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After that first sparring match on the third day, I made a point of talking with Emmy at least once a day. Sometimes it was for only a minute, sometimes it was for a half an hour. Sometimes we talked about her life, about Viking culture, and about combat theory. Other times we talked about nothing at all.

On the sixth day, I found time in the late evening. The other Zavalan girl was asleep when I walked in. There was a thick bandage around her chest, but I could tell that, like Emmy, the girl didn’t have much bust underneath. I was beginning to think that these people on average had smaller breasts than Clan women. It wasn’t a bad thing, just different.

Emmy was still awake and sat up when she spotted me. I asked how she was doing, and she responded cheerfully that she was feeling much better. We briefly continued our conversation from the previous day before she asked, “Why am I here?”

I explained to her that Viking culture respected warriors of great strength and skill, regardless of whether they were friend or foe. Normally, captured warriors became slaves. However, warriors that demonstrated great skill in honorable combat, witnessed by at least one Chosen warrior, were allowed to join Clan society.

“You are villein—an honorary member of the Clans now. You are entitled to the same rights as any of my karls—free men and women,” I explained.

“What if I don’t want to be a part of your society?” she asked, “What if I want to leave?”

“Under normal circumstances, you would be required to stay. But I will grant you leave to do as you wish,” I told her, “You are free to go to another town, or you can choose to stay here. It’s your choice.”

Emmy paused for a second to absorb my words.

“What about Alena?” she asked, indicating the other girl.

“She is thrallsvar. It’s hard to explain in your language… She is a slave, but higher than a slave. She belongs to Torstein, but she has more rights and can earn her freedom.”

Emmy didn’t like that answer very much, and our conversation ended there.

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On the seventh day, I came in late in the afternoon. After checking up on my wounded warriors, I walked over to Emmy. She was her usual cheerful self as I approach. Her friend Alena was asleep again.

“Does she ever wake up?” I asked.

“She suffered internal damage when the arrow pierced her chest, so she will take longer to heal,” Emmy replied, holding her nose and doing her best to imitate old Sigrid’s nasally voice.

“And how are you doing, girl?” I inquired.

She looked cross. “A have a name you know, and it’s not ‘girl’.”

I laughed. “Who is your mother, Emmy?”

“I don’t have a mother, or a father. They died of plague about a year ago,” she replied sadly. From the sudden hoarseness of her voice, I could tell it was still an emotional wound as raw as any of her physical ones. “So no, you didn’t kill them. But you did kill practically everybody else I knew.” She sniffed and shook her head angrily.

During most of our interactions, Emmy’s mood had remained cheerful. But every once in a while, that façade would fall away. It was a reminder that despite her cheerful and tough demeanor, Emmy was still a young girl that had recently experienced a lot of trauma.

“I won’t apologize for attacking Zavala or the actions of my warriors. War and conquest is our way of life, and it is the only way my people can survive.

“Less than five years ago,” I continued, “we fought vicious wars against ourselves. Our homelands are poor and our population had grown too large. Our society stood on the brink of destruction. Clan fought Clan for food, fishing rights, and petty amounts of gold and land. Bandits roamed unchecked. Thousands died in combat and tens of thousands more starved. My parents and sister were amongst them. I was ten when Earl Bjorg and his men attacked our village. They butchered my father and raped my mother and sister to death as I watched, hiding in the rafters.

“Then, a powerful jarl discovered new lands across the great waters to the east and to the south. These lands were fertile and rich with gold. He convinced the jarls to stop their in-fighting with the promise of greater land and wealth abroad. He proclaimed himself King—jarl of jarls—and united the Clans in an effort to conquer these lands and save our people.

“We of the Clans are never going back to that. Every one of my warriors experienced the Dark Times, either as warriors or as children. Every one of them has a story like mine. We are never going back. And I would sack a thousand villages to prevent it from happening again.”

Emmy sat in silence for a few minutes. I thought she was done speaking with me, so eventually I turned to go.

“Melanie,” she said, still facing away from me, “my mother’s name was Melanie.”

“Then you are Emmy Melaniedotter, Emmy daughter of Melanie,” I said gently, “Keep her name and memory in your heart.”

As I stood and walked out, I could hear her sobbing quietly.

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Emmy was a bit subdued on the eighth day; but surprising, she was still willing to talk to me. Alena was finally awake, and I got the chance to introduce myself. Unfortunately, our meeting was cut short when Freyr ran in and informed me that a messenger had arrived.

As soon as I realized a Zavalan had escaped the village, I sent a messenger on horseback back to the coast. It was at least a five-day ride to and from the coast and even longer by foot. He carried two messages. The first was to my cousin, Gunnar Chillsend, who was with my remaining two hundred warriors camped with the Clan main force. I ordered him to bring every warrior he had and all the weapons, carts, and siege engines that he could beg, borrow, or steal to Zavala immediately. The second message was to King Hrothgar. I informed him of the conquest of Zavala and offered it to him as staging base for future attacks. I also informed him that I expected an enemy counterattack very shortly and requested that he send reinforcements and aid.

I read Gunnar’s letter first. He informed me that the first column of 80 warriors would arrive in ten days’ time. Another column of 50 would arrive the day after. The remaining 40 warriors that were available, under the command of Noll Wagonram, would bring two ballistae and the supply trains. They would likely arrive two days after that. In sum, in six days (the fourteenth day), I would have an additional 80 warriors, bringing my total contingent to 160. A day later, and I would have 50 more. I expected the enemy to attack exactly around that time. It would be close, but it looked like most of my reinforcements would make it in time.

