TempestChapter 4
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When he first rose from unconsciousness, Jollis believed he was caught in some sort of strange limbo. He did not dare open his eyes for fear of seeing nothing but a void. Only parts of his body seemed to exist: one arm, his hips and rear, one leg and part of the other. He could not tell if his head were still attached to his body, as he could not feel his shoulders or his back.
Sounds came to him, vague and muffled. Something in his mind insisted he was sitting up. He stirred, and suddenly footfalls raced to his side. Then, thickly, as if spoken through mud, he heard a female voice. "You are awake. This is a good sign."
Jollis risked opening his eyes. He squinted at the light, and everything was fuzzy.
"Do not try to move too much, Wanderer," said the pleasant female voice near his ear. "I have numbed much of your body to spare you the pain of recovery."
Jollis let out a slow, relieved breath; he was still with this world. His vision cleared and he tried to turn his head. It responded, though slowly. His eyes fell upon the soft face of an Inonni Healer. "How badly was I injured?" Jollis' voice sounded strange to him, as if echoing in his head rather than projecting into the room.
"You sustained some trauma to your limbs, but I assume you know about those injuries."
Jollis paused, his thoughts flowing like molasses. "Yes, I remember." He managed a tiny smile. "May I assume that is a good sign as well?"
The Healer smiled. "Indeed. The worst of your injuries, however, was your back. You suffered a very severe burn. I need to regenerate the skin of your entire back, shoulders, and part of your neck. This will take some time, perhaps as long as a moon."
Jollis nodded and tilted his head. "My hearing is dulled."
"Yes, that should clear up sooner, perhaps within a quarter to half moon."
Jollis bowed his head. "You do me great honor in treating me, Healer."
"There is one who wishes to speak with you upon your awakening," said the Healer in a more serious voice. "I believe you should be given more time to recover, but I will respect your wishes if you want to see him now."
"If it is Master Kyllos, I will see him, if it will not upset the goddess."
Jollis was pleased he remembered himself enough to give the proper traditional response. Healers were as well-respected as priestesses, as it was believed the Healing Arts flowed from the goddess herself. Thus most Inonni Healers were women, as they connected more strongly with the goddess.
The Healer nodded once. "I believe she will approve. I will summon him at once."
Jollis watched the Healer leave, her robes swishing around her bare feet. He closed his eyes and tried to feel a connection to the gods once more, but nothing came to him. He hoped he was simply weakened from his injuries, or the heavy influence of the goddess exuded a sort of interference. If his environs had been arranged as a proper Inonni Healing Chamber, a tapestry of the goddess would festoon the wall above and behind his head. Yet he tried anyway; he had to know if his actions had met with approval.
He heard soft footsteps approach and opened his eyes to the tired but relieved face of his Master. Kyllos said nothing until he had reached the side of Jollis' bed and paid homage to the visage of the goddess with a short prayer. "It is good to see you on the mend, my Wanderer."
The heartfelt, fatherly voice made Jollis' chest clench, and he paused to gain control of his emotions enough to speak. "If I may ask, Master, how did I get back? How long has it been?"
"It has been only a day. You have an Oceanus Mage to thank for your return. When you had passed out, she discovered the Farviewing pearl on your person and used it to contact me."
"But I had more than one with me."
"Indeed. I can only hope the gods had guided her hand to select the one to me and not Elder Iridus."
"And what of the Oceanus Mage?"
"She has been sent back to her Guild Hall. I daresay she was surprised to be allowed to leave unharmed and unquestioned."
Jollis had to pause to fully understand both the words and the heaviness of Kyllos' tone. He glanced towards the door.
"We may speak freely in here," said Kyllos. "The room is warded for privacy."
Jollis looked at Kyllos' face; it seemed more lined and weary than ever. "Then the former Overlord Portals which were being used by the Holy Order--?"
"All destroyed," said Kyllos in a flat voice.
Jollis remained silent. He closed his eyes and tried again in vain to know the will of the gods. "I have committed a grave crime in allowing it to happen."
"Then I share in the guilt of the same crime, as I did nothing to stop it either."
Jollis drew in a slow, deep breath. "Master, I do not know if what we have done is right."
"Nor do I. Such wisdom, sadly, must wait."
"I sense nothing even from the gods."
