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I have been posting a series of short stories inspired by some excellent images done by Snapshotz3d in this series;

https://www.renderotica.com/gallery/shorturl/593423/The-Gorgon-s-Pool-01-10?page=4&artistname=snapshotz3d&galconf=1

 

 I suggest checking them all out, it’s beautiful work.


However,the only response I have been getting was from the artist, which is something, but the total lack of ratings and other comments makes me wonder if its all just junk, or what.

If anyone can give me any critical thoughts , the reactions will tell me if I should continue with this.

 

Thanks!




ONE; Leetah


Leetah remembered the sensation of a whirlpool, as if she was part of the flow of water or a bit of flotsam being pulled to a hollow center, and then down into darkness.


She thought she must have wept at the time because she would start to weep afterwards whenever she recalled it. Leetah had been in a better place, but this was all she recalled of the afterlife… an indescribable paradise. Trying to remember it with a mind of fleshy matter would always be like trying to hammer a square get into a round hole. Perhaps it was better to forget, let amnesia be a mercy from her Gods that would be in effect until she could return to them. But she would have to be careful not to be too eager to return, the only way back was for her to die.


Leetah knew instinctively that suicide was not something that would see her welcomed back into an enjoyable place to be.




Her fist physical sensations were of vibrations, terrible ones that she felt would shake her to pieces, Her body was horribly stiff, and with searing terror she remembered her death. There was nothing more brittle than stone, and it felt as if she would shatter under the terrible vibrations raking her entire body. The question was; how could she feel anything if she was still stone, and why should she even be here in it now?


Then the real pain hit her.


It exploded in agonizing waves, and from every cell in her. Even her hair seemed to burn with it. Her soul and body sang with a scream that deafened her when she could finally let it go, and at that instant she passed out. It was a blackness that her mind had not had to endure for a millennia that she slowly, oh so slowly, returned from in such tiny steps that she barely noticed when it began. Leetah could breath again, she could feel her heart beating and she could feel that she was being held, somehow. Not magically, but in someone’s (something’s) hands? Her skin…. her own skin!… was luxuriating in the feeling of having been stroked and massaged by someone that knew what they were doing.


Even more enjoyably, she felt herself being laid on a pallet of some kind, her arms and legs falling wide while warm hands (paws?) rolled over her breasts. She had always liked her breasts, full and firm, and so had many of the people she had known in life. Leetah new many kinds of touch, this was one of the better ones; a firm yet careful touch that sought to stimulate rather than abuse or take pleasure from her in some heavy-handed way.


‘heavy handed’? She had to smile at her own thoughts. She had never been very sophisticated in her own mind, but she had never had to be. Being honest and earnest had always served her, and those around her,very well. What else truly mattered?


She was about to try to open her eyes when she felt something lovely; a mouth at her crotch wafting warm air over her sex, and then a tongue darting all over, and then into, her sex. She moaned, and in that moment she decided that what ever place she was in, she liked being there. It may have seemed incredible, even to her, that she could feel so good so soon after experiencing pain like nothing else she had ever thought possible, and yet that was just the sort of girl she had always been. It was not that she had forgotten the pain, she doubted she ever could even if she lived for ten centuries. However, if Leetah had one outstanding trait, it was her unwillingness to indulge in self-pity. Wild animals never showed such foolishness, so why should she? And this tongue was doing such wonderful things for her, it would just be rude for her not to live in the moment that someone was making for her.


Leetah sighed in a way that should have been lusty, but her mouth was so dry that it came out wrong, as if she was dying of thirst. By some minor miracle, a water-flask was hovering hear her face, and she drank it dry


Hovering,,,,? Ah, yes, that meant magic.


Leetah was not surprised that there was magic here, but as she opened her eyes she could see very little. Just the flask drifting away after she drained it, and an indistinct ceiling. She could not make it out until its very irregularity told her it was the roof of a cavern. It was also at that moment that her fully awakened pussy felt what was probing her was not the sort of tongue she was familiar with.


It was a forked tongue!





With a yelp and a whine, she tried to sit up, and looked at the creature between her legs. Even in the dim light, she could clearly see that this master of touch and oral sex was more Dragon than any kind of Man.


Their eyes met, instead of of a scream Leetah let out a mewling sound that quickly became a high-pitched whine. The Dragon-Man prolonged this by pinching her clit between two of his teeth, and humming.


Danger and helplessness can intensify the female orgasm to almost painful heights, and Leetah was stunned by her own body’s reaction. She peaked almost instantly, and the Dragon man did not let up until she was drenched in sweat and laying sprawled and panting on the pallet. The pain she had felt at the moment of her re-birth was not merely gone, but exorcised by the flood of pleasure that coursed through her for so long that Letah could not tell if it had been moments or hours that she had been hitting one peak after another. That long, flexible tongue had never pulled out, and it could tickle her insides in two different ways at once.


Once he eased up, he let her push his tongue out and used it to lick her throbbing clit, and the rest of her as well. Leetah had never understood the concept of willing slavery until that moment, and she had endured wearing two different slave collars. This creature, be he man or monster, had mastered her body at just the right time and done a better job of it than anyone she had known before. While still in the haze of her after-shocks, she accepted her new place in the world. She was his from now on, no matter who he was or what he wanted. She might forgive him for taking her out of Paradise, but something made her doubt it had been his own doing. Even if he had, whatever he had done to get her back must have required something tremendous, some great sacrifice or maybe a transcendental triumph of willpower.


Why anyone would bother to do such a thing for her was a question she could not face, not yet.


A simple girl at heart, Leetah could not say what she meant, but as he rose up, becoming larger and more Dragon-like and less Man-like before her eyes, and his erection rubbed over her puffy nether-lips, she smiled up at him. It was the sort of smile that said “yes” to anything, and everything. She spread her legs, angled her hips to accept him, and lifted her hands to touch him.





That was when she noticed the cuffs around her wrists.


They were light, not made of any metal or ivory that she knew of, and they sparkled with some sort of luminous jewels. By reflex, she felt at her neck, and there was a collar there as well, and if felt as if it was made of the same material and adorned with bumps that were probably more jewels. She had returned to the world of the living as a slave, apparently. Her action surprised even Leetah, but she shrugged and smiled up at the Dragon, as if to say; Yeah? Okay, no problem.


The young woman had no experience reading a Dragon’s facial expressions, but she found that she was encouraged by what she saw. The eyes were inhuman and luminous, but much warmer and less frightening than any tale had ever told of. His gaze reminded her of looking into the embers of a fire as it cooled. He seemed surprised and a more than a little curious about her. No, more than that, and it took her breath away to see that he was concerned about her.


That did not stop him from mounting her.


He entered her with the same care and skill that he had shown her before, and took his time about it. Leetah was glad for that, he felt as large as her own fist and fore-arm, but with all the preparation she was able to accept him, even as he continued to grow in size from very large man to Crocodilian proportions. He mercifully stopped at that size (she would later learn that the Dragon had only grown large enough that his wings could support her weight in flight), while his member actually became the size it had only felt like when he first began.


In the strangest twist yet, once he was fully inside her, he stopped and did not move at all. She was glad for the chance to adjust to him, relaxing herself as much as she could and bracing herself for the hardest fucking of her young life, but it did not come. She looked up at him, forcing herself to stop panting and wondering if he thought there was something wrong with her. Instead of moving at all, he looked down at her, still concerned about something, as if he thought he was harming her. She opened her mouth to encourage him, and then Leetah could feel his voice inside her mind;


“Hello, precious one. Do you remember…. yourself?”


She almost fainted. This was proof that he DID know what she had endured, and sex was his way of helping her deal with it. There were a thousands questions she could have asked him, but all that came out was a nod and the words; “I am Leetah.”


“How do you feel, my little treasure?”


Leetah said the only thing that came to her mind at this point; “Wonderful. Thank you!”


“Thank… me?” Now Leetah sensed yet another strange thing; he was a little chagrined at what she had just said to him. Why? How? Weren’t Dragons supposed to be arrogant and proud to a fault?


He was also not moving inside her yet. She asked breathlessly; “What is wrong?”


“Nothing about you, Leetah-Lovely one. There are things that must be explained to you. Now that the moment is here…. I am sorry, but I find that I don’t have the words.”


Whatever it was, it must be bad, very bad, and Leetah felt herself contract around him. The Dragon winced, and a sigh came out of him that sounded almost like the sound a Horse might make, yet deeper and with more meaning. “Sorry.” She really was not, Leetah’s natural passion and impatience were both starting to rise. She glanced at one of the cuffs, and that was all it took for him to explain;


“Those are a part of the apparatus that brought you back. I will remove them as soon as I can find someone that understands them.” Leetah wanted to ask what he meant, but at second glance she saw that the gems were not gems at all. They were not reflecting light, they were glowing, and blinking randomly at her. “As you see, things are different now. As far as I can tell, you have been gone from here between one and two millennia.”


This was both bad new, and a relief. Leetah’s loved ones, and even her most vague acquaintances, were all dead and gone. They could not help her now, but whatever was wrong could not be their problem now. Whatever it was, she sensed it was something that had the power to hurt anyone, even this Dragon.





