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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Estrus Mage
The province of Cyrodiil was no stranger to odd cults and religions, but perhaps the most curious were the Estrus Mages. A group governed by the principle of sexual magicka, an art that was considered too taboo and vile for even the most open minded of mage, they were banished from the guilds for being a “danger to civilization.” Perhaps they were; for their magicka could bring disaster to the bloodlines of the empire.
For to be an Estrus Mage allowed one to control sexual desire, to manipulate the body and summon foul beings to do their sexual bidding. While no actual cases had ever been recorded, the fear of the damage one Estrus Mage could do to the Imperial Line was enough to bring about their demise. Every soldier, every mercenary looking to make some coin hunted them relentlessly, every rumor was followed up by a swift execution.
A century later, they were thought to all be dead, the Mage Guilds and the now Third Empire slowly forgot all about their very existence. Sexual magicka vanished from the land, for even if the Estrus Mages vanished and were forgotten, the fear was not; their brand of study was made illegal by order of the Emperor himself, punishable by death of not just the practitioner, but also their entire family.
However, with the death of not only Uriel Septim VII, but also his heirs, and the invasion of Oblivion, Cyrodiil became an unstable land. While none would admit it, the power and influence of the law waned, the legions were spread thin… a perfect time for the revival of an order that carried with it the death sentence of an entire bloodline. Like the Thieves Guild, the Estrus Mages had managed to survive; like the Dark Brotherhood, they dug down, below the surface of Cyrodiil. Their arts were practiced in secret, shrouded from the eyes of all by powerful, arcane magicka to protect their already dwindling numbers.
Just as Oblivion stormed the land of Cyrodiil, the Estrus Mages emerged from their seclusion, seeking what even the people themselves sought in these troubles times; survival.
The place, Imperial City, an unimaginative name for the capital city of a bloated, dying empire. The streets were still manned by guards, the people seemingly unconcerned by the threat that Oblivion posed. Perhaps they were putting on a brave front, or maybe in its desperation after the death of their leader, the Third Empire itself was in public denial.
The Elven Gardens District bustled with activity; as a central hub for residents and the construction of the city, many had to pass through during their daily activities. It was here that an Estrus Mage, a person who only a century ago would be the most feared man in all the city, appeared. But with time and the state of Cyrodiil, the guard became lax, patrolling only to look for pickpockets and thieves. His robes were simple and common; black with gold trim. Like any good member of a secret order, his face was covered, the hood of the robe was enchanted with powerful magicka to conceal it from all who would try to get a look. To all who looked upon him, he was but another mage going about business. And in essence, that’s what the Estrus Mage was doing.
Cyronin Sintav’s home was the target. The Sintav clan was small, much like his own order. Perhaps it was fate; the first step on rebuilding the glory of the order was to make use of a clan whose numbers were stunted and could not grow. For Cyronin, he was infertile, a fact that was slowly becoming all too apparent to his lovely wife, Carmana. Her time in life was coming, the desire for a child was strong; the need for one was all too powerful in the clan. But poor Cyronin could not deliver… and they were in denial, just like the Third Empire. And so, the Estrus Mage had come; he was going to give them what they wanted in his own, special way.
Upon touching the handle and entering the home, a spell was cast upon the door; one that would not allow it to be opened by any other than the Estrus Mage. What greeted him was what remained of a spacious room, now dominated by a large table and chairs, adorned with the common trappings of a dining room. And upon a chair was Cyronin, clad in a green flax tunic and black short pants, who looked up from his meal.
“Can I help you?”
Cyronin questioned the black and gold clad mage, but received no answer, much less a look in return. Rather, the mage looked to the stairs as Carmana descended, ready for the day at hand. She was a beautiful woman, her face as lovely as her body was voluptuous; her ample body was barely contained in her simple white dress with a a quilted doublet covering her bountiful chest.
Upon seeing her, the Estrus Mage felt a stirring in his loins; the day he had been training for was at hand…
“Oh, do we have a guest?”
Carmana asked as she stood at the base of the stairs, looking at the mage. Cyronin, however, rose to his feet and turned to his wife, his voice flaring to life with annoyance;
“No, just a rude fellow who won’t answer you when you pose him a question!”
Turning to the mage, Cyronin silently flashed a scowl and pointed to the door, wasting not another word on one who would not answer. The Mage, he simply turned his head toward the angry Sintav and stretched out his arm. With a mutter and a simple hand gesture, an arcane symbol appeared on the floor below Corynin; before he had a chance to even react, a series of tentacles erupted from realms unknown, twisting around his limbs and lifting him into the air. Carmana gasped in shock as she looked at her husband as he writhed, trying to get free from their grasp.
Before he could say anything, a tentacle lodged itself into Cyronin’s mouth, and as Carmana turned to the Estrus Mage, something came over her. A powerful urge welled up within her… she closed the distance between the two of them, then looped her arms around his neck, leaning toward his shrouded face. Deeply she kissed him and he in return, her tongue wiggling into his already parted and expecting lips. The Mage’s hands grabbed hold of her bountiful ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly, causing her to moan in pleasure as her enormous breasts were crushed against his chest as she deepened her already impassioned show of affection.
Cyronin looked on in horror as his lovely, fully figured wife embraced and was fondled by another man. For what seemed like hours the two were wrapped up in their passionate lock, but then the Estrus Mage pulled his head away from Carmana, causing her to whimper in sorrow. But the Mage, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear;
“You desire a taste of my phallus, do you not? Come, I shall let you have all that you wish.”
Carmana moaned at the though and nodded, her arms leaving him. The Estrus Mage released her ass, only to grab hold of a chair and dragged it before Cryonin, positioning it so the bound man would have an excellent view of what was to come. Sitting, Carmana strutted up to the Mage, hips wiggling, ample breasts swaying; she was so sensual in her approach. The Mage ran a hand down the crotch of his robe, instantly causing a seam to open, allowing his erect penis to spring forth. As Carmana dropped to her knees, she gasped in amazement at its size; a full seven inches in length, and nearly two inches in width.
She licked her lips before leaning forward, her now moistened pinkness touching the shaft softly. She kissed it up and down, from his balls to the head, then parted her lips and drove down, engulfing him in her wet heat. He groaned and she in turn moaned, the thickness vanished inch by inch down her hungry throat before she could take no more. Cyronin was horrified beyond all hope; the tentacles wrapped around his head to ensure he could not look away, they even spawned smaller ones to hold his eyes open, to get a grand view of his wife fellating another man with unbridled lust and vigor, making the pros down at the Imperial Waterfront look like untouched virgins by comparison.
The Estrus Mage placed a hand on Carmana’s head and grabbed hold of her hair, breaking the seal of her lips as he pulled her away from him. Looking up at him, her eyes filled with a wanton lust and desire to continue. But the Mage, he had other plans as he grabbed hold of the collar of her dress. With a swift motion, he tore the top open, causing her enormous breasts to spill out, freeing them from their prison of cloth.
They were truly massive, an Imperial Standard K cup; larger than her own head. Instinctively, Carmana wrapped them around his penis, making it vanish into her vast valley of cleavage before moving her great mountains upon his shaft, her saliva and his pre-cum making her skin slick. She mewled as the head poked out from time to time, her tongue lapping at it. She could swear, as the moments passed, that his penis was growing larger; for every time the head emerged, it came up a little further, her tongue felt a little more width to it.
“Your breasts are truly amazing, my lady. Truly marvelous; never have I seen their equal in all my years.”
The Estrus Mage spoke with praise, causing her to squeal in delight. Looking up, Carmana had praise of her own to give;
“Sir mage, your penis is also amazing; it almost seems to be growing ever larger between my breasts!”
“Ah, but it is, my lady. As you please it, it will grow in length and width; that way, I will be able to please you even more when I impale you upon it.”
Carmana trembled at the mere thought of it being inside of her, then turned her attention back to his penis; it had grow ever larger, enough for the head to stand proudly above her great valley. She took it into her mouth, tongue lapping at his pre-cum up like a cat would milk from a saucer, mewling happily as she savored the flavor of another man’s fluids. And poor Cyronin, he could only watch his gorgeous wife pleasure a stranger, his penis having grown quite large despite himself. It tented his pants, aching to be freed and taken care of, but alas, no such thing could happen. For all he could do was watch as Caramana worshipped a phallus that was so much larger than anything he could give to her.
The sucking, the slurping, the rubbing of her breasts… it was all enough to make any man orgasm, and yet the Estrus Mage, he showed no signs of releasing himself. Rather, true to his words, the phallus Carmana put so much effort into pleasing was growing by inches, until it measured nearly a foot in length and six inches in width. It grew so large that Carmana, despite her efforts, could go longer take it into her mouth; that was when the Mage spoke.
“My lady… it’s time.”
Carmana looked up at him, lust burning in her eyes as she nodded and stood up. The Mage followed suit, standing before the once decent, now wanton woman, her hands resisting the urge to grab his phallus to feel its heat on her skin. Suddenly, he placed his hands upon her dress once more, then tore it from her body fully, causing Carmana to gasp in shock. Cyronin groaned despite his gag, his penis aching ever more upon seeing the fluids run down her thighs. Casting her dress aside, the Estrus Mage turned the woman around, her large, ripe ass facing his phallus.
Pressing it against her, she trembled as he bent her over the table that dominated the room, her enormous breasts being crushed against the hard wood, hard nipples firing off senses of pleasure as they rubbed against her while her body squirmed. Her wet, trembling vaginal lips were slowly parted as the phallus of the Mage began to bury itself into Carmana, whom could only find the strength to let out a soft mewling as the Mage found his way inside of what was once the domain of her husband. Her inner walls stretched, trying desperately to accept the invader, her finger nails lodging themselves into the wood of the table below her as inch upon inch sank further in. It was not until what felt like an eternity that the Mage finally reached the limits of his member, finding himself truly ‘balls deep’, to use a crude euphemism; for indeed, her testes came to rest upon her thighs as the whole of his phallus was firmly in place inside of the now practically drooling woman.
Carmana had never found herself so full before; the head of the Mage’s phallus pressed against her cervix, the width threatened to rip her in half. Her tongue found itself out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head, she looked like she had been struck by a sudden stupidity… and perhaps she had been. All reason seemed to fall away and the only thing she had left was the singular desire to have relations with this strange man and his immense source of animalistic pleasure.
His hands grabbed hold of her ample buttocks, fingers sinking deep into her flesh as the Mage began to move his body. No matter how tightly her flesh clung to it, his phallus seemed to pull away so easily, only to plunge back into her depths a moments later; to Carmana, it felt almost like he had never left her body, yet at the same time the sheer pleasure of constantly being penetrated assaulted her senses. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream as her muscles went into spasms, her entire lower body shivered at the vicious assault from both outside and within.
Her fluids gushed from around the invader as Carmana was hit with the single most intense orgasm of her entire life; she was literally lost in a sea of carnal pleasure, deeper than any she could have ever felt with her poor husband. The Mage simply continued his brutal assault, unnaturally increasing his thrusting speed; the wet, sloshing sounds of their sexual organs moving became one long, unbroken testament to this fact.
Poor Cyronin was convinced the man was a demon; no normal person could ever move the way the Mage did. Yet he could do nothing but watch as his wife was seemingly locked in an eternal orgasm, the fluids that gushed from her would not stop as they poured down her legs. A small puddle formed below the two; the floor boards could not soak them up any further. Indeed, he almost feared that she might die from dehydration if this continued. But his own pain slowly took away any concerns he might have felt; the raging stiffness in his pants felt horrific, as though the skin would split open if no relief were to come soon.
Another tentacle emerged from the magical symbol and latched onto the foot of the poor man before invading his pants through a leg opening. To the shock and revulsion of Cyronin, this tentacle wrapped itself around his solid member; that revulsion turned to horror as it tightened. Closing his eyes, the bound man expected it to crush his, by comparison to the demon that was ravishing his wife, crude and small phallus, yet the tentacle began to pulsate, giving him a pleasure that was simply not of Nirn.
Despite being locked within the grip of orgasmic bliss, Carmana found herself able to think rationally; when the world came back into focus the Mage was above her. She lay upon the table as the Mage continued his most vicious sexual assault, her impressive breasts bounced with a weight that threatened to cause grievous physical harm. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his waist through instinct.
“My lady, it is time for this to come to an end.”
The Mage spoke to her softly, to which she began to protest. Yet even as her mouth opened, Carmana found her voice lacking; indeed, no matter how she try she could not produce a single sound. The Mage, taking advantage of this quickly placed a finger into her agape mouth, the tip running along her tongue. Just as quickly the finger left, the hand it belonged to moved to her stomach. Upon it, right above her uterus, the strange man traced a circle, and within it he moved his other hand, tracing some manner of curious, arcane symbols.
“With this, my lady, you shall have that which you desire most; a child!”
As the Mage spoke, Carmana felt a sudden warm well up from within her; it was then that she noticed the man had ceased his assault upon her lower body. The warmth spread through her lower regions, filling her stomach and abdomen. In awe, Carmana could see the circle and arcane symbols traced upon her flesh glow; she realized that the Mage had just reached orgasm, that his sperm was flooding her insides. A different form of bliss overcame the woman as the warmth filled her entire form; her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. Cyronin, in spite of knowing all too well that another man may have just impregnated his beloved wife found himself too lost in his own pleasure.
The tentacle wrapped around his member pulsated and squeezed him in a way that was beyond any pleasure he could have ever known prior to that moment. No matter how much it sickened him, he knew that it would make him reach orgasm as well. Closing his eyes, Cyronin felt the sweet, yet bitter feeling of release as the warmth of his seed spilled into his pants, running down the tentacle that had its way with him.
Cyronin, like his wife, became lost to the world as he slipped from consciousness, still bound in the embrace of other realm tentacles. The Mage released himself from the grip of Carmana’s legs, his phallus, now limp quickly slit from her defiled entrance. With a sigh, the Mage motioned once more with his hands, the tentacles retreated from whence they came, leaving Cyronin to slump upon the floor. The Mage turned, robe closing around his deflated member as he moved to the door, the binding spell dissolving as he passed through, emerging once more into the Imperial City.
With a heavy heart, the Mage walked away from the Sintav home; the husband and wife would not have any memory of what had just transpired. Carmana Sintav would, in time find herself with child, and Cyronin would be congratulated for finally being able to produce a new clan member. They would be blessed with a strong, healthy baby with a talent for the magical arts.
The child would grow into a fine wizard, perhaps one day finding their way back to the order that birthed them. For the Sintav clan it would be a miracle. For him it was a curse, for he may possibly never know his own child.
But this… was only the first…
For to be an Estrus Mage allowed one to control sexual desire, to manipulate the body and summon foul beings to do their sexual bidding. While no actual cases had ever been recorded, the fear of the damage one Estrus Mage could do to the Imperial Line was enough to bring about their demise. Every soldier, every mercenary looking to make some coin hunted them relentlessly, every rumor was followed up by a swift execution.
A century later, they were thought to all be dead, the Mage Guilds and the now Third Empire slowly forgot all about their very existence. Sexual magicka vanished from the land, for even if the Estrus Mages vanished and were forgotten, the fear was not; their brand of study was made illegal by order of the Emperor himself, punishable by death of not just the practitioner, but also their entire family.
However, with the death of not only Uriel Septim VII, but also his heirs, and the invasion of Oblivion, Cyrodiil became an unstable land. While none would admit it, the power and influence of the law waned, the legions were spread thin… a perfect time for the revival of an order that carried with it the death sentence of an entire bloodline. Like the Thieves Guild, the Estrus Mages had managed to survive; like the Dark Brotherhood, they dug down, below the surface of Cyrodiil. Their arts were practiced in secret, shrouded from the eyes of all by powerful, arcane magicka to protect their already dwindling numbers.
Just as Oblivion stormed the land of Cyrodiil, the Estrus Mages emerged from their seclusion, seeking what even the people themselves sought in these troubles times; survival.
The place, Imperial City, an unimaginative name for the capital city of a bloated, dying empire. The streets were still manned by guards, the people seemingly unconcerned by the threat that Oblivion posed. Perhaps they were putting on a brave front, or maybe in its desperation after the death of their leader, the Third Empire itself was in public denial.
The Elven Gardens District bustled with activity; as a central hub for residents and the construction of the city, many had to pass through during their daily activities. It was here that an Estrus Mage, a person who only a century ago would be the most feared man in all the city, appeared. But with time and the state of Cyrodiil, the guard became lax, patrolling only to look for pickpockets and thieves. His robes were simple and common; black with gold trim. Like any good member of a secret order, his face was covered, the hood of the robe was enchanted with powerful magicka to conceal it from all who would try to get a look. To all who looked upon him, he was but another mage going about business. And in essence, that’s what the Estrus Mage was doing.
Cyronin Sintav’s home was the target. The Sintav clan was small, much like his own order. Perhaps it was fate; the first step on rebuilding the glory of the order was to make use of a clan whose numbers were stunted and could not grow. For Cyronin, he was infertile, a fact that was slowly becoming all too apparent to his lovely wife, Carmana. Her time in life was coming, the desire for a child was strong; the need for one was all too powerful in the clan. But poor Cyronin could not deliver… and they were in denial, just like the Third Empire. And so, the Estrus Mage had come; he was going to give them what they wanted in his own, special way.