I opened the King’s letter next.

“Gods damn that man!” I roared, throwing the message across the square. Two black crows cawed loudly in protest and flapped away from a now-vacant stall.

The message was not from King Hrothgar but rather from Jarl Hallr Ormarr, the King’s assistant. He and I had never gotten along. I could not imagine why, though the fact that I had shoved a knife into his brother’s gullet probably had something to do with it. Jarl Ormarr congratulated me on my conquest of Zavala and said that he would inform the King about it “at some point”. He claimed the King’s armies were needed “elsewhere,” but that reinforcements would be sent to me “as soon as they became available.”

I knew exactly what Jarl Ormarr was up to. He could not avoid telling the King of my conquest forever, but he would wait just long enough to ensure the King could send me no timely aid. In the meantime, my forces would be left to defend the town alone against a large attack. If I succeeded, my forces would be severely depleted. If I failed, Jarl Ormarr was in a prime position to re-capture the city for himself. It was a win-win situation for him.

I cursed him before the gods and swore that I would get my revenge.

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On the nineth day, Emmy asked to be allowed to return to her old home.

“Are you old enough to live by yourself, kid?” I asked.

“I’m thirteen summers old!” she cried, “If I’m old enough to make babies, I’m old enough to live on my own!”

“Ho ho, so there’s no hope for your chest size, eh? I guess you’re stuck looking like a little kid!” I guffawed.

Her eyes flashed with anger, but only for a moment. By now she knew there was no ill intent behind the perceived insult. She pouted until I told her that the house was hers. I told her she was a free person; she could do whatever she wanted. She moved back in that afternoon, but gave me an open invitation to drop by.

I dropped by in the evening of the eleventh day. She came to the door and beckoned me inside. A small fire was down to the embers in the hearth. On the shelf above stood a few small wooden figurines—a bird, a fish, a rabbit, a fox. Hung on the wall lay two spears and a bow. Two cushioned chairs were pushed in under a small wooden dining table. The remains of the third chair were in the firewood pile.

“It’s a very nice place,” I said.

“Thanks, though it’s kinda lonely,” she said glumly.

“Are you okay here by yourself?”

“I’m used to living on my own by now, so it’s fine.”

I sat in awkward silence and watched as Emmy fussed around with some wooden dishes in a water basin. She was naked once more, save for the bandages around her torso and right thigh.

Well, she is in her own home, I thought to myself.

There was a pile of dressings on a shelf, and I noticed that her own bandages showed signs of dried blood.

“Want some help changing your dressings?” I asked.

“That’d be great, thanks,” she said.

She moved by the hearth and untied the bandages. She bared her breasts first, then the rest of her torso, then the bandage around her thigh so that she stood completely naked before me. I circled her slowly, examining her wounds. The cut on her back was healing nicely, and pinkish flesh was now visible beneath scabbed tissue. The deep gash in her thigh was also healing, but had not yet closed. A little blood trickled down her leg as a result. Sigrid had done an excellent job re-stitching Emmy’s left side, and the wounded showed signs of great progress. Still, it too continued to bleed.

“Let’s get these cleaned before we put on more dressings,” I said.

“Whatever you say, gramps,” she replied.

“Hey! I’m not old enough to be your grandfather! In fact my eldest son is about your…” A hammer’s blow struck me in the chest, nearly causing me to double over. My throat felt like it was being squeezed as I choked on the words. I swallowed heavily to clear it, as a lump formed where the words had caught.

“Well, he would have been about your age,” I said.

“What happened?” asked Emmy.

I didn’t answer; it was a story for another time.

Emmy padded over to the wash basin and I followed. It was quiet for a time save for the splashing of water as I used a cloth to wash the blood from her back.

“So is this how you get your kicks, old man? Rubbing naked young women?” she said teasingly.

Without warning, I moved in close, my strong chest resting on her bare back, my head on her shoulder, breathing in her ear. I wrapped my arms around her gently but firmly, pulling her in close. Two fingers dipped into the water then slowly sliding down the front of her neck, her breastbone, her belly, her pubic mound.

The touch sent shivers down Emmy’s spine. She began to breathe rapidly and she could feel her nipples hardening. A fire like she’d never experienced filled her loins as her heart began to pound in her chest. Emmy rubbed her thighs together nervously, but that only served to add fuel to the flames.

And then suddenly, the touch was gone. I pulled away from her and laughed mightily.

“Come on, you think I would want to have sex with a little girl like you! Hah!”

Emmy was surprised by just how disappointed that made her feel. Her disappointment showed; sometimes she really did have a hard time disguising any of her emotions. I couldn’t help but laugh at her innocent sincerity.

Emmy too started laughing, albeit somewhat awkwardly, and I went back to cleaning her lower back. As much as I enjoyed teasing her and seeing her naked body—and I really did enjoy both of those things—the real reason I’d come was to get her advice on something. Unsurprisingly, she beat me to it.

“You’re worried my people are going to try to retake the village, aren’t you.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“They’re not your people anymore,” I responded, “We are your people now.”

