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  • “Or what?” She narrowed her eyes, her fingers opening around the hilt of her sword. I didn’t doubt that the former head-ranger outmatched me, for I’d seen with my own eyes the blinding quickness with which she could use a blade. Everyone had. It had been a wise show of force on her part. “You’ve come because you need something from me.” I said, “As acting tribe japanese leader, I am entitled to a tithe from any outsider seeking my audience. Your young girlfriend will make a suitable offering, but of course, it is up to her.” “I’m sorry…” Furia blubbered to Adrianna, “I can’t stop myself…” Adrianna stopped ten feet away. “You should let go of her, Certiok.” “Why would I do that?” I grinned, reached into Furia’s loincloth, and pulled out her weapon. I couldn’t help but break my maleficent character to gaze wondrously at it. It was hairless, bronze and smooth, ornamented with thick branching veins, curving and leaking at its apex. It was without a doubt, the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I smelled its length, and my mouth flooded with saliva. Oh, when a scent! I cornered my eyes on the woman that used to be Thomas Adarian, the most hated elf in the Great Forest, and I licked her captive lover’s cock from tits base to tip. “I’m sorry!” Furia cried again, the sound rich with anguish and desire. Adrianna studied the situation, then exotic took a step back, and sat on my bed. To my shock, she began to strip. “I wondered…” she soliloquized as she unbuttoned her shirt, “why it was Yavara could make hybrid elves when none of Alkandi’s past incarnations could.” I stared at her, but my tongue still worked Furia’s shaft, too delicious to resist. “It puzzled me greatly,” Adrianna continued, taking off her boots, “but then I saw Elena’s succubus slaves, and the realization struck me. Yavara’s mother had lain with an incubus.” My lips opened on their own accord, wrapping around Furia’s head, my tongue swirling to taste all it could. Oriental Adrianna pulled off her shirt, revealing her magnificent breasts, “When an incubus and succubus mate, one will be enslaved by the other. Since we already have succubus blood in our veins, Elena’s victims never stood a chance. But why did we transform in the first place?” “Certiok... please… stop…” Furia moaned, surrendering in all but her words. But I was just as trapped as she was, unable to cease the sensual motions of my mouth. “An incubus’s enslavement is like a virus that infects its host upon orgasm. It seems that Alkandi had some fun with the genetics at her disposal, for while in utero, she made Yavara’s transformation a sexually-transmitted disease. Because succubi and dark-elves are universal females, the disease changes all elves to women, but if you’re already a woman, then the incubus genetics take hold, and pervert your gender as only the Dark Queen would have it.” Adrianna slid off her pants, exposing her thick legs and small pussy, “The effect seems to be amplified when the hermaphroditic hybrid is under duress. Are you feeling it, Certiok?” She strutted across the room, and wrapped an arm around her paramour. She grasped Furia’s base, her fingertips hardly meeting, and she withdrew, revealing the nine inches of saliva-coated cock I’d somehow managed to get in my throat. “And as you can see,” she chuckled, “the incubus gene is very, very, very pronounced in young Furia. And you’ve put her under so much stress, the poor girl.” “Give it back!” I almost wept in need. Adrianna grinned fucking at me, “And you sought to humiliate me, Certiok?” She stroked Furia possessively, her eyes downcast superiorly, looking at me with that old imperial hatred. I didn’t know why it turned me on so much. “I would hear you beg, proud orc princess.” Your girls love you more than anything I have ever seen in my life time. When I got back to the boat I showered then phoned Pau. It was some kind of cruel joke. It was a warm day, the sunlight feeling naughty on my naked tits. japanese But now what? It was a sort of ‘sticky wet’ fucking feeling as I moved about. “Yea milk me. Make me fill you up with my cum. The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, take my clothes off, put my robe on and come back. “I’m so proud of you, ya little sap.” she continued as she broke the hug, only to kiss me on the cheek. I absolutely loved and lusted after her tiny little body, but somehow the “no dating” thing stuck in my head and equated with “no exotic anything” and I became like her big brother. "They appear to be heading south towards the United States." How did I once again end up doing something like this? I instead added that she found it moral to show her body. Just to be Oriental safe. Daddy fucked me brutally for a few more seconds as I came and then held his dick deep inside me. I felt him pulsing as he climaxed and my body went limp around him. He then took the belt and slid it between the lips of her sex between her legs. Without taking his fingers off the computer keyboard, Tamers averted his eyes towards the glass front doors waiting to confirm his guess. I started moving the rose around her body. First call me Daddy when we are outside, two, if any one asks you were in a bad car accident. "You're sure they are completely correct?" 