Sensing her thoughts, the Dragon continued; “I must show you. We shall fly, but you must hang on tightly. I may have to fly hard to escape, or even fight at any moment. Wrap your legs around me as tightly as you can, and grab me here….” He guided her hands to where she could get a firm grip on him.


Leetah was mortified for a handful of heartbeats. “Is THAT why you are …. inside me?!” What she had taken for sex was a way to secure her body to his? But…. but…. she was a hottie! A good catch, and not in the way a hooked fish was! An instant later she regretted that outburst. This time there was no mistaking the Dragon wincing. “I’m sorry, that’s so stupid of me! Please forgive me.”


“Of course, and all things in their time, I assure you. Ah, and since we are so intimately joined, I am called Merrin.” And after a moment of hesitation, he added; “Mekratrig Kirin.”


Leetah gasped, and on impulse she tried to kiss his fanged mouth. Then she recalled her lore, and nuzzled his throat instead.


This Dragon, Merrin, had just given her his True Name!


Testing her Lore to its limits, she attempted to speak into his mind with a thought. "Is this love?” she asked timidly, and then gasped. That was NOT what she had meant to ask, but in this manner of communicating, it was all honest and pure, as well as brutally honest. She would have to be careful at first….. NO! Leetah scolded herself, had she not already decided that she was his, before she had even seen his face? Yes, THAT was reality, and she would hold true to that.


“I am honored.” Merrin responded to thoughts that Leetah had assumed were only in her head. “And in answer to your question; I don’t know, but I sincerely hope that it is.”


His answer both warmed her heart, and chilled her bones. This Dragon was so brave to admit such things, certainly not the sort of vainglorious beast that Lore warned about ‘Oh Gods’ she was not thinking at that point, but praying, ‘please let me be worthy of this’. And a moment later, she looked him in the eyes and nodded to him. “Show me.”


It was easier than she feared it might be to hang on to him, and much less painful down below. Leetah braced herself, knowing that flying would be harder and far more dangerous. Before they had left the cave, Merrin was speaking to her again;


“The Gorgon is long-dead, you need have no fear of her. You and the rest of the victims stayed in place for centuries, forgotten, until that place as re-discovered and you all became curiosities…. for a brief while. Briefly, because as soon they heard of you, you all were claimed by the Zhrau.”


The fear and loathing that Merrin put into that word took her breath away. Leetah had never heard of such a people before, so she asked; “Who?”


“They came through Gates, and from above, at the same time.” He paused at the entrance of the cavern, a fine-shrouded hole in the face of a small cliff. “Brace yourself, dear Leetah.”


She knew he was not only speaking of her grip on him.





The rush of cool air was refreshing rather than chilling. It felt good, and gave her the nerve to take a good look around. She had been in an equatorial region, hot but not oppressively so thanks to the altitude. This first thing Leetah noticed was that she was still in familiar territory, Leetah thought she could have named this very place, if the condition of it had not been so alien to her. There were still some forests and rolling hills, that much was the same, but the differences were vast and incomprehensible.


Whole hills had bene torn away, stretches of forest many times the size of any city she knew of had been razed, and replaced by things she had no words for. It was night-time, saving her from the worst of it, but there was enough moonlight to show her more than enough. Lights from buildings and things moving down roads of stone …. or something like it …. showed her more than enough. The land was being crushed under the weight of things she could not understand. Machines? Living machines, and buildings made of metal, of all things?!?


“The Zhrau came, and did this. Leetah, we are conquered, defeated, we are… occupied.”


As amazing as it was to hear a Dragon refer to himself and all the little folk of the world as ‘we’, Leetah’s mind still fought for a way to frame what she was seeing. “But we can fight back, right? These Zhrau, what are thier numbers, thier limits? What lands have they taken, how big is this problem?”


“Lands?” Merrin was non-plussed for a moment. Then he sighed again. “ALL lands, dear one. This is the whole world now. I have to ask you to look up.”


Looking up seemed foolish to her, and a little like breaking a taboo. What flew higher than a Dragon? However, her Merrin had asked her to, so she did, and as soon as she did, she clung to Merrin so hard that all of her muscles bunched up, even the ones in her ass. Leetah hugged the Dragon, and began to work her sex over his shaft out of sheer desperation, to lose herself in something familiar and understandable, something warm and real.


There was a new star in the sky, larger and brighter than the rest. She was able to pick it out because it was moving, and Leetah sensed that it was moving of it’s own accord. Cruising about over their world like some gaudy Overlord, and an affront to the Gods, it horrified Leetah, yet is also offended her for no reason that she could understand at the time.


And, it was not alone.


One hundred leagues away, another building had been erected, one that she could see clearly because it was at least five times as tall as it was far away. The base was impossibly thin, the top mushroomed out into something the size of a large city. It was illuminated and from this distance Leetah could not make out any details. She did not need to, the message the simple fact of it’s existence was clear;


This is the abode of your Overlords, and we are watching you.

Hey AnchorSteam! I was going to send you a private message, but decided to post it here in case others could benefit as well.

These stories are fucking fire! I honestly mean that: these are perfect setup stories, an amazing prologue to both who the protagonists and antagonists in the story are. It lays out their understanding of their desires, their beliefs, and their wants wonderfully. Leetah was a slave - at least twice before - and is now an outsider in a world she once knew. Where very few things are like she knew. Dragons cowed? What the hell?! Merrin wants her. In multiple ways. Why? We don't know yet. Maybe he still has a sliver of pride. Sexually owning someone gives his an edge. But why her? She almost seems like a means to an ends, but who can truly know the mind and machinations of a dragon? Rakmon is a nefarious scientist, and obviously loathes Ahktikmacht. He wants to continue his race on his terms. Ahktikmacht is aloof, but interested. Rakmon is obviously the true antagonist.

If I may say, especially considering it's on a site like 'rotica, the hardcore sex parts of your story slightly detract from the narrative you're trying to tell. This is interesting, on a level above sheer lust and sexual want, as a science fiction/medival fantasy adventure. I'd honestly like to read a book (or series) set in a world like this. I'm kinda involved on what comes next.

Criticisms: It relies a bit to heavily on sex in the first story to make it grow, especially because it feels like you're tailoring it to to 'rotica's audience. This is a wide-picture release. If you want it here, WAY too long. I've found between 400-700 words are the sweet spot. When people stop caring about the story in favor of the wank and vice-versa. Third, where are your stories located? I've looked on snapshotz3d pictures and haven't seen them. I've also looked on if you had a blog on this site and haven't found them.

It's extremely hard to get views and comments on a 9 month old series. Especially as someone other than the artist. You've done EXCELLENT work, and you should be proud of that fact. Kudos to you, keep going.

THREE ; Merrin & Leetah

 

The rest of that night passed in a way that took both of them by surprise, even as it was happening.  It would have been impossible for anyone to believe had they not been there to see it happen, and there was not.

…. as far as the lovers knew at the time.

 

Merrin knew he had shown her too much once Leetah began franticly humping him in mid-air. He took her straight back to the cavern and made himself smaller and more flexible to complete their union in a way that would not harm Leetah. He peaked as quickly as she did, and while Leetah passed out right after, Merrin’s climax was not terribly satisfying. The danger they were still in was too distracting.

This dragon’s ability to shape-shift was so well-developed that he could make his wings vanish and his tail as bendy as he wished. He used his tail to wrap around them both, and hold Leetah to his belly as he retrieved a satchel and plunged deeper into the cavern network, deeper than any Zhrau would dare to follow,  far beyond the point where any drone could be controlled.

Climbing or trotting along on all fours without the aid of his tail was an annoyance, but Merrin was more annoyed at himself at that point, and wondering how he could un-do any damage he had done to this girl.  *no* he corrected his thoughts, *your woman, that is how she thinks of herself and you’d damn well better think so to!*  He was her lifeline, a fact born out by the fact that her pussy had not let go of his cock yet, even as it softened and he stayed in motion for the better part of an hour.

Telepathy was a gift that came at a price; a certain amount of empathy was always involved.

Concern for mortals had made him something of an outcast among Dragons, and saved his life when the last Great Conclave was “nuked”, as the Zhrau put it. Now, barely an adult as Dragons used to see things, he was one of the elders among his kind, and it had taken all his persuasion to get himself included in the ambush that had liberated the women of stone. In fact, given the unexpected resistance the Zhrau had put up, Merrin doubted the raid could have succeeded without his mentalist powers.

 

 

Merrin arrived at a section of tunnels that looked like any other, and reached up to tap out a pattern on a Glyph in the ceiling. Then he stepped through and illusory wall of basalt and into a chamber that had been prepared ahead of time.

This place was lit by a lantern of flawed glass designed to hide the magic that it held. Another bit of magic powered the spring providing clear water in the far corner, which fell into a pool and then drained away down a small fissure in the floor. There were also chests filled with needed things, and a luxurious pile of unused furs in the middle of the room. Merrin went straight there, and covered Leetah’s unconscious body with his own as he pondered what to do next.

He should never have allowed her to see the Beanstalk, that monstrous thing was meant to crush resistance and it might have done that very thing to this young woman, and he had already sent out a psychic broadcast to the others warning them about that. He had been thinking too much like a Dragon.