Upon touching the handle and entering the home, a spell was cast upon the door; one that would not allow it to be opened by any other than the Estrus Mage. What greeted him was what remained of a spacious room, now dominated by a large table and chairs, adorned with the common trappings of a dining room. And upon a chair was Cyronin, clad in a green flax tunic and black short pants, who looked up from his meal.
“Can I help you?”
Cyronin questioned the black and gold clad mage, but received no answer, much less a look in return. Rather, the mage looked to the stairs as Carmana descended, ready for the day at hand. She was a beautiful woman, her face as lovely as her body was voluptuous; her ample body was barely contained in her simple white dress with a a quilted doublet covering her bountiful chest.
Upon seeing her, the Estrus Mage felt a stirring in his loins; the day he had been training for was at hand…
“Oh, do we have a guest?”
Carmana asked as she stood at the base of the stairs, looking at the mage. Cyronin, however, rose to his feet and turned to his wife, his voice flaring to life with annoyance;
“No, just a rude fellow who won’t answer you when you pose him a question!”
Turning to the mage, Cyronin silently flashed a scowl and pointed to the door, wasting not another word on one who would not answer. The Mage, he simply turned his head toward the angry Sintav and stretched out his arm. With a mutter and a simple hand gesture, an arcane symbol appeared on the floor below Corynin; before he had a chance to even react, a series of tentacles erupted from realms unknown, twisting around his limbs and lifting him into the air. Carmana gasped in shock as she looked at her husband as he writhed, trying to get free from their grasp.
Before he could say anything, a tentacle lodged itself into Cyronin’s mouth, and as Carmana turned to the Estrus Mage, something came over her. A powerful urge welled up within her… she closed the distance between the two of them, then looped her arms around his neck, leaning toward his shrouded face. Deeply she kissed him and he in return, her tongue wiggling into his already parted and expecting lips. The Mage’s hands grabbed hold of her bountiful ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly, causing her to moan in pleasure as her enormous breasts were crushed against his chest as she deepened her already impassioned show of affection.
Cyronin looked on in horror as his lovely, fully figured wife embraced and was fondled by another man. For what seemed like hours the two were wrapped up in their passionate lock, but then the Estrus Mage pulled his head away from Carmana, causing her to whimper in sorrow. But the Mage, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear;
“You desire a taste of my phallus, do you not? Come, I shall let you have all that you wish.”
Carmana moaned at the though and nodded, her arms leaving him. The Estrus Mage released her ass, only to grab hold of a chair and dragged it before Cryonin, positioning it so the bound man would have an excellent view of what was to come. Sitting, Carmana strutted up to the Mage, hips wiggling, ample breasts swaying; she was so sensual in her approach. The Mage ran a hand down the crotch of his robe, instantly causing a seam to open, allowing his erect penis to spring forth. As Carmana dropped to her knees, she gasped in amazement at its size; a full seven inches in length, and nearly two inches in width.
She licked her lips before leaning forward, her now moistened pinkness touching the shaft softly. She kissed it up and down, from his balls to the head, then parted her lips and drove down, engulfing him in her wet heat. He groaned and she in turn moaned, the thickness vanished inch by inch down her hungry throat before she could take no more. Cyronin was horrified beyond all hope; the tentacles wrapped around his head to ensure he could not look away, they even spawned smaller ones to hold his eyes open, to get a grand view of his wife fellating another man with unbridled lust and vigor, making the pros down at the Imperial Waterfront look like untouched virgins by comparison.
The Estrus Mage placed a hand on Carmana’s head and grabbed hold of her hair, breaking the seal of her lips as he pulled her away from him. Looking up at him, her eyes filled with a wanton lust and desire to continue. But the Mage, he had other plans as he grabbed hold of the collar of her dress. With a swift motion, he tore the top open, causing her enormous breasts to spill out, freeing them from their prison of cloth.
They were truly massive, an Imperial Standard K cup; larger than her own head. Instinctively, Carmana wrapped them around his penis, making it vanish into her vast valley of cleavage before moving her great mountains upon his shaft, her saliva and his pre-cum making her skin slick. She mewled as the head poked out from time to time, her tongue lapping at it. She could swear, as the moments passed, that his penis was growing larger; for every time the head emerged, it came up a little further, her tongue felt a little more width to it.
“Your breasts are truly amazing, my lady. Truly marvelous; never have I seen their equal in all my years.”
The Estrus Mage spoke with praise, causing her to squeal in delight. Looking up, Carmana had praise of her own to give;
“Sir mage, your penis is also amazing; it almost seems to be growing ever larger between my breasts!”
“Ah, but it is, my lady. As you please it, it will grow in length and width; that way, I will be able to please you even more when I impale you upon it.”
Carmana trembled at the mere thought of it being inside of her, then turned her attention back to his penis; it had grow ever larger, enough for the head to stand proudly above her great valley. She took it into her mouth, tongue lapping at his pre-cum up like a cat would milk from a saucer, mewling happily as she savored the flavor of another man’s fluids. And poor Cyronin, he could only watch his gorgeous wife pleasure a stranger, his penis having grown quite large despite himself. It tented his pants, aching to be freed and taken care of, but alas, no such thing could happen. For all he could do was watch as Caramana worshipped a phallus that was so much larger than anything he could give to her.
The sucking, the slurping, the rubbing of her breasts… it was all enough to make any man orgasm, and yet the Estrus Mage, he showed no signs of releasing himself. Rather, true to his words, the phallus Carmana put so much effort into pleasing was growing by inches, until it measured nearly a foot in length and six inches in width. It grew so large that Carmana, despite her efforts, could go longer take it into her mouth; that was when the Mage spoke.
“My lady… it’s time.”
Carmana looked up at him, lust burning in her eyes as she nodded and stood up. The Mage followed suit, standing before the once decent, now wanton woman, her hands resisting the urge to grab his phallus to feel its heat on her skin. Suddenly, he placed his hands upon her dress once more, then tore it from her body fully, causing Carmana to gasp in shock. Cyronin groaned despite his gag, his penis aching ever more upon seeing the fluids run down her thighs. Casting her dress aside, the Estrus Mage turned the woman around, her large, ripe ass facing his phallus.
Pressing it against her, she trembled as he bent her over the table that dominated the room, her enormous breasts being crushed against the hard wood, hard nipples firing off senses of pleasure as they rubbed against her while her body squirmed. Her wet, trembling vaginal lips were slowly parted as the phallus of the Mage began to bury itself into Carmana, whom could only find the strength to let out a soft mewling as the Mage found his way inside of what was once the domain of her husband. Her inner walls stretched, trying desperately to accept the invader, her finger nails lodging themselves into the wood of the table below her as inch upon inch sank further in. It was not until what felt like an eternity that the Mage finally reached the limits of his member, finding himself truly ‘balls deep’, to use a crude euphemism; for indeed, her testes came to rest upon her thighs as the whole of his phallus was firmly in place inside of the now practically drooling woman.
Carmana had never found herself so full before; the head of the Mage’s phallus pressed against her cervix, the width threatened to rip her in half. Her tongue found itself out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head, she looked like she had been struck by a sudden stupidity… and perhaps she had been. All reason seemed to fall away and the only thing she had left was the singular desire to have relations with this strange man and his immense source of animalistic pleasure.
His hands grabbed hold of her ample buttocks, fingers sinking deep into her flesh as the Mage began to move his body. No matter how tightly her flesh clung to it, his phallus seemed to pull away so easily, only to plunge back into her depths a moments later; to Carmana, it felt almost like he had never left her body, yet at the same time the sheer pleasure of constantly being penetrated assaulted her senses. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream as her muscles went into spasms, her entire lower body shivered at the vicious assault from both outside and within.
Her fluids gushed from around the invader as Carmana was hit with the single most intense orgasm of her entire life; she was literally lost in a sea of carnal pleasure, deeper than any she could have ever felt with her poor husband. The Mage simply continued his brutal assault, unnaturally increasing his thrusting speed; the wet, sloshing sounds of their sexual organs moving became one long, unbroken testament to this fact.
Poor Cyronin was convinced the man was a demon; no normal person could ever move the way the Mage did. Yet he could do nothing but watch as his wife was seemingly locked in an eternal orgasm, the fluids that gushed from her would not stop as they poured down her legs. A small puddle formed below the two; the floor boards could not soak them up any further. Indeed, he almost feared that she might die from dehydration if this continued. But his own pain slowly took away any concerns he might have felt; the raging stiffness in his pants felt horrific, as though the skin would split open if no relief were to come soon.
Another tentacle emerged from the magical symbol and latched onto the foot of the poor man before invading his pants through a leg opening. To the shock and revulsion of Cyronin, this tentacle wrapped itself around his solid member; that revulsion turned to horror as it tightened. Closing his eyes, the bound man expected it to crush his, by comparison to the demon that was ravishing his wife, crude and small phallus, yet the tentacle began to pulsate, giving him a pleasure that was simply not of Nirn.
Despite being locked within the grip of orgasmic bliss, Carmana found herself able to think rationally; when the world came back into focus the Mage was above her. She lay upon the table as the Mage continued his most vicious sexual assault, her impressive breasts bounced with a weight that threatened to cause grievous physical harm. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his waist through instinct.
“My lady, it is time for this to come to an end.”
The Mage spoke to her softly, to which she began to protest. Yet even as her mouth opened, Carmana found her voice lacking; indeed, no matter how she try she could not produce a single sound. The Mage, taking advantage of this quickly placed a finger into her agape mouth, the tip running along her tongue. Just as quickly the finger left, the hand it belonged to moved to her stomach. Upon it, right above her uterus, the strange man traced a circle, and within it he moved his other hand, tracing some manner of curious, arcane symbols.
“With this, my lady, you shall have that which you desire most; a child!”
As the Mage spoke, Carmana felt a sudden warm well up from within her; it was then that she noticed the man had ceased his assault upon her lower body. The warmth spread through her lower regions, filling her stomach and abdomen. In awe, Carmana could see the circle and arcane symbols traced upon her flesh glow; she realized that the Mage had just reached orgasm, that his sperm was flooding her insides. A different form of bliss overcame the woman as the warmth filled her entire form; her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness. Cyronin, in spite of knowing all too well that another man may have just impregnated his beloved wife found himself too lost in his own pleasure.
The tentacle wrapped around his member pulsated and squeezed him in a way that was beyond any pleasure he could have ever known prior to that moment. No matter how much it sickened him, he knew that it would make him reach orgasm as well. Closing his eyes, Cyronin felt the sweet, yet bitter feeling of release as the warmth of his seed spilled into his pants, running down the tentacle that had its way with him.
Cyronin, like his wife, became lost to the world as he slipped from consciousness, still bound in the embrace of other realm tentacles. The Mage released himself from the grip of Carmana’s legs, his phallus, now limp quickly slit from her defiled entrance. With a sigh, the Mage motioned once more with his hands, the tentacles retreated from whence they came, leaving Cyronin to slump upon the floor. The Mage turned, robe closing around his deflated member as he moved to the door, the binding spell dissolving as he passed through, emerging once more into the Imperial City.
With a heavy heart, the Mage walked away from the Sintav home; the husband and wife would not have any memory of what had just transpired. Carmana Sintav would, in time find herself with child, and Cyronin would be congratulated for finally being able to produce a new clan member. They would be blessed with a strong, healthy baby with a talent for the magical arts.
The child would grow into a fine wizard, perhaps one day finding their way back to the order that birthed them. For the Sintav clan it would be a miracle. For him it was a curse, for he may possibly never know his own child.
But this… was only the first…
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Ichigo's Bad Day, Final Edition
Orihime was an incredibly endowed young woman for the tender age of 15. Her breasts were large and full; they were that of a woman, rather than a teenage girl. They were also the envy of nearly every girl in her school, the dream of any man interested in women who had grown into puberty. Deny it as she might, Orihime enjoyed the attention and envy they generated... yet, she lacked the attention of the one she wished the most for.
Ichigo; she loved him. She longed for his attention, for his eyes to be on her... and yet he treated her as nothing more than a friend. There were no glances, no leers; everything about him seemed to show that he held no interest in her. Orihime couldn't understand why; Ichigo had a position in her heart that many would have killed for, a place that would have allowed him to do anything and everything to her.
But Ichigo, he didn't even bother to look at her. Something inside questioned what she lacked that he wanted; he spent more time with Rukia than her. Perhaps, then... perhaps he liked flat girls? If so, she was out of luck; she couldn't just make her breasts vanish! But part of her didn't want to admit that, it didn't want to recognize that he would never be interested in her. She had to ask Rukia; she had to get to the root of it!
And so, Orihime found herself waiting for Rukia during lunch; she had sent the others that they normally ate with away. She wanted a private conversation with the girl who seemed to hold Ichigo's attention. It was a long wait, it felt; or maybe it was due to her being pensive. If Rukia told her what she didn't want to hear, Orihime's heart would shatter like a block of ice. Only this way, she wouldn't be able to gather the ice up, chip it apart and make snow cones out of it.
"Orihime? Where are the others?"
A voice called, snapping the well endowed schoolgirl from her thoughts. Looking to the source she saw her; Rukia, a girl with a slender frame and small build. A part of Orihime made her hate the girl; why would Ichigo prefer this dark haired girl over her? She looked almost like a 12 year old boy!
"Oh, Rukia... I... well, I sent them away. I wanted to... talk to you. Alone."
Orihime answered, her voice nervous. Rukia blinked and cocked her head to the right;
"Oh... so, what is it?"
Orihime sat there, unsure as to what to say. Looking down, she stared at her lunch; an awkward silence descended between the two. Rukia felt confused, but let it pass as she went about eating; Orihime was the type who never did openly talk about things right away.
"Um... Rukia... I wanted to know..."
Orihime began, still staring at her lunch; Rukia muttered an 'eh' while eating.
"Is Ichigo... attracted to you...?"
Orihime finally spat out; Rukia in turn spat out her food and then coughed. Quickly she scooped up her drink and took a few sips; Orihime looked toward the dark haired girl.
"What kind of a question is that?!"
The dark haired girl nearly screamed, her cheeks pink.
"Oh... so he is...?"
Orihime mumbled as she looked to the ground, crestfallen. Rukia, sensing her feelings instantly patted the large chested girl on the shoulder, laughing;
"Of course not! Ichigo and I are just friends! There's nothing between us!"
"Then... why..."
Orihime mumbled softly to herself, yet it was loud enough for Rukia to hear.
"O-Orihime..."
Rukia began, but was cut off when Orihime looked up at her, eyes full of tears.
"Why doesn't he notice me?! Everybody else does... is there something I don't have?!"
Orihime spat out, Rukia was shocked into silence. The two sat in an awkward silence once more, it was only penetrated by a sniffle now and again from Orihime. Rukia... she sat in silence, arguing with herself; should she tell Orihime the truth of the matter?
"Orihime... I... there's something..."
Rukia began, then bit her tongue; she was in deep now, too deep to just dodge. Orihime looked at the dark haired girl again; her eyes were as focused as a laser. The answer she sought... it could come any moment!
"The fact is... Ichigo... he..."
Rukia looked at Orihime; their eyes met. Quickly the smaller girl looked away, hands grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt; the truth was something horrible. Atleast for Orihime.
"I... I knew it... Ichigo... he's not interested in me because..."
Orihime closed her eyes and tried to fight back her tears from flowing. Rukia looked at her and panicked;
"L-look, it's not like this is a choice! I mean, Ichigo... the things he likes... it's not his fault! If he had a choice, I'm sure he'd be interested in you like any other man!"
Rukia rambled so quickly, trying to comfort her friend. Orihime looked up at Rukia again, wiping a tear from her cheeks.
"There has to be a way... I... I could... "
Rukia shook her head vigorously, her rambling starting once more;
"N-no! You shouldn't do anything hasty! You should find somebody that loves you for you, not try to change yourself for him! Besides... it would be expensive..."
"But... I'd do anything... for him to want me..."
Orihime looked down again, this time her eyes focusing on her chest. Those breasts... they were getting in her way!
"Even if I have to get these things cut off!"
Orihime spat with anger; Rukia jumped to her feet.
"Orihime, don't think like that! That won't solve anything! You might change yourself, but at what cost? Do you really want to become a man?!"
Rukia finally said it, and Orihime looked up at her, face showing profound confusion.
"W-what...?"
Rukia blinked and sat down next to her once more.
"Well... I mean... Ichigo is attracted to men, so..."
Orihime was even more confused. Rukia swallowed hard; there had been some kind of profound misunderstanding between them.
"W-w-well, you see... Ichigo... he's gay. So... so... that's why I didn't want you going to any extremes."
Orihime turned pale, her eyes went wide... and then she fell to her side. Rukia panicked and leaned over, shaking her fallen friend before checking for a pulse; she was alive.
Orihime had just fainted from the shock.
---
"What's so important that you can't tell me at home?"
Ichigo complained as he trailed behind Rukia, dragging his feet; he didn't enjoy going to that... place. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the complaining youth and scowled;
"Like I said, I don't know what he wants. All I know is that Urahara wants to see you about something; so if you'd just shut up and walk faster, you'd know sooner."
"Yeah, yeah... geez..."
Ichigo grumbled to himself as he looked to the ground; Rukia didn't even give him time to go home and change out of his school uniform before she dragged him off to the shop that belonged to that bastard Urahara. The man annoyed him; those wooden shoes, that fan he always waved about... that hat and cane. It was as thought everything about him just pissed Ichigo off, but he couldn't exactly tell why.