Kyllos hesitated. "Perhaps ... perhaps they do not know as well."
Jollis stared at his Master in shock.
Kyllos smiled softly in return. "My Wanderer, one of the things I have learned is that even the gods cannot know the future. They, too, must sometimes wait to see how events play out before they can judge."
"But surely their wisdom can tell if--"
"Jollis, I understand your need for answers," Kyllos said in a firm voice. "But some simply cannot be rushed, and you must not punish yourself in anticipation of what you think they may be."
"But I must have guidance," Jollis said, his tone almost petulant. "I feel once more I am in the dark stumbling around as a blind man."
"And even the blind man can feel his way to the right path."
Jollis said nothing, his mind in turmoil. The future had never seemed so uncertain.
Kyllos uttered a tired sigh. "I wish I could advise you, but, officially, you are not here. No one knows of your presence except myself and the Healer, and she is concerned only with Healing you."
"What is the official word about me?"
"That you are either dead or a fugitive. Some believe you escaped the destruction of the former D'yoran Manor by hiding in the thicker forests to the north. I am encouraging that thinking for now."
Jollis nodded. "I must ask this, Master: did the other Portals explode with as much force as the one which injured me?"
Sadness clouded Kyllos' eyes. "Information from the other Manors is only trickling in at the moment, but that alone makes me suspect the answer is yes."
"I had never experienced anything like it. Words do not suffice. It was as if the sun had touched the surface of Narlass."
Kyllos nodded once before he forced his face and voice to a more businesslike tone. "There is another reason for my visit. I fear I must call upon your help once more."
Jollis smiled. "As long as it is something I can do while sitting upon this bed, as I am told I will be here for some time."
"It is. Our attempt to obtain Gedric V'riis from the Oceanus Fleet in Urisi custody has failed."
"I do not understand. Are the Urisi refusing?"
"No. They simply do not have him anymore. Apparently, he has managed to escape." Kyllos paused. "There is a rumor -- which, officially, the Urisi vehemently deny -- that a slave girl purchased from Oceanus was involved."
Jollis stared, then slowly broke into a wide smile. "My apologies for my reaction, Master."
"I understand. But to return to the point, the Urisi are not very forthcoming in the details of what transpired but instead wish to make restitution in some manner. Naturally, we have expressed our displeasure with this situation."
"I know what you wish of me. You wish me to make contact with Ambassador Norlan and see if I may learn what happened."
"Or, if the gods smile upon us, to where Gedric has made his escape so we may intercept him."
"Yes, I understand. I will make contact as soon as Yonlas can return the pearl to me."
Kyllos hesitated. "There is something you should know."
Jollis' eyebrows rose slightly.
"Originally, Gedric was one of three men who would provide enough memories to allow us to properly target a Portal to former Lord Tarras. One of those is Emperor Duric Z'garon. The second man had since escaped before his memories could be properly read."
Jollis paused for a long moment. "I see."
"But the Holy Order still wishes to use Gedric."
The words felt heavy even through his muffled hearing. "And they will turn him over to Mage Verano, assuming he survived the Portal destruction."
"He has already made contact. He is safe."
Jollis gave a slow, grave nod of his head. "So if this man Gedric is retrieved, I will be condemning him to death at the hands of Mage Verano."
Kyllos said nothing. Jollis took the absence of denial as confirmation to spare his Master from saying words which may haunt him later even spoken in a warded room.
"I will contact Ambassador Norlan," said Jollis in a stiff voice. "And then ... I will take the appropriate action."
"I trust you will, Wanderer," said Kyllos. His eyes shimmered. "I have faith in you as always."
Jollis heart both swelled and ached. He gave Kyllos a bittersweet smile. "I ask that you entrust Yonlas with the knowledge I am here and alive and well. He will not spread this information if you tell him not to."
Kyllos nodded once. "I will do so and have him bring you the Farviewing pearl."
Kyllos turned and headed out of the room without another word. Jollis felt as if the conversation were incomplete, as if his Master had wished to say more. Or Jollis was simply still impatient for answers.
And yet, when he thought of what Amanda had done, he smiled again.
Katla tried and failed to suppress a sigh as yet another crystal was slowly passed over her body by the slim, white-haired Healer of the Oceanus Mage Guild. "I'm fine, Tallia."
