Monday, August 02, 2004

Ash Pokemon Porn Sex story

Henrik Larsen 2001



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by
email at henlar.

This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without
the express, written permission of the author.





The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 5.

My parents were a bit surprised that I wanted to stay in my flat instead
of being spoiled at home, but I told them I wanted to relax and clean up,
before I came home the last week before I was going to start in my new job.
I hadn't told them about Sophie. It seemed too complex to be easily
explained. I did go home on the weekend to celebrate. I'd told them I'd
skipped my old job and, on Sunday, just before I was going back, mum pulled
me aside and gave me some extra money. Dad drove me to the station and
just before he went back, he too gave me a little money, "to spoil myself
while I clean up". In all, it made up for the missing paycheck, almost.

Sunday evening was lonely. Mts. Larsen was not feeling too well and
preferred to be alone and I didn't feel like going out. I found myself
with nothing to do, no homework, no books to study, nothing. Even the
telly was boring. I began to think about the two weeks ahead of me, two
whole weeks with Sophie. I though about how much I liked Sophie loved
her, actually. I thought about how our relationship had developed over the
past three, almost 4 years. How much she'd grown. The more I thought
about Sophie, the more that one little thing that had been bothering me
about her became present in my mind.

It was nothing, really, just a hunch. I first noticed when we kissed
the first time. It was only natural that Sophie was curious about boys and
sex. She'd learned about sex in school and Nina had provided her with
intimate details of her adventures for a long time. The fact that her
parents were very strict couldn't keep her from being curious about it.
But when we kissed the first time, it was as if she'd tried it before. Not
that it mattered much, but it gave me the nagging feeling that there was
something she hadn't told me.

I got the same impression when I went down on her the first time. She
didn't react at all as I had expected. I'd gone down on two girls before,
both of whom had never tried it before and their reaction had been quite
different. Of course, Nina could have told her so much about it that she
knew what it would be like, but I wasn't really sure. I had the same
feeling when we made love the first time. The only thing that had her
concerned was that I remembered the condom almost before we got started.
It was more or less the only sign of inexperience she had shown.

She was so at ease with being with me and that puzzled me. Usually, I
put it down to Nina and all the things she probably told Sophie, but
sometimes, I wondered if she'd been seeing somebody, apart from Nina, after
school and still was. In a way I could understand if she did. I mean, she
had a healthy appetite for sex and so did I. If I hadn't been so busy with
my studies, I might have felt the need to see somebody else, too. After
all, we only saw each other once a week, tops.

It wasn't something that had bothered me much until later. First of
all, because I'd found that I cared a lot more about Sophie than I had for
any other girl. I hoped that she felt the same way about me and the
thought that she had somebody else was unpleasant. Secondly, Sophie
sometimes acted as if there was something she wanted to tell me but she
always seemed to lose her nerve.

Finally, I pushed it aside, promising myself that I'd have to ask what
it was she wanted to tell me. My parents had always told me that, if there
was something bothering me, it was better to get it over and with and tell
it as it was, instead of carrying it around. It wasn't always easy but I'd
learned over the years that they were right about it, in the long run.

Monday morning and everything was forgotten. It was so relaxed and
wonderful. It rained all day and the air was warm and humid. Sophie
knocked on my door less than fifteen minutes after her parents had gone to
work, at eight o'clock. I was expecting her and had been up since seven,
going to the baker for fresh bread. Sophie had only showered and put on a
long dress. We ate breakfast together and generally relaxed.

We made love, very slowly and tenderly. For the first time, we didn't
have to hurry. We had eight hours to ourselves, and after breakfast we
laid out my duvet, some pillows, and blankets on the living room floor. We
had more room and freedom to move around as we pleased that way. We took
turns, bringing each other so close and then stopping, because we had time,
plenty of time. After two hours, Sophie's pussy was swollen and had a deep
red glow. Her clit was so sensitive that I could hardly touch it. My cock
was also hurting but neither of us would give in and end it.

After another hour, Sophie's nipples were as sore as her clit and we
finally agree to put an end to it. Sophie helped me put the condom on and
straddled me. She just let herself slide down on my cock, sitting straight
up. I was so deep in her that I could feel her cervix tickling the tip of
my cock. She rocked back and forth with increasing intensity. I'd feared
that I'd explode the second she impaled herself on me, but it was as if my
cock was numb. The condom helped too, I guess.

Sophie rubbed herself against me until she came and then stopped and got
off. Her clit couldn't take anymore. Instead, she got down on her hands
and knees. I loved that. Sophie was irresistibly sexy in that position.
Her curves showed so beautifully and she looked so inviting. I could see
every move and how my cock stretched her. The only bad thing about it was
that I never lasted long in this position and this time was no different.

We had built up an appetite and I prepared lunch for us. While we were
eating, I suddenly heard a phone ring.

"Sophie, is that your phone?"

"Oh God, it might be mum."

The look on Sophie's face was sheer panic, when she noticed the second
ring. She flew up and rushed to the door, then remembered that she had
left her key in the living room and rushed back and to get it. The phone
rang the third time. I heard the fourth ring while she fumbled with the
key in the lock. I prayed that she would make it or that it would be
somebody who'd dial a wrong number.

It took a couple of minutes before Sophie was back. She's made it and
it was her mum.

"I told her I was in the bathroom when she called, and she bought it,"
Sophie smiled, relieved.

"I hadn't thought about that. She never calls you, does she? I mean,
before, in the afternoon."