So, what to do now?

He unwrapped his tail, sat up and looked down at his naked prize in good light for the first time. She had been passive all the way down, but his pulling back even a few inches made her restless, pouty, but her eyes still stayed closed even as her vulva rippled, trying to tug his cock deeper inside her

Leetah had skin like honey, a mass of auburn hair that was coming undone from the complicated styling job that had wrapped it around the top of her head a millennia ago. Her face was “cute” with a little button-nose and full lips … but the set of her jaw hinted at inner strength.

Merrin could not see more, and he refused to probe the mind of the unconscious woman. The problem, was, he was seeing her with a Dragon’s eyes, one such as her was supposed to look like a nice lunch to his breed, so he gradually assumed the form of a human male, the one that came naturally to him. What he did worked more fully than Merrin himself was prepared for….

 

Leetah came back to herself when she sensed that HE might be parting from  her. Even his reassuring cock felt smaller, and she used her slave-trained muscles to get a better grip on him. As soon as she could make them move, she threw her arms & legs around him, and found a human body instead of the Dragon! Her eyes flew open and she saw him; a rawboned man in his 30s with a flowing mustache and a body made of sinew and heavy bones and eyes that…. were just the same as her Dragon!

She wept as she shook off her moment of doubt, smiling from ear to ear, and then yelping with joy felt his erection spring to life within her.

Merrin was seeing Leetah for the first time in good light, and in a way that he could truly appreciate. Treasure indeed!

 

They made love for the next 12 hours, with many breaks for food and liquid refreshment, or to bathe, or to turn the very messy furs over to replace them with fresh ones. During the whole time their bodies were in constant contact, even during Leetah’s brief naps. The naps were brief because she did not like the visions her mind was processing. Once the dream was so frightful that she peed in their bedding. Leetah never knew it because Merrin had already cleaned her up and tossed that fur away before she woke.

The sex went from being frantic and wild at first, to a more relaxed exploration of each other as the hours passed. Even so, Leetah found that Merrin sometimes lost his concentration, as he had in the cavern far above, and partly morphed towards his Dragon shape and size.  Leetah proved her inner-self was as lovely as her outer form when she took this as a compliment. Instead of wailing in terror, she gazed up at him in wonder, or giggled, thrilled that a common girl like her (she still saw herself this way) could make a being such as Merrin loose himself in her.

Leetah even asked him to transform while he was in her mouth, so that she could see, as well as feel, the difference it made in his astoundingly active cock.  She decided she liked what she saw, and was not shy about letting him know.

Merrin found himself responding over and over again to her, taking his time and learning to play her body like a fine instrument. He could be carried away with his passions too, and forceful. Once he underwent a partial transformation deliberately, and filled Leetah three ways at this same time with cock, tail and tongue.

For her part, Leetah did not feel worn-out or “dry” at all until the very end, and took an active part the whole time. Merrin would never forget the first time she convened him to let her be on top, and how she reared up and wriggled like a belly-dancer with him deep inside her. She made a fine sight, arms waving in the air and with her hair free and tumbling down to her hips, breasts leaping and dancing with her moves unless Merrin’s hands were on them. Leetah’s skin flushed in waves as she climaxed, and even as the orgasms shook her she never stopped working his cock until Merrin came too. Empty balls or no, his peak nearly made the Dragon pass out, and left him cross-eyed and gasping for air.

 

The passage of time meant nothing to them, indeed there was no sign of it in their burrow deep in the mantle of the world. Leetah lay sprawled out with her head on Merrin’s shoulder, ready for a third bath but not ready to break contact with Merrin just yet. Her labia was not just aching, but pluffy and tender like never before, she even seemed to be such a hot shade of pink that her sex was helping to light up the room. Leetah giggled softly; if they had to run any time soon her man would have to carry her. It wasn’t such a bad ache, not at all, and the pleasant ache was also there in her ass, her breasts felt a bit raw and swollen, perhaps half a cup-size larger for the moment, and even her jaw felt stretched. Every muscle in her body felt used, every joint a little out of shape,  and her throbbing nipples felt as big as her own thumbs.

She’d never felt better in her life.

Leetah rolled into Merrin’s prone body to tell him so, and saw that his gaze was distant and his face was slack. An eye-blink later she understood that he was in communion with other mentalists. An instant later, being the sort of girl she was, Leetah decided to help him.

Leetah put her forehead to his temple and whispered; “Mekratrig Kirin, allow me to serve you.”

The wordless Hurricane of psychic communication swept her up instantly.

Leetah became aware that Merrin had been in contact with his allies at the start, back at the upper cavern. She had been the first to awaken, unexpectedly and with none of the experts that should have been there to help. Merrin had taken her revival into his own hands, and relayed his success to the others the only way he could. That was all fine and good, Leetah would not have hesitated to give her blessing to anything that could help others like her. However-

The link had never been completely severed, and for half a day they had been …. observable… to a good many minds.

Merrin’s status in the Resistance was not damaged by this, if anything there was admiration for him on several levels out there, they seemed to think something miraculous had happened as a side-effect of the re-vivification process. Merrin was having none of it *stop with that, I know that seven or eight times might seem - *

*eleven* a subdued voice corrected him.

*…. *

That stunned both Merrin and Leetah into silence, But there were other questions.

Would this technique work with all the rest? How could we tell? Would the extra treatment be required if the Beanstalk and other things were not revealed? What sort of spells were involved? And as soon as they were aware of Leetah another question was asked; Has Leetah been damaged or dominated somehow?

Leetah pounced on that line of inquiry with indignant fury; *my love would NEVER do harm to my body or my mind so stop offending us*

Not ‘my master’ or ‘my man’ or anything else like that. Even as she completed the thought, she wondered if it cam across as ‘my one true love’ which would have been true enough, and perhaps a fresh humiliation to pile on top of all the rest. Clearly, she was out of her depth here.

Merrin simply added; *you have all was mine to send you, and more besides, good luck and try not to be too dogmatic* before he severed the link firmly, and even erected a mental wall around the chamber to give them the one sort of privacy they had been lacking.

The link between them remained; *some of them are going to mock you as they would a star-struck child*

*fine by me* Leetah sent back. *as long as they are not mocking you I don’t care what they think*

Merrin gave her a deep, soulful kiss, something he had become very good at in the previous hours. Soon he was smiling into the kiss, and then laughed softly. “eleven” he muttered, to himself as well as to Leetah.

This was just one more thing outside Leetah’s understanding, but this time it was a GOOD thing and she clung to it the way she had been clinging to Merrin since her re-birth. “Carry me to the bath, please, love?”

“My pleasure, love.”

In the cooling waters they washed and massaged each other’s bodies, kissing and stroking each other well past the point where Leetah had been alive for 14 hours. They decided that what had happened between them might be a mystery, but if it was it was an entirely natural one, and not something to be obsessed about. They had a shared life to get started on, a relationship, and what is a relationship but one long conversation?

Their’s was just beginning.

 

Their little marathon was indeed natural, the most natural thing of all. While is was a verifiable fact that Leetah had “clung” to Merrin out of a desperate need for something to anchor herself in the material world, and that his acceptance of her lead to love, there was another force at work in their union.

Deep in a secret, silent part of their minds, they already knew the truth.  Leetah was in season, Merrin had sensed this and made her well & truly Pregnant, fulfilling a soul-deep desire they had both had since getting their first good look at each other.

There was no mystery about any of it, from a Naturalist’s  point of view, or that of the Gods.

FIVE --  Mirabella , and Taras Kuldar

 

“Mirabella …  hello ….Mirabella? Can you hear me? Mirabella …. if you want to return, you must FIGHT for it!”

Lost in the haze of memories, this time of rainy mornings, Mirabella did not know if she wanted to at first. She felt herself slipping, as if she was on a horse that had lost it’s footing on an icy road, and it frightened her. Besides, who in the hell called her by her full name? It was always Mira because soldiers did not have time for more than that, or sometimes Bella in more friendly situations. And what right did this fellow with the voice of a Drill Instructor have to holler at her and pull her from a nice dream about …. what? What was it that had -

“Mirabella!” The voice was more strident this time, and it truly was pulling at her. “If you want to rejoin the battle, you must awaken and come to me! You are not a coward, are you?”

The rain turned to a violent storm, thunder crashed and it did not frighten Mirabella at all. Rather, it suited her mood perfectly. Battle was her way of life, and if this man with the gruff voice dared to question her willingness to return to it, she would rush him and show him a thing or two about what real warriors were all about.

PAIN. It smote her,  white-hot agony, excruciating and everywhere at once. Mirabella might have retreated, the pain was so intense that she had no idea what the way back could even be! But that voice that sounded as if it was bellowing at her from inside a wine barrel never stoped calling, guiding her, and telling her what to do.  It offered the quickest way past the pain, and that was good enough for her!