"I will be the judge of that if you don't mind," said the cool voice of Tallia G'jossa. Her intense eyes were narrowed and focused on the crystal, which flashed in hues of blue and blue-green.
"Really, I'm much better since I've had a night's sleep."
Tallia completed a sweep of the crystal from head to foot and started back before she spoke again. "Most of the residual Portal energies are gone, it would seem."
"And all the little scrapes and bruises are healed already."
"Yes, you were extremely fortunate in that regard if what I have heard about the explosive force of the Portal devices is at all true."
Katla thought she had seen Tallia glance at her face for a moment as if seeking confirmation. Katla said nothing, and Tallia's gaze returned to the crystal.
Katla maintained the same stony silence through the rest of the examination. She had not wanted to talk about what she had done. The rest of the Guild treated her as a hero, but she could not consider the death of so many people to be grounds for hero worship. Uroddus had spared her that pain; he had given her a low key "good work" and nothing more. For once, she was grateful for an underwhelming emotional response.
She heard footsteps in the corridor and lifted her head. As if in response to her thoughts, Uroddus stood just past the threshold. His eyes betrayed concern, but he dared not step further into the domain of the Healer without permission. "Is she doing well, Healer G'jossa?" he asked after Tallia had withdrawn the crystal.
Tallia turned towards him. "She still has a tiny bit of Portal energy mingling with her biomagical aura. I would prefer to keep her here a little longer, but I fear I would have to physically restrain her to accomplish it."
"You got that right," Katla said as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Tallia's hand fell on her shoulder when she tried to stand.
"You will see me once every morning until I tell you the remaining energies are gone," Tallia said in a crisp voice. "And if you miss an appointment, I will use whatever means possible to drag you here."
Katla sighed and rolled her eyes, but said in a contrite voice, "Yes, I understand."
Tallia lifted her hand. "Make sure that you do. This is nothing to be fooled with. You are fortunate it was Inonni Portal technology which brought you back to the Guild Hall. If you had actually made it through our Portal, the energies in your body may have reacted with those of the Portal and made your journey ... unpleasant."
Katla nodded and tried not to shudder as she rushed past the Healer. While accidents were rare in modern times even with the more "primitive" Oceanus Portal technology, when they did happen, they invariably lead to the death of the one in transit. Or rather, death to the individual parts of the traveler after they arrived at slightly different times.
"It would appear we have the Inonni to thank for Katla's safety in general," Uroddus said.
"I still don't get that," Katla said as she stepped up to him. "Why did Jollis protect me? He nearly died doing it. He was so badly burned he may still have died. And that elderly man I spoke with who wouldn't even tell me his name simply thanked me, then sent me right back through the Portal to just south of the Guild Hall. He seemed to be in a hurry to get rid of me."
"Yes, there has been some thought and much debate on that point. Please, let's go to my office."
Katla fell into step beside the Guildmaster. She avoided the gaze of her fellow Mages in the corridor.
"Some of your peers wished to organize a celebration this evening in your honor," said Uroddus. "I strongly suggested it would be ... inappropriate."
"Thank you," Katla said in a voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at Uroddus' face and could tell he was still worried about her. When she had broken down in tears the night before lamenting over what she had done, Uroddus had told her: "I almost lost you once; I don't want to lose you now because you chose to destroy yourself."
The low clouds at the dawn horizon glowed blood red with the approaching sunrise. A crimson taint touched the former D'ronstaq Manor as the glow brightened, and to those walking along the sandy paths formerly tread by slaves, Trainers, and Overlords, it felt like walking on faintly bloodstained ground. To the two Cohorts who emerged from the west side path, the ones who had helped Verano carry the body of Jothan to his final resting place, it seemed appropriate. They crossed the clearing,...
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Despite the trappings of opulence in the form of large tapestries that absorbed all stray sound, the chime rang clear and commanding in Amanda's ears. When her feet did not obey the summons but remained sunk into the plush carpet, a hand alighted on her shoulder. "Don't dawdle. Go." Amanda turned her head, but could see Larra only out of the corner of her eye. Larra nudged her, accompanied by a short outtake of breath, not so much admonishment as exasperation. Amanda knew what it meant:...