"No, usually not. She can't get to a phone in the afternoon. It's her
lunch break now. She didn't really want anything."

"So, do you think she suspects anything?" I asked.

"No. I think she thought I was bored. She knows Nina's got a job and
will be working almost all summer long."

"Can't even use Nina as an excuse."

"Nina's coming around tonight and she has Thursday off. Will it be ok
if she joins us Thursday? I know she wants to. She likes you, you know,"
Sophie added with a cheeky smile.

"No sweat. We have lots of time," I answered.

And then it was there again. The feeling that Sophie had something she
wanted to tell me, but she only just opened her mouth, then stopped and
looked away. I had to know.

"Sophie, I know that there's something you've been trying to tell me.
Something is nagging you, and it is beginning to nag me too. Please tell
me what it is."

"I," Sophie started but trailed off again.

I waited a moment while Sophie looked away, biting her lower lip.

"Please tell me, Sophie. I know it's bothering you. We've got to be
honest with each other, if we're going to be together." I hesitated for a
moment. "I love you, Sophie."

"She took a deep breath. "I . . . I don't know how to say it. It's .
. ."

"Just take all the time you need to explain. Start from the beginning,"
I coaxed her.

"It's . . . about Nina," She finally said. "She . . . you know she's
told me a lot about boys and things like that and . . . I couldn't really
do anything. I never went to parties. When Nina could come over after
school, we talked a lot about it, I mean, there was nobody there to, you
know, disturb us. And one day, Nina wanted to show me how to . . . kiss."

The last word was just whispered. Sophie was embarrassed and it was
hard for her to get it out. I was beginning to get an idea about where
this was leading, but I didn't say anything. I was probably wrong about
another boy, but I could be wrong again. It was better just to give her
time.

"It was kind of awkward at first, you know, to kiss a girl but it felt
good and Nina show me how a boy would . . . feel me up, you know, while
kissing. It was . . . it felt so good and with all the things she'd told
me, I got really hot. I was so ashamed but Nina told me it was ok. You
know, Nina says that you should try everything at least one time, to see if
you like it."

"My mum always told me that, too, but that was usually at dinnertime and
I think she was talking about food," I said to ease the mood a little.
Sophie smiled a weak smile but it didn't make her relax.

"The next day, we talked about it and Nina asked if I'd," Sophie
hesitated. She blushed fiercely. "She asked if I'd touched myself, after
she'd gone home. I was so embarrassed. It's not something you talk about,
but Nina says it is. So I told her that I . . . had but I . . . didn't
know how to get there, you know, come."

She was still looking down, very embarrassed. "I'm used to talking
about it now, with Nina, but it feels . . . difficult telling you."

"It's ok. You don't have to be ashamed. It's ok to talk about it," I
reassured her, even though I probably would find it extremely embarrassing
to tell anybody that I masturbated. I know we all do, but I certainly also
knew what Sophie was feeling, talking about it.

"Do boys also talk about these things?"

"Eh, we also talk about sex but maybe in a different way," I said,
cowardly avoiding the central point in her question but it seemed to make
Sophie relax a little. "Go on," I added.

"I told Nina that I couldn't, you know, and she asked me if I wanted her
to show me. I was so embarrassed, but I was also so hot, so I said yes.
We sat in front of each other on my bed and she explained how she did it.
It was strange to sit like that with no clothes on and look at her pussy.
It's so much easier for Nina. She just does that kind of thing. Anyway,
she showed me and I tried to do it like her and it felt good I couldn't,
you know, come, In front of her, I just couldn't."

She'd overcome her initial shyness and it seemed to be easier for her to
talk about it now. Had it been a boy she was talking about, I would
probably have been jealous but, hearing about the two girls, made me
excited instead. The image that formed in my mind of the girls sitting in
front of each other and masturbating was very exiting.

"Nina got pretty hot too and she asked me if I wanted her to show me
what it felt like if . . . if somebody touched me. I was really hot and
it seemed so natural for Nina, so she began to touch me. It felt so much
better than when I did it myself. Nina kissed me and touched my tits too
and it suddenly felt awfully good."

Sophie giggled nervously, but she giggled. "I was so embarrassed, but
Nina just asked me if it felt good, and I had to admit that it did, and she
just said that it was ok then. And she was right."

She looked at me, kind of looking for approval I guess. I nodded. I
was too excited to speak.

"Nina was really hot and I . . . I felt I owed her, you know. I guess
I was curious too. I think Nina's really pretty and all. Not like a boy
but still . . . I asked her if she wanted me to do the same for her and
she did."

Sophie took a deep breath and looked anxiously at me. I smiled
reassuringly at her, still unsure of my voice.

"We began doing it almost every afternoon. Nina showed me other ways to
do it, you know," she giggled, less nervous this time. I guess I was still
smiling kind of silly.

"It was good with Nina but I still wanted you," Sophie continued. "But
you didn't see me, you know, like that. I mean, you talked to me like a
grownup and all that but you didn't notice me, when I tried to . . . you
know. Then Nina came up with the idea that I could borrow some of her
clothes. I didn't dare, because I was afraid that mum would find them, so
I came up with the idea of asking you if I could try some of yours on.
Nina said I should leave the door open while I changed or something like
that but I forgot. I could see that you'd noticed me but you still didn't
do anything. I don't know where I got the courage to ask you about my
tits. Nina has such nice tits. I wish I had too."

"You have wonderful tits," I interrupted her.

She blushed and smiled.

"Did you really plan how to make me take the bait?" I asked.