“Your people killed my friends, my comrades—nearly everybody I’ve even known—barely a week ago! What makes you think I want to join you and your band of murderers?” She wasn’t shouting, but she said it emphatically.

I paused for a second while I put the words together.

“I think in your heart, you know you belong with us. You weren’t born prey like the rest of the people here. You were born a predator—you were born a warrior! In your heart, you love battle—lust after it even. It gives your life purpose and meaning and you love every bit of it—from the exhilaration of the kill to the pain of death. Now that your blood has had a taste of it, you know you can never go back to the life of a sheep. And you know that only with us—only by joining us—can you live the life of a wolf. It was fate that led us to attack this place and it’s your destiny now to join us.”

Emmy didn’t respond. After a time though, she spoke. “You’re right to anticipate an attack from the beach,” she said, “It’s the only logical place for a large force to land.”

“How do you know that I expect an attack on the beach?”

She turned her head around towards me and cocked an eyebrow.

“Even a blind man could see your defensive preparations by the water. Or do your people fish from sunken boats and harvest wooden stakes planted in sand?”

“Fair enough. Tell me, how do your people fight?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, seeking clarification.

“Large forces, armies I mean. How do your people make war?”

Emmy paused to think about the question. “Well…,” she started slowly, “I’m not really sure to be honest. I’m not sure anyone here really knows anymore. The Empire conquered these lands way back in the time of my grandmother’s grandmother. Warriors will occasionally be called to fight elsewhere, but other than that we’ve been at peace. The remnants of the tribes that used to live here survive as bandits and thieves deep in the swamps and forests, and they’ll still raid a town or village every so often. In fact, I bet my people will think you’re nothing but a band of common brigands.”

“What about your training? Why is a little girl like you a warrior anyway?”

Emmy glared darkly at me over her shoulder. I threw up my hands in a gesture of innocence, accidentally splashing water across her back.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it that way! It’s just that by our standards, you’re too young to be a warrior,” I replied hastily.

She rolled her eyes and faced forward once more.

“‘Little girls’ like me are required to train as warriors. Training starts once you turn twelve, although I started earlier than that. This province may be at peace, but the Empire was built on warfare and the warrior culture remains important to our identity. There aren’t any real wars these days—at least not this far north—but there are always pirates and bandits and dangerous animals like wolves, tigers, and bears.”

“Go on,” I said, setting aside the towel and grabbing a stack of bandages. Emmy glanced back and continued.

“When you first start off you’re a Trainee, although most of the older warriors call us Pups to make fun of us. It’s not a full-time commitment, just a few hours every other day. On your fifteen birthday, you’re promoted to a full-fledged warrior—a Wildcat. It’s a big honor—your family holds a big feast and everything! Becoming a Wildcat also means you can be called up as part of a warband, although Trainees get called up too if there aren’t enough. Mandatory service ends at eighteen summers. Those who choose to stay warriors after that are given the title, ‘Blades of the Empire’ and are paid a salary. It’s their job to train the local warriors and trainees and to answer the call to battle first should the need arise. Blades also serve as warleaders for bands of Wildcats and Trainees There’s never been a large number of Blades around here since there’s little fighting to be had here and even fewer war spoils, so the meager regular pay isn’t enough for it to be worth it for most people. But, I hear there are a lot more warriors in the cities and further south.

“We do a lot of different training, though in hindsight it was probably more play than combat preparation. We’re primarily trained on spears, though we occasionally train with both knives and bows and arrows as well. Swords, like the one on your hip, are rare and expensive. Only nobility and the wealthy are able to afford them. Shields are even rarer; they’re impractical to use with spears and we consider them cowardly anyway.”

“You mentioned training is mandatory for girls,” I said when she finished, “What about for boys? I noticed many of the fighters in this village were men; they must have come from somewhere.”

“Boys aren’t required to train—something about ‘boys being more useful in the fields and mines’ and such as my warleader used to say. But many choose to train anyway, with their parent’s permission of course. I’m pretty sure most do it just so they can ogle all the girls. A few choose to make a living out of it though, just like the women.”

I finished wrapping the bandage around her midriff and moved around to her front. Emmy spread her legs obligingly to allow me to wrap the wound there. If she felt anything as I pressed the bandage tight to her inner thigh with my hand, she didn’t let it show this time.

“What are you supposed to do if you come across a large enemy force or another spear wall?” I asked, steering the conversation back towards Arkadian tactics.

“One of the Blades, a woman named Veronica, used to tell me stories about when she was part of a force that took out a pirate camp. She said they just encircled them with a spear wall and slowly penned them in until nobody was left. And if that doesn’t work, we do what you did,” she replied with a shrug, “Charge.”

“With spears and knives?” I asked incredulously, “Doesn’t that seem… inefficient to you?”

“Remember, we’ve mostly trained to fight bands of disorganized tribes, pirates, and criminals,” she scolded, “Fighting another spear wall was more of a theoretical exercise than anything else. If we did ever run up against a spear wall, we were supposed to just use superior numbers to overwhelm it.”

“That sounds like an awfully bloody approach for a nation of peace,” I said sardonically.