True awareness flashed into her mind before the pain was truly over. Mirabella lost her grip on…. something…. and fell backwards.  She was caught by arms so strong they could have been carved from Ironwood, and whoever owned them eased her down until her wet ass hit the floor and she was half-sitting with her aching legs stretched out before her. Wet, because she was covered with sweat, and from the smell she had pissed herself as well. Had she also soiled herself? No, thank goodness, she didn’t smell any of that!

The cuffs around her ankles were something she saw without really noticing them.

Mirabella’s breath rasped in her throat as she was eased back into a reclining position, and a hairy hand pushed a full dipper of water to her lips. It wasn’t the best water in the world, a bit stagnant and no cooler than the air around her. She drank every drop and asked for “more?”

Two dippers later Mirabella felt more like herself again and scanning her surroundings. She was in some sort of Dungeon room, lit by torches here and there and barren of almost anything but dust and cobwebs. Not very deep in under dark then, nobody used torches where breathable air was precious. For all she knew she could be above ground on a dark night, in a room made of exceptionally large stones. She looked up, and saw her little shield dangling from a bit of twine. Why?

Oh, is that what she had lost her grip on? Must not have been much of a grip if the twine was still holding it.

She swallowed several times to prepare her mouth to speak, and felt a collar around her neck. That gave her a chill, and she turned to look at the man cradling her. At the moment she looked at him, he spoke with a voice that was even deeper, more powerful and resonant, than it had seemed when she was elsewhere.

“What do you remember-“

That was as far as he got before she rolled away and sprang to her feet. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her face flushed. Mirabella raised her fists and took a fighting stance. “You woke me only to collar me!  ME!. How dare you, you damned dirty ORC!”

The Orc, for indeed he was, calmly stood up, making a dusting motion at his lap as he did so. If he meant to taunt her that way, Mirabella was already too angry to care. His weapons harness was hanging on the far wall, and he wore no armor, which meant that she had a chance to win!

She flew at him as the Orc opened his mouth to speak, and landed a combination of kicks and punches that should have felled an ordinary man, or almost any Orc. They were the last hits she landed.

The Orc smiled through his little tusks and blocked her follow-on strikes with arms that were anything but little. He was quick, and getting quicker by the second! Her fists began to ache just from his blocks, and yet he did not strike back at her, other than an almost playful slap on her ass when a roundhouse kick went wide.

Mirabella knew she was out-classed, as incredible as that seemed to her, so why was this Orc toying with her? If he trying to wear her out before pouncing, he needn’t bother. The human woman had pushed herself too far, too soon after awakening. Mirabella was already breathing harder than she ought to after a minute of fisticuffs. She couldn’t allow herself to give in, not until the Orc caught her wrist and held it there, his murky red eyes meeting her own.

“Is it enough?” he asked, sounding more like a Drill Instructor than ever. He had not dropped his guard, patently waiting for her counter-move. Mirabella has been wrong, she’d never had any chance at all. So, instead, she spoke to gain enough time to get her wind back.

“How do you know my name?”

The Orc flicked a glance at her little shield, a buckler like hundreds of others. However, this one was special, it was her’s, so Mirabella had her name engraved on the inner side. Oh…. duh!

“It was why I chose you. I could only call you back if knew your name.”

“Back, from….?”

“The dead.”

Mirabella would have wilted then, fallen halfway to her knees, had his grip not remained strong enough to hold her in place. “Dead, the Medusa, I remember now… oh gods!”

“Yes, you went the the Medusa’s lair there knowing what lurked in that place, and had killed all those people?” She nodded, and the Orc went on; “But, there are no creases on your skin to indicate you were waering armor, or anything at all. Did you go to fight a Medusa naked, on a dare perhaps?”

At least his questions were letting her mind forge it’s way into the present. It also embarrassed her. Mirabella’s people made their home far to the north, in a colder area where clothes was the cultural norm. So normal that they continued to wear them in this region  whoever possible, even as they suffered with the sub-tropical heat. “No armor or anything else, just the buckler and my sword, dedicated to shift with me when I go into Ghost-form.”

The Orcs’s eyes went wide. “Enkanno? You? A Shadow-Warrior!” He smiled and began to relax, and also… was he preening, just a little bit?  “You are just what we needed, precious one! I must treat you well, and explain…. hrrmmm…. a great many things.”

Mirabella was not ready to strike back yet, and the Orc’s cool grip never slackened. To buy a little more time, she asked; “And who are you, aside from the strongest damned Orc I ever heard of!”

There was no imagining it, he actually was preening when he said “Taras Kuldar.”

Mirabella barked out a short laugh right into his face. This was the same thing as telling a Roman that Attila the Hun had been sighted coming down the road…. about 1,000 years after his death. “You say that as if you are him, the one, and not just named for warlord that caused the Time of Troubles.” He just nodded. “How?!”

“You really are in need of a good rest, lady, if you need to ask.” The Orc was speaking the Mannish tongue more smoothly than any Orc could have learned to do in just one lifetime, and Mirabella felt like an absolute moron when his red eyes took on a light of their own, and his fangs doubled in length, his mouth just inches from her trapped wrist.

Mirabella cringed. A veteran of a hundred battles, skirmishes and raids who could turn herself to mist form when she was at her best (certainly not now!) turned an even whiter shade of pale and could have been forgiven a much more extreme reaction, but something happened inside her that was, to someone like her, so much worse.

“Shit …. shit…. shit….. ah!” Panicked eyes looked back at Taras’s dreadful red ones, and yet this panic was not solely caused by him. She whined; “I can’t hold it!”

Taras instantly knew what she meant, and demonstrated his true speed and strength by swinging her around and placing her in a crouched position straddling a small trench that had been built into the stone flooring. It had been built centuries before, and for just this purpose.

When Mirabella had said “shit” she’d meant that literally. It was not exactly in the league of ‘explosive diarrhea’, but it was close. Her bowels voided their contents in a loud, messy and exhausting way that left Mirabella trembling and clinging to Taras. The sound she made was mortifying, Mirabella could hear the echoes of it going down the hallway. This was the supreme humiliation, and she had to cling to a Vampiric Orc to get through it because there was nothing else to grab!

Oh please, dear Gods, please let there be nobody to witness this but the most horrible Vampier that ever existed!

The fact that Taras was holding her too, gently, only added the crushing embarrassment. She had never imagined such intimate contact with anyone at such a degrading moment, and Mirabella was sincerely wishing that she could just DIE right then and there.

But curiously,  Taras did not even smirk. When she dared look at him, there was no mockery when he asked; “Done?”

“Yes.” she admitted, feeling and even sounding like a little girl.

“Hold on.” He said, shifted his grip with one hand and used the other to rip a handful of fabric out of his tunic. He used it to wipe her ass for her.

Mirabella’s skin crawled, and she was so baffled that she almost asked what he was doing. Taras seemed to know very well what he was doing, not being rough at all, and even wiping upwards to keep the mess away from her labia. What the hell, was he treating her like a pet? WHY?

She bit her lip when she looked at the Orc’s face again. Taras Kuldar, conqueror of half a continent in his day, looked as if he would very much rather be anywhere else, doing anything other than this. He tore a 2nd bit of cloth and repeated this task, even more carefully and completely this time. He caught her look, and rolled his eyes before she could question him; “My time as a mortal was an age of plagues, we did what we could for each other. Oh, and thanks so much for bringing THAT memory back to me!”

And instead of snorting in her face, as she had done to him, Taras winked at her.

Something broke in her at that moment. Instead of trying to kill or even resist this creature, she knew she had a debt to him. Undead as he was, with one foot in the world of the living and the other in place she had just come from, he had been able to bring her back here with a minimum of pain and psychic damage. Now he was caring for her in a moment of distress as he would have for any of his blood-brothers & sisters in wartime.

How could anyone with even a shred of honor ever hope to repay a debt like that?

 

Taras hauled Mirabella to her feet, and she did not resist at all as he backed her into a standing position against the wall. She even put her hands up, willingly grasping the hook overhead that she thought she would soon be chained to. After enduring the supreme humiliation, she felt so far beneath his undead Orc that there seemed to be only one place left for her in this world.  “I deserve to be a slave” she muttered to herself, too quietly for an Orc to hear, but not a Vampire.

Taras had wet another cloth and was using it to clean her sweat-covered skin. “In fact, that reminds me…. yes, I see now.”

Mirabella had never taken a good look at her cuffs and collar, and she barely had a chance now as Taras used his talons to unlock them all and hurl them unto the same stone trench that Mirabella had just…. used. It was certain that he never wanted to see them again, and hurled them hard enough to break them. “Those  were the devices used to turn your body of dead stone back into flesh. You did the rest yourself…. ah yes, with a little help from your’s truly.”

Taras stepped back to preform a little bow with an aristocratic flare, the first Vampire-like thing she had seen him do so far. It allowed her to get her first good look at him.

This Orc must have had a lot of something not-Orc in his bloodline. He stood tall, erect and proud, inches taller than Mirabella, and she was nearly tall enough to look a Centaur in the eyes. Or, the mouth to be more honest, but at any rate…. Taras wore a kilt of embossed leather and an embroidered tunic of some combination of silk & wool that had looked new until he began shredding it for her sake.  He also wore a sash of fine chain-mail that must have been enchanted to withstand the ages if it was his. This was where Orcs of his time and Clan had hung decorations symbolizing their victories. Mirabella was not ignorant of history and she could have learned much about him at that moment, but she could not get past one item in particular. Proudly displayed was a tiny skull that came from a Fairy Dragon.