"Yes," Sophie giggled. "It was so embarrassing when I tied the knot so
tight. I thought I was going to die."

Even though we'd been making love all morning and I was sure I was
completely spent, my jeans were getting very tight. Sophie waited for me
to say something. I didn't know what to say. I'd feared that she'd been
seeing somebody else, another man, and in a way she had, but it was Nina
and that was different. I'd grown up in a society where it was
unimaginable that two women would live together like lovers. Sure, I'd
seen pictures with two women in my brother's girlie magazines, but that was
different. Women were allowed to do that kind of things. Two girls could
dance with each other at parties and nobody would be bothered about it.
Women were allowed to be intimate with each other. Nina wasn't a threat at
all; it was just exciting. I cleared my throat the best I could.

"I knew that Nina had told you about sex, but I'd never imagined that
she'd shown you," I said.

"Nina says it's ok. Do you think it's wrong?" Sophie anxiously asked.

"No. I was afraid that you were seeing another man," I couldn't help
laughing a little. "And you were afraid that I'd be having sex with Nina
instead of teaching her math."

"No, I wasn't really afraid of that. I mean, I'm not really in a
position to complain, am I? I was afraid that Nina would tell you about
what we were doing before I had a chance. I meant to tell you before but I
was afraid you'd be mad at me. Nina sometimes talks before she thinks and
she could have said something."

"Oh! Well she didn't and I'm not mad at you. Actually," I smiled at
her," I find it quite exciting."

"You do? Nina said that you would. She says all men do."

"Nina says a lot of things," I said and I looked very serious at her
before I continued. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help teasing
her a little. "Are you still doing it with Nina?"

Sophie nodded reluctantly.

"I am jealous," I said and deliberately paused to tease her. She looked
terrified. I quickly continued. "I've never seen a girl masturbate."

Sophie looked relieved. She hesitated for a moment.

"I can show you, if you want."

Even though I found the idea very exciting, it was only meant as a joke.

"No, when I'm with you, I want to be the one that makes you come.
That's probably why I've never seen a girl masturbate."

"Have you seen a boy do it?" Sophie asked.

"No, none except myself."

We sat in silence for a moment. Then Sophie cuddled up close to me on
the sofa and hugged me.

"I'm so glad you didn't get mad at me," she said. She noticed my
predicament and put her hand on my erection. "Is that just because I told
you about Nina and me?"

"Yes."

"Do you think Nina is pretty?"

"Yes," I said and hastily added, "not as pretty as you. You are so
sexy."

Sophie blushed. "But you like her, don't you?"

"I like her. I love you. There is a great difference."

Sophie was still rubbing me through my pants. She looked very
thoughtful. Then she began to undo my jeans.

"Nina says she can get it all into her mouth and throat," Sophie said
and looked up at me. "Do you think it's true?"

Sophie had pulled my cock out and was stroking it lightly. It was very
distracting.

"Some girls can, I think."

"She says that it's all about controlling your gag reflex. I've tried
with a finger and I can almost do it without gagging, but this is much
bigger," she said and looked down at my cock.

I found it hard to believe that anybody really could do it, but I didn't
get much time to think about it. Sophie's lips closed around my cock and
slowly she took it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. I
could feel her trying to put a little more pressure on, but then she gagged
and stopped.

"No, I can't do it," she said and stared at my cock again. "It's too
big."

"I don't care," I said and got up. "Come on, take your clothes off."

Sophie obliged, smiling happily. We hurried into the bedroom and spent
the rest of the afternoon there.



To be continued.



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Friday, July 30, 2004

Ash Pokemon Porn Sex story

Chapter Five: A Clever Form of Resistance

Marie was stunned when she finally put the five letters together. "Who would
dare do this to me?" she wondered in horror. Fussing in the mirror, she
consoled herself with the observation that the letters were only visible when
one was looking really close. Marie also remembered that she still had two or
three nice silk scarves that would hide it perfectly.

With a little edge like the feeling you have when a new but welcome
acquaintance decides to leave your party early Marie quickly took off the
rubber underwear and instantly missed the nubs pressing against her tits and
crotch. She washed and went to bed naked feeling strangely naughty despite
her previous bedtime attire and wrapped herself into her black satin bed
sheets. She fell sound asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

In her dreams, she was naked in the courtyard again, chained to an iron ring in
the center square. She felt the heavy steel links trail from the collar she
knew that she herself had locked on. Looking up at the nobles before her, she
swooned at their derisive glares and snyde catcalls. In the center of the crowd
sat their leige, again hidden in the shadow of the large sedan chair.

Marie squinted, the shifting gleam of polished latex making it difficult to
focus on the imposing ruler's features. Slowly, yet firmly, a blackgloved hand
pointed a long leather riding crop to the ground in front of Marie. Looking
down, she saw that a silver tray rested in front of her knees. Reaching down,
she picked up a pair of wickedlooking pliers from the platter.

She raised her head once more, only to see the crop inches from her face,
pointing down at her bosom. In thrall, she brought the tool to her left breast
and fitted it over the nipple. She felt the nobles pinching and squeezing her
all over, leaving no flesh unprodded, and began to slowly squeeze the device
she held.

When she woke up, Marie sensed that something was very wrong. She shifted a bit
in her satin wrapping and suddenly felt a painful tug on her nipples. Aching,
she dug herself out of the tangled sheets and discovered that she was wearing a
pair of cloverstyle nipple clamps, connected with a short chain. She angrily
pulled them off with one quick jerk and tossed them into a bedroom corner.
Marie doubled over in pain as the blood suddenly returned to the tender flesh.
As quickly as she could, Marie jumped up and put them back on, wailing in
humiliation.

