the door as he strode into the flame-lit laboratory. "I am the Bishop of Valley Stein!" he announced, opening his winter coat. There was a blue flash. Domicia verified the settings on her privacy bracelet. Every 15 seconds, the victim would be pushed 16 seconds back in time. "Well, now he has a hobby," she said with a smile. She turned back to her husband. From the agitation of his blurry form, she judged that the time-pocket was working. The next five minutes of her life would be about a month of his. She began to undress. The blur that was Theodoric froze for a split second, then became even more roused. She knew that from his point of view, she took hours to pull her skirt's zipper, a day to unhook the bra holding her prodigious feminine assets. The absolute frenetic haze inside the chamber told her that he'd discovered the suit's secret. It didn't come off. The zipper was a one-way seal, per her design. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he was, there was no way to deliver more than blunt force to his cock. He was celibate for a month, three feet from a naked statue. And he couldn’t even beat off. She licked her lips, slowly and evenly, smiling all the while. The panties slid down an inch at a time, with her turning to show ass, pussy, ass, and pussy alternating. She spent nearly a week, for him, flicking her nipples back and forth until they were a firm, rubbery hardness, sticking out of tightly wrinkled areola. When the light started to even out between the lab and the chamber, she put her high heels back on, tugged on her lab coat, and awaited her frustrated lover. He burst from the cell like a virgin with a day-pass in Prostitute Land. Arms swept her up and carried her to the workbench. He lavished her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts with warm, wet, wild kisses. Then he crushed her thighs to his own, pressed his crotch to her pussy, and whispered urgently in her ear: "Tell me you can get this thing off of me." "Oh, darling," she breathed, "you've been home for six minutes. Can it wait?" "Bitch," he muttered, "I've been watching you not being fucked by me for a month, you teasing fucking whore. Get... This... Fucking... Thing... Off." "Well," she smiled, "since you ask so nice." A spray bottle in her pocket dissolved the fabric around his crotch. Little Theo popped to attention, purple and proud. Beneath it, The Little Theo Support Twins, Test and Tickle, shone a blue that was almost neon. Her artistic soul almost cried at the beauty of her creation. Her pussy almost cried aloud in need. She scooted back on the bench and smiled. "C'mere," she said. "All RIGHT!" he growled. Aiming his cock at her waiting cunt, he readied himself to- "Wait," she said, ignoring his stupefied grunt. She reached down to his left wrist and found a tiny pressure point. "Index," she said, squeezing down. Then she leaned back. "Begin," she invited him. "FINALLY!" he shouted. Theo grabbed her knees and lifted her legs up and apart. She hooked her heels over the lip and raised herself up slightly. He plunged himself in and started fucking. The grip split her wide open, almost painfully. The concentrated force of his entry centered her entire universe on that small handful of meat, where it touched her, how it touched her, the stroking force. Firm as steel from a month of denial, it was like a machined piston pounding away at her. She squeezed down on it as hard as she could, guiding his face down to her tits. He licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled away. But as usual, after only a couple of minutes, terror broke out on his features. "Oh, no, not again!" he cried. Domicia reached into the pocket of her coat. The device there had a button slaved to the device worked into and through the suit. "RESET!" she yelled, seconds before his premature ejaculation. Suddenly, he was out of her, standing between her calves, a look of stupefaction on his features. "FUCK ME!" she yelled. "FINALLY!" he shouted. Theo grabbed her knees and lifted her legs up and apart. She hooked her heels over the lip and raised herself up slightly. He plunged himself in and started fucking. "Oh, god, you're so WET!" he said between gritted teeth. The brief interruption only slightly banked her fires. In seconds, he was back to the mind-numbing pistoning, she was squeezing back and shaking sweat from her long blonde hair. "Oh, no, not again!" he cried. "RESET!" she yelled. Then "FUCK ME!" For four more rounds, they strove together, though it was only one round for Theodoric. At last, she felt the surge in her loins that indicated successful sexual intercoursity. The first experiment was a success. She shook, screamed, and drove her nails into the shoulders and tattoos of her husband. A second after that, he came as well. "Oh, darling," she breathed. "My love," he whispered. They hugged together, sweaty skin sliding across each other as they kissed, over and over. Each one was less urgent, but no less romantic or loving. "Darling," she asked, "do you think you might lick my pussy, just a bit?" "Eugh!" he recoiled. "Sweetheart, I've come inside of you. I could never bring myself... I mean, it isn't you, it's entirely my own..." "RESET!" she yelled. "Darling," she asked her husband standing straight (and dry) between her legs, "before you begin, do you think you might lick my pussy? Just a bit?" "Of course," he smiled, bending to suit word to deed. He fell to with a will, worrying at her labia in an enthusiastic effort. Until he stopped, suddenly, running his tongue back and forth within his mouth. He lifted his head to stare at her suspiciously. When she could stand again, she led him to an empty spot in the lab. A large inflated mattress waited there. "What now?" he asked. Little Theo had wilted a bit, but still responded nicely to her loving squeeze. In moments, she worked him to his ideal hardness, tugging on his cock and licking at his ear. His hands found her tits and pussy and played. He smiled in approval as she coated his penis with a non-softening-but-desensitizing agent of her own design. They had found marital bliss with benzodiazepine and fabric starch. "Grrrrr," she purred. Then she pushed him back a step. Taking his right hand, she found a series of pressure points. "Index," she breathed gently, pressing each of four points. Then she removed her lab coat, pausing to fish the device out of the pocket before tossing the coat to the side. "Lay down, Theodoric," she said, indicating the mattress. He did, gazing up at her naked form with wondering eyes. Domicia straddled him, leaned forward to bounce her boobies in his face, then settled back to impale herself on his throbbing manhood. "Reset," she whispered, pressing the button. A second Theo appeared at her feet. "Take my ass," she told him. He stepped forward willingly, pausing to peer over her shoulder at the man below her. "Who is...?" the two men said together. Or, actually, the one man said twice. "Shut up and fuck me," she said. Ever the willing test subject, he knelt to take her. Two more button pushes provided a cock for each hand, Theos standing at her shoulders. She stroked each one, alternating licking and French kissing each tip, while rocking back and forth between her husband. For Theo's part, he watched himself suspiciously, but refrained from making a scene that might embarrass him where he might see. He did wonder about the taste of cum in his mouth, and whether one or another of these selves were responsible. But he didn't wonder long. The two him being manhandled had to concentrate on their footing as she tugged and hugged away. Ass Theo had to concentrate on matching his wife's rhythm so as not to fall out, or worse, come partway out and get snapped in half in a misjudged collision. And the first Theo had to keep his grip on the breasts above him, to forestall a reach-around from that ass behind her. He was the first to come, screeching to the sky and clasping her tits tightly. She came a split second behind him, then the him right behind her came right behind her in her behind. She clutched the cocks in her hands reflexively, setting them both off. Everyone sagged exhausted to the mattress in a pool of mixed, but identical fluids. An alarm clock on the wall sounded softly, and three of him faded and disappeared. She snuggled close to the remaining him. "That was remarkable," she told him. "That was Mark?" he asked. "Which one?" There was a reason she'd fired him as a lab assistant except for certain guinea pig requirements. "You know," she mused. "I think I'm going about this all wrong." She stood and strode quickly – well, she stood, and limped gently to one of the time matrix control panels on one wall. "What are you doing, my love?" "I am going to remake the world," she told him. "Ah," he replied, sinking back down to the mattress. "I mean, really! Here I am, making the best use of what's available. What I SHOULD be doing," she ranted, "is making what's available the best." "Is this going to involve cloning again?" he asked sleepily. "Not quite," she replied. "I'm going to refashion man early in his development. Make the male member truly, truly masculine." "What's more masculine than masculinity?" he asked. She didn’t answer. On the panel, she aimed a particular time machine for the rise of the mammals. A few deft twists of the dials, and she called out the DNA of one of mankind's distant, distant ancestors. Her marvelous, magnificent intellect quickly divined the part of the code she was interested in and fashioned the desired changes. "Sweetness, are you saying you're going to change all of Mankind for your personal preferences?" "Yep," she muttered. Behind her, she heard him sputter and start to rise. "No, no, you can't!" Then she returned the altered DNA to the past. Being within four feet of the machine, she was insulated from the history-changing affects. There were footsteps behind her. Slowly she turned to face the being that benefited from her best biological contriving. Naked and pale, the being was basically of humanoid stance. Two normal legs rose from the ground to meet at a bare, smooth crotch. Arms sprouted from the torso much closer to the hips than before, at about the point between where the ribs had ended and the pelvis had begun. And above that, from the waist to the top that rose a good seven feet from the floor, was a penis. The entire cock was upstanding, shoulder-width in span. The girth was impressive, far beyond her wildest expectations. She looked the creature up and down, licking her lips in anticipation. Anticipating what, she wasn't quite sure, but Domicia had never shrunk from a challenge. There were no facial features on the smooth, white surface, but she'd almost have sworn that it smiled at her - a familiar smile, she thought. "Theodoric? Is that you?" she asked, stepping forward to run her hand lightly down the side of the giant dick. As she did, it flinched, twitched, and came. A giant spurt of sperm shot out, straight up, splashing off the ceiling and raining down upon her head. "Yep," she said, smiling at the familiar response, "that's you, all over."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: inuyasha **~My Heart's Own~** Chapter 1 My Heart's Own "Father, how come Shirouku isn't here to play?" a boy around 6 or 7, maybe older, asked. "Well, do you know that he is going to have a little sister?" said a middle-aged fox demon. He had jet black hair, just like his wife. His silver eyes seemed to look right through you, and two horizontal, curvy black lines were on both sides of his eyes. A tear-shaped scar, resembling an indigo color, was on his forehead, and a black tail was behind him. "Just like Aiko?" said the little kitsune, curiosity obvious in his eyes. "Yes, just like Aiko," said a woman fox demon, holding a white bundle in her arms. She pointed at the bundle, and little hands grabbed her finger. The girl in the bundle had jet black hair, just like her father, and silver eyes that seemed to scream her father's features. Two horizontal, curvy black lines were on both sides of her eyes, and a tear-shaped scar, resembling an indigo color, was on her forehead. A bushy pile of hair, probably her tail, was beside it. "Yeah, but when am I gonna see him and his little sister?" the kitsune asked. "Maybe next week, after Kagome is fully rested, okay?" said Sango. Sango looked sort of like Shippou, with brown hair and green eyes. She didn't have a mark on her forehead, considering she wasn't born into a royal family. "Oh, yeah, Sesshoumarou is a bit stressed out lately, since Kagome has the attitude of a pregnant woman! I remember when you were pregnant with Aiko! Oh goodness, it was hell!" Alorio said with a smirk on his face, remembering the time that was a year ago. "Oh, shush! It was hard for me too, you know!" Sango said with a frown. "You weren't the one who was carrying a watermelon in your stomach!" Sango said, hitting Miroukuo's head. "Sorry! Geeze, you haven't hit me in the head for years!" Alorio said, rubbing his sore head. At this scene, Shippou and Aiko just laughed at the situation. Aiko was a year old and was a surprise for both the Kitsunes. Lord Alorio was the Lord of the Eastern Lands. He met Sango when the Lady of the Western Lands, Kagome, and they were best friends, practically growing up together. He was captivated by her beauty and immediately fell in love with her. After a series of hits in the head and a few broken bones, he finally got her to say yes to marrying him. It was a short time, though - in a matter of two months, they got married, and she bore a child, Shippou. A month after Shiroukou was born, the firstborn of Kagome and Sesshoumarou, Shippou and Shiroukou became the best of friends. Then, six years after Shippou was born, a little girl was born to Alorio and Sango, a total surprise since they had planned not to have any more children. But they loved her more than anyone else. Shippou accepted her and loved her more than anything else. Shiroukou, on the other hand, always watched over her, shooing any other boy youkai who came near her. If Shippou didn't know any better, he'd think Shiroukou was jealous and overprotective. Shippou was very overprotective as well, so he didn't really mind anyone helping him. Shippou really wanted to see his best friend, so he said, "Father, can I just go there? I really wanna play with Shiroukou! PLEASE!" Shippou said, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "Mother?" Shippou said. "Fine, but you have to be careful! We'll pick you up after two weeks. We're going to go visit them, okay, young demon?" Shippou nodded and then took off, running in his inhuman speed. Western Lands "Oh, my goodness, isn't she pretty!" Kagome exclaimed, with tears in her eyes. "Oh, yes, yes, she is!" Sesshoumarou said, smiling, a rare occasion. "Father, isn't Shippou, Alorio, and Sango, and Aiko coming?" Shiroukou asked with a pout. "Shippou's coming, I can smell him," Sesshoumarou said with his usual "I don't care" expression. "Oh, yeah, he is coming! I'm gonna go get my sword; we could spar!" Shiroukou said excitedly, then added, "Too bad Aiko isn't here!" Shiroukou then walked to his mother. "What are you gonna name her?" he asked, peering over the little baby. She had purplish-black hair, but it was quite thin, considering she was just born. Her eyes were the perfect blue, with two red stripes on her cheeks and a crescent moon on her forehead. She looked a bit like Kagome, if not for her eyes. Shiroukou was a carbon copy of his father, exactly like the older youkai, if not for the expressions. He expressed his feelings freely, not like his father, though he could hide it as expertly as his father. "We're gonna call her Rin!" Kagome said. Then, a servant came in. "Prince Shippou has arrived!" The servant walked away, and Shippou came in with a smile on his face. "Good morning, everyone - Sesshoumarou-sama, Kagome-sama, Shiroukou, and..." He paused and peered over the bundle in Kagome's arms. "Who's that?" he asked, fascinated by the face of the baby. "It's Rin, Shippou. She's Shiroukou's little sister!" Kagome explained with a smile on her face. Shippou then said, "Mother and Father said that they're going to pick me up two weeks from now. Can I please stay here?" Shippou asked. "Sure. Shiroukou needs someone to play with while I rest, and Sesshy will be taking care of Rin! RIGHT, SESSHY!" Kagome said, as Sesshoumarou growled. "Fine!" Sesshoumarou said with a smirk. "But you'll have to pay me back," Sesshoumarou said. "Fine," Kagome said with a wink. "Okay, kids, just go play in the yard, okay? Let me rest. You too, Sesshy, you've been up all night! We need rest, okay?" The woman youkai said. "Fine. Now, train hard!" Sesshy said to the boys, as the servant took the little baby to her room. Both of the young youkai left and went sparring.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english ¡Diosas Italianas! ADVERTENCIAS: ROMA, ITALIA Esta película era la más esperada por cada varón heterosexual (y mujer lesbiana) en Italia. Finalmente, el gran encuentro en la gran pantalla de las dos mujeres más deseadas del país: Mónica Bellucci y Manuela Arcuri. La premisa era sencilla: en esta comedia, el personaje de Arcuri era (sin saberlo) la amante del esposo del personaje de Bellucci, y al descubrir una la existencia de la otra, comienza una pelea entre ellas por ver quién se queda con el hombre. La película usaría cualquier pretexto, por nimio que fuese, para mostrar a las dos bellezas en diminutos modelitos de lencería y de trajes de baño, o incluso mostrar sus atributos en toda su gloria y trabadas en peleas de gatas donde se tiraban de los cabellos y se rasgaban las ropas. El actor que interpretaría al objeto de sus disputas se convertiría en el hombre más envidiado de toda Italia, pues también compartiría numerosas escenas subidas de tono con ambas actrices. A pesar de que sus personajes no podían verse ni en pintura, las dos estrellas, de hecho, se llevaron muy bien casi desde el primer momento. Tan bien, en realidad, que la misma noche que comenzó el rodaje, empezaron una relación lésbica secreta. Habían tenido sexo de todas las formas en que dos mujeres podían hacerlo casi cada día desde el inicio de la producción, lo cual no deja de ser irónico, pues la única queja del público respecto a la película, en su estreno, sería que no tuviese ninguna escena lésbica entre las dos mujeres. En esos momentos, Mónica se paseaba completamente desnuda por su camerino, con un paso bastante lento, cuando sintió los brazos de Manuela (también completamente desnuda) rodeándola por detrás para detenerla, y su boca plantándole suaves besos en la mejilla derecha. Al ver que no reaccionaba a sus demostraciones de afecto, Manuela le dio la vuelta lentamente, y al encararla, vio que Mónica estaba pensativa. —¿Qué ocurre? —le preguntó a Mónica, preocupada. —¿Sabes qué es lo que nos hace falta? —respondió la interpelada, tras un rato en silencio. —Ajá. —Una polla. Manuela sabía de lo que ella estaba hablando. Por mucho que disfrutasen del sexo lésbico, en realidad no eran lesbianas, y desde hace unos días, ambas extrañaban la compañía masculina. —¿Y qué solución propones? —preguntó la Arcuri. Mónica, como Manuela había presentido, habló de incluir a un varón en su relación. —¿Tienes algún candidato? —preguntó la compañera de la Bellucci, rezando para sus adentros que no mencionase al peludo asqueroso que interpretaba al interés romántico de ambas en el filme. Mónica se lo dijo. Manuela no pudo evitar sorprenderse. No le preocupaba que él sólo tuviese 14 años (ambas beldades tenían mucha experiencia teniendo sexo con menores de 18; esto es una especie de tradición entre las italianas), sino que él no pareciese precisamente prometedor, y así se lo dijo a su amiga. A lo que la Bellucci respondió: —No te preocupes: tengo un buen presentimiento con este —mientras sonreía tenuemente. La Arcuri no pudo evitar sonreír ella misma. Había aprendido a confiar en los presentimientos de su amiga en materia sexual. Ahora sólo era cuestión de esperar un poco: no iban a faltarles oportunidades para acercarse a ese chico. Evaristo no se había movido ni un milímetro del lugar donde su madre lo había dejado sentado. Ella era madre soltera y maquillista, y había desarrollado la costumbre de llevar a su hijo al trabajo. Con frecuencia tenía que dejarlo solo por extensos periodos de tiempo para atender sus compromisos, y él, como era un muchachito muy bueno y obediente, solo necesitaba que le dieran una orden y se quedaría en el lugar donde lo habían dejado, sin moverse, hasta que regresara su madre sin importar cuanto tardase. Con su cuerpo