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Jollis had visited the Imperial Palace of Oceanus only once during the waning days of the first phase of Enlightenment, when the old Oceanus order had been unwound save for a scant few Nobles and Overlords they had missed. The Inonni would never refer to them as having escaped, as that implied that their future was imprisonment. The Inonni simply wanted them to fit properly into the new order. Their resistance was to their own detriment, worse than anything they imagined the Inonni would do...
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No telltale bolt from the black announced the Wanderer's arrival this time. He had been transported to this spot early that morning, well to the east of his quarry where the rising sun would cover his arrival. He had holed up under a rocky outcropping, subsisting on a few meager rations and intense meditation. Now, under the cover of moonless night, he scurried through the underbrush as lithe as a cat and as silent as the breeze. Such stealth was second nature to him. It afforded him time...
"It makes little sense," said Jollis to an empty chamber. As the day in the Urisi Nation hurtled towards late afternoon, the sun had just risen over the Oceanus Imperial Palace. It was well past the candlemark when his Master should be seated at his desk tending to the morning reports. Yet the flame in the lamp at the corner of the desk remained low, untouched since Kyllos had retired the evening before. Jollis took a slow, deep breath. His own words disturbed him, not so much for their...
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Jothan scrambled onto the boulder as a wave broke around it, surging into foam before pausing and retreating into the sea. He shook the bits of wet sand and water from his bare feet for a more secure foothold. He squinted as he peered into the sky, the wind prickling his skin as he waited for the sun to re-emerge from behind a small cloud. Jothan lowered his eyes and looked out across the indigo ocean. He sensed the wards rather than saw them, as the slim crystals which held the enchantment...
Marris sighed as he stood just outside the carriage which had served as the slaves' sleeping quarters after their night with the Urisi sailors. Wind whipped off the ocean and blew his hair before his eyes. "This is most unusual, my Lord." "Nevertheless, you will honor my request," said Mandas. He stood facing the wind so the breeze would push back whatever few strands of hair had escaped his ruthless brush and gel. "Or are you to tell me the renowned hospitality of the great Ambassador...
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Jollis rose just before dawn, when moisture from a rain shower which had passed during the night still lingered in the grasses and dripped from the trees. The air already felt warm, at least compared to what he had become used to back in his homeland. There, the air would still feel frosty, the cherry blossoms' brazen display of color defying the final vestiges of winter. Yet here the peasants had already prepared for the onset of summer while much of Oceanus still enjoyed the cool and wet...
"I apologize for contacting you at such a late hour, Guildmaster," said the shimmering Farview image of Marlon as Uroddus fumbled with his spectacles and the sash on his robe. When Katla appeared just as she managed to close her own robe more securely over her breasts, Marlon added in a more contrite voice, "And for, ah, interrupting anything." "It is all right, Marlon," said Uroddus in a slightly rushed voice. "I am assuming what you have to tell me is of great import." "I...
Amanda was now convinced of what she had only suspected the day before: her bondage arrangement had been dictated by Mandas down to the last detail. The displeasure on Marris' face while he secured her was both confirmation and a small comfort as she swayed and strained at the ends of her chains. Her wrists were shackled, and a chain ran from them to a large metal hook embedded in the ceiling, pulled taut until her heels left the floor. Her ankles were bound tight with another chain,...
The still air lay sodden and warm from the first wave of early summer heat, and moisture clung to the Cohort's face as he crept along the side of the path which wound along the west side of the island. His fingers twitched despite how tightly he had laced them, and he spun his gaze behind him every few steps. Ahead of him was the S-shaped curve between the trees which lined the shore to the left and the gardens to the right. Just beyond was the dwelling of Elder Yurton. His breath became...
Illton was barely a village. This tiny sliver of bare civilization which curved around an ill-placed inlet had seen most of its sea traffic go to the larger port in Lerrusburg just to the south. The sea merchants came to this hamlet only when the ports at Lerrusburg were too busy or its taverns too full. The commercial center of Illton centered around a lone tavern, itself a decayed hulk with walls held up by hastily tacked on timbers, the placement of the nails marked by streaks of rust....