With eyes still wet, she got up to get ready for work. The rather small and
elegant clamps decorated her nipples, and the chain jingled as she moved. She
reached into a drawer to grab some underwear, only to find another change: the
drawer was filled to the rim with the most unbelievable collection of gags.
Dozens of them, all shapes, styles and colors. Playfully, she picked a penis
gag mounted on a rectangle plate just bigger than her mouth and sucked it in,
pressing the plate against her lips. Marie's loins warmed immediately, and her
hand wandered down toward her pussy when she realized that she had to leave
soon. She opened the next drawer to find a ridiculous collection of hoods,
masks, blindfolds and several items she could not even identify.

Marie stepped back in shock, still massaging her sore nipples around the
clamps. Someone was toying with her, she realized. She had been in a state of
arousal and confusion for several days now, and everything that happened to her
had been carefully timed and placed to throw her off guard.

Marie searched her room thoroughly now, determined to overcome the feeling of
helplessness she felt. Whoever was doing this wanted to break her, and the only
way to resist was to calm down and think things out. So far her tormentor had
used humiliation and arousal to shake her. If she could just fight those two
feelings, she could keep her wits about her and investigate.

Marie flipped through her closet, recognizing only about a third of what was
inside as hers. She had no bras and no panties aside from the rubber pair she
had taken off last night. All of the bustiers in the closet were halfcup, and
all the blouses were tight and sheer and the skirts short and bouncy.

Finally she spotted a trunk in the back of the closet that had not been there
before. Opening it revealed a leatherandchrome corset and thong, with
diagonal breast cups, shoulder straps and adjustable fasteners. Laying the
items out on her bed, she saw that the thong had twin plugs and the bra cups
had furry disks over the nipples. A little prying with a screwdriver popped the
disks out, and the plugs unscrewed with little effort.

Satisfied that it could not tease her, Marie pulled the thong about her waist.
She realized quickly that the metal buckles had round keyholes on them, like a
bike lock. This was a chastity belt.

"Well well," Marie grinned to herself. "I could do with a few days of chastity
now, so that I can focus on my work!" She snapped the belt closed and patted
the chrome panel over her mound, then set the keys aside for a moment.

The corset was a complicated device, and Marie soon realized that she would
need to cinch herself down by at least four inches before it would buckle
closed. The front piece spooned in at the stomach, and the rear lacings were
designed to cinch it just long enough that the hooks and clasps at the edges
could fasten.

Marie held it to her front, and felt the chain of the nipple clamps press into
her chest. Arousal, humiliation, and now pain, she realized.

Marie looked at the clock by her bedside. She would definitely miss her first
train, but she could get in reasonably on time if she hurried. Reaching into a
drawer she pulled out some tiny rubber bands from when she had worn a dental
retainer. They were designed to tug her jaw into a position that would improve
her bite, but they were just the right size to keep constant pressure around
her nipples.

She slowly pulled off the left clamp and began sliding the little rings around
her stiff teat, the pressure slowly easing the pain. Satisfied that it worked,
she quickly yanked off the other clamp and banded her right nipple.

Rushing now, she threaded the laces into the back of the corset and stepped
into it from above. Standing on tiptoe, she hooked the loop over a plant hook
in the ceiling and began to squat, using her own weight to cinch the device.
She had not worn a corset in years, but the memories soon began to drift back.

She exhaled and leaned against the lacings again and again, her waist
constricting down by three, then four, now four and a half inches. Just as she
was about to give up, she heard a single metallic "clink" sound. Straining, she
lifted her feet off the floor and let all the clasps fasten with a staccato
clicketyclack.

Red faced and gasping, Marie knelt and ran her hands about her nipped waist,
feeling a familiar luxurious pride at her delicious curves. She knew that she
would soon get used to breathing differently and using her hips and knees to
bend over instead of her waist. She undid the lacings and stuffed them in the
box.

Picking up the keys she began to muse over what to do with them. If she left
them in the house, whoever it was could just use them to unlock the belt and
corset. If she gave them to someone, how could she know that that person wasn't
responsible for all that was happening to her?

Marie figured she needed a few days to investigate things with a clear head.
The US postal service was slow, but reliable, making it a perfect temporary
keeper of her chastity. Marie decided to take no chances, and addressed an
envelope to Angie, figuring that it would take a little extra time to get the
keys back from her.

Another look at the clock reminded Marie that she would be late for work if she
didn't dress quickly. She pulled on a pair of thighhigh seamed black stockings
and attached them to the garters hanging from her corset. A red kneelength
aline skirt and a lowcut sheer white silk blouse went over her leather and
metal undergarments. To hide the black and silver bra cups and straps of her
corset, she pulled on a black doublebreasted jacket that hugged her nipped
waist perfectly. A red scarf covered her collar neatly.

Satisfied with her modesty despite the cleavage created by her corset and
revealed by her blouse and jacket, she slipped her feet into a pair of 4"
patent leather heels and buckled the ankle straps as best she could with her
stiff waist. Tossing on an overcoat, she grabbed her briefcase and minced her
way to the train station as quickly as she could, the envelope clutched in her
hand.