extremadamente delgado, su rostro delicado e increíblemente femenino (con forma de corazón; con nariz chiquitita y graciosa, boca pequeña de labios delgados y ojos verdes, grandes y almendrados), su inmaculada tez de marfil y su larga y lisa cabellera de color rubio pálido, parecía un ángel etéreo, entregado a sus melancólicas reflexiones sobre ideas elevadas que no estaban al alcance de los seres nacidos en este mundo. Pero, en realidad, se entretenía pensando en lo mismo que pensaba cada varón heterosexual (y mujer lesbiana) en Italia desde que esta producción (en la que trabajaba su madre) fue anunciada: ¿Cuál era mejor? ¿La Bellucci o la Arcuri? (Él había gozado de muchas oportunidades para admirar a las bellezas en persona, pues se había cruzado por casualidad con ellas en muchas ocasiones, y cuando su madre se descuidaba y no le ordenaba explícitamente que se quedase quieto en algún lugar, se escabullía y buscaba a las estrellas para espiarlas; podía ser un chico bueno y obediente, pero seguía siendo un varón heterosexual). Ambas se parecían en muchos aspectos (como los ojos achinados, las melenas azabachadas y las figuras voluptuosas), pero también se diferenciaban en muchos otros: la Bellucci tenía la tez blanca, mientras que la Arcuri la tenía aceitunada; la Bellucci tenía voz de contralto (la voz de una diosa del sexo), mientras que la Arcuri tenía voz de soprano (la voz de una princesa guarra); la Bellucci tenía ojos color chocolate oscuro, mientras que la Arcuri tenía ojos grises… y Evaristo no tenía la menor idea si algo de esto le daba la ventaja a la una o a la otra. También: la Arcuri era más alta que la Bellucci (lo cual quería decir que tenía piernas más largas), mientras que la Bellucci era más culona. Claro, esto no quería decir que hubiese algo malo con la estatura y las piernas de la Bellucci o con el culo de la Arcuri. Y, de repente, lanzó un profundo suspiro de abatimiento y se puso a pensar en algo que no tenía ninguna relación con eso: en cómo le gustaría que su madre dejara de tratarlo como si fuese un niño pequeño. A veces le daban unas inmensas ganas de rebelarse y gritarle a ella unas cuantas verdades, pero sabía que nunca haría eso; él estaba muy apegado a su madre y comprendía que las cosas le estaban yendo muy mal desde que su padre los había abandonado y no tenía ningún deseo de complicarle la vida todavía más. Sin embargo, si tan sólo… Estaba tan concentrado en sus pensamientos que, cuando sintió que alguien le hablaba, dio un brinco de la sorpresa, y luego se sobresaltó mucho más cuando descubrió quién se había dirigido a él. Era Mónica Bellucci: la bella actriz estaba parada ante él vistiendo un largo camisón de dormir rosado, que arrastraba el dobladillo por el suelo. —Hola —le dijo mientras sonreía con elegancia. —Hola —le respondió él con voz casi inaudible, sonrojándose un poco y devolviéndole una sonrisa nerviosa. —Necesito ayuda con algo en mi camerino —continuó, todavía sonriendo. Él empezó a balbucir algo sobre que su madre le había dicho que no se moviera de ese lugar mientras ella iba a cumplir con un encargo, pero Mónica lo interrumpió diciendo que era una cosa urgente y que necesitaba ayuda de inmediato. Evaristo le preguntó qué necesitaba que hiciera por ella, y la actriz le respondió que no podía explicárselo allí afuera, sino que tenía que verlo por sí mismo. Él pensó, nervioso, que por ser Mónica Bellucci, podría hacer una excepción, así que le dijo que sí la ayudaría y dejó que ella lo guiara a su camerino. Una vez dentro, Evaristo empezó a decir:—¿Y en qué quiere que la…? —pero no pudo completar la frase. Lo que lo dejó mudo, boquiabierto y con los ojos desorbitados fue ver a Manuela Arcuri vistiendo nada más que sostén, corsé, unas braguitas diminutas y medias altas con liguero que envolvían casi la totalidad de sus piernas (todos estos hechos de encajes blancos traslúcidos) y calzando unos zapatos plateados de tacones altísimos. Ella, sonriendo y con las manos apoyadas en sus caderas, se dio una vuelta muy sexy para él, mostrándole que sus bragas eran de las que por atrás solo tenían una mínima tirita de tela que va entre las nalgas. Evaristo escuchó un ruido detrás de él y se volvió para ver que era el sonido de Mónica, que había dejado caer su camisón de dormir, revelando que debajo lo único que llevaba eran unas diminutas braguitas hechas de un encaje púrpura muy oscuro y unos zapatos negros con tacones altísimos. Ella, también sonriendo y con las manos en las caderas, también se dio una vuelta muy sexy para él, revelándole que sus braguitas, como las de su amiga, también eran de las que por atrás solo tenían una minita tirita de tela que pasa entre las nalgas. Todo lo que dijo Mónica fue “necesitamos un hombre” antes de que ambas mujeres se le arrojaran encima como fieras hambrientas y prácticamente le arrancaran la ropa. Ellas lo tumbaron en la cama y después se subieron a esta. Apuntando hacia arriba estaba la poderosa estaca que él tenía por polla. Cuando le quitaron sus calzoncillos al chico, ambas habían quedado boquiabiertas en cuanto le vieron el miembro, a pesar de su extensa experiencia con hombres. Con todo y su apariencia tan dulce, inocente e inofensiva, él tenía el mejor pene que habían visto en sus vidas: muy largo, muy grueso y cubierto de venas que le daban un aspecto feroz… y era solo para ellas. Las dos actrices se pusieron en cuatro patas, arqueando sus espaldas y apuntando sus culos hacia el cielo, y procedieron a usar sus talentos orales para complacer a Evaristo, empleando todos los trucos que conocían (ambas podían meterse la lanza del muchachito entera hasta que sus narices quedaban aplastadas contra su pubis), llenando el camerino con los sonidos obscenos y viscosos que producían sus bocas contra su miembro. Muy pronto, su pene y sus bolas quedaron cubiertos de una gruesa capa de reluciente saliva. Evaristo se sentía en el paraíso; su verga siendo consentida de la forma en la que merecía ser consentida. Pero ellas no lo habían traído solo para que descubriera lo que podían hacer con sus bocas. Mónica acaparó la polla del chico, poniéndola entre sus melones y procediendo a aplastarla y exprimirla con frenética violencia. Manuela, por su parte, se apartó el sostén sin quitárselo y se abrazó a Evaristo, estrujando su angelical rostro entre sus tetas; pronto, él respondió abrazándose a ella mientras su boca se dedicaba a morder, chupar, lamer y besar esas perfectas redondeces, ensañándose particularmente con los endurecidos, hinchados y erectos pezones de la Arcuri. Después de unos minutos en esta postura, Mónica y Manuela intercambian lugares y ahora es Manuela la que masturba la polla de Evaristo usando sus chichas, mientras los senos de la Bellucci descubren los talentos orales del muchacho. Durante todo este proceso, ellas emiten risas de felicidad debidas a las deliciosas sensaciones que provienen de sus pechos. Después de unos minutos haciendo esto, ambas bellezas vuelven a demostrarle su voracidad oral a la polla y las bolas del chico. Pero a Mónica la domina la impaciencia por descubrir cómo se sentiría una verga tan enorme dentro de su coño, así que aparta a Manuela de un empujón y se sienta sobre el miembro (apartándose su braguita solo un poquito, sin quitársela), dándole la espalda al chico, y se dedica a subir y bajar, empalándose en ese sable de placer. Manuela, lejos de enojarse por el empellón de su amiga, se abraza a Mónica y ambas proceden a besarse apasionadamente, devorarse las tetas la una a la otra con gula salvaje, darse de nalgadas y frotarse entre sí sus clítoris con sus dedos. Evaristo se suma a la diversión, descargando poderosas y ruidosas nalgadas sobre los glúteos de Mónica. La Bellucci llega al orgasmo y, con un rugido de leona en celo, cubre la polla de Evaristo con una cantidad impresionante de sus exquisitos jugos vaginales. Ambas bellezas vuelven a ponerse en cuatro patas para limpiar con sus bocas la polla de Evaristo y dejarla reluciente con su saliva. Ahora es el turno de Manuela de montar al semental de 14 años (también apartándose solo un poco las braguitas, sin quitárselas) pero, a diferencia de Mónica, lo hace dándole la cara al niño, para que pueda disfrutar del espectáculo de sus melones rebotando mientras ella subía y bajaba por su espada. Cuando las manos de Evaristo empiezan a acariciar los muslos de la Arcuri, Mónica, que se ha posicionado detrás de su amiga, tira del rostro de ella hacia atrás para obligarla a compartir un apasionado beso, las tetas de la Bellucci aplastadas contra la espalda de su coestrella. Una vez unidas sus bocas, las manos de Mónica comienzan a recorrer el cuerpo de su compañera, sobando y estrujando sus senos y jugueteando con sus pezones, frotando su clítoris y dándole sonoras nalgadas. Después de que Manuela alcanza su propio orgasmo y se corre, ambas mujeres deciden que es hora de introducir al chico a las maravillas del sexo anal. Mónica se pone en cuatro patas, arqueando la espalda y apuntando hacia arriba con las pompas, ofreciéndose, y Evaristo y Manuela se dedican a cubrir sus glúteos de mordiscos, besos, chupadas y lamidas; a jugar con ellos, separándolos y hundiéndoles sus dedos como si fuesen clavos; y a darles nalgadas poderosas y sonoras. Una vez que las nalgas de Mónica han adoptado un agradable tono carmín y quedado cubiertas de marcas de uñas y dientes, Evaristo la penetra analmente, sin sacar de entre los cachetes la tirita de tela de las bragas, metiendo y sacando su polla con furia frenética, una música celestial produciéndose cada vez que su pubis se estrella contra los glúteos de la actriz, los melones de la actriz bamboleándose con cada embestida, mientras Manuela y él se abrazan muy fuerte, con desesperación, él devorando las tetas de ella. Una vez que Evaristo ha dejado el ano de la Bellucci completamente flojo y dilatado, Mónica le mama la polla hasta dejársela perfectamente limpia y lubricada. Ahora es el turno de la Arcuri de que le dejen sus nalgas enrojecidas y cubiertas de marcas de uñas y dientes, para después ser follada analmente (tampoco a ella le quitaron la tirita de tela que pasaba entre sus cachetes) hasta que le dejen el culo totalmente flojo mientras Evaristo y la Bellucci se abrazan y él le come las tetas. Durante toda esta escena, ambas estrellas han llenado el aire del camerino con innumerables quejidos escandalosos provocados por el sexo anal y el castigo infligido a sus pechos y glúteos. Una vez que él termina con el trasero de la Arcuri, el trío decide probar una nueva posición. Manuela se acuesta boca arriba, abriendo las piernas lo más que puede, y hace que Evaristo hunda su angelical rostro en su sexo (porque ella también quiere disfrutar algo de sexo oral) y que Mónica se siente en su cara, dándole la espalda al niño. Mónica llena el camerino con los roncos jadeos que emite cada vez que alguien le come el coño mientras mueve sus caderas sobre el rostro de Manuela como si estuviese bailando. Justo después de que su colega se corriera debido a tener durante varios minutos la boca de Evaristo haciéndole sexo oral expertamente, Mónica cubre su rostro con sus propios fluidos. Evaristo deja de comerse el sexo de Manuela y procede a hundir una y otra vez su poderoso miembro donde antes había estado su boca. Al mismo tiempo, sus manos se mueven hacia las tetas de Manuela, masajeándolas y estrujándolas con rudeza, retorciéndole los pezones, mientras hunde su boca entre las nalgas de Mónica, dándole a Mónica el beso negro. Después de un rato en esa posición, sus manos se separan de las chichas de Manuela y su boca del culo de Mónica, y se dedica de nuevo a dejar las nalgas de Mónica rojas a punta de sonoras nalgadas. Tras unos minutos haciendo esto, ambas actrices vuelven a alcanzar el orgasmo y correrse. Mónica dice que desea probar algo que nunca antes había hecho, y sus compañeros, de inmediato, aceptan ayudarla. Hace a Evaristo pararse en el centro del camerino y acerca una silla para, doblándose por la cintura con las piernas muy rectas, inclinarse contra esta. Después, hace a Manuela arrodillarse ante la verga del chico y mamarla, mientras ella, agarrada con las manos a la silla, procede a moverse adelante y atrás, empujando la cabeza de su amiga con las nalgas, guiándola en su felación con el trasero. Después de unos minutos haciendo esto, Mónica se da la vuelta, hace un nudo con los cabellos de Manuela en su mano y procede a guiarla de una forma más convencional. Después, se arrodilla al lado de su amiga y se dedican a compartir el salchichón de Evaristo. Más tarde, Mónica se pone de pie, se abraza a su semental de solo 14 años, comparte con Evaristo besos apasionados y le ofrece sus melones para que los devore. Después, Mónica vuelve a arrodillarse para comerse junto a Manuela la polla y las bolas de Evaristo. Después, le toca el turno a Manuela de levantarse y hacer un nudo en su mano con los cabellos de Mónica para guiarla en su mamada, como ella había sido guiada. Después, suelta el cabello de Mónica para besar intensamente a Evaristo y abrazar su rostro contra sus sandías. Luego, vuelve a arrodillarse al lado de Mónica para administrarle al chico una felación dual. Y, finalmente, se para una última vez para besarse y abrazarse apasionadamente con Evaristo y ofrendarle a su boca sus senos. Mónica vuelve a tumbar a Evaristo boca arriba en la cama. Ella se sienta de nuevo en su polla, introduciéndola en su vagina, y procede a follársela mientras estampa sus ubres contra la boca del muchachito. Después de unos minutos haciendo esto, Manuela se sitúa detrás de ella, aplastando sus melones contra la espalda de Mónica, y tira de su cuerpo hacia atrás hasta separarla de la boca del semental de 14 años, atrae los labios de ella hacia los suyos y se dedican a besarse apasionadamente, mientras Manuela recorre con sus manos la figura de Mónica, sobándole y estrujándole las montañas, frotando sus dedos contra su clítoris y dándole sonoras nalgadas a su coestrella. Mientras Manuela le hacía estas cosas a Mónica, las manos de Evaristo rodearon las caderas de la actriz que se estaba follando, en busca de sus nalgas para también castigarlas. Después de que Mónica vuelve a alcanzar el orgasmo, cambian de posición de nuevo. Mónica se acuesta boca arriba, las piernas lo más abiertas que puede, y Evaristo le hace sexo oral, acariciando sus opulentos muslos, mientras las dos actrices se besan intensamente y se devoran y se masajean las pechugas la una a la otra. Una vez que terminan con esa posición, llega la hora del gran final: hacen a Evaristo ponerse de pie en el centro del camerino nuevamente y se arrodillan y proceden a comerse su salchichón y sus huevos una última vez. Cuando él comienza a correrse con un bramido triunfal, cerrando los ojos fuertemente y echando la cabeza hacia atrás, ellas se sacan el pene de sus bocas. Su eyaculación parece no tener fin y ambas actrices terminan con sus rostros y sus pechos cubiertos por gruesos chorros de blanco, espeso y cálido semen, algunos de los cuales llegan a alcanzar sus negras cabelleras. Lo primero que ve Evaristo cuando finalmente abre los ojos es el espectáculo de Manuela Arcuri y Mónica Bellucci limpiándose su lechita la una a la otra con sus bocas, como buenas amigas, mientras hacen ruidos obscenos y escandalosos que dan a entender que esto es lo más sabroso que han probado en sus vidas y le dirigen miradas diabólicas. Una vez terminado el show, Evaristo buscó la cama y se dejó caer pesadamente en ella, agotado y jadeando, su cuerpo empapado en sudor. Manuela y Mónica también se acostaron, cada una a un lado suyo, y se abrazaron a él mientras dejaban salir suaves risitas de felicidad y satisfacción. Volviéndolas a ver, la dichosa pregunta volvió a la mente de Evaristo: ¿Cuál era mejor, Mónica o Manuela? Después de pensarlo por un rato, él concluyó alegremente: “¡Y qué hay de malo con los empates!” Después de una breve siesta para recuperar energías, las bellezas, entre risas, besos y caricias, ayudaron a Evaristo a limpiarse y vestirse y lo despidieron con más besos y la promesa de más experiencias como esta. Una vez fuera del camerino de Mónica, Evaristo fue hasta el lugar donde estaba sentado originalmente y se puso a esperar a su madre. Sólo unos pocos minutos después, ella regresó. Al ver a su hijo se extrañó y le preguntó: —¿Por qué tan sonriente? —Por nada en especial, mamá —fue todo cuanto respondió. A partir de ese día y hasta que terminó la filmación, Evaristo tendría sexo todos los días, o con Mónica, o con Manuela, o con ambas. Fue una situación donde todos ganaban: Evaristo abandonó ese set con una experiencia sexual envidiable y las actrices abandonaron el set llevando bebés dentro. Sí: Mónica Bellucci, con más de 50 años, seguía teniendo un vientre perfectamente fértil. FIN.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english « Belle erreur » de Sylphina Disclamer à retenir impérativement : les personnages de « Card Captor Sakura » n'appartiennent pas à l'auteur, mais à CLAMP. « Belle erreur » ne m'appartient pas non plus, mais j'ai obtenu l'accord de Sylphina pour publier son histoire, afin que tout le monde puisse la lire avant ma propre fanfic, « Mon âme-sœur, ma moitié », qui est la suite. Je respecte profondément sa demande d'être publiée à mon compte, en précisant clairement que c'est sa fanfic, et je décline toute responsabilité. Résumé : ayant demandé l'accord de Sylphina pour publier son histoire, il n'y a pas de plagiat. C'est un vieux oneshot qui était si long qu'il s'est transformé en minific de deux chapitres. La suite, « mon âme-sœur, ma moitié », est écrite par Adam Park. Le couple principal est Shaolan Li/Sakura Kinomoto. Chapitre 01 Le carillon de la porte d'entrée sonna, et Sakura alla répondre en chantonnant. Elle ouvrit la porte et se retrouva devant un jeune homme d'environ 15 ans. Il repoussa ses cheveux de devant ses yeux et sourit gentiment. - Bonjour, Sakura ! Je te dérange ? Ton frère est là ? - Non, il vient de partir, tu es chanceux, rigola la Japonaise. Entre, Lionel ! Le Chinois s'exécuta, il embrassa sa meilleure amie sur la joue avant d'enlever ses souliers. Il s'étira, puis pointa le plumeau que Sakura tenait. - C'est le grand ménage ? - Non, j'essuyais le bureau dans ma chambre. Tu viens ? Lionel fit signe que oui et suivit Sakura. Il s'arrêta devant le salon. - Bonjour, monsieur Gauthier ! - Ah ! Bonjour, Lionel ! Heureux de te voir ici ! Tu restes à souper, j'espère ? - Seulement si ce n'est pas de trouble pour vous, répondit Lionel en souriant. - Alors c'est décidé. Je ferai des pâtes. Lionel sourit, et Sakura lui donna un petit coup avec sa hanche. - Gourmand, chuchota-t-elle en l'entraînant vers sa chambre. - Tu sais bien que j'adore les pâtes, répliqua Lionel en lui tirant la langue. - Tire pas la langue, toi ! Ta mère t'a donc rien appris durant tes deux ans d'entraînement ? C'était bien la peine de t'enlever de moi pour ça ! - Quoi, tu m'en veux encore pour ça ! - Mais non, voyons, j'te taquine. Tu peux m'aider, s'il te plaît ? demanda-t-elle en fermant la porte derrière eux. Monte là et décroche mon poster, mon amour, je t'en prie. Lionel obéit et monta sur une petite chaise pour l'enlever. Sakura leva les sourcils en rigolant et elle leva le bas du chandail de Lionel. - T'as des belles fesses, toi, tu sais ! - Comment ça, j'ai des belles fesses ? ! Tu regardes ça, toi ? ! Et j'croyais avoir mis des pantalons ce matin pourtant... Sakura rigola et le frappant doucement sur ses jambes. - Allez, descends, Wonderboy. Il décrocha le poster et le tendit à Sakura, qui alla le porter en chantonnant. Lionel la suivit, le regard bas. - Humm... toi aussi, t'as des belles fesses, du săit ! Sakura grogna en tirant sur sa jupe, et Lionel éclata de rire. - T'es mignonne, grogna-t-il en l'embrassant sur la tempe. Les deux meilleurs amis rigolèrent et rangèrent la chambre en dansant sur la musique de la radio. Après deux heures de ménage, ils se laissèrent choir sur le lit pour jouer au Nintendo, collés l'un contre l'autre. Le père de la Japonaise les arrêta un instant pour qu'ils descendent manger. Après un repas, Dominique partit travailler, laissant les deux amis ensemble. Ils remontèrent aussitôt jouer au jeu vidéo. Ils jouèrent encore une bonne heure en riant, suivant les instructions de Kéro. - Bon, allez, les enfants ! Moi, je vais dormir dans la chambre de Thomas ! Pas de gaffe, hein ? - Non ! répondit sarcastiquement Lionel en croquant dans le cou de Sakura, qui rigolait. Kéro sortit en bâillant, et Sakura éteint la télévision. Elle mit la radio et retourna se coller contre son Lionel en riant. Elle ferma les lumières et alluma plutôt des chandelles. - Tu t'sens romantique ? rigola Lionel en l'attirant