Norlan rushed through the corridors of his palace, his stomach still rumbling for the evening meal he had just been denied. The moment he stepped into the parlor, a stone-faced High Lord Ardon thrust a parchment into his chest. "Is this what you are supposedly looking for, Lord Ambassador?" said Ardon in a strained voice. Norlan took the parchment and examined it. He nodded once and tried to return it, but Ardon had turned away. "An expense report in my name but not written by me,"...
Rolas wore a distressed look as he watched Jollis bandaging his injured ankle. "Wanderer, you must get that treated," he finally said when Jollis faltered as he tried to place his weight upon it. "I have treated the worst of it," said Jollis without looking up. "I had a bit of salve remaining from the last time I was similarly injured. The torn tendon is mended. The rest will have to heal naturally." "But--" Jollis stood, tested his foot once more, and lifted his head. "The only...
Marris wiped his face with his hand and uttered a long sigh, then shook his head as if trying to dislodge the lingering grogginess. He had managed a bit more sleep in anticipation that his role in this sordid deal with Mandas would soon be over. He forced himself to straighten up as he stared into the mirror in the sanitary, running his hand over his freshly-shaven face. He rubbed the corners of his eyes to rid himself of the grainy vestiges of fitful slumber. At least he could manage to...
If nothing else had yet humbled the former Noble Lord, one look at the esteemed meeting place Rennis had procured would have done it. The Province which Tarras had governed before the Inonni came had a fine auditorium. Cavernous but not intimidating, decorated but not ostentatious, and comfortable but not lavish. The acoustics were perfect, allowing one to stand upon the stage and project his voice to the very back row with little effort. Tarras had used that chamber on many occasions to...
"Enter and be welcome." Yonlas hesitated nonetheless. Seeing the Elder Apparent was a painful duty anymore. He suspected Master Kyllos no longer slept properly, as if the man left his tiny office only to eat a meager meal in the cafe or meditate in the gardens. Nevertheless, Yonlas had his duty, and he stepped into the room. The blue flames in the lamp flickered at his approach. Perhaps his own perceptions were biased by his worry, but the lamp seemed to burn brighter each time he visited...
"With all due respect, my Lord, you are making things terribly difficult for me." Norlan forced himself to take a deep breath, and wished he could return to the days when he rarely interacted with the staff. "Nevertheless, you will find some way to muddle through. Perhaps you can take Marris back for a day." "Absolutely not," Halno snapped. After a pause, he tempered his gaze and his voice as if only now realizing to whom he was speaking. "I mean ... I would need to send someone to...
Across the ocean from the former D'ronstaq Manor, the day was already underway in the Urisi Nation. Amanda had been shown Bessa's copy of the map once more before she was sent on her journey to the Oceanus fleet. These events surely would have distracted Jollis from his own preparations as dawn broke across the indigo waters which isolated him from the truth. Jollis was preparing for death. Much time had passed since he had last felt the need. Even the mission to discover the horrible...
Amanda never felt so alone as in those final candlemarks in the carriage as it trundled towards Port Heldon. Her restraints forced her to remain standing. Her wrists were shackled and hung from a taut chain attached to the ceiling in the center of the carriage. Her ankles were shackled as well, and her body swayed with each bump and dip in the road. The chain on her collar was attached to one of the walls, and it rattled as the carriage moved. She wished Norlan had not fired Marris. Then,...
"We may be nearly there, Amanda," said Gedric. "The path is definitely sloping downward, and I can see a beach ahead." Amanda said nothing as she stumbled along behind him, for she was afraid her voice would reveal her distress and slow him down. They could not afford any delays now; she was sure Mandas and Norlan realized Gedric had not taken the expected route. For all she knew, they were alerted early and now lay in wait. The path was little more than a narrow trail following the...
Kyllos stepped out from behind his desk, giving his visitor a respectful bow of his head. "Good blessings to you, Brother of The Order." From just inside the closed door, where the Inonni Portal had deposited him not moments ago, the robed and somber form of Holy Order Elder Iridus closed his eyes and bowed his head in return. As he lifted his gaze, the lines etched into his thin and sallow face sharpened. "And to you, Fledging Brother of The Order." Kyllos smiled and folded his hands...