It took a minute for Emmy to respond. When she did, her voice was reflective and somber. “You said before that your lands were poor and that your people froze or starved. Here, it’s the opposite. Our lands here are fertile, capable of feeding our population no matter how quickly it grows. As a result, life is cheap. Did you see that slave girl the shaman gutted in the square? Every town of any real size sacrifices a girl like her. Every year. I hear the cities sometimes sacrifice a dozen or more. Our legends tell of battles where untold scores died gloriously for the sake of Arkadia. In a war, I don’t think anyone would bat an eye at throwing away hundreds or even thousands of lives. We may be at peace, but that doesn’t mean we have much respect for the sanctity of life.”

The next morning, I told Sigurd what Emmy had said about the enemy's approach to fighting.

"You trust what she says, my Lord?" he asked, one brow raised in suspicion.

"Yes, I do," I replied with an air of finality. He looked like he had more to say on that topic, but he cut it off and moved on.

"Given the terrain and how the Zavalans themselves laid out their defenses, I agree that the beach is the most likely place to attack," Sigurd said. "We've already laid obstacles on each end. That will reduce the number of troops they can land at a time."

I rubbed my chin pensively, and thought out loud. "The question now is how large of a force they are able to muster. According to Emmy, it would have taken a force of at least three hundred of their warriors to take and hold Zavala. If they assume we suffered minor casualties, they'll still expect our force to be at least two hundred strong. Therefore, I estimate the enemy will bring five hundred, maybe six, maybe seven hundred warriors.”

“The obstacles we’ve set up will force them to land piecemeal, so we should not have any problems defeating them in detail, my Lord. Our bows are superior to theirs; if we push our archers forward, the enemy will be unable to defend the landing from their ships.”

“There are too many risks,” I replied, “If we pushed our archers forward in an attempt to cover an attack close to the water, they could use their ships to quickly move their archers into range to fire back. Plus, while Emmy says these Southerners will not hesitate to expend lives, we can’t assume they will be wasteful with them. If we crush the first wave, the enemy will probably back off and try another tactic. We are already at a numerical disadvantage and the enemy does not yet know the true weakness of our position. I cannot allow him to regroup and return with a larger force and a better plan. I want to destroy his force here and now. I think we have to let them land.”

“Then why not deceive them, my Lord?” suggested Sigurd, “If the enemy thinks we are brigands and pirates, let us act like brigands and pirates.”

Sigurd drew his sword and began to sketch his idea in the sand.

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On the twelfth day, my scouts reported a sudden increase in the amount of shipping traffic. The guard tower spotted first two then three boats patrolling east of the village at the edge of visual range. When my scouts to the east reported back that day, they reported that the boats were crewed by what looked like armed individuals. The enemy was preparing to make his move.

On the fourteenth day, the first of my reinforcements arrived, led by the warchief Osvald Eikbeinn. Osvald’s appetite for the fairer sex, especially virgin maidens, was prodigious and inexhaustible. I greeted him warmly and admonished him to stay away from my newly-captured slaves—the maidens especially. They were worth half again as much unspoiled at market. Osvald feigned ignorance and offense.

Gunnar arrived with the rest of my reinforcements on the thirteenth day. He congratulated me on my conquest and I informed him of our plan. With his reinforcements, my host had grown to just over two-hundred warriors.

The number of ships surrounding Zavala had grown to a dozen. Battle would soon be joined.

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That night, I hosted a traditional Clan feast in one of the large houses close to the square to welcome my reinforcements. I sat at the head table of course, flanked by Gunnar, Sigurd, and my other senior warchiefs. The newly arrived warriors cheered as Zavalan slaves entered to serve them. The warriors that had participated in the attack roared as plates of beef and mutton were brought forth; it was the most fresh meat we’d seen in nearly three weeks.

Emmy arrived well after the start of festivities. Strangely enough, it was the first time I’d seen her clothed. A black bikini bottom was tied around her thin hips. She still had the bandages around her belly and thigh, but had removed the bandages from around her breasts. In their place was a black triangle bikini top to match her bottoms. Ironically, instead of enhancing her femininity, the flatness of the bra served to reinforce her girlish appearance. She looked around nervously until Brigitta, one of the shieldmaidens that had been part of the assault, guided her over to a table full of other female warriors.

After a while, I got up and moved to leave the hall on the pretense of taking a piss. I made sure though that Emmy saw me get up. As I passed, our eyes met and I beckoned with my chin for her to follow.

I left the hall and turned right, walking slowly down the street. I was two dozen paces away when Emmy opened the door. Music from the hall drifted through the open door. She stood on the threshold, searching, then spotted me. She followed behind, unhurriedly. I took another right so that I was no longer within sight of the hall, and Emmy followed shortly after.

“What’s up old man?” she asked.

“Your people will attack in the next day or two. I wanted to have a chance to talk to you one last time before then.”

Emmy nodded.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

Emmy shrugged. “I’m going to stay here in Zavala. There isn’t anywhere else for me to go.”

“I understand,” I said, nodding, “Are you going to fight for us? For the enemy?”

Emmy didn’t know what to say. Eventually though, she spoke. “To be honest, I don’t know if I want to fight for you. Your warriors are the ones that attacked my home and killed my family. You don’t know how hard it was to sit and eat and talk and laugh in there, knowing that every one of those people killed a friend or a relative.”

“So you won’t fight against us then I take it?” I asked, addressing what she had not said rather than what she had.

She whipped out the knife strapped to her thigh, twirled it around, and assumed a fighting stance. I stayed motionless, my arms crossed.