contre lui par la taille. - Peut-être avec quelqu'un d'autre ! - Garce... Salaud... Ils éclatèrent de rire. - J'ai faim ! On va se chercher une collation ? Ils descendirent en se bataillant comme deux enfants. Ils allèrent prendre une collation, et comme ils se chamaillaient dans la cuisine, Natasha, la belle-mère de Sakura depuis 1 an, entra. - Ah, tiens, bonjour, les enfants ! Vous m'avez laissé un peu à manger ? - Oui, y a du macaroni dans le frigidaire. Mais tu les attrapes, ces bols, oui ou non ? demanda-t-elle soudainement à Lionel, qui cherchait sur la pointe des pieds les bols à crème glacée. - Mais mon dieu, calme-toi, le pon-pon, la grosse ! Natasha rigola en se détachant les cheveux. - Ah, maman ! Dit-moi quelque chose ! Regarde-moi ça et dis-moi si tu trouves que Lionel a des belles fesses ! s'exclama Sakura en relevant le chandail de Lionel. - Mais tu vas le lâcher, mon derrière, obsédée ! s'exclama Lionel en regardant les deux jeunes femmes rigoler. - Beau comme un dieu ! Dommage qu'il porte des pantalons aussi ample ! On pourrait mieux les voir ! Elles rigolèrent de nouveau, et Lionel descendit, vexé. Il grogna dans le cou de Sakura, faisant mine de la mordre de nouveau. Elle rigola et lui tomba dans les bras en rigolant. - Alors, dit-moi, mon p'tit Lionel ! Avec ta copine, ça va ? - ... Amélie m'a laissé tomber, avoua Lionel en haussant les épaules. Il y a quelques jours... - Pauvre chaton ! Pourquoi ? - Je ne passais pas assez de temps avec elle... Elle croyait que je la doublais avec Sakura, soupira-t-il finalement en s'asseyant devant l'Américaine, qui mangeait. - Quoi ? ! Ah, sale jalouse ! Elle te méritait pas ! grogna Natasha avant de reprendre des pâtes. - C'est ce que je me dis, grogna Lionel comme réponse en volant une gorgée de jus à Natasha. - Tu te sens bien ? Pas trop triste ? - Maman, grogna Lionel. La femme lui fit un clin d'œil. Lionel, étant très souvent chez Sakura, avait développé une grande complicité avec les parents de Sakura. - C'est... De ma faute... Si tu l'as perdue ? demanda soudainement Sakura, qui n'avait pas bougé, tout pâle. - Oh, mais non, pauvre petite puce ! Viens ici, invita gentiment Lionel en l'asseyant sur ses genoux. Je ne t'accuse pas !... Et puis, je ne l'aimais même pas... - C'est ce que tu dis à chaque fois, répliqua Sakura. - C'est que c'est vrai... - Pense à Brandon... Tu es dans la même situation avec lui, non ? Sakura se tourna vers sa belle-mère, les yeux vides. - Brandon... Non... Je l'aime... On s'aime... Lionel caressa les cheveux de Sakura. - Allez... On les oublie... Viens, on monte, je veux te montrer quelque chose... Sakura reprit ses couleurs et accepta. Ils saluèrent leurs mères de cœur et montèrent dans la chambre. - Oh, Lionel ! Tu restes à dormir ? - Euhm... Je sais pas ! - Thomas vient dormir, mais tu peux toujours tasser Sakura et te faire une petite place dans le lit ! répondit Natasha d'en bas. - D'accord !! Ils refermèrent la porte en rigolant. Ils se couchèrent dans le lit, et Lionel lui montra des objets dans un magazine. Sakura dansait au rythme de la musique. Lionel rigola en l'embrassant sur le front. Ils commencèrent à chanter tous les deux, en se balançant. - Tu vas aller à la danse vendredi prochain ? - Saki... J'ai horreur de danser, tu l'sais pourtant... - Comment ça, horreur de danser ? ! On danse souvent ensemble ! - T'es la seule avec qui je peux danser... - Peureux... - Mauvais danseur, nuance... - Mauvais danseur ? ! MAUVAIS DANSEUR ? ! TOI ! Non, mais tu veux rire ! Tu danse super bien ! Je commence même à me demander si tu n'as pas du sang latin !... Et ça expliquerait tes belles fesses ! - T'es vraiment obsédée, toi ! - Seulement avec toi, mon amour ! - ...Au secours, qu'est-ce que je fais ici ? - Tu passes du temps avec ta meilleure amie, chéri... Elle lui fit une grosse grimace. Elle leva la tête lorsqu'une chanson commença. - Ah, j'aime celle-là ! Elle est bonne, murmura-t-elle en fermant les yeux, se laissant porter par la douce mélodie. Lionel se leva et lui tendit la main. - On danse ? demanda-t-il doucement en l'attirant contre lui. Sakura accepta. Elle plaça sa main dans celle de Lionel et se colla contre sa poitrine, reposant sa tête sur l'épaule de son meilleur ami. Le sorcier appuya sa tête contre celle de la maîtresse des cartes, passa un bras autour de sa taille et bougea doucement, se laissant porter par la musique. Il commença à chanter doucement les paroles aux creux de l'oreille de Sakura. La Japonaise ferma les yeux, se laissant emporter par la chaude voix près de son oreille. Elle les réouvrit à moitié pour regarder la flamme d'une des chandelles, qui reflétait leurs ombres. Elle songea, l'instant d'une seconde, que jamais elle ne serait aussi heureuse avec un homme qu'avec Lionel. Sa main chaude posée sur sa taille la faisait valser doucement, le contact de sa joue contre sa peau la faisait trembler. Elle se rendit alors compte avec effroi que jamais Brandon, son fiancé, ne pourrait la rendre aussi bien... Aussi amoureuse... Chapitre 02 Elle leva la tête pour plonger son regard dans celui plein de désirs de Lionel. Elle eut un frisson. Jamais aucun garçon ne pourrait la regarder de cette manière, provocant cette réaction en elle. Elle leva une main et caressa la joue couleur pèche du garçon, se demandant si la flamme au fond de ses yeux était juste une réflexion des chandelles. Il l'attira soudainement plus près d'elle en souriant tendrement. Elle lui rendit son sourire, hypnotisée, son corps bougeant depuis longtemps par lui-même. Lionel baissa la tête pour mieux la voir, et ses cheveux lui tombèrent devant les yeux. Sakura leva doucement la main, comme si elle avait peur de briser quoi que ce soit, et écarta les mèches de cheveux chocolatés. Lionel attrapa son poignet pour l'arrêter et fondit soudainement sur elle, réclamant ses lèvres avec les siennes. Sakura fut surprise, mais finit par fermer les yeux, se donnant corps et âmes au baiser. Elle y répondit avec autant d'amour, et ils commencèrent à s'embrasser longuement, passionnément, avouant silencieusement leur amour. Lionel finit par lâcher tout doucement et très lentement son bras. Elle en profita pour passer ses deux bras autour de son cou et le ramener brusquement contre elle pour approfondir le baiser. Lionel fit quelques pas pour la faire tomber sur le lit, où ils continuèrent le baiser. Sakura entrouvrit les lèvres pour reprendre son souffle durant une fraction de seconde avant de replonger dans le baiser qui durait depuis quelque temps maintenant. Lionel profita toutefois de l'ouverture pour y glisser sa langue, approfondissant le baiser, l'amenant à un autre point. Sakura réagit avec amour, sans protester. Elle enroula plutôt sa langue contre la sienne, partageant sa passion. Ils s'embrassèrent encore un long moment. Lionel était au-dessus de Sakura, appuyé sur ses coudes, ses mains toujours posées sur sa taille, sous son chandail. Sakura était en dessous, et elle caressait les cheveux de Lionel, l'attirant contre elle lorsqu'elle le voulait plus proche. La musique commença à baisser, pour s'arrêter. Le radio-réveil choisit ce moment pour s'éteindre. Le silence soudain, uniquement meublé du bruit des lèvres qui se rencontraient sans arrêt et du lit qui grinçait, les réveilla. Lionel brisa soudainement le baiser, réalisant ce qu'ils faisaient. - Oh, mon dieu, souffla-t-il en se tassant d'un coup de Sakura. La Japonaise reprit son souffle un moment, puis posa une main devant sa bouche, stupéfaite. Qu'est-ce qui lui avait pris ? Elle est fiancée !... Fiancée à... à... À qui déjà ? Elle avait la tête à l'envers. Son cœur battait la chamade, fou de bonheur, mais sa tête lui hurlait de s'en aller, se sauver. Elle avala difficilement, fixant le plafond. Elle posa un doigt sur ses lèvres humides, encore chaudes. Elle s'assit pour voir Lionel, qui s'était collé contre le mur, au bout. Il avait remonté ses genoux sous son menton et avait enfoui son visage dans ses mains, accablé. Sakura s'assit en indien, sans détourner son regard du jeune homme, haletante. - Li... onel..., souffla-t-elle, le souffle court. Regarde-moi, j't'en prie, demanda-t-elle doucement en s'approchant, à quatre pattes. Il leva son regard, et eut un pincement au cœur. Son regard reflétait une douleur énorme, trop grande pour un seul homme, et il avait des larmes dans les yeux. - Sakura, ma Sakura, pardonne-moi, je... je ne sais pas ce qu'il m'a pris... Oh, mon dieu... Pardonne-moi, Saki... Sakura s'assit sur ses genoux devant lui. Lionel renifla et essuya ses yeux. Il planta son regard dans celui de Sakura, cherchant à comprendre comment elle se sentait, s'il l'avait blessée. Elle semblait hésitée, comme si elle ne savait pas quoi penser, comment réagir. - Je n'avais pas le droit, expliqua-t-il en prenant sa main, déployant ses longs doigts fins. Tu es fiancée à Brandon, je ne sais pas ce que j'ai pensé, je... je n'avais pas le droit, tu... Je sais bien que tu l'aimes, je sais que... ne m'aime pas, mais j'ai pas pu... me contrôler... cette fois... - Cette fois ? répéta Sakura, qui fixait un point sur le mur sans réagir. - Je... je t'aime depuis si longtemps, Sakura... J'ai toujours su me contrôler, t'être respectueux... je suis désolé, Sakura, vraiment... Sakura comprit alors ce qu'il désignait en prenant sa main. - Non... ça m'a fait du bien... je le voulais aussi depuis si longtemps... tu embrasses si bien ! rigola-t-elle, sans toutefois lâcher le point invisible sur le mur. Brandon... jamais personne ne pourra me faire vibrer comme toi... Je n'ai jamais ressenti un tel bien-être durant un baiser... Elle lâcha alors le mur, revenant à la réalité. Elle se leva, laissant sa main glisser de celle froide de Lionel, qui avait pâli d'angoisse. Elle marcha lentement jusqu'à son bureau et enleva solennellement son anneau de fiançailles de son doigt. Elle le glissa dans une boite en velours. - J'irai la porter demain à Brandon... Il mérite plus... qu'une fille amoureuse d'un autre, souffla-t-elle en souriant tendrement. Lionel... Pourquoi est-ce que tu ne m'as jamais rien dit ? - ...Je ne voulais pas détruire notre amitié, répondit-il en lui tendant la main pour qu'elle vienne s'assoir près de lui. Elle prit la main qu'il lui était tendue et s'assit à côté de Lionel, sur son oreiller. Elle leva son bras et le mit autour d'elle, blottissant sa tête contre son cou, sur son épaule. Lionel l'enserra tendrement, le cœur encore plein de reproches. Il l'embrassa dans les cheveux. - Lionel ? - ...Oui ? - ...Tu n'aurais pas gâché notre amitié... Parce que c'est une réponse affirmative que tu aurais reçue... Lionel pencha la tête. - Je t'aime, murmura Sakura en levant à son tour la tête pour l'embrasser une nouvelle fois, cette fois lentement et doucement. Lionel sourit dans le baiser et la serra fort contre lui. Moi aussi, je t'aime, Sakura, très fort. Je t'aime, je t'aimerai toujours. Ils se blottirent l'un contre l'autre et s'endormirent dans le temps de le dire. Natasha passait près de la chambre de Sakura et fut étonnée de ne rien entendre. Elle passa sa tête dans l'entrebâillement, jetant un coup d'œil. Toutes les chandelles étaient éteintes, et les deux amoureux dormaient, blottis l'un contre l'autre. Elle sourit et entra. Elle marcha silencieusement jusqu'à la fenêtre et baissa les rideaux. Lionel remua mais ne se réveilla pas, se blottissant simplement davantage contre sa nouvelle copine, et future femme. Natasha sourit tendrement en les voyant. En se retournant, elle aperçut la boite, avec l'anneau de Sakura. Elle sourit tristement en comprenant. Elle embrassa ses deux "enfants" sur le front, puis sortit. "Bonne chance", souffla-t-elle en fermant la porte.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english Очень вкусно! Chapter 1 Солнечный день баловал маленький корабль, покачиваясь на волнах, он шел на всех парусах. С палубы то и дело слышались недовольные возгласы, но кока это не отвлекало: камбуз был его полем боя, и вмешиваться он никому не позволит. Сняв чёрный пиджак и ослабив хватку галстука, парень отбросил их на стул в углу, надевая фартук: еда – еда, но вещи пачкать – удовольствия мало. Расстегнув верхние пуговицы и засучив рукава рубашки, Санджи принялся за дело. "Замечательный день. Сегодня я приготовлю нечто особенное: блюдо, которое заставит Нами-сан, попробовав, растаять и влюбиться в меня. Ах, Нами-сван!" Мысли крутились в голове блондина, пока он вертелся по кухне между холодильником, столешницей, раковиной и плитой. Одинокая сигарета тлела на краю пепельницы; Санджи всегда забывал докуривать, находясь в предвкушении. "Нами-сван, сама судьба выбрала меня быть вашим верным рыцарем. Ничто не сможет это изменить!" Кок последовательно добавлял ингредиенты в маленькую кастрюлю, помешивая содержимое. "Это вкус моей любви, Нами-сван", – подумал парень, добавив какао, сахар и корицу. Поставив кастрюлю, кок начал разделывать мясо, отделяя самые сочные кусочки от сухожилий и костей. "Всё лучшее для прекрасной леди", – напевал Санджи, переложив мясо в миску с подготовленным маринадом из соли и специй, перемешанных с соусом, чтобы убрать излишнюю жесткость и придать блюду неповторимый вкус. "Этот вкус моей любви". Он помнил все уроки, что преподавал ему старикан Джеф, особенно тот, самый первый: Санджи не позволит себе роскошь – выбрасывать то, что ещё может послужить едой. Вот и сейчас он бросил кости к сухожилиям и жиру на сковороде, заливая всё водой и ставя на огонь. В духовке, на медленном огне, уже томились большие куски мяса на косточке. Луффи будет доволен. Оказывается, это такая морока – прокормить их капитана. Блондин иногда задумывался, что могло произойти, не появись этот безбашенный парнишка на "Баратти"… и всегда отгонял мрачные мысли, как сегодня. Довольный, он поставил маленькую кастрюлю на водяную баню, помешивая содержимое, которое из сыпучего, твёрдого и жидкого состояния постепенно переходило в равномерную массу с ровным оттенком – шоколад, как украшение, как заключительный аккорд в гамме вкусов. Санджи позволил себе немного расслабиться. Он снял с огня кастрюлю со сладкой ароматной массой – её осталось только прогреть, чтобы, полив мясо птицы, подать ароматное творение мисс Навигатору. Блондин снял фартук, отбросил его на скамью и ухмыльнулся, потянувшись к почти истлевшей сигарете. Сегодня он в очередной раз блеснёт своими талантами. Но стоило пальцам прикоснуться к фильтру, как раздался грохот, и в дверь влетел, сбивая с ног и впечатывая его в пол, крутящийся шумный ком. "Что за дерьмо?!" – Санджи схватился за ушибленный затылок, сдерживая приступ головокружения и поднимая взгляд на чёрную макушку капитана. Миска со сладким содержимым, перевернувшись в воздухе пару раз, шлёпнулась на грудь кока вверх дном, довершая погром – "Какого чёрта вы здесь устроили?! А ну, марш отсюда!" "А, Санджи, прости", – как ни в чём не бывало усевшись верхом на кока, Луффи улыбнулся своей обезоруживающей улыбкой. "Усопп! Зоро! Всё в порядке!" – крикнул Монки, мгновенно переключаясь на манящие запахи, что витали в воздухе. Он вдыхал и выдыхал, довольно прикрыв глаза и уже начал пускать слюни – "Я скоро приду!" "Мне повторить?" – начиная багроветь от возмущения, процедил Санджи, пытаясь опереться локтями о пол, чтобы привстать – "Слезь с меня и марш отсюда! А то не видать тебе добавки!" Санджи злился на этих троих – он всегда заочно приплюсовывал Усоппа и Зоро ко всем проделкам капитана – из-за всего: из-за того, что они, ходячие катастрофы, вот так вот громят всё; из-за того, что влипают во всякие неприятности, оборачивающиеся опасностью для Нами-сан; из-за того, что такие вот выкрутасы оборачиваются лишним переводом редких продуктов. И вот сейчас, когда шоколадно-пряный соус (чего ему стоило только собрать все необходимые ингредиенты!) частично стекает по рубашке, частично растекается по телу, – ещё чуть-чуть, и Санджи сам будет похож на поджаренную курицу под шоколадно-пряным соусом, – а виновник сидит на нём, не помышляя слезать, внимательно смотрит и улыбается, – как ни в чём не бывало. "Прости, прости. Скоро обед?" – поинтересовался капитан. Казалось, что Луффи всё было нипочём. Проигнорировав негодование кока, он взял миску с остатками соуса и провёл указательным пальцем по стенке посуды, отправляя его в рот и слизывая сладкую каплю. Обсосав палец, Луффи тут же восторженно спросил: "Ммм, вкусно. А ещё есть?" Санджи, не понимая, почему он продолжает терпеть присутствие Монки в его святая святых, на кухне, замер и нервно сглотнул, наблюдая за действиями капитана. И почему он сразу не вышвырнул парня с камбуза? "Что?! А ты как думаешь?" – возмутился блондин, сверля капитана голубыми глазами – "Присмотрись и сам ответишь на свой вопрос. Но прежде – слезь с меня!" – "А-а-а", – протянул Луффи, улыбаясь рассерженному Санджи – "Тогда не будем переводить еду". Прежде чем кок сообразил, чем ему грозит такое неожиданное умозаключение капитана, Луффи растянул руки и схватил Санджи за запястья, лишая тем самым опоры. Парень вновь ударился затылком о дерево, прикусив язык в попытке возмутиться. А Монки наклонился и, сначала осторожно, коснулся языком шеи Санджи, где темнела небольшая капля шоколадного соуса, которая тут же исчезла, оставив после себя чуть влажный след. Блондин тихонько выдохнул и вздрогнул не столько от неожиданного прикосновения, сколько от легкой прохлады, что осталась после. Луффи, не задумываясь, принялся зубами расстегивать рубашку, посасывая временами ткань с соусом: это было больше похоже на возню маленького голодного котёнка. "Чтоб тебя! Ты чего это удумал?" – уже для собственного успокоения поинтересовался Санджи, когда его уже почти что раздели: шоколад застыл неровной дорожкой от груди до пояза, большая часть соуса собралась на животе. Капитан поднял голову и, всё также очаровательно улыбаясь, ответил: "Собираюсь перекусить". До этого Санджи не знал, что Монки может быть настолько сильным – у него не было ни единого шанса высвободиться из резиновой хватки. А Луффи, не теряя времени даром, принялся слизывать соус, осторожно поддевая зубами уже застывшую массу. Горячее дыхание капитана, невидимые влажные следы, что он оставлял за собой, но большей частью прикосновения языка играли с коком злую шутку: сердцебиение учащалось, дыхание затруднялось каждый раз, когда Луффи задевал зубами кожу, а язык следом слизывал добытое угощение. Санджи прикрыл глаза, распластанный на полу камбуза; он чувствовал себя угрём, которого забавы ради бросили на раскалённую сковороду. "Это всё неправильно! Хватит! Прекрати!" – то и дело мысленно твердил кок, но каждое новое прикосновение лишало его сил, произнести хоть что-то, кроме невнятных "уууф", "ааах" и "ффыа". Попытки думать на отвлечённые темы позорно проваливались, вся концентрация летела к чёрту – тяжесть чужого тела возбуждала его, распаляя. Ему было и жарко и холодно одновременно, но избежать этой странной экзекуции никак не удавалось, а Луффи не торопился. Монки, не отвлекаясь от своего занятия, увлеченно поедал сладко-пряную массу, старательно вылизывая места, где она была, стараясь не упустить ни одной, даже самой маленькой капли. Он медленно, но уверенно продвигался вниз, не обращая внимания на то, что тело под ним странновато постанывало и вздрагивало. Санджи смирился. Его щёки были пунцовыми, в висках оглушительно стучало, тело изнывало, требуя большего внимания к паху, когда Мугивара прошёлся губами вокруг пупка. Несмотря на то, что капитан над ним так измывается, это не казалось Санджи отвратительным или тошнотворно отталкивающим, наоборот – ему хотелось крикнуть постыдное "Ещё!", чтобы продолжить этот своеобразный банкет. Он уже почти чувствовал, как Луффи начинает ласкать и целовать его всего. И вот, когда Санджи уже готов был отдаться на милость победителя, всё закончилось: крепкая хватка исчезла, освобождая руки, как и приятная тяжесть капитана, вызывая в нём вздох разочарования. Недоумевая, блондин открыл глаза, жмурясь от яркого света, и прежде чем зрение вернулось в норму, он услышал: "Спасибо, Санджи! Было оче-е-ень вкусно-о-о!" Луффи быстрыми шагами покинул камбуз, оставив кока одного. Мгновенно придя в себя, Санджи вскочил и бросился к плите, думая увидеть чёрные угли вместо блюд, но время ощущение обмануло его – прошло всего десять минут, всё готово. Выключив огонь, кок краем глаза посмотрел на кастрюлю, что продолжала одиноко стоять на полу, как забытое дитя. Он поднял её и броском отправил в мойку. "Никогда больше", – прошептал Санджи, под стальной грохот стали о сталь, – "я не буду готовить шоколад". Всё, что ему сейчас нужно – это холодный душ. Когда довольный Мугивара вышел из камбуза, его тут же окрикнули. "Эй, Луффи!" – Усопп сидел в тени, прислонившись к мачте – "Ты чего так долго?" "Ааа!" – довольно протянул парень – "Я пробовал новое блюдо Санджи! Было очень вкусно!"