The man (orc! she warned herself, he’s an orc and one of the undead!!) himself showed the scars of many battles and was missing the little finger of his left hand and half his right ear. His skin was a sort of grey-green that was not repulsive, becoming a Vampire must have smoothed out many imperfections, and his hair was red like blood. So were his fingernails, for those were what they were, not talons.   The red was distracting, and if not for those and his eyes, Mirabella thought that his coloring could have served as good camouflage, especially at night. His physique combined with his sheer presence made her acutely aware of her own femininity and how she was displayed to him. The feeling was not entirely unpleasant… and the woman’s head felt the prickly heat of violently conflicting emotions.

At any other time or place, it would have crushed her to feel herself aroused by an Orc, even one that could be called handsome in the roughest meaning of the word. Mirabella was already crushed, and the power & passion of the being before her put her at his mercy before he had to do anything aekse

The breath caught in her throat when she saw that was looking her over as well, and he liked what he saw.

Mirabella let her arms drop but did not use them to cover herself up.  Why? He had hugged her through the worst moment of her life. She would look like an idiot if she tried to shield herself with her hands, especially if he’d already seen how large her nipples had become.

A brave fighter in her previous life, the statuesque woman faced the Warlord of Legend and boldly asked; “Very well. So, will it be blood, or sex?”

Taras actually blinked at her sudden display of nerve, and then smiled at her with the kind of approval that Mirabella had never thought to see from anyone, ever again. “Well,” he drawled, “I was thinking… both!”

He as on her in a flash.

Mirabella’s arms went up to defend her throat, but Taras’s arms were already diving between her thighs and forcing them apart. Taras took a from grip on her buttocks, which felt as if they were suddenly in a pair of mechanical vises, then lifted and swung her away from the wall.

“Hey, whoa…. HEY!” was all Mirabella could say as she fell back, arms windmilling with her torso now parallel to the floor. She tried to close her legs, but Taras’s head shook back and forth to push them aside as his face pressed into her labia. “What the HELL, are you motor-boating my thighs?!” An instant later his large, strange and cold tongue speared past her labia and into her depths. Mirabella shouted, it felt dry against her nether lips, so it should have hurt her insides, but it didn’t. Taras sank into her like an arrow hitting mud. “Ah NO! No…. I’m that wet? Seriously?”

Taras nodded, she could feel it from the way his tongue worked the gates of her womanhood open, and the way his head rolled her thighs. Mirabella had to keep a tight grip on his head or else he’d have to grip her butt so tightly that she’s be badly bruised…. or simply topple backwards and hit the stone floor head-first.  Taras solved the problem by shifting one hand to the small of her back, palm up right at the center of her mass, and then started to massager her ass with the other hand. She relaxed her grip on his head and Taras’s mouth went into overdrive.

“Oh GODS, …. huhuu…. oh fuck….what are you…. gnnnh… DOING in there?”

A better question would have been; what wasn’t his tongue doing. That long, rough, terrifyingly alien tongue was everywhere at once, a tentacle that had been in many women and knew exactly how to play a woman, any woman. As long as it stayed inside her, it remained just cool enough to reminder her that she has a Vampire’s mouth right up against her pussy and making her dance in mid-air like a puppet.

But, why? Her whirling mind could still form thoughts, and this was was a real puzzler. If he wanted to play a dominance game, she was the one who should be between his legs sucking away for his pleasure…. OH!

She felt she had the answer when she felt his lips seal against her pussy lips, and began to apply suction to her womanhood. If this was how he wanted to drink from her body, well, who was she to question it?

Taras held her like that for a quarter of an hour, working her up to a peak so gradually that Mirabella wanted to beg  him to make her cum when he finally tipped her over the edge. Her flow was impressive, and he certainly did drink it all down, with relish, and with the lewdest sounds Mirabella had ever heard. She was making a fine spectacle, she knew, her body still in the air, arched backwards and twitching as Taras deftly manipulated her body with just his hands and his mouth.

The flow of sexual juices were even better than blood, certainly more tasty to him. It was like candy, and once he had her in an orgasmic state he kept her there for many more minutes, just to get his fill from her. Taras even spun about on one heel, whirling her around and round to make her head spin even more, her arms and hair swung outwards gasped and twitched at his command. Mirabella was glad she had such short hair, if it was any longer, half of it could have wound up in her gaping mouth with the way he was swinging her around.  It went on until she moaned; “I’m dry, sorry, but I …. ooooh!…. I think that’s all there is.”

It has been good and plentiful, but candy was not a meal, and Taras needed was greedy for more. Without taking his tongue out of the honey-pot, he opened his mouth wide and bite down, driving his fangs into Mirabella’s mound.

Mirabella screamed at the top of her lungs. It was more from terror than pain, he had her sex in his mouth was drinking her essence now, not just her sexual juices. Pain there was, and it soon turned into something else, a different sort of erotic wave that made her arms and legs go straight out and a different sort of scream come out of her. His tongue was still working its magic too, and her body spasmed as if instead of a tongue, it was an electric Eel inside her. These screams would go on until her throat was raw and her breath came like a horse blowing through it’s nostrils after a hard run.

And Taras could not seem to make himself stop.

Taras thought he wasn’t really taking all that much, andhe was savoring the taste of the woman in the most total way she could ever heard of, even in the strangest tales. But, how much could she spare? A little more, certainly, the Vampire side of him decided.

Mirabella was getting dizzy, and she had never recovered her full strength to begin with. “Taras… Il-Khan, please stop. I am begging you…. please?” she croaked, and was almost at the point where she would have declared herself his bitch when she saw something right over her head.

It was her Buckler.

Her pose in stone had been with that little shield held high over her head, and Taras had  tied it to the ceiling to prevent it’s weight from damaging her hand as she revived. Mirabella plucked it and snapped it free of the twine, and used both hands to bring it down on the top of Tara’s head. “ENOUGH!”

Taras pulled his head up and looked at her in a way that would have been horrifying, were it not for two things; Firstly, his eyes were crossed by the shock of the impact, that buckler was enchanted and very solid, more than enough to make his ears ring. Secondly, his long, ropey tongue was still lodged in her pussy.

Mirabella dropped the buckler and started giggling like a schoolgirl, falling back as the last of her strength left her and her up-thrust breasts danced before his eyes.

Taras knew right away what he had done wrong. “Mirabella, I -“

She laughed again. “Oh, I think just ‘Mira’ will do now, all things considered, don’t you?”

Was she loosing her mind? Taras carried her to the water bucket that he has no use for, dumped a potion he had been saving into a cupful of that water and held it to her mouth, cradling her with his other arm like a Prince. “Drink, please, I think you need this.”

“No shit, tough guy.  You always like this on the first date?” She drained the cup in seconds, and motioned for another. Before he could put it to her lips, she liked her lips and asked; “Healing potion… plus, a curative?”

Taras gulped, and nodded. He hadn’t wanted her to know, and was trying to restore her as best he could. He had over-stepped his bounds with her, with Mira, a person that could be precious to the resistance as a whole and his personal responsibility. If Thal ever found out….

The Orc part of his mind sneered at that idea. He had something on her that Mira would never want to be known. Of course she would never speak of his own indiscretions. Taras sighed as Mira drained the cup, whispered “bedtime” and passed out. One of the side-effects of the curative made to clear out any lingering poisons in her body was drowsiness. It was enough to make her pass-out in his arms.

Taras carried her to another room in this abandoned Keep, a much smaller one where he had rigged a Hammock, and a camp stool for himself. Carrying a crate filled with 500 pounds of marble statue had been simpler than carrying Mira’s supple yet limp body around. Her now-living body was slippery and highly distracting as he cradled her like a babe in his arms and laid her out in the hammock carefully. There was a blanket, but the pair of oil-lamps in here had made the air warm and stuffy. Maybe later he would cover her, but for now he sat and watched over her, studying her.

The Enkanno were a rare breed, able to shift into a Ghostly form that allowed them to pass almost invisibly, sequeeze through small openings, and drift along in total silence… much the way a Vampire could. The best part was that Mira was mortal, not undead, and could pass through barriers meant to keep Taras and his kind at bay. They could hunt together, not for victims, but for villains called Zhrau.

Mira and her fellows, who were probably extinct by now, were excellent Scouts, superb Raiders, and while they hotly denied it, they could function as assassins. “Hunting the head” was their term for it, something that was acceptable to them and it involved killing Generals and other high officers who were very much in the war and ought to be just as much at risk as any of the foot-soldiers.

Taras smiled at Mira’s sleep-slackened face, and looked forward to the day when he could introduce the Zhrau to this concept, first-hand.

 

Mira’s mind was also busy while she slept, or appeared to sleep. Even her sub-conscious was amazed that she had called the one and only Taras Kuldar a ‘dirty Orc’ and somehow survived. The image of him with crossed eyes and lolling tongue caught in her pussy helped her get past that, and even made her smile in her sleep.

