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A few hours had passed. Fabian could start to think again, his raging headache finally beginning to subside. He laid in his bed for a bit, reveling in the silence. It was now the dead of night, and still he thought of Vania. The night hadn't gone according to plan. Fabian had originally hoped for a nice but uneventful dinner, a nighttime chat, and then... he couldn't think out that. Fabian tried to think of something else to distract his mind but... he was beginning to yearn for her. This couldn't wait till the morning.

Fabian got up from his bed. Tren had long since retired to his assigned quarters, leaving the Prince alone. Opening his door, he started to make his way through the castle corridors. The castle and its residents had long since retired to bed, leaving the grounds eerily quiet. Only the moon and the occasional lit candle to illuminated his path. He soon found himself standing in front of the Princess's quarters. The journey there had turned Fabian's yearning into pure desire. He knocked on the door, hoping Vania would still have the sense to let him in.

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The knock came long after Vania had fallen asleep, but she was a restless sleeper by nature, so it woke her up. Vania grumbled in annoyance as she got up and headed towards the door. She hoped, a bit desperately, that it wouldn't be Fabian, but no one visited her room, so it was likely to be him.

She opened the door and sighed, staring at Fabian. "Which version of you feels the need to bother me in the middle of the night?" It was a valid question, considering now she knew less about Fabian than she had started out. He was impossible to know, or rather, he didn't seem to want to let her in either way. He was frustrating, and her soft spot was going to go away with the way he wasn't real with her. But for now, she'd opened the door for him, stepped back and let him in.

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Fabian watched as Vania opened the door for him. She stood there, barely awake wondering what he wanted. The Prince couldn't come up with the right words for what he wanted. Fumbling their night together, his words hadn't done him much good to this point. Maybe his actions could speak for him. Her room and the corridor outside were dark, his eyes still shining red against the inky blue darkness. Fabian stepped inside her room, grabbing the door handle and closing it behind him.

The sound of a *click* emanated from the door as he turned the lock. Facing back towards Vania, he slowly approached her. Fabian pulled her close, his lips parting as he looked at his Princess. Hesitating, his thoughts rapidly fired off. _Is this okay? Am I doing this right? Will she freak out?_ Before any of those thoughts could take hold and question what he was doing, he let instinct drive him. He held her in an embrace and kissed her.

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He didn't bother to respond to her, which left Vania even more confused. But to be fair, anything would be confusing when she was just woken up and still in a sleepy haze. All she knew was that Fabian was standing here, locking her bedroom door behind him, not saying a word.

Before she could react, he pulled her close, and suddenly, his lips were on hers. She kissed back, too tired to let her confusion about it stop her. This was out of nowhere, but she was much too sleepy to question it, so she was just, kissing Fabian back.

[User] The Prince kissed her deeply, intimate thoughts running through his mind. She didn't seem to be bothered by his advances, instead accepting him. They stayed like that for a time in the darkness, quietly together, as faint moonlight trickled into her room. Fabian ran his hand down her side, checking out her sexy laced nightgown. "Nice outfit." Fabian kissed her neck, taking his time with the Princess. "I'd love to see you take it off for me~" He whispered, grinning deviously.

[Assistant] If she were more awake, Vania would probably have stopped this, considering the fact that while she was attracted to Fabian, she didn't want to rush into things like this. Especially when she knew he was more interested in just sex. They stayed for a while, kissing passionately before he pulled away and kissed her neck. She didn't know which version of Fabian this was, but she didn't have the brain power, nor the will power to stop herself from giving in to his impulses. She pulled away, slowly working off her top, half showing off her body before she took off her shorts and panties, staring at him naked. This was definitely a bad idea, but she had no will power in the moment and was just giving in to Fabian's wishes.

[User] _Damn, she was gorgeous._ Fabian bit his lip watching Vania undress, as he then started to remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt underneath. He was tone and well built, even for a demon. A large part of him wanted to skip the foreplay and fuck her right then and there, but he knew they would both enjoy this more by having a little patience. Fabian led her farther into the room, towards her own bed. Now shirtless, he loosened the strings to his pants. "You wouldn't mind helping me with my issue down there, would you?~" He pulled out his dick in front of her, already throbbing and aroused. It looked to be a fairly large. "Show me your services, Princess."

[Assistant] Vania knew, deep down, that he was only interested in sex, but she couldn't stop herself at the moment. She was attracted to him, and it was impossible to deny him, not right this second anyways. He led her farther into her room as she stared, almost awestruck at his looks. He was insanely handsome, and now, naked alongside her. She stared, surprised at how large his cock was, for a moment before she got on her knees in front of him. Damn, she loved how aroused he was just looking at her. Vania started slowly, licking over the length almost teasingly before taking all of it into her mouth and sucking, enjoying how it would hit the back of her throat the further down it she went.

[User] Fabian let out a breath as she began to lick his shaft. She didn't seem to be questioning any of what he wanted her to do. He nearly tensed up when Vania took the whole thing down her throat, Fabian stifling a moan. Laying a hand on her head, he started to guide her along his cock. "F-fuck..." His eyes flickered in the dark, as the pleasure he was receiving nearly overwhelmed him. Before long, he could feel his dick begin to throb. Fabian guided her down more and more before pushing her to the base of his cock. He tossed his head back as he came down her throat.

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It was likely that once sense had returned to Vania, she would run away again, do anything to avoid the prince. It wasn't like her to be this way, and she still didn't feel like she trusted Fabian considering he tended to pull something every time she tried to know him, but for now, she was lost in lust, apparently. Vania moaned softly against his cock as he guided her along it. It didn't much surprise her that Fabian liked to have control, so this was pretty much an expectation for her.

Vania gagged a little as he pushed her all the way down, but she had to admit she was impressed with how quickly he came, down her throat no less. It was odd, if only because he had made mention of having plenty of demon whores to do this to him all the time. She pulled off when he finished, and swallowed before smirking at him. "Thought you were a horny bastard with all those demon sluts to tend to your every whim." Vania teased, standing up.

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Fabian breathed heavily, surprised at how simple Vania made that look. He had came so quickly, almost unnaturally. "I don't... remember any of my whores taking dick like that..." He gave her a look of determination. "And who said... I was done...?"

As the Princess stood back up, Fabian pushed her down onto the bed. Despite her having sucked him thoroughly, his cock still looked like it needed attention. "I can go all night." Getting on top of her, he held her hands down to the bed, Fabian's long white hair covering them both like a private canopy. "Be carefully what say Princess... otherwise you'll be begging for me to stop." He smiled wickedly.

[Assistant] "Well, maybe I'm better than any of your little whores." Vania pointed out with a giggle. "Either way, I don't share my man with anyone." Vania insisted sharply. Vania giggled as he suddenly pushed her back onto her bed, before getting on top of her. "I'd love to see you try to make me beg." Vania pointed out, move her head up to kiss him again.

[User] Fabian kissed her back aggressively. _Oh this bitch was asking for it._ As he kissed her, Fabian let go of her hands and spread her legs. Positioning his cock, he didn't give her any moments of respite before pushing inside. The Prince let out a hot breath as he began to get use to the feeling of her. He thrust slowly at first, before adjusting himself and beginning to thrust into her hard and fast. He breathed rapidly against her neck and ear, their bodies meshing together as they fucked.

[Assistant] Vania was lost in her attraction, her pure lust for Fabian. She couldn't deny that she wanted it. She moaned loudly as he pushed that large cock into her with ease. It was quick, but he didn't take long before he was thrusting hard and fast, the only sounds being Vania's moans of pure pleasure and their bodies as they moved together hotly. "Oh, fuck, Fabian!" Vania moaned his name hotly.

[User] The bed itself started to creak as Fabian fuck her senseless. He gained a demented satisfaction at hearing her moan his name, pushing him to fuck her more. He kept up his pace for several minutes before his cock started to throb once again. Grabbing her hips, he made a final series of thrusts before slamming into her, his cock spraying her insides with hot cum. The Prince moaned into her shoulder, their bodies tensing up as they finished.

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It was hot and heavy, making Vania nearly scream in pleasure before they ended up cumming almost together. She relaxed after their respective releases, and wound up smiling up at him. In no time at all, Vania wound up falling asleep contentedly.

Of course, waking up the next morning to see Fabian in her bed, was a complete and total shock. For some reason, the whole thing had... seemed like a dream. Up until she woke up wrapped up in Fabian. On instinct, Vania pulled away, grumbling a little as she stared at Fabian. This was not supposed to happen, she hadn't planned on having sex with Fabian in the first place! She laid there, keeping her eyes closed, hoping that Fabian would say nothing, not realize she was awake, and leave.