Redfaced and out of breath, she staggered into the office and stopped short.
There, sitting on her desk as if waiting for her, was Joe. Angie was sitting in
her chair, eyes downcast, fidgeting with the cord to her telephone. Joe had a
smug, selfsatisfied look on his face, and he leered at Marie as she set her
suitcase down.

"You're late." he snapped, "The boss wanted to do this himself, but since you
weren't here, I'm supposed to deliver the message." Joe held out a letter
printed on company letterhead, signed in blue ink.

"It's no secret that there have been cutbacks recently. This company is going
through hard times, and we can't afford any dead weight. From now on it's only
A players in here. Your work has been suffering lately, Marie. You've been
distracted, and we just can't afford to keep you on any longer."

"Joe! That was unnecessary!" Angelica snapped.

Joe grinned at her, and turned back to look Marie straight in the eye as she
read over her severance letter. "You'll get one month's severance pay, and you
can finish out the next week. You'll still be in the company health plan if you
want to keep paying, and you'll have access to job counseling if you need it."

Marie looked desperately into Angie's eyes, hoping to see that it was some sort
of joke. Angelica simply turned her chair around and hung her head in her
hands.

Joe pushed past Marie on his way out of the cubicle, "Of course, babe, I'm
always here for you." He chuckled as he walked back to his office.

Marie sat down at her desk, stunned. A month's pay would help cover the
American property taxes on her Aunt's home, but it couldn't last forever. She
needed to find a new job, and that might take up the time she needed to
investigate her intruder.

She thought back to the confidence counseling she had been going to. She tried
to imagine the stronger, more confident side of her personality and what it
would do in this situation.

"C'mon honey, let's go out for lunch." Angelica snapped Marie out of her daze,
and she realized that she had been daydreaming for at least an hour.

"Sure. Yes, yes. Of course." Marie cleared her throat and stood up,
straightening her skirt.

Angelica smiled weakly and tried to improve her friend's spirits, "By the way,
I love the new wardrobe! Those shoes are dead sexy. Where did you get them?"

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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The Saga of Cammi Longclit Chapter Two: Rebbat-stub by Shadowloup

Next morning Cammi performed her exercises in the open field amongst the
villagers who camped there while rebuilding their town. The priestess
Jestina took the opportunity to speak with her.

"A good morning to you, Cammi. It occurs to me that, prior to your
arrival you were bound somewhere. What was your destination?'

"I was bound for Sugnillinuc," Cammi said, pausing during a pelvic
thrust to beam a dimpled smile at the priestess.

"Really?" Jestina said. Her own friendly smile brightened her beautiful
dusky face. "This is most fortuitous, for I too have business there. My
sister has written, speaking of a dire problem she faces. I have meant to
go to her aid, yet delayed due to concerns for this village. Perhaps we
should leave together."

"But will not the town, which has collapsed, miss our aid?" Cammi asked,
thoughts muddling the clear look of her blue eyes. "Though in truth I
would like to go, for I tire of gathering faggots and cutting wood and
building huts. I crave action."

"Perhaps we should ask the village elders," Jestina replied.

Upon hastily conferring with the village elders, it was decided that
Cammi could indeed leave for Sugnillinuc with their blessing. The village
would manage, somehow, without her help, the elders said. Their broad
smiles where matched by Cammi's own, though theirs were less radiant.

Only after Jestina announced her plans to leave the village did the
smiles of those elders falter. It took twenty minutes of virulent debate,
but at the end none dared oppose the stately priestess. She too was given
their blessing to leave, albeit much more reluctantly.

Losing such a fine and holy priestess after three years of her
ministrations to the town saddened many villagers, especially the children.
Jestina spent much time bidding each family farewell. Worried that she
might suffer some deprivation while traveling, the villagers tried to ply
her with blankets, or food or water. Even parts of the recently-deceased
village ox were salted and presented to the priestess. With the greatest
reluctance did Jestina accept those, and then only after some was offered
to Cammi.

When the sun had set and risen again, Cammi and Jestina set off upon the
road. Cammi traveled light, her short, flouncy green skirt barely hiding
her prodigious clit, the two great swells of her bouncing bosom barely
contained in a swath of green cloth, her spear across one shoulder and a
sack full of supplies across the other. Jestina wore her multicolored
priestly robes. She also carried a sack of supplies, plus a wallet filled
with herbs with healing and magical properties.

Over two days were spent by the pair traversing the tree-enclosed road.
It was a little better than a well-trodden path, but not much. It wound
through the deep, dark forest, around trees and through shallow streams.

During the third day of travel, the forest gradually thinned, leaving
the ground uneven. Finally they walked upon a vast moor. Wild grasses,
untrammeled by feet of humans, bound the frail trail like a sea of
vegetation undulating in the wind. Thickets, tall and broad and
uncultivated, hid songbirds and chirping crickets.

As the two enjoyed the scene in the last glow of the sun's fading light,
they noticed dark storm clouds silently creeping in from the opposite
horizon.

Halting suddenly, Cammi looked back. Jestina did as well, though
uncertain of what she sought. All she saw were sparse trees growing more
numerous until the distant black forest began. She looked to Cammi.

"Someone is following us," Cammi said in reply to the unasked question.

During the night the clouds blotted out the moon, and the women were
greeted by an overcast, gray day where mist crept like lost spirits over
the ground.

Another two days of travel brought them to the middle of nowhere. They
still had not seen the sun; it had failed to melt through the sticky damp
gray which blotted out color and joy and warmth. Yet while the sky seemed
pregnant with rain, none fell. Big, black crows circled in the air, their
raucous callings adding to the gloom. A feeling of foreboding filled both
women.