"Come on, we're almost there."
Rukia called after several long minutes; Ichigo looked up and saw the sign in the distance. A chill ran down his spine; something didn't feel right. It wasn't a Hollow... but the dread he felt was similar. he could make out the form of a small girl sweeping; it must have been Ururu, about the only person in the place he could actually stand. But as they drew closer, Ichigo saw him; Jinta, the red haired little snot that tormented poor Ururu every chance he got.
"I already hate this."
Ichigo grumbled, Rukia shook her head;
"Suck it up, and be polite."
Ichigo grunted and steeled himself for the coming annoyance that was Jinta. An annoyance that didn't seem to come as, upon their drawing close to the shop, the boy vanished into the shop. Ichigo smiled to himself; maybe today wouldn't have been so bad.
Time moved forward, Ichigo found himself waiting for Urahara, a cup sitting in-front of him on a small table. Rukia had vanished somewhere, leaving him alone to nurse the tea that ururu so kindly brought to him. Without a clock Ichigo had no concept of time; minutes could have been hours, hours minutes. The tea vanished down his gullet as he grew impatient, fingers wrapping against the table. He wanted to scream and carry on, but such wasn't becoming of his age.
The door opened suddenly, Ichigo jumped; his eyes instantly fixated on the one standing in the doorway. It wasn't who he expected at all.
"O-Orihime...?"
Ichigo muttered, curious as to why she would be there. The well endowed girl only gave him a sheepish smile before being pushed into the room, followed by Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed;
"What the Hell is going on?"
"What's going on, Ichigo... is some training."
Ichigo blood ran cold upon hearing that voice. He got to his feet, but before he could say even a word his body felt heavy; it was all he could do to stand. Frantically he looked at Orihime; she wouldn't return his gaze. He turned his attention to Rukia; she had a smirk on her face.
"Strong as ever, Ichigo... I suppose I'll have to use another binding Kido on you."
Ichigo's face turned pale, his body felt even more heavy. Staggering, he tried to stay on his feet... but it was too much for him to handle. With a thud he fell to his knees, limbs unable to move
"W-why... why are you... doing this?!"
Ichigo howled in anger, only to be greeted with a third binding Kido, this time sealing his mouth shut. His nostrils flared, his eyes threw daggers; if a look could kill, Ichigo would be a mass murderer. Orihime, she only stood there, looking at the floor, her hands at her sides; she felt horrible for what was happening to him. But still... she didn't want this chance to slip by. It was then, with Ichigo properly bound that Urahara entered the room, his wooden shoes making that annoying tapping sound that drove Ichigo crazy.
"My, my; you do good work."
Urahara said with a smile, hidden by his face of course. Rukia shook her head, placing her hands upon her hips as she stared at Ichigo; something about this felt satisfying to her.
"Only the best for our dear Ichigo... and now, Urahara, I trust you have what I asked for ready?"
"Oh my, yes... imagine my surprise when I heard such a request, though. Remind me to never make an enemy of you."
Urahara said with a chuckle before producing a vial from one of his sleeves; it contained a clear fluid. It was thick and viscous, like corn syrup. Orihime's eyes fixated upon the fluid as Rukia took it from the man in the hat, leering at the contents. Urahara turned and exited the room, his hand still on the door;
"Now, I think I'll excuse myself. Remember, if you break anything you'll have to pay for it. That goes for stains as well."
Closing it shut, the wooden shoes made their infuriatingly annoying sound as he walked away from the room, leaving the two ladies with a rather angery, yet helpless, Ichigo at their mercy. Rukia looked at Orihime with a grin, then turned to Ichigo. She drew close to him; Ichigo made some manner of sound, the only thing he could do to show his displeasure... other than just stare at her, hoping to burn a hole through her head.
"You know, Ichigo... you're a real pain in the ass."
Rukia began as she stood in-front of the teenager, looking down at him. Orihime drew closer herself, but remained a slight distance away; she wanted to make sure that Ichigo's binds were strong enough to hold before getting too close to him. She didn't believe him capable of hurting either one of them, but given what happened, and what will happen...
"You bitch, you moan; I saved your life by giving you my powers, and yet you don't seem to realize that you should listen to me. I've done the job longer than you; I expected some respect. Instead, I got a whiny little punk."
Rukia unloaded on Ichigo, venting her frustrations that had built up over the months; it felt good to get it off her chest. But more, it felt amazing to have such control over him. Suddenly she smirked at Ichigo and thrust her foot between his legs, her sock covered foot finding his penis. With force, she ground her foot against him; to her surprise he grew hard.
"What's this, huh? I though you were only into guys? Or maybe I'm just not feminine enough for you, huh?"
Rukia spat as she pressed her foot against his crotch with more force; he only responded by getting harder. With a look of disgust, Rukia leaned forward, placing her forehead on his own.
"So Ichigo, what is it? Did you lie when you told me you were into guys? Or is it just because I don't have tits like Orihime that you're getting off on this? You said I had the looks of a little boy; is that what's getting you all excited?"
Orihime swallowed hard and looked at her breasts; a wave of shame rushed over her. Those things... they were the cause of all of this; they were the reason why she had to force Ichigo to go through such things. She almost wanted to call it off, but something within her refused to let her speak. It was her lust, her desire for Ichigo... even if he didn't find her attractive, she wanted him.
And if Orihime couldn't have his heart, she could settle for his body.
Another thud came; Orihime looked at Ichigo. Rukia had him flat on his back. Quickly, the small, dark haired girl ripped his pants and underwear from his body, revealing to them both his manhood. Orihime gasped, and at that moment it shrank; the mere thought of her seeing it caused Ichigo to go flaccid. Rukia looked up at Ichigo with disgust once more before turning her attention back to his soft penis.
"Urahara said this stuff worked best on a hard penis... guess I'll have to work my little boy charm to get you going in-front of Orihime here."
Popping the cork from the vial, Rukia took him into her free hand. Softly, she leaned toward it and kissed it softly, her tongue lapping at it between kisses. Ichigo grunted as a shiver ran down his body; with her short hair and small body... she really did seem like a boy. He began to grow hard, much to his shame; Rukia smiled.
"Well look at that; I CAN get you hard with nothing but my mouth! Keep that in mind the next time you say nothing about me could get you hard, Ichigo."
Rukia spoke with a tone that seemed to mock him before running her tongue along his shaft, moving ever closer to the tip. Once there, she gently kissed it, then parted her lips and drove her head forward, consuming the bulk of his manhood. Ichigo's anus tightened upon being engulfed by her, and Orihime, her face was fire red as she watched Rukia perform fellatio on the young man.
Looking up at Ichigo, Rukia quickly bobbed her head, lips forming a tight seal; she was sucking him off like a real pro. Her tongue moved around him, tasting his man meat; she couldn't help but moan. But after a few moments reality came back to her; she realized that this wasn't about her.
It was about Orihime.
With a sudden jerk Rukia withdrew her mouth from his shaft, her hand with the vial stationed above his still hard penis. Turning it, the fluid dripped onto him, a shiver passing through him; it was cold! Without a word, Rukia threw the vial to the ground and took hold of his manhood with both hands. Licking her lips, she swiftly moved them on him, spreading the fluid all over his phallus, ensuring that the skin would absorb it.
But more, she turned her attention to his balls; Urahara was very specific in stating that it should get there too. Rukia caressed his testicles gently, showing much more kindness than his shaft.
"You see, Ichigo... this stuff is going to keep you hard. No matter how many orgasms, you'll stay rock hard for a few hours. But what's more..."
Rukia paused to give his balls a squeeze, teasing him.
"This'll increase your sperm production. You'll literally, and forgive my crude language here, cum buckets."
She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder at Orihime.
"You're gonna have lots of fun with him... and who knows, you might just get knocked up here."
Orihime squirmed at the thought, Ichigo's eyes turned to fear; Rukia laughed as she looked at the now scared young man.
"Wouldn't that be something, Ichigo? Getting Orihime pregnant..."
Finishing her job, Rukia wiped her hands off on his thighs. Moving to his right, she motioned for Orihime to come close; the well endowed girl complied with ease.
"Now Orihime... he's all yours. Mind if I watch?"
Orihime nodded and then swallowed hard; her eyes were fixated upon Ichigo hard phallus. Her panties were soaked through at the mere sight of it; her hands shook as they went under the skirt of her uniform. Ichigo tried to get away but he couldn't, the binding was too strong for him to break free from. Slowly, Orihime pulled her white panties down her legs, a thin string of fluid connected the crotch of the panties to her actual crotch.
Rukia whistled.
"Well now, aren't we horny."
Orihime's hands trembled as they released her panties from their grip, allowing them to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, the horny young woman took several steps forward; she only stopped when her wet little pussy was right above his hard, shamefully erect penis. Closing her eyes tightly, Orihime dropped to her knees, she just barely missed being impaled by him. With her trembling hands Orihime took hold of his hardness and gently caressed it.
"Ichigo... it's so hard... and warm. I... I can feel your heart beat!"
Orihime spoke softly, fingers running along the slick surface of his manhood; it was the thing she'd wanted for so long now. Biting her lip, the young woman lifted her body up, just enough to slip his penis between them. She moaned at the feel of the tip of his phallus touching her most sensitive of areas. With a sudden cry of pleasure Orihime drove herself onto Ichigo; the entire length of his penis vanished inside of her moist opening, her body trembling at the sheer bliss that having him inside of her caused.
Rukia cocked her head when she didn't notice any blood; it seemed Orihime wasn't as innocent as she wanted everybody to believe.
"I-I-Ichigo... so amazing... it's hot... hard... inside me..."
Orihime mewled; she felt so full with him inside of her. Her small hands moved to his chest as she steadied herself, her eyes opening; they stared right into his own. She saw his fear, but she didn't care; her own were filled with lust and desire.
"Ichigo... I wanted this for so long. I lost my virginity thinking of you... of your hardness inside of me. I broke myself... to make sure that our first time would be nothing but pleasure. All those stuffed animals I have, they were all meant to be you... to practice on. I wanted to make you so happy when I finally had you inside of me."
Orihime felt like she had to confess to him, about the things she did when thinking of him, or preparing for their time together. Rukia smiled and then shook her head.
"Too bad you turned out gay, Ichigo; this one was likely willing to be your slave if you asked."
Orihime moaned at the idea of being Ichigo's slave; the thought of being collared by him spurred the busty girl to finally go into action by rocking her hips. Her muscles gripped his phallus; if he were a straight man he'd be in heaven. But now... he was in Hell.
"Ichigo, I want you to be my lover... my master... please. I... I want to make you want me. Desire me... no matter what it takes!"
Orihime cried out as she rode Ichigo with force and speed that she never imagined herself capable of. Her juices oozed around his shaft as she move from balls to shaft, the constant empty and fullness producing all manner of lewd noises when she came down on him. Rukia could only watch in amazement; the speed at which Orihime moved was enviable. Especially when one considered that it was, for all she knew, the teenage girls first time.
Orihime's huge breasts bounced as she rode the poor, bound young man with all the gusto she could muster. They wanted to tear away from her bra and the shirt that held them in check, to be free like the mighty buffalo that once was the master of the American plains.
"Ichi...go... I want... you to fill me... please...!"
The teenage girl managed to eek out between cries of pleasure; she wanted his hot, thick sperm inside of her stomach. Leaning forward she rested her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head. Pressing her lips against his own, Orihime rode him with everything she had; her body nearly bounced off of his own from the force. She was close to her own orgasm, the very first as a real woman.
But she wanted him to have one as well; Orihime had always dreamed of the two of them having a mutual orgasm. Much to his horror, Ichigo could feel the muscles of his anus tighten; the first sign that he was going to have an orgasm. He felt so dirty, so ashamed... getting off to a woman. And of all people, Orihime!
Orihime laid her head next to his own, lips close to his ear; she spewed such horrible, filthy things from her lips in a hushed whisper that only Ichigo could hear. To any straight man it would have made his balls tighten, but to Ichigo it only made him want to throw up. But... whatever was in that horrible gunk that Rukia used on him, it was making his body rebel against his desires. It made him horny hearing her say those lewd things.
Ichigo was going to orgasm, and hard. Her filthy talk was doing exactly what she intended it to, as was her vagina; he was going to go off. He was going to fill her with his precious seed. And, in his nightmares, he might even give her a child; an eternal reminder of his shame and violation. He closed his eyes tightly; he wanted to scream. Nothing came from his lips as his balls tightened up on him.
It was as if Orihime knew; she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire frame, causing every muscle to violently spasm or lock up just before he himself released his sperm into her. Orihime, she cried a second time at the sudden rush of his seed into her; it was as a torrent, a flood. It filled her vagina, it flowed into her uterus... and it overflowed, pouring from her body, staining the floor below them with an obscenely large amount of fluid.
The amount shocked all involved; but Orihime didn't care. She was in heaven, having his hard dick filling her while his seed flowed into her uterus. Rukia was impressed; Urahara did good work, that was for sure.
Which was bad news for Ichigo... because this was only the beginning of his bad day.
Ichigo; she loved him. She longed for his attention, for his eyes to be on her... and yet he treated her as nothing more than a friend. There were no glances, no leers; everything about him seemed to show that he held no interest in her. Orihime couldn't understand why; Ichigo had a position in her heart that many would have killed for, a place that would have allowed him to do anything and everything to her.
But Ichigo, he didn't even bother to look at her. Something inside questioned what she lacked that he wanted; he spent more time with Rukia than her. Perhaps, then... perhaps he liked flat girls? If so, she was out of luck; she couldn't just make her breasts vanish! But part of her didn't want to admit that, it didn't want to recognize that he would never be interested in her. She had to ask Rukia; she had to get to the root of it!
And so, Orihime found herself waiting for Rukia during lunch; she had sent the others that they normally ate with away. She wanted a private conversation with the girl who seemed to hold Ichigo's attention. It was a long wait, it felt; or maybe it was due to her being pensive. If Rukia told her what she didn't want to hear, Orihime's heart would shatter like a block of ice. Only this way, she wouldn't be able to gather the ice up, chip it apart and make snow cones out of it.
"Orihime? Where are the others?"
A voice called, snapping the well endowed schoolgirl from her thoughts. Looking to the source she saw her; Rukia, a girl with a slender frame and small build. A part of Orihime made her hate the girl; why would Ichigo prefer this dark haired girl over her? She looked almost like a 12 year old boy!
"Oh, Rukia... I... well, I sent them away. I wanted to... talk to you. Alone."
Orihime answered, her voice nervous. Rukia blinked and cocked her head to the right;
"Oh... so, what is it?"
Orihime sat there, unsure as to what to say. Looking down, she stared at her lunch; an awkward silence descended between the two. Rukia felt confused, but let it pass as she went about eating; Orihime was the type who never did openly talk about things right away.
"Um... Rukia... I wanted to know..."
Orihime began, still staring at her lunch; Rukia muttered an 'eh' while eating.
"Is Ichigo... attracted to you...?"
Orihime finally spat out; Rukia in turn spat out her food and then coughed. Quickly she scooped up her drink and took a few sips; Orihime looked toward the dark haired girl.
"What kind of a question is that?!"
The dark haired girl nearly screamed, her cheeks pink.
"Oh... so he is...?"
Orihime mumbled as she looked to the ground, crestfallen. Rukia, sensing her feelings instantly patted the large chested girl on the shoulder, laughing;
"Of course not! Ichigo and I are just friends! There's nothing between us!"
"Then... why..."
Orihime mumbled softly to herself, yet it was loud enough for Rukia to hear.
"O-Orihime..."
Rukia began, but was cut off when Orihime looked up at her, eyes full of tears.
"Why doesn't he notice me?! Everybody else does... is there something I don't have?!"
Orihime spat out, Rukia was shocked into silence. The two sat in an awkward silence once more, it was only penetrated by a sniffle now and again from Orihime. Rukia... she sat in silence, arguing with herself; should she tell Orihime the truth of the matter?
"Orihime... I... there's something..."
Rukia began, then bit her tongue; she was in deep now, too deep to just dodge. Orihime looked at the dark haired girl again; her eyes were as focused as a laser. The answer she sought... it could come any moment!
"The fact is... Ichigo... he..."
Rukia looked at Orihime; their eyes met. Quickly the smaller girl looked away, hands grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt; the truth was something horrible. Atleast for Orihime.
"I... I knew it... Ichigo... he's not interested in me because..."
Orihime closed her eyes and tried to fight back her tears from flowing. Rukia looked at her and panicked;
"L-look, it's not like this is a choice! I mean, Ichigo... the things he likes... it's not his fault! If he had a choice, I'm sure he'd be interested in you like any other man!"
Rukia rambled so quickly, trying to comfort her friend. Orihime looked up at Rukia again, wiping a tear from her cheeks.
"There has to be a way... I... I could... "
Rukia shook her head vigorously, her rambling starting once more;
"N-no! You shouldn't do anything hasty! You should find somebody that loves you for you, not try to change yourself for him! Besides... it would be expensive..."
"But... I'd do anything... for him to want me..."
Orihime looked down again, this time her eyes focusing on her chest. Those breasts... they were getting in her way!
"Even if I have to get these things cut off!"
Orihime spat with anger; Rukia jumped to her feet.