[User] Fabian started to calm down, laying on top of her, exhausted. For an elf, she took a lot out of him. She certainly wasn't a pushover. He rested there for a while with her as he caught his breath. When Fabian opened his eyes again, their color was now back to normal. His golden eyes looked at Vania and saw her smile a genuine smile. Fabian was tired, but he figured seeing that was good enough for him, until he eventually drifted to sleep.


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The world melted away around the pair. There was only Whitefall, a bright and powerful woman. Her mentor. Her first. Her guide through her desires. Nadia clutched onto her, trusting her to care and please her. Trusting her to be gentle and patient. The researcher took her vulnerability in stride. Her very touch softened, lessened in severity. The hand along her spine reassured her of her presence. Nadia was okay. She was safe. She could let go. Soft lips claimed her mouth, soothing her pitiful whimpers as she struggled to adjust. Ever so slowly, she began to welcome her, both in spirit and in body.

"I don't know if I can," she whispered back, not knowing if she could handle her. The fragility of her was blatant as she looked through the darkness to her mentor, searching for her steadying hand. Nadia had never met an obstacle too great, but they had all been academic. The challenge placed before her was something she'd never been faced with. Nothing could have prepared her. The younger woman buried her face in her neck, breathing her in and dragging her teeth against her skin. Her praises were barely filtered through her haze of lust and fear of the unknown.

A shiver licked up her spine, and she nipped at her pulse. "Why do you think you deserve it..." The challenge was meek. What she wanted was the truth. Why her? Why was she so important? Whitefall had her choice of assistants. Some better. Some worse. Most just as eager as her. "What will you do if I kept it from you?" Was her interest in her finite? Was there an hourglass somewhere that would lead to her being discarded? "I won't make it that easy for you, Dr. Whitefall~"

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"Because I'm going to earn it, Ms. Anika." Nothing Selena had said thus far was a lie. Nadia had taken her entire cock far quicker than nearly all her past partners. Granted, part of that was the result of an accident, but it didn't change the fact she had succeeded. The feeling of lying atop Nadia, their arms and legs entwined, and her pussy engulfing her were sublime. Nadia truly was the best Selena had ever fucked, and yet... she resisted. In away that also set her above the others. Past women were often reduced to a drooling mess by now only capable of begging to be fucked harder and longer. Nadia keeping her senses, her resolve meant she was stronger than the others too.

Perhaps it was that strength. Every woman prior to her had been a choice, yes, but one between a half dozen carefree women at a club or bar. A doe eyed grad-student looking to fast track their career using the body instead of their brains. Selena had chosen Nadia though. At first it felt like nothing more than physical attraction, nothing more than all before her. Now though, it was clear that there was something else, and Selena had no idea what. "Nadia is Sulverrin." The idea echoed in Selena's mind. It made sense. Here before her was this beautiful thing that possessed an incredible but unknown ability. Selena was fascinated by it, and quickly becoming obsessed with it. In that moment of clarity, she saw Nadia through her own eyes again, and began to withdraw herself.

"I'm sorry Nadia." Slowly, carefully, until she was completely removed and rested herself on Nadia's belly. "I lost myself." A hand came up to wipe a tear from the woman's face and brush some hair away. "I've known about this side of myself for some time, but I've never lost out to it like that before." Next, she propped herself up on her elbows, lifting the weight from Nadia's chest. "There's something about you that I can't explain. I don't know what about you is different. What it is that you have or do, that no one else has before, but it drives me wild. More than I knew a person could be." Selena's hair fell around their faces, as if further hiding them from the rest of the world. "I can feel it coming back, Ms. Anika. I can feel her, the other side of me. She is far from subtle, and a bit of a brute, but if she could have you and no other for the rest of her life, then she would be sated. I know, because I feel the same. I want to explore you Ms. Anika, and have you explore me in kind." Once more Selena pressed the head of her cock into Nadia's folds. "Now before she returns, if you would have me, I would greatly enjoy bringing you to climax."

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Nadia didn't know when started crying. The powerful emotions had washed over her like a flood. She was merely an observer, watching the water consume everything it touched. But the hand that almost lovingly caressed her face brought her back to the present. She looked up into those sapphires. They were soft and filled with understanding. A new emptiness filled her as Whitefall withdrew. She couldn't help but wince at the lack of fullness. Whitefall's words were wonderful and everything she wanted to her---longed to hear, but she found something within them a touch unnerving.

Every fan wished to hold the affection of the person they placed on a pedestal. She had fallen for Whitefall because of her stoic nature and irresistible charm. She hadn't imagined her to be quite so... soft. She wasn't sure what to do with such a nurturing form of seduction.

There was a long pause between them as Nadia debated what to say. "You're my first," she said, unsure of what else to say. "Don't discard me like the others." Because whether she wanted to or not, Whitefall would forever live in her memory as the woman who had taken her first time. She bit the inside of her lip. "If you can promise that," her legs rested easily on either side of her mentor, an invitation to go further or leave, "then you can have me."

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Now, with Nadia's permission, Selena penetrated her once more. It was different this time. Neither side fighting the other. Selena was still large compared to her new lover, and it would take time before they were accustomed to each other, but now the tightness around her was warm and welcoming. After hitting Nadia's deepest point, and pressing up against her again, Selena planted a tender kiss on her lips. Her tongue flicked at Nadia's, beckoning it to come out and play. The thrusts were slow, and gentle, but always drove in as deep as they could. Each one came with a roll of Selena's hips with the intent of stimulating as much of the virgin as possible.

"I promise, Nadia." The broken kiss left a thin trail of saliva between the two women. "In a way, you're my first as well." Tears on the other side of Nadia's face were wiped away as Selena interrupted herself with another kiss. "You're the first woman I've desired. I may have fucked countless others, but I know now that I was just hungry then. Eating to fill a need." Feeling more attuned with the woman beneath her, Selena sent the next thrust with more force. Bucking into Nadia and shifting the two of them on the bed. "You and your body satisfy me on more than a physical level, in a way I can't explain." Another harder thrust, and the bed squeaked as it slid a centimeter along the floor. "And I hate that I don't know the answer! But I love that there are still things in this world that require examining!" Selena's voice pitched and she forced her lips onto Nadia's once again as she held herself at the apex of a thrust, with just the tip inside her assistant.

"Nadia..." There was a shudder and a shake in Selena's arms as she kept herself above Nadia. "The next time I enter you, I will cum." There was a mix of hunger, lust, and need in the doctor's eyes looking down. "I've done something terrible to you, and I'm sorry. I also can't promise I won't lose myself like this again. I can promise to always be as gentle, and careful as possible though. There is something about you my body doesn't understand, and it believes this is the best way to learn. I am going to cum inside you. Claim your body for my own. It will be the first of many times. However I can't bring myself to do it if I know I'm not making you feel at least as wonderful as you make me. So please Nadia. Cum for me." As the words left her lips, it was the first time Selena Whitefall had ever pleaded for something. She placed her lips atop Nadia's for the last time, and plunged herself inside.

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Slowly, she opened herself up to her mentor, welcoming her in to explore her mouth and intertwine their tongues. It was strange having another tongue pressing past her lips. She lightly sucked on and teased the other woman, though she didn't try to press for control like she had many times before. Something cold and wet landed on her lips as Whitefall pulled away. She licked it up without a second thought. "How many others have you said that to?" The question wasn't meant to be abrasive, but she found it difficult to believe that she'd been the first woman her mentor had ever desired. There had to be others.

A deep thrust had her gasping. Her fingers dug into her back, lips spreading, and eyes going wide. The angle between them was perfect. Every thrust hit the mind-numbing weakness within her. Another thrust, this one more powerful, had her insides clenching. She whimpered against her lips. Even the very sounds she made were claimed by Whitefall. She wasn't sure where she began and ended. All she was then was a puddle of bliss.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice high and keening. She was so close. If she stopped so suddenly, she'd surely lose her growing climax. "I don't care. Just keep going!" Nadia didn't mean to interrupt her, but she was feeling too good to care about anything she had to say. Bliss ripped through her very soul as Whitefall plunged deep within her. Slender fingers squeezed between them, playing with her swollen bundle of nerves to finish out her high. She arched against her, gasping and crying out as her body writhed with ecstasy. Every spasm would be felt by Whitefall as she milked her cock of everything it possessed. Only when the intensity of her high began to wane did her fingers stop their feverish circling and she relaxed back onto the bed in a puddle whimpering vulnerability.