Amanda awoke with a start, her eyes flying open and seeing nothing but smooth stone a hand's breadth from her face. She did not know where she was until she turned over on the soft furs. She blinked and squinted at the bright, late morning light. She did not remember returning to the slave quarters, let alone her own niche. She had been so tired she had fallen asleep in the carriage despite her injuries. She looked down at her feet and felt her cheek and lips, but found nothing but smooth...
Kyllos took his time as he strolled down the corridors of the Imperial Palace and reflected on how empty the place seemed. While no fewer people serviced the Palace, many were Cohorts who traveled only when necessary. The favorite haunts of the former staff were deserted, as Cohorts tended not to gather until late evening for devotions at the Inonni Temple which had been erected in the center of the gardens. Inonni centers of government were never built so huge. They were designed more for...
Amanda awoke just before dawn while the other slaves were still asleep. Or at least pretended to be, which she discovered when she dared to open her eyes. She had been fortunate to sleep facing the inside of the chamber. If she had to turn over, she was sure she would have been beset once more. She caught Larra just before she was about to lift her head and stare at Amanda. Amanda shut her eyes and forced her breath to remain steady. She heard Larra stir once more, then subside. Amanda...
The room which served as the parlor for High Lord Bortho seemed confining despite its owner's great wealth and love of large, expansive chambers. Indeed, in this case, its own opulence was its undoing. Rich tapestries and beautiful paintings marched high along the walls, their edges almost touching one another. Before them stood statues and carvings composed of every material from wood to stone to metal. Arranged before them were vases, gourds, goblets, and other small treasures, sitting...
TEMPESTUOUS TELEMARKETER TEMPESTUOUS TELEMARKETER Elwyn sweated as he talked to the prospect on the phone. He could feel Glenda?s eyes on him. His butt still ached from her earlier interview with him. ?Hello? Mr. Sykes this is? Elwyn Stokes from ?Washington Politics magazine. We noticed you dropped your subscription?? He looked up at Glenda, who frowned even more right back at him. Elwyn thought of her nails raking his sensitive spot beneath his testicles and shivered. ?and we want...
Melissa sat on a bench, her back against the cold wall. The musty dampness of the crypt invaded her nostrils and with her eyes half closed, she rested with her legs pulled up against her chest. Angeline was on the other side of the curtain preparing and placing some of the props for the play. Bernadette, or Berni as she liked to be called, was applying the finishing touches to her clothes. Her bright red hair was glowing, even from the dim lighting that was scattered by the flickering...
OccupationsIn the music room on the first floor of the Stone house, Tempest slammed away on the grand piano keys, her tiny fingers moving fast as she played her self- composed masterpiece. She focused on the keys, channeling her anger and her anticipation, shifting the cherry sucker in her mouth from side to side as she concentrated and waited… She had been playing the piano since the day of her third birthday when Darleen found her tapping away on the grand piano in the music room. She knew immediately...
Chapter 2 – The diabolic doll It was the beginning of summer but one would never know by the unpredictable weather. The sun was attempting to shine, but it was dulled by the minor storm. The wind whistled, the swelled clouds were ready to burst and the smell of the upcoming rain dominated the air. It seemed as if the summer was still stuck in spring. There were no early summer beach days, no family picnics in the park, no big barbecue bashes in the backyard. It was proving to be a disastrous...
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, casting its warm beams on the city below. There was a cool breeze that complimented the warmth and carried the heady smell of the lilacs through the air, filling the hall of the big brick church on Gotham Street. The sun shone through the stained glass windows casting different tones on the walls and the floors, illuminating the entire church. It was the perfect day for a baptism. The Stone and the Rush family stood before the magnificent alter inside...
‘No one knows.’ he knew the young girl wouldn’t believe him. If anyone was comparable to Tempest in the pranks department, it was Davis and she knew most of his tricks. He lowered his voice as the members of the Stone family did when speaking of any member of the Rose family, ‘all we know is he ran off with Bianca Rose.’ ‘Who?’ she thought Davis said Bianca Rose and she knew there was no way he could have said Bianca Rose. ‘did you just say-?’ ‘Bianca Rose.’ he whispered she looked at him in...
It was the beginning of the season, a bright new start screamed from the skies and a fresh dewy smell permeated the air. It was a season where the story started anew as it ended for good. It was an unusual spring to say the least, the rain was relentless, forcing everyone to take shelter lest the lightening lick their limbs and the thunder shake their bones. The constant down pour had become depressing and had most people staring out their windows wishing for the summer. It had been the...