“I could kill you right now, and deal a severe blow to your force. The Arkadian army would storm in, kill your warriors, and free the remnants of my people that you keep locked in the barracks and force to serve you at dinner. Then I’d have my vengeance,” she said.

“You could try,” I responded coolly. I liked Emmy a lot, but if she did turn on me, I would not hesitate to snap her slender neck.

Emmy sheathed her knife and let out a sigh. “It’s not like that would do me any good anyway. I killed some of your comrades too, yet you all seem to be at peace with me,” she said.

“You know, I know exactly how you feel,” I said, pushing myself off the wall and patting her on the shoulder. “For years, I sat in the same hall, at the same tables as some of the men who’d killed my family. I ate with them, laughed with them, and even befriended some of them. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. In the end, I was able to make peace with them.”

“How did you do it?” she asked.

I shrugged nonchalantly and started walking back to the feast. “I slit every one of their throats and recited the names of my father, mother, and sister to them as they died.”

Emmy gaped at me open-mouthed.

“Don’t leave your house and stay away from the fighting!” I called over my shoulder.

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-- Storm -- I was a happy man. While my sons were still a mystery to be solved, I had at least gotten my daughters back. I can’t believe my amazing Crystal. She had done everything in her power to save her spirit friend even from himself. In my mind, that made her an exception wizard, and I wished I could give her a box she truly deserved. As for Sable, I took great delight in contacting Bron and telling him what his amazing son had done for my daughter and me. If she wants to marry him,...

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Home for Horny Monsters Book TwoChapter 13 In the Eye of the Storm

Mike realized his mistake as soon as it happened. Upon walking out the main entrance, they had stopped long enough for Beth to bid farewell to Asterion. The group all stood at the edge of the reflecting pool, their shortcut back to the house. When Beth rejoined them, Tink counted down from three and they all jumped in at the same time. That’s when Mike remembered that the magical shortcut would take them all to the downstairs closet. Not until the water soaked through his shoes did it occur...

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The Legacy Chapter 2 The Storm

In her bedroom, at the foot of the bed, they stopped. He took her in his arms again and they kissed, and she was very aware of the heat of his erect cock where it was pinned between them, against her stomach. His hands slid down her back to grip her buttocks, holding her to him for a moment, and when they separated he brought one hand around to cup her sex, aware of the moist, intense heat of her through her lace panties. Beth thought he’d strip them off of her now, but he didn’t, not...

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In The Fury of the Storm

Special thanks to my Editor, CallieJane8 for helping me on this one Carrie sat there in silence and read the words on her computer screen. ‘If there is another hurricane, I don’t want you to be scared. If you don’t want to be alone, I hope you know that you can always stay with me. Signed, Rob’. The message was dated months ago. It had been a quiet hurricane season, at least for them in this part of Florida. Last year was so bad, Carrie wanted to run away and never come back to where she...

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Age I Of The United StatesChapter 7 Calm before a storm

Tara sat in the captain's chair for the very first time, Bruce MacFergus standing by her side. She was nervous at having control of the huge Broadsword, but exhilarated at the same time. She was scanning around the bridge, taking in all of the activity and thinking about what she would do if the enemy appeared. "Ok," said Bruce, "Prepare the ship for the next jump." "Are you serious, captain? I don't have the experience for that!" Tara replied. Bruce had read up on his trainee and...

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Lady Grace the Story of Ben and LaraChapter 2 Calm Before the Storm

Date line: Baron's Head As jaded as this land has forced me to be, from time to time some things still genuinely surprise me. Last evening as I entered a hole-in-the-desert bar with a parking lot full of motorcycles, the last thing I expected to be a part of was a religious experience. Religious is questionable, but the people I met were definitely an experience. I entered expecting a fight. Bikers are notoriously territorial, especially of their watering holes. After the come-on/grope...

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The Summer storm

It had been a beautiful day on the west coast. The sun was hot and there was just enough of a breeze to keep the body cool. The waves that were crashing on the beach had been slow and fun. There were all kinds of bodies frolicking in the water, body surfing and boogie boarding. But the evening was fast approaching and there was something in the air, a smell and a feeling that could only mean a storm was heading it’s way into shore. The couple had rented a cabin on the beach. It wasn't a big...

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After The Storm

The sky looked ominous as Jason Dobbins made his way into town. Storms had been predicted for most of the day and Jason did not doubt for a second they would arrive sometime soon. Eyeing the sky periodically as he drove, Jason made the ten minute trip in normal time as he parked behind the row of businesses that lined the main street of Hicksville, Ohio. Hicksville is a sleepy little mid-west town, population of about 3700 in the upper western part of the state near the Indiana border. He...

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Shelter from the Storm

The wipers swished back and forth, not even making it to the end of their travel before the heavy, wet snow once again obscured the view. If anything, it was starting to come down harder. As he had climbed higher into the mountains, it first seemed that the snow was becoming a little thicker, less mixed with rain and more with sleet. But, then again, that may just have been his imagination. Now the snow was definitely harder but there was still a lot of sleet and freezing rain. Anyway he looked...

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Winter Storm

Joanna is a shy, young student at the junior college. She signed up for one of my classes this past Fall and I have come to know her rather well. Earlier today, I found a message on the department answering machine. ‘Dr. Storm, could you drop by tonight? I am having difficulty with one of the problems you assigned, and maybe you could help me with it.’ Well, she lives on The Rez, and her house is on the route I take to my place. I’ll stop by and see what I can do.   It is cold. A winter...