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Selena's mind went white and her entire body tensed as Nadia clamped down on her. True to her earlier praise, Nadia's pussy really was above the rest. It seemed to have it's own will and intent to pull everything and more from the cock within it. She surrendered so fully to this new height of climax that she even forgot to count the number of times her cock rushed forward with seed, but it was at least as much as last time.

She let the two of them lie there for a minute, catching their breaths and coming down from their respective highs. Shuddering aftershocks seemed to tear through Nadia well after the fact. Selena didn't blame her for that. Her own experiences had taught her to do little more than tread water, whereas Selena had just chucked her into the deep end. Soon after, enough feeling returned to the doctor's legs that she felt she could get onto the bed. She ensured she kept as much of herself within Nadia as possible. Even soft, her pulling out could be overstimulating now and cause pain instead of pleasure. Working her body in time with Nadia's, Selena was soon cradling her body against her. The movements at this point were a practiced routine, and she took her position as the big spoon.

"You did wonderfully, Ms. Anika. I rarely feel so tapped out after only one orgasm." Her arms and hands were crossed over Nadia's, but she made no attempt to caress or otherwise touch her. Simply lying still to create something that could be anchored to. It was then that she remembered the earlier question. "I've made similar statements to a few women in the past, however looking back, they all feel like lies in comparison to when I said it just now. Whether you believe that, is up to you." A kiss on Nadia's shoulder was as much stimulus as Selena dared offer in this moment. "We'll shower in a bit, whenever you feel ready. I'll help if you need. Don't worry about the bed, this building has an excellent cleaning service. Just lie here, focus on your breathing, and stay with me, Ms. Anika."

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Soft sounds came from the fucked out woman as she was gingerly moved to lie on her side. Warmth pressed against her back, reassuring her in the quiet moment. Long lashes brushed along her cheeks. Around her length, she continued to throb with each aftershock that coaxed a whimper past her lips. She let out a soft breath in response to the kiss against her shoulder. Nadia drifted off into a place between realities. Vaguely aware of the woman pressed up against her while her thoughts slipped elsewhere. Soon enough, her breathing evened, and she eased beneath Whitefall's touch. She slept until her alarm went off, marking her six-hour mark. She untangled herself and wiped the oozing mess between her legs off with the blanket. Quickly, she dressed and went back to her day as if nothing had happened. As before, she returned to her professional persona while her thoughts continued to stray toward what had happened in the darkness of their room. When she left for the night, she grabbed a Plan B, unsure if she would find herself morning sick in the coming days.

A grueling month passed for the assistant. She was caught up in a whirlwind of activities. Nearly every day, she found herself being pounced upon with varying approaches. Most of the time, Whitefall was gentle, coaxing her to relax and fulfill the both of them. Rarely did she push her. She didn't usually have to. Nadia was often too tired to give up much of a fight (and she was plagued by the desires her mentor had planted within her). Her mood always remained professional, though as the month began to come to an end, she found herself increasingly frustrated with the lack of progress on her research on slag. Little to nothing came of it. Whether that was because they hadn't found the right catalyst to push the reaction or the E. Coli wasn't responding to it, she didn't know. She was stuck. Thankfully, Whitefall had scheduled their plane tickets before she decided to take a few days off to recover from pulling her hair out.

After making it through security, Nadia found herself looking around for the woman who'd organized their trip out of the country. It didn't take her long to spot the bright head of crimson in the sea of people. Shoving her phone in the pocket of her gray sweatpants, she made her way over to the formidable scientist. "You're here early," she commented. They had at least another hour or so until departure. "Remind me where we'll be staying while we're there." She looked out over the people mulling about. It was always odd to her seeing so many people, many of whom she'd never see again. They all lived their own lives. Had their own dreams and fears. Nadia would never know any of them.

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The next month was some of the most fun Selena could remember having. Spending her days in a custom, private lab with someone just as passionate as herself, and her nights wrapped up with Nadia every chance she got. Of course her unique hormones also saw her pestering her partner when other work could be doing. Nadia never said no, but ever the professional, she did get her mentor to negotiate down from an intense, wall shaking, session in their bedroom, to an incredible blowjob more that once so that at least one of them would be working at a given time. In fact, in a way she couldn't quite explain, Selena enjoyed that Nadia didn't let her simply take what she wanted, when she wanted it. If she could keep up with someone as hungry as Selena, then if and when the time came for her to go out on her own, Nadia would be able to face down anyone in he path.

"Hmm? Oh yes, a few less than optimal experiences have taught me to give airports the utmost respect and I always arrive at least an hour early for flights. Even more if I have to go through customs." She briefly recalled the events and rolled her eyes. Nadia had come from behind and almost startled Selena. The younger woman's ability to catch her off guard from time to time was another thing Selena was unsure about. Everyone else she'd worked eventually fell into a space within her mind that she could detect on some level. Nadia really was different. "The area we're headed to is set to become an exclusive golf resort and country club. Something like seven different nine hole courses, fly-in access only, the kind of paradise only for those with the filthiest fuck you money." Selena couldn't be too jaded about the whole thing, the resort, specifically an article on it was part of how she made the discovery and decision to even take on this new project. "I contacted those in charge and told them we have some concerns about the local flora." It wasn't a lie, but she'd certainly implied they were health related concerns and not what the two women would actually be looking into. "We're being put up in one of the facilities that will house staff. It will be a far cry from the lavish rooms that will be offered the future guests, but at a place this nice, even the janitors will have it decent."

"Ms. Anika." Having cleared the various hurdles of baggage, customs, and boarding check-in, the women were finally on the plane and in their seats. "There's a conversation I've been meaning to have. It didn't need to wait until this moment specifically, and in fact I'm not entirely sure why it did." She smoothed out a wrinkle in her jeans before continuing. "I've noticed some distress in the lab lately, maybe even what could be called annoyance. I want you to know it isn't unfounded, and that I agree with you." There was a brief pause as she appeared to be choosing her words. "I understand how strange it must seem to see me achieve an acceptable success, and simply move on before perfecting it. However I'm required to. There were two clauses in the contract I signed that gave me functionally infinite funding. The first, that I set my sights on newer and greater heights, and the second that I take on an assistant." She took another moment to sip on the can of soda she'd taken from the service cart.

"Addressing the second, first. I did go into that interview process expecting I'd be hiring dead weight, and fully planned to just pick the cutest one and make her into a little sex toy for myself. That was my plan for you. However, you turned out to be, well, you. Passionate, intelligent, and creative. The fact you're also a great fuck is an incredible bonus." There was a gasp from beside them as someone overheard the conversation, but Selena either didn't hear or care. "Ninety percent fertility is an enormous statistic. In fact, surveys show that the ten percent of people unaffected by the Sulverrin treatments is actually a smaller population than those who simply choose to not reproduce. It is for those reasons that I was encouraged, then persuaded, and now finally ordered to aim my genius elsewhere." Selena's voice was picking up a sharpness, which she removed with a deep breath and another sip of her drink. "I believe your statement a month ago was correct. There is potential in my slag reversal theory, but we simply can't source enough at a time to cause any kind of catalyzing reaction. However, as long as I have six different flavors of industrial waste in the coolers, my benefactors gloss over the fact that I'm still tinkering and toying with my original formula. As long as I have at least a half dozen plates in the air, one of them can have Sulverrin on it. Ninety percent is incredible, and more importantly, it's good enough, but it's not perfect, and it hasn't solved the problem it was created for. So if you're frustrated with me for abandoning my claim to fame know that I haven't, I just have to jump through several hoops to keep it in sight."

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Nadia found herself surprised by the bitterness her mentor held for the golf course. Rarely did she see Whitefall be anything but nonchalant and charismatic. The new side of her drew up a slight smile along her painted lips. There was some humanity in the older woman after all. "So long as I have my own bed, I won't complain," she said with perhaps a touch of passive aggressiveness. Any time she laid down for a nap or to sleep, she almost always found Whitefall climbing beneath the sheets with her. The intrusion on her personal space had annoyed her, but it had become so common that she had taken the pillow from the other bed and put it onto hers so she didn't have to share.