"Orihime, don't think like that! That won't solve anything! You might change yourself, but at what cost? Do you really want to become a man?!"
Rukia finally said it, and Orihime looked up at her, face showing profound confusion.
"W-what...?"
Rukia blinked and sat down next to her once more.
"Well... I mean... Ichigo is attracted to men, so..."
Orihime was even more confused. Rukia swallowed hard; there had been some kind of profound misunderstanding between them.
"W-w-well, you see... Ichigo... he's gay. So... so... that's why I didn't want you going to any extremes."
Orihime turned pale, her eyes went wide... and then she fell to her side. Rukia panicked and leaned over, shaking her fallen friend before checking for a pulse; she was alive.
Orihime had just fainted from the shock.
---
"What's so important that you can't tell me at home?"
Ichigo complained as he trailed behind Rukia, dragging his feet; he didn't enjoy going to that... place. Rukia looked over her shoulder at the complaining youth and scowled;
"Like I said, I don't know what he wants. All I know is that Urahara wants to see you about something; so if you'd just shut up and walk faster, you'd know sooner."
"Yeah, yeah... geez..."
Ichigo grumbled to himself as he looked to the ground; Rukia didn't even give him time to go home and change out of his school uniform before she dragged him off to the shop that belonged to that bastard Urahara. The man annoyed him; those wooden shoes, that fan he always waved about... that hat and cane. It was as thought everything about him just pissed Ichigo off, but he couldn't exactly tell why.
"Come on, we're almost there."
Rukia called after several long minutes; Ichigo looked up and saw the sign in the distance. A chill ran down his spine; something didn't feel right. It wasn't a Hollow... but the dread he felt was similar. he could make out the form of a small girl sweeping; it must have been Ururu, about the only person in the place he could actually stand. But as they drew closer, Ichigo saw him; Jinta, the red haired little snot that tormented poor Ururu every chance he got.
"I already hate this."
Ichigo grumbled, Rukia shook her head;
"Suck it up, and be polite."
Ichigo grunted and steeled himself for the coming annoyance that was Jinta. An annoyance that didn't seem to come as, upon their drawing close to the shop, the boy vanished into the shop. Ichigo smiled to himself; maybe today wouldn't have been so bad.
Time moved forward, Ichigo found himself waiting for Urahara, a cup sitting in-front of him on a small table. Rukia had vanished somewhere, leaving him alone to nurse the tea that ururu so kindly brought to him. Without a clock Ichigo had no concept of time; minutes could have been hours, hours minutes. The tea vanished down his gullet as he grew impatient, fingers wrapping against the table. He wanted to scream and carry on, but such wasn't becoming of his age.
The door opened suddenly, Ichigo jumped; his eyes instantly fixated on the one standing in the doorway. It wasn't who he expected at all.
"O-Orihime...?"
Ichigo muttered, curious as to why she would be there. The well endowed girl only gave him a sheepish smile before being pushed into the room, followed by Rukia. Ichigo's eyes narrowed;
"What the Hell is going on?"
"What's going on, Ichigo... is some training."
Ichigo blood ran cold upon hearing that voice. He got to his feet, but before he could say even a word his body felt heavy; it was all he could do to stand. Frantically he looked at Orihime; she wouldn't return his gaze. He turned his attention to Rukia; she had a smirk on her face.
"Strong as ever, Ichigo... I suppose I'll have to use another binding Kido on you."
Ichigo's face turned pale, his body felt even more heavy. Staggering, he tried to stay on his feet... but it was too much for him to handle. With a thud he fell to his knees, limbs unable to move
"W-why... why are you... doing this?!"
Ichigo howled in anger, only to be greeted with a third binding Kido, this time sealing his mouth shut. His nostrils flared, his eyes threw daggers; if a look could kill, Ichigo would be a mass murderer. Orihime, she only stood there, looking at the floor, her hands at her sides; she felt horrible for what was happening to him. But still... she didn't want this chance to slip by. It was then, with Ichigo properly bound that Urahara entered the room, his wooden shoes making that annoying tapping sound that drove Ichigo crazy.
"My, my; you do good work."
Urahara said with a smile, hidden by his face of course. Rukia shook her head, placing her hands upon her hips as she stared at Ichigo; something about this felt satisfying to her.
"Only the best for our dear Ichigo... and now, Urahara, I trust you have what I asked for ready?"
"Oh my, yes... imagine my surprise when I heard such a request, though. Remind me to never make an enemy of you."
Urahara said with a chuckle before producing a vial from one of his sleeves; it contained a clear fluid. It was thick and viscous, like corn syrup. Orihime's eyes fixated upon the fluid as Rukia took it from the man in the hat, leering at the contents. Urahara turned and exited the room, his hand still on the door;
"Now, I think I'll excuse myself. Remember, if you break anything you'll have to pay for it. That goes for stains as well."
Closing it shut, the wooden shoes made their infuriatingly annoying sound as he walked away from the room, leaving the two ladies with a rather angery, yet helpless, Ichigo at their mercy. Rukia looked at Orihime with a grin, then turned to Ichigo. She drew close to him; Ichigo made some manner of sound, the only thing he could do to show his displeasure... other than just stare at her, hoping to burn a hole through her head.
"You know, Ichigo... you're a real pain in the ass."
Rukia began as she stood in-front of the teenager, looking down at him. Orihime drew closer herself, but remained a slight distance away; she wanted to make sure that Ichigo's binds were strong enough to hold before getting too close to him. She didn't believe him capable of hurting either one of them, but given what happened, and what will happen...
"You bitch, you moan; I saved your life by giving you my powers, and yet you don't seem to realize that you should listen to me. I've done the job longer than you; I expected some respect. Instead, I got a whiny little punk."
Rukia unloaded on Ichigo, venting her frustrations that had built up over the months; it felt good to get it off her chest. But more, it felt amazing to have such control over him. Suddenly she smirked at Ichigo and thrust her foot between his legs, her sock covered foot finding his penis. With force, she ground her foot against him; to her surprise he grew hard.
"What's this, huh? I though you were only into guys? Or maybe I'm just not feminine enough for you, huh?"
Rukia spat as she pressed her foot against his crotch with more force; he only responded by getting harder. With a look of disgust, Rukia leaned forward, placing her forehead on his own.
"So Ichigo, what is it? Did you lie when you told me you were into guys? Or is it just because I don't have tits like Orihime that you're getting off on this? You said I had the looks of a little boy; is that what's getting you all excited?"
Orihime swallowed hard and looked at her breasts; a wave of shame rushed over her. Those things... they were the cause of all of this; they were the reason why she had to force Ichigo to go through such things. She almost wanted to call it off, but something within her refused to let her speak. It was her lust, her desire for Ichigo... even if he didn't find her attractive, she wanted him.
And if Orihime couldn't have his heart, she could settle for his body.
Another thud came; Orihime looked at Ichigo. Rukia had him flat on his back. Quickly, the small, dark haired girl ripped his pants and underwear from his body, revealing to them both his manhood. Orihime gasped, and at that moment it shrank; the mere thought of her seeing it caused Ichigo to go flaccid. Rukia looked up at Ichigo with disgust once more before turning her attention back to his soft penis.
"Urahara said this stuff worked best on a hard penis... guess I'll have to work my little boy charm to get you going in-front of Orihime here."
Popping the cork from the vial, Rukia took him into her free hand. Softly, she leaned toward it and kissed it softly, her tongue lapping at it between kisses. Ichigo grunted as a shiver ran down his body; with her short hair and small body... she really did seem like a boy. He began to grow hard, much to his shame; Rukia smiled.
"Well look at that; I CAN get you hard with nothing but my mouth! Keep that in mind the next time you say nothing about me could get you hard, Ichigo."
Rukia spoke with a tone that seemed to mock him before running her tongue along his shaft, moving ever closer to the tip. Once there, she gently kissed it, then parted her lips and drove her head forward, consuming the bulk of his manhood. Ichigo's anus tightened upon being engulfed by her, and Orihime, her face was fire red as she watched Rukia perform fellatio on the young man.
Looking up at Ichigo, Rukia quickly bobbed her head, lips forming a tight seal; she was sucking him off like a real pro. Her tongue moved around him, tasting his man meat; she couldn't help but moan. But after a few moments reality came back to her; she realized that this wasn't about her.
It was about Orihime.
With a sudden jerk Rukia withdrew her mouth from his shaft, her hand with the vial stationed above his still hard penis. Turning it, the fluid dripped onto him, a shiver passing through him; it was cold! Without a word, Rukia threw the vial to the ground and took hold of his manhood with both hands. Licking her lips, she swiftly moved them on him, spreading the fluid all over his phallus, ensuring that the skin would absorb it.
But more, she turned her attention to his balls; Urahara was very specific in stating that it should get there too. Rukia caressed his testicles gently, showing much more kindness than his shaft.
"You see, Ichigo... this stuff is going to keep you hard. No matter how many orgasms, you'll stay rock hard for a few hours. But what's more..."
Rukia paused to give his balls a squeeze, teasing him.
"This'll increase your sperm production. You'll literally, and forgive my crude language here, cum buckets."
She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder at Orihime.
"You're gonna have lots of fun with him... and who knows, you might just get knocked up here."
Orihime squirmed at the thought, Ichigo's eyes turned to fear; Rukia laughed as she looked at the now scared young man.
"Wouldn't that be something, Ichigo? Getting Orihime pregnant..."
Finishing her job, Rukia wiped her hands off on his thighs. Moving to his right, she motioned for Orihime to come close; the well endowed girl complied with ease.
"Now Orihime... he's all yours. Mind if I watch?"
Orihime nodded and then swallowed hard; her eyes were fixated upon Ichigo hard phallus. Her panties were soaked through at the mere sight of it; her hands shook as they went under the skirt of her uniform. Ichigo tried to get away but he couldn't, the binding was too strong for him to break free from. Slowly, Orihime pulled her white panties down her legs, a thin string of fluid connected the crotch of the panties to her actual crotch.
Rukia whistled.
"Well now, aren't we horny."
Orihime's hands trembled as they released her panties from their grip, allowing them to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, the horny young woman took several steps forward; she only stopped when her wet little pussy was right above his hard, shamefully erect penis. Closing her eyes tightly, Orihime dropped to her knees, she just barely missed being impaled by him. With her trembling hands Orihime took hold of his hardness and gently caressed it.
"Ichigo... it's so hard... and warm. I... I can feel your heart beat!"
Orihime spoke softly, fingers running along the slick surface of his manhood; it was the thing she'd wanted for so long now. Biting her lip, the young woman lifted her body up, just enough to slip his penis between them. She moaned at the feel of the tip of his phallus touching her most sensitive of areas. With a sudden cry of pleasure Orihime drove herself onto Ichigo; the entire length of his penis vanished inside of her moist opening, her body trembling at the sheer bliss that having him inside of her caused.
Rukia cocked her head when she didn't notice any blood; it seemed Orihime wasn't as innocent as she wanted everybody to believe.
"I-I-Ichigo... so amazing... it's hot... hard... inside me..."
Orihime mewled; she felt so full with him inside of her. Her small hands moved to his chest as she steadied herself, her eyes opening; they stared right into his own. She saw his fear, but she didn't care; her own were filled with lust and desire.
"Ichigo... I wanted this for so long. I lost my virginity thinking of you... of your hardness inside of me. I broke myself... to make sure that our first time would be nothing but pleasure. All those stuffed animals I have, they were all meant to be you... to practice on. I wanted to make you so happy when I finally had you inside of me."
Orihime felt like she had to confess to him, about the things she did when thinking of him, or preparing for their time together. Rukia smiled and then shook her head.
"Too bad you turned out gay, Ichigo; this one was likely willing to be your slave if you asked."
Orihime moaned at the idea of being Ichigo's slave; the thought of being collared by him spurred the busty girl to finally go into action by rocking her hips. Her muscles gripped his phallus; if he were a straight man he'd be in heaven. But now... he was in Hell.
"Ichigo, I want you to be my lover... my master... please. I... I want to make you want me. Desire me... no matter what it takes!"
Orihime cried out as she rode Ichigo with force and speed that she never imagined herself capable of. Her juices oozed around his shaft as she move from balls to shaft, the constant empty and fullness producing all manner of lewd noises when she came down on him. Rukia could only watch in amazement; the speed at which Orihime moved was enviable. Especially when one considered that it was, for all she knew, the teenage girls first time.
Orihime's huge breasts bounced as she rode the poor, bound young man with all the gusto she could muster. They wanted to tear away from her bra and the shirt that held them in check, to be free like the mighty buffalo that once was the master of the American plains.
"Ichi...go... I want... you to fill me... please...!"
The teenage girl managed to eek out between cries of pleasure; she wanted his hot, thick sperm inside of her stomach. Leaning forward she rested her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head. Pressing her lips against his own, Orihime rode him with everything she had; her body nearly bounced off of his own from the force. She was close to her own orgasm, the very first as a real woman.
But she wanted him to have one as well; Orihime had always dreamed of the two of them having a mutual orgasm. Much to his horror, Ichigo could feel the muscles of his anus tighten; the first sign that he was going to have an orgasm. He felt so dirty, so ashamed... getting off to a woman. And of all people, Orihime!
Orihime laid her head next to his own, lips close to his ear; she spewed such horrible, filthy things from her lips in a hushed whisper that only Ichigo could hear. To any straight man it would have made his balls tighten, but to Ichigo it only made him want to throw up. But... whatever was in that horrible gunk that Rukia used on him, it was making his body rebel against his desires. It made him horny hearing her say those lewd things.
Ichigo was going to orgasm, and hard. Her filthy talk was doing exactly what she intended it to, as was her vagina; he was going to go off. He was going to fill her with his precious seed. And, in his nightmares, he might even give her a child; an eternal reminder of his shame and violation. He closed his eyes tightly; he wanted to scream. Nothing came from his lips as his balls tightened up on him.
It was as if Orihime knew; she cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire frame, causing every muscle to violently spasm or lock up just before he himself released his sperm into her. Orihime, she cried a second time at the sudden rush of his seed into her; it was as a torrent, a flood. It filled her vagina, it flowed into her uterus... and it overflowed, pouring from her body, staining the floor below them with an obscenely large amount of fluid.
The amount shocked all involved; but Orihime didn't care. She was in heaven, having his hard dick filling her while his seed flowed into her uterus. Rukia was impressed; Urahara did good work, that was for sure.
Which was bad news for Ichigo... because this was only the beginning of his bad day.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Some Twisted Science; Subject Tifa, Purpose: Project Aurochs (notes)
Project Aurochs, day 1: Subject has been brought into the lab. She appears to be a healthy specimen of human, despite coming from the slums; there are no deformities and no diseases have been identified from the blood tests. Genetic screenings are still under way; if they come up clean then the project will continue.
Project Aurochs, day 2: The genetic tests show that there are no genetic risks. The executives will be pleased to hear that the project will be going through. The specimen is in excellent condition, physically; she has good muscle definition and tone. This will be important later on if the subject is to be mobile if these tests are successful. The genetic results will be further analyzed to determine what needs to be done.
Project Aurochs, day 5: Genetic testing has been completed, an early hormone treatment draft has been developed. Subject has remained under sedation since she was brought in by the Turks, and will remain so until further notice.
Project Aurochs, day 10: The hormone treatment has been finalized for the subject; it is projected that she will easily take to the changes. An increase of two hundred percent is expected. Initial injections will begin tomorrow, after the subject has been removed from sedation; we do not wish for the drugs to have any negative effects on the treatment.
Project Aurochs, day 11: Subject is awake and alert. Currently she has not been permanently silenced, so as to allow for interviews about any perceived side effects. Twelve injection sites have been marked for use, six on each side. Injections will be on a four hour basis until further notice.
Project Aurochs, day 14: Injections have been reduced to four a day. Subject shows a noticeable increase in size, however production has not been seen yet. Subject reports no side effects, beyond an emotional response to the size increase. Such is not important.
Project Aurochs, day 20: Injections have been reduced to two a day. Subject shows a rapid increase in size, reaching a full one hundred percent boost, but production has not begun. The subject reports an odd side effect; an increased sexual drive. Hormone treatment will continue, but if production does not begin soon, the project may be scrapped.
Project Aurochs, day 28: Injections have been reduced to one every other day. Subject has reached one hundred forty percent increase in size; production has begun at last. The subject reports an ever further increase in libido and has begun showing outward signs of sexual frustration. I may have to provide her a means of release.
Project Aurochs, day 35: An important breakthrough; production has increased more than five hundred times what it previously was, size increase has reached one hundred eighty. The sudden increase, it seems, came after sexual contact has been permitted; production has been charted to jump with every sexual encounter the subject receives. Hormone release caused by sexual activity may be the key to the entire projects commercial viability.
Project Aurochs, day 40: Subject has seen an increase of one hundred ninty percent in size, milk production is now regular. Sexual activity continues, but production has capped at nearly a thousand percent from the initial production start. Currently all injections have ceased, sexual contact will be removed; the subject will be restrained to prevent violence.
Project Aurochs, day 44: Subject has been placed back into sexual activity; production dropped by nearly half in only a few days when she was removed from her partner. It is safe to say that those who will be part of this product line will need special services.
Project Aurochs, day 50: Subject has now reached a full two hundred percent increase in size, production has remained steady. Tests have been performed on the product; all come back negative for any contamination. Results indicate a near perfect reproduction of that produced by bovines. Pending approval by the executives, I can safely confirm that this project has been a complete success.