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Sadly that was not to be as my husband worked long hours and was often tired when he returned home and showed little interest in sex. Sure he made token attempts and I tried my best as a dutiful wife to become pregnant saying devotions to Kama Deva for sex and procreation, I even laid my head on the genitals of Unmatta Bhairava, but nothing worked. Eventually we stopped trying and 10 years ago sex stopped altogether as my husband would work long hours leaving me alone in our comfortable house. I sought solace online by learning to use the internet and getting my husband to buy the latest computer so that when he was working I could scour the web for sex. As time went on my searches became more debauched and I moved from just plain male / female web sites to more & more extreme sites. I had no access to sex toys but had a variety of thums up soda bottles that partially satisfied my needs, ranging from the small through to the large family bottles when my urges became too much. I would often wander the house naked parading myself in front of the mirror, examining my body critically from every angle, wondering if it would please an unknown lover. Sometimes cursing as I wondered why my husband could not get an erection and satisfy my needs, was I that ugly? I could not divorce him as the shame and stigma would have been too much for both myself and my family and taking a lover was fraught with the dangers of discovery, I was well and truly trapped. At my pleading my husband, against his better judgement, had bought me a scooter which allowed me to nip through the crowded streets of Mumbai, often with reckless abandonment to at least feel the rush of air on my face giving a flash of freedom. I would of course be properly dressed in my sari ensuring that the hem was correctly pulled over my head and face as a married woman. I drove for miles leaving the city behind me and heading to the beach or secluded woods where I could indulge in my guilty, but so pleasurable sin, I loved to be naked outdoors. The pure rush of joy mixed with the fear of being discovered was such a heady combination as I would unwind my sari until I was completely naked. Then I would lie on my back, crawl on all fours, dance in the sunlight, rejoicing at the sheer freedom of it all, often touching myself and bringing myself to a climax. It was last May that I took the step that led me to where I am today, five months with no rain and even in Mumbai the heat and humidity had become unbearable. I had travelled far to the north of Mumbai crossing Manori Creek into Uttan and then headed to the coast, a journey of less than 40km but in the madness we call the roads could often take 2 hours. I knew there were deserted and secluded areas where I could strip and bath naked in the sea without detection. When I arrived at my secret spot I had to leave the scooter and clamber through the rocks to the beach and there the sea shone like a pool of liquid silver and the sun shone so brightly it caused shimmers to rise from the sand. Stripping quickly I rushed to the sea and plunged into the refreshing water delighting in how it caressed my naked skin like the touch of the lover I yearned for. Leaving the water, I spread my red sari like a blanket under me and laid on the sun letting its rays caress me and dry me. As I felt the warmth tickle my skin I couldn’t help but touch, picturing a lover in my mind as I closed my eyes and gently rolled each nipple in turn before sending my fingers lower japanese in search of my slit. Planting a sole of Oriental each foot on the ground I opened my knees wide as if inviting the sun to penetrate my inner regions and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other causing me to moan and writhe as the sensations washed through me. Not wanting to stain my sari I rolled tits over and got onto all fours, arching my ass to the sun, like I was offering myself to be fucked by it. Resting my breasts and shoulders on the ground I arched my ass up and reached under and back with my hand rubbing my nub, wishing I had something bigger to satisfy my needs. I glanced between my legs and that is when I saw them. Just on the shore line were two black dogs, whether they were strays or domesticated I could not tell but as they approached cautiously, drawn by the scent I could see they were both males. It was then that in my height of sexual frenzy I made my lust fuelled decision. This was something I had fantasised about, something I had talked about online, something I had bought myself to many orgasms imagining, I was ready to become a dog slut. Reaching into my purse I pulled my phone from my bag and looking at the dogs framed by my inner thighs with my natural pubic hair clearly showing I clicked a picture for posterity and then remained there waiting. I didn't have to wait long before exotic my patience was rewarded as the smaller of the two dogs sniffed a few times, his cold wet nose sending shivers through me. Then came the moment that made me realised I was to be hooked on dog cock for ever. He licked me, not just a small lick, but a lick that went from clit to anal star with his rough tongue that nearly sent me over the top. It’s quite a compliment.” Oh man she was fucking loving it. “I just have to live with you! With...” “She's sucking so hard tits on my cock.” You know a lot about biology, you know humans can’t do sexual acts in their sleep.” “Wait, wait!” she moaned, her body trembling. I wondered how far I should exotic let them go. fucking She wanted to showoff some more. As I turned onto my street I was glad to see my parent's car wasn't in the driveway. Gloria had been around plenty, but he'd japanese intentionally avoided being alone with her. I was thinking to myself, dinner tonight. “I didn’t, I Oriental swear.” I said as I shook my head. Bella didn’t know that Carly could make her life even worse. I stroked her belly while I feasted on her. But I didn’t say anything to Jon.