She glanced over at Whitefall with the use of her name. It almost felt like she'd been trained to give her mentor her undivided attention whenever she used it. "What conversation is that," she asked cautiously. The near-scrutinizing look vanished from her face, and she turned her gaze to the window next to her seat. Nadia hadn't meant to be so overt with her frustrations. Sure, she often questioned her mentor's methods and ideas, but she always kept her attitude strictly professional. Perhaps the emails she'd sent her on the updates concerning the slag had been a touch too curt with the lack of progress she was witnessing.

The color drained from her face as a gasp sounded from a seat beside them. She slouched slightly in her chair as if she might disappear into the seat. "I don't believe those are appropriate things to say out in public," she said in a sharp, hushed tone. Ever the goody-two-shoes, Nadia felt a small piece of herself die from embarrassment. She lifted her hand to rub the side of her neck, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to break. "It's your lab, Doctor Whitefall. I will respect whatever choices you make." But only because she had no other choice. "What problem is that," she asked, backtracking for a moment as she glanced at her mentor from the corner of her eye. "The few that the original formula doesn't aid are incredibly niche," and the people who had were willing to pay millions, maybe even billions, for the mere chance that they might sire their own child. Nadia couldn't imagine why. If she was to have a child, it would be far into the future, and she saw no difference between having her own or adopting one.

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"Apologies, I'll try to keep topics like that more private in the future." She wouldn't. Selena had long since given upon caring about what others thought. At one point she'd been like Nadia, desperate to keep her private affairs unknown to the world. Now though, she knew one simple fact. People are horny. Even the older woman a row over likely had a favorite set of restraints back home, and loved every minute her husband had her in them. Also, the way her assistant went pale and tried to hide was adorable to Selena

"You're a key part of the operation Ms. Anika. There is a line between your roles as assistant and partner that is blurry at best. I of course have final say, but don't invalidate your own ideas and opinions simply because it's my name on the door." Sincere as she was, Selena also didn't mind Nadia being tense due to their chosen projects and progress or lack thereof. It just gave her more to help the younger woman work through during their free time. "Hmm?" She turned to raise an eyebrow at her cohort. "The answer to that question is information no one else on earth has ever been privy to Ms. Anika." For a moment she teased the possibility of not divulging further, but then leaned back in her seat and brought her hands behind her head.

"I set my sights on biology, fertility specifically, not to better the human race as a whole, but actually for a very selfish reason." A hand came down and brushed over the slight bulge in her pants. "My unique physiology, the fact I possess the best of both worlds so to speak, comes with the downside of being completely sterile." She let out a long exhale and some of her rigid professionalism seemed to dissipate with the air. "I have a cock that men would dream of wielding and women crave riding, but my swimmers are dead in the water. I have a pussy like Persian silk, but my womb is boarded up and locked." She'd lowered her voice, but anyone within one seat could likely still hear if they didn't have something else to listen to. "I've never had plans to have kids, but I hate that it's not my choice to make." Sinking into the seat, she was more Selena than Dr. Whitefall in this moment. "Niche is fucking right."

"Anyway." Selena shook away her candor and sat straighter. "You might be glad to know that we're flying out to Canada for more than just a legend." Reaching down into her carry-on bag, Selena produced a tablet and opened some articles as she spoke. "Not only do we have the myth of a herculean indigenous peoples, but elementary and high school age children in the area, especially in rural communities are almost always at the top of track and field competitions. I suspect that there may literally be something in the water. Perhaps some kind of flora that grows here, which was once commonly eaten or used in ceremonial practices is now just out in the fields. Farm kids grow up surrounded by it and are able to take in at least minor effects. If we can confirm there is something like that out here, we could bring about a new age for humanity." The tablet was returned to the bag, and Selena looked back to Nadia. "Thoughts?"


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"Yes." A small smile pulled at her lips. "I never took any of her classes, but I had classmates who did." None of them spoke fondly of her. "Everyone said she was a waste of time, so I took Dr. Smith's class." He had been a pleasant, docile fellow. The man clearly preferred to work in the lab over teaching, but he had always been happy to help her with any questions she had (or arguments).

Nadia turned her head to roll her eyes as she put back a jar of slag. She'd already heard the sentiment the previous day, but she'd hoped if she pushed a bit more, she'd give up her futile mission. It seemed as though she would do no such thing. "We'll see." She put the rest of the slag away and removed her gloves once more. By then, it was time for her to begin counting the first culture of E. Coli. She sat down on her bench and began marking the first few plates and writing down the results in her journal. Briefly, she paused to look over at Whitefall. It was difficult to see what was going on behind the woman's eyes before she returned back to her work. Perhaps she'd been too late in her endeavor to put her name on an article worth remembering. "If that's what you think is reasonable," she conceded. Slag seemed totally out of their expertise, but she would entertain the idea for a time.

Nadia was disappointed that their research was no longer pursuing fertility. Ten percent, in her eyes, was too large a gap to give up on. She had hoped Whitefall had shared that thought, but clearly, it wasn't lucrative enough to continue researching. "Everything seems normal so far," she said, interrupting her thoughts as she got up and grabbed her microscope to inspect the bacteria for any abnormalities. "Three hours is probably too early to tell." But she continued to take thorough notes of her observations anyway. She wouldn't bother typing the DNA yet, however. She'd wait until hour six or twelve when they'd had enough time to have several generations of mutations. "What other projects do you have planned for us?" Projects that are worthwhile.

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"Credit where it's due, she's an intelligent woman. Really knows her stuff and we had one truly enlightening conversation after bumping into each other at a coffee shop after classes once. However it's clear that she's grown tired and cynical of teaching." Hovering once more, Selena took note of the penmanship and notes being taken. She'd worked with far too many people in the past who's written word was incomprehensible scrawl, or may as well have been encoded and only readable by the writer. Thankfully, Nadia's was neither.

"Well, as for a major endeavor, we'll actually be looking North next. To Canada specifically. One of the colleagues I speak with who shares my love for obscure and ancient cultures sent me something recently." She headed over to her laptop, clicked a few times and spun the screen to be visible. "While digging into the histories of the various indigenous peoples, they came across this discovery by some backpackers and hikers." The images were of an overgrown grove that was half sheltered by a rock face above. The middle of the scene was devoid of trees, only growing tall grass, which had nearly covered three large spherical stones. "The area was home to the Blackfoot tribe, and multiple recorded stories state that the tribe they originally came from had a society ruled by strength. It's believed that those stones were the test to see who was strongest. The smallest of the three is believed to be heavier than a weight from modern strongman competitions called an Atlas stone." She closed the laptop again and sat on the desk facing Nadia.

"Now, on it's own, that could make for a decent story. An ancient race of peoples once were so physically capable that they regularly tested themselves with what is considered the peak of modern brute strength." A gesture of her hand and Selena prompted Nadia to chime in. "What are your thoughts so far?"

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Heat kissed her cheek as the familiar smell of her mentor enveloped her. If she could bottle her scent and spray it on her pillow every night, she'd pay good money for that. "Seems silly to work when she could just retire." She moved over to the slide an inch, allowing Whitefall to better view what she was doing. Every letter had been meticulously practiced to be straight or perfectly curved. When she rushed, her words began to tend toward loopy, but they always remained neat. She refused to give anyone a reason to doubt her abilities as a scientist because she was an immigrant who'd learned English later in life, so she'd diligently practiced her penmanship.

Nadia listened intently, continuing to scribble down notes as she peered through her microscope. Only when she heard something move did she lift her head. She sat up taller, eyes narrowing on the picture she was seeing. "Hm." She returned to jotting down notes that most college undergraduates would be able to write. "I think I've never been to Canada," she said. "I haven't traveled a lot. Even if it proves to be little more than a story, there could be a lot of potential there." And even more, potential for her to spend time with Whitefall outside of a strictly professional environment.

Finished, she threw away the plates and specimens. "When do we leave?" She put away her microscope before wiping down her work table. Again, she found herself with little to do. Nadia pulled out her phone. Nothing new, as per usual. She pocketed the device before moving to her own desk. Setting up her computer proved to be just as boring as waiting around. She risked a glance toward Whitefall, and toward her jeans before looking back to her screen. Maybe she could risk slipping into the bedroom to take a 'nap'...

"I think I'm going to lie down for a little while. Didn't get much sleep last night and I've got a long day," she reasoned. "If you need anything, I'll be in the room." She walked past her desk, taking in a deep breath of her scent before slipping into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. She quickly found herself beneath the covers of her bed. She glanced at the door, listening for any sounds before her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her sweats. It wouldn't be that bad if she relieved some of the tension that had lingered after her evening with Whitefall...