She had actually done that, Mira…. but she must be as an infant to him, shouldn’t she? He must be a millennia old, or older! Why the hell was he being so kind to her, why hadn’t he devoured her when he had the chance? And why had he not exploited her most deplorably humiliating moment in the way an Orc would…. or Half-Orc, or …. whatever the hell he was?

The answer came to her as she awoke; “it was a time of plagues, we did what we could for each other.”

Yes, as soldiers should. Orcs? Maybe she was wrong about them, but a soldier was what Mira was, and she could relate to that, and to him, in that way.

She certainly owed him that much. That, and more.

 

PRT TWO OF THIS ONE IN THE NEXT POST

SIX -  Lilly, Ryya, and others on the Beanstalk;

 

Returning was different for everyone, and once the pain and shock wore off Lilly found that she was slightly deaf and her vision was blurry.

Her transition a much softer landing than for others, she was surrounded by the rest of the Zhrau machinery that was supposed to be part of the process. Lilly was held in a suspension-field that had her floating free in the middle of a room that seemed very bright to her, and she was surrounded by a small crowd of people who were all talking.

Their speech was just as fuzzy as their outlines, Lilly could not tell if they were talking to each other or at her, so she tried to clear her ears as soon as she could make her hands work. She brought both hands to her face, pressed her nose between her palms and went “mah, muh, mwwwwAH” and then clumsily rubbed her ears. Lilly also curled into a fetal ball as she did so, a natural thing to do while she was basically weightless.

Lilly did not know she was being lowered onto a platform until she felt her ass meet with something smooth and hard, and since hands were guiding her now, she obligingly laid her body flat on a fat surface that had a vaguely ceramic feel to it. She was nude save for the cuffs and collar, and the first thing those hands did was remove them. She was not bothered by this, nor by the fact that everyone around her seemed to be fully dressed. Lilly had too many questions for them to think much of that… but when her eyes focused on them the sight took her breath away.

Dark Elves was her first thought, one of them had the black skin and silvery hair that she had been told about. The others were different, shades of dark purple, and the ones with golden hair were the most attractive combination as well as the majority. Their eyes were also different from Elves; black or midnight blue… and a much colder sort of gaze than she had ever seen from Elves.

There were three of them on each side of her, and somebody that she could not see working her hair free of the complicated do-up that she had used to keep it out of the way. Lilly heared an explanation when the person freeing her hair found out why; her raven locks had grown as long as she was tall, an abundant flow that these people did not seem to know what to do with. This was no surprise to Lilly, there were two females in sight and neither of them had much hair of their own.

The words they exchanged sounded like no language that Lilly had ever heard in her life.

 

Her life,  she remembered now. She had been dead, and now she wasn’t.  The usual “How, what, why” and more flashed through her mind while seven pairs of hands roamed her body in curious ways. Her extra-large breasts blocked much of her view of what was happening to her, but she could see one of them pass a wand (that was the only way she could understand the device) over her limp arms

and study  the way it blinked and flashed.

A clinical inspection of her womanhood made Lilly look down, and the view between her breasts allowed her to see a Human woman down by her feet. She was dressed in the same way the aliens were; with a simple yet finely-fitted body-suit that covered everything but her head and hands. She has a mass of raven hair like Lilly’s own, but her’s about shoulder-length. This Human had a face that was almost bird-like, or if someone was being rude they might exaggerate and call it Ferret-like, but Lilly found it cute. This woman wore spectacles so brief that they were barely noticeable and was making notes in a tablet using only her fingers.

Lilly would have tried to say something to this non-alien person , but before she could figure out what she wanted to say, the Human exchanged a few words with the others. It was in the same clipped, consonant-heavy language they were all using. Lilly still might have tried, but the human glanced down at her and then quickly looked away… as if something about Lilly was distasteful to her, or even embarrassing.

Embarrassment can be contagious, and Lilly’s desire to communicate died immediately. Being nude was nothing new to her, but being the ONLY one not fully dressed, and at the mercy of so many of them stroking, prodding and inspecting her was a bit much. Of course, her breasts began to receive more than their share of attention, and these people seemed delighted that with only a moderate amount of attention they could coax some milk from her.

Lilly sighed and let her head loll to one side, and she caught a glimpse of something that made her heart swell and a smile come to her face.

 

A few paces away from Lilly there was another woman undergoing the same treatment that she was!

This woman was full-Elf, rather than Lilly who was Elf only on her father’s side, with pearly-white hair and luminous aquamarine eyes. Her skin was pale like Moonlight, and from what Lilly could see her figure was just as lush as Lilly’s own. This Elf had a dignified quality about her, even as he endured the same treatment that Lilly was getting, that made her wonder; could this be one of the High Elven?

Lilly would have called out to her, but this woman blew her a kiss!

No, wait, there was no wink to go along with it, and in those Elfin eyes Lilly thought she could see a warning. That wasn’t a kiss, it was a “shush” without a finger pressed to her lips.

Lilly nodded just enough to let the other woman see it, glad that she had been too muddled to say anything before. Alright, don’t speak, but why?

She was trying to put that question into a facial expression when she felt her legs being parted, and something mechanical started working it’s way into her womanhood.

Lilly did not resist, but she raised her head by reflex to see what was going on down there. The valley between her breasts kept changing as Zhrau on each side of her gave her mammaries a very thorough massage, but Lilly could see one female slipping a device into her with some care, and a male was holding her lips parted while teasing her clit at the same time. She whimpered, more loudly when she saw the Bird-like woman staring at her pussy with a combination of fascination and dread. Lilly might have blurted out her protest despite the Elf’s warning, but what came out instead was; “Whuuu-aaG-GUH! oooOOoooo…..” when the device was activated, and began to whirl and vibrate inside her.

Her hips lifted and rocked of their own accord, fucking the machine as if it were a person. Lilly didn’t think twice about getting the most out of the moment. If this was what they wanted, why the hell not?

Half an hour later, instead of why not?, she was just wondering why?

The Zhrau experimented with dozens settings and triggered three climaxes, the last of them made Lilly’s eyes water. She could hear them laughing, commenting, and could feel and see them toying with her body in some un-professional ways, and the only thing that made it bearable was the noise from the Elf that told her the same things were happening to her. Lilly put a little extra volume into her own outbursts, even the lewdest ones, to remind the High Elf that she, too, was not alone in this.

 

When they were done a section of the slab Lilly was laying on was folded away to let her head fall back. She was panting open-mouthed, so it was easy for them to insert something into her mouth. What felt like a ring-gag held her jaw open, and a couple of things that felt like small, half-hard dicks entered her mouth just a few inches.

Lilly groaned in disgust. Was she to orally pleasure a couple of little mechanical cocks now?

They were mounted on some sort of turntable, and when it started to rotate the things went round and round in her mouth, slowly.  Annoyed, Lilly tried to stop them from swishing around in her mouth the only way she could; by trapping one of them against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Something squirted out, water ran over Lilly’s tongue and down her throat. It wasn’t a cock, it was a nipple!

She drank eagerly, not aware of how thirsty she had been until just then. When she was done she let the other one come around to give it a try. It was delicious! Soft, nothing more solid than a little fruity pulp, but it was just what she needed. Lilly had never tasted a Banana Split, and that was what the nutrient-rich mixture was designed to taste like.

While she was still enjoying that, her legs were lifted and spread wide. It was no surprise to Lilly when her anus was teased open and yet another device wormed it’s way into her down there. What did surprise her was the sudden flood of frothy liquid that surged round and round inside her ass. Lilly whined into her complicated gag, and the nipples withdrew so that she would not gag on them. Her nose was held shut around some small pipe, but she hardly noticed it. She flexed her ass and was allowed to push everything surging around out of her bladder. As soon as she was done with that, a thing with many tentacles invaded her ass, and it felt as if it was scrubbing her out, every nook and cranny was swept clean and all but one of the tiny tentacles withdrew with what they had found in there.

It was all done very thoroughly, and the samples were sent to a lab. No Zhrau had ever had a chance to study what people had been eating half a millennia ago.

Lilly sighed with great relief; the thing in her pussy was still there, measuring her somehow, so it had been awfully crowded down there. Now something large and not really cock-like was entering her mouth, forcing her tongue down … Lilly found that she could breath through it just as her nose was closed around something that was becoming more noticeable as it probed deeper.

The beautiful 1/2-Elf was being probed 4 ways at the same time, and she had a moment to wonder at the strangeness of it all before it became horrible.

The one tentacle-like thing still in her ass probed deeper, heading up her intestines without any anesthetic other than a numbing frequency that only took effect as it passed. If that wasn’t enough, the thing in her pussy was tickling the entrance to her womb, and pushing something tiny in there too. Lilly could not have imagined it, but what the thing in her nose started doing was even worse; it had plunged past her nostrils and was headed straight for her stomach!