One last day of travel brought them to a small hill where a fortified
encampment overlooked the surrounding moor. Only a thin trickle of smoke
rose from behind the towering, freshly-sharpened stakes which formed a
protective fence enclosing the town. Upon each stake sat a fat crow,
cawing loudly.

A path led to the front gate, which was closed. It remained closed
despite Cammi and Jestina's hales. At last a lone sentry stuck his
leather-helmeted head over the fence.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"To enter?" Cammi said.

The sentry snorted. "Not a chance. Think we are that stupid, beast?"

Voices from behind the sentry caused him to look down behind him as
Cammi indignantly glared up while attempting to think of a witty retort.
Jestina feared the warrioress might break the gate down in her annoyance.

After a few minutes of muffled debate, the gate opened and a priestess
flanked by two soldiers stood in the narrow entrance.

"Forgive us for our caution," the priestess said. "But our village is
under attack."

The priestess was middle-aged and very lovely, with straight, dark blond
hair falling to her shoulders like a river, and gentle laugh lines
surrounding her brown eyes. She was not laughing today, and worry etched
other lines deeply into her face. She wore priestly garb similar to
Jestina's.

The two guards with her were tall and serious in mien. They wore helms
of leather, and kept their hands on the hilts of their sheathed swords.

The priestess gestured to the village behind her, saying "I am Kilcunny,
priestess to Rumptiddifadda, and I welcome you, sister sluts. Please
forgive our inhospitality. We cannot offer even the rudiments of
accommodation, be it warm bath or hot, sweaty fuck for we are depleted and
under siege."

She beckoned the two women to follow her.

One guard protested. "How do we know they are not the beast in some
cunning disguise, ready to bugger us all off as we sleep?"

Kilcunny sighed and turned to Cammi and Jestina.

"Fear does not bring out our better natures," she said. "For the piece
of their minds, could they please view your pubic mounds? You will
understand our request when all is made clear."

Cammi raised the hem of her short skirt, and Jestina her robe.

"I do not know what you seek," Jestina started to say as her robe
reached her hips.

She was interrupted when the guards shouted "The Beast! The Beast!"

They pointed at Cammi's crotch as they drew their swords.

"I am no beast," Cammi replied calmly, green skirt held above her
generous hips, displaying her fury cooze and long, pink clit.

Kilcunny's eyebrows arched at the sight. Then she threw back her head
and laughed.

"Oh, you panicky fools. She is indeed no beast, but all woman. And
while she is over-endowed as a woman, she is not nearly as endowed as the
beast."

She smiled at the pair.

"A thousand pardons for our rudeness. Hopefully you will understand and
forgive us when you hear of our plight. As for you two..." here Kilcunny
addressed the now sheepish and red-faced guards, "...you will continue
guarding."

With that, Kilcunny motioned for the two women to follow her into the
village. As she walked, Jestina and Cammi noted that Kilcunny's gait was
very peculiar, as though something very uncomfortable protruded from
between her undulating buttocks. The guards too walked this way. As did
the dogs, pigs, poultry and everyone encountered during Jestina and Cammi's
brief journey through the village to Kilcunny's home.

As the women sat in a triangle, Kilcunny upon a large pillow, Cammi
could no longer contain her curiosity.

"What besieges your village, and how may I be of assistance?"

"We do not know," Kilcunny said. "We do know that a beast first showed
itself by molesting our livestock. After a few weeks it seemed to tire of
this sport and began molesting humans. Male, female, it does not matter.
The beast is forever aroused and craves only tight crevices in which to
plunge it's ever aroused priapus. We have even sent our children away to
protect them. Thank the goddess they left just before this unholy
everlasting twilight settled upon our village. That and the crows."

"I have heard it said that crows are messengers between realms," Jestina
said. She then looked through her sack of herbs.

"I have an ointment which will soothe your fundament," Jestina said. "I
use it myself, after the Feast of Deliverance, when my own buttocks are
bruised."

"That would be most wonderful," Kilcunny said.

She lay upon her bed of rushes, pulling up her robes to display her firm
rump. Twin bruises on each hip, the shape of two huge hands, bespoke of
her ordeal.

Jestina coated her middle finger with ointment she had produced from her
wallet of medicine, and gently spread the priestess' rump with her other
hand. With firm yet gentle strokes she urged her finger up into the tight
crinkled opening. The priestess moaned.

"That is quite nice," she said. "I swear that the beast wore me like a
man wears a cap. I will feel that attack for many weeks."

"What else can you tell us of this beast which sows so much havoc?"

"It sneaks up behind us, subduing us with its sickly sweet breath. The
next that we know is that we are bent forward and it is using our anus and
ass crack to vent its unholy lust."

"That sounds uncomfortable," Cammi said.

Kilcunny ignored her, and resumed. "What is worse, those it continues
to molest fade off into the nether realm from which it hales. Now I fear
that the entire town is being swept into that maelstrom of the twilight
spirit realm."

Still sliding her finger deep inside the priestess' fud, Jestina asked
"Have you tried communicating with it?"

"If it does speak, it is only with guttural grunts and groans," the
priestess said, adding "Mind you, I was busy with grunts and groans of my
own as it pressed its massive column of flesh up my backside."

"I meant no offense. It merely sounded as though the beast possessed
some sort of intelligence. Please forgive me," Jestina said.