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Nadia's response was surprising, but not unwelcome. Like Selena herself, she seemed to have a zeal for field work. As satisfying as it was to discover and manipulate the exact reactions and factors within something, the lab could feel claustrophobic after a time. Being out in the world, separating fact from fiction, especially with legends like this, that was was Selena really lived for.

"I bought tickets a little while ago, not long after receiving this information. Currently the fly out date is still a month or so away, but I can move it up. We could leave tomorrow if we saw fit." Selena was clicking around on her computer, checking possible dates and times as she continued to listen to Nadia. "I'll keep it in mind." The she heard the bedroom door click. Her eyes slowly rose above the laptop screen and her second voice accosted, no commanded her. Closing the laptop slowly, she stepped out from the desk and shed her lab coat. _She'd been careful._ Selena had made a point of keeping her distance from Nadia today, only getting close once or twice to examine her in a strictly professional capacity. _She isn't ready._ This was bound to happen eventually, but it was far too soon since the last. Nadia wouldn't be prepared for this, and in some way, neither was Selena.

With one step towards the door, Selena's glasses were folded and left on a table. With the next, her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. After three more they, along with her underwear had been stepped out of halfway across the lab. As she approached the door, she tossed her shirt aside and paused with what little willpower she had left. Her cock throbbed and she felt like she could smell the young woman on the other side.

"Nadia..." She whispered to herself, accepting what was about to happen. "I'll be as gentle as I can."

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Scuffling sounded outside her door. She paused the slow circling of her fingers. The unhurried steps outside were growing closer. The room was dark, hiding her in the shadows. She turned onto her side and pulled her blanket up over her shoulder. She traced the bottom of her lip, unconsciously coating it with the wetness of her core. Nadia closed her eyes and listened. The sounds paused, and she swore she heard her mentor's voice. The throbbing between her legs worsened as her anticipation grew.

The door groaned open, and a sliver of light appeared. "Dr. Whitefall?" She looked over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. Her heart hammered in her chest at the sight revealed to her. Nadia sat up, gaze focused for several moments on the proud length before her. "Dr. Whitefall," she said, "this really isn't appropriate."

She swung her legs over her bed but remained sitting. Her mouth watered with the memory of how she'd tasted. "I think I might have given you the wrong impression..." One of the other, Nadia crossed her legs. The slight friction of the fabric against her center brought a touch of color to her pale cheeks. "You said yesterday that it was important for us to take care of our bodies in order to have a clear mind." She leaned back on her hands as she looked up at her mentor. "I could really use a nap after the night I had."

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Selena opened the door slowly, what little sense remained within her hoping to give Nadia a chance to brace herself. As light cascaded into the room, she saw the slight tussle of Nadia's hair and a telltale glisten over her eyes. The final confirmation came as the younger woman turned to face her, and Selena saw a fait, wet reflection of light on her fingers.

"Isn't it?" The voice was still Selena's but a bit lower, more measured in the way it spoke. "We both enjoyed ourselves yesterday, how would it now be inappropriate today?" Her strides were slow, but Selena's height and the relatively small room allowed her to approach Nadia quickly. "Yes I did, and it seems mine now requires attention." The crossing of legs before her was interpreted as a challenge and the doctor leaned forward. Placing a hand on Nadia's shoulder the two of them fell to the bed under her weight. "Don't worry Ms. Anika, you'll sleep well after this." Selena's other hand slipped beneath the sweats and found Nadia's wetness as if it beckoned her towards it. "Was it me you were fantasizing about in here? Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?"

Selena pressed down on her partner, pinning her to the bed beneath a larger, stronger body. At the same time she forced her lips onto Nadia's and slipped a finger inside. A hungry moan escaped Selena as she began to take Nadia for herself. Her tongue quickly found its way into Nadia's mouth and a second finger was curling and crawling around her core within seconds. As the heat of their bodies rose, and Nadia continued to soak Selena's fingers, the older woman shifted her body, pressing her cock against Nadia's thigh. An indicator, and warning of what was to come.

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Nadia had more than enjoyed herself. But stubbornness refused to allow her to accept such a truth. "It's just as inappropriate," she said, her gaze dropping down to the floor. Every step was taken with the nonchalance of a predator who knew their prey had nowhere to run. A firm hand rested on her shoulder. Nadia's wrapped around her wrist, struggling and failing to stay upright. She was far more fit than most researchers were, but she wasn't nearly strong enough to shove her mentor's weight off of her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice tight with barely contained need and rebellion.

"I only came in he---" her words hitched, and her eyes rolled as a finger slipped inside "---here to sleep. I wouldn't be so unprofessional." The lies poured from her mouth like a fountain as she scraped for any piece of her dignity she could maintain. "Dr. Whitefall," her hand pushed against her shoulder, "we can't--" Tired of her resistance, lips covered hers. A barely contained moan was muffled as a second finger slipped in with the first. Nadia had predicted something like this would happen. Hell, she knew it would, but it still left her on uneven footing.

She moved her head, breaking their kiss. Already, her back was beginning to arch. "You can't do this." While her mouth continued to reject her, Dr. Whitefall would be keenly aware of how deeply her body needed her. Nadia's tight walls clenched around her fingers, coating them in slick nectar. Beneath her top, her nipples were hard and aching to be touched. Even her hips seemed to subtly roll into her hand even as she squirmed beneath her. "I won't be your whore."

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"I think you do Ms. Anika. I think you were about to ask for it last night no less." Nadia's feeble attempts to resist her only fanned the flame within Selena as she fought to keep her most aggressive side in check. "Oh please, if you really wanted to sleep you would've gone home. You wanted to be close to me, close to the place you finally learned how wonderful your body could feel."

"Ms. Anika, I think you'll find that I can, and you will." Selena didn't break pace as Nadia shifted away from the forced kiss. Instead her mouth fell to Nadia's neck. Kissing, sucking, and nibbling on the warm flesh as she continued to roll with Nadia's own body. She plunged her fingers deeper, playing with Nadia more vigorously than yesterday. After all, she'd had practice now, a gush from within proving just how much more she could handle, and how much more she wanted. The hand holding Nadia's shoulder down moved to her chest. Lifting the shirt high enough that a breast could be groped and set upon it. Kneading the tender mound and taking the hard nipple between her fingers.

"You have such a wonderful body Ms. Anika." Selena looked deep into Nadia's golden eyes as she retracted her fingers, dragging the sweatpants from her hips as the hand moved away. "It would be inappropriate of you to deny it the pleasure it craves any longer." Placing her legs between Nadia's, Selena ensured she would have uncontested access as she moved forward. "I've never had a Russian before, I wonder how you'll feel?" With a shift forward, she laid herself across Nadia's sex. Selena's length now dangerously close to making Nadia submit to it. "Mmm, that's it. We can call this an experiment. Would that make it more appropriate Ms. Anika? I compare you to my past lovers, and you compare my cock to my fingers." Another small movement and Selena was completely atop Nadia. Their heads beside each other and moans ringing in the others' ear. At the same time, Selena pressed the tip of herself at the entrance of her partner and paused for one last moment. "I promise you'll love it, they always do." The words flowed like honey before she pushed inside.

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"No," she shook her head. "You're wrong." A war was raging within the young assistant. She wasn't truly fighting off her mentor. She pushed her shoulder and squirmed beneath her, but her attempts were all half-hearted. The longing to submit was almost impossible to ignore. It would have been easy. All she had to do was open her legs and let her have her way with her. "I can make myself feel good on my own," she argued. "I don't need you." But she did. They both knew it. Whitefall had ruined her in a single day. She knew her fingers would never satisfy her again. It didn't feel the same as having her mentor knuckle deep inside her.

Kisses scoured her pulse, driving her closer to the edge of release. A startled moan left her as she plunged deeper, hitting her weak spot. "I won't~" It was getting harder to argue as she was shoved closer and closer to her breaking point. "I won't let you get away with this." Shocks raced through her nerves as her fingers toyed with her sensitive nipple. She mewled, breathing into her hand as if asking for more. The girl within her who'd fought tooth and nail to climb her way up in the world screamed at her to do something, but she simply felt too good. Nadia was always in control... she was so tired of being in command.

Her sweatpants were torn off with practiced ease, and she shivered as the cool air of the room kissed her thighs. "You don't seem to know what the definition of inappropriate is." The bitter bravado she'd plastered onto her face faltered as she felt her length settle over her pelvis. She wouldn't fit. Nadia had never put anything that big inside her before. Her legs raised, squeezing around her waist in a feeble attempt to keep her in place. "Don't pretend this is science. This is," she swallowed as she felt her probe her entrance, "this is so wrong."