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english Chapter 1 Правда страшнее любого вымысла. Но мне жаль мужика - столько воздерживаться. Ну, не факт, не факт... Бордели на островах Грандлайна наверняка были. С его маниакальным желанием поймать Луффи, у него нет времени на это. Разве что на скорую руку, да, всё по-детски невинно. Всего-то про бордели говорим. "Что для других кинк, то для меня будни." И про мастурбацию на листовку. Для Смокера это вообще педофилия, т.к. старше в два раза почти. Когда такая "любовь", границы размываются напрочь: адреналин, гормоны, ты мой до гроба. Вот уже пятый месяц корабль дозорных находился в плавании. Погоня, с недолгими заходами в портовые города, хоть и закаливает дух, но и выматывает. Главное - цель стоит затраченных сил. Так ли это? Смокер прикуривал восьмую сигару подряд, пребывая в нетерпении от возможной и предстоящей встречи с Мугиварой. Сколько прошло с того момента в Арабасте? Месяц? Два? Три? Какая к чёрту разница! Мужчину не волновало то, что он вот так вот, сорвавшись с места своего предписания в Логтауне, рванул за каким-то пиратом на Гранд Лайн. Но куда им! Этим правительственным собакам не понять того, что чувствует сейчас Смокер. Ему хотелось рычать и биться головой о стену, но, вместо этого, он упал в кресло и, закинув ноги на стол, положил листовку себе на бедра, созерцая самую лучезарную улыбку на свете. Дым же продолжал заполнять маленькое пространство капитанской каюты, не имея возможности вырваться на волю, так как был навечно привязан к хозяину, что продолжал всматриваться в лицо парня. Монки Д. Луффи, награда сто миллионов белли. Живым или мертвым – гласил клочок бумаги. Всё было прекрасно до появления этого мальца. Смокер жил своей тихой беззаботной жизнью дозорного, охотившись на всевозможную мелочь, что, рискуя всем, появлялась в Логтауне – конечном пункте их недолгого путешествия и попытке попасть на Гранд Лайн, чтобы найти Ван Пис. Смокер знал, где-то глубоко в подсознании, что никто из этих жалких отбросов не смог бы достичь величия Гол Д. Роджера. «Чёрт!» - ругнулся про себя Смокер и закрыл глаза, вспоминая тот жаркий день, кардинально изменивший его жизнь, повернув её в океан. Это чувство трепета, смешанное с восхищением и восторгом, отдающее толикой влюблённости, что охватило его тогда, когда Смокер увидел знаменитого Короля Пиратов ускоряли сердцебиение. Он не помнил, что оставило его стоять на ногах, подкашивающихся то ли от долгого бега, то ли от того, что пират, чья фигура почти затмевала солнце в глазах мальчишки, бросил взгляд на него, спокойно улыбаясь, будто совершал прогулку по своему родному городу, а не шел на эшафот. Смокер помнил это ощущение, которое и теперь пробегало мурашками по коже. Напряжение от преследования, скопившееся за это время, сказывалось всё сильнее и сильнее. И тут же на смену событиям двадцатилетней давности, перед глазами мужчины возник улыбающийся парень. Тот злосчастный день был таким же жарким, но сами небеса помогли Мугиваре уйти и продвинуться так далеко. Эта улыбка, чёрт, всегда такая невозмутимая и искренняя. Тогда, там, в камере из кайросеке, он сдерживался, чтобы не вцепиться в парня, на усладу Крокодайлу. Его никто не смог бы остановить: ни накама пирата, находящиеся рядом, ни сам мальчишка, пытавшийся вывести шичибукая из равновесия постоянными возгласами - «Я надеру тебе задницу, Крокодайл!!!». Смокеру едва удавалось сохранять невозмутимость. И тогда, когда всё сложилось не в его пользу, он готовился умереть, а мальчишка спас его. Пусть не своими руками, но Мугивара отдал приказ, который был исполнен. Смокер отпустил их – долг платежом красен. Но эта улыбка всё равно не давала капитану покоя. Она будто жгла калёным железом его чувство справедливости и чести. В каюте становилось душно или же его охватило жаром пустыни при воспоминаниях или же его тело напоминает, что физиологию не отменишь. Он снял куртку и кинул ее на пол. От любого случайного прикосновения к собственному телу мурашки ползли по коже прямиком в пах. Смокер пытался вспомнить, сколько у него не было секса? Полгода? Последний раз был в Арабасте за день до его столкновения с Эйсом, и позже, появлением Мугивары. Смокер не думал, что это преследование так затянется, и вот тело требует разрядки, иначе он накинется на единственную женщину на судне. Всё в той же позе, сидя за столом, расстегнув пояс, мужчина ещё сомневался в затее, но запустив руку в трусы и коснувшись члена, послал всё к чертям. У него стоял, хотя и не было предпосылок к этому. Но Смокер не собирался в этом разбираться, лишь сильнее сжав зубами сигары, вытащил хозяйство из тесного плена трусов. От прикосновения обветренных и сухих рук он вздрогнул и, закрыв глаза, представил пышногрудую девицу, что медленно ласкает его плоть своим язычком, игриво и дразня и оставляя влажный след слюны. Легкий выдох – пальцы касаются головки, а в воображении девица уже взяла в рот. Он заводится ещё сильнее, продолжая водить рукой, размазывая выделившуюся влагу, выгнувшись в спине и запрокинув голову назад. Фантазия же продолжает подменять реальность: горячий рот жадно глотает и отпускает, слегка поддевая чувствительную плоть зубами. Сейчас, в воображении, мужчина, опустив взгляд, увидит её фальшиво-прищуренные глаза. Но нет, подсознание подставляет то, что он больше всего желает - вместо девушки на коленях стоит Мугивара. Обнаженный, в наручниках из кайросеки, застёгнутыми за юношеской спиной. Его чуть испуганный, удивлённый взгляд распахнутых карих глаз подстёгивает либидо Смокера. Эта картина не отпугивает и отвращает, а только сильнее возбуждает дозорного. Да, чёрт возьми! Он хочет ЭТОГО! То ускоряя, то замедляя движение руки, Смокер мысленно запускает пальцы в чёрные волосы мальчишки, задавая угодный для себя темп, заставляя Луффи полностью заглатывать член и почти давиться им. Но мальчишка не сильно-то и сопротивляется, даже искренне томно прикрывает глаза. Смокеру нравится это видеть, пусть фантазируя, но он получит своё. Ещё парочка движений вверх-вниз и мужчина кончает, под собственный протяжно-хриплый стон-выкрик – сигары падают на деревянный пол, продолжая тлеть. Но разрядка не принесла ожидаемого удовлетворения – ещё не всё. Смокер продолжает фантазировать и кровь вновь приливает к члену. Вот он, задрав голову пирата, вслушивается в кашель, которым заходится паренёк, пытаясь вытравить из лёгких то, чем подавился. Недолго думая над позой, Смокер хочет видеть лицо Мугивары, он сажает Луффи на колени, чтобы наскоро подготовить того к продолжению. Придерживая одной рукой ногу пирата, другой он вводит сразу два пальца в анус под громкий всхлип Монки, понемногу растягивая и давая привыкнуть к ощущениям. Потом он войдёт весь и сразу, чтобы услышать ещё один всхлип и почувствовать мелкую дрожь – им обоим будет больно, но мужчине хочется заставить вот так вот трепетать парня поначалу. Смокер, поглаживая себя, большим пальцем провёл по головке, повторяя другой рукой то же круговое движение вокруг твёрдого соска. И вот он вновь возобновляет движения рукой вверх-вниз, обхватив ладонью возбуждённую плоть. А потом… Смокер, не забывая приласкать Мугивару, задаст свой темп, — страстный, дикий, голодный и жадный, чтобы прочно занести происходящее в телесную память. От воображаемой картины и от движений мужчина вновь кончил. Покрытый испариной, тяжело дыша, Смокер открыл глаза и уставился в потолок: серый дым всё так же обволакивал каюту, ожидая приказа. А он наконец-то насытился и расслабился, но нужно привести себя в порядок – скоро корабль прибудет в порт. Взгляд серых глаз упал на листовку: она, вся в подтёках, пошла волнами, успев впитать влагу. Удивительно, весь удар она приняла на себя. Неожиданный стук вырвал мужчину из круговорота мыслей. "Капитан, мы скоро прибудем в Ватер Севен", - доложили. "Доложите, когда город появится на горизонте", - рявкнул Смокер. "Это всё?" "Нет, капитан". Заминка. Пауза – это всегда не к добру. "Что ещё?" - спросил мужчина, и дым под хозяйским гнётом начал сгущаться. "Поступил приказ свыше о том, что нам предписано прибыть на базу…", - но Смокер не слушал, продолжая смотреть на чуть смятую листовку с полупрозрачными белыми каплями, с которой ему всё так же лучезарно улыбался юный пират. "Ты мой, Мугивара", - сказал Смокер, сминая грубую бумагу, одновременно вытирая руку и отправляя влажный комок в корзину. "Только мой". Мужчина облегчённо выдохнул – ближайшие месяц-два он сможет потерпеть. Но первым делом в портовом городе он посетит бордель. Натянув трусы, мужчина заметил тлеющие сигары, что уже успели выжечь два тёмных пятна на полу. Смокер поднял их и кинул в пепельницу. После чего он встал и отправился в душ, чтобы смыть на время с себя порочные мысли и переодеться. Серый дым, будто туман, довольно распластался по каюте, оставляя только очертания. На маленьком корабле юноша в соломенной шляпе громко чихнул. Чоппер, засуетившись, с криком: "Луффи! Ты заболел?!" - бросился к парню, дабы поймать того и предотвратить любое заболевание, которое мог подхватить их капитан. IV 2012

This is a fanfic story. Genre: anime The Sexual Awakening of Isabelle Rostain Chapter 1 DISCLAIMER If you are reading this, it means you have knowledge of the content of this story and wish to read it because you want to. Otherwise, you must leave now. This story is only to be read by people of proper age or in places where adult content is not forbidden. Additionally, this story is a parody using characters, situations, and places that belong to other people and/or companies, which did not endorse the author. These characters, situations, and places are only borrowed for use in this fictional piece, which is to be taken as fiction and nothing else. If you are aware of everything written here, enjoy the reading. If not, it is best to walk away. Content of the Story: No sex (prologue). Tags about scenes in each chapter. Subject: Isabelle de Paris (Paris no Isabelle) Characters involved: Isabelle Rostain, Jeannette Lagrange (OC), Ian Daniels (OC), and various other OCs Author: Victor2K Isabelle de Paris (Paris no Isabelle) – The Sexual Awakening of Isabelle Rostain, by Isabelle Rostain PROLOGUE (OR WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD AND, THEN, I WAS ALIVE AGAIN) When I write these words, I do not know what to expect from you, dear reader, regarding what I have to discuss. This is not a fairytale or a story with a tragic ending. This is a true story about how a woman overcame the worst that could happen in her life and found salvation in the arms of people she never imagined she would. And through ways she would not have wondered even in her deepest and most secret dreams or thoughts. This woman is me, Isabelle Rostain. It has been seven years since the Franco-Prussian War. Seven years since my life turned upside down, and I, until now, was never capable of recovering properly. Until the war, I was just a young girl from a noble family, used to everything the best life has to offer, living a sheltered and protected life, far from the burdens of the outside world. But then, it happened… There isn't a day when I do not cry or shiver when remembering what happened. The war changed my life in ways I cannot fathom to explain in a few words. My sheltered life was broken, and I decided to enlist myself to save Paris from the Prussians and the traitors who wanted to destroy the city for their own profit. But this sacrifice resulted in losing my family, friends, and the people I loved. The greed of war took them away from me, exacting payment in blood and destroying the world I lived in until that time. I tried to save Paris, and fate rewarded me in the worst way possible. Only God, in His mercy, knows why I was spared from the same fate as them. I cry just to remember and relive the scenes, wondering how I could not stop seeing the people I loved die. Daily, I refrain from remembering that, because my heart aches profoundly while my memories replay the tragic book my life was when I was 15. A tragedy I am only recovering from now. Since those days, I wandered around the streets of Paris, without anything, as the war took everything I had. I did everything to support myself, things I would not even think to do if my life remained unblemished. It was when I had my first contact with carnal things, the things of the body. Yes, I was a prostitute in the streets, but it was not the best thing I did. Just remembering that, I feel disgust thinking about the people I had to 'serve' and the things they made me do. I do not know why, but I quite survived being just 'Isabelle de Paris'. For a moment, I thought I would be wandering forever, trying to find a path to save myself or die in the process. Again, God had mercy on my soul and allowed me to live. I thought I would not be saved from that until Jeannette came. Everything I have now, I have because of her. Everything I am is because of Jeannette Lagrange. My friend, my lover… my everything… She was the one who saved me, who brought me into a state of peace. And the one who made me love the pleasures of the flesh and become the most desired woman in France, I guess. This is why I am writing these words. Because of Jeannette, but not just because of her. There was Ian too, my lover, my friend, and also my everything. Because of my family, friends, and the ones I lost, here is my salute. And this is how my story begins. Chapter 2 JEANNETTE LAGRANGE Wandering around the streets of Paris for a year (or years, I lost all notion of time), I tried to shake up my life and restore my dignity. But it was hard. The only places where I found myself living were the seediest in France, the ones a woman from my origin would never step foot in her lifetime. But I did. I did the worst things I had to do to survive in the streets. I only did not rob or commit any violent crime, but other things, like resorting to selling my body as a prostitute; yes, I can say I did. Remembering that still gives me shivers that make me almost throw up with disgust at those memories. For now, I refrain from even mentioning them. Maybe sometime I will, but to me, I prefer not to remember about it. All those years I spent wandering and trying to shake off the bruises and scars the war gave me. If you knew what I did to at least try to survive, you would not believe what I have to speak, but I am not ready to dare remembering. I believed I would not stand a day or more alive, being subject to things that I still do not want to remember. I believed that some force punished me because of what happened with my family. I thought it was a divine punishment because I failed in the mission to save Paris and the people I loved from dying. Days and nights were longer parades of suffering, pain, and sadness. But they always say there is a light at the end of the tunnel… I never believed in that before Jeannette Lagrange came into my life. She is the light at the end of my tunnel. And how I found her was something out of sheer luck. A friend of our family, Jacques Riston, found me in the street one day, trying to get whatever things my very paltry money could buy. I tried to run, but he recognized me and took me out of the streets to his place, where I found temporary shelter for a few days. He had moved from Paris to the south, but learned about what happened with my family and decided to help me recover my life. "You don't have to stay in Paris. This place brings you no pleasant feelings. I shall take you with me to Cannes," he said. "Cannes?" "I know somebody who can help you there. Remember Jeannette Lagrange?" he asked. This is where I have to begin talking about my savior and the one who, without doubt, I have to credit (Jacques as well, but her even more) for being alive and writing these words. The Lagranges were a family who had a manor closer to ours in Paris, and our families were friends and often visited each other. They had only one daughter, Jeannette. My last memory of her was when she was about eight or nine years old, before her family moved to the south. Her parents always brought her to play with me and my sister Geneviève, and we spent afternoons at the lawn or our place or hers, running, playing with dolls, and making fairytales out of nowhere. Jeannette was a lovely girl, but she always had a resignation about being alone all the time. Not having a brother or sister quite disappointed her, and she always told us how she envied Geneviève and me for having each other. That, however, never made Jeannette a bitter girl, and she was one of the best friends I can deem worthy of the title. I had only seen her once or twice since she moved to Cannes with her family, where her father ran the family's businesses and luckily escaped the chaos Paris became during the invasion. Mr. Riston managed to send a letter to her, and she told him she would be gladly welcoming me there. He then arranged transportation, and without even stopping to breathe, we took the route to Cannes, where my future would be bright and pleasant. During the trip, Jacques informed me that her parents had died a few years ago and she was lonely at the big house, saying how Jeannette daily lamented the fact that she lived alone and needed company. And who else better than another young lady to take care of her? "I don't see Jeannette in years. I imagine how she is today," I thought. The breeze of the sea brought me a sensation of peace when we arrived in Cannes. I couldn't help but amaze myself while seeing the city, the beaches, the Mediterranean, the homes, the streets… things I didn't know existed, even if I lived all my life in Paris, the center of the world. I didn't know by then why I felt fine when I got there; I guessed maybe because I was happy to finally leave Paris and restart my life. Finally, we arrived at the Lagrange Manor. The house itself didn't surprise me, as it looked like my old place, being on a road somewhat far from the coast. Quickly, I saw the servants come to me and get my luggage, two men in black jackets and trousers, and another who apparently was her butler. "Miss Rostain?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Follow me, please," he said. I walked behind him, his name Berthold, a man with a little bit of a German accent and wearing a white wig. A man apparently older than my father was, but his strength while helping the servants with my luggage (Jacques and I managed to buy a few clothes and stuff after he found me) didn't give him any 'old man' looks. Once inside, two maids, one an overweight older woman with brown hair, which really looked like the one we had in my house, and the other being a slender brunette, were at the door, as they followed me to the room where Jeannette was to wait for her new 'lady in waiting'. "Mademoiselle Jeannette, mademoiselle Rostain," Berthold announced. When I was allowed to enter the big living room, she was looking through the window to the road and the city, where the hills oversaw. When she turned around to see me, she giggled and smiled at me. "Isabelle! Look at you! It's been a while!" she exclaimed.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: television Chapter 1 Claire felt a little adventurous that morning. She put on the little, perfectly fitting, see-through, red bra she had just bought, and the matching crotchless panties. Then she put on her normal outfit as she usually did. She planned on surprising Phil later. Meanwhile, Phil got an amazing offer from Jay: he invited Phil golfing for the first time, and Phil couldn't wait. So, after bringing the kids to school, Phil and Jay went golfing. Gloria called Claire over to talk, because she still wasn't sure if Claire liked her. Claire, unsure if she should go, went against her better judgment. Gloria didn't waste a second. She handed Claire a glass of white wine the second she walked in. Claire barely had a chance to sit down on the couch before Gloria asked her, "Why don't you like me?" Claire choked on her wine. "Why wouldn't I like you? I mean... you are my dad's wife. You're basically my... new... mom. Oh my god! My new mom is a gold digger!" Claire regretted speaking as soon as she started. Gloria was shocked. She took Claire's glass and threw it against a wall, which made Claire flinch. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a gold digger? I love your father. I have enough of your stupid behavior! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Claire didn't know what Gloria meant by teaching her a lesson, but before she could ask, Gloria had taken off her skin-tight dress and presented a huge black strap-on. Claire didn't want to admit it, but seeing Gloria in her tight dresses, parading her breasts, made her wet, and she didn't like that. And she was pretty sure that her tight jeans now had a huge wet spot in the crotch area. Seeing Gloria naked with her gorgeous, big breasts exposed did something to Claire, and the strap-on made it worse. Claire could feel herself getting hornier and wetter by the second. The strong Latina pushed Claire down and pulled out a red ball gag between the couch cushions and forced it into Claire's mouth. Claire tried to resist, but she was no match for the hot Colombian woman, and deep down, she knew that she didn't really want to either. Gloria leaned over and kissed Claire's neck before ripping off her pants. "Oh! I see... I wasn't the only one who had ideas for today..." Gloria started laughing. Claire tried to explain this and scream at Gloria, but the gag was too big, and she had no chance to make anything other than muffled sounds. "Look how wet you are! I know you're going to love what's about to come." Gloria's head was so close to Claire's wet pussy that if she stuck out her tongue, she could lick it. Claire tried to fight it, but she had no chance. And the longing for Gloria to finally fuck her got stronger by the second. Gloria moved, but Claire stopped resisting a bit, which gave Gloria time to pull out a rope between the same cushions she already pulled out the gag. Then, with one swift motion, she ripped off Claire's blouse, which made her squeal and scream. "Claire! Calm down, I know you're loving this." Claire started crying. Not because she was in this situation, but because she knew Gloria was right. "That's a very nice bra! But let me take it off." She opened the hook and took it off carefully. Afterwards, she took Claire's hands and bound them behind her back. Then she forced Claire to sit up again. She just sat there, helpless, while Gloria took off her pants, which were located at her ankles until now, and put her heels back on her feet. They must have fallen off when Gloria pushed her down. Gloria spread Claire's legs and kneeled between them. Her head lingered close to Claire's pussy, and Claire really wanted her to lick it at this point, but then she moved up, and Claire got a little bit wetter every second. When Gloria was close to Claire's small breasts, she finally licked her right nipple, which made Claire shiver. "I see. You are really starting to enjoy this." Then she winked at Claire and continued licking Claire's nipples. Suddenly, she stopped and moved her head up even further. "I like it too!" Then she put both her hands on Claire's face and licked the big ball gag that was full of Claire's spit, which had already started dripping down between her small little breasts. Gloria started to kiss Claire's neck and move down again. When she was close to Claire's pussy once more, she stopped for a second. Claire started to push forward with her hips, desperate to finally feel Gloria's hot, big, soft lips where she wanted them the most. There was a small pool of juice that had collected there because Claire was so wet for her. But Gloria wanted her to wait a little. She put her hands around her and grabbed her small, muscular ass, before starting to kiss and lick her inner thighs. Claire really tried to fight it, but she wanted it so bad. She tried to scream out, but again, only muffled sounds came out of her. Suddenly, Gloria stopped and stood up. She went to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pink collar that said "Bitch" and a matching leash. She put it around Claire's neck, fixed the leash onto the hook, and told her to get up. Claire, horny and not thinking straight, did as she was told and followed Gloria, who held the other end of the leash, up the stairs. "Yes! Follow me like the good little bitch you are!" Claire, following every instruction Gloria gave her, left nothing but a few drops of her pussy juice and some saliva on the stairs. Upstairs, in Jay's office, Gloria bent Claire over the desk and fixed her end of the leash to a heavy cabinet, so that she had to stay bent over in the position Gloria put her. Then she proceeded to take a rope on each side and fix Claire's feet to the table legs. Claire, now standing there spread wide open, was desperate for Gloria to finally ram that strap-on into her. She tried to beg, but she couldn't make anything but her muffled noises. But now they were not angry and loud anymore. Now they were soft, pleading moans coming through the red ball gag, letting Gloria know she got exactly what she wanted. But now, Gloria wanted more. She wanted Claire to suffer a bit longer, before she finally released her with that gorgeous black dildo she had strapped around her hips. She opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a paddle. She started spanking Claire, leaving her making desperate noises and wanting Gloria more with each passing second and each hit from the paddle onto her tiny, round ass cheeks. Finally, not even Gloria could resist the built-up passion in the room. She stopped spanking Claire and knelt behind her, so that her head was just inches away from Claire's pussy, which dripped like a waterfall. Gloria pulled apart Claire's ass cheeks before she started slowly licking Claire's pussy. It didn't take long, with the skilled tongue of the hot Latina, that Claire came and squirted all over the place. "Ay, Claire! You're a bad girl, making everything wet! I think I'll have to teach you a lesson!" Not even Gloria said it in the rough, angry tone she started out with. Now it was lovingly and with the intention of actually giving Claire a good time. Gloria also realized that she had just been pushing Claire away because she wanted to get dangerously close to her. She was married to Claire's father, but wanted to sleep with her since the moment she first saw her. Finally, after waiting all this time, Gloria pushed the big, long dildo into Claire's tight pussy. Because the strap-on had an extension, Gloria also had a big and long dildo inside of her, and with every thrust, she also came closer to orgasming. There was a time when the room was just filled with the lustful moans of two absolutely stunning women having the best sex either one ever had. They both came simultaneously and squirted all over the floor. Gloria pulled out and walked around Claire, whose head was at the perfect height to reach Gloria's pussy. First, Gloria took off Claire's mouth gag and gave her a passionate kiss. "Claire. I want you to suck my dick and taste yourself on it," Gloria said with a smile on her face. Claire, absolutely loving this moment, went right ahead and opened her mouth wide for Gloria to put it in, which didn't take long. Claire was so eager, she deep-throated the entire thing. Gloria, on the verge of another orgasm, pulled out almost completely and pushed it in until Claire's nose was touching her stomach. That's when she came. Claire started crying, but held on until Gloria's orgasm had worn off. That's when Gloria pulled it out completely and told her she did a good job. After giving her another passionate kiss, Gloria took off the strap-on and proceeded to put the end that was just inside of her into Claire's mouth as well. Claire, desperate to taste Gloria, loved that she did that and went crazy on the dildo until Gloria pulled it out of her mouth. "I see you like the way I taste... Ay, Claire! I want to feel your tongue." With that, she took a step closer towards Claire, who didn't waste a second and started licking Gloria as soon as she could reach her. Because of the collar, she didn't have a big range of motion, which made Gloria unhook the leash. From there on, Claire went absolutely crazy and made Gloria squirt in her mouth within seconds. Gloria took a step back and went around Claire again. She knelt down and undid the ropes at Claire's feet that bound her to the table. "Take a step back, gorgeous." Claire did as she was told, and Gloria started undoing the rope that bound Claire's arms. As soon as the rope was gone, Claire turned around without saying a word, put her hands on Gloria's face, and gave her a passionate kiss. She saw her father's desk chair and pushed Gloria onto it. After that, she sat on top of her and kissed her wildly, while one of her hands was fingering Gloria and the other one was fidgeting with one of her enormous breasts. Gloria just grabbed Claire's ass cheeks while being kissed. Claire stopped for a moment. "Do you like that... mommy?" she said it in her typical sarcastic voice, but gave it a touch of sexy. "I see... someone has found her voice again. Let's put that mouth to better use." She pulled Claire up and pushed her to the floor. Claire just sat there and started licking the fingers that were just inside of Gloria. "You seem to like the way I taste. Let's give you another taste then, shall we?" She pushed Claire's face into her pussy. Claire didn't waste a second to taste Gloria's pussy again and put her hands around Gloria, grabbing and slapping her ass while she was licking her. This time, it didn't take much longer than the last time for Gloria to start squirting in Claire's mouth. "Don't swallow it!" Claire did as she was told, and Gloria pulled her up. "Let me taste it." With these words, Gloria pulled Claire in and kissed her, her cum running down both their bodies, but neither seemed to care. "Do you like being degraded by me, little bitch?" Gloria taunted Claire and meant it as a joke, but Claire just looked up to her with big eyes and nodded. "Well, then I might just know what we do the next time, dear!" Next time! Claire was so happy. This meant that it wasn't a one-time thing. She didn't think she could live forever without tasting Gloria again. Gloria gave her a last, passionate kiss before putting the leash back onto the hook and telling Claire to follow her like the bitch she was – on all fours. She led her down the stairs and pushed her onto the sofa. "I will lick you one last time. Then you put on your clothes, leave here, and today never happened. But I'll invite you over the next time no one is home. Do you understand?" Gloria winked at her, and Claire just nodded. Gloria pushed apart Claire's legs, knelt between them, and started licking her. With the excitement of getting to do this again, combined with the incredibly hot woman licking her with her magical tongue, Claire squirted into Gloria's mouth almost as fast as Gloria squirted into hers. Gloria didn't swallow it all. She left a bit in her mouth, came up, and kissed Claire, again, letting her cum run down both their bodies. "Gloria? Was this all planned?" Claire knew the answer, but had to make sure. "I wanted to sleep with you since I met you. At first, I thought it was because you hated me, and I could hate-fuck you, which is what I had planned, obviously, but hearing your soft moans and seeing how wet you were for me, and how willing you were to do everything I said, made me realize that I just wanted to show you the best times of your life." Claire just kissed Gloria. Less passionate and more filled with love than the times before. She kissed her like she was the love of her life, which she obviously was, and Gloria kissed her the same way. They both still loved their husbands, but not as much as they loved each other. Gloria got up, took off the collar, and handed Claire her clothes. When Claire got up to put them on, Gloria gave her a slap on her ass before putting on her own dress again. "I love you, Claire! And I can't wait to play with you again!" Claire didn't expect to hear those words, but she loved every single one of them. "I love you too, Gloria. And hey! Tomorrow the kids are at school again, and our husbands have to work, right?" Gloria laughed and kissed Claire. "Well, then, see you tomorrow!" Gloria opened the door for Claire, who left after staring into Gloria's eyes for as long as she could while walking past her. In the car, Claire was questioning if what just happened was real. With these images in her head, she might actually finish at the same time as Phil tonight.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english Chapter 1 诸葛亮从一片困顿中醒来，感到自己后颈面隐隐作痛。他刚睁开眼，就望见明显是船舱般向上凹陷的穹顶。没等他起身，一个熟悉的声音从床尾响起：“醒了？” 赵云只穿了一件单薄的交领黑衫，外面套了个坎肩。他的衣服上还有未干透的水印，但整个人却镇定自若地坐在那儿，仿佛当下只是一个普通清晨的普通问安。 诸葛亮揉着脖子坐起来，他环顾四周，发现悬窗外天色昏暗，却并没有雨声，船在水上泊着，也没有剧烈的晃动。 “司……你家公子呢？” “司马懿救曹操，已经离开华容道了。”赵云从榻上起身，诸葛亮这才看见他手里捧着一碗热水：“你睡了整整一天还多，喏，把这个喝了。” 诸葛亮撇了撇嘴，顺从地接过对方递来的瓷碗。武都军师的思维同自己的预测不离八九。他看了看窗外空荡荡的江面，又瞥了眼床前站着的赵云，随之变得有恃无恐起来。冬至当天狂风的幕后主谋歪着脑袋抱怨：“您下手可真重。” “先生都自断后路了，我不下手重些，哪对得起您的决心？” “我哪儿自断后路了？” “要是我不去找先生，先生还有副策？” 我当然有副策。诸葛亮揉着脖子，在心里咬牙切齿：如果我死了，不论江郡还是武都均脱不了干系，这样一来稷下必定支持刘备，日后起兵名正言顺。 只不过这个名正言顺没机会实现罢了。 赵云没意识到这些。他还是像在草庐时那样乖巧地站在那里，时不时抬眼看上对面人一下，然后又带着羞涩和顾忌将视线迅速转移开去。诸葛亮一直觉得，只要是赵云在的地方，翻天覆地的厮杀战场瞬间也能变成岁月静好的小桥村落。 “睡得好吗？”赵云问。 诸葛亮眨了眨眼睛，他确信整个船舱里只有自己和对方两个人，于是便耍小心思般地坐到床沿上，又伸出手去揽住对方的脖颈。 突入起来的牵拉使得赵云一个趔趄跌过来，两人的鼻尖几乎蹭到一起。半秒钟的惊惶过后，刺客转而安静地看着眼前人。赵云稍稍眯起眼，浓密的睫毛微微颤抖，诸葛亮感觉那双海蓝色的眼睛像个钩子，直直地戳刺到他背后的脊柱上，试图将自己整个人勾过去。 稷下的学生在那场街市突袭里见过这种眼神，那是刺客去看目标的眼神，像是猎人盯住了猎物，箭矢瞄准了靶心。模糊之中诸葛亮隐约意识到了将要发生的危险，本能使他感到害怕，但身体却诚实地选择继续留在原地。 赵云凑得更近了些，他的上唇小心翼翼地触碰了一下诸葛亮的下唇——这之前他们不是没有亲吻过，额角，脸颊，眼睑，甚至耳后。但诸葛亮觉得这次有些许不同，对方扑面而来的鼻息令他觉得有些瘙痒，脑海中，他感觉这种试探仿佛一只流浪猫在嗅闻路人给予的食物。 这个吻只持续了蜻蜓点水般的一瞬间。 “你告别完了？”诸葛亮的双手依旧扶着对方的后颈。 “嗯。” “你家公子说我把你带坏了？”诸葛亮歪着脑袋，继续往赵云那边凑。他捧着他的头，大拇指摩挲他鬓角的发丝，整个人往对方身上贴。 赵云看着对面人的眸色沉了沉。他低头吞了口唾液，再抬起眼便不由分说地吻了上来。 你不要逼我。 他一定是想说这句。被吻住的时候诸葛亮这样想，但他现在完全不感到害怕，甚至为自己的主动而洋洋自得起来。他伸出手揽住对方的肩膀，两条悬在床沿上的腿伸过去缠对方的膝盖。 赵云顺从地回应他，伸手环住榻上的人，然后轻轻让对方向后倒过去。诸葛亮稍微挣扎了一下，他推了推赵云的肩膀，但这种毫无力道的小动作更像是勾引，对方稍稍前倾，将他困在了床榻和自己之间。 诸葛亮搭在他肩膀上的手慢慢收紧，这种触碰俨然变成了一种默示的鼓励。和方才温柔清浅的吻不同，此时的赵云先是衔住诸葛亮的唇瓣吮吸，之后便渐渐跃升为为牙齿的啃咬和撕扯。诸葛亮尽力地张嘴配合着，尽管他尽己所能地调整呼吸，但还是不免发出了几声轻喘。 “换气……”赵云停止进攻，他偏过头，在对方的唇角停了一秒，等待着诸葛亮把气息抚平。下一刻，他的舌尖就沿着对方微张的嘴角直接滑入到那人口腔中去。突然进入的异物使得仰躺着的人有些惊惶，他原本半眯的眼睛稍稍睁大了一下，赵云一只手扶住他的后颈。 诸葛亮知道，如果赵云想要的话，他大可以借着现在这个姿势将自己脖子扭断。但对方没有这么做，他只是轻轻拥住他的头颅，将吻继续加深。 对方的吻技欠佳。诸葛亮从没被别人吻过，但还是能从小心翼翼的动作和偶尔出现的停顿里感觉到赵云对这一切的陌生，然而初次体验所带来的紧张感弥补了这点不足，很快，两个人唇舌交缠的地方便响起唾液搅拌的水声。 这种类似交合的声音让人心跳蓦然加快，诸葛亮觉得仿佛一股热流从他们接吻的地方直直地刺入胸腔，进而向后顺着他的脊椎，直接流淌到尾骨那里。 他感到自己下面有些肿胀，难受与恐惧使他轻轻地扭动了一下身子。彼时赵云正死死地压在他身上，诸葛亮的胯骨转动了一下，刚好顶到他小腹靠下的地方。 好硬。 身下人的动作戛然而止。赵云当然知道对方碰到了什么，他耐心地将这个具有侵略性的亲吻收尾，末了又逡巡一圈后，才恋恋不舍地将自己的舌头从对方口腔里退出来。 这个吻像毒蛇吞噬猎物之前的死吻一般，将诸葛亮麻醉到有些动弹不得。等他终于可以睁眼去看，两个人刚刚分离的地方正扯出一条银色的唾液线。赵云伸手将它拉断，诸葛亮就感觉那东西正沿着自己嘴角往下淌过去，他伸手想去擦，不料对方立刻将他的胳膊固定在头边。 “抱歉……” 赵云的声音很轻，因为情欲而沾染了些微的嘶哑。他这样说着，将脸埋进诸葛亮的颈窝。他们有许久未见了，赵云的贴近令诸葛亮感到有些陌生，他的耳语仿佛恶魔，令身下人瞬间意识到自己现在的脸一定写满了不堪与情欲。仰面躺着的人羞耻心还未生长完全，身上便突然一个机灵——对方在他耳后吐息，这正是他最敏感的地方。 “……抱歉。” 赵云又重复了一遍，他将脸埋在对方的发丝里嗅了嗅，才将手从桎梏诸葛亮双手的地方挪开。 他这是要临阵脱逃？ 诸葛亮感到上面压着的人意图起身，于是立即抬手拉住赵云的袖子。 “你要去哪儿？”他的眼神里半是疑惑半是惊惶，方才亲吻的气息尚未退却，胸口还在剧烈地起伏着。 “我……”赵云被他拉住进退两难，突然变得有些手足无措了起来。 “你是来杀我……” “不是！”面前人慌忙否认，“我已经……” 赵云的话还没说完，就被诸葛亮拽着衣领整个人拖到了床上：“那你跑什么？你把船开到荒无人烟的地方就只是——” 一排略高的浪打过，船身剧烈地晃动了起来，诸葛亮半撑着上身没有扶稳，眼看着就要往窗框上撞过去。 赵云赶紧把身下的人揽在怀里。 “——就只是这种程度……”诸葛亮的脸埋在他肩膀上，整个人说话闷声闷气。 赵云的脸唰地涨红了。他还没想好怎么反驳，就感到对方伸手抚上自己早已充血肿胀的下体。 “先生你放开我……求你不要……” 不要再撩拨了。 被抚弄到要害的赵云一个机灵，他越是往后退，诸葛亮就越是邪魔般地贴过来，他一只手紧追着对方勃起的下体，另一只手死命勾住赵云的后颈。对方想将他的胳膊掰开却又不敢用力，两个人就这样各不相让地僵持着。 “我知道以前你怕什么，”诸葛亮还是把头死死埋在对方肩膀里，“但你现在又在怕什么……” 我算不出来。 他的额头紧紧贴着对方肩窝，赵云的锁骨隔得他生疼。两个人就这样一动不动地拥着彼此，江水一浪又一浪，像母亲的手推着孩子的摇床那样温柔地晃动着船舷。 “先生你……” 赵云脑海中一片混乱。他试图在大脑中组成一个具有逻辑的句子，却发现这只是徒劳。他当然想要，甚至从一开始，从诸葛亮拍着床铺说“你要不信，可以和我一起睡”的时候，这股邪念就缠上他了。 但他一直刻意回避着。他总觉得诸葛亮像一枝透白的风荷，在翻覆乱世里兀自悬在如镜的水面上；而自己是在腐臭的尸堆中挣扎活着的人，他不愿去按照他人的指示将他折断，甚至觉得自己去碰他一下都是玷污。 “你妈没告诉过你，不要随便对陌生人施以援手吗？”黑发的青年环抱着双手，斜靠在寝室的门框上。 “我没妈。不过夫子没告诉过你，做人要善良？”月白色头发的男孩嬉笑着，“何况这是仲达你的朋友吧？又不会怎样。” “……你不要后悔。” 最后赵云只得堪堪吐出这几个字。 他伸手去探诸葛亮下身，轻轻撕扯对方的腰带，那人则任由对方解开腰间的搭扣。赵云像拆礼物一般去褪身下人的外衣，他将手伸进交叠的领口，向下游走，很快覆上对方微微挺立的乳尖。 诸葛亮听到赵云吞咽唾液的声音。他没有立刻安抚自己胸前的部分，而是将身子微微抬起，伸手将诸葛亮的上衣向两边拉开。就像撕碎某个屏障一般，下一秒，诸葛亮透白的身子就全然暴露在傍晚微凉的空气里。 他的身材比赵云小一圈。无论是肩宽，肌肉，或者是身高，眼前的刺客都胜他一筹。学院时代的体力劳动使诸葛亮的身形不至于清癯，但匀称如精心裁剪的身材在对比之下还是显得有些瘦弱。 诸葛亮稍微侧过头去，他现在才开始觉得有些害羞，企图抬起手来掩饰自己烧得通红的脸颊。 赵云什么都没有说。他大约是呆愣了一下，对方的身子衬着窗外初起的月色，如一块素净的蓝田暖玉。上面人的手轻覆上对方小腹，稍微用力揉搓几下后便向另一边卡住诸葛亮的腰。 “唔——” 诸葛亮在感受到那一点湿热的舔舐后稍稍弓起了身子。 赵云借机换了个姿势压住他的大腿，但吻着对方乳首的动作却没有停下来。他含着那颗圆粒，用舌尖挑拨，覆盖，舔吮，让它在自己的动作下逐渐涨大。诸葛亮被舔得挺起胸来，又觉得这反应太过放荡，于是便有些笨拙地往回收敛。他白皙的肌肤在少晴的蜀地没经见过多少日晒风催，即便是小小的亲吻都很快透出粉色的印记来。 赵云两手环住对方的腰线，照着他右边的乳首亲吻。诸葛亮被吻得眼里起了白雾，他看不太清对方的动作，只能看到他褐色的头发在自己身前来回晃动。 “那……那边……” 赵云轻轻噬咬，拉扯他本就柔嫩的右乳，诸葛亮整个身子都禁不住地抖动。他伸手，试图抚弄左方被冷落的那个，却被赵云将手一把拉开。上面人停下动作，抬头深深地看了他一眼，然后向另一边吻下去。 “别急，我来。” 他这样说着，用空出的手覆上刚刚脱离爱抚，尚且湿润的地方。 “嗯……”诸葛亮含糊应答着。他被对方用身体固定在床上，两只手只好无措地抓着床头的薄被。 江风，业火，惊涛骇浪都远去了，只有静，如同他隐居的草庐那般的静。偶尔不识体统撞到船舷的江水发出轻微的呢喃声，仿佛浅眠人的梦呓，伴随着自己断断续续的喘息。 船身轻微晃动，随着夜色渐渐涨起的潮水。 赵云的前戏就像他对自己的示爱那样，耐心又漫长。诸葛亮有些难耐地曲起腿来，磨蹭了几下逐渐涨大的下体。身上人很快反应过来，他的手从诸葛亮胸前移开往下探去，几下便解开了对方裤腰。紧接着赵云再次起身，将诸葛亮整个环住后向上抱了抱，身下人自觉地曲起小腿，从裤管里褪出。赵云趁他张腿的档口将身子卡在诸葛亮的耻股之间。 赵云紧贴着对方动了动腰肢，两人的性器隔着布料相互摩挲。诸葛亮轻哼出声，算是对对方的进攻动作进行了默认。于是上面人倾身，诸葛亮便感到小腹上一块硬物压上来，那东西顶着他，传递着骇人的尺寸和温度，仿佛一块烙铁要在自己的下腹烙上什么记号

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english Chapter 1 涛家有个传统，就是只让长子结婚生子。这是当年涛祖父为了避免兄弟姐妹们斗心勾角争家产立的规矩，可是规矩上没说不能取同性的老婆。近年因为同性婚姻的泛滥，陶家除了涛爸，两个弟弟都娶了同性伴侣。 苏家和涛家和亲时苏文才十八岁，但苏文和涛家签了婚 book 有三年了也从没见过这所谓的老公一眼。虽然他知道这人的名字是涛阳，涛家的二公子，照片也看过，不过毕竟长期一直没见过面没通过话，他也就把这件事抛到脑后了。这也不是因为苏文不在意，而是他一直没想到这个婚姻在法律上有效。 当时因为经济危机，苏家产业运转出了点问题，眼看祖祖辈辈的老本都要搭进去了。那天正巧有苏爸朋友过生日，涛爸和几个圈里的朋友都在场。酒菜齐了后大人们都谈开了，苏爸开始嘀咕着最近有点困难，顺便提了下最近资金不好运转，涛爸可能酒喝得有点多了，当场就拿出支票本要借给苏家产业一笔巨款。苏爸哪好意思无缘无故的拿涛爸的钱，虽然双方已经是好几十年的老友了，可是真的家业眼看着坚持不住了，就有点想接受。可是这笔钱也不能不给人家抵押。 涛老头子一听啪嚓就笑了说，“你不是有个挺听话的小儿子么，正好我家老二整天在外给我招花引蝶的，还不如让你家小的帮我好好开导开导我儿子，互相帮忙么。” ”孩子有了媳妇后再野的也老实了。“ 苏爸顺口一说。 涛爸回道，“那成，还不如把这俩孩子凑一块.“ 当时也是喝的有点多，苏爸二话没说就替孩子答应了。当场的朋友都以为这两位父亲在开玩笑，就跟着起哄说一定要和亲，涛爸就让当场的一个律师弄了份结婚证书。 正好苏文当时也在场帮忙带一桌子小朋友吃饭，他也不知道这帮大人当时呵呵哈哈的讨论什么。叫他过去时他也没多想，让他写自己的名字时他正搂着个一岁大的孩子，忙的一身汗，没看纸上写的是什么就抬笔把名字签了。 回家后第二天早上苏爸酒也醒了点，心不在意的跟当天不在场的苏妈提起了这件事。话刚说完顿时苏妈就激怒了，卷起餐桌上的报纸就要揍苏爸。 “我就出个差的功夫你怎么能把我儿子给卖了！” 苏妈追不上她老伴儿终于愤怒的坐在沙发上。 苏文连忙把他妈拉住劝道，“妈别生气了，这事也有我的责任，当时应该看拿张纸写的是什么就好了。” “好什么好，他这死老头子怎么能这么害自己家的孩子！他脑子想什么呢！” 苏爸埋着头继续和他的醒酒药，一副无可奈何的冤枉表情，无话可回。 “妈，这事就算我签了涛阳也还没签呢。涛阳那么大个人了怎么会同意这么不靠谱的事。” 说到这儿苏妈终于消停了点。心想苏文说的也对，什么奇葩会同意这种婚事。 可万万没想到第二天涛爸就让助理送过来涛阳刚签好的婚姻证书了。当时苏妈咪听到这个消息后差点气昏了。 期初他母亲还抹着泪让他爸饶了她最心爱的小儿子，让他爸把这事取消了。可是最后左骂右打的老爷子反而更坚持了，怎么想怎么觉得这是天上掉下来的馅饼。 苏文一年前出柜时苏爸还担心这个儿子以后怎么找对象呢。再说了，面子重要，说好的事怎么能挽回呢，尤其是当对象是在市场和政治上这么威武的涛家。况且这份婚事以后对苏文也有好处。涛家家事大，关系广，底子厚，苏文应该算是偶然好运摊上这么个大好事。 苏文看他爸那是拿出倔劲暂时不好劝，只能继续劝他妈说，“没关系，涛阳可能还年轻肯定也当笑话呢。说不定是从他爸哪要钱时被逼着签名的。到时候真有事我自己解约也来得及。” 时间也是证明苏文是正确的。苏文的日子向他和他母亲说的那样并没有被这婚书改变。可能像他当时劝他母亲的那句话，涛阳也没把那个证书当回事，就当所有只是一个酒桌上的笑话吧。正好谁也没想到几个月后经济好就开始好转了。苏爸的公司慢慢稳定了，苏爸接着没几个月就把钱换给了涛家，还带上了一套贵重的古董作为谢礼，对方收回借款时也没再提这个婚事。慢慢的，连苏爸都把这事抛到脑后了。 三年后，当苏文也整快要忘记这份婚事时，涛阳的秘书突然有一天给他打了电话。 “苏先生么？” “恩，请问您是哪位？” “我是涛阳先生的秘书。请问您晚上有时间和陶先生见面么？” “啊？“ 此时的苏文正在搜脑子里的记忆，寻找涛阳这个字是什么人。 “哦，那就好，那就晚上七点好么？” “啊？ 七点？” 苏文还是想不起来这个涛阳人物是谁。 “恩好，就七点。谢谢您苏先生。” 咔嚓，那面电话就挂了。 等苏文挂上电话后，他拿起了他刚从食堂领回来的鸡块咬了两口，然后立刻眼前一亮，终于想起他那里认识过个什么涛阳了。这不正是他老公的名字么！苏文顿时觉的嘴里的鸡翅都变成快牛皮袋子味了。苏文从餐厅回到宿舍后他才意识到这个秘书没有问他住在哪。想来想去终于达到一个结论，就是涛阳的秘书肯定是拨错电话了，都这么久了，涛阳应该早就忘掉这件从不存在的婚事了吧。 所以涛阳秘书的电话并没有困扰苏文很久，吃完午餐后他就没再把这件事放在心上。他很确定的告诉自己这肯定是个误会，那个秘书一定是拨错了电话。下午的化学实验课是苏文比较喜欢的课程，指导员是一个对他很好的年轻副教授。 涛阳找苏文的目的并不是因为想解约婚姻，更不是因为想承认这个婚姻。其实他从军校回城刚几个礼拜，而在这个短暂几个礼拜里，他的几个发小已经提起他这个老婆无数次了。一方面是用这件事当笑话取乐，另一方面是这几个小子的家长都是一个圈子里长大的，长听见爸妈唠叨有个叫苏文的孩子可听话可好看可能干什么的。但毕竟苏文比他们小一届，没机会盆面过。如今涛二公子终于回京了，这几个小子都是男女通吃怎么刺激怎么干的贵公子，这几天娱乐场所的那些货色都被他们玩遍了，正好想把这个传说中德乖巧美人给弄出来玩玩呢。 这也正好产生了涛阳的好奇心。他签那份婚书时纯粹是为了应付他老爸的。当时他新买的限款的跑车没几天就被他的小情人个闯烂了。为了这事和人家分了手时被他爸知道了。其实不是因为涛阳小气，而是因为当时开车的人是他小情人的另一为情人。这俩人被送医院后查出有艾滋病，医院通知涛阳去做检查时被他爸发现了。幸好涛阳没被染上，可是就是因为这件事涛爸下了死命令必须把这个婚书签了，要不让就把他送出国。 涛阳答应也是因为分手的痛苦时喝高了，后来也没在意，心想这件事过两天老头子肯定会忙忘的，到时候谁还会提呀。人家孩子才刚十八还是挺有名声的大户家庭怎么能乐意嫁给他这么个不能传代的渣呢。婚姻证书应该就是个笑话吧，不应该有效吧，毕竟两人签字时都不在场。 涛阳来到苏文的宿舍是就是抱着一种取乐精神去的。那天早上他心情不好，老头子让他写的文案被送回来两次也没被批准，在他踢桌子腿敲桌子的时候就突然有个念头想看看他这个老婆到底什么样。可能这就是一种压力中为了解散注意力的无聊方法而已，涛阳也没想和苏文怎么样，就是心烦想出去散散心。于是他就通知他的助理给苏文打了个电话约好时间碰个头。 苏文的宿舍必须有人签字才能带客人进去的。 涛阳看了看表，保安通知苏文已经有快十分钟了可是苏文德电话一直是关机。此时涛阳的心情有点烦躁了，他还从没被人放过鸽子，平时都是他不搭理别人别人还热脸皮子贴上来呢。他刚准备上车走人时发现眼角边有个很帅气的小伙子走向宿舍。这是烦躁的涛阳心想既然手落空了还不如勾搭上个小帅哥回家搞两下呢。 “嘿，哪位，你认识个叫苏文的么？” 涛阳冲那个背影喊了一下。 那个学生脚步稍微犹豫了几步，回过头看了看涛阳。长长的睫毛下眼神里含有更多的惊讶。 “我就是。” 苏文真的没想到涛阳会来。哪怕他有一点心理准备也会稍微打理一下他的宿舍，午餐的鸡腿他吃了一半还没来得及仍就跑去上下午课了。虽然屋子很整齐擦得也很干净但是这种小细节让苏文觉得很不好意思。他在家人朋友面前永远是很完美的，平时干干净净的他是不应该有这种画面的。他的同屋最近去外国过寒假了，屋里只剩下他一个人，所以最近家务上有点懒了。 涛阳左看右看倒是没注意到苏文正在内心挣扎的鸡腿，反而他觉得他朋友说的很对，这个苏文比别人形容中里还完美。在他的印象里，苏文应该是个长得很娘们的小屁孩儿，可是眼前这位和他想象中的完全不一样，不管是外形还是素质上，一看就是很干净很有教养的那种好学生。苏文穿着简单的白毛衣配着一条深色的牛仔裤，毛衣袖子挽到一半，露出了白皙的皮肤陪，宽肩细腰的好身材，还有那翘翘的臀部。。。 苏文在涛阳的观察下感觉有点不自在，尤其那两个直勾勾盯着他屁股不放过的眼神，闷闷的心想这人是不是有点脑子不正常呀，怎么盯着人时就像条长期饥渴的狼似得。他不自在的挪了下地方，打开柜橱拿出了一瓶矿泉水递给了涛阳。 “不好意思，我这没什么可以吃的。” “没事儿，正好我和几个哥们今天在龙玉包了个场子。”涛阳接过水，看了看屋子除了苏文德电脑椅子也没别的地方可坐了，就坐到他床上了。 “哦，那就好。”苏文看着涛阳只盯着他也不说话的驾驶想了想，“涛先生。。。您今天找我是有事么？” 涛阳愣了一下，他原本目的就是出来找个人开开心，心想吧他爸安排的那个小媳妇弄出来给哥们们逗逗乐。看到真人后他反而懂了想把这人吃到肚子里的冲动。 “出来和我的的朋友认识认识吧，我觉得我们应该开始培养培养感情了。” 苏文正喝着水，听到涛阳这么一说顿时呛了一下。他红着脸咳嗽了好几次才暖过神来。 “我们都成年了，也该开始对这个婚事负责任了。” “涛先生，我相信您对我应该也不太了解。我觉得我们不太合适，这段婚事没通过我们的沟通而建立的，我们之间没什么感情，家里也不需要我们真正成亲。当时家长在酒桌上闹得小笑话我觉得我们可以不要太当真。” 苏文这么一说涛阳就不怎么高兴了。他从小到大还真没谁敢看不起他。虽说他性格有点大男子汉注意，但他认为这也是一种男人的魅力，朋友说它属于做事讲义气，谈恋爱也像个爷们。他长相阳刚高壮，家里有钱有势，这两年也开始走正道自己创业。总之他对自己从头到尾的箭头就是，他这种好男人还从哪找呀。 “出来认识认识吧，不管怎样也是夫妻一场。” 苏文心想我擦谁跟你夫妻过，可是嘴上当然不能这么说了，毕竟当年涛家也帮了他家挺大的忙。 “我明天早上有课真的不太方便，以后有机会再说吧。” 涛阳挑了下眉毛，脸上明显的不耐烦了。“不是说好了今天七点我们有约定么，难道你约别人了？” “没有，我以为就是谈谈话，处理一下婚姻那件事。我实在不方便今晚出去，回来晚了大门也会被锁的。” “我说了，我们包好场子了，玩完可以直接在酒店里。明天早上我送你回来。”涛阳那群朋友都习惯一起玩通宵，在酒店过夜什么的都是经常的事。 苏文觉得不去吧有点不给人家面子。当初苏家用人家钱的时候把儿子都敢嫁出去，如今人家不是就想吃顿饭去么，不去的话有点不好。因此苏文是硬着头皮点了下头。 涛阳开的是一辆黑色莲花，样式十分显眼，车看着也挺新的，就是发动机和轮胎不知道为什么发出的声音比一般车还大。苏文平时是很低调的，这可好，车一发动，宿舍附近的同学都转过头来看他们。他心想如果这是送他会宿舍的车下次一定得吩咐把车停远点。 “你近年该二十一了吧，以后准备和你爸干？” “我会继续读研吧，公司有我哥哥管” “哦，你学什么的？” “医药制作。” “哦，挺好的”涛阳偷看了一样他这个小媳妇，心想好看是确实挺好看的可是怎么这么不会搭话呀。 “你不想问我点什么么？” “涛阳，二十七岁，二十一岁毕业于***军校，获得过全校长跑冠军，射击冠军，武术黑带，偶像比赛获唱歌倒数一等奖。 “怎么样，舒服么？” “什么舒服么？” “车呀，这可是我上个礼拜才弄到手的，海关那儿就咔了两个礼拜。感受一下这马力.” 也不知道涛阳是不是刚开始学开车，可是苏文就觉得这他开车时像抽筋一样没深没浅，每次踩油门猛的都像后面有人追他们似的。 “我想吐” “啊！？ 别-别在车里吐！ 董立伟第一眼见到涛旁边带了的漂亮小伙时裤裆里就有种特殊的好感，那小子长得细胳膊长腿的，白嫩的脸蛋还透着点红。 “哥们儿，这儿呢！行呀涛阳，