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Summer Storm

Just walking from my car to the front door through the hot, steamy July weather got me sweaty. As the door closed behind me, I reveled in the cooler air of the air-conditioned house. It was turning out to be a long, hot summer and the weather, my work, and just about everything else, were driving me crazy. To top it all off, I was spending the summer alone. My live-in girlfriend Dana, who should have been my release and relief, had taken off for a month or more on a work assignment. A...

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The Storm

It was a late summer afternoon as the sun shown brightly in the western sky as he left work. It was on his way home that he noticed the dark ominous clouds on the horizon and the scent of rain was in the air. Dusting off his plants and shirt before jumping into his truck he rolled down the windows on the old 69 Ford he drove. As he drove out of the parking lot he waved at Bob saying have a good one Bob, and he turned left and drove down the street. On the way out of town he stopped by the...

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Winter Storm

Joanna is a shy, young student at the junior college. She signed up for one of my classes this past Fall and I have come to know her rather well. Earlier today, I found a message on the department answering machine. "Dr. Storm, could you drop by tonight? I am having difficulty with one of the problems you assigned, and maybe you could help me with it." Well, she lives on The Rez, and her house is on the route I take to my place. I'll stop by and see what I can do.   It is...

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Storm

Storm By R. Johnston Chapter 1: The Arrival The unmarried Kennedy sisters' small farm was on a quiet stretch of the coast just about a mile from the sea. Jane in her early forties and Maggie younger by a few years, managed to make a living from their small dairy herd and a flock of free range hens. The farmhouse was a two storied solid building surrounded by elm trees planted half a century ago to protect it from the prevailing north wind. It could not be seen from the main...

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Eye of the Storm

EYE OF THE STORM BY PAUL G. JUTRAS (MIXTURE OF TG FICTION WITH TRUE STORM EVENTS) It was Saturday night and the road outside his parent's house was deserted. For three days Paul and his folks had watched as I-4 and 95 went bumper-to-bumper traffic, so that one could travel faster by foot to evacuate for Hurricane Frances. Paul's dad believed in his house better than any shelter and had the three of them hunker down there. It was 5pm when the power went out. "I'm starting to think...

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The Storm

The impending storm was bringing the twilight faster than usual.  He was seated on a barstool on one side of the counter in the kitchen, glancing absently at a newspaper spread out on the counter, and she stood directly opposite him, on the other side of the counter.  Thunder sounded in the distance.  He filled his heavy flat-bottomed glass with scotch from the decanter on the counter.  She looked at the sky then the clouds through the window to the West.  ?Storm brewing.?  she said.  ?Big...

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Lady of the Storm

I could see you on the horizon in the distance, standing on the beach. The wind from the approaching storm was stirring from the south, and it was making your gown ripple and flow from your body. From this distance I could just make out the subtle curve of your hips, the strong posture of your shoulders on the windward side. You stood still there on the shore, the white of your robe like a beacon against the rapidly darkening sky. I was drawn to you. I stepped of the porch of my beach house...

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Brewing Up A Storm

This short story is based on the two characters that were in my first story Elaine and Me. Some years have elapsed and they are still in love. I think that this story might illustrate the prejudice experienced by TS women everywhere. If anyone has any comments then please let me know. Brewing Up A Storm By Elaine Copyright 2001 "Darling will you help me get ready?" Elaine asked standing in the doorway. "Sure," he replied smiling at the scantily clad woman standing before...

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The Storm

I went on vacation to this this lake resort, by myself. I just needed some peace and quiet, being able to do what ever I want to do. I like this resort I went to, because I'm able to lay on the dock without a bathing suit if I want.Which, the first day I was there, I went to the local store, stocked up on some groceries, a few bottles of wine and a new blow up raft. I went back to my cabin, made some lunch, changed into my cover up and headed to the dock. I brought my radio and the raft. ...

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Storm

“It’s coming! Hurry up, fuck, hurry the fuck up!”He is yelling at me, pushing heavy curtains that cover the glass wall of the living room to the sides, howling like a wild dog. A giant storm is coming, the sky has turned black and the lights above the kitchen desk are flickering. The air smells of rain and electricity, and it makes me shiver. He makes me shiver, too.It’s wakened up in him again, this element, this force. Oh my God, what’s going to happen this time? It excites him so much he...

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Our First Storm

We’ve never met before. Tonight is our first night. Online chats and emails don’t count and neither does the half hour on the phone, hearing one another for the first time and planning tonight’s rendezvous. All I know is that you are tall and blonde, a few years older than me, that you are married with kids and that you love sex. All you know about me is that I am married, younger and shorter, and that I love sex too. Correction. I love women. I love giving them pleasure. Sex is just one avenue...

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Any Port in a Storm

Hello readers. Let me get my usual blah, blah, blah out of the way and then I'll get onto the story. Firstly, art credit for the lovely cover goes to the talented Tinnies. Second, this story was started over on my Patreon page and I want to thank my awesome Patrons for continuing to support my work. The Patreon version of this story will be a chapter or more ahead of this version so if you want to stay right up to date and you want to show me some love I invite anyone able to come on over and...