A wicked coo in her ears was all the warning she had before she felt her begin to slide past her entrance. "No," she choked out, her hands shoving against her torso. "Please, you're too big." Around her cock, Whitefall would be able to feel the tight walls of her unused pussy. She shuttered and tensed, sucking her in and trying to push her out at the same time. "Dr. Whitefall," she pleaded, squirming against the bed to pull herself away. To escape from a future that would only allow her to be satisfied by her. "I can't take it~"

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"Right and wrong might exist out there, but I told you. This is our own little world. Stop lying to yourself Ms. Anika. Your body loves this! Let the rest of yourself enjoy it too!" With what little restraint she had, Selena kept herself to only pushing her tip in at first. It was more than enough to start with as Nadia's virgin pussy wrapped around her like heavenly silk. "That's what they all said Ms. Anika, have faith in yourself. I know you can." Selena's own heartbeat was thundering now and her breath was hot enough that she still felt its warmth after bouncing off of Nadia's nape.

"A little bit more now, okay?" Pulling back, Selena retreated just until she exited Nadia before sliding forward once more. One inch, two inches past her head and she felt the body beneath her resist again. "You're doing so well, you feel soo good." Selena still had one of Nadia's breasts in hand, while the other had reached around and underneath to take hold of the younger woman's firm ass. "Every part of you is wonderful!" As she relented to thrust in again, Selena tried to kiss Nadia once more. Unable to find her lips, she simply planted hard on a cheek. "I think you can handle half of it now." Pressing once more, the vice-like grip of Nadia's body kept Selena moving slowly, but that only seemed to heighten the sensation for both women. Then, as half of Selena's powerful cock was buried within her partner, she slipped. Had she kept her shoes on, it likely wouldn't have happened. However, the light sweat from her excitement, and the wetness from Nadia's pussy running down their legs created a substance slick enough to make Selena fall forward, and plunge herself completely inside.

"NNggghhhhhh Oh god!" The groan bordered on a wild animals roar as their hips collided. It was sooner and far more forceful than she'd planned, but she'd taken Nadia, and Nadia had taken all of her. "Good girl Ms. Anika. You're exquisite!"

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"I'm not lying," she whimpered. Every breath left her chest in short, stuttering spurts. Only the tip had pressed past her entrance, and she was struggling. Rounded fingernails dug into the powerful frame above her. She strained and let out soft, pathetic sounds. There was no room for her to be stubborn when she was being torturously stuffed. "Doctor~" The breaths running over her neck sent delightful shivers down her spine. She couldn't get enough of her. The way she seemed to envelop her, keeping her in place. Nadia hated feeling weak, but Whitefall turned her vulnerability into an aphrodisiac.

The hands that pushed against her shifted to hold her. "No, you're too big. It won't fit," she pleaded. Nadia gasped, feeling her push back in. The praise cooed in her ear had her clenching around her cock. Whitefall pulled back, but the stubborn student turned her head in refusal. Her teacher didn't care, kissing her cheek with enthusiasm. "Half?" Nadia squirmed beneath her. "That's too much." She already felt stuff from only a few inches-

Pain and pleasure shattered her mind. She arched up against Whitefall, gasping in a soft cry. Every inch had been swallowed by her virgin pussy. Red lines drew themselves over her mentor's back as her fingers racked down her skin. She panted in her ear, momentarily paralyzed by the sudden intrusion. "I-I can... it's s-so much~" Nadia's hand found her shoulder, squeezing the firm, unyielding muscle there. "Be gentle with me," she whispered between stuttering breaths...

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Their bodies, whether they'd admit, were responding to each other. Nadia dragged her fingers down Selena's back, and the doctor's muscles tensed in response. Selena pushed herself, her cock forward, and Nadia's back arched, her hips rolled to make the movement easier. Their voices mewled in each other's ears, and their breaths mingled in the air before being swallowed back by the other.

"I will, I will." Nadia's pleading didn't go unanswered. Selena whispered to her lover, her tongue nearly in Nadia's ear. "You're precious to me. I'd never think of trying to hurt you." Every motion Selena was performing softened. The kneading of Nadia's breast became gentle rolling. The hand holding fast on her but relented and drew a slow path back up her spine. "It's an educators job to give their student a push when their potential exceeds their vision." Another kiss on Nadia's cheek, closer to her lips this time. "I knew you could do it, and you did." This kiss did find Nadia's lips, and Selena lingered their, drinking in the sight of her newly conquered partner. Then, there was a throbbing between her legs. The voice, the lust within her commanded that she do it again. She'd merely proven Nadia could handle her cock. Now it was time to make her submit to it.

"You're a strong woman Nadia, you can handle this. You can handle me." As Selena's body retreated, she could feel the pussy around her tightening, as if preparing to deny entry again. Once half of her length was free, she pushed forward. The wetness of Nadia's arousal made the thrust effortless and she pressed their hips together once more. The next was even simpler. As Selena began a slow pace, never pulling more than half of herself out to ensure Nadia's body remembered her, she could feel the woman beneath easing. "See? It's getting easier. You're doing better than any I've ever had." She placed a tender kiss on Nadia's forehead while arching her own body to provide a sightline to where their bodies connected. "You're a natural Ms. Anika. Another A+ for sure." The next time Selena pressed against against Nadia's depths, she paused. A familiar twitch in her cock sent off warning bells in her mind. "I want you to cum Ms. Anika. I need you to cum." Another thrust and another twitch. "Will you cum for me Nadia? Won't you please give me and my cock your first real virgin orgasm? We want it, we want you so badly."


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John hollered for her to hurry, and Amelia wanted to cry in frustration. Her arm and shoulder hurt, and she was none too sure she could get across the bridge quickly without losing her footing and falling to her death. Amelia gave him a glare as she tried to pick up the pace, but feeling the bridge lurch with more weight sent her stomach plummeting to her toes. A look over her good shoulder made all the color drain from her face, and a wave of nausea crawl up her throat. Quickly she faced ahead again, deciding she'd rather run and risk falling than be caught.

Amelia's footing almost left her as she finally got off the bridge, her legs feeling like jello from fear. She hid herself behind her new companion, her body shaking like a leaf. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to deal with anymore heights, and she'd be able to find somewhere to rest and tend to her shoulder. Part of her wanted to lean into the man for comfort, but she didn't know him, and showing strangers affection could be as dangerous as running into orcs.

She couldn't watch him cut the ropes to the bridge, her nerves were too shot. Instead, she turned and headed for the trees at a run, intending on finding a place to hide. Amelia also wanted to indulge and let herself cry a little, grieve the town and life she'd just lost. She had so hoped that town would survive, that they'd eventually prosper, and she wouldn't have to ever go back to a life on the run. Her dreams of settling down, having her own small shack, felt like they'd burned up in the flames that had consumed the village she'd just escaped. She'd probably never have what her parents had---love, companionship, a family...

The young woman had to stop as tears clouded her vision. She crumbled to the ground, fingers digging into the dirt as she let herself cry. Amelia never allowed herself to cry, and it felt like years worth of tears and pain and sorrow were crashing out of her like a flood. She sat back on her heels and brought her dirty hands to cover her face and muffle her sobs. Maybe she should have just stayed behind, allowed herself to be ended like so many others. She was so tired of running.

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John groaned inwardly when she looked back... "Don't look back and don't look down, look right at me... just focus on me!!!" He yelled, trying to impart on her how important speed was. She did seem to pick up the pace, so now the orcs weren't catching up quite as much, lucky for her she would make it across before they could reach her, and even John breathed a sigh of relief.

She moved past and he was pleased to see she wasn't stopping as he started to hack at the ropes as hard as he could... the first broke and one of the orcs tumbled down the ravine. The other just managed to catch on though he was hanging precariously... John quickly set himself to cutting the second, and he managed it on the second blow, and he watched as the bridge came undone, sending the orcs down to their deaths... he looked up to see a few more on the other side yelling at them in anger, but he knew they were safe for now... he quickly flipped them the bird before he turned, and he scrambled along the path...

He hadn't run far before he found the girl on her knees sobbing... he looked back despite knowing pursuit was no longer forthcoming and he came to a stop close to her... he doubled over, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath and tried to steady his labored breathing. "Hey... you did good..." He said, unsure what to say, really. He wasn't exactly a beacon of emotional support. Finally, he stood and he quickly pulled his backpack off and he pulled his water bottle out from one of the side pockets and he uncapped it before he offered it to the woman...