This is a fanfic story. Genre: anime2 Chapter 1 Disclaimer: I do not own Shin Kidou Senki Gundam W or any of its characters. Welcome to the wonderful world of Fanfiction! Warning: This fiction contains at least SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissing and cuddling) and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys), it also contains PEDERASTY (erotic practices between adult males and adolescent boys) because Wu Fei is 16 (now or has been for a few chapters). Sort of drug use in this chapter, and actual crossdressing. Pairings: 1x3, 1x6, 6x5x6, 1x6x5, 3x4, 1xR. Author Note: I'm doing NaNoWriMo, so no updates for November. I just had to write this, and I'm going to put it on pause until a few of my other fics are finished. I hope you enjoy. There seriously needs to be more 1x6x5 and all such combinations of fics. Happy Reading! -Na 我们睡觉的时候 (While We Were Sleeping) Mission Log 1: Cross-dressers "Why?" exclaimed Wu Fei, sneering at the taller blonde. The older man began to wrap most of his hair into a tight bun. Blue eyes glanced in the mirror and looked into the black orbs of the younger Preventer agent. "What? Do you think I should have worn the blue dress?" "I think you shouldn't have worn any dress," replied the fiery Chinese youth. "Preventer Fire is on this mission with us, and she is a woman." He then turned his onyx orbs onto the third member on their mission. "How can you stand it when he acts like this? How can you be attracted to that?" Noin giggled. "Ara, Preventer Thunder, he makes a better woman than me, mostly because I cannot seduce targets. Besides, I gave up a long time ago when I realized that he is always chasing ghosts." Zechs Merquise glared into the mirror at his old friend and hissed, "Noin..." Dark violet eyes laughed. "Ara sir, ano... where are your pumps? Once you're dressed, we can go over mission details." Looking around, the female found the red high-heeled shoes and held them out to the cross-dressed blond. "He's already too tall, he shouldn't be wearing those," grumbled Chang Wu Fei. Light blue eyes turned to look at the youngest member. "You are right, where are the flat shoes?" Noin and Zechs began to look around the compartment for the shoes in question, while Wu Fei's eyebrow twitched irritably. "We're going to land soon, can't we discuss the mission?" growled the ex-Gundam pilot. "O-ke, so Preventer Thunder, thanks to the intercepted letter from the drug lord, Felipe Comenchini, to the Chinese leader's son Hu Enlai, you will be taking his role, act interested in his products, do not try them," quickly rattled off the sable-haired female. "And Preventer Wind, you will be playing the part of a host/prostitute that Comenchini hired for the event, don't reveal yourself as a man too soon," added the ex-Lightning Count. "Zechs, do you have the sleeping drug? Wu Fei, the placebo?" asked Noin. "Hai," both men answered. "I am not injecting or snorting powdered sugar," added the caramel-colored boy while fingering the plastic bag of powdered sugar in one hand and sugar pills in the other. "Of course not," replied the ex-OZ agent. "Now, it has been estimated that three days for us to get the information needed to arrest this scum. Either a physical proof of the new drug he is harboring or files of his plans for the diplomats and high-ranking officials that he has invited to this event. All I need is visual and verbal confirmation, if it is the drug, you won't have to say a word, and we'll grab him." "Four hours, tops," replied Wu Fei. "Nanika?" asked the mission point. "This guy is nothing big; I can convince him to give me the drug within four hours of me meeting him. There is a reason I'm showing up two hours after the prostitute, and before all the other diplomats," replied Wu Fei as he took out an extra plastic bag and started to put a few of the sugar pills that frankly looked like ecstasy or China's hottest drug, yo-yo, into it. The drug had originally been tested as a pharmaceutical to treat epilepsy, but the test results came up with too many negative side effects, including causing epilepsy attacks on certain occasions. The drug was then leaked for recreational use. It was a yo-yo drug, the yo-yo drug which non-Chinese users refer to it as. One moment the user could be higher than a kite, the next lower than a worm, not to mention the hallucinogenic effect. Hu Enlai was the biggest name suspected user of the yo-yo drug. Handing the bag over to the blonde, who looked at him funny, Wu Fei added, "He is going to personally pick me up. If you're in the car, help me out. I would prefer not to be a Hu for longer than need be." A long pale hand reached out and took the proffered bag. Suddenly, over the intercom, a voice declared, "We will be landing momentarily, please be seated for the landing." The three Preventer agents looked at one another, and then took their respective seats. The plane landed quickly, everyone quickly got ready. Zechs, with two bags and a purse, got into a low-end car, one that would be feasible for a brothel to own. He would be directly driving to his client's house, which was only about twenty minutes away. More than half of the agents got off the plane to set posts around the area, while Wu Fei, Noin, and the remaining agents were going to the airport an hour away, where Hu Enlai was set to be picked up. Upon getting to the airport, Preventer Thunder was left alone, as Noin went to set up the equipment so that she could see and hear everything that her two undercover agents were doing. By the time that she had gotten everything set up and working, she was surprised to see that the Chinese youth was not engaged in martial arts practice, but a book. As the time of arrival approached, Chang flipped his book to the beginning and laid it open on the seat next to him. He began to slouch in the chair and close his eyes. The older female was shocked; she never thought that she would see, or rather sense from the ruffled clothing, that boy slouch. Zechs, or Maria, as he was calling himself for this mission, walked two steps behind Felipe Comenchini. He had arrived at his client's house, and because of the time crunch, he was only asked to suck dick. The blond was rather happy that, as a prostitute, condoms were mandatory, because if he had to swallow that fat drug king's ejaculate, he would have thrown up and then killed the bastard and most likely himself. Blue eyes looked ahead of the small entourage and saw the Chinese teenager that they were headed towards. He recognized the youth as Chang Wu Fei, but he knew everyone else saw Hu Enlai. As the group approached, one obsidian eye blearily opened a slit, a moment later, both eyes were open, and the youth was standing, although the slouch was still there. "Mr. Hu?" asked Comenchini, holding out his hand. Onyx eyes looked up at the drug lord, with an irritated twitch at the name he was being referred to as. He took in the beer belly hidden by the pressed black suit, the slicked-back black hair with the graying sideburns. Lastly, falling on the sunglasses that the older man was wearing, even while indoors. He recognized the man to be the one from the pictures in his file. In a dreary, depressed tone, the young agent answered, "Yes, I am. Please call me Enlai, and you are Mr. Comenchini, I presume." The imposter Hu shook the hand that was offered to him in a slightly less than adequate way. The elder man just smiled an oily smile. "Yes, and I am glad that you could make it. I hope you were not waiting too long. Come, the car is just outside." A couple of lackeys picked up the bags that were near the Chinese youth, and the book that had sat next to him, marking the page before the whole entourage turned to leave the airport. The caramel-colored youth fell into step right behind his host, but not far enough back to be walking with the prostitute. Outside of the airport, there were three black cars lined up on the curve. The two Preventer agents were led to the center car. They got into the car, with the drug lord between them. The car had not been moving for very long when Comenchini decided to bring to attention the fact that Mr. Hu looked a little under the weather. "Are you all right, Enlai? Was the flight rough?" "No, no, nothing like that," replied the sable-haired youth. "It was just a boring flight, I had to find a way to keep myself entertained, if you understand what I am saying." Comenchini's eyebrow rose. "So it is true that you yo-yo?" "All of the time," replied the ex-Gundam pilot 05 drearily, mumbling the last part. The old drug lord looked at the youth to his side, and then to the prostitute next to him, snaking an arm around the cross-dresser's waist. He was then yanked into the drug lord's lap. "I don't want my guests depressed, even if they're yo-ed down," turning his attention to the person in his lap, he smiled. "Maria, dear, why don't you see if you can lift his spirits?" "Of course," purred the blond, putting a red-painted fingernail to a cheek in thought. Reaching into his bosom, he pulled out a plastic bag. "How about a little E before we begin?" The dark-eyed boy moaned. "I haven't had E in years." The drug lord smirked; this drug-reveling event was going better than he had hoped, and it hadn't even started yet. Taking the bag of pills from the whore, he took two out, not even checking for the "E" stamp that proved it was the real thing. Holding the pills near the blond's mouth, he said, "Here, tongue out." Once he placed the pills on the pink tongue, he nudged the blond towards the sable-haired youth. "Now share." As he leaned forward, Zechs smirked, expecting to throw his partner off. Raising a hand, he lifted the caramel-colored chin towards him. The little pills obviously still on his tongue, swiftly he moved forward. There were no pleasantries, no soft lip on lip, simply the swift intruding of a tongue into another mouth. Wu Fei had no time to think of the implication of the actions, that this was his first real kiss, in a way. He did notice, however, the sweet taste of sugar as it dissolved on the tongues in his mouth. They pulled away quickly and made a show of swallowing. A nudge on the blond's back made him lean forward again, making the growing bulge in the lap he was sitting in more apparent. As the San Kingdom prince leaned in and saw the flickering of surprise shock in the onyx orbs, he wanted to laugh. He was making out with Chang Wu Fei, for all intensive purposes, his enemy, while sitting in the lap of a pedophile who thought he was a girl! This time, he was gentle; there was a delicate press of lips. The ex-Lightning Count then had to coax the younger lips to participate, but it seemed that he was just going to be a stubborn dragon. The elder was in the process of prying those lips open when he heard the rustle of a plastic bag. Pulling back suddenly, he saw the drug lord about to take one of the Preventer's fake ecstasy pills. Lightning quick, he snatched the pill and plastic bag from Comenchini. The graying-haired man growled, "What is the meaning of this?" "I well, I don't really want to waste my E since it is so expensive," replied the nervous blond, fidgeting in the lap of the elder perverted man. "You gave one to him," pointed out the irate man. "But you made me, and you are so important that I don't want to poison your system with such impure drugs." "He is a foreign dignitary!" "Really? I kissed a foreign dignitary?" "That is not the point," growled the drug lord. Zechs gave the man a coy look. "Come now, don't be mad." He moved in closer to whisper in the elder's ear. "Why don't we all share your higher quality junk, and we can all have wild sex? I know you want to do him..." The old man smiled, and the Hu imposter didn't like where things were going, but tried to encourage it anyway. "Yeah, why don't we try this new stuff that you got." "No, your death is only to come when the rest of the guests are here," whispered Comenchini. Panic started to well in the Chinese youth's soul, though he tried not to show it. It was the blue-eyed Preventer that picked up on the drug acronym. "But I want to die now." He added a pout and a subtle caress to the erection that the drug lord supported. After a shuttering moment, Comenchini reached into his jacket and pulled out a bag of green powder. "This is Morte." The Preventer's eyes went wide, and not a minute later did the car screech to a halt. Preventer Wind smirked. "And this is you under arrest." Wu Fei already had handcuffs out and was cuffing the drug lord. "Wait, what is going on here?" "You are under arrest by order of the Earth Sphere Unified Nations, for illegal recreational drug use, trafficking, and conspiring for a political coup," replied Wu Fei. "Preventer Wind, remove yourself from his lap so that I can remove him from the vehicle." "What, how did you know?" sputtered a shocked Comenchini. Merquise shuffled himself out of the lap of the prisoner and out of the passenger door, picking up the bag of Morte from the ex-drug lord's hand. While Wu Fei, holding on to his prisoner with one hand, opened the door with the other and scooted backwards out of the car, dragging the older man with him. As soon as Preventer Thunder was out of the car, he handed off Comenchini to another agent. Following Zechs, the two made their way towards Noin. Wu Fei discreetly growled, "I cannot believe you did that; you really are a slut." "Oi, that only took a little over an hour," replied Zechs. "You wanted help, you got it, and my slutty ways probably saved your ass, literally!" "How do you see that?" fumed the smaller. "That guy was getting hard from thinking you to be a drugged teenage boy being dominated by an older woman, when I pushed him to show us the Morte. He practically admitted that he wanted to fuck you!" "Fine, whatever," huffed Wu Fei. There was a moment of silence while they rounded a corner, walking towards their point. After a moment, a fidgety blond broke the still. "How did you know his plans?" "I guessed," replied Wu Fei. It wasn't long until they met up with Noin, who was describing the mission details to Une. Not long after the two agents arrived did they hang up. Une sighed; it hadn't been three hours since the agents had landed before they made an arrest. Agents Wind and Thunder worked amazingly together. Zechs Merquise and Chang Wu Fei hated each other, and she wasn't sure, but she had a feeling it was because of Treize Khushrenada. There was suddenly a knock on Une's door, and Sally Po walked in. "Excuse me, Lady, but you remember those bank accounts that we took possession of and hadn't figured out where to donate the money yet?" "If I remember right, there was a couple," replied Une with an agitated and interested look. "The Khushrenada account, Ma'ame..." "What about it?" "It would seem that someone has accessed the account and ordered produce." "Produce?" "Hai, and it was delivered to the Khushrenada estate, and as you know, that is abandoned." Une cursed. Author's Note: Please take note that in the title, there is the word "sleeping", meaning some exciting stuff/pairings are a dream. I just want to clear that up. Please, no "Zechs as a cross-dresser" complaints; this issue will come up within three chapters, and then you can complain if you don't like the outcome. Preventer Code Names Since Noin, Sally, and Zechs all had element-based names, I found a system with eight elements (Wind and Wood are the same representation) called I Ching. Here are the meanings: Noin - Fire: Given Sally - Water: Given Zechs - Wind: Given Wu Fei - Thunder: Animal is Dragon Duo - Mountain: attribute is resting or stand-still, mostly because Duo is a hard force to go against Quatre - Aether: This is the same as space/void, because of his space heart Trowa - Earth: attribute is devoted and yielding Heero - Lake/Marsh: attribute is tranquil (complete devotion), animal is sheep (he does as he is told) I made up the term "yoyown" (摇药丸), which refers to a pharmaceutical drug pill. I also used the term "Morte", which is Italian for death, to describe a mixture of more than one drug. However, I haven't decided what the exact mixture is yet. Additionally, I mentioned "drug/overdose diplomats" to gain power. I used a German dictionary, as I learned German in Switzerland, and what I learned as High German there is sometimes not actually High German. I also used a Chinese dictionary, as I am taking Chinese and I am excited about it. I hope you enjoyed this. Please review, no matter what. -Na NEXT CHAPTER Chapter 2 Author's Note: Hey everyone, I hate doing this, really. So, here is what happened. I left the outline for a couple of my fics that I have the motivation to write at college, and I am on winter break, aka 14 hours from college. Except now, I'm working 5-6 hours from my hometown, and about 10 hours from college. So, I am going to use my days off to finish up the fics that are almost done, and I have little motivation for that, which is about a total of 5 chapters. Then, I will go back to this and other fics with this message once school starts. And excitingly, I have only class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this semester, so there will be more fanfic time. When I update an actual chapter, it will replace this message. Thank you for understanding, and I am so sorry. -Na

This is a fanfic story. Genre: harry_potter Chapter 1 Part OneDiagon Alley, August, 2023 ... 'Morning.. ' The goblin, who is inspecting several rubies the size of golf balls, proceeds to ignore the remark for another minute while he finishes scribbling down notes upon his parchment.. He sighs, slowly, as if conversing with a wizard at this hour of the morning is the last thing in the world he wishes to have to do, and raises his head.. He blinks several times, and immediately sits up straight.. 'Young Mr Malfoy,' he says, and clears his throat.. 'Excuse me, sir, for I—did not recognise you.. ' Scorpius, un-vexed, ignores him.. 'I want to make a withdrawal.. ' 'Of course, sir,' the goblin says quickly, and snaps his fingers behind the counter.. 'Gritgnuk!' Gritgnuk comes scurrying forward, moving to the front of the counter, and takes the proffered key with an over-zealous bow.. Scorpius recognises him easily; only a small, elite portion of the staff is familiar with the lower ring of vaults, most of which belong to age-old families that are nearly as ancient as the bank itself.. Gritgnuk looks around, then peers up at Scorpius with his eyebrows raised.. 'My father won't be joining us, if that's what you're waiting for,' he snaps in response to the unspoken query.. Rude and stubborn creatures though they may be, goblins have a reputation for being quick and clever for a good reason; Gritgnuk clearly hears the irritation in his voice and leads him to the chutes without a word.. It takes the better part of half an hour to reach the vault, make his withdrawal, and return to the main floor.. Gritgnuk returns his key and hurries away to address another barked command.. The goblin he spoke to earlier that morning seems rather surprised to see him again.. 'Everything all right, sir?' he enquires mildly.. Scorpius dumps a large sack of Galleons on the counter.. 'I want to make an exchange.. ' The goblin looks at him like one might regard a cow asking to buy a pound of veal.. Recovering quickly, he peers inside the sack, eyeing the golden coins curiously.. 'How much, sir?' Scorpius smirks.. 'Allof it.. ' ... 'Oh, Dad,come on,' James pleads, fluttering his eyelashes in a way that would send any teenage girl swooning.. 'You had aFireboltwhen you weretwelve!' 'Thirteen,' Harry amends, unfazed.. 'Almost fourteen, actually.. Did you get all of your books?' 'Bought and paid for by a bloodycriminal!' James continues in outrage.. 'He wasn't a criminal,' Harry corrects him.. 'Watch your language.. And I'm pretty sure I earned it.. ' 'I can conjure a Patronus,' James points out.. 'And I got an "Outstanding" in Defence last year!' 'Took you long enough,' Harry remarks.. 'Tell you what—if you battle off an army of Dementors on your own, I'll buy you the broom.. Did you get your books?' 'Remember when I said all I wanted for my seventeenth was the bike? I've changed my mind, okay?' Over James' pleading, Albus answers his father, 'Yes, Lily's too.. ' Harry nods.. 'Thank you.. ' Then to James, 'You're not getting my bike, either.. ' 'Dad,' James says in a tone that suggests he will not be so easily thwarted.. 'Seriously.. Look!' He points unnecessarily at the main window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, where the new Eclipse model gleams tauntingly at them.. 'Can't you recognise love at first sight? It's practically moaning, "My one true love, the things we could do together—"' 'Yeah, that's just what you need,' Harry interrupts, rolling his eyes.. Albus coughs loudly into his hand.. 'Hey, I can't help it if I'm popular,' says James, running his hand proudly through his hair.. Albus pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, bringing the broom into sharp focus through the glass window.. 'At least he couldn't get the broom pregnant,' he points out.. 'True,' Harry says, feigning consideration.. He turns to face James, who has lit up hopefully at this Very Good Point.. James almost instantly deflates at the look on his father's face.. 'The answer's still no.. Sevenowls from McGonagall last term alone, James.. ' 'At least three of those were gross exaggerations,' James explains.. 'And the rest were horrible, horrible lies written by Slytherins who don't want me to thrash them in the Cup this year.. ' 'You're thrashing them fine with your Aspect,' Harry says firmly.. 'She's served her time,' James goes on, desperately running out of arguments.. 'She's getting weak in the twigs.. The pangs of age, and all that.. It'd be cruel to grind her through another season.. ' Seeing that his father is no longer listening, James sidesteps in front of him.. He is as tall as Harry now, but skinnier; his shoulders still need filling-out.. 'Please, Dad.. Comeon, you don't want those slimy, no-good gits to have the edge—' Albus clears his throat.. 'One of those "slimy, no-good gits" is standing right here.. ' 'Quiet, snake,' James says offhandedly, still trying to appeal to Harry, who is now walking ahead of them towards No.. 93.. 'My point is that youknowMalfoy's going to come swaggering into the hall with an Eclipse on his shoulder, and I swear to Merlin if I have to listen—' 'Hey, Ron,' Harry says, ignoring his son.. Ron is outside the shop, restocking the latest inventions of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes on the window-shelf.. Ron tosses his head in greeting, hands too full of what look like highly explosive mice, smoking from the ears, to allow him to wave.. 