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Eye Of The Storm

It was late. Storm clouds hung in the air, each adding another dark textured layer to the night sky. A flash of lightning illuminates all around for the briefest of moments before the deep rumble of thunder and darkness descends once more. Heavy rain pounds relentlessly against the floor to ceiling office windows, the bustling city swarming below. Building lights span as far as the eye can see, the red streak of blurred taillights painting a vivid picture as people feverishly rush to get out of...

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Storm

It’s been hovering in the 90s all week and while there has been some sunbathing, we have both stuck to the somewhat coolness and shade of indoors. Today the heat broke a bit and looking out over the ocean we could see dark storm clouds. We clapped our hands and looked forward to seeing the storm wash across our little bit of beach.Now, as the sun sets behind us, the clouds roll closer and closer. I pull you up from the chair you have been curled in, reading. I take your book and set it down,...

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MY VIRGINITY LOST IN THE STORM

MY VIRGINITY LOST IN THE STORMBy : VoyeurKingNOTE : This story is entirely true and was experienced first hand by yours truly. This is the tale of how I lost my virginity, and might give you some insight on the feeling of magic, excitement, and sexual hunger and desire of my youth. The names of the characters have been changed to protect their identities, and the dialogue isn’t verbatim (it was almost 9 years ago) - I have not made any additional editing to spice it up – This is how I lost my...

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Our First Storm

We’ve never met before. Tonight is our first night. Online chats and emails don’t count and neither does the half hour on the phone, hearing one another for the first time and planning tonight’s rendezvous. All I know is that you are tall and blonde, a few years older than me, that you are married with kids and that you love sex. All you know about me is that I am married, younger and shorter, and that I love sex too. Correction. I love women. I love giving them pleasure. Sex is just one avenue...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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The Rask RebellionChapter 7 Into the Storm

“The raiding party never reported back in,” Crewmaster Lortz said, his hands clasped neatly behind his back as Korbaz marched into the conning tower. The other personnel averted their eyes, staring at the carpet with their heads bowed, anticipating some form of retribution. “What happened?” she demanded, leaning on the table as she examined the holographic display. “The fleet diverted from the Araxie territory as ordered,” he replied, gesturing to the map. “They made their way to the Black...

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A WellLived Life Book 1 BirgitChapter 4 Calm Before the Storm

June 1977 When I got home, I grabbed a Coke and some chips and went right to my room. I didn’t think I could deal with my parents or Jeff or Stephanie. I just needed to be by myself. That wouldn’t seem odd to anyone, because I often went to my room to read. In addition, I now had the TV I’d received for my birthday. I flipped it on to WXIX Channel 19 and reruns of Gilligan’s Island and Green Acres played in the background while I read. I had to get my mind clear for the final exams that...

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Thunder Fucked or Virgin Storm

It whooshed out of my mouth in a harsh whisper, “Oh, my god.”My front row seat let me see every detail even in the flickering tiki torch light. She owned the outdoor stage. Her hips swished back and forth, her stride sensuous grace. Her long chestnut hair, glowed a burnish bronze. The hot humid night fueled my desire and the girl was walking lust.I poked at my buddies arm. “Larry…. Larry, look up there.”He was sitting next to me but his attention was focused on the buxom blonde seated next to...

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Michaels CoveChapter 3 The storm

Althopugh the sun was trying to peak over the horizon, the angry gray clouds continued to fight back with a vengeance. Michael looked out of his living room window as he studied the wind whipped waves. Watching as the white tops grew larger and larger, spitting foam with every gust. Michael knew today would not be just another day in his private paradise.As he drank his third cup of coffee, Michael realized it was time to find his radio and think about securing all of his outdoor...

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Stupid Boy Sophomore YearChapter 12 The Storm

Coach Hope called me before I went to church. He wanted to talk to me, and my parents, before he made his final decision about what to do with the drinking issue from last night. We had agreed to go to Granny's for a late breakfast, after Mom and I came back from church. When we walked in, Granny spotted me. She made a big fuss about my chin and thought I needed a cinnamon roll to make it better. "I see why you come here," Mom chided me. Before I could respond, the Hope family joined us....

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My War in FactChapter 12 The Storm

I had to stop and take time to think about how cool my life had turned out, not in Vietnam, in Germany with Hanna and friends, my new association with my old guy friend the boiler man. I had lived in Hawaii and was from the Pacific Northwest with a combination of life adventures both awesome and bad. But all in all I had a gamut of experiences and I was still only 22 years old, the sergeant E-5 draftee of the late 1960’s. Why I was chosen to serve at the kaserne that was a Hitler favorite,...

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After the Energists Championships Concerts CompletionChapter 26 The Eye of the Storm

Apt. 1903, One-London Place, London, Ontario 5:22am, Sunday, December 2, 1979 Candi’s, mine and possibly Lynette’s deep and well deserved sleep was abruptly ended with Lisa’s plaintive, escalating cries of, “Candi, Candi! Candi! Candi!“ filled the good doctor’s apartment. I hate to say this but I nearly tossed Candi’s light weight body off the bed as she roused from her deep sleep on top of my chest. I had to get to my Bricky as fast as I could to see what was making her scream bloody...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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The Devils PactChapter 33 The Calm Before the Storm

The Wedding, July 20th, 2013 The last three weeks since the SWAT attacked us and I nearly died seemed to fly by. And before I knew it, July 20th has finally arrived. The setting sun was warm and the breeze was cool. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the wildflowers. Mount Rainier reared up, impossibly huge this close to the peak, dominating the eastern sky. Even in summer, the top of Mount Rainier remained white and blue from its many glaciers. A small dome of clouds covered the top...