"We have sore sphincters and little sleep, so please forgive my own
abruptness. The creature is dragging us into the twilight, but I think not
out of ambition. Rather, I think it is like a wolf leaving spoor behind.
It knows no other way."

"I do not fear this beast," Cammi announced. "I have fought many
beasts, some with two backs. I shall not rest until this beast is
eliminated from your countryside."

With that Cammi arose and strode out of the hall. Kilcunny and Jestina
paused to read each other's face.

"She is generous of spirit, although there are times when she could
shoot an arrow at the sky and miss," Jestina said.

"She will need more than bravery to fight the instrument of our current
peril, Kilcunny said.

She called for a guard. "Make certain our two guests are provided for,"
Kilcunny told the one who appeared.

The guard grunted in obedience, then led Jestina, and also Cammi, who
had become lost a few paces from the hut, to another hut where he and
several other guards roasted several fowls on a spit over a dreary little
fire.

Throughout the meal Jestina expected both she and Cammi to be ogled by
the guards, or to feel fingers brushing accidentally upon their bodies, or
at the very least to be the subject of rude jokes. None of this happened.
The guards ate in desultory silence accentuated by the raucous calling of
the birds.

Jestina and Cammi watched the night. It was decided by the pair that
the hunting would be better done on the moor. The guards reluctantly shook
their heads, but offered no better suggestion. Only one was brave enough
to accompany them and act as guide.

The trio set off into the night. Cammi was armed with her spear, the
warrior a sword and flaming torch, and Jestina carried another torch. They
peered out into the inky wet darkness which made the light from their
flames seem very feeble.

"Where is this beast?" Cammi demanded of their guide when they were a
bow shot from the village.

"I know not, ma'am. He makes his presence felt, but by then it's too
late," the guard said.

They looked about in the dark once more. Faintly, like mist scrapping
against a rock, came a slight sound. Unslinging her spear, Cammi marched
off to investigate the noise.

"Wait!" Jestina cried as her friend was swallowed by the dark.

A few seconds later a muffled grunt answered her, then Cammi shouted
"Oh, you rotten fuck!" while some other thing let loose a guttural grunts
of its own.

The priestess and a sentry stalked cautiously toward the panting. A
sharp yelp from Cammi announced the conclusion of some heinous act.

As Jestina looked about for her comrade, the sentry she was with gave a
muffled yell of his own. Jestina was just able to see his boots kicking
into the empty air as he too disappeared in the misty night. His torch
sputtered upon the ground. Soon more muffled grunts came from beyond the
fire's light.

The night pressed in around Jestina as she fought back panic. For
several minutes she wandered about, lost, shouting "Cammi? Where are you?
Are you all right?"

A sickly sweet odor assailed her. It seemed to come from everywhere,
yet nowhere. Two big, hairy hands, with clawed nails gripped her shoulders
and she heard a panting sound. She was rudely bent over, and her skirt
flipped up over her shoulders. Cold night air slapped her open crotch.

Jestina gasped, her mouth open in shock as an erect penis was pushed
deep up her entrails till she felt as though it would come out her throat.
Two hands gripped her hips, trapping her so she could not escape the
thrusting.

Cammi staggered into the torch light, her spear probing the murk. She
spied Jestina and the rutting beast.

As Jestina was utterly shafted, Cammi thrust her spear at the beast.
The blow would have felled a tree. It went through the beast's chest as
though it were going through a deep, muddy mire.

The creature took no notice, and continued thrusting deep up Jestina's
backside.

With a cry, Jestina orgasmed against her will. The beast made a half
snarl, half howl as it spasmed up her rump. It then dropped her rudely on
the ground, ass up in the night air. Spermy gunk bubbled from her slowly
closing anus.

The beast wiped its cock on the hem of Jestina's skirt, scratched its
balls and ambled off into the night, fading slowly as though it were
becoming one with the mist.

Cammi chased after the beast, but found nothing. Befuddled, she
returned to the still supine Jestina. The priestess was slowly composing
herself, her rump jutting up into the night.

Cammi clucked in sympathy as she looked down on the abused asshole which
bubbled with milky white sperm. The stickiness in her own tush spoke of
her own defilement. She winced in discomfort as she bent to help the
priestess regain her feet. The pair slowly made their way back to the
village.

"I could not follow the beast," Cammi said as they walked. "It is as
though it disappeared, like it never was. I could not even strike it with
my spear."

"That is passing strange. The beast seems to be made of nothing
substantial, yet my poor bunghole cries out that the experience was quite
real."

At the village gates Kilcunny and several warriors awaited them, holding
aloft torches to keep the shadows at bay. Upon seeing the pair, Kilcunny
looked in vain for their guardian. Jestina shook her head sadly.

"The beast got him, I fear."

The men grumbled as the pair were led inside and to the home of
Kilcunny. "What sort of beast is this?" one asked.

"I believe it to be a Rebbat-stub," Jestina said. "Though I am
uncertain since I have only heard of them and never before encountered one.
They are creatures of half twilight, and they have an insatiable appetite
for anal sex."

It was all she could say before slipping off into sleep.

Upon awaking the next morning, Jestina called a meeting where she
announced a plan of action which she had thought of during the night.

"We shall make Cammi half-shadow herself so she will be able to battle
the beast," she said.

So as the late afternoon dwindled, and after partaking of several hares
roasted over a fire, Jestina and Cammi and a soldier made their way to
Kilcunny's hut. There Cammi's body was painted and anointed with oils and
herbs. Her left tit was painted blue, her right red. Her face was also
decorated in swirls. Jestina then painted eyes on Cammi's rump cheeks and
titties so the beast would not be certain which way the warrioress faced.