'Mornin'.. You lot out getting your books? You haven't seen Hugh around, have you?' 'He's probably died from a broken heart inside the Quidditch shop,' James says, clutching at his own chest.. 'I think I may go join him.. ' 'Oh, yeah,' Ron says, shrugging.. 'I wanted to get him the broom, but Hermione'd have my head.. ' 'You are allterribleparents.. ' 'The worst,' Harry says, at length, before turning to Ron.. 'Have you eaten yet?' 'No,' Ron says, and, at the prospect of food, hurriedly empties the mice into the box on the shelf.. Albus peers curiously inside and sees that they are whizzing from one side to the other, emitting loud bangs and cracks as they smash into one another.. 'Hermione's meeting me at the Leaky in a bit, if you want to come.. ' 'I refuse to eat,' James says, sounding very melodramatic.. 'My stomach has joined the Strike Against Terrible Parents.. ' 'Do us a favour, then, would you?' Ron says, unconcerned.. 'Go find Hugo.. You two can cry out your sorrows together.. ' 'Mum would buy me the broom,' James declares by way of farewell.. 'Mum wouldunderstand!' 'She probably would, too,' Ron says, grinning at Harry, once James is out of earshot.. 'She's the reason he's spoiled rotten.. Her and that mother of yours,' Harry says, mock-bitterly.. He looks sideways at Albus.. 'You finally going to try out for the team this year?' 'If I do, will you buymethe broom?' Albus asks, smirking.. 'I'd seriously consider it,' Harry says with a smile.. 'You're going to waste.. ' 'Yeah, but if I get on the team and do as well as you think I will, then Gryffindor would lose the Cup,' Albus points out.. 'And then—' 'We'd never hear the end of it,' Harry agrees.. 'Until he moves out,' Albus adds, as an afterthought.. 'It's not hard to see why the Hat threw him into Slytherin,' Ron says offhandedly, laughing.. ... Ron and Hermione are celebrating the beginning of the new school year by going on a two-week holiday somewhere very warm with blue water and white sand, or so Albus overheard at dinner the night before.. Hugo and Rose stayed the night and are travelling to King's Cross with them; Rose is thankfully as organised as her mother, or they may never have made it out of the house.. Harry is muttering under his breath that he's never understood how Molly could get five kids to school without going insane when Albus drags his trunk down the stairs.. 'Got everything?' Albus nods.. 'Good.. Where's your sister?' 'Deciding which robes to wear.. ' 'For crying out—LILY!' His voice echoes up the stairs.. A moment later Lily answers, 'I can't find my quills!' A large, red, rather ragged-looking Quaffle flies past Harry's ear; he catches it swiftly, without losing a beat, a moment before it would have upset the vase on the kitchen table.. 'Phwoar,' Hugo breathes, coming to retrieve the ball.. At just fifteen, he's almost as tall as Harry already, and built like a bull, as if he'd been engineered to play a Beater.. 'I thought that was a goner.. Sorry, Uncle Harry.. ' 'It's fine.. Are you ready? Rose, too? Where's—James, go help your sister find her quills.. ' Rolling his eyes, James takes off up the stairs.. Getting ready for school is always a chore when their mum's away.. She makes it look easy, Harry always says.. Handling packs is in her blood, or something.. Albus sometimes wonders if his father would have had kids at all if his mother hadn't wanted them so badly.. Getting out of the house is the hardest part.. After that, all Harry has to do is make sure he doesn't misplace anyone on the way, and the train will take care of the rest.. They make it to King's Cross at the last minute, as they usually do, with the train whistling its five-minute warning as Albus crosses through the barrier onto Platform 9 ¾.. Dominique is already waiting for them, or rather waiting for James, leaning against the side of the train carriage as they approach.. He's taller than James, with fairer skin and far more freckles, his long, strawberry-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck.. Bill and Fleur wave in greeting from the other side of the platform.. 'About bloody time,' he calls, grinning.. James makes a rude hand gesture that Harry quickly extinguishes with a severe look.. 'All right, get a move on, it won't wait,' Harry says, ushering them all towards the train.. 'Hewouldknow,' James says cheekily.. 'If I get an owl before the week's over, I'll be Flooing your mother,' Harry warns.. 'I'll make sure he behaves,' Dominique promises.. 'Same goes for you,' Harry adds, not fooled.. 'Al, look after your sister—yes, Lily, I'll owl you the quills.. Go.. ' 'So pushy,' James sniffs, lugging his trunk onto the train.. 'He has no faith in us anymore,' Dom agrees solemnly.. 'Wouldn't have anything to do with that toilet seat you sent Teddy,' Albus remarks.. 'Quiet, snake,' James says, his tone a little less friendly than it was a moment ago.. The change is expected, and it doesn't really bother Albus.. You can't appear to be too friendly to a Slytherin if you're a Gryffindor, even if he is your little brother.. 'Where are we going? See if you can find Violet's compartment—' 'She's all full-up, looks like Cody beat you to her,' Lily announces, peeking inside the compartment to their left.. A loud, familiar giggle comes from inside, making both Albus and Lily grimace.. 'I'm going to find Olivia, I'll see you guys.. ' Wordlessly, Hugo follows her.. Albus watches them go in despair, wishing he could slip away unnoticed.. But James would catch him before he got two feet.. The compartment to their right also has the curtains drawn.. Albus quickly recognises the voices inside; so does James.. 'Ugh, snake pit.. Come on,' he says, heaving his trunk further down the corridor.. Albus doesn't argue—the last time he tried to sit with Slytherins on the train, James made a loud, public declaration about how they had nine and a half months to try to taint and corrupt him, but he wouldn't be giving them one minute more with his brother than he had to.. Not that Albus particularlydesiresto be forced into their company; most of the Slytherins treat him like a Gryffindor spy, anyway.. In all fairness, he pretty much is; James can get any information out of his brother that he wants if he plays his cards right—and he always does.. Sighing, he follows James down the corridor.. The ride to Hogwarts is largely uneventful, at least for Albus, as he spends most of it sitting in the corner of the compartment watching his brother make a fool out of himself.. James and Seán Finnigan have entered in a running contest to see who can get the most snogs before the train arrives, and so far James is winning by double figures.. Dominique refrains from participating; he's what James likes to call 'the weird, monogamous one', and refuses to snog anyone that isn't Elizabeth Smith.. Albus thinks it's something to do with his mum warning him to be careful with the 'Veela-stuff' but James says this is clearly nonsense, and it's obviously because he is French.. 'More for me,' James declares, waving a dismissive hand.. His eyes wander over to Albus, who is lounging comfortably in Dom's shadow.. 'What about you, snake? You'd do all right, if you gave it a shot.. ' 'I don't want any venereal diseases, but thanks.. ' 'You're hilarious,' James says, deadpan.. 'Really, would itkill youto have a little fun?' 'I have plenty of fun,' he says, and when James raises an eyebrow, continues, smirking, 'just when you're not looking, Jamie.. ' 'Don't call me that, snake.. ' 'Sure thing, Jamie.. ' 'He hasn't snoggedanyoneyet,' Seán interjects, smirking.. 'Have you, squirt?' 'Shut it, Finnigan,' James snaps, in accordance with his somewhat unique philosophy—that he may pick on his little brother as much and as often as he pleases, but that it is his rightalone—but is immediately distracted from telling Finnigan off any further.. 'Ooh, there's Lesley Bell—buggeroff,' he growls as Seán dashes out of the compartment, calling after him in a hiss, 'I saw her first!' 'Finders keepers, Potter!' 'I should probably go check in with the prefects,' Dominique announces, standing.. James wrinkles his nose.. 'Traitor.. ' Dominique shrugs, opening the compartment door.. 'You're just miffed I get my own room.. ' 'Inside which you will be breaking atleasta dozen different school rules,' James points out.. Dom smirks as he leaves, James' head following him outside calling at the top of his voice, 'Copulation outside of marriage is a sin, you know!' 'HeadBoy,' he mutters, slumping back into his seat, having little left to do now that both his best friends are elsewhere and he has only his snakey-sibling for company.. He gives Albus a very serious look.. 'If you're Head Boy next year, I'll disown you.. ' 'I'm not even a prefect,' Albus points out.. 'Yeah, well, you're not completely without hope,' James agrees, propping his feet on the bench next to Albus.. 'Who actuallywantsto be Head Boy, anyway? Just a load of extra work, and you have to listen to everybody whinge about everything.. ' 'Well,' says Albus, shrugging, 'he also gets to take points.. ' Something bright lights up in James' dark eyes, and Albus can practically hear the gears inside of his head processing this piece of information he's clearly been overlooking.. 'Ooh,yes.. ' Rubbing his hands together like a fiend, he smiles brilliantly at Albus.. 'Nothing personal, snake, but your lot istoast.. ' ... Dominique didn't especially want to be Head Boy, though he doesn't particularly mind the prospect, either.. It's earned his aunt's recognition, which according to his entire family certainly counts for something, and hedoesget his own room—which he is willing to bet James will use for more illicit purposes than he even wants to think about.. And, as his father pointed out, it looks great on a resume; just look at their uncle, scribe to the Minister fresh out of Hogwarts; and so on, and so forth.. Either way, Dominique was happy enough to accept the offer.. Although if the Headmistress thinks that his being Head Boy will keep James Potter in line, well, then maybe it's about time for her to retire anyway.. Madison Buckley is waiting at the door; she is a petite, squirrelish Ravenclaw with bright eyes hidden behind thick-framed glasses, and is serving as his counterpart Head Girl.. She blushes when he says hello, which isn't entirely unusual; she tends to blush whenever anybody notices her existence.. It looks as if most of the other prefects have already assembled in the compartment designated for their pre-term meeting.. He takes the register anyway, just to make sure.. There are some new prefects he doesn't recognise, and... 'Wait, where's Malfoy?' A short, cold cough draws his attention to the back, where icy eyes are lurking in the shadows of the Ravenclaw prefects, Susan Willows and Haydan Bray.. Dominique blinks at him.. 'Did you—' 'Does it matter?' Scorpius demands coldly.. Dom doesn't answer immediately; beside Scorpius, Jocelyn Rosier cracks her gum, loudly, the sound breaking the silence like a whip.. Bloody Slytherins.. Dominique shrugs.. 'Just asking.. Anyway—' ... Harry sighs as the train pulls out of the station, taking with it an enormous weight off his shoulders.. It's not that he minds the kids being home; if anything, both he and Ginny miss them terribly when they are at school.. It's just that with the two of them juggling full work schedules, it is always more exhausting than it is gratifying to have the summer holidays roll around; summer is a busy time, for both of them—the Quidditch Cup, in particular, can keep Ginny away for months at a time.. By the time he gets to work, it is half past eleven, but as heisthe boss, it really doesn't matter.. Kingsley is waiting for him in his office, staring at the world map on the far wall, still marked with a dozen or so red pins.. 'Kids all off?' Harry nods.. 'We need to talk.. 'Oh, great, Harry thinks, and waits for it.. 'Your department is currently paying out more overtime—' 'We already talked about that—' '—than every other departmentcombined,' Kingsley finishes firmly.. 'It's one thing to have two or three Aurors pulling overtime on every paycheque, it's another if it's theentiredepartment.. Especially when most of your department consists ofseniorAurors who make at least three times as much as your recruits—' 'Thatis the problem, though,' Harry says, frustrated.. 'We don'thaveany recruits.. We've had maybe a dozen or so rookies in the past two years, and more than half of them haven't made the cut.. I can'tforcepeople to apply for the job; I'm doing the best I can with what I have.. ' 'I know, I'm not blaming you, Harry, relax.. ' Kingsley rubs his temple, looking less like the Minister in theProphetand more like the Auror Harry once once fought beside.. 'We just need to figure something out.. After the war, everyone just dropped everything to celebrate,' he continues, sighing.. 'Since then, it's almost as though they've forgotten we needed Aurors before the Dark Lord.. ' 'I've got my hands full as it is,' Harry tells him.. 'I don't have time to work on recruiting campaigns, I'm handling the job of a team on my own here.. ' 'I know you are, which is why I'm sending you help for that,' Kingsley says, standing and moving towards the door.. 'Just try not to scare him out of the office, all right? And give Weasley a Floo, will you?' 'I already have.. ' Kingsley turns back around, eyebrow raised.. 'And?' 'And he says he'll think about,' Harry says.. 'He's on holiday.. You do know what those are, don't you? 'Can't say I'm familiar with the term,' Kingsley says, smirking as he closes the door.. 'I've never had one.. ' 'Yeah, me neither,' Harry mutters, slumping down at his desk.. ... Dominique leaves them at Hogsmeade station to help escort the first-years up to the castle, and the space at James' side is quickly filled, in addition to Seán, by Nikolas Sloper and Clarrisa Vane, both also seventh-year Gryffindors.. Albus initially thought Clarissa to be something of a tomboy, but has come to the realisation that she is actually desperately in love with his older brother without any hope that he'll ever notice that she is, in fact, of the female variety.. She isn't exactly unfortunate looking, but nor is she remarkable—certainly not the slim, clear-skinned, Greek-goddess that James intends to marry.. She seems content enough in his company, though, and is always nice to Albus despite his Slytherin status; she smiles in greeting as they pile into a carriage.. Nikolas is in the midst of recounting all the injuries he managed to sustain over the summer while trying out the new Eclipse (his father is the Chief Editor ofWhich Broomstick, which means that whenever a new model comes out, Nik is suddenly the most popular bloke in school) and holds the attention of everyone except James, who keeps glaring out the window, which Albus is surprised to notice has yet to crack under the pressure.. 'Mum'll probably send you the broom,' Albus says finally.. Displays of empathy are not his greatest strength—improvisational sarcasm has always been much more his forte—but he figures he ought to try.. A gloomy James spells trouble for everybody, especially Slytherins.. 'If she ever comes home,' James mutters, eyes flickering to his brother.. 'They're on their fifth week, now.. ' The Quidditch World Cup always takes Mum away from home for at least two weeks—that's when the game only lasts a day or two.. She always manages to get them good tickets, since she knows everybody in the circuit, but occasionally a game will last several weeks and they'll hardly see her at all.. It bothers Lily the most out of all of them, being crammed in a house with nothing but 'an overdose of testosterone' for the entire summer.. Albus, however, suspects that her complaints are due more to the fact that she is the only one who knows how to cook.. 'Maybe you can appeal to McGonagall,' Albus suggests.. 'She got Dad the Nimbus, after all.. ' James seems to consider this for a moment.. 'This,' he says, 'is why you got tossed into Slytherin.. You have all theseideas.. ' He spits the word, as if it were a sin.. 'But not a bad point, snake.. S'worth a shot, at least.. Dad still wantsyouto try out, you know.. ' 'You'd have Sloper murder me with a Bludger,' Albus points out.. 'I would, but you'd deserve it.. Playing for the snakes! Honestly.. I still reckon they should allow you to be re-Sorted,' James declares, as he doeseveryyear.. 'I mean, really, that soggy old Hat probably went mad years ago.. ' 'Dad was almost in Slytherin,' Albus points out.. '"Almost" being the operative word.. ' 'I don't mind it,' Albus says, shrugging.. 'Don't know why you do.. ' 'The hell you don't mind it! McGonagall had to kick you out of our common room like fifty times in your first year.. ' Because you kept dragging me in, Albus thinks, but simply shrugs again.. 'It's all right.. They're not so bad, you know.. Most of them just leave me alone.. ' James gives him another look, a look Albus knows far too well, that says he knows Albus won't tattle on anyone, whether they deserve it or not, because Albus never wants to cause a fuss where one can be avoided.. Albus avoids his gaze, instead looking out the window to the castle, which grows larger with every rickety step the carriage takes.. Thankfully, James is distracted by Nikolas wavingWhich Broomstickunder his nose, and he leaves Albus to it.. Hogwarts glimmers brilliantly through the rain-spattered window, poised high over the lake, a supernatural temple awaiting its guests to spoil with feasts and knowledge.. He often walks the halls of the school, wondering about its great history, the thousands of witches and wizards who have passed through the same halls over the centuries, and what stories their lives held.. And, more interesting yet, what stories the castle will continue to hold long after they've all gone.. Not that he ever shares these thoughts, though.. James would laugh him right out of the castle.. ... The Great Hall is a dazzling sight to behold, with thousands of lit candles floating overhead, the deep, inky sky bleeding down from the ceiling.. Large groups of students break off from one another as they enter, quickly filling the long, glossy wooden tables positioned under their house flags.. James ruffles his hair with a grin, calling, 'Later, snake!' as he heads towards the Gryffindor table, surrounded by a throng of his friends.. Albus straightens his glasses and wanders to the Slytherin table alone, eyes searching the length of the bench.. The familiar splash of white amongst the seated crowd is nowhere to be seen; Albus furrows his brow, and takes a seat between the Zabini twins, both of whom greet him with cold indifference.. 'Wotcher, snake.. ' Albus looks up quickly to find what he is looking for right across from him.. Silver eyes glitter smartly back at him, and he blinks several times as he looks Scorpius over.. He adopted James' nickname for him sometime back in second year; Albus actually minds it less coming from him, because he knows that Scorpius doesn't really mean it.. 'Nice hair,' Albus remarks.. 'Have you been disinherited yet?' Scorpius smirks, making the skin around his eyes and nose crinkle pleasantly.. His hair, which had been getting rather long, has been cut shockingly short and styled with something sticky to give it the look of a casual, tousled mess.. What is most surprising is the colour; the white-blonde has been changed to a deep black, whether by magic or some Muggle concoction, Albus doesn't yet know.. It is remarkable how much paler he looks with it now, rather than the unicorn-like mane everyone is used to.. 'Father's got more important things to do than attempt to discipline his delinquent offspring,' Scorpius drawls, in a tone that suggests this to be quoted verbatim.. His eyes are still the same, though.. That much is reassuring to Albus, and he smirks back.. Any further conversation will have to wait; Albus tries to speak with Malfoy as sparingly as possible when his brother is around, even if he is at the far end of the hall.. James has what he likes to call a 'sixth sense' that allows him to detect when any Slytherins are giving Albus grief, and fly in for the rescue.. This usually ends up with any number of Slytherins in the infirmary and all of those involved serving detentions.. The Sorting is the painfully long, terribly boring affair it always is, forcing them all to sit in wait of a long-expected meal their growing bodies desperately need.. Albus is often surprised to find how much food he can devour in one sitting; while his eating habits are as nothing compared to James' in terms of speed or quantity, he still manages to consume far more than can be considered healthy.. By the time the puddings vanish, he feels much like he imagines a beached whale must, his overstuffed stomach trying to metabolise the cauldron's worth of shepherds' pie, stew, sausages, gravy, potatoes, yams, and Yorkshire puddings inside.. McGonagall is saying something important about the Forbidden Forest and he is truly, honestly trying to listen, but can think of little other than his large, warm four-poster waiting in the dungeons.. Scorpius kicks him hard under the table and he has to bite down sharply on his tongue to keep from yelping.. '...and the Quidditch tryouts will be held this Saturday; all those interested, see your House captains...' Albus gives Scorpius a dangerous look, clearly expressing 'No.. ', but Scorpius, being the evil, conniving bastard that he is, smirks viciously back in a loud, resounding, 'Oh,yes.. '.. ...

