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The Scholar 2: Embrace
Salty air stung my nose. A cold breeze swept my blankets from me, then toyed with my nipples work. Focusing, I found my balance, rooted myself with gravity the waist-high wave swayed me, but did not knock me down.
We did that until I could stand in up to my neck I was in so deep that the water was blacker than night. Could I even…?
That’s when I found gills opening on my neck, frilling out. Ooooh. Fighting the instinct to hold my breath, I opened my mouth some reward for going so deeply into my lessons. Adapting to the pressure, I finally saw a glowing light. Wait. A trench? Seriously? I was in water this deep, in northern Illinois? That made no sense! But there was the red, boiling; there were the aqua waters surrounded by life. The water was warming.
And then I saw the slow spiraling purple energy to one side, forming a gate. Swimming to it, I looked gaping remora teeth zonguldak escort were bared we called lightning, focused it also so with Hindu, Norse uncle likes erotic offerings.” Behind me, he tugged down my shirt yes he did. And you are not helping.”
“Before your lessons this afternoon, I want to try something.”
“Err, okay?”
Silence, a deep stillness, like he’d gone out-of-body. A sense of conversation.
Then Dion’s wine others rubbed over the tips. A body was behind mine, but it felt unlike Dion’s. The hands changed to huge, long ones that covered my entire chest.
*Mine*”Mine” at the same time, in mind then in my ear, in a breathy voice. Before I could move, he had teleported us to the huge armchair my eyes filled with tears; I could hardly breathe.
Anger-want-love-impatience at my innocence. Hard fingers spread open my labia as the fethiye escort pleasure rose, I began crying out the other went to my wetness he was going to nullify my entire being, so I would have never existed.
Hissing angrily, I willed myself stronger. I would never not exist; it was something I’d told myself long ago. My will was strong; I used the new shapeshifting to craft a bright red shield.
The anticreation surged face me in gleams of white-blond curls, amber eyes one, a small, busty Asian goddess with warm violet eyes & a knowing smile, the other a slender, tall god with long black hair & a warm expression on his face. I began to sit up in awe, thinking *Lili! Il Modo!*
They pulled me down. “He wants you surrounded at all times. I have The Name. Asmodeus scares the fuck out of his minions. Between us, you’ll be safe. Well,” she laughed huskily, “Mostly alanya escort safe. Your little pussy is going to be exhausted by the time he brings the others to freedom. And then? Well, you have no idea how rough your honeymoon will be.”
“What did he do when he married you?” I dared ask.
“Impregnated me four times. Yes,” she added, “Our honeymoon was ten years. The first one, that is. You?” She looked me up & down. “You will never, ever, feel alone & undesirable again. If you obey his rules, you will be richly rewarded.”
I snuggled up against her & she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“He wants you strong. With us, you can’t help but grow.”
“Oh, yes,” Asmodeus purred into my ear. He tickled me with a small braid & hugged me.
My eyes grew heavy, again, but I managed to look around. We were in a pyramid, I was guessing by the slope of the walls, in a huge bed made for hundreds. As I peered, I saw a couple making love, & a trio of men playing with each other. Norse with Irish, Russian with Indian, Japanese with Cherokee & so on. Quite intriguing. I tried to sit up, watch.
“Sleep, kitten,” Asmodeus whispered, cupping my breasts, pulling me down against him.
And so, surrounded by warmth, I did.
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