Project Aurochs, day 55: Final entry. Permission has been granted for full scale production, pending a harvest of viable subjects. A product should be commercially available within a few months time.
Project Aurochs, day 2: The genetic tests show that there are no genetic risks. The executives will be pleased to hear that the project will be going through. The specimen is in excellent condition, physically; she has good muscle definition and tone. This will be important later on if the subject is to be mobile if these tests are successful. The genetic results will be further analyzed to determine what needs to be done.
Project Aurochs, day 5: Genetic testing has been completed, an early hormone treatment draft has been developed. Subject has remained under sedation since she was brought in by the Turks, and will remain so until further notice.
Project Aurochs, day 10: The hormone treatment has been finalized for the subject; it is projected that she will easily take to the changes. An increase of two hundred percent is expected. Initial injections will begin tomorrow, after the subject has been removed from sedation; we do not wish for the drugs to have any negative effects on the treatment.
Project Aurochs, day 11: Subject is awake and alert. Currently she has not been permanently silenced, so as to allow for interviews about any perceived side effects. Twelve injection sites have been marked for use, six on each side. Injections will be on a four hour basis until further notice.
Project Aurochs, day 14: Injections have been reduced to four a day. Subject shows a noticeable increase in size, however production has not been seen yet. Subject reports no side effects, beyond an emotional response to the size increase. Such is not important.
Project Aurochs, day 20: Injections have been reduced to two a day. Subject shows a rapid increase in size, reaching a full one hundred percent boost, but production has not begun. The subject reports an odd side effect; an increased sexual drive. Hormone treatment will continue, but if production does not begin soon, the project may be scrapped.
Project Aurochs, day 28: Injections have been reduced to one every other day. Subject has reached one hundred forty percent increase in size; production has begun at last. The subject reports an ever further increase in libido and has begun showing outward signs of sexual frustration. I may have to provide her a means of release.
Project Aurochs, day 35: An important breakthrough; production has increased more than five hundred times what it previously was, size increase has reached one hundred eighty. The sudden increase, it seems, came after sexual contact has been permitted; production has been charted to jump with every sexual encounter the subject receives. Hormone release caused by sexual activity may be the key to the entire projects commercial viability.
Project Aurochs, day 40: Subject has seen an increase of one hundred ninty percent in size, milk production is now regular. Sexual activity continues, but production has capped at nearly a thousand percent from the initial production start. Currently all injections have ceased, sexual contact will be removed; the subject will be restrained to prevent violence.
Project Aurochs, day 44: Subject has been placed back into sexual activity; production dropped by nearly half in only a few days when she was removed from her partner. It is safe to say that those who will be part of this product line will need special services.
Project Aurochs, day 50: Subject has now reached a full two hundred percent increase in size, production has remained steady. Tests have been performed on the product; all come back negative for any contamination. Results indicate a near perfect reproduction of that produced by bovines. Pending approval by the executives, I can safely confirm that this project has been a complete success.
Project Aurochs, day 55: Final entry. Permission has been granted for full scale production, pending a harvest of viable subjects. A product should be commercially available within a few months time.
Some Twisted Science; Subject Aerith, Purpose: Breeding
Aerith groaned as she came around, her eyes foggy, and mind even more so. The last thing she recall was being taken by the Turks above the plate, seeing the ShinRa building. Things were dark after that; why was that? Why couldn't she recall what happened after that? And why did she feel so cold? She had no idea where she was or why she felt like this; she tried to rub her eyes but found she couldn't move her hand. Or her arm.
"Oh, you're awake."
A voice came; Aerith's mind instantly focused, her eyes cleared. The voice from her nightmares since she was a little girl; that man! She looked about in a frantic pace to find him; she was encased in some manner of chamber, the walls were made of a clear material. Her eyes searched and she found him; he was standing off to the side of the chamber, but there was something next to him. Some manner of... no...
"No... no!"
She cried out as she tried to move, but she couldn't. She looked down; her body was nude, her small breasts hung as she found herself bent over, knees resting on the ground. Her arms were locked in a single long tube like device; they were immobile, and which she couldn't see them, she knew her legs were the same. She felt fear rip through her body, and then some pain; her stomach... it hurt. Why was that?
"What did you do to me?!"
She screamed, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at the man; he gave her a sadistic smile that chilled her heart. He laughed then, a laugh that increased with volume that caused her body to form goosebumps; then he ceased instantly. His eyes, they focused on her as he pushed a button;
"Ancient Spawn Journal, day 15; subject is awake at last. Subject has noticed something has been modified in her body but is not aware as to its nature; that's just as well. The drugs used to keep the subject unconscious will be given a few more minutes to leave the system before the project will begin."
He pressed the button again and turned his back to the frightened woman. She began to weep; he had done something horrible to her, something that she didn't know... didn't want to know. Her body trembled, her stomach twisted; pain surged through her. She cried out and hung her head; she could barely see the outline of a cut, neatly switched up around her belly button.
Aerith's eyes grew cold and empty; that man had...
"Enough time has been given to the subject; the project will now begin. With any hope this will result in a new, unique sample; a cross between two nearly extinct species. This may very well be the only way to preserve the two. Now, I shall begin the video recording and release the specimen..."
Aerith closed her eyes tightly; he had done something to her womb. That bastard cut her open and played with her insides; how could he?! Was life worth nothing to him? She could hear the sounds of machine; she could feel the floor under her moving, but she didn't look. She didn't want to see what was coming, what was going to be forced on her. She just prayed that it would knock her out swiftly so she wouldn't have to feel the violation.
She heard a roar behind her; it was like a lion, but mixed with a wolf. She trembled and swallowed hard.
"Specimen has been modified for just this experiment; its libido increased ten fold to ensure a mating. If my predictions are correct, the subject will survive this encounter with somewhat minimal damage done."
Hojo, he stood there and watched as the large, red furred quadruped moved toward her, then began to sniff at her crotch. Aerith gasped at the feel of its warm breath on her most sensitive of parts, then cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure when it lapped its tongue against her. Hojo smirked; this was going to be something interesting.
That smirk only grew when the beast reared up onto its back legs and lurched forward, placing its large body upon her back, front legs wrapping around her shoulders. Aerith whimpered under the weight of the beast, her back sweating from its fur and body heat. She could feel something poking against her vaginal lips, it was something hard and thick. Her eyes clenched even tighter when the beast growled and plunged itself forward; she screamed in pain as it impaled her on its long, thick sexual organ. It felt even thicker than her arm!
The beast stretched her tunnel as far as it could possibly go, but it didn't stop feeding her its growth; the thing just kept going inside of her. She could feel it... the pain in her stomach, the heat from the monsters penis; it was inside of her womb.It just barely touched the very top of it before the beast bottomed out, slapping its balls against her thighs. She swallowed hard as its front legs tightened on her shoulders; and then she screamed in unimaginable horror and pain when the beast began to pull out of her.
It was as though her insides were being shredded by hundreds of tiny hooks! But that's what was happening; the beasts penis was barbed much like that of any good feline. It scrapped her flesh, trying to remove any sperm from a previous mating and trying to get her to produce an egg. But Aerith wasn't built like that; there was no egg release from her ovaries in response to the beasts pulling out.
There was only pain and blood.
Aeith's head hung low, her mouth open in a near, constant scream as the animal began to mate with her at an almost instantly fevered pace. Blood oozed from around the penis as it was pulled out, her throat grew sore and hoarse from her screaming; it was the worst thing she had ever been exposed to. Blood was the only lube the beast got as it violated her; there was no woman in her right mind who could get off on something this horrible and insane!
Hojo simply watched, a hand upon his chin; for him there was pleasure. Not in the concept of watching his subject's crotch being fucked to a bloody pulp, or the fact that there was sex going on at all. No, this was pure, hardcore science at action; science he himself took part in with their modifications. This was the culmination of his hard work and sick dreams, of the years he waited to get the little Ancient spawn back into his lab!
Aerith slipped into unconsciousness after only a few minutes, but the beast kept going. It was as though it were possessed by something that natural; if it were like a cat the mating wouldn't have gone on for so long. It was possessed alright, by Hojo's twisted designs. But then the beast roared, Aerith's small body jerked, Hojo grinned from ear to ear; the creature ceased at once, its balls deflating as a torrent flow into Aerith's uterus, then out of vagina from around the penis of the monster cat. It was pink, mixed with blood; the blood of her mutilated vagina.
It pulled out of her, a surge of fluid oozed from her like a small tidal wave. The beast retreated, leaving its mate be; Hojo laughed as he pressed a button to stop the camera and record his final update of the day;
"Mating has finished. I will now see to the subject's medical needs and begin testing to see if the breeding will take hold. With luck, this will be the first in a long line of hybrids..."
"Oh, you're awake."
A voice came; Aerith's mind instantly focused, her eyes cleared. The voice from her nightmares since she was a little girl; that man! She looked about in a frantic pace to find him; she was encased in some manner of chamber, the walls were made of a clear material. Her eyes searched and she found him; he was standing off to the side of the chamber, but there was something next to him. Some manner of... no...
"No... no!"
She cried out as she tried to move, but she couldn't. She looked down; her body was nude, her small breasts hung as she found herself bent over, knees resting on the ground. Her arms were locked in a single long tube like device; they were immobile, and which she couldn't see them, she knew her legs were the same. She felt fear rip through her body, and then some pain; her stomach... it hurt. Why was that?
"What did you do to me?!"
She screamed, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at the man; he gave her a sadistic smile that chilled her heart. He laughed then, a laugh that increased with volume that caused her body to form goosebumps; then he ceased instantly. His eyes, they focused on her as he pushed a button;
"Ancient Spawn Journal, day 15; subject is awake at last. Subject has noticed something has been modified in her body but is not aware as to its nature; that's just as well. The drugs used to keep the subject unconscious will be given a few more minutes to leave the system before the project will begin."
He pressed the button again and turned his back to the frightened woman. She began to weep; he had done something horrible to her, something that she didn't know... didn't want to know. Her body trembled, her stomach twisted; pain surged through her. She cried out and hung her head; she could barely see the outline of a cut, neatly switched up around her belly button.
Aerith's eyes grew cold and empty; that man had...
"Enough time has been given to the subject; the project will now begin. With any hope this will result in a new, unique sample; a cross between two nearly extinct species. This may very well be the only way to preserve the two. Now, I shall begin the video recording and release the specimen..."
Aerith closed her eyes tightly; he had done something to her womb. That bastard cut her open and played with her insides; how could he?! Was life worth nothing to him? She could hear the sounds of machine; she could feel the floor under her moving, but she didn't look. She didn't want to see what was coming, what was going to be forced on her. She just prayed that it would knock her out swiftly so she wouldn't have to feel the violation.
She heard a roar behind her; it was like a lion, but mixed with a wolf. She trembled and swallowed hard.
"Specimen has been modified for just this experiment; its libido increased ten fold to ensure a mating. If my predictions are correct, the subject will survive this encounter with somewhat minimal damage done."
Hojo, he stood there and watched as the large, red furred quadruped moved toward her, then began to sniff at her crotch. Aerith gasped at the feel of its warm breath on her most sensitive of parts, then cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure when it lapped its tongue against her. Hojo smirked; this was going to be something interesting.
That smirk only grew when the beast reared up onto its back legs and lurched forward, placing its large body upon her back, front legs wrapping around her shoulders. Aerith whimpered under the weight of the beast, her back sweating from its fur and body heat. She could feel something poking against her vaginal lips, it was something hard and thick. Her eyes clenched even tighter when the beast growled and plunged itself forward; she screamed in pain as it impaled her on its long, thick sexual organ. It felt even thicker than her arm!
The beast stretched her tunnel as far as it could possibly go, but it didn't stop feeding her its growth; the thing just kept going inside of her. She could feel it... the pain in her stomach, the heat from the monsters penis; it was inside of her womb.It just barely touched the very top of it before the beast bottomed out, slapping its balls against her thighs. She swallowed hard as its front legs tightened on her shoulders; and then she screamed in unimaginable horror and pain when the beast began to pull out of her.
It was as though her insides were being shredded by hundreds of tiny hooks! But that's what was happening; the beasts penis was barbed much like that of any good feline. It scrapped her flesh, trying to remove any sperm from a previous mating and trying to get her to produce an egg. But Aerith wasn't built like that; there was no egg release from her ovaries in response to the beasts pulling out.
There was only pain and blood.
Aeith's head hung low, her mouth open in a near, constant scream as the animal began to mate with her at an almost instantly fevered pace. Blood oozed from around the penis as it was pulled out, her throat grew sore and hoarse from her screaming; it was the worst thing she had ever been exposed to. Blood was the only lube the beast got as it violated her; there was no woman in her right mind who could get off on something this horrible and insane!
Hojo simply watched, a hand upon his chin; for him there was pleasure. Not in the concept of watching his subject's crotch being fucked to a bloody pulp, or the fact that there was sex going on at all. No, this was pure, hardcore science at action; science he himself took part in with their modifications. This was the culmination of his hard work and sick dreams, of the years he waited to get the little Ancient spawn back into his lab!
Aerith slipped into unconsciousness after only a few minutes, but the beast kept going. It was as though it were possessed by something that natural; if it were like a cat the mating wouldn't have gone on for so long. It was possessed alright, by Hojo's twisted designs. But then the beast roared, Aerith's small body jerked, Hojo grinned from ear to ear; the creature ceased at once, its balls deflating as a torrent flow into Aerith's uterus, then out of vagina from around the penis of the monster cat. It was pink, mixed with blood; the blood of her mutilated vagina.
It pulled out of her, a surge of fluid oozed from her like a small tidal wave. The beast retreated, leaving its mate be; Hojo laughed as he pressed a button to stop the camera and record his final update of the day;
"Mating has finished. I will now see to the subject's medical needs and begin testing to see if the breeding will take hold. With luck, this will be the first in a long line of hybrids..."
Some Twisted Science: Hojo's Sick Mind
Hojo was a special breed of madman; he had a knack for science, and he knew how to use it for his own ends. He was a disturbed little boy, making all manner of simple clockwork machines designed for purposes ranging from capturing animals for him to dissect to doing the dissection for him. His favorite, though, was one which he managed to make look like a small, cute little animal in frame, and upon clothing it with fur, crafted it into a perfect device with which to capture girls.
He wasn't the rapist type; oh, the girls wish that he were with what he did to them. A dark, twisted imagination is what fueled Hojo, and he took it out on these poor, defenseless little ladies... the less said about them, the better. But let us just say that when he got through, their parents would never have been able to identify that the body was their child. Much less it was once a human. Or even alive, in some cases.
Hojo was brilliant, but the twisted mind destroyed any bright future he may have had. Or rather, in any sane universe he wouldn't have made it beyond prison, locked up with the guys who wanted to make suits out of the skin of women. But the universe he lived in wasn't very sane; it was almost deranged at times. In one of those deranged moments, Hojo not only managed to get into proper science, but he excelled at it. He quickly rose through the ranks of academia; it was almost obscene how quickly he became well know and recognized amongst his peers.
In sad irony, he came under the employ of a scientist that was his superior in everything except intelligence. Hojo detested his boss, yes... but he needed the old man. For the old man, he had something rare and precious. He had an Ancient.
Oh, Hojo wanted that pretty woman; she was so rare that he just wanted to pull her apart, see how she ticked. But his boss, oh; he loved the woman. He wouldn't let Hojo get near her, no matter how he tried. But Hojo, he was swift in mind, as swift as he was deranged; he had a plan. It took him a while to get it rolling, what with the barren, frozen over pit that they were working in, almost near the northern most pole of the planet, but he did it.
ShinRa was very interested in what the two had found at the furthest reaches of the world; so much more because they were never told about it. They sent troops at once, of course; promises of raises and the like thrown at Hojo. But he didn't care; he wanted the woman! And that's what he got, but there was something else as well.
A baby. Oh yes, a baby had been born between that man and his woman. When he stormed the house with the troops of ShinRa, he knew that things would end badly; but all that happened was the death of the man. Hojo got all the research, he got the woman and her child; he got what he wanted. And on top of that he got money, a research lab of the highest order and all the time he wanted to seek his own means without somebody looking over his shoulder.
He had plans for the woman and her little girl... oh yes, plans indeed. But those plans, they were foiled; the woman managed to escape somehow. Hojo hadn't made any mistakes in locking down their pens; it was somebody on the inside that had to have done it! But that didn't get him two two back, no... the two were gone and even with ShinRa behind him, he couldn't find them.
The two were lost to him; he had no idea if they were alive or not. But slowly he began to not care much, he moved to his next project. And then the next project. Soon the two were out of his mind, even if they weren't out of ShinRa's. But it didn't matter; so long as he gave them results they were happy. Like the results of finding the traitor, of extracting the confession, of modifying his body, his mind. That sample, a biological weapon... oh dear, but it was worthless to him, even if ShinRa loved it.
The years passed, he did more and more; people vanished but ShinRa turned a blind eye. Hojo send the troops out to get new samples; ShinRa turned a blind eye. Even when the child of that woman was once more caught and handed over to Hojo, they turned a blind eye to his dark designs and intentions.
Oh, he was going to enjoy the coming day...