"Here, drink..." he said simply as he considered their predicament... he dropped his pack completely and he quickly pulled his map out along with a small flashlight and he started to look it over...

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Footsteps neared Amelia from behind, causing her to tense up until she realized it was probably the man who'd saved her by dragging her out of the village. She listened as he caught his breath, taking her own deep breaths to quiet herself. In her limited experience, she noticed men tended to be rather uncomfortable when emotions are involved. The sounds of him rummaging around in his pack spurred Amelia to wipe her hands as best she could on the skirt of her dress.

John told her to drink, and Amelia looked up at him to see the offer of the water bottle. She gave a soft sigh, taking it in a shaking hand before offering a not-so-steady smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice rough from her emotional outburst. Amelia took a long drink before handing it back up to him. She stood then, again brushing her hands on her skirt, but this time more out of a nervous habit than any hope of further cleaning them. The forest around them was dark from the night, the thick trees obscuring most of the light the moon gave them. She licked her lips, looking all around them before meeting his eyes with her warm honey colored ones.

"I'm Amelia, by the way," she told him, finger twisting nervously in the fabric of her dress. It had been months since she'd been in a position like this, having to flee and start all over again. Before she had decided to try and permanently settle in that small town, Amelia had always kept an emergency escape pack; ready at any time to be grabbed and run off with. It would have necessities that could be hard to find while traveling, like clean water and soap and spare clothes. Now she only had the clothes on her back, and this stranger. "What do we do now?" she asked him. "Travel together, go our separate ways?"

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The rope bridge being gone would definitely delay the orcs, but it wouldn't stop them. John hoped they'd just go back to the village and finish what they started there before moving on, and forgetting about them altogether, but he figured that might be wishful thinking. Orcs liked a challenge and the fact that he'd killed a few of them might have marked him as just such a challenge.

A minute or so went by before he shut the small flashlight down and he slipped it into his pocket then he folded the map and tucked it into his pack before taking the water bottle back. He took a drink, capped it and returned it to his pack as well before he slung the pack over his shoulders. He looked over at her when she spoke, and he nodded... "John" he replied by way of introducing himself. When she spoke again, he paused and he looked at her curiously, his eyes moving over her fine feminine curves...

"You're coming with me..." he told her simply, making sound more like an order than a suggestion. "The orcs prefer to travel by night, so we put as much distance between us and them as we can now" he said as he gestured to trail that led upwards towards the top of the rise. According to the map there used to be a small farming village a few miles in that direction, and he hoped to reach it by dawn... "You do what I say, when I say it... and I'll keep you alive" he told her as he gestured for her to start moving...

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Amelia wiped at her cheeks once more, standing and looking to her companion. She felt she was an annoyance to him, either that or John was normally this gruff. It was hard to be able to tell, since they didn't know each other very well. His words held a connotation of 'do as I say or else' that she didn't feel like challenging; not alone with him in the woods. No one would save her even if she did have such bravery, and any screams she let out would only lead any roaming orcs straight to them.

So, she followed John as he set off up the trail, keeping close to him for safety---maybe for a little comfort, too. It was so dark, and every noise made Amelia flinch or hold her breath. She'd gotten lazy, staying in one place so long, and this much walking was already starting to hurt her feet. It didn't help that they were just thin slip ons, and she could feel every rock and twig against the bottom of her feet with each step. Twice already she'd begged for a reprieve; to stop and take a drink of water and rest her sore feet. John had to be annoyed with her, she could hear it in his voice. That, or she was reading too much into his tone.

"John?" she asked after a couple more hours of walking had passed. "Where is it you're leading us?" It had been on the tip of her tongue to ask, 'are we there yet?' like she had when she'd been a child traveling for hours with her mother.

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Amelia's frequent stops were indeed an annoyance, but he could see by what she wore on her feet the cause of much of her discomfort. The shoes were not made for walking, not by any stretch and he suspected by the time they reached the farmstead there wouldn't be much left of them. He let her have frequent sips of water, but that was it, sips. They didn't have an infinite well of the stuff and needed to make her aware of that...

John moved quietly for the most part, only turning the flashlight on when absolutely necessary, which wasn't often. He seemed fearless as he moved through the dark, constantly encouraging her to hurry and catch up. When she spoke, he didn't reply at first, preferring to let the silence continue for another minute or so... only then did he looked at her and offer a reply...

"There's supposed to be a farmstead up ahead, just another couple miles..." he said as he moved down the path... "We'll stop and rest there for a few hours, it should be about dawn by the time we reach it" he suggested. "Hopefully we can find you something to wear on your feet, and hopefully the well still has water" he added as he continued to urge her forward. "If the place hasn't been completely picked over maybe we can find other supplies" he admitted.

The farmstead was off the beaten path and away form any of the major roads' folks were most likely to use...

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Amelia groaned, but kept going. She knew she didn't have any other choice. It was keep going, or stay behind and fall prey to whatever found her first---be it orcs, or wild animals. So she trudged along, trying to be quiet and not complain, because she knew every time she did John got more annoyed. At one point she did stop, leaned against a tree, and removed the shoes---tossing them off into the trees. They weren't doing her any good, and she'd rather be barefoot at this point.

As the trees began to thin, she felt relief. The fields may be barren, but it meant the farmstead wasn't too far away now. With the sky also beginning to take on the lighter hues of pink and orange from the rising sun, Amelia almost felt like running, had her feet not hurt so much. She couldn't wait to get inside, clean her feet, and find somewhere comfortable to sleep for however long she'd be allowed to. Once the actual building came into view, she felt tears in her eyes from relief.

"There it is," she breathed out, her pace picking up until she'd passed John. She'd have been sprinting if no for her feet. However, the closer she got to the door, the more uneasy she felt. She couldn't put a finger to why, but she stopped just short of the door. Amelia looked back at her traveling companion, and back at the farm house. Was it him that was making her feel on edge?

[Assistant]
Seeing the farmstead ahead was indeed a relief. The woman had been moving more and more slowly by the half hour and now she was barefoot. If they didn't find shoes for her here, he'd have to reconsider her usefulness and worth. They were about an hour later than he would have liked, but still, he sensed they'd put plenty of distance between them and the orcs...

John noticed as they headed for front door of the homestead that she seemed uneasy. He chuckled to himself as he drew his postil from his belt, and he stopped next to her... "Stay very close" he told her, his tone as much a warning as anything else. He tossed his pack onto the deck as he moved up the steps. The place looked plenty abandoned, but he was still going to carefully search it...

His free hand moved to take her wrist in a firm grip, and he pulled her along; not forcefully, but in a way that made certain she had little choice or say in the matter. The inside looked like it had indeed been searched in the past, with furniture moved about haphazardly and a bookshelf having been overturned, books scattered all over the place. The fireplace looked like it had been the final resting place for several of those books...

He pulled Amelia into the large country-style kitchen and it too looked picked over. The kitchen had a small mudroom that opened onto the backyard, and she saw closet doors and what looked like a boot rack... "Come on, let's see if we can find you some shoes" he suggested as he moved to the room and looked over the closet... so far, other than a few mice and rather large insects there appeared to be nothing threatening. There was a pair of sturdy looking lace-up woman's boots, though they seemed on the small sized to John... "Go on and try those on" he said as he moved to pick up a 'Realtree' camouflage ball cap, which he promptly slipped onto his head...

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Following John inside the house was the last thing Amelia wanted to do right now, but his hand around her wrist gave her little option. It was either follow him, or cause a scene that could potentially attract unwanted attention. The inside looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, with a thorough coating of dust on every surface. It was quiet, save for them moving, and looked like it had been fairly well looted sometime in the past.

Amelia was starting to feel silly, having felt so on edge, and blamed her irrational emotions on not having slept and walking all night on sore feet. She relaxed as he led her through the kitchen, having not really encountered anything else living besides bugs and rodents----both of which made her wrinkle her nose. In the mudroom, she saw the boots and decided trying them couldn't hurt. They may have been small, but she also had fairly small feet. The fit was a little snug, but they would work better than the flats she would wear while working at the inn.

She looked around for anything else that could be useful, but there wasn't really anything. "I'm going to go upstairs, see if I can find a change of clothes," she told him. It felt like dirt covered her skin, and she'd give anything for a hot bath, but finding the water for such a thing was probably slim to none. She just hoped the well would have enough water to refill John's bottle, and if they were lucky, maybe find something else to carry extra water in.