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Through the Storm

Felicia had just opened her laptop and was ready to start working on her project when the loud pulsing rock music began in her neighbor’s apartment. Since the new neighbor moved in over a month ago, he had been playing his music at top volume during the day, evening, and night. Previously, she was able to put her ear buds in and ignore it, but now she had had enough. It was time to tell her neighbor that he could not play his loud music at all hours of the day. “That’s it!” she said, irate as...

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Far Future Fembot DarleneChapter 49 Storm

Thoughts Although I don't like to admit it, there are times I get lonely now. Having first had Malin, then Bill, regularly sharing my bed for a while, followed by occasional — and much welcome — visits from Ian, I'm reminded that I don't like sleeping alone. I guess in some ways I'm becoming more like Lady Heather than I realize, since my need is becoming as real as hers. Call me a robot who knows what her intended function is. Lately my 'bot partner of choice has been Terri. At...

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Aw Fuck MeChapter 6 Calm before the storm

I had caught the murderer of my Grandfather and her son. However, I was still not happy. I realized I was not a killer, even though I wanted them dead. It was an oddly mixed feeling; how do you end someone without putting him or her in the ground. Then I had to admit to myself that yes, technically, I would be putting her in the ground. She just wouldn’t be dead when I did it! I wouldn’t be killing her. Though she just might wish I had. I pondered the question, of just what to do with her,...

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Harry Potter Adventures Chapter 9 The Calm before the Storm

Chapter 9 March had rolled in and flowers had started to bloom all around the grounds of Hogwarts. It was the weekend, and it was time for the monthly visit to Hogsmeade. Harry and Hermione ventured together to the village and made their way to the Three Broomsticks as they enjoyed the fine taste of a butterbeer. Since Ron had revealed his dark secret to Harry around 6 weeks ago, Harry had refused to talk to Ron, who in turn made no effort to talk to Harry either. The door to the Three...

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In the Eye of the Storm

June 1st not only marks the beginning of the hurricane season, but it also often marks the busiest time in the life of a Weather Channel meteorologist, and none are busier than Stephanie Abrams. That's because she made her name for two things: being hot, and being the one in the eye of the storm between June 1st and November 30th, which is the length of the Atlantic hurricane season. So as she gets called into a TWC meeting about her first potential destination for the season, she is looking...

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Ready for the Storm

The storm was gathering pace. My window panorama showed the trees thrashing about, trying to cling on to the steep cliffs that dropped sharply to the ocean. The cliff-top house creaked and shuddered around me in the gale, 400 feet above a small bay that was being relentlessly pounded by wave after wave of angry, dark-grey water. Just yesterday, I had picked my way carefully down the cliff trail and stood on the tiny beach, looking out at the calm waters of the Pacific, waiting for the sun to...

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Wild at storm

I was sleeping when storm woke me up. I tried to sleep again but wind was blowing really loud and storm was getting closer and closer so after few minutes I went downstair to the kitchen to drink some water.I noticed through glass in the door that TV is still running on, it was almost midnight but dad sometimes watch tv deep into the night. I entered kitchen quietly and heard noise from the TV. He was watching porn! Moans and screams. I carefuly peeked on and saw dad naked, sitting and watching...

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One Hell of a Storm

Karl lay in his bed covered by only a thin cotton sheet.   It was too warm in the Mediterranean summer to wear anything for sleeping beneath the sheet.   Indeed, it was too warm for him to sleep at all so he lay there, thinking about the 3 days so far of his holiday.   Or rather, he thought about Chrissie, with whom he had been staying for those 3 days. In truth, he knew very little about her.   She was at least 12 years older than him because she had told him she wouldn’t see her fortieth...

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Ice Storm

Edited by Willyb220 My name is Jack and I just turned 13 last month. I'm sitting in class at school right now with a big hard on. My cousin Dolly was over to visit us with her parents on Sunday. We fooled around and wrestled outside in the snow and I got a lot of cheap feels from her. I was on top of her a few times and I was pumping away on her thinking to myself that I was screwing her and it felt great. She gets me hard all the time when she comes over to our house. Afterwards we went in...

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Michael and Sophia The Shower and the Storm

Her ample breasts pressed against his masculine chest, and her nipples hard as pebbles were causing his cock to stir. Michael and Sophia: The Shower and the Storm The storm was fierce. Michael and Sophia huddled together on the couch. As he held her, he could feel her shivering with fear. Her ample breasts pressed firmly against his masculine chest. Her nipples, hard as pebbles were causing his cock to stir. Sophia was afraid of the thunder. Every time it crackled, she squeezed him tighter. Her...

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Mike and MalokChapter 16 Calm Before the Storm

The next morning I had a serious talk with Malok and he explained how Jeremy was able to have the earth women transferred to this world. "You mean that he was able to use his 'animal allowance' to bring people here?" I asked. "Yes." "But people have freewill..." I started. "Not to Jeremy's overseer. You have to understand why his overseer chose Jeremy as the subject of his experiment. Jeremy is what you or I would have referred to on old Earth as a 'prick'. He is close to the...

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