He wasn't the rapist type; oh, the girls wish that he were with what he did to them. A dark, twisted imagination is what fueled Hojo, and he took it out on these poor, defenseless little ladies... the less said about them, the better. But let us just say that when he got through, their parents would never have been able to identify that the body was their child. Much less it was once a human. Or even alive, in some cases.
Hojo was brilliant, but the twisted mind destroyed any bright future he may have had. Or rather, in any sane universe he wouldn't have made it beyond prison, locked up with the guys who wanted to make suits out of the skin of women. But the universe he lived in wasn't very sane; it was almost deranged at times. In one of those deranged moments, Hojo not only managed to get into proper science, but he excelled at it. He quickly rose through the ranks of academia; it was almost obscene how quickly he became well know and recognized amongst his peers.
In sad irony, he came under the employ of a scientist that was his superior in everything except intelligence. Hojo detested his boss, yes... but he needed the old man. For the old man, he had something rare and precious. He had an Ancient.
Oh, Hojo wanted that pretty woman; she was so rare that he just wanted to pull her apart, see how she ticked. But his boss, oh; he loved the woman. He wouldn't let Hojo get near her, no matter how he tried. But Hojo, he was swift in mind, as swift as he was deranged; he had a plan. It took him a while to get it rolling, what with the barren, frozen over pit that they were working in, almost near the northern most pole of the planet, but he did it.
ShinRa was very interested in what the two had found at the furthest reaches of the world; so much more because they were never told about it. They sent troops at once, of course; promises of raises and the like thrown at Hojo. But he didn't care; he wanted the woman! And that's what he got, but there was something else as well.
A baby. Oh yes, a baby had been born between that man and his woman. When he stormed the house with the troops of ShinRa, he knew that things would end badly; but all that happened was the death of the man. Hojo got all the research, he got the woman and her child; he got what he wanted. And on top of that he got money, a research lab of the highest order and all the time he wanted to seek his own means without somebody looking over his shoulder.
He had plans for the woman and her little girl... oh yes, plans indeed. But those plans, they were foiled; the woman managed to escape somehow. Hojo hadn't made any mistakes in locking down their pens; it was somebody on the inside that had to have done it! But that didn't get him two two back, no... the two were gone and even with ShinRa behind him, he couldn't find them.
The two were lost to him; he had no idea if they were alive or not. But slowly he began to not care much, he moved to his next project. And then the next project. Soon the two were out of his mind, even if they weren't out of ShinRa's. But it didn't matter; so long as he gave them results they were happy. Like the results of finding the traitor, of extracting the confession, of modifying his body, his mind. That sample, a biological weapon... oh dear, but it was worthless to him, even if ShinRa loved it.
The years passed, he did more and more; people vanished but ShinRa turned a blind eye. Hojo send the troops out to get new samples; ShinRa turned a blind eye. Even when the child of that woman was once more caught and handed over to Hojo, they turned a blind eye to his dark designs and intentions.
Oh, he was going to enjoy the coming day...
Viera Mating Season Has Come
The weeks had passed them all by, Clan life pushed the whole thing about little Viera from the minds of Marche and Ritz. The Clan League was upon them, they were going to the finals. The two were so very sure that they could win it; their Clan was a finely crafted machine of war, after all. But something weighed heavily on their minds; the Viera. They were acting... strange. Ritz couldn't find out anything, they didn't want to talk about it.
Marche, being Clan leader was incapable of getting anything himself; they were simply tight lipped about their actions. Perhaps, he thought, the little talk with Shara had caused something. Maybe she was actually offended and told the others... perhaps they didn't want to work with him and Ritz any longer?
Marche didn't need this right now; the Clan League was getting closer, the Viera in the Clan made up almost a third of their number. If they were to split, the Clan would be seriously underpowered, not to mention Ritz would likely be crushed. She was as an adopted Viera; she was even capable of summoning their Totema. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost; if not for the Clan, than for Ritz's sake.
The sun was falling below the horizon when Marche built enough courage to talk to Shara. He figured he'd find out out in the wild; he was right. She sat upon a tree stump, her back to him as she watched the sun go down. Her ears perked up, but she didn't turn; Marche was sure that she was upset with him. Steeling himself, the young boy marched toward her, stopping only feet from where she sat.
"Shara... I need to talk to you."
His voice trembled; he was really very nervous. More so when she said nothing to him, she didn't even show any signs of recognizing his presence.
"Shara... I... I know things have been weird for a while now. I just... I want to know if it's what I said. I mean, if it is, then please, just be mad at me, not the others. Especially not Ritz! She.."
"Do you like her, Marche?"
Shara suddenly spoke; Marche was taken aback.
"W-well... she's my friend..."
Marche stated, unsure of what she could mean.
"No, I mean... do you love her?"
Shara clarified; Marche's cheeks turned red. He'd never thought of Ritz in such a way, it never crossed his mind.
"No... I... I never thought of her like that. She... is my friend. Nothing else."
Marche looked to the ground, unsure as to what this all meant. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Shara get up, much less turn toward him. The only way he even knew was when he felt her warm hand on his cheek. Quickly he raised his head; their eyes locked.
"Shara...?"
Marche began, but she suddenly placed a finger on his lips to silence the boy. He shut right up, she removed her finger.
"If you have no feelings for her beyond being a friend, then I have no regrets."
Shara stated simply, then leaned forward. Marche's eyes went wide, his cheeks turned a bright red as he felt her lips press against his own. His entire body shuddered as her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close; her body heat was amazing. His eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between her lips, forcing his own open before invading his mouth. Marche's hands trembled as he took hold of her hips; he had no idea where else to put them. This was all so new to him. Shara's tongue probed his mouth, licking at everything; she could tell that he had Chobo for dinner.
Wile her tongue was busy, her hands moved down the young boys body; they arrived at his shorts. Marche's eyes opened wide as the second shock of his life took place; Shara's fingers were undoing his shorts. Marche pulled his mouth away from her own, panting in shock and surprise; Shara ceased her actions.
"S-Shara... you... what..."
Marche was confused, he couldn't complete a sentence. Shara smiled at the young boy, to reassure him.
"I'm doing what nature demands, Marche. I'm going to have sex with you."
Marche's body flew into action, pulling away from her; but he stumbled and fell backwards. With a thud he landed upon his backside, shorts partially undone; he looked up. Shara was standing over him.
"Shara... you... can't...! I... we... why?"
Everything was so strange to him now, his mind was shutting down at the very concept that Shara wanted to... to... do something like that with him. What had gotten into her? Shara, she moved forward; he tried to back away but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, she was straddling his legs, her hands on his shoulders.
"You remember what I told you, right? We Viera mate with other species. And right now I want to mate with you."
Marche's entire body felt hot, he had what could only be described as a full body blush. His mouth ran dry as Shara held him firmly with one hand, the other moving back to her own body. She took hold of her green, midriff bearing top and, slowly, began to pull it upwards. He want to close his eyes, but they wouldn't listen; they were fixated upon the Viera's emerging breasts. They were large and full, and upon being released they bounced; his eyes followed them before they settled.
Her shirt, it was thrown aside; Marche swallowed hard. Shara's nipples were a shade of pink not unlike Ritz's hair, and they were hard; they stood proudly, as though they wanted his attention. A lump grew in his shorts at the sight, upon feeling it Shara pushed her crotch against his own, grinding on the stiffness. Marche gasped, his body was hit by another shudder; Shara smiled at his reaction.
"You're cute, Marche; are all human boys like this on their first time?"
Marche couldn't answer that; he had no idea. But more so, his mind was fixated on her breasts, something deep within him stirred at their sight. A deep memory sprung from the dusty corners of his brain... when he was much younger. Breasts, his mother; they gave him life. His mother... his mother...
"Mother..."
Marche mumbled, transfixed by the hard, pink nipples; Shara was confused by what he had said. But something in her ceased her grinding, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, placing it on the back of his head. Then, slowly, Shara pulled Marche close to her body, his face close to her chest. Almost instantly he lunged forward and latched his lips onto a breast, causing the Viera to gasp, then moan as he suckled. His small arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tightly.
Marche's shuddering ceased as he suckled, his eyes closed; he felt safe and warm. Shara slowly caressed the young boys hair, something about this felt right. Shara smiled at the boy, then leaned down and kissed the top of his head. It was an incredibly intimate feeling between the two of them, more than any kind of sex could produce; Shara was bonding with him and Marche... he was reliving a moment from his past, before Doned... when he had his mother to himself.
The two stayed locked together for what felt like hours in silence; they needed no words. Slowly, Marche let go of her Shara's nipple and placed his head between her breasts, snuggling into her warmth. Shara held him tightly, cradling him like he were her own child; if this were any other time she might have just held him. But it wasn't any other time, her body was driving her to mate.
She was in season. All the Viera were.
"Marche... I... I need you. I really, really need you..."
She whispered softly, stroking his hair; Marche raised his head and looked up at her. She looked down at him; their eyes met once more. In his closeness to her, he felt he could understand anything on her mind, the look he saw told him all he needed to know. With a nod, Marche released her from his hug, Shara pushed him down onto his back. Licking her lips, the Viera slid down his body just enough to allow her hands to get to his shorts. Her hands quickly undid his belt, and with a pull they came down.
Shara slid down the rest of his body, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Looking up at him, she smiled, then took hold of his small penis. Carefully she caressed it, stroking it with her palm; Shara could feel his pulse as his manhood grew hard. Marche gasped, the Viera slowly increased her speed; precum flowed from the tip of his penis, giving her a lubricant to move faster.
His toes curled up in his shoes, pelvis lifted up from the ground; it was amazing, her hand. This was something he'd never felt before, but he loved it; he moaned as the Viera jerked him with even greatest speed, her hand almost a blur as it moved on his shaft. Marche couldn't help himself; something was happening to him. His balls, they felt like they were going to tighten, and then they did.
Shara gasped, Marche moaned; a long stream of white fluid flew from the tip of his penis, and when it came down it landed on Shara's white hair. Quickly she released him and moved up his body, mouth latching onto his spasming penis as more of his seed erupted. Her head bobbed, tongue lapping at his shaft; she moaned at his taste, and Marche moaned at the warmth that engulfed his most private of areas.
He couldn't look at her, his head turned to the side, eyes closed as the white haired Viera sucked him until his orgasm ended. Even then he remained hard; Shara just kept on bobbing her head, tongue licking at his shaft. She wanted him to cum again in her mouth; the taste was something that the Viera missed from her last mating attempt.
Marche, he was going crazy; his his fingers dug into the earth below him, ripping up grass as he felt the greatest sensation of his young life. His toes were curled so tightly they hurt, and yet he didn't care; his balls were tightening again. Like a shotgun he came for the second time, sperm and fluids coating the roof of her mouth before dripping down to her tongue.
Shara milked him until the second orgasm ended, her tongue licking him clean before, finally, she pulled her mouth from him. Marche panted heavily, toes uncurling as he slowly recovered. His penis remained as hard as ever, something that Shara was acutely aware of as she rose to her feet.
The young boy slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his penis growing slightly soft as the blood began to flow away from his crotch. Opening his eyes, Marche straightened his head; what greeted him a moment later was a piece of fabric that was flung onto him. Blinking, the young boy grabbed hold of it, then pulled it open; it was a pair of underwear. Female underwear; white in color. For a moment Marche paused, then he turned red; the blood went back to his crotch as he looked beyond the small piece of fabric in his hands.
Shara, she smiled and came close, standing above him. Her feet were on either side of his hips, she held up the green flap of fabric that covered her crotch from view in her hands, exposing herself to him. It was a strange thing to see; it was pink and wet, but it had a tuft of white hair around it. It was so alien to him, and yet his body knew what it was; he only grew harder at the sight.
The Viera lowered her body and settled onto him, his penis nestled just above her vagina. Slowly, she began to grind against him, the two moaning as their sexual organs ground together. Shara's juices flowed freely, coating his shaft in her fluids; she was getting him ready for the main event. The Viera watched his reaction; it only made her more wet to see him fidget and moan below her, the fact that he was enjoying it made her feel so good.
"Marche... I'm going to take you inside of me now."
Shara cooed, Marche only groaned, Licking her lips in anticipation, the Viera gently grasped his shaft as she lifted herself off of him. With a quick jerk of his shaft to tease the young boy, Shara lowered herself onto him, moaning upon feeling the tip of his penis come into contact with her soaked opening. Marche cried out in shock and pleasure as her opening absorbed him; the muscles were pulling at him! For a boy who swore everything was amazing when it came to sex, this was the most amazing thing yet.
The Viera above him moaned as she took him inside of her body, and Marche was going crazy as she bottomed out, that white tuft of hair touching his balls. Marche felt like he was going to cum at any moment, and Shara, it seemed as though she could sense it, for she didn't move at all. She wanted to give him time to adjust, to get used to being inside of her; there was no telling how much more the boy could take before he was tapped for the night.
Shara wanted to mate with him, but she also wanted to enjoy it for more than a few moments before he could possibly just be done, his body needing rest before he could go at it again. So patiently the Viera waited, even as her body screamed to just get on with it, to have him fill her with his seed. She took several long, deep breaths before leaning forward, placing her hands on the ground on either side of his head.
The Viera looked down at the boy below her; he was really very cute. She had teased him before about it, but he was cute. Especially that blond hair; Shara wished that her child could be blond like him. But alas, such was not possible; there had never been a single Viera with such a hair color.
Marche reached out and grabbed hold of her hips all of a sudden, causing Shara to gasp loudly. Looking down at him, she smiled; he was such an eager little thing.
"As eager as I am, hm? Well then..."
Shara suddenly began to rock her hips; Marche cried out in bliss. The Viera watched as she moved her hips on the young boy, breasts swaying back and forth. His eyes were closed, his fingers dug into her flesh; it was a whole different level than anything they had done before. He wanted to hold out so badly; strange thoughts crossed into his mind then; like naked Bangaa. Large, sweaty, naked Bangaa doing manly things like cutting down trees.
Marche shuddered at the thought; Shara only moved her hips on him faster. Moaning, the young boy tried to focus on the horror in his mind, but he simply could not; the tight, wet hole of the gorgeous Viera above him was something that could not be ignored.
"Ahhh... Marche... it feels good... doesn't it? Come on... tell me it feels good."
Shara mewled, her hips moving ever faster on her little lover. Her breasts swayed and bounced freely; she wanted him to look at her. Look at them. Marche didn't say anything; he bit his lip. He tried so desperately to hold out, even if it meant repressing his cries and keeping his eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. Shara, though, assumed that something was wrong; perhaps it wasn't as good as thought it was?
"Marche... please... look at me! Tell me it feels good!"
Shara pleaded with the young boy, but he didn't respond; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Looking at her could set him off, could end the whole thing once and for all. He wanted to keep going, but his body... he didn't trust it. Seeing her in any way could just make him go off; Marche had to fight it. Fight the urge. Fight his body. But it was hard to do, especially with Shara begging him to do that which he knew could end it all.
It was a losing battle; Marche knew that. He could only hold out for so long before it would end, even if he did ignore her and focus on the horrific images he could conjure from his mind. The little blond was close to the end; his balls were tightening on him. That was the sign that the end was near, he could do nothing now. Quickly then, he opened his eyes and looked upon the Viera that rode him; it was the single most glorious image he had ever seen in the whole of his life.
The end had come for Marche; with what felt like an electric shot his balls released inside of her. Shara rode him hard as his sperm filled her body; the mere fact that he had looked at her was all the difference, she was so close to an orgasm of her own. Marche cried out with every movement she made, his balls emptying themselves completely. Shara's breasts were going wild, bouncing and swaying; it was so very close now! She could feel it building, building... even as Marche ceased his own orgasm, Shara was building towards her own.
And it finally hit; the Viera screamed loudly as her muscles went crazy around his shaft. Her arms gave out on her then; she landed on her little lover chest first. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her frame; it was like she had been hit by a lightning bolt. Every muscle spasmed, her eyes shut tightly; it was amazing how hard she got off on a little human boy.
The two came down together, their bodies worn, panting. Shara softly kissed him on the neck as her hands released his shoulders. Marche in turn slowly wrapped his arms around the Viera that had taken his virginity and held her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body.
"Shara... amazing..."
Marche mumbled, too worn out to make a complete sentence. Shara smiled at her little lover and stroked his hair.
"It'll be even better tomorrow."
Shara said with a giggle, Marche felt confusion sweep through his mind;
"Huh?"
Shara giggled again, then kissed him on the forehead before looking him in the eyes.
"Well, my little one... Viera keep mating until we know for a fact that we're with child. It could take weeks before I know for sure... so we'll just have to keep going at it until I know that you've given me a little Viera."
Marche closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could just tell that the coming few weeks were going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined only a few hours ago.
Marche, being Clan leader was incapable of getting anything himself; they were simply tight lipped about their actions. Perhaps, he thought, the little talk with Shara had caused something. Maybe she was actually offended and told the others... perhaps they didn't want to work with him and Ritz any longer?
Marche didn't need this right now; the Clan League was getting closer, the Viera in the Clan made up almost a third of their number. If they were to split, the Clan would be seriously underpowered, not to mention Ritz would likely be crushed. She was as an adopted Viera; she was even capable of summoning their Totema. He had to get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost; if not for the Clan, than for Ritz's sake.