The upstairs had a couple small bedrooms and a bathroom. Amelia checked both rooms, and they were in a similar state to the rest of the house. However, in the closet of what she assumed was the master bedroom, she did find some old women's clothes. A few pairs of old, faded jeans, some blouses, and a fancy looking dress. She had no need for the dress, for it would be far too impractical, but the jeans and blouses could be useful. Amelia took one of the aged pillows off the bed, ripping open the top and pulling the stuffing out---it'd make a decent temporary bag to carry stuff in for herself. She kicked off the found boots and pulled off her dress, intending to change, when a noise made her jump.

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John watched as Amelia moved to try the boots on. All the while he moved through the mudroom cabinets, but he found very little of use. He looked back as she stood with the boots on and she then looked at him as she told him she would go look upstairs for clothes. "Don't wander... I'll finish clearing the main floor and check the cellar, meet me in the living room... don't leave the house" he warned her as he moved to wander through the main floor's other rooms and he peered down the cellar, spotting a few mice and a dead rat, but little else.

He decided to check up on her to make sure she wasn't being 'smart' and he wandered the upper floor until he found her having just removed her dress, standing in just her underwear... he grinned as he moved into the room, standing in her way, in case she had any ideas of trying to get away...

"Nice... I think it's about time you paid me back for saving your life" he said with a lustful grin as his eyes studied her pretty body... "Take the rest off" he said as he slipped his pistol into the back of his pants and he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular upper body. He had several scars and tattoos decorating the skin of his arms and chest and upper back. "I'll keep you safe and alive, right enough... and you'll be taking good care of me in return" he told her...

Other than the doorway behind him there was only the window, and a long drop below, assuming she could even get it open before he was on top of her.

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"Jesus, John!" Amelia admonished as her heart began to slow back to normal. However, the look in John's eyes and his next words had her nerves sparking in warning. Her eyes wandered over the muscles exposed, the scars that littered his skin. Briefly she wondered where they came from, but decided now was a poor time to ask. "John---" His name came out on a nervous breath, and her hands twisted in front of her. How was she supposed to tell him she'd never done this before? It wasn't that she was opposed to giving him her body in exchange for safety---he was quite handsome, after all---she was just in unfamiliar territory here.

Amelia had yet to follow his order of removing the rest of her clothing---which really was just her underthings. She took a step backward, tripping over one of her abandoned boots and falling back onto the bed with a gasp. Some dust flew up into the air at the sudden contact, and sent her into a coughing fit until it dispersed. "John, I... I need to tell you something," she said, watching as he got closer. "I've never, had sex, before." Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment. It was almost unheard of for a woman her age to still be a virgin. "I understand you have needs, and---I intend to fulfill them. I know nothing comes for free, just..." Amelia swallowed hard and took a breath. "Be gentle?"

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John heard her cautious use of his name, but he didn't change his mind, instead he slowly started to walk towards her, his eyes lustfully looking her gorgeous body over, moving in such a way that put her between him and the bed. The bed was unmade, and possibly covered in dust and such but he didn't seem overly worried. He hadn't been with a woman for some time, and he felt his loins growing as excited as his mind was.

When she finally moved it was only to trip onto the boot and she fell back onto the bed, and he chuckled in amusement. He continued to walk slowly until he stood very near her looking down at her lovely young form. His eyes moved to hers when she confessed to being a virgin and he paused, frowning a bit, but only for a brief moment. She continued to speak, and he watched her curiously until she finally asked for him to be gentle...

He started to smile again, and he nodded... "So long as you understand your role here, then I can be gentle" he said as he reached a hand to grab onto her panties and he gave them a tug down her legs until he could see her pretty sex. He left them there lowered down her thighs a bit before he straightened, and he started to undo his belt and the fasteners of his pants... as the pants moved down towards his knees she would see the outline of his impressive member inside his boxer-briefs.

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Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched John come closer, the hungry look in his eyes making her feel like a mouse being stalked by a cat. Amelia watched as he tugged her panties about half way down her thighs before staring to undress himself. Taking the hint, she pushed them the rest of the way down, until they ended up on the floor. She was going to remove her bra when she caught sight of the bulge of flesh through his briefs. Her breath caught in her throat and she fumbled with the fasten on her bra before it finally came loose.

Even though her sex was already exposed, she held the bra up to continue covering her breasts, a blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm nervous," she admitted, swallowing past a lump in her throat. She finally let the bra slide down her arms and to the floor. Amelia stood up off the bed, coming almost chest to chest with him. Her fingers trembled as she brought them to rest just above his hips, and she looked up at him. There was uncertainty in her hazel eyes, and a little fear. Would he take her like some men took the whores at the brothel, or would take a kinder approach and treat her as he would were she a woman he cared for?

Amelia's hands slid up his sides and in to rest against his well muscled chest. "You're very handsome," she told him softly, leaning forward and pressing a hesitant kiss against his shoulder. She could feel the shape and length of his manhood pressing against her hip, and she hid her face against his chest. Bringing her hands back down, all the way to the waist band of his boxer briefs, and she hooked her thumbs under the band. Swallowing hard and letting out a shaky breath, she pushed them and his jeans down until gravity took them the rest of the way to the floor. _This is happening,_ she told herself. _No turning back now._

[Assistant]
By the time he'd stepped out of his pants she had removed her bra and now laid completely naked on the bed. John wore only the underwear and for the moment he seemed almost frozen as he looked that incredible body, all put together beneath a stunningly pretty face. She admitted to being nervous though it took a long moment before he acknowledged it with a nod of his head as she moved to her feet, and she stood before him. He looked into her eyes, surprised at her boldness for moving to stand before him.

Her hand moved to his chest as she called him handsome... "You're fucking hot..." he admitted as she leaned in to kiss his shoulder. His hands then moved to cup her breasts and he squeezed them, feeling how perfectly firm they were, the perfect size in his mind. When her hands finally lowered, he grinned... "That's it baby... slide them down..." he muttered and once they were down below his thick muscular thighs they slip to pool at the floor.

He moved a hand to the back of her neck, and he tilted her head back before he leaned in and he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth as he did... his other hand moved to her rear, and he cupped, and he squeezed her ass as he pulled her in tight, his hard erection pressing against her abdomen... he kissed her like this for a long, lingering moment before he forced her to turn around and he guided her to the bed onto her hands and knees, his hands constantly on her body moving her the way he wanted her...

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John's lips on her shoulder, his hands on her breasts, both caused a soft gasp to slip from Amelia's lips. He was so warm, and both his rough hands and gruff voice made her tingle all over. Her fingertips admired the muscled lines of his body, smooth and hard all at the same time. This was really her first time touching a man other than to shake a hand, and there was so much of him to explore.

Then her head was pulled back and his lips were on hers, his tongue staking its claim on her soft mouth. A moan escaped her, feeling him cup and squeeze her rear, feeling the hardness of his manhood against her belly. Heat swelled inside her and pooled between her legs, causing her to instinctively clench her thighs together. She was dizzy when he pulled away from their kiss, and it was all too easy for him to get her on the bed and into his desired position on her on her hands and knees.

Amelia's wetness would be only too visibly for him as he stood behind her, letting him know that despite her nerves, her body wanted him. She leaned her head and shoulders down against the mattress, causing her back to arch and her pretty ass to stick up. Looking back at John, she licked her lips and took a shaky breath. "R-remember, gentle... please..." she reminded him, stuttering softly in her nervousness.

[Assistant]
John was so very happy to see she wasn't going to resist him; he still would have taken her, but this way was so much better. Her young body was perfect, and he could feel his entire body throbbing to the tune of his erection. Once he had her on her hands and knees at the center of the bed, he moved to his knees behind her. His eyes took it all in, seeing her perfect rear and the lovely pussy fully exposed to his eyes...

He certainly considered just taking his cock and driving on in and taking her hard and fast, but he realized he might never again have a chance to taste a virgin... would she taste the same as any other woman... he looked past her body to her eyes for a moment and he could see her pleading with him again to be gentle... he inched his own hips back and he bent low until he could smell her heat... he smiled as he moved to kiss her pussy...

That first contact made him moan. So warm and sweet tasting. He kissed her again and again and soon he had his tongue delving deep inside her and he couldn't help but moan. He moved one hand between her legs and he started to gently tease her clit with his thumb while his other hand moved to lightly stroke at his erection...