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Without saying a word, I grabbed her hips and pressed the underside of my cock against her, bending my legs slightly so I could get the length of my erection against her ass. At the lewd contact, a rush of vital pleasure shot through me, dulling the aches and pains I'd racked up from training. “Eh!” she yelped in surprise, body stiffening. The muscles of her backside tightened reflexively, providing a wonderfully firm resistance against my rock-hard manhood. “Your ass feels just as good as it looks, Warden…” I said in a low, rough whisper as I flexed my cock against her ass. Even through the fabric of my loose-fitting gray pants and her tight garment, I could feel the slight pliability of her athletic butt at the pressure exerted by my erection. “Firm, but still with just the right amount of give…” A shudder of growing arousal rippled through her as the tension in her body melted away. “Thank you…” she said airily. I grinned at her breathy, short answer, relishing how the u
The warden watched me expectantly, her dark eyes silently promising an imminent, obscene counterattack. “My apologies, I appear to have forgotten the phone and left it on the bookshelf. Won’t you retrieve it so you can begin downl0ading the bestiary?” If I get the phone, she’ll do something, but if I stay put in my chair, she’ll pounce on me when her timer goes off. There’s no good answer, but it would be better to find out exactly how much time is left so I’m not surprised when the alarm goes off. “Or I can get it if you’re unwilling for some reason,” she continued, speaking through a mischievous grin. “No, I got it,” I said, unwieldy excitement rushing through me and erection at full mast as I got to my feet. Her face tilted down slightly as she glanced at my cock while I rose before flicking her attention back up to make eye contact with me. As I walked past her, we both rotated our bodies to keep the other in sight, me stepping sideways before continuing on backwards while
My back thudded against the bookcase as the warden insistently pressed into me, the length of my cock wedging upwards against the lower half of her stomach. Waves of pleasure rumbled through me as it flexed, the underside of my manhood pushing eagerly at the wonderful pressure of her body. She released my shirt, seeming to be satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere, and her hands slipped behind me and under my shirt, her tits mashing against me as she explored the muscles of my back with her warm fingers. There was something to be said for wanting to be the one in control and ‘running the show’, but the way she’d practically pounced on me like a cat helped me appreciate the other side of the coin a bit more. It felt good, the way she’d fiercely taken control… how she made it clear in no uncertain terms that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I had to admit, that in this moment being the one on the receiving end of being ‘taken’ was just as hot as being the one doing the ‘takin
Atop the thick tome, the display on my phone lit up to reveal some cursory information about the bestiary. —----------------------- Medium: Book Title: Hran’s Bestiary Author: Oran Hran Pages: 329 Space Required: 28% Estimated Time for Downl0ad: 355 minutes. Begin Downl0ad? —----------------------- “Almost six hours?” I groaned. The warden shrugged, not looking terribly surprised. “It is an unfortunately lengthy amount of time… However, it does make a certain amount of sense. This book is rich with information and contains many illustrations, so it stands to reason it would take a fair amount of time to take it all in.” “Yeah, I guess.” I had reached the same conclusion, but I still wasn't happy about it. “I believe the best course of action would be to begin the process for ‘Hran’s Bestiary’ now, as it is currently still early in the afternoon. The phone should be finished absorbing the information around the time we take dinner, which should leave for enoug
The warden and I stood in front of the mystery door on the second floor of Stone Lock’s main chamber, and to my annoyance she still had yet to tell me what was behind it. “You’re certain that is your final answer?” she asked me with an obnoxious amount of teasing smugness. “Yes, this goes to your room.” “Would you like to make a wager?” I narrowed my eyes at her. “No… you’re clearly trying to trick me somehow.” Her shoulder thumped as she leaned against the wall. She crossed her arms and flashed me a challenging smile. “What makes you believe that? You seemed so sure on our way here from the library.” She’s definitely got some kind of trick up her sleeve to make my guess wrong… or it really doesn’t go to her room and there’s some other door I haven’t seen yet somewhere. “Call it a hunch…” I grumbled, continuing to see mischief in her dark eyes. “Now, Bryan, isn’t it also possible I’m trying to shake your confidence because your answer is indeed correct?” she said encouragingly
As the warden and I entered the dining room, I noticed two places set, one at the head of the far side of the table and the other at the corner next to it. I made my way to the corner seat, finding chicken, potatoes, various greens, and a glass of water. It was a simple meal, but as with everything I’d had the pleasure of eating since coming to Stone Lock, the food somehow looked more enticing than what I’d had back home. Maybe because all the meat and vegetables back home are lab grown? Or maybe it’s the lighting? These crystals make everything look more vibrant, it’s almost like firelight that doesn’t flicker. I glanced up at the crystal hanging over the table, enjoying the warmth of the light radiating from it. “What’re these crystals called?” I asked, gesturing offhandedly at the crystalline light. She slipped out of her coat and draped it over the backrest of the simple wooden chair before taking a seat. “It's known as a sun shard.” “Huh, is it something you’d mine? Like
It had been seven days since the warden told me about amalgams over dinner. During that week, my days had been spent just as she’d outlined: exercise, sparring, and holding sheath stance in the morning, followed by dodging her rocks and dirt clods in the afternoon. There’d also been unpredictable bouts of sexual battle-teasing scattered throughout each of those days, but neither of us had yet to lose control, even with our current tease timers being one minute. I had to admit, I was surprised at how much self-control we’d both displayed… or perhaps ‘how stubborn we both were’ would be a better way to put it. I jogged through the thick greenery of the grasslands. Beads of sweat ran down my face and bare chest, the day starting to warm up as the sun rose further into the clear blue mid-morning sky. Wearing her black coat over her white pants and tucked-in button-up shirt, the warden read a book on a small stretch of the stone road cutting through the grasslands. Sitting with her le
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y