The sun was falling below the horizon when Marche built enough courage to talk to Shara. He figured he'd find out out in the wild; he was right. She sat upon a tree stump, her back to him as she watched the sun go down. Her ears perked up, but she didn't turn; Marche was sure that she was upset with him. Steeling himself, the young boy marched toward her, stopping only feet from where she sat.
"Shara... I need to talk to you."
His voice trembled; he was really very nervous. More so when she said nothing to him, she didn't even show any signs of recognizing his presence.
"Shara... I... I know things have been weird for a while now. I just... I want to know if it's what I said. I mean, if it is, then please, just be mad at me, not the others. Especially not Ritz! She.."
"Do you like her, Marche?"
Shara suddenly spoke; Marche was taken aback.
"W-well... she's my friend..."
Marche stated, unsure of what she could mean.
"No, I mean... do you love her?"
Shara clarified; Marche's cheeks turned red. He'd never thought of Ritz in such a way, it never crossed his mind.
"No... I... I never thought of her like that. She... is my friend. Nothing else."
Marche looked to the ground, unsure as to what this all meant. Lost in thought, he didn't even hear Shara get up, much less turn toward him. The only way he even knew was when he felt her warm hand on his cheek. Quickly he raised his head; their eyes locked.
"Shara...?"
Marche began, but she suddenly placed a finger on his lips to silence the boy. He shut right up, she removed her finger.
"If you have no feelings for her beyond being a friend, then I have no regrets."
Shara stated simply, then leaned forward. Marche's eyes went wide, his cheeks turned a bright red as he felt her lips press against his own. His entire body shuddered as her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close; her body heat was amazing. His eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping between her lips, forcing his own open before invading his mouth. Marche's hands trembled as he took hold of her hips; he had no idea where else to put them. This was all so new to him. Shara's tongue probed his mouth, licking at everything; she could tell that he had Chobo for dinner.
Wile her tongue was busy, her hands moved down the young boys body; they arrived at his shorts. Marche's eyes opened wide as the second shock of his life took place; Shara's fingers were undoing his shorts. Marche pulled his mouth away from her own, panting in shock and surprise; Shara ceased her actions.
"S-Shara... you... what..."
Marche was confused, he couldn't complete a sentence. Shara smiled at the young boy, to reassure him.
"I'm doing what nature demands, Marche. I'm going to have sex with you."
Marche's body flew into action, pulling away from her; but he stumbled and fell backwards. With a thud he landed upon his backside, shorts partially undone; he looked up. Shara was standing over him.
"Shara... you... can't...! I... we... why?"
Everything was so strange to him now, his mind was shutting down at the very concept that Shara wanted to... to... do something like that with him. What had gotten into her? Shara, she moved forward; he tried to back away but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, she was straddling his legs, her hands on his shoulders.
"You remember what I told you, right? We Viera mate with other species. And right now I want to mate with you."
Marche's entire body felt hot, he had what could only be described as a full body blush. His mouth ran dry as Shara held him firmly with one hand, the other moving back to her own body. She took hold of her green, midriff bearing top and, slowly, began to pull it upwards. He want to close his eyes, but they wouldn't listen; they were fixated upon the Viera's emerging breasts. They were large and full, and upon being released they bounced; his eyes followed them before they settled.
Her shirt, it was thrown aside; Marche swallowed hard. Shara's nipples were a shade of pink not unlike Ritz's hair, and they were hard; they stood proudly, as though they wanted his attention. A lump grew in his shorts at the sight, upon feeling it Shara pushed her crotch against his own, grinding on the stiffness. Marche gasped, his body was hit by another shudder; Shara smiled at his reaction.
"You're cute, Marche; are all human boys like this on their first time?"
Marche couldn't answer that; he had no idea. But more so, his mind was fixated on her breasts, something deep within him stirred at their sight. A deep memory sprung from the dusty corners of his brain... when he was much younger. Breasts, his mother; they gave him life. His mother... his mother...
"Mother..."
Marche mumbled, transfixed by the hard, pink nipples; Shara was confused by what he had said. But something in her ceased her grinding, and she removed her hand from his shoulder, placing it on the back of his head. Then, slowly, Shara pulled Marche close to her body, his face close to her chest. Almost instantly he lunged forward and latched his lips onto a breast, causing the Viera to gasp, then moan as he suckled. His small arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tightly.
Marche's shuddering ceased as he suckled, his eyes closed; he felt safe and warm. Shara slowly caressed the young boys hair, something about this felt right. Shara smiled at the boy, then leaned down and kissed the top of his head. It was an incredibly intimate feeling between the two of them, more than any kind of sex could produce; Shara was bonding with him and Marche... he was reliving a moment from his past, before Doned... when he had his mother to himself.
The two stayed locked together for what felt like hours in silence; they needed no words. Slowly, Marche let go of her Shara's nipple and placed his head between her breasts, snuggling into her warmth. Shara held him tightly, cradling him like he were her own child; if this were any other time she might have just held him. But it wasn't any other time, her body was driving her to mate.
She was in season. All the Viera were.
"Marche... I... I need you. I really, really need you..."
She whispered softly, stroking his hair; Marche raised his head and looked up at her. She looked down at him; their eyes met once more. In his closeness to her, he felt he could understand anything on her mind, the look he saw told him all he needed to know. With a nod, Marche released her from his hug, Shara pushed him down onto his back. Licking her lips, the Viera slid down his body just enough to allow her hands to get to his shorts. Her hands quickly undid his belt, and with a pull they came down.
Shara slid down the rest of his body, pulling his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Looking up at him, she smiled, then took hold of his small penis. Carefully she caressed it, stroking it with her palm; Shara could feel his pulse as his manhood grew hard. Marche gasped, the Viera slowly increased her speed; precum flowed from the tip of his penis, giving her a lubricant to move faster.
His toes curled up in his shoes, pelvis lifted up from the ground; it was amazing, her hand. This was something he'd never felt before, but he loved it; he moaned as the Viera jerked him with even greatest speed, her hand almost a blur as it moved on his shaft. Marche couldn't help himself; something was happening to him. His balls, they felt like they were going to tighten, and then they did.
Shara gasped, Marche moaned; a long stream of white fluid flew from the tip of his penis, and when it came down it landed on Shara's white hair. Quickly she released him and moved up his body, mouth latching onto his spasming penis as more of his seed erupted. Her head bobbed, tongue lapping at his shaft; she moaned at his taste, and Marche moaned at the warmth that engulfed his most private of areas.
He couldn't look at her, his head turned to the side, eyes closed as the white haired Viera sucked him until his orgasm ended. Even then he remained hard; Shara just kept on bobbing her head, tongue licking at his shaft. She wanted him to cum again in her mouth; the taste was something that the Viera missed from her last mating attempt.
Marche, he was going crazy; his his fingers dug into the earth below him, ripping up grass as he felt the greatest sensation of his young life. His toes were curled so tightly they hurt, and yet he didn't care; his balls were tightening again. Like a shotgun he came for the second time, sperm and fluids coating the roof of her mouth before dripping down to her tongue.
Shara milked him until the second orgasm ended, her tongue licking him clean before, finally, she pulled her mouth from him. Marche panted heavily, toes uncurling as he slowly recovered. His penis remained as hard as ever, something that Shara was acutely aware of as she rose to her feet.
The young boy slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his penis growing slightly soft as the blood began to flow away from his crotch. Opening his eyes, Marche straightened his head; what greeted him a moment later was a piece of fabric that was flung onto him. Blinking, the young boy grabbed hold of it, then pulled it open; it was a pair of underwear. Female underwear; white in color. For a moment Marche paused, then he turned red; the blood went back to his crotch as he looked beyond the small piece of fabric in his hands.
Shara, she smiled and came close, standing above him. Her feet were on either side of his hips, she held up the green flap of fabric that covered her crotch from view in her hands, exposing herself to him. It was a strange thing to see; it was pink and wet, but it had a tuft of white hair around it. It was so alien to him, and yet his body knew what it was; he only grew harder at the sight.
The Viera lowered her body and settled onto him, his penis nestled just above her vagina. Slowly, she began to grind against him, the two moaning as their sexual organs ground together. Shara's juices flowed freely, coating his shaft in her fluids; she was getting him ready for the main event. The Viera watched his reaction; it only made her more wet to see him fidget and moan below her, the fact that he was enjoying it made her feel so good.
"Marche... I'm going to take you inside of me now."
Shara cooed, Marche only groaned, Licking her lips in anticipation, the Viera gently grasped his shaft as she lifted herself off of him. With a quick jerk of his shaft to tease the young boy, Shara lowered herself onto him, moaning upon feeling the tip of his penis come into contact with her soaked opening. Marche cried out in shock and pleasure as her opening absorbed him; the muscles were pulling at him! For a boy who swore everything was amazing when it came to sex, this was the most amazing thing yet.
The Viera above him moaned as she took him inside of her body, and Marche was going crazy as she bottomed out, that white tuft of hair touching his balls. Marche felt like he was going to cum at any moment, and Shara, it seemed as though she could sense it, for she didn't move at all. She wanted to give him time to adjust, to get used to being inside of her; there was no telling how much more the boy could take before he was tapped for the night.
Shara wanted to mate with him, but she also wanted to enjoy it for more than a few moments before he could possibly just be done, his body needing rest before he could go at it again. So patiently the Viera waited, even as her body screamed to just get on with it, to have him fill her with his seed. She took several long, deep breaths before leaning forward, placing her hands on the ground on either side of his head.
The Viera looked down at the boy below her; he was really very cute. She had teased him before about it, but he was cute. Especially that blond hair; Shara wished that her child could be blond like him. But alas, such was not possible; there had never been a single Viera with such a hair color.
Marche reached out and grabbed hold of her hips all of a sudden, causing Shara to gasp loudly. Looking down at him, she smiled; he was such an eager little thing.
"As eager as I am, hm? Well then..."
Shara suddenly began to rock her hips; Marche cried out in bliss. The Viera watched as she moved her hips on the young boy, breasts swaying back and forth. His eyes were closed, his fingers dug into her flesh; it was a whole different level than anything they had done before. He wanted to hold out so badly; strange thoughts crossed into his mind then; like naked Bangaa. Large, sweaty, naked Bangaa doing manly things like cutting down trees.
Marche shuddered at the thought; Shara only moved her hips on him faster. Moaning, the young boy tried to focus on the horror in his mind, but he simply could not; the tight, wet hole of the gorgeous Viera above him was something that could not be ignored.
"Ahhh... Marche... it feels good... doesn't it? Come on... tell me it feels good."
Shara mewled, her hips moving ever faster on her little lover. Her breasts swayed and bounced freely; she wanted him to look at her. Look at them. Marche didn't say anything; he bit his lip. He tried so desperately to hold out, even if it meant repressing his cries and keeping his eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. Shara, though, assumed that something was wrong; perhaps it wasn't as good as thought it was?
"Marche... please... look at me! Tell me it feels good!"
Shara pleaded with the young boy, but he didn't respond; he couldn't bring himself to do it. Looking at her could set him off, could end the whole thing once and for all. He wanted to keep going, but his body... he didn't trust it. Seeing her in any way could just make him go off; Marche had to fight it. Fight the urge. Fight his body. But it was hard to do, especially with Shara begging him to do that which he knew could end it all.
It was a losing battle; Marche knew that. He could only hold out for so long before it would end, even if he did ignore her and focus on the horrific images he could conjure from his mind. The little blond was close to the end; his balls were tightening on him. That was the sign that the end was near, he could do nothing now. Quickly then, he opened his eyes and looked upon the Viera that rode him; it was the single most glorious image he had ever seen in the whole of his life.
The end had come for Marche; with what felt like an electric shot his balls released inside of her. Shara rode him hard as his sperm filled her body; the mere fact that he had looked at her was all the difference, she was so close to an orgasm of her own. Marche cried out with every movement she made, his balls emptying themselves completely. Shara's breasts were going wild, bouncing and swaying; it was so very close now! She could feel it building, building... even as Marche ceased his own orgasm, Shara was building towards her own.
And it finally hit; the Viera screamed loudly as her muscles went crazy around his shaft. Her arms gave out on her then; she landed on her little lover chest first. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her frame; it was like she had been hit by a lightning bolt. Every muscle spasmed, her eyes shut tightly; it was amazing how hard she got off on a little human boy.
The two came down together, their bodies worn, panting. Shara softly kissed him on the neck as her hands released his shoulders. Marche in turn slowly wrapped his arms around the Viera that had taken his virginity and held her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body.
"Shara... amazing..."
Marche mumbled, too worn out to make a complete sentence. Shara smiled at her little lover and stroked his hair.
"It'll be even better tomorrow."
Shara said with a giggle, Marche felt confusion sweep through his mind;
"Huh?"
Shara giggled again, then kissed him on the forehead before looking him in the eyes.
"Well, my little one... Viera keep mating until we know for a fact that we're with child. It could take weeks before I know for sure... so we'll just have to keep going at it until I know that you've given me a little Viera."
Marche closed his eyes and breathed heavily; he could just tell that the coming few weeks were going to be a lot more difficult than he had imagined only a few hours ago.
Where Do Little Viera Come From?
It all began with a simple, yet profound question.
"Ritz?"
Marche began.
"Where do little Viera come from?"
His pink haired companion looked at Marche as though he were a madman; where did babies of any species come from? She opened her mouth to reply, but ceased; it dawned on her that she had never once seen a male Viera. Despite being in a clan of nothing but Viera, she'd never heard them mention males, much less seen any evidence that they existed, But she always assumed that they did; it was how it worked in humans, so she just thought...
"I... I assume... that they do the same thing... as everybody else."
Ritz finally responded, but her voice was unsure. Marche looked over at her, eyes questioning her unsure tone. She could only shake her head.
"I'm SURE they must do the same thing everybody else does! I mean, I've never seen a male Viera, but I'm sure they have to exist. Right? I mean, you can't just... have nothing but women... right?"
Now it was Ritz who was asking the question, putting Marche on the spot to answer. He scratched his head for a moment, playing with the strands of blond hair that stuck out from his head in-front; he was more curious than ever now.
"... Say, Ritz..."
He turned and looked at his companion; she met his gaze.
"Maybe we should... you know... ask..."
Ritz became flustered at the mere thought of asking a Viera about her personal life. She shook her head vigorously.
"No way! That's an invasion of privacy! Besides... wouldn't they think us... you know... weird...?"
Marche paused, pondering the awkwardness of asking a Viera how they bred. Part of him wanted to just forget it, but a part of him wanted to know. He looked down to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest; he had no idea what to do now.
"Um... I... I suppose that... maybe..."
Ritz's voice came from seemingly nowhere, causing Marche to look up. Ritz's face was fire red; he found it sort of funny how worked up she was getting over this whole thing.
"Maybe?"
Marche parroted the last bit of her sentence.
"Maybe we could, you know... ask Shara. I-I mean... I know her pretty well, so it's not like asking a total stranger. And... she shouldn't think it too strange. Right?"
Marche's eye lit up and he nodded most vigorously; Shara wouldn't deny telling them if Ritz asked her! Jumping to his feet, Marche grabbed hold of Ritz's right hand and pulled her to her own feet. She looked up at him, face still red, eyes full of surprise and shock.
"Well come on, let's go find and ask!"
Ritz was shocked at his sudden actions; she blushed even more, if that were possible at the sudden hand grabbing.
"H-h-hold on, Marche!"
Ritz protested, Marche was confused.
"Why? I know you want to know as much as I do! Or... are you scared to ask?"
Ritz's eyes flew wide, then narrowed; he had just challenged her. Her pride demanded she soldier on and do it as soon as possible; she nodded. The two of them went off to find Shara, and to seek the answer that they both desired to know. It didn't take long for them to find her, though; like all Viera she had an affinity for nature, and was naturally attracted to the wilds.
Just outside of Muscadet she was, enjoying the nature that her kin loved so very much. Ritz hesitated upon seeing her, but Marche was all gung-ho to ask. Shara, being a Viera had superior hearing, she knew they were there before the two could even say a word; she turned to greet them with a wave and a smile. This only made Ritz more hesitant, she stopped short while Marche went to white haired woman.
"Shara, Ritz and I want to ask you something."
Marche began, gesturing to his side where he assumed Ritz would be. Shara blinked and then raised an eyelid; Marche turned and noticed his companion was missing. Perplexed, he turned around; Ritz's eyes were locked on the ground as she stood more than twenty feet from the two of them. Marche sighed, Shara giggled; Ritz, she went into a fidget.
"Hey Ritz, are you going to do this or should I?"
Marche called out to the fidgeting girl; she only fidgeted more. Marche shrugged and turned, facing the Viera who seemed more than a bit amused by the whole thing.
"So, what is it you wanted to ask?"
Shara asked, figuring it was something minor; not, you know, the facts of Viera birth and such. But that was what Marche was after, all right.
"Ah... yes, well... um... see..."
Marche's cheeks turned slightly red; he himself was becoming flustered. Shara was even more amused by this turn of events, but she was curious as well; something was up. Marche took a deep breath, he tried to calm himself; he went through his question in his head, hoping it would make it to his lips and beyond. After a few moments the young blond boy nodded to himself and looked at Shara, square in the eyes.
"Ritz and I were curious... and we hope you don't mind, or think us weird, but... where, exactly do... Viera come from?"
Finally the question was out. Marche felt proud of himself, Ritz looked up in shock that he had actually asked the question. Shara was taken aback, her face showing a bit of surprise. These two children had just asked her how Viera reproduced. Moments wore on, Marche grew nervous while Ritz went through Shara's reaction in her own head; she assumed the Viera would be offended and walk away after calling them sick little freaks.