"I will grease up your sphincter so if you are taken unawares you will
not be overly discomforted," Jestina said.

"That sounds like fun," Cammi replied.

Jestina scooped up some of her ointment, spreading it upon her middle
finger. Cammi bent to allow Jestina to spread her rump cheeks and anoint
the tender, tight rosebud there. Slowly but inexorably, Jestina's finger
slipped deeper into the forbidden channel.

Recalling something she had half forgotten, Jestina beckoned to a man
standing nearby with her free hand.

"Cammi, you must suck him."

"Why?" Cammi asked with a grunt. "Not that I mind, but is there time?"

"Your strength increases when your face is wet with seed," the priestess
replied, still diligently pushing with her finger.

Cammi smiled at the man from her bent position. The priestess' finger
soothed the muscular ache in her hindquarters, yet caused an ache of a
different sort in her loins, which were buttering up nicely. She looked at
the guard, a large bulge filling his trousers while he watched the pair.
One of Cammi's dimpled smiles assured him she was hungry for something
other than food.

The man, now blushes and thumbs, lowered his trousers. His dick,
already erect, popped up, proud to be of service. Cammi tongued him,
playing with his balls using her fingernails. He only lasted a few
seconds. His first spurt caught her full on her face, painting yet another
color onto her dimpled cheek. More spurts matted the golden bangs above
her brow.

Jestina now used her other hand to play with Cammi's pussy lips, and to
caress that huge womanly organ. Cammi gasped out her satisfaction.

Jestina removed her fingers, causing Cammi to give a post orgasmic moan.

"I think you are ready," the priestess said, giving her comrade a
friendly slap on the meat of her plump pink ass.

Cammi yelped. "Please don't do that," she said.

It was at this point Kilcunny entered the hut. She arched an eyebrow at
the naked, dyed and sperm-ridden Cammi, the guard who was busy hoisting up
his trousers, and Jestina who was equally busy wiping her finger.

"I thought you should know that it is now, as near as we can reckon in
this accursed twilight, time for the beast to appear," Kilcunny said.

Though none actually spoke of it, Cammi's body was the subject of many
looks by the soldiers whom she passed on her way to the gate. Lathered
with paint and lubricated for any eventuality, Cammi felt supremely
confident. She strode forward, clad only in her painted skin. Her nipples
were erect and her clit was outstanding. Jestina barely had time to grab
her wallet of herbs before running to catch up with her companion.

Kilcunny gave them both a blessing before ordering the gates to be
opened. Cammi strode into the night, Jestina following behind as her torch
bearer, and, if necessary, magic wielder.

Save for the missing guard, this night was a repetition of the last.
The air was chill and misty, the night quiet.

"What is that sound?" Cammi asked.

"I hear nothing," Jestina said.

"I hear footsteps. Stealthy, but not stealthy enough," Cammi said.

Jestina still heard nothing, but suspected that Cammi was gaining a
heightened awareness of the spirit realm .

Cammi pointed in a direction. Jestina looked, but merely discerned a
shape slightly lighter than the surrounding dark. By chewing on some
special herbs Jestina able to gaze into the spirit realm herself.

The beast had a lupine face, with red eyes that glowed like dying embers
in a fire. Long, cat-like whiskers snaked out from the muzzle. Curled
horns like those on rams spiraled round its wolfish head. Its muscled,
furry arms ended with human-like hands and fingers terminating with long
talons. Even the beast's toes possessed talons which ripped up the ground.
Its chest was also muscular, and was black like leather.

The creature was indeed not as stealthy tonight as it had been the
previous. It took two steps, sniffed the air cautiously, then advance
another two steps before sniffing again. The direction of its two-legged
walk steadily brought it closer to Cammi. It seemed confused by the
warrioress' presence.

When it was within the torch light Cammi struck. Using all her might,
she hurled her spear. But her aim was off due to a thick white gout of
spunk clinging to her hair in front of her left eye.

The shaft rang hollowly when it struck the beast's shoulder and knocked
it upon its great hairy ass. It screamed with anger, its cries rending the
night.

It scrambled to its feet much faster than its bulk suggested and ran
full into Cammi. Both fell over, rolling on the ground, attempting to gain
some purchase upon the other. Jestina could not determine whom was getting
the better of whom.

When Jestina was able to discern who was winning, her heart leaped to
her throat. The beast was behind Cammi, gripping her blue and red rump
with its great taloned hands. Cammi wore an indignant expression on her
face as her tight rump was invaded for a second time in as many nights. As
the beast thrust, she grunted. Her grunts increased in duration and
loudness as the beast merrily rutted away. Then a smile slowly spread on
her face.

With a mighty grunt from deep in her throat, Cammi squeezed her anus,
trapping the column of flesh within. Now the beast roared, smacking her
ass in its efforts to dislodge its member from the now uncomfortably tight
rump.

Cammi set her teeth, squeezed even tighter, and fell forward. A
terrifying yowl shook the night as the beast fell backwards, grabbing its
crotch. Its yowl grew higher in pitch as it grasped its groin and ran off
into the night.

Jestina rushed to her fallen companion.

"Are you wounded?"

The still spurting genitalia was lodged deeply inside Cammi's rectum, a
sticky black liquid oozed from base of the detached penis. The gasping
blond looked up at Jestina through sweaty, sticky bangs.
"Could you please, please, remove that?"

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