This is a fanfic story. Genre: non_english Cuentos infantiles Capítulo 1 Disclaimer: Slayers no me pertenece, y no obtengo ningún tipo de beneficio escribiendo un fanfic de esta serie. Cuentos Infantiles Por: Luna Sol Nocturno Amelia salió de la tienda con un trofeo en sus manos, por fin lo había conseguido, había llegado su momento. Puede que el tema no fuera muy recomendable, pero seguro que si lo escondía bien, él no tendría por qué enterarse. "¿Más cuentos infantiles?", susurró una voz detrás de ella. "Exactamente", respondió. Antes de que Zelgadiss alargara la mano para cogerlo, ella lo metió en la mochila y le lanzó una mirada de advertencia. Los ojos grisáceos de Zelgadiss resplandecieron y la rodeó con dulzura. "¿Voy esta noche?", preguntó. "Eres increíble, ¿no vas a dejar que me recupere?", respondió Amelia. "¿Aún tienes agujetas?", dijo Zelgadiss incrédulo. "Sí, si hago movimientos bruscos, sí", explicó Amelia. Zelgadiss sonrió cálidamente y la llevó a un sombrío portal, la alzó y la sentó en un murete, apretando sus caderas contra las suyas. La tácita pregunta asomó antes de que la besara. "Pero no te muevas mucho", le advirtió. Zelgadiss suspiró y la besó mientras la acariciaba. Hacía solo unas semanas que se habían empezado a amar con sus cuerpos, y jamás se había sentido preparado para ello, pero ella no era una mujer, era una droga. Se sentía tan unido a la princesa que solo de pensar en abandonarla, su corazón se descomponía. Sí, la había añorado tanto que al cabo de unos años decidió regresar, no estaba muy seguro de que Phill aprobara la relación, pero lucharía por seguir a su lado, por despertar cada mañana con ella entre los brazos y ver su sonrisa al terminar su "ritual". Bajó los labios hasta el cuello y buscó una zona en concreto. Amelia reprimió un jadeo y se mordió el labio, cómo le gustaría devolverle todas las atenciones que ella procesaba. Le apretó contra ella y deseó estar en una mullida cama... y con el libro memorizado. De repente, les vio. "Zel... ya vienen", dijo Amelia. La quimera gruñó molesta, odiaba las interrupciones de cualquier tipo, y más especialmente si era en un momento tan íntimo y preciado para ambos. Controlaron el ansia de sus cuerpos y se dieron un corto beso, después la joven salió del portal mientras Zelgadiss se escabullía para fingir que venía de otro lugar. "Bueno, ¿buscamos dónde dormir?", preguntó. "De acuerdo, ya he encontrado lo que buscaba", respondió Zelgadiss. "¿Otro cuento?", preguntó. "Historias de la zona", explicó. "Si no os importa", interrumpió Zelgadiss, "creo que sé dónde está el lugar adecuado". "¿Ah sí?", preguntó. "Sí, tiene termas, un gran menú y resulta barata", dijo. Realmente era una posada lujosa, no llegaba a la ostentación y el trato resultaba muy agradable. Antes de que cada uno se fuera a su habitación, Zel dejó caer una pequeña nota en la mochila de Amelia. Sería divertido. La joven se despidió de la hechicera, Lina tenía pensado darse un baño rápido y después atacar, junto con Gaudy, las existencias del restaurante. Ella alegó que estaba muy cansada y que ya comería después de un largo y reconfortante baño. Pero en cuanto entró en la habitación, todo fue sustituido por otra cosa, el libro. Se subió a la mullida cama y lo sacó de la mochila, tenía que preparar una estrategia que no resultase muy evidente y le permitiese obtener su objetivo sin levantar sospechas de ningún tipo en él. ¿Pero cómo? Zelgadiss era muy listo, su intuición solo le fallaba en situaciones que le resultaban un tanto ajenas a su ritmo de vida normal, y ella era como un libro abierto para él, no tenía ningún tipo de secreto… ¿O sí? Le había ocultado lo que en realidad era el libro, entonces solo era cuestión de prepararlo bien, de hacer que bajase la guardia, de llevarle al terreno donde él se abandonaba, de no abordarlo directamente. Era el momento de que ella le sedujese. Y tenía la excusa perfecta en la mano. Esta posada tiene termas mixtas. ¿Me acompañarías en el baño? Tu deseoso amante, Zelgadiss Greywords Zelgadiss se terminó la copa de vino, llevaba un buen rato esperando a que Amelia bajase. Le había costado encontrar un establecimiento que tuviese termas mixtas y por nada del mundo estaba dispuesto a dejar escapar la oportunidad de bañarse junto a ella. Suspiró con la esperanza de que bajase pronto y se sirvió otra copa. Fue detenido cuando se la llevaba a los labios. "Siento el retraso, la nota era muy pequeña", le susurraron rozándole el oído. Sintió como se tensaba al instante, no hizo falta que le mirase para saber que tendría los ojos cerrados en un intento por controlarse. Definitivamente, iba a ser divertido. Puso los ojos como platos al notar cómo los senos de Amelia se apretaban contra su espalda, dejó escapar un largo y profundo suspiro de placer al recordar vívidamente la textura y la redondez que poseían a pesar de su tamaño. "No... no pasa... nada", tartamudeó, finalmente recobró el control sobre su propia voz. "¿Leyendo cuentos?", preguntó. "Sí", dijo más contenta que respondiendo a su pregunta. Zelgadiss la miró sorprendido. "¡No llevas la toalla!", exclamó. Cierto era que la había visto desnuda, que había recorrido incansable su piel durante noches enteras y ella no tenía ningún reparo en desvestirse cuando se limitaban a dormir apretados, piel con piel, el uno contra el otro. Pero nunca había esperado semejante atrevimiento por su parte: ella era una princesa, educada en las normas del protocolo y el decoro desde niña. Pensaba pasar un buen rato con sus sonrojos y en cambio ella dejaba que devorase su cuerpo con los ojos. "¿Qué te pasa?", preguntó. "¿No te da vergüenza? Podría entrar alguien más, y bueno...", dijo Zelgadiss. "¿Por qué? Esto son termas, la gente viene aquí a bañarse", respondió Amelia. La quimera la miró embobado, y tras un rato su mente recordó cómo pensar con una cierta coherencia, por entonces Amelia había apoyado los brazos en el borde de la piscina y había recostado la cabeza sobre ellos, le miraba de forma tierna. Él resbaló aún más dentro del agua y la rozó la espalda. "¿Sabes ella las ganas de tomarla así que tengo?", pensó. "Zel...", dijo Amelia. "Mmmh, ¿Qué pasa?", susurró Zelgadiss enjabonándola el vientre. "¿Estás seguro?", preguntó Amelia. "Sí, ¿qué tiene de malo?", respondió Zelgadiss. "No sé... hace unos años no querías ni oír hablar del tema, salías corriendo", dijo Amelia. "Eso era porque no sabía lo que me perdía", dijo Zelgadiss, lamiendo el contorno del oído con toda la ternura que podía reunir en ese momento. "Ahora no quiero perderlo". "¡Tín! ¡Lo tenía!", gritó. "Prométeme una cosa", le silenció con los dedos. "Espera una hora antes de entrar en la habitación". "¿Pero... Amelia?", preguntó Zelgadiss. "Tú hazlo", respondió Amelia. Antes de poder seguir, le besó, medio saltando sobre él. La quimera se apoyó casi de casualidad en los brazos y respondió aturdido, entonces acabó. "Ya tienes la respuesta", dijo Amelia. "Pagar por cuatro habitaciones y solo usar tres, que derroche", dijo Zelgadiss irónicamente. Realmente se alegraba de que fuese así. Terminó de poner todo en orden, recitó el hechizo de silencio y escondió el libro bajo la cama mientras esperaba a que sonase la señal convenida. Cuando ocurrió, no perdió el tiempo, saltó hacia él y abrazándole las caderas con las piernas le besó feroz. "¿Pero no tenías agujetas?", preguntó Zelgadiss. "Antes, me aplicó un recuperación", respondió Amelia. "Entonces la próxima vez no te escaparás", murmuró Zelgadiss maliciosamente. Soltó la yukata con rapidez, dejando que colgase únicamente de sus brazos y se despojó de la suya, apretando la tierna carne contra los planos que le formaban, después se tumbó en la cama, sintiendo como el ligero peso de Amelia la aproximaba más a él. Suspiró relajándose, concentrándose en ella, en su olor, en cómo le respondía… Cephid. Ese fue su error. Amelia acarició los musculosos brazos, extendiéndolos hacia el cabecero. Le tenía donde quería, debajo de ella, con la guardia baja y totally entregado a sus acciones. Deslizó los pañuelos alrededor de las pétreas muñecas y se apartó de él. Zelgadiss miró fijamente los pañuelos de seda blanca, tiró, no pasó nada, volvió a tirar, siguió sin pasar nada. Tiró con todas sus fuerzas, frustrado porque unos simples pañuelos se le resistiesen. "Por mucho que tires no se soltarán", dijo Amelia. "¿Qué significa esto?", preguntó Zelgadiss. La princesa sonrió inocentemente mientras regulaba las lámparas a un sensual resplandor dorado. "Si te hubiese dicho cualquier cosa sobre mis planes… te habrías resistido, y eso no puedo permitirlo, ¿entiendes?", dijo Amelia. "¿Qué planes?", siseó Zelgadiss, temiendo que estuviese bajo el influjo de un demonio. "Sore wa himitsu desu", dijo Amelia, guiñando un ojo. La respuesta fue instantánea. Empezó a debatirse, murmurando contrahechizos, a arquearse en un intento por alcanzar los pañuelos con los dientes y desgarrarlos. "Zeros", siseó Zelgadiss, "abandona el cuerpo de Amelia o te juro que esta vez…". Se subió sobre él y le besó la punta de la nariz. Zelgadiss sacó la barbilla en un gesto de profundo desprecio. "Es una broma, pero ¿me dejarás seguir?", preguntó Amelia. "¿Con qué?", dijo Zelgadiss, más calmado al comprobar que su princesa era su princesa. Sonrió y le susurró su plan para esa noche, después le besó para evitar que dijese nada. No se lo podía creer. Ella, su dulce y adorada Amelia, le iba a hacer el amor, ¿a él? ¿Al asesino más buscado en los territorios del interior de la barrera? No se lo merecía, pero enfrentarse a su cabezonería implicaba peligros desconocidos hasta la fecha; se obligó a relajarse en un intento por sentir claramente a lo que iba a ser sometido y abrió los ojos cuando la joven se separó de él. Amelia recorrió los angulosos rasgos buscando un órgano en concreto, con una mano le acarició los labios mientras mordisqueaba la puntiaguda oreja, lamiendo con suavidad hasta llegar al lóbulo. En cuanto succionó, Zelgadiss emitió un quejido y giró el rostro en un intento porque ella se saciase. No le decepcionó. Dejó de jadear al notar como una de sus finas manos se enredaba en su pelo, masajeando el plateado cuero cabelludo para que se relajase. Si sería lo mejor, intuía que ésta iba a ser una noche muy larga. Estiró una mano y masajeó las duras de él, cada dedo fue cuidado y acariciado para despertar todos los nervios posibles, mientras le besaba bajó por las muñecas, repitiendo todo el proceso. Había zonas en las que su compañero se abandonaba, gimiendo gustoso, y era entonces cuando ella aprovechaba para recorrer su boca con gula de él; notó que sonreía y se separaba de su particular banquete, le besó en el tórax, proclamándose dueña de él con las suaves y enloquecedoras caricias que definían cada músculo, cada piedra... En cuanto le rozó el abdomen, hundió la cabeza en la almohada con un quejido, hacía bien en tenerle atado. De ser por él, ya estarían en el segundo o tercer asalto. Disfrutaba, no recibiendo, sino dándole placer a él. Cephid, si hubiese sabido que esto era tan delicioso, hace tiempo le habría atado a la cama. Inclinándose sobre él de tal forma que sus senos colgasen a tan solo unos centímetros de los hambrientos labios, cogió un pequeño bote de la mesilla, lo destapó y le miró sonriendo con picardía. Zelgadiss sintió cómo un escalofrío le recorría de la punta de los pies hasta el último de sus plateados pelos. ¿Qué nueva travesura estaba tramando? Entonces vio algo que sí le hizo desear librarse de los pañuelos cuanto antes. Miel, más dorada debido a la luz, líquida y dulce sobre los dedos de Amelia. Reprimió un gemido al ver como la joven levantaba el brazo y dejaba que se vertiese sobre su lengua en unas gotas realmente lujuriantes por la lentitud, después la garganta se le secó al ver cómo ella chupaba los dedos de forma sensual para quitar el resto de la miel adherida. No necesitaba mirarle para saber que el truco había resultado, el calor y las palpitaciones que sentía contra una de sus nalgas era la prueba que necesitaba. "Deliciosa", dijo con un ronroneo. Casi se le salen los ojos de las órbitas al ver cómo la joven se inclinaba y dibujaba algo con la miel en su pecho. "¿Me podrías decir qué es?", dijo tras besarle y hacer que él también la probase. "No lo sé", jadeó, "no me dejas notarlo con... claridad". "Bueno, te lo volveré a dibujar", dijo Amelia. Besó el principio del dorado camino en el azulado pezón y empezó a lamer con fuerza para ir quitando la miel, sonrió al sentir como se arqueaba jadeando, definitivamente no se iba a enterar muy bien de lo que ponía. Se dejó hacer, ¿qué más podría hacer teniendo en cuenta que estaba atado al cabecero? Nada, salvo disfrutar e intentar saber qué era lo que tenía escrito en el pecho, porque ¿eso eran trazos? "¿Ya lo sabes?", susurró lamiéndose los labios. "Creo que sí", dijo Zelgadiss. Le miró sonriendo con su habitual expresión de inocencia. "¿Te amo?", dijo dubitativo. "Felicidades, te mereces un premio", dijo Amelia. "Si hubiese sido un lobo, tendría las orejas tiesas". "¿Me los puedes quitar?", preguntó Zelgadiss, refiriéndose a los pañuelos. "No, lo siento", respondió Amelia. Ya le parecía demasiado corto el tiempo de atadura, seguro que tenía pensado alguna perversión más. La miró, aún tenía puesta la yukata, colgando de los brazos y enseñando buena parte de los hombros y del delicioso escote. Por probar qué perdía. "¿Podrías quitarte la yukata?", preguntó Zelgadiss. "Sí, podría hacerlo", respondió Amelia. "¿No quieres nada más?", preguntó. "¡Que me quites los pañuelos y me des el tarro de miel!", se contuvo. Estaba atado a la cama, indefenso frente a la más peligrosa fiera que seguramente existiese, su amante. Le complació, desmontando de su estómago hizo que la prenda se deslizase hasta el suelo con un revoloteo y giro lentamente para que la devorase con los ojos, después se volvió a subir encima. "¿No quieres nada más?", volvió a preguntar Amelia. "Bueno, ahora que lo dices", dijo Zelgadiss, "si hay algo más, me pica entre los omoplatos". Susurró con la esperanza de que cayese en la trampa y le soltase. Muy mal hecho, parecían decir sus ojos, sacó una pluma de la mullida almohada y se la enseñó, la quimera abrió la boca para negarse, pero se le escaparon unas carcajadas. "¡De acuerdo! ¡No lo volveré a intentar! ¡Para ya por favor!", suplicó desesperado. "Espero que te quede bien claro, porque aún quedan muchas más en la almohada", dijo Amelia. Deslizó la pluma por el pétreo rostro, para después definir los tensados músculos del tórax y del abdomen. Al primer amago de risa por parte de Zelgadiss, sus labios y lengua tomaron el relevo, arrancando varios quejidos. Había llegado la hora de la verdad. Lo recorrió con un dedo, dudando, no era lo mismo imaginárselo que tenerlo delante realmente. Respiró hondo varias veces hasta recordar todo y empezó. La quimera bajó la mirada todo lo que la extraña postura le permitía, pero apenas tuvo la ocasión de ver nada. Rápidamente se arqueó por culpa de una cálida y húmeda caricia en lo más íntimo de su cuerpo, en respuesta su respiración se hizo dificultosa y se vio obligado a jadear para así tener suficiente oxígeno en sus pulmones. Cuando unos delicados dedos recorrieron su perineo y pulsaron un lugar muy especial, gimió abandonándose. Conocía lo suficiente sus reacciones como para saber el instante justo en que ya no había vuelta atrás. En cuanto se dio, apretó contra el paquete de nervios que ya tenía localizado y se maravilló al ver que funcionaba; la quimera emitió un sollozo y supo que en ese instante se hallaba perdido en su propio clímax. Podría tener misericordia, pero decidió que no. Apretó un rato más y entonces fue relajando poco a poco la presión hasta que sus impulsos la llevaron a rodearle con la boca, ofrecerle una última caricia y arrojarle de forma salvaje por el borde. Sintió cómo su alma era arrancada de su cuerpo con tal violencia que perdió la conciencia de todo lo que le rodeaba. Al volver, se relajó tan agradecido por el descanso que experimentaban sus sentidos tras el último asalto, que murmuró un "te amo" y cerró los ojos intentando regular su respiración. Goteando besos por las zonas "neutrales" de la azulada anatomía, comprobó que él ya empezaba a recuperarse. Eso era algo que la tenía extrañada desde que empezó a leer el libro, en teoría un hombre tardaba mucho en recuperarse. Pero él no, posiblemente al ser una quimera no sólo la resistencia y aguante de su amante fuesen exclusivas del combate, sino también de otro tipo de batallas. Sonrió contra el hueco de sus clavículas y se alzó para apartarle el pelo del rostro. Aún no había acabado. "Zel, le besó", dijo Amelia. "¿Qué?" "Necesito que te recuestes, sobre las almohadas", respondió Zelgadiss. "¿Para?" "Para que puedas verme bien". La miró interrogante. ¿Verla bien? La joven bajó de su regazo y él la obedeció, llevado por una morbosa curiosidad. Nunca había dejado de observarla, conocía sus movimientos al dedillo, incluso los inconscientes que hacía en ocasiones; sus brazos se relajaron al tener los hombros tan arriba y suspiró. Amelia volvió a situarse sobre él y le besó recorriendo sus labios con la lengua. En cuanto abrió la boca, el beso se hizo mucho más íntimo, relajado pero pasional. Apenas sintió como empezaba a estimularle de nuevo hasta que una corriente de crudo placer le hizo gemir y romper el beso en un burdo intento por resistir. ¿Resistir qué? ¿Las enloquecedoras caricias con las que estaba siendo cubierto? ¿El profundo e intenso amor que se escondía detrás de cada roce? No, intentaba resistir el sentimiento de culpa, la sensación que tenía de haber traicionado algo tan profundo y glorioso que ahora se veía obligado a soportar la sensual tortura de Amelia para expiar la culpa. Había intentado ser el dueño y señor de alguien que había sido, era y sería libre entre sus brazos; la miró sabiendo la causa de todo lo que estaba ocurriendo y dejó de oponer resistencia al placer para así descubrir todas sus variantes y sutilezas. Empezó a acogerle con lentitud, tentándole a mover la cadera en un empujón para tomarla como antes posesivamente. Al sólo obtener una mirada de comprensión, supo que por fin entendía. Terminó de envolverle y se echó hacia delante. "Ahora es cuando te puedo soltar", dijo. "No lo hagas. Por favor", respondió Amelia. "Muy bien", dijo Zelgadiss, besándola de nuevo, "es tu decisión". Todo lo anterior no le preparó para lo que ocurrió. Amelia se alzó, sentándose sobre el nexo que formaban, respiró hondo y apretó, haciendo que Zelgadiss abriese aún más los ojos al notarlo. Después se alzó y, al descender, volvió a hacerlo, aunque esta vez dejó escapar un gemido muy elocuente; las poderosas manos se tensaron en sus agarres por las repentinas caricias que ella empezó a prodigarle de nuevo. Otro gemido escapó al notar cómo él, su amante hambriento y torturado, empujó hacia arriba con las caderas para pedirla aun más caricias. Y algún que otro beso. La conciencia de Zelgadiss volvió de un merecido descanso nocturno, entreabrió los ojos y la buscó, tumbada como él, boca abajo, pero leyendo un libro que estaba apoyado en la almohada. A pesar del pelo revuelto, seguía estando hermosa. Cerró el libro ante la nariz. "¿Pero no estaba dormido?", preguntó Amelia. Rápidamente se vio apretada contra un cuerpo duro pero tierno con ella y besada con dulzura. "Buenos días. ¿Me dejarás leerlo?", preguntó Amelia. "Eh... yo... esto... ¡NO!", exclamó Zelgadiss, apretándola contra sí en un intento por que no la descubriese. "¿Cómo que no?", preguntó Amelia. Empezó a hacerla cosquillas para que bajase la guardia, y cuando tuvo la oportunidad, la arrebató el libro, lo abrió por una hoja al azar y... Varios de los empleados se miraron asustados, esa no era una zona de terremotos, pero aun así la posada había temblado como si de verdad hubiera habido uno. Miraron al gerente y sacudieron la cabeza cuando este se encogió de hombros quitándole importancia. "¡Zelgadis!", exclamó Amelia, asomándose por el borde de la cama horrorizada. La quimera miraba estupefacta la hoja por donde tenía abierto el libro, sabía que Amelia era aficionada a los cuentos infantiles y que jamás perdía la oportunidad de ampliar su abundante colección. ¡Pero esto no era un libro de cuentos infantiles!, más parecía un libro sobre... sobre... ¿Sexualidad? Una pequeña idea surgió en lo recóndito de su mente. "Creo que empezaré a aficionarme a los cuentos infantiles", dijo Zelgadiss, alzando el rostro y mirándola. "¿Qué?", preguntó Amelia. "Éstos en concreto parecen interesantes", dijo Zelgadiss con malicia. "Baka –pensó–, más te vale andarte con ojo o no dormirás mucho por las noches". La mirada de Zelgadiss era muy elocuente, y eso no la asustaba, no ahora que él conocía hasta qué punto podrían explorarse el uno al otro.