Oh not again! For the second night in a row Candace has woke up due to the tingling sensations in her lower body. For the second night in a row Candace has woke up with a large, throbbing cock pressing up between her ass cheeks. Although she is wearing boy shorts, with the cock’s owner wearing shorts, she can still feel it move with each breath. Normally she wouldn’t mind having an erect member in her bed. Being sixteen she is always horny and it is one of the things her boyfriend loves...
When night falls and before bed, Candace’s mother, Rita, says she feels she is coming down with something. Not wanting to pass on any sickness to her husband of daughter, she goes to sleep on the couch, leaving Candace and Caleb in the bed alone. They are in bed, both lying on their backs. Candace is in her chemise and boy shorts, Caleb in just his shorts again, waiting for sleep to hit. This is when Candace decides to breech the subject. “So, is it me?” “What?” Caleb asks, a little...
“What happened last night was a onetime thing, I swear,” Caleb tells her in the morning. “If it needs to be done again, I’ll do it.” “Okay, Daddy,” she replies simply, almost running to the bathroom to try and ease her urges as best as she can. But later, once the day is over and it’s time for bed, things are a little different. Candace isn’t woken by the feeling of her father’s erection pressing into her, but by quick movement from his side of the bed. She rolls over and what she sees...
Throughout the day Candace tries her best to brush up against her father as much as possible, out of view of everyone else. It reminds Caleb of how a cat does it, thinking how appropriate it is considering how his daughter is playing dress up, though he pretends not to notice. He tries not to make a big deal out of it, but is becomes unbearable to the point that he is looking forward to bed time and even suggests an early night. He says it is to let his wife get some rest in the hope her...
Caleb wakes slowly, finding the blanket tossed aside with his catgirl daughter cradling his balls and his throbbing shaft buried in her small mouth. He cannot say anything because he knows that it would be a futile effort if he even tries to. He reasons that he will have a talk with her after. Candace on the other hand knows her father has awoken and the fact that he does not say anything is working in her favor. She swallows as much of him as she can before switching to sucking his balls...
Joyce had woke up early. Today is different from other days because Lewis, her son, is taking Rita to the doctor. This leaves her, Caleb and Candace all alone at home. Not that it is a bad thing. Looking out the window, the sun is already coming up. It is going to be a beautiful and sunny day and as such the woman planned on lounging around the house. She catches a glimpse of herself in the tall mirror, the sunlight shining through the window is causing her shear nightgown to seem almost...
Lewis takes his aunt to the doctor while the rest of the household eats breakfast. Candice manages to disappear when it comes time to cleanup and just as miraculously reappears when all the work is finished. Her appearance does not go unnoticed by Joyce, nor does her dress though she does try to pretend not to notice it. Candace is wears a halter top, clearly without a bra on beneath. Her hard, little nipples are very visible and pointing straight out. So is the full curve of her breasts,...
After about five minutes, when her body has calmed down completely, the realization of what she has just done hits Joyce. She has just fucked her sister’s husband! Caleb is now sitting on the opposite side of the pool with an impish grin on his face. Having filled his sister-in-law’s cunt with his cream, he is feeling pretty good with himself. He has very little guilt about the experience, having fucked his daughter just this morning. He is still running on hormones and adrenaline. Joyce...
Joyce and Caleb still remain naked, enjoying the sigh of one another’s bodies while they eat. Afterward, Caleb grabs a quick shower and Joyce goes into the living room to watch a movie. When the man returns, drying himself off, he sees his sister-in-law on the back of the couch, legs spread with one hand groping her breasts and the other buried inside her pussy. On the television is a porn movie. Caleb doesn’t recognize it, but on the screen is a young looking girl dressed as a nurse in a...
Later, after a large dinner, everyone retired to bed. Caleb’s wife, Rita, is on the couch again. She has her medication but I still contagious and still doesn’t want to get anyone sick. When Caleb enters his room he sees Candace kneeling on the bed, totally naked with her arms behind her back pushing her cute firm breasts and hard pink nipples out toward him. “I’ve missed you, Daddy,” she says, swaying slightly. Caleb has to admit that his daughter’s small frame and pert breasts are...