Instead, Shara laughed. She laughed hard; Marche backed away a bit, thinking the Viera crazy. Even Ritz was shocked at the reaction. Upon seeing their reactions, Shara calmed herself, wiping a tear from an eye; that was a good laugh she just had.
"Well, you see... little Viera come from their mothers."
Marche blinked, Ritz blinked; Shara smiled.
"... So there... are male Viera?"
Marche asked, puzzled. Shara shook her head.
"Nope. Viera are all female."
Marche was... more than confused, to say the least. Ritz, though, rushed up beside her blond companion, then pressed the issue;
"But how? I mean, if there aren't any males, then how can you have children? I thought you needed a man to... to..."
Ritz fell silent, her face turned red once more. Marche began to try and figure out how a female only population could reproduce; the things that came to mind made him shudder in abject horror. Shara cocked her head to the side, then straightened it back up.
"Well, you see Viera do need men. It's just that we... you know... can mate with other species."
It was all perfectly normal and rational to Shara, but to Marche and Ritz it was almost as though she were speaking some other language. Possibly Spanish.
"You... mate with... other species..."
Marche said with hesitation, Ritz had a look of confusion in her eyes.
"But... why? What happened to all the males?"
"We never had them?"
The was the best thing Shara could come up with. This only further confused Ritz.
"Okay, so... Viera mate with others, and that's where they come from. But... do you only give birth to Viera?"
Marche was trying to piece it together, and Shara nodded;
"It all makes sense when you think about it."
Ritz was all manner of confused by this point; it made no sense to her.
"How does this even begin to make any sense?! You... you're all women who have to mate with men of other species to make babies! Where did you all come from to start with?! Why were you made to make babies with other species?!"
Ritz was all worked up, Marche took a few steps away from his companion. Shara blinked and pondered for a moment.
"Well, you see... it all started with a tree..."
Ritz's face turned pale.
"What?"
"A tree. Exodus, to be exact. It started this whole thing."
Shara replied, causing Ritz to furrow her brow. Marche was the one confused now; Ritz was just frustrated.
"S-so... Exodus gave birth to the first Viera... who then in turn... made babies with other species..."
Marche mumbled, Shara nodded again;
"Pretty much."
Ritz rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head.
"This world makes no sense at all. Now... I'm just gonna... go lay down for a bit."
Ritz turned and walked off, leaving Marche and Shara alone. Shara chuckled slightly;
"I think I broke her brain."
Marche could only nod in agreement.
"Ritz?"
Marche began.
"Where do little Viera come from?"
His pink haired companion looked at Marche as though he were a madman; where did babies of any species come from? She opened her mouth to reply, but ceased; it dawned on her that she had never once seen a male Viera. Despite being in a clan of nothing but Viera, she'd never heard them mention males, much less seen any evidence that they existed, But she always assumed that they did; it was how it worked in humans, so she just thought...
"I... I assume... that they do the same thing... as everybody else."
Ritz finally responded, but her voice was unsure. Marche looked over at her, eyes questioning her unsure tone. She could only shake her head.
"I'm SURE they must do the same thing everybody else does! I mean, I've never seen a male Viera, but I'm sure they have to exist. Right? I mean, you can't just... have nothing but women... right?"
Now it was Ritz who was asking the question, putting Marche on the spot to answer. He scratched his head for a moment, playing with the strands of blond hair that stuck out from his head in-front; he was more curious than ever now.
"... Say, Ritz..."
He turned and looked at his companion; she met his gaze.
"Maybe we should... you know... ask..."
Ritz became flustered at the mere thought of asking a Viera about her personal life. She shook her head vigorously.
"No way! That's an invasion of privacy! Besides... wouldn't they think us... you know... weird...?"
Marche paused, pondering the awkwardness of asking a Viera how they bred. Part of him wanted to just forget it, but a part of him wanted to know. He looked down to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest; he had no idea what to do now.
"Um... I... I suppose that... maybe..."
Ritz's voice came from seemingly nowhere, causing Marche to look up. Ritz's face was fire red; he found it sort of funny how worked up she was getting over this whole thing.
"Maybe?"
Marche parroted the last bit of her sentence.
"Maybe we could, you know... ask Shara. I-I mean... I know her pretty well, so it's not like asking a total stranger. And... she shouldn't think it too strange. Right?"
Marche's eye lit up and he nodded most vigorously; Shara wouldn't deny telling them if Ritz asked her! Jumping to his feet, Marche grabbed hold of Ritz's right hand and pulled her to her own feet. She looked up at him, face still red, eyes full of surprise and shock.
"Well come on, let's go find and ask!"
Ritz was shocked at his sudden actions; she blushed even more, if that were possible at the sudden hand grabbing.
"H-h-hold on, Marche!"
Ritz protested, Marche was confused.
"Why? I know you want to know as much as I do! Or... are you scared to ask?"
Ritz's eyes flew wide, then narrowed; he had just challenged her. Her pride demanded she soldier on and do it as soon as possible; she nodded. The two of them went off to find Shara, and to seek the answer that they both desired to know. It didn't take long for them to find her, though; like all Viera she had an affinity for nature, and was naturally attracted to the wilds.
Just outside of Muscadet she was, enjoying the nature that her kin loved so very much. Ritz hesitated upon seeing her, but Marche was all gung-ho to ask. Shara, being a Viera had superior hearing, she knew they were there before the two could even say a word; she turned to greet them with a wave and a smile. This only made Ritz more hesitant, she stopped short while Marche went to white haired woman.
"Shara, Ritz and I want to ask you something."
Marche began, gesturing to his side where he assumed Ritz would be. Shara blinked and then raised an eyelid; Marche turned and noticed his companion was missing. Perplexed, he turned around; Ritz's eyes were locked on the ground as she stood more than twenty feet from the two of them. Marche sighed, Shara giggled; Ritz, she went into a fidget.
"Hey Ritz, are you going to do this or should I?"
Marche called out to the fidgeting girl; she only fidgeted more. Marche shrugged and turned, facing the Viera who seemed more than a bit amused by the whole thing.
"So, what is it you wanted to ask?"
Shara asked, figuring it was something minor; not, you know, the facts of Viera birth and such. But that was what Marche was after, all right.
"Ah... yes, well... um... see..."
Marche's cheeks turned slightly red; he himself was becoming flustered. Shara was even more amused by this turn of events, but she was curious as well; something was up. Marche took a deep breath, he tried to calm himself; he went through his question in his head, hoping it would make it to his lips and beyond. After a few moments the young blond boy nodded to himself and looked at Shara, square in the eyes.
"Ritz and I were curious... and we hope you don't mind, or think us weird, but... where, exactly do... Viera come from?"
Finally the question was out. Marche felt proud of himself, Ritz looked up in shock that he had actually asked the question. Shara was taken aback, her face showing a bit of surprise. These two children had just asked her how Viera reproduced. Moments wore on, Marche grew nervous while Ritz went through Shara's reaction in her own head; she assumed the Viera would be offended and walk away after calling them sick little freaks.
Instead, Shara laughed. She laughed hard; Marche backed away a bit, thinking the Viera crazy. Even Ritz was shocked at the reaction. Upon seeing their reactions, Shara calmed herself, wiping a tear from an eye; that was a good laugh she just had.
"Well, you see... little Viera come from their mothers."
Marche blinked, Ritz blinked; Shara smiled.
"... So there... are male Viera?"
Marche asked, puzzled. Shara shook her head.
"Nope. Viera are all female."
Marche was... more than confused, to say the least. Ritz, though, rushed up beside her blond companion, then pressed the issue;
"But how? I mean, if there aren't any males, then how can you have children? I thought you needed a man to... to..."
Ritz fell silent, her face turned red once more. Marche began to try and figure out how a female only population could reproduce; the things that came to mind made him shudder in abject horror. Shara cocked her head to the side, then straightened it back up.
"Well, you see Viera do need men. It's just that we... you know... can mate with other species."
It was all perfectly normal and rational to Shara, but to Marche and Ritz it was almost as though she were speaking some other language. Possibly Spanish.
"You... mate with... other species..."
Marche said with hesitation, Ritz had a look of confusion in her eyes.
"But... why? What happened to all the males?"
"We never had them?"
The was the best thing Shara could come up with. This only further confused Ritz.
"Okay, so... Viera mate with others, and that's where they come from. But... do you only give birth to Viera?"
Marche was trying to piece it together, and Shara nodded;
"It all makes sense when you think about it."
Ritz was all manner of confused by this point; it made no sense to her.
"How does this even begin to make any sense?! You... you're all women who have to mate with men of other species to make babies! Where did you all come from to start with?! Why were you made to make babies with other species?!"
Ritz was all worked up, Marche took a few steps away from his companion. Shara blinked and pondered for a moment.
"Well, you see... it all started with a tree..."
Ritz's face turned pale.
"What?"
"A tree. Exodus, to be exact. It started this whole thing."
Shara replied, causing Ritz to furrow her brow. Marche was the one confused now; Ritz was just frustrated.
"S-so... Exodus gave birth to the first Viera... who then in turn... made babies with other species..."
Marche mumbled, Shara nodded again;
"Pretty much."
Ritz rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head.
"This world makes no sense at all. Now... I'm just gonna... go lay down for a bit."
Ritz turned and walked off, leaving Marche and Shara alone. Shara chuckled slightly;
"I think I broke her brain."
Marche could only nod in agreement.
Buterching The Prey
Even though this wasn't his first time, the Soul Reaper was still nervous; every time a Hollow appeared there was danger. No matter how many times one had slain the beasts, there was always a chance that one would get you. In the academy they taught them to attack from behind; many Soul Reapers in the current day and age seemed to ignore that, but he didn't.
He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.
This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.
It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.
The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.
Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.
Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.
Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.
The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...
The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.
Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.
"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."
The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.
"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."
The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...
"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"
The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.
"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"
The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.
"Such a kind offer... fine then!"
The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.
"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."
The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.
"No."
The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.
"You... you monster! Why?!"
The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.
"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"
The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.
"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."
Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.
"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"
The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.
"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"
The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.
Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.
Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.
Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.
The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.
It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.
He'd seen many of his friends and classmates eaten by Hollows because they decided to run head long into the jaws of the masked demons, so sure of their skill with the blade. But he had always done what he was taught; attack from behind, go for the swift kill. No showing off, no bravado; purify the monster and move on to the next.
This strategy had kept him alive for well over a hundred years now, and tonight was no different. The Hollow was a large one, its form irregular; it seemed almost like a blob. The mask seemed to wrap around the whole of its mostly shapeless mass; this one might be a bit difficult. Still, the Reaper clutched the hilt of his blade tightly as he watched it from a rooftop, his Spiritual Pressure pushed down as low as he could possibly force it to.
It was a little trick he'd picked up from years of fighting. But he'd been told he was a true master at it; younger Reapers and even seated officers would ask for some tips now and again.
The Soul Reaper shook his head; such thoughts were a distraction to the mission. The Hollow seemed to have not noticed him; all he needed now was the perfect time to leap down and slay the monster. He could feel a wondering Plus nearby; that would be the time to strike, when the Hollow went to feed. With luck he'd be able to purify the Hollow, then send the Plus off to Soul Society without having to do too much running around.
Sensing its prey nearby, the Hollow began to move with amazing speed; it was almost like a steamroller, crushing everything in its path. As it moved it wailed; that sound never left the Reapers nightmares. It was horrific, and if it was bad for him, a seasoned pro it would be even worse for the Plus that was soon going to be made a meal of if he didn't attack.
Quickly then he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, giving chase as the beast plowed over lamp posts and cars; the Plus was close now. Likely frozen in terror at the sound.
Perching on the edge of a roof, he watched as the Hollow came close to the Plus; he could see it clear as day. A little boy that had a strong spirit, his death was likely caused by a Hollow. Maybe this one; it could be returning to finish the job. But the Soul reaper wouldn't allow that to happen, it was his sworn duty to defend souls from the monsters that sought to eat them.
The little boy, he looked up at the Hollow with wide eyes; the shock was too much. It was as a nightmare, seeing this huge monster come toward him... and the wail...
The Soul Reaper jumped from the roof toward the Hollow, with any luck it would take only one strike. The Hollow, however, launched a tentacle as he grew close; it hit the Reaper dead on in the chest. With a cry, the tentacle gripped his body and slammed the Reaper into the hard concrete below, causing a spray of blood from his mouth to fly as he screamed in immense pain.
Every bone in his body felt like it had broken; such was likely the case. The Hollow, it held the broken Soul Reaper tightly as it quickly launched tentacled at the child, preventing him from running. Like a deer in headlights, though, the boy didn't move; no sound came from his mouth. The Soul Reaper tried to slash at the Hollow's tentacle, but his wounded body coupled with a tight squeeze from the monster put an end to that.
"You thought you were so smart, Soul Reaper."
The Hollow spoke with a raspy voice; the blob like form shifted, and its entire body seemed to rotate... or rather, the mask seemed to spin around so it was facing him.
"Trying to sneak around like that; you thought yourself clever. But even if your suppressed your power, you forgot that wonderful smell of yours. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would make your move... so that's why I went after this little snack."
The Soul Reaper was confused; smell? He'd never heard anything about smell; he assumed Hollows found his kind through their Spiritual Pressure, not scent! Or maybe this one was different...
"Now, Soul reaper; watch as I eat this little appetizer!"
The beast rasped as it lifted the Plus high into the air. The mask shifted again, only this time appearing at the top of the blob like form, mouth wide open. The little Plus didn't make a sound, he didn't cry; it was as though he were broken, dead to the world.
"N-no! Let the kid go! Eat me instead!"
The Reaper spat out finally; the Hollow laughed.
"Such a kind offer... fine then!"
The beast wailed as the tentacle that held the Soul Reaper instantly separated into multiple sections, each becoming a tentacle in its own right. Quickly they moved on his body, wrapping around a limb, his neck and his torso, right above his stomach.
"Just... promise... you'll let the kid go."
The Reaper pleaded. The Hollow, it looked up at him... and then it smiled. It was a horrific sight; a Hollow smile. It was so unnatural, the way the mask contorted to allow for such a thing to happen. It almost turned his stomach.
"No."
The beast spoke with finality as its tentacles released the Plus. The Reaper could only watch as the small soul vanished into the mouth of the monster; the sound of bones crunching sent a shiver down his spine.
"You... you monster! Why?!"
The Reaper screamed, the Hollow only laughed... and then with a pull the Reapers right arm was torn from his body. Screaming in abject horror, the Reaper nearly passed out from the sudden blood loss.
"You idiot! You should have known better than to expect mercy from us!"
The Hollow roared with laughter, mocking the stupidity of the man as he turned pale from blood loss as it tossed the limb into its mouth, then began to chew slowly. The monster moaned in bliss as the bones snapped and were turned to a fine mush along with the rest of his limb.
"My, so delicious. I haven't had your kind in, oh... a decade or so now."
Slowly, the Hollow began to rip a leg from the Reapers body; this one was slower than the arm. He could feel his muscles being torn, the pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Blood ran down the beasts tentacle as the flesh ripped, sinew snapping as the limb came free from the body. It flew into the beasts mouth to be chewed slowly; the monster moaned again at the sweet taste of the Reapers flesh.
"Does it hurt? I bet it does, the way you were screaming!"
The Hollow rasped and laughed again, enjoying the sadistic brutalization of its prey. The Soul Reaper couldn't speak, the pain and trauma had sent him into a deep shock. The Hollow wailed and shook its prey; blood splattered across buildings and road alike.
"What's wrong, Soul Reaper? Nothing to say? Well then... let's just see how many more pieces it takes for you to say something!"
The sadistic monster pulled at the remaining limbs of the Soul Reaper, doing to them what had been done to the leg. The sinew shredded as the blood flowed, the muscles and flesh ripped; the limbs came off, leaving the Reaper with nothing more than a head and torso. But he didn't scream; rather, he couldn't scream. The monster was denied that further pleasure, but it still had the flesh to eat.
Just as the limbs were in the mouth of the Hollow, the tentacle around the torso of the Reaper tightened. Blood poured from his mouth, any rib that wasn't broken before was crushed. From the sheer pressure the Reapers flesh tore, everything under the grip of the tentacle was crushed; blood and organs oozed around it.
Slowly, his body was split in half, the only thing holding him together was his spinal column. Another tentacle grabbed hold of his lower body and ripped it from his torso. The Hollow held it above his mouth and turned it over, a smaller tentacle split and reached into the blood mess. It fished out the intestines of the Reaper, then pulled it to its mouth; like spaghetti it sucked them from the blood stump, his blood the perfect sauce.
Once the intestines were done, the Hollow dropped the lower body into its mouth, savoring the flavor. Knowing the Reaper to be dead, the Hollow wailed once more; with a swift tug the head came off, the upper torso falling into the monsters mouth, only to be chewed and swallowed with a moan.
The head was all that was left of the Reaper now, but instead of eating it, the beast had another plan. A tentacle flew out from the blob like form and grabbed hold of the Reapers sword. Lifting it up to the head, it drown the blade into his neck, impaling it. With a laugh the Hollow threw the gruesome present for his comrades to the ground as it fled the scene of its meal.
It would need time to digest, after all... before the next hunt.
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