The poor girl thrashed in panic, and the Zhrau made a game of holding her down. Two on each side pressed her tightly-bent legs down flat against the pallet on either side of her body, and her arms were treated the same way. Lilly was lucky that the one that had been working on her hair was able to put a clamp around her skull before she could have bent her neck in a way that might have hurt her. The large tube in her throat worked it’s way down to prevent Lilly from gagging or choking on the nose-probe. Too much movement might have hurt her badly

Filled with cold little machines that seemed determined to meet somewhere inside her, Lilly bellowed like a branded Cow, her wails coming out through that tube in loud howls. They were soon answered with softer and equally desperate howls from the table nearby.

The High Elf was suffering the same things, and had been trying to do so in silence. Now, she answered Lilly, trying to do the same as Lilly had done for her.

You are not alone, we will face this together.

 

They did get through it, but being handled like animals did not end there.

The probes finished their work, fertility was verified, samples of intestinal flora and cells from the stomach linings were taken, and they withdrew.  The mouth-gags were also removed so that their teeth could be examined, and cleaned with yet more tiny machines.  While they were still held down like Frogs pinned to an anatomy-student’s table, the girls were treated to a sponge-bath and their first experience with air-drying. New cuffs were fastened around their ankles and wrists, and both girls were lifted and carried to a different corner of the room.

This place had softer lighting and a wall made of glass, but Lilly did not even glance at the view yet. The cuffs were larger, and more solid than what she had known before, and she soon found out that they were so well-padded that she could hang from them without any discomfort.

She learned this because she was soon hanging by her ankles, head-down with her wrists together behind her ass.  Her wrists were soon hauled  up until she was hanging in a position that she had experienced before -

 

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- with a couple of differences. Her hair was combed out and tied into a pony-tail. Care was taken so that her hair could be pulled without tearing any out, high enough that Lilly could not look anywhere but straight ahead, and away from her body.

Lilly tired to resist this by looking sideways at her companion. She could just barely see her out of the corner of one eye that the High Elf was being treated exactly the same way, her breasts were swinging freely, now the lowest part of her body. Lilly was the same way, she could feel the blood rushing not to her head, but to her breasts.

She could also see what the aliens were doing to the High Elf’s breasts, and were about to do to her own, and she bit her lip.

Suction devices were fixed to Lilly’s nipples, very sophisticated ones with cilla that stroked her aureolas. There were also little rollers on armatures that stroked and massaged their mammaries, encouraging the flow of milk downwards.  When the machine turned on, Lilly cooed like a Dove. It felt good, the machine started slowly to tease her generous breasts until she wanted to let her milk out, to let the flow start for the pleasure it would give her, and to ease the swelling.

*milked like cows, and they never told us or warned us about anything, this whole time* Lilly thought, still looking at the High Elf. it much be so much worse for her, who would ever treat a High One like this?

But the Elf wasn’t looking at her, she was looking at the view with wide, startled eyes.

At first, Lilly had no idea what she was looking at. Whatever it was, it was vast and lovely, like a painting coming to life. There were greens, blues and tans in random arrangements, and also swathes of white that had a pattern to them that her mind could almost understand.

One bit of it started to look familiar to her. oh look, that’s almost like a map of-

Lilly gasped, and went completely rigid. She realized that she was looking down at her home, her entire world, suspended before her eyes like an ornament.

The fact that she was the one that was suspended and hanging in mid-air made Lilly’s fear almost uncontrollable, and she felt as if she was falling from an impossible height. The veines stood out on her forehead and throat as she mewled like a frightened kitten.

A light slap to her labia brought Lilly back from the brink of a panic-attack.

 

The other difference from the way she had been hung as an offering to the Frog-Men was that Lilly’s feet were held far apart, making a broad V of her legs and leaving easy access to her pussy, should it been desired.

Ryya had stayed after the others had left, curious and with issues of her own to resolve.

She slapped each of the women on the labia and parted the lips to have a quick look. “Non the worse for wear, I see. The boss will be so proud.” Ryya walked between the two of them and looked down at her Home-world, it was quite the view, and she had no idea how it would look to the pair sharing it with her. Without really thinking of it, she switched from Zhrau to the language she had been born speaking; “Don’t panic, you poor little animals. If we’re safe anywhere, it’s gotta be here.”

They understood her, despite the unfamiliar contractions and the clipped way she snapped out the words. While Ryya’s back was turned, Lilly looked to the other Elf, who shook her head as best she was able; no, not yet!

Lilly said nothing.

Ryya turned and leaned back on the glass wall, not even looking at them yet. This was an awfully large room for anyone on the Beanstalk, and it was only a part of the space kept in reserve for visiting high officials. Fantastically, this was just the foyer of the suite of rooms now at Ahktikmacht’s disposal. “Six-million tons of material for docks, hangars, engineering and incidentally;  three hundred thousand people …. but look at all this for just one man!”

 

The “Beanstalk” was not a new or unique idea, the Zhrau had merely perfected a design that worked. Described as a slowly spinning donut at the end of a long thread of dental floss, it was a bit more substantial than that. The thread was massive, and constructed of cables that would contract or loosen depending on what electrical current was pushed into them. This meant that they remained flexible and would adjust to any buffeting form the restless atmosphere. The Donut itself spinning not only helped to stabilize everything, but also gave the Zhrau cheap gravity. The real genius was that the station was not in a geo-synchronous orbit, it was just a little to far out and a little too heavy, so it exerted a slight but decisive pull on the cable, and would remain perfectly stable for as long as the Zhrau felt that the upkeep was worth while.

 

Ryya had arrived here only a few hours before.

Twenty minutes after Rakmon had finished with her, Ryya had picked herself up off the ground, done what she could for herself without any help from the Zhrau, and reported for Duty in a fresh uniform (she had burned the old one) ready to pretend that Rakmon’s punishment of her had never happened.

Nobody said anything, as per Zhrau custom, but the way her co-workers had looked at her and spoken among themselves convinced Ryya to apply for a transfer within the hour. By midday she was on her way up here, the nerve-center of all Zhrau activity in this world.

“Well, there it is, Pan-Ztossh.” She jerked her thumb back over her shoulder at the planet below. Thanks to the spin, they stood parallel to the surface. Looking “down” at it meant looking in a straight-ahead direction, where the only other thing to see was the tiny-looking thread that anchored them in place. Ryya pulled a plastic roll out of her satchel and popped a pill into her mouth, and then looked at the dangling Elves. On impulse, she took two more pills out and offered them to each woman’s mouth. “Take them. Believe me, you don’t want to get knocked-up by the Zhrau.”

Neither of them knew what “knocked-up” meant, but since Rya had already taken one, they took them, and so allowed themselves to be fed like animals. This made Ryya smile, it gave her a needed boost to her ego. If she had been hanging next to them, no man would have given her a second look, or so Ryya thought at the time.

Yet here she was, and of the three of them she was the only one capable of caring for the others, and also the only one likely to ever wear any clothing for the rest of her life.

Ryya could not feel any envy for them, not on any level. She also could not feel any of the contempt that the Zhrau had shown these poor air-heads. .. and that may as well be their literal designation. She knelt to look at the machines, there was another 10 minutes to go in this cycle, a short one for samples and to prep them for what was coming. From now on, they would spend an hour at a time, three times a day, being milked like this.  *better you than me!* Ryya stood up and flipped the rollers back into their stowed positions so that she could wrap one hand around Lilly’s left teat and the High Elf’s right one.

“I hope this works out for you the way Rakmon says it will. Still gotta take an ovary, but if your milk is as rich as they say, we won’t have to take any marrow out of you.” Ryya was barely whispering now, still taking to her self. She gave both breasts a light squeeze, doing the job of the rollers in a much warmer and intimate way. “Feels so alive, so  vital….”

 

Lilly was sucking the pill, keeping it in her mouth to have something to do, and to keep herself from being able to speak, even by accident. It did not melt, but seems to effervesce and just seem away into her. Odd but not threatening, just like this woman that Lilly had come to think of as the “Sparrow Lady”. It was better than Bird or Ferret, and Lilly started to like her because she didn’t even have a mean way of touching them. Her words, on the other hand, were chilling. Did she mean bone-Marrow? how could they get that without cracking my bones open? Lilly tried to focus her body on producing the best, the richest and the most tasty  milk she possibly could, and enough for someone to drown in, hopefully!

Lilly’s mind wandered while she was being fondled. Where were those feeder-tubes? So far the meal she’s had were all that Lilly had received from all this… besides a couple of forced and painful orgasms.

 

Ryya gave the girls a last squeeze before letting go, and taking an involuntary step back.

Marshall Rakmon was less than 10 meters away and coming straight at her with quick and silent steps. He barely glanced at the hanging cows, giving lie to what Ryya had thought earlier and sizing her up and down with an impish grin on his face. “You have recovered with remarkable aplomb, for a human. You never even asked for any help after I was done with you.”

It had never even occurred to Ryya to ask for any,  and now Rakmon could see it in her eyes.

“Good, and I have also learned that the first thing you did wen returning to duty was to make certain that a Sentinel had been dispatched to the Medusa Compound. Thanks to you it will be there by nightfall. Commendable, so you are now part of my staff.”

Ryya took two more steps back, and now the two Elves hanging there could see the stricken look on her face, and how her hands trembled. The language was strange, but they could see the Sparrow Lady was certainly not in charge now. Something dreadful had come into their lives.

“Why?” Ryya blurted out. “I thought, I thought-“

“That I hated you? No, I hated your behavior, so I changed it.  And here you are, last to leave, double-checking that everything is in order rather than wander off with your new comrades. I may have to put you in for a promotion to Major, but first you will have to put these two to bed. This will be the last time you will be in this place at this hour. Since you have taken a liking to them, you will have the morning shift. Everyone should be so lucky as to have a familiar face greet them every morning, don’t you think?”

“Familiar?” Ryya protested weakly. “I’m not even an Elf!”

“No, but your secondary specialty is Nursing, is it not? Primary, before you switched career paths to management.” He grinned at her crotch. “No doubt you gave yourself some special treatment right after you got back on your feet last night, else you’d not have been able to walk around like a normal person.”

he checked my records? when?!

Ryya tried to stand her ground, coming to the position of “full attention”, standing perfectly straight and staring at Rakmon’s hairline. The Zhrau did not go in for bowing, or kneeling, or any of that nonsense. To them, a Kow-tow would have looked lazy, and far too restful a pose for official duty. “I hear and obey, Marshall! What are my orders?”

“You can stop trying to sound like a raw recruit, for one thing.” Rakmon was smiling, still not looking at the hanging beauties to either side of him, only at Ryya. He took out a dagger the Zhrau called a Kandra that was fully functional despite its ceremonial nature . It has one razor-sharp edge, the other side was blunt and thick. The saying was that a Kandra could slice fingers off with one side, or break them with a sharp rap from the other side.

“Yes sir… sir?!” Ryya was not taking any more steps backwards, there did not seem to be any point, so Rakmon prodded her with the tip of the dagger, and with one hand on her shoulder pushed her back until she was backed up against the glass wall. Her composure began to break and her fear showed again, making the Marshall smile even more.  if he wants to see me frightened, I don’t dare hold it back! Ryya whined softly with her arms to  either side, palms flat on the glass. “Please….”

Ryya’s modest breasts caused enough of a swell to make the uniform material between them lift away from her body, the dagger flashed upwards and caught between the uniform and her flesh. The hanging women squealed, but it was the blunt side that was against Ryya’s skin. Ryya did not look down to see if she had been cut because the chisel-like tip of the Kandra was not very sharp, it was meant to punch through body armor.

The blade sliced a vertical cut almost all the way up to her collar, and then down a few inches below her breasts. Then the knife vanished as if by slight-of-hand, and Rakmon asked; “Why, you are trembling, what did you think was going to happen?”

Ryya did not answer him, she couldn’t because Rakmon’s fingers were tracing her face, everywhere at once. He wanted to go from being her rapist to seducing her, and Ryya allowed it because she very badly wanted an improvement in their relationship. He seemed to be especially fond of her pointed chin and her round cheeks, and even started massaging her there lightly. “Relax, here, and here, let your lips have a more natural set. There you go. Yes, I thought of you as having a tight little mouth, but that was only because you clench it so tightly. Stop doing that.”

Rakmon was right, Ryya had a wide, sensual mouth with soft lips. In recent years she had been clenching her lips to avoid drawing attention, and obviously had been doing the wrong thing. “I—“

As soon as she opened that mouth to speak, Ramon forced a kiss on her. It was wickedly aggressive, the Zhrau sealed his lips to her’s and sucked the air right out of her lungs,  and then blew his own back into her.  Ryya was being claimed, inside and out. She surrendered to him with a moan and forced her bulging eyes closed.

Instead of exploiting Ryya, Rakmon let go of her and stepped back. His gaze went to her chest, and he stroked her newly bared skin. “This is a good look for you. If it had been one of them,” He tilted his head to the hanging cows without looked at them, “it would just be two globes of flesh pressed together. With you, the place where your breasts begin to swell is visible. Much sexier, and classy at the same time. And you won’t have to pin your hair up anymore, it isn’t long enough to justify that in any case.”

Ryya knew without having to ask that she would have to modify all of her uniforms the same way. A claim was being staked by the Marshall, so this little bit of exposure would be her best protection from other Zhrau… for  as long as it lasted. Would it also end her career? Now that she was his little —“

“Oh, after you are done putting those two to bed… ” Ryya’s heart skipped a beat, but what he said had nothing to do with that she expected;  “… pack a bag with a set of essential items, you have to be ready to travel at any moment from now on. And start wearing a sidearm.”

With that, Rakmon turned on one heel and marched out of the room.

“I hear and obey.” Ryya said with a throaty warmth that surprised even her, but the Marshall only acknowledged her with a casual waves of his hand as he disappeared into the elevator.

The fear that her career would hit a dead-end as the Marshall’s doxy was kicked right out of Ryya’s head. If she was to prepare a go-bag and get used to being armed at all times, then there was more in store for her than she could imagine.

Ryya remained against the glass, breathing deeply and running her fingers over her exposed cleavage as her mind worked at assimilating what had just happened, until a beeper sounded and the suction cups dropped from the two nearly-forgotten women. She blinked, and then smiled at the wide-eyed and inarticulate Elf-babes, beads of milk still forming at the tips of their throbbing nipples.

Ryya shook her head, and slipped back into her mother-tongue as she said; “Whew! Let that be a lesson to you, girls.” Ryya’s hand traced up and down her exposed cleavage. “Never underestimate the Zhrau.”

I have to agree with wurger. I come to the forums to look for something specific, whether it's to find out what's comingup from an artist, or to ask a question, or to make a request. I don't come here to read stories.

I think the galleries would be a better place to post your stories, along with the image. I can't tell you how many times I have seen serial art without a story, only a "thanks for looking", and it's obvious there is a story behind the series. But do break down your story into manageable chunks (something in the 5-10 minute range maybe?).

Just checkmark the box down below that says 'Watch this topic and receive notifications of activity via e-mail?'! It can be done on comments you make with pictures as well. I didn't realize this until I'd posted over half my gallery, and to this day I still go back through them sometimes to see if there's any new comments. Now it just sends me an email saying "People wrote on your shit!"

Just kidding, the email will be titled 'Topic Subscription New Post Notification (From Renderotica)'

I'll send this to you in PM as well!

Edited by user Thursday, July 28, 2022 12:34:05 PM(UTC)  | Reason: Won't upload the screenshot

I'm going to disagree with all of you, unfortunately. As I said in my first comment, getting responses, even by the artist, on a nine month (now eleven month) old series is extremely rare. I first started this journey making fanfic of pictures I liked on a rule34-type webpage. I never got a single response, either with praise, criticism, or both. This forum (the writer's guild) is specifically built for things like this. New writers should feel comfortable placing their stories here - or placing it on the picture and adding a hyperlink to it. None of us get better at writing without constructive criticism. I look at my old stories and cringe. However, I'm perfectly happy to read what someone has written, whether it's good, bad, or average, in the Writer's Guild forum. If anything, one of the reasons this community is a ghost town is because we don't support each others' work. Or attempts. I know for myself that if I'd written a story and one of the artists I admired told me not to post something in the Writer's Guild when I first started out I may have never posted anything again.

On the subject of posting artwork with stories: I'm currently working with a writer who's had over 43 erotic books published in the last 30 years. He doesn't do pictures, and by his own admission doesn't want to learn to do them. Make no mistake, there's a huge learning curve just to be proficient. We take it for granted, the things we've learned, but it's not so simple and easy for some. It can very easily die on the vine. Some people just want to write stories as well. PuseyGalore has written several on my art, even though most have stories already. As Blir said, "It also tells me that what I thought the image was may not be what the viewers think." And I appreciate that more than I can say.

We make art. Writers make art. The world makes art of all kinds. The Mona Lisa and the poster of the weed leaf in Spencer's are both art. Some is good, some is bad, but someone MADE it. went out of their way to create something that hasn't been before. That is admirable. The worst thing for a new artist is to pour their heart and soul into something, spend time and energy, only for it either to never be shown or to be told that they wasted their time by making it. Criticisms of the work are ok, as are compliments. Telling people not to post is not.

This is the Writer's Forum of Renderotica, home of smut and love. Let it remain as such.

 

Okay, seems like I went too fast with some of this then. Total of ten chapters with ideas for many more, and not enough hours in the day.

As far as word-use goes... no, I am not going to say "love tunnel", not even if cash is involved.

"Clunky", okay, good, that actually gives me somethng to work on. Good to know. 

 

I probably should have kept a closer eye on this thread, but after all that time I thought this was a dead issue. 

Edited by user Saturday, July 30, 2022 7:53:22 PM(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Hell no this thread is just getting started. And no I would not use love tunnel either, and cash has been involved. I learned from one of the best writers of what used to be called smut books, and that was just to help me explain some images that I did. I figured if she could write about sex in soooo many different ways, then I could learn a thing or two. Her first suggestion to me was read what published writters wrote, even if it is not smut. Read Read and then Read some more. But I can see that from your work that you enjoy writing the smutty stuff, Good do not give up and do not let anyone dissuade you from what you want to do. Just take your time. It took me a week just to come up with the little bit I had in an image posted here, it is just called Edith. But most of all have fun